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jasdiary · 1 year

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Pressured princess Juvia for the Royal au! 🙂🙂🙂

[Thank you to @rosietrace for giving me the idea of Juvia’s curse!!]

Anddd tagging the other besties in this au ofc: @authoruio (who owns Mitch 💓), @starry-night-rose , @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee (who owns Mayuu💘) and @sakuramidnight15 )

Juvia’s the heir to the family throne, slowly being crushed by the weight of all the expectations that have been placed on her by her family (namely her mother). She was one of the few people within the Kingdom to be cursed by an unknown entity : All her dreams may never come true. Every night when she goes to sleep, she has the sweetest of dreams. A free life to do whatever she wishes, her mother supporting her, and her fiancé being right by her side…but it was all just a dream…Right?

Finally fed up with the treatment she receives, Juvia racks up the courage to run away from everything. But…she doesn’t know where she’s going. The only place she’s memorized how to get to just so happens to be her arranged fiancé’s castle.

She makes her way there, not knowing she’s being followed. Her personal knight Deuce Spade, assigned to keep and eye on her, continues with his duty to protect her and stays ten steps behind Juvia throughout her journey. As much as it pains him to see Juvia with her fiancé, He knows he never stood a chance. Only In his dreams.

Once Juvia’s finally made it to his castle, she manages to sneak behind towards the fountain hidden in the flower garden surrounded by deep red roses and sunny marigolds. Their favorite flowers. And his favorite place to be at night. She calls out his name, not loudly as to not disturb anyone who could possibly be around, but loud enough for him to snap his head back at the familiar voice he’s grown to love.

“I need you to help me, Mitch. This is the one thing I ask of you so please..”

The desperation in Juvia’s voice made his heart strain. Mitch didn’t even know he could still feel such things. There was only one thing on his mind after that moment : Bring Juvia the happiness she deserves.

From then on, Mitch guided Juvia away from all the things that hurt her, her soft shaky hand in his rough calloused one. The hand Deuce’s gloved hand has only held from helping her down the stairs.

On their way to who knows where, the Royals (and hidden knight) stumble upon an old, mossy tower. Originally intending to just walk on by, they hear questionable noises from said tower. A crash, a groan, and a swear. Well….curiosity killed that cat. Naturally, they went up into the tower. Mitch’s hold on Juvia was tight with the creaky steps and falling rubble. Once they reached the top, it truly was a sight to behold.

Books scattered, pages with near ineligible writing and drawings and a couple spilt potions had covered the floor of the towers only room. And stood in the corner was someone with their back turned, talking to themselves and searching for something.

“Uhm…Excuse me!”

The hooded figure jumped and screeched in shock at a voice other than their own. They took their hood off to reveal a young woman with glasses, blue hair and heavy dark circles. After the initial shock, the woman introduced herself as Mayuu, a wizard who resides in this tower with the intent to guide those who come across. It was almost ironic the two Royals decided to feed their curiosity and venture inside.

“What can I do? Will I ever find the freedom and happiness I’ve longed for?”

Juvia explained her curse to the wizard Mayuu, doing her best to not shed a tear. She was always the emotional type. Mayuu couldn’t help but feel an intense wave of nostalgia course through her body. She’s dealt with this situation before. Very recently.

“Go against your curse. Set your happiness in stone and you’ll be the victor. What do you really want to do?”

What do I really want to do? It was a rather vague question but it gave Juvia the push she needed. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with someone. Someone who loves her, who cares for her, is willing to protect her and support her throughout all the rough times. But that arose yet another problem….There were two people who fit that description. Juvia loved Mitch, she really did. But she made up her mind the moment she met him. Her knight Deuce Spade was the one.

Mitch could see it in her eyes and facial expression, the way her breathing started to pick up. He wanted to be the one, but that would defeat the purpose of his goal. He wants Juvia wants to be happy, and her happiness is with her Knight. Walking down and out of the tower after giving the wizard Mayuu an extremely generous payment, It was silent. The two of them just stood there facing one another, eyes however staring at the ground which seemed more important. Mitch was the one to break the silence, how unusual of him… He took Juvia’s hand once more for the last time, bowed, and placed a gentle fluttering kiss upon her hand.

“I hope you find your happiness, even without me.”

And with that he looks behind Juvia, signaling towards the Knight that he can stop hiding. She whips her head around, in utter shock at the sight of Deuce. Slowly, the princess and the knight walked towards each other, as if scared the other would disappear. Once they stood merely a few centimeters apart, a wave of light surrounded them. Blue butterflies with golden specks flew freely in the area. The curse was lifted, Juvia knew. She finally found her happiness.

Mitch, used to this feeling of emptiness, simply turned around with the slightest smile on his face and made his way back home.

His mission was completed.

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partycatty · 4 months

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Omg youre feeding me!!!! I've been obsessed with Johnny Cage too and your blog is like an oasis, THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!! Also... would you mind writting some fluff/angst of johnny cage and reader? Like you trained with him in the wu shi academy and he always treated you like, a bit colder and distant than the way he treats the other 3 earthrealm champions. But thats atually not because he hates you but he likes you??? And he doesnt know how to express himself so he prefers to stay away, part because the reader is an amazing sorcerer under and is very battle-smart. But also the reader being like EXTREMELY SHY and introverted but very kind and reliable to the point that like all the guys from the earthrealm gangs make excuses just to spend time with the reader because they like them that much...

I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY I WAS CARRIED AWAY I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I LOVE JOHNNY CAGE BYEE SORRYYYY AGAIN

NO YOURE SO FINE DONT APOLOGIZE MWAH THANK YOU

johnny cage > envy

johnny can't find the words to describe how he feels around the new recruit, so he decides to say... nothing.

warnings: sad :(, ooc johnny? idk he's insecure

notes: reader is an outworld native sorcerer that lives in earthrealm. also, pretend that outworld natives can fight for earthrealm in the tournament LOL

masterlist <3

• you owed liu kang a favor after prior personal matters, so here he was asking for your strength at the wu shi academy. of course, you agreed. you may be an outworld native, but earthrealm was something to truly fight for. you considered yourself a lesser protector, one call away from fighting if necessary.

• you were highly respected in the field. liu kang knew that your powers were unmatched, probably matching titan shang tsung, and you still chose the good side. liu kang silently thanks himself and fate for keeping you on the side of justice. the lin kuei brothers also know you're on their side. as a secondary protector, you were acutely familiar with their styles and dynamics. in short, you were exactly what earthrealm needed.

• you didn't necessarily need training, but considering you were a contender for the title of champion, it was only smart to hone your skills.

• the boys warmed up to you very quickly; any friend of liu kang is a friend of theirs! kung lao had endless questions that easily flustered you, raiden found your sparring inspiring, and kenshi enjoyed your late night deep chats. the only one missing from the adoration was... johnny cage.

•it was... strange. you'd seen his movies, his public appearances. he was always a smiling, flirting ball of charm. you wondered if perhaps his recent divorce and failure in films contributed to his sour mood.

• but even so, he was still a charming devil around the others! references up the wazoo, loads of banter and he always had something to add to a conversation. it's just that, when you'd contribute something, his smile would fade while others laughed.

• it started with a king of the hill sparring to gauge everyone's skills at first. liu kang said the champion at the end of training would be selected the same way.

• "(reader), you are first," liu kang gestures to you with a smile. "please step forward."

• "cull the weak first," johnny smugly chimes in, hands on his hips. his smirk faded when liu kang said he would be first up as well. you, thankfully, were humble amidst your shyness. even so, you could kick major ass. johnny was knocked to the ground in only a few seconds.

• words were... hard for you. so instead, you extended a hand to johnny who was laying on his back against the cold stone. you smiled warmly and nodded, silently congratulating his efforts and genuinely enjoying the fight. sitting up, johnny let out a deep sigh with furrowed brows, and sat up on his own. he completely rejected your kindness, and for what? even the monks were taken aback by this.

• and again, since that day, johnny's just been incredibly cold toward you. spars after that day were increasingly more challenging. johnny's punches felt more... targeted. his anger was coming out in bursts, and it wasn't healthy. he gets borderline childish when he loses.

• "this can't be fair! you've got magic at your fingertips," he'd groan as he's knocked on his ass for the thousandth time. his skin was bruising from the repeated blows, and you weren't even being rough. "i've just got... fists. can you turn it off for one goddamn round?"

• "this... could be a learning experience?" you ask sheepishly, standing - one again - over johnny.

• "just forget it," he grumbles before walking off, rolling his shoulder. "showoff."

• completely stumped for an explanation, you ended up confiding in the man you grew closest to since beginning training: raiden. he was similar to you in many ways. shy, sweet, and endlessly humble. too humble, actually, to the point of not fully understanding your own strength. in a way, he reminded you of liu kang.

• "i don't understand, raiden. was it something i said? perhaps i'm not as aware of earthrealm culture as i thought i was?" you ask, perplexed.

• "have you considering asking him about it?" raiden replies with a frown. "he seems fine with the rest of us. it's only you he shows hesitation toward."

• he's right. you didn't once consider to actually... ask him. it just sounded like such a foreign concept, to confront someone. the thought made your skin crawl, but you were far more unsettled with johnny's behavior. you had to know.

• so, at the next meal time, you make it a clear effort to sit beside johnny, blocking him off from the rest of the guys. raiden gave you a shy thumbs up before you turned to face the star.

• "mr. cage," you spoke quietly so as to not disturb the others.

• "johnny," he coldly corrects you, eyes fixated on his plate.

• "johnny..." you're already flustered, but you try to swallow it deep down to keep control of the situation. "i'd... i'd like to talk with you, if that's alright."

• johnny's eyes lift to meet yours, but he seems upset. he leans forward to view the other boys and shakes his head.

• "no," he mumbles. "later. after training."

• the conversation stops dead in its tracks as johnny abruptly stands and relocates himself to the other side of the table. you're left dumbfounded as how blunt he is. raiden locks eyes with you again and just shrugs.

• training passes by slower than usual, probably because you're anticipating the conversation. that, and johnny won't stop staring at you every chance he gets. even across the training grounds, you find him staring with a completely blank face. he's cooking something up in his head, you just know it. lord knows what it'd be, though.

• night falls, and you weren't sure where or when to find johnny. as you shrug off the heavy robe and leave yourself in your skin-tight underclothes, you hear a gentle knock in the doorway.

• you spin around, face immediately flushed at the idea of being seen. instinctively, you launched a ball of energy toward the figure, but he dodged just in time.

• "good lord—!" johnny shouts out, slapping a hand on the top of his head to make sure his hair wasn't fried off. "remind me not to sneak up on you."

• "what are you doing in my room?" you ask, blushing deeply as you hug yourself to hide your curves. johnny scoffs and puts his arms up in disbelief, like you're dumb for asking.

• "you're the one that wanted to talk to me," he points in an accusatory way. once your shock wears off, you plop down on your cot with an embarrassed frown. he steps closer, standing above you. it wasn't until now that you realize his physique is incredibly intimidating. and kindaaaaa......

• you tense up, realizing your thoughts are wandering when he's literally right in front of you.

• "well come on. i haven't got all day, fancy pants," johnny jabs at your powers with a sour tone. something about his attitude makes your shyness completely vanish for a moment.

• "why do you speak to me like that?" you inquire bluntly, starting to raise your voice. "i don't understand. was it something i did? said? you've been nothing but cruel to me since i arrived. we're on the same side, johnny. help me understand why you hate me."

• johnny freezes completely, his eyes widening. his once crossed arms tense up before falling to his sides. he lets out a deep sigh.

• "i don't... hate you."

• "so you heavily dislike me."

• "no."

• "then what is it?!"

• "i-i don't know!"

• johnny rakes his fingers through his hair with a frustrated groan.

• "it's like... i want to hate you. i want to hate you so bad, (reader). but i can't. you're just so smart and perfect and... and wildly attractive... but a part of me wants to just—" he holds his hands out in a strangling motion as he rambles. when the thought finally clicks in his head, he sits on the ground, up against the wall opposite you. "i want to hate you because you're everything i could never be. you've got all these fancy powers. the guys love you. i'm just some washed up, divorced, broke—"

• you stand up and make your way to him, crouching down in front of him. your cheeks feel warm at the subtle confession of attraction, but your primary focus at the moment was reassurance.

• "none of those things define you," you say calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "for what it's worth, i think you're an incredible fighter. you do your own stunts. you stand up for what you believe in. that is admirable. you're quite funny, too."

• he looks down at you with a weak smile. he seems internally defeated, but outwardly flattered.

• "you're too kind," he chuckles breathlessly, looking around. "god i... i'm sorry to fall apart like that. please don't tell anyone you witnessed that."

• "i won't," you promise, returning with laughter yourself. suddenly, your mind calls back to his confession, and a smile tugs hard at your lips. your face burns. "did you say i'm 'wildly attractive?'"

• "yes! god!" johnny is now giggling, waving his hands at you. "have you looked at yourself? drives me crazy just sittin' here with you!"

• you let out a whimper and cover your face, burning hot. you try to protest in a muffled tone, but johnny just grabs your hands and holds them in his. he smiles warmly, the first real smile he's given you.

• "you're hard to hate, you know. you're just so damn cute when you're flustered. it's so easy to rile you up, isn't it?"

• you wiggle, flustered. you can only yelp out his name as you wordlessly beg him to stop the teasing. tragically, you opened the flood gates. he wasn't afraid of you anymore.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader

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danihow · 7 months

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Anatomy

Choi San x GN!Reader

Summary: Studying anatomy for tomorrow's test with your friend, who you have a crush on, should've go relatively calm.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: medstudent! san and medstudent!reader, suggestive, confessing, fluff, teeni tiny bit of angst, fluff, San being flirty.

A/N: I started this exactly a year and a half ago and left it there until today, I am NOT going to proofread it because i will hate it if i do, i know. And and and, I am trying to get back on writting so as you all know, any feedback is appreciated, hope you all have a great dayyyy.

"'Kay, so, we already got irrigation down, and innervation too, we reviewed the muscles on last Monday’s extra hours, sindesmiology will go by what god's wants, what do we have left?" You recall, the cap of the whiteboard marker going off with a pop as you mark off the last cavities topic you just covered over.

"Maybe, just maybe, we can have a rest." San says over from the couch, full on manspreading as his head is resting on the back cushions, visibly tired from all the studying you've been doing.

"Or..." His head snapped up as fast as he could upon your voice, a death glare over to you, daring you to continue. "We can take over osteology real quick and call it a night, test isn't until 2 p.m. tomorrow anyways." You say happily, or in an attempt to sound like it, excited by the vacations you had around the corner after two exhausting back to back semesters.

"Please y/n..." he whined, his mental exhaustion taking over. "At least let me rest my mind ten minutes, give me back my phone for five minutes and then we keep on." his voice was raspy, eyes tired with bags under them, a puppy look on them that made you cave in, oh how you hated him and his perfect eyes.

"Alright, but, 10 minutes, no more, preferably less, and we keep on going." Your words caused such a brightening effect on the man, eyes tiredly becoming smaller as a smile took over his face, arms stretching and hands signaling for you to give him his phone.

"Thank you..." his singsonging voice cheered, phone in his hands and back flopping back into the couch. "You know how much I love you right?" He said, looking for less than a second over to you before getting up to go to the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of assaulting your fridge, to which you were unable to pay much attention, heart thumping so hard into your ears.

Your eyes followed the figure of the man disappearing into your kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening falling on deaf ears.

Choi San was going to be the death of yours one day with that stupid mouth of his.

Along with his stupidly beautiful face.

Not that he knew you thought that, nor the way your heartbeat sped up every time he gently placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you through crowds, how he rested his head on your shoulder in the middle boring classes, or he just barely smiled at you.

All the little things of him made your heart rush ever since you met him, quite some time back when you two went to the same tutor for your admission test; and then reconnecting when you two decided to change your individual career paths into medicine.

And this little crush of yours was driving you insane.

"And we're ready!" He exclaimed from the kitchen, a bowl of fresh cut strawberries in one hand and the Nutella in the other, two bottles of water maneuvered under his arm and a stupid smirk painting his defined features.

"I had strawberries on my fridge?" You ask rather confused, but relieved to find him less tired.

"You have a bunch of weird stuff on that fridge." The bowl of strawberries placed in front of you on the coffee table, a bottle of water right at your face. "Shall we continue?" A small smile of his face as he hands you the bottle, maybe the exhaustion in your head making you imagine a fond look in his eyes.

"S-sure" You stuttered, forcing you out of the trance, trying hard to drown all the butterflies invading your body. "How should we study osteology?" You ask, you were awful in osteology, having tried almost every method your professors suggested.

"I usually point them in a cadaver or in myself?" He says strawberry in his hand. "It’s really useful."

"It is?" You have to ask, never occurring to you to use your own body to it.

"You've never done it?" He asks rather surprised, it was a method he had known to be used a lot between your classmates. "How do you study osteo?"

"I do have done it, but it never worked. I just... look at images for hours but all the names get scrambled at the end." You admit, a bit ashamed.

"Maybe you are overthinking it way too much." He mutters, sitting down beside you on the floor. "Let's try it again, and if it doesn't work, I owe you a meal."

"What do you mean?" You ask, heart beating a bit faster every second that passed. His whole presence closer to you, enough for you to feel his body heat irradiating from his, his knee barely grazing your thigh.

"I often study hard subjects in a reward system." He starts, voice a tiny bit lower and a ton smoother, and suddenly it seemed like the room got quieter, and the cold from outside suddenly diminished. "Maybe if you try it with someone else you don't like... sabotage yourself into looking up the answer or something." He says, taking in his hand the list of structures for the practical test.

His gaze looked up from the papers up to you, looking deeply into your eyes, a warm feeling spreading around his body as his eyes looked around your face, the warm light of your living room lamp giving your features a beautiful glow that accentuating all of his favorites parts of you.

To San you were always mesmerizing, to him it didn’t matter if you were all tidied and ready to go out, or if you were tired and in pajamas like you were right now. The aura you always had around was more than enough to keep him captivated ever since he met you, he was wrapped around your finger, and you weren't even aware of that.

"We can try." You said barely above a whisper, San snapping back to reality, missing the faint blush that made you cheeks feel like burning.

"I'll start pointing and you have to tell me the accident and the bone." He says, grabbing a pencil from your pencil case. "Is it okay?"

"Yeah" You wouldn't dare to say no to him, not that you were able to when he was looking at you like that.

"For each one right you'll get a really sweet strawberry." He smiles in a way you for sure knew not even the sweetest of the strawberries would ever come near.

"Did you took all of my strawberries?" You ask, nerves coming up your throat.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." He brushes it off, the tip of the pencil point to your ankle. "Which one is this?"

"The fibula"

"Which accident of the fibula?"

"The... uh, I don't remember, the lateral something."

"The lateral malleolus." He says, eating himself the strawberry. "And up here?" He drags the pencil up to below the knee, moving to the inner side.

"The, um... T-the medial condyle of the bone tibia." You curse at yourself for stuttering, the small smirk on San's face even more clear, making you feel embarrassed.

"That's sound about right, yeah." He nods, smiling, handing you your first strawberry and making the zoo in your stomach roar at the gesture, his hands holding the strawberry up to your mouth, waiting for you bite it.

San's smirk just grows much to your dismay at how flustered you look right now, his stomach all giddy with butterflies, the red decorating your cheeks making him want to confess to you right then and there.

And you kept going, far too deep into the rabbit hole to quit it, and liking it far too much to say no to him, pencil long forgotten as his finger was the one pointing, soft touch to your skin but you were far too focused into pretending to not notice how he got a tiny bit closer each question he asked. To the point he was siting no more than two inches away from your side, upper body leaning slightly towards you.

You could see every single detail in his face, his long eyelashes, his nose bridge, his slight smile lines and the crinkles by his eyes each time he ever so giggled.

"Seem we ran out of strawberries now." he says, hand resting on your hip bone, fingers still grazing your skin ever so slightly over the fabric of your sweats.

"You've literally eaten half of them." You say, trying really hard not to stutter again, if he ever so smirked again, you were sure your heart would stop beating. A simple nod was his answer to your words, eyes falling from your pupils to your lips, stopping on them to just admire them, not even daring to move in case you would disappear from his hold, in case his mind was tricking him.

"We can keep on going without rewards, it’s okay." He mutters, mind coming a bit back to his senses and forging him to lean away from you for a while, deep in his mind knowing that if he kept on looking at you from so closely, he wouldn’t be able to keep on studying. "Or maybe we can change the type of reward"

"What do you mean?" You ask in a small voice, not trusting yourself to talk louder, more than sure he could hear you clearly by how close he was.

He feels a spurt of confidence flowing through him, maybe biased to his own feelings as he interpretates your body language, but he feels like risking it all at this very moment, in front of you. "What about... a kiss, whenever you get right?" He mutters, voice wavering towards the end of the question, sudden hesitance. "If you don't want, we can forget that."

"W- whatever you like the most." You mutter, nodding surely to him, not missing the way his lips curve even more upwards. "I don't mind."

"What about here then?" He says, finger pad delicately grazing over your hip bone. "Can you tell me what this is?" He asks with so much honey in his voice you could feel it.

"Iliac.... something from the Ilion bone." You say, unsure about what even is left of the list, eyes unable to stray from his.

"Anterior superior iliac spine, love, I need you to concentrate, can't have you failing all of these on purpose." He teases, hand moving up to you ribcage, slowly, thumb rubbing against the skin of your waist, taking advantage of you slightly riled up shirt.

He places his hand on your ribs, point finger settling to sign right in the middle of your torso. "Here?"

"Xiphoid process of the sternum." You say, his smile widening as you talked, a small that's right leaving his lips as he got closer to you, taking you by surprise as he got lower, leaving a soft kiss right on the spot he previously touched over your shirt, a small airy gasp leaving you. You were going to die in the next couple of minutes if he kept this up.

Missing like 7 structures, his hand moves upwards, eyes never leaving you as he signaled where you collar bone met the sternum. "Sternal end of the clavicle, isn't it?" You say, and without any words he got closer again, leaving a soft featherlike kiss right there.

You were totally sure he could feel and hear you r heartbeat with how close he was and how silent everything became, his other hand had moved to draw little innocent figures on the skin of your stomach, under your shirt. In a moment of realization, you forced yourself to put a hand on his chest and push him apart.

"San?" You call up to him as he parts away, not missing the way his eyes dropped to stare at your lips as you said his name, probably in the most beautiful way he has ever heard it being said, your eyes doing as his and looking at his lips for a few seconds, a soft and deep hum coming from his. "Stop leading me on." You have the courage to muster, his eyes looking back to yours in confusion, your hand never leaving his chest.

"Leading you onto what?" He suddenly whispers, out of all the ways you could've tell him to stop, this was not an option in his mind, and he didn't knew how to decipher your words.

"You talk too beautifully San, I can't keep on falling for you and your pretty words, just how all those other girls do too." You say, your mind betraying your heart by playing memories of all those girls you have seen San hang up with and never talk to again; you knew he wasn't like that to you, you were only his friend, but you still could not take ending up as someone else.

"There are no other girls y/n, what are you on?" His voice became so clear not, no more whispers falling from his lips, straightening a bit as he heard you, a bit of hurt flashing through his face making you regret your words.

"Why are you being so flirty now? Why now San? If you are just playing around stop, please, I... I don't my heart could manage being played by you." You mutter in a whisper, feeling your insides drop to your feet just by saying those words, outing your feelings.

"What are you even saying y/n?" He asks, looking between both of your eyes as you talked. "I like you, I like you way too much to even think of something so cruel." He says heart clenching in his chest at the thought of you thinking something so vile. "I like you, y/n, fuck, for all I know I could even be falling in love with you."

"Do you mean it?" You ask, hand in his chest trailing slowly over to his shoulder, stopping right where it met with his neck. "Do you really mean what you are saying right now?"

"I never meant anything more in my life as I do right now, y/n."

"I like you too, I've liked you so much for so long." You finally confess, feeling like you could cry right now just by the way his eyes light up slowly, hands going around you waist to bring you closer once again.

"I hope you mean that as much I do, love." He mutters, bringing you so close your breaths mixed together once again, his eyes lidded and admiring all your features. "If you want me as I, do you, take me, take me however you like but let me be more than just your friend." He says, a fond feeling settling inside of his chest, overwhelming him in the best way possible.

"I would be more than pleased to be more than your friend, Sannie." You say, bravely pulling him by his shirt until your noses touch. His smile so wide his eyes almost disappear as he chuckles, making you smile from so deep in your heart, feeling it beating in your ears the second he leans in to close any distance between you.

His lips on yours bloom so many thing inside you, feelings you couldn't even think could exist, butterflies flying merrily in your belly as your hands tangled around his neck just the way his muscly arms hugged your waist. Lips dancing over the others in a symphony, the way they mold against each other making you smile against him, accidentally granting him access to kiss you more deeply until the lack of oxygen forces you apart, foreheads pressed together, and eyes closed, taking in the other's feelings.

"I feel like I'm dreaming, please tell me I'm not" He says softly, making you giggle, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "

"You are not dreaming, Sannie." You whisper, eyes opening only to find his already staring back, so many emotions in them you felt like laughing with happiness.

"I can't believe you truly thought I could play with your heart, if anything you are the one that could play me, but I wouldn't mind at all, you can play me all you want if it means I get to be close to you, I'm all yours." He whispers against your lips, bringing a soft smile out of you, eyes so sincere on each other's, not many words necessary to explain all you were feeling while being in each other’s arms.

"I don't think I can even come up with the idea of letting you walk out of my life now, San, much less play with your feelings." You whisper back, nose brushing his playfully, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "We should really keep studying." You say, bringing a groan out of him before kissing you again, so fondly and full of love you are forced to discard the idea.

"You missed quite a bunch of stuff earlier tho..." You mutter, the collar of his shirt between your fingers.

"I did?" He says a playful smirk in his lips his hand playing with your hair.

"Yeah... why don't we to a quick check up on how much you really know of them huh?" You ask in a mutter, your hot breath fanning his ear, goosebumps trailing his spine and cheeks growing red by the second.

Anatomy definitely was San's favorite subject.

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ladyfocalors · 4 months

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HIIIII THEREEE SWEEETIEEE OMG ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ •

Ah how I know the pain of a writers block! hope the request will give you inspiration and not just completely burn you out instead! After all we wouldn't want a sweet little writer to get burned out, would we now? ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

So don't overwork yourself, and don't forget to drink enough water. Be careful it's cold days and sickness time, MWAH(∩˃ω˂∩)

As I checked your requests I didn't notice anything with angst so I'll just put this here and you decide

Lyney x reader angst to fluff

Or (if you're not comfy with that, that's tots fine, I'll just give you the option so U can choose which you feel like writting)

Lyney X reader confession/accidental confession... Like lyney confessing to reader (bc I have a fear of rejection) LIKE AAA

Anyways what I wanted to say is stay safe, don't overwork yourself and don't forget to eat and drink, KISS

pairing: Lyney x gn!reader

warnings: friends to lovers, jealous reader, lyney is a tease but we all know that, reader is kinda a tsundere, traveller is not specified, wrote this entire thing sleep deprived, a bit messy, not proofread!

note: Thank you for the sweet words, anon! I hope this is up to your standards. Take care :3

word count: 1.2k

It was always you and Lyney.

So why was it that the moment the traveller appeared, Lyney has forgotten about you. You can’t seem to get Lyney all by himself now, he has to have the traveller and that loud flying companion of theirs around.

The traveller.

The traveller was pretty and likable, you have to give them that. You could never hate them. If you were someone else, you would’ve definitely loved to be around them. But you weren’t someone else, you were you. Your heart didn’t belong to anyone other than the magician himself. It was pathetic really, being jealous when you didn’t even have the right to.

Is it selfish to want all your attention?

You bitterly smiled at the scene in front of you. There he was again, with them. All smiles and everything. With a deep breath you tear your eyes away from them towards Lynette who seems to be doning a bored expression on her face.

I shouldn’t be jealous, you mentally scold yourself.

“I’ll come back another time, Lynette.” You turned around, hiding your bitter expression. “Tell Freminet, I said hi.”

Lynette hummed in acknowledgement, noting how the distant look in your eyes didn’t match with the smile on your lips.

“I’ll tell him,” she responded.

With that you left the place, not able to capture the moment Lyney turned to see your figure walking away or that the way he frowned.

It was always Lyney and you.

So why was it that the moment the traveller appeared, you had disappeared from his life? You didn’t seem to stick around for long anymore, looking for excuses to leave quickly and it almost felt like you were avoiding him now. He missed your presence next to him.

It was funny how he never thought of that. He was so used to having you around that he forgot what it was like to not be around you. Now that he is alone, everything seemed so dull. It was weird to not have the melody of your voice cutting through the silence or the bright smile you carried or the way he felt comfort in your touch or the way…

Well, you get the point.

So after pacing around a bit in his room, and getting scolded by Lynette for sulking around, he decided to go meet you while you were at work.

With a determined expression, he pushed open the door and entered. The familiar chime of the bell greeted him as he stepped inside. The atmosphere of the place was calming, but it lacked the warmth he associated with your presence: you weren’t at the front desk.

Wandering around a bit, he found you in a corner, engrossed in your work, a sight he found oddly comforting yet distant.

“Hey,” he greeted, trying to sound casual.

You glanced up, surprise evident in your eyes before morphing back into a blank stare. Despite that, you did manage to put on a smile. “Lyney, do you need something?”

“Yeah. You,” he responded nonchalantly, relishing in the way your expression got caught between disgust and a sigh.

“Gross!” you huffed, setting aside your work. “Fix your choice of words.”

Lyney grinned, happy to get a reaction out of you. “What I meant is, I missed you.”

Your face falls at his words and he doesn’t understand why. “You, missing me? Did fish start flying?” your voice carries a faint bitterness.

He chuckled at your words, if he had to get something out of you, he had to change his words to get what he wanted. "Maybe they did. Or maybe I just realized how dull everything is without you around."

“What brought you to this sudden realisation?” you asked.

He leaned against the nearby table, crossing his arms. "Well, Lynette pointed out that I've been sulking around like a lost puppy. Got me thinking about why I felt that way and, well, here I am."

You raised an eyebrow. “So it was Lynette. Well, always the voice of reason.”

You turned back to your work but Lyney grabbed your hand making your head turn to him.

“What?” you ask, annoyed now. “Let me do my work. I am busy.”

“Tell me,” he asked, placing your hand on his face and leaning into the warmth it brought. He closed his eyes. “What am I doing wrong? Why do you avoid me?”

You avoid his eyes which are looking at you with a soft expression that you would definitely get lost in and it could easily break your nonchalant facade.

“What am I supposed to say?” he mumbles to himself but you can hear it. “Look you’re my best friend and I love you-”

“What?” your voice comes out louder than intended. Lyney jumps at your voice and in an instant he realises what he just said when he sees the surprised horrified look on your face.

“I did not mean for it to come out like that.” This time Lyney is the one avoiding your gaze. It’s surreal to see him embarrassed and blushing, his face matching his Pyro vision. The air of confidence he had around him had disappeared and all the theatrics were out the window.

Anxiety bubbles in your chest at his choice of words, “You didn’t mean that?”

He laughed weakly, trying to come back to his usual self and realise what he just said. “I did mean what I said. I just, I just didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. You understand?”

You pulled your hand away from his face, flustered. "Lyney, you can't just drop a confession like that and expect me to understand. Besides, how can you say you missed me when you had traveller?"

“So you were jealous of the traveller!” Lyney chuckled heartily and your eyes widened at your slip up. You hid your face behind the palms of your hand, utterly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, my heart is all yours. No traveller can take it from you.”

"You're incorrigible," you muttered, trying to regain your composure.

His grin widened, and he moved closer to your face. "Guilty as charged. But seriously, what's the harm in admitting my feelings?"

You crossed your arms, trying to feign indifference. "You're just saying that to get a reaction out of me."

Lyney chuckled, the sound low and inviting. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just tired of dancing around the truth. You make everything a little more lively, and I kind of like that."

Your attempt to appear unfazed was crumbling, and you sighed in defeat. "You're impossible, Lyney."

He closed the remaining distance between you, his confidence never wavering as he wrapped his arm around your flustered form. "Only for you," he replied, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Now, are you going to keep pretending you didn't hear what I said, or are we going to talk about it?"

Your mind raced, your face heating up. "I... I wasn't expecting this," you admitted, your eyes flickering between his lips and the floor.

A shiver ran down your spine when he slowly traced down your jawline to your chin and tilted your face up to meet his eyes. “My eyes are up here,” he said and with a smirk, he pulled back, his expression still brimming with confidence.

“So, what do you say? We meet at our favourite cafe in the evening?” he asked, his tone changing to something more sincere and less flirty.

“Fine.” You sighed, shaking your head. "You're lucky you're charming."

Lyney grinned, "Luck has nothing to do with it, darling. It's all a skill and you love it."

“Don’t flatter yourself too much,” you grumbled.

©️ ladyfocalors

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyney #lyney #lynette #fontaine #𐙚 : genshin boys

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shapelytimber · 30 days

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Wdym it's been 5 months ? Anyway, here is the end of my little comic serie about this niche Skyrim mod

*Insert me 100%ing the 4th arc of the hit mod 'vigilant' for the elder scrolls V Skyrim with little difficulty having a grand ol' time*

I messed up my files so Teldryn divorced me while I was away ckgkckkc And you know what good for him, he got a cottage and a kid out of it

[PART 1] - [PART 2] - [PART 3]

[COMMISSIONS]

If you're interested in my thoughts about this mod, you can read that below (it's fucking long so I'm sparing you all just here for the art to have to scroll through all that) vvv

A fantastic mod for sure ! I had so much fun, the voice acting was (for the most part) quite impressive, the music !!!!!!!!! Excuse me who gave this mod permission to have this fucking banger of an ost ???? Loved the new environnements, and there was so much of them !! Especially in act 4, I felt that all the locations had a unique and gorgeous aesthetic (frankly it was the most fun I had doing dungeons in skyrim... the bar is on the floor tho- if I ever see another nordic tomb or draugr I'll not be responsible for my actions), and fucking impressive mise en scene.

And the fights were so fun ??? In skyrim ?? Incredible.

But I still have some problems with it- first let's get the elephant out of the room : act 1 and 2... Boy oh boy were they not so great- I get that the begining is a slow burn to 1) get to know the vigilants of stendar, and 2) drive home the fact that the vigilants are quite incompetent and stendar hates them. Ok this is cool ! And they definetly were some highlights, like with the story of the three kajiits (I'm not good with remembering names (forshadowing for later-)), the ending of act 1, and uuuuuuuhhhh underground windhelm looked sick in act 2 !

But the quests in general were not very fun, at least not fun enough to distract me from the parts of the scenario I understood- which were kind of sexist and not that interesting (the sexism doesn't get better with act 3 and 4 but at least I'm having fun)- like I don't expect great women characters, this is still a tes mod, and it definitly doesn't get to "the man writting this is a fucking creep and I'm not playing this any longer" territory... But all the women we interact with are either : prostitutes, mothers/wives, or abuse(it's nearly always rape) victims- like I don't really mind that the first quest is to track down a vampire prostitute who propose to show me her sweetrolls, but it gets pretty tiresome after a while (and kinda ridiculous, like do all the big musley men I'm fighting in act 4 have to angst about their wives ? Can't a big musley woman angst about her partner too...). The worst one is Lamae Bal. From the charadesign, to the dialogues with her, to her story- hated that.

And also we don't have much dialogue choices and ways to influence the story in these 2 (3) first acts. Which I understand like this is a lot of work for fan content, but it's such a stark contrast to act 4 it's a bit jaring.

But speaking of the story... I get this is a very thoughtful and well researched story. A lot of work reading the tes wiki as been done by the author... But I, on the other hand, did not read the entire extended lore wiki- and I admit I was not understanding any of it during Act 4. Like I got a general idea, and the epic, dramatic and emotional moments were still impactful ! But I really don't think the author did a great job getting the story accross, and the more the mod progress, the more this problem becomes relevant. The recuring problem of tes games is that they have really deep interesting lore that we rarely get to see in the games ; the problem of this mod is that we get presented with this lore as if we already knew it.

And after watching an explaination of the story, it's such a shame because it's really good !! And well written ! But I don't think I should need a youtube video to understand it...

Also omfg I am not good with names mod please- everything has like 2-3 different weird fantasy names (but it's never explained it's the same thing, and what the thing is is never explained-), there is a billion men characters with weird ass long names, and the mod expects me to remember them all 5-6 hours after they got killed ??? I don't remember them 5 seconds after I'm done talking to them-

But I had fun playing it, and that's what matters <3 and I'll never get other twink molag bal <3

Also, my mage dragonborn is even more op now omg I can summon an army of 8ft musle men + molag bal + Jyggalag ??? The only fight I had a bit of trouble with was Pelinal's, the rest got obliterated easily (by Pelinal) kgkgkfjfifb

I'll probably need to nerf Elaris at some point in the future-

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nocturn-warrior · 14 days

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Fall onto him like a pillow

Alucard x reader

Summary: Alucard feels sad and you decide to chill him up

Rating: fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: oral (male receiving), mentions of traumas, feeding (in a non kinky way), body worship (male receiving), kinda sub Alucard, reader's gender is not specified but i wrote this thinking about a female

This fic was inspired by @kundool 's adorable fanart

sorry if it has a bad writting, i literally lost all my progress because tumblr didn't save it and posted the incomplete fanfic.

It was a normal fall grey sort of day. You and Alucard had bought some groceries at the village. Even though the villagers insisted in giving their products freely to you two after all you and your friends have done for them, Alucard felt it was not fair to simply accept the groceries they put they worked so hard during the year. So Alucard and you would always bring them old itens that were only accumulating mold and memories.

All was well, so far. He greeted the old ladies, played with the orphans who became your children at heart and happilly chose the groceries in the wooden boxes.

But comming back home as you were sniffling a wild rose you have picked from a bush and rambling about funny events and gossips the old ladies have told you during your brief statement, you noticed Alucard stood stoic and silent, just answering your words with quick chuckles, not continuing the conversation and keeping his head bowed down

Usually he would connect your thoughts with his, adding something quirky or an accid comment about the situation, but not today.

"Adrian? Is everything alright?"

You ask, slowing your pace and making him look at you. He takes some seconds to answer a languid "yes, i am just mentally tired". He wasn't alright, you knew. You don't insist, though. Just follow your way towards the castle, trying to pull a true smile from his face but the results are the same.

The wide doors of the castle open as you two approach and close once you are inside. Alucard's behavior is more of the same; he helps you to place the groceries at the kitchen, but remains silent. A deep breath leaves his mouth before he turns towards the door.

"I am going to read a bit, my dear."

Although you wanted to comfort him, respecting Alucard's alone moments was something you tried your best to do. He isn't a child, after all. But you can't resist to the urge of comforting your lover.

"Adrian, here..."

You say, placing the wild rose you've collected behind his ear. You caress his chin:

"If you need me, i am here, alright?"

He smiles understandably before desappearing in the dark hallways of your home way to your chambers.

The hours pass by. You distract yourself sewing some torn spots in your clothes you don't even notice sun is starting to set. You must have dozed off.

Immediatly, your mind goes to Alucard. You fear his isolation was a form of asking for your comfort amd you just left him alone with his thoughts.

Quickly climbing up the almost infinite stairs, you reach your bedroom and before you could even thump your finger onto the door, you hear that unmistakable sniffling you've heard so many times before.

He hated when you saw him like that, no matter if you have already done it one million times. But you had to comfort him.

The dhampir who was knealing down in front of the bed, face buried in the plush cushion, has a little jumpscare when you sudden open the door and quickly wipes away the tears with the loose silk of his shirt. As if a simple motion could hide he was crying for hours.

"Aw, Adrian my love..."

You rush to him, knealing down by his side and placing caressing his back softly as he tries to put himself together. Adrian didn't know why exactly he was crying so no words could possibly leave his throat. It was only a deep, rooted feeling of dispair and grief.

All he did was turn to you, swallowing his tears before they could drown him. In moments like these, all he craved was your touch. You open your arms to him and Adrian quickly attaches himself onto your body, head resting against your chest as he sniffles looking at an empty spot of the room.

While caressing his back in soothing motions like a mother calming down a sobbing baby, you have an idea of how you could calm him down: cooking his favorite treat; strawberry muffins filled with jam, and a nice cup of chamomille tea.

You wait until he has completly calmed down so you could pull off from the hug and prepare the little surprise for your lover.

"You wet all my shirt with your tears, my love. Do you have a water dam behind those pretty eyes of yours?"

You joke to make sure he is completly fine and you can feel the vibrations of his chuckling as he is still with his head against your bosom. Slowly you pull off and tilt up his chin:

"Take some bath, my love. Dress a comfortable nightgown, get cozy in bed and wait for me. I will prepare something that will chill you up"

Curiously, Alucard nods his head, looking at you with those dewy amber eyes which long lashes are glued due to the tears. He already imagines what you are going to do and he would love to help you with the baking, but you insist for him to rest.

You want to spoil him that night in every way possible.

Alucard takes some minutes to put himself together looking at a spot in the room and envying it's emptiness. He wishes he could rest his mind just for a second, forget all of those thoughts that crushed him. But following your sweet order, the dhampir heads to the bathing room. He fills up the tub with huge buckets and relaxes in it.

All the while you are preparing the dough of the muffins, looking in an old book of recipes that belonged to Lisa. Your lover and you always look for an advice in this tome, cooking together is one of your favorite activities.

Fourty minutes later, Alucard is already settled nicely on bed. His hair is wet and loose, he wears his usual white nightgown and hugs your pillow, sniffling it to pretend this is your body. That way, tears wouldn't come back.

Checking out the muffins, you smile widely seeing they are already baked, and with a cooking glove, you pick up the sweet treats. The scent was so good Alucard could feel it from your room.

You place the small cakes in a plate. Four of them: two for you, two for Alucard. And while you wait for them to cool up a bit, you prepare the chamomille tea.

The door delicatedly opens and Alucard's eyes light up seeing you enter holding the plate. If he was crying you couldn't tell, but some little sniffles leave his nose before he sits up properly.

In the moment he smoothly moves, you can see your lover is not wearing underwears, which causes tingles in your groin, but you try to focus on pampering him with you cooking.

"Here"

You sit by his side, brushing his hair behind his ear and placing the plate on top of a pillow. Slowly, you cut a piece of the muffin, the hot strawberry jam drips from it, and takes a forkful towards Alucard's mouth.

The man softly hums, his eyes squinting together adorably as he appreciates the bite. You clean the jam from the corner of his lips and lick it from your finger.

"Do you like it?"

Alucard nods, his expression is no longer miserable as the one he had hours before, though his face is still puffy from crying.

"Thank you for doing these things to me even when i don't deserve"

He says with a sad smile. You hate to see Adrian put himself down like this. It took you so much time to make him forgive himself and perceive his own qualities that every breakdown felt like it all was starting again. Once he swallowed the bite, you gently shove another forkful into his mouth.

“You deserve this and so much more.”

You smile, seeing his cute surprised expression. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you watch Alucard grab the book he was reading before you arrived and the two of you share the muffins while reading out loud, switching the narrator from page to page.

Alucard gives the delicious muffin a last bite and finishes drinking the chamomile tea. Leaving a pleased relaxed sigh, he leaves the empty cup and the book over the nightstand. Your heart instantly flutters, seeing how your love appreciated your little spoiling.

Through the thin silk of his nightshirt, you could see the pink tone of his cock. You itched to, instead of attaching your lips onto the strawberry treat, suck on his shaft until his so much sweeter seed spilled into your mouth. You wanted to drive him mad with pleasure.

“How do you feel now?”

You ask, finishing your tea. He was visibly feeling better now, though his face was still puffy from the previous crying and his eyes were still red. The dhampir chuckles, softly patting his toned abdomen:

“Full.”

“Show me, then.”

You grin and Adrian knows exactly your game, but he plays is obliviously, slowly rising up the nightshirt and showing his almost imperceptibly distended torso along with that pretty thin waist of his and of course, his pink flushed cock which head rested on the plush bed.

God, you wanted to worship every inch of his body: from his collar, his chest, to his godly abs. how could a being be so magnificently, ethereally beautiful? Alucard looked like the incarnation of Apollo and you wanted to praise that body of his so hard, you couldn’t contain your arousal now.

Your fingers traced around his nipples, travelling down to his stomach. Alucard's heartbeat increased as you felt onto him like a pillow, pinned him down on the bed and started kissing from his neck to down his bellybutton, touching and praising every inch of his skin.

Stopping in there, you looked down at his blushy face, eyes begging for you to slid lower and lower. But you wanted to hear the words coming from his sweet lips:

"Love, please"

He whimpers and you smirk, scooting down until you are knealing but your higher body is over his groin, his cock juts on your chest, hard and urging to be sucked.

When he felt the heat of your mouth meeting his cock, Adrian gripped onto the she sheets. His golden hair was spread on the bed like sunlight in a lake. You begin slowly, twirling your tongue around the pink head as your hand caressed his balls.

Then, with half of the length into your mouth, you sucked it vigorously, making beautiful moans come from Alucard's throat. He is seeing heaven and squirms to the sight of it.

You hold his hips on the bed as he squirms in pleasure and feels the dash of seed climbing up his urethra, the movements you make are sensual but passionated, and all the while you look into his eyes.

His warm sperm fills up your taste buds as Alucard leaves one last but sluttiest moan. You release his cock with an audible popping sound, sitting up on bed and peering down at him with a smirk.

Just seeing your beloved in a trance of pleasure makes you wet. He is receiving the treatment he deserves. A tear of pleasure slids down his cheek as his chest rises and falls.

Putting himself together, Alucard sits up in a swift, smooth motion. He smiles gidly at you, dressing his nightwear again.

You reach out to cup his heated cheeks, they were no longer red because of crying, but because of love. You place a wet kiss on his skin, his long eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

Adrian then snuggles onto your bosom as your back rests on the soft pillows against the bedframe. Your hand sinks under his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, delicated movements as he relaxes to your touch, blushing at your praises.

That way, you two fall asleep for that night. And when sadness knocks on his door, you are willing to pamper him again, no matter in what way it is.

#adrian tepes imagine #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes x fem!reader #dom reader #alucard x f!reader #alucard x reader #alucard x dom!reader #castlevania x reader

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 2 months

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could we do hothners daughter (10-13) in there when hailey dies, and when she sees hotch just jumps into hos arms so so fast! you can end there or do like a time skip where shes getting nightmares and just sleeps with het dad as he comforts her!!! love your writting🤍

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter reader

Request : could we do hothners daughter (10-13) in there when hailey dies, and when she sees hotch just jumps into hos arms so so fast! you can end there or do like a time skip where shes getting nightmares and just sleeps with het dad as he comforts her!!! love your writting🤍

So sorry for not updating for a while, I finally have a week off from college to write!

I do love writing Aaron Hotchner x child readers.

Lots of angst in this one like usual

Third person pov...

They were supposed to be safe from Foyet. Haley, Jack and 12 year old Y/N where in witness protection, Y/N was out with her Mum and Brother.

Jack and Y/N are walking together when Haleys phone goes off, stopping she gasps making Y/N look up at her Mum worried. "What's wrong mum?" She asks, Haley looks down at her daughter and tries not to cry.

She couldn't tell her kids their dad was dead. She smiles at her ans brushes her hair off her forehead. "Nothing sweetie but we have to get home quickly" she tells her daughter, the three get back to their car and drive home.

Once they get to their own home Haley sends Jack and Y/N off to play in the living room while she waits for the new marshal to appear.

Aftwr a couple of minutes Y/N stood up to go to the bathroom, as she left the door bell went, Haley answered it and in came George Foyet.

Y/N had begged her dad to show her what Foyet looked like just incase before they went into witness protection.

As Y/N walked back to the living room she heard a man's voice, she didn't recognise it. Tiptoeing silently towards the door she looked through a crack in it and gasps at the man.

"Foyet" she whispers to herself, the killer was currently playing with her little brother while her mum stood infront of them. Haley makes eye contact with her daughter.

She shakes her head slightly, telling her daughter to stay out of the living room, Y/N nods and hears her mum talk to someone on the phone.

"Aaron your okay?" Gaps Haley, Y/N eyes widened it was her Dad. Her parents talk a while with Foyet looking over at them a couple times.

"Haley, are Y/N and Jack there?" He asks

"Yes, Aaron what is going on?" Asks Haley, Hotch hesitates "hes Foyet, he's there to kill you, I'm sorry I couldn't stop him Haley" Says Hotch voice full of emotion.

Haley holds back her tears as Aaron tell Jack to 'work the case with him' Jack leaves the room running into Y/N who helps him hide before going back to her mum.

On her way back downstairs she goes into the kicken and grabs one of the big kichen knifes, hiding it in her waistband the 13 year old goes to the living room.

Suddenly three gunshots are heard, Y/Ns eyes widen with horror she runs back downstairs into living room and slams the door open forgetting about Foyet.

She cries with anguish as she spots her mum on the floor lifeless. "Mum! No nono you can't die no Mummy!" She cries hugging the body tightly.

The phone next to her is silent, the team had beeb listening into it, Hotch hates how sad his daughters voice sounds through the phone.

As she hugs her mum she feels a tap on the shoudler, wide eyed she jumps back away from her mum and away from tjr killer.

"Well well well, what have we here Hotchs daughter, cute thing you are" he tells the girl, shaking in fear Y/N stands up facing the man.

"You killed her you bastard!" She screams tears rolling down her eyes as she watched the sick basterd smirk at her. "I did, you and your brother will be next!" He yells before trying to grab her.

Y/N ducks and moves towards the door, she had to keep him downstairs. Turning around she looks for something to throw and remembers the knife in her waistband.

Holding it put at arms length she keeps the man infront of her. "You wknt find him I won't let you" she tells the man, Foyet on smirks and walks towards the teen.

Suddenly Y/N wakes up screaming murder, she whips her head around the dark room still screaming. Legs tangled in thr sheets the young girl desperately tries to stand up and run.

Her door is then opened and the light switched on, standing in the doorway was her Dad. Seeing his daughter crying and panicking he jumps into action.

He makes sure she sees its him before moving towards the 14 year old, it had been 2 year since the death of her mum and facing the reaper.

Every night she gets horrible vivid night terrors of that day, she hasn't be able to sleep since. Hotch begins to comfort his distraught daughter.

The man runs over to his daughter and sits on the bed holding his daughters hands tightly in his giving her pressure to help ground her.

"N/N its me its Dad, your safe remember the reaper is dead, he can't hurt you anymore." He tells the girl, Y/N shakes her head and cries in his arms.

Holding her tightly he's reminded of that day...

It wasn't until half an hour later when he arrived at his own home, dread filled his heart as walked inside to see his exwife shot.

Suddenly the sounds of grunting and screaming could be hear, the man sprint off if the direction and sees his daughter fighting for her life against Foyet.

"Y/N!" He yells emptying his clip into Foyet, when he was down Y/N leaps into her Dads arms and cries she cries and cries and cries.

It took a while for her to be okay and let go of her Dad, after that she was taken out of school for a few months to recover and started seeing a shrink.

Since then Y/N hadn't been the same, rocking back and forth Hotch rubs a comforting hand up his daughter back.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she could breath again. "Dad?" She calls, Hotch hums and continues comforting her. "C-can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks

Hotch kisses he forehead. "Of course you can sweetie" he whispers before picking her up and wrapping her in her blankets, they then leave her room Hotch turns off thr light and walk to his room.

As they do they walk past Jack's room, Hotch was lucky Jack had been staying with Jessica while he looked after Y/N, he didn't want him to have to listen to her screaming all night.

When they got to his room he pulled back the coverd and tucked his little girl in before getting in beside her, once he was under the covers Y/N curls up against her dad and falls into a finally restful sleep.

Smiling softly Hotch wishes her good night and falls into a dreamless sleep.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot, so sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1233

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mars101 · 2 months

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Our First Love

! ! Jungwon's first love was you, it's unfortunate that he wasn't yours.

-> paring: jungwon x reader, slight niki x reader

-> genre: erm angst, unrequited love

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Jungwon's first love is you.

Ever since he saw you walk down the halls, he noticed your smile as you were talking and joking around with your friends. Now, he can find your smile within a crowd of a hundred students.

As the student class president he's always willing to help others, so why is he hesitant to help you when you walk up to him with a shy smile and a soft flush on your cheeks.

“Is Niki single..? I think I like him”

Oh.

Niki was your first love and his best friend.

“Yeah.. Niki is single. Uhm, do you want me to help you two get together?”

Jungwon feels his heart break at the thought of you with another. But the bright smile on your face made him happy with his choice of words.

“Really..? You would do that??”

“Of course I would, for you..”

The two of you got to exchange numbers, Jungwon was excited to get to know more about you. But instead of telling you what he liked and disliked, he was telling you all about Niki.

author’s note: yall wait i hate writting so little i cant do this, its over. @sanasour yeah i didn't write any more for it 😁

masterlist;

☆★☆ taglist: @boomhoon @sanasour @loonaluvz

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #jungwon x reader #jungwon angst #niki x reader #jungwon drabbles #niki drabbles

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purrplegyuu · 4 months

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hi Issa!!!

Is this a request? lol. I just wanted to know what kind of content would you write for the rest of txt??

Luv yaa!!

-🪷

Hiiiii 🪷 anonnie! I didn't really understand what where you asking for, sorryyy T.T

But here it is. I'm not saying this is what I will be writting next btw. Love you too!! ❤️

What kind of themes I think fit them the most (SMUT EDITION) + fictional warnings

Choi Soobin

You have always been too shiny and charming around him −pretty smile on your lips while talking to HIS friends, shamelessly flirting with them in front of him just because you want HIS attention. Until you finally have had fucked all of them, and he thinks he finally got rid of you. However, there you are, once again shining over his fucking apartament like it’s all about you. The moment he sees you on his couch, slapping his ex girlfriend’s face yelling that she was never enough for him… that’s when he gets really pissed off because fuck, you have just ruined his plan to get her back, lying also about having laid with him. So, that’s what you want? Then that’s what he will give you.

−Hate sex

−Strong kink

−Overstimulation

Choi Yeonjun

So you’re bad boy!Yeonjun's neighbor since you were born, and you have always been secretly in love with him; always too innocent and dumb to notice he’s also waiting for the day he could finally confess to you because doesn’t want to make you feel scared of him because of the age gap between you both.

−Age gap

−Corruption kink

−Mean dom!yeonjun

−Innocent!reader

Choi Beomgyu

Step brother!Beomgyu who didn’t actually want you to move on into his house because he never really liked to have someone bursting into his life like you would (like you did). Anyways, his mother didn’t listen to him when he said that to her —then, expect him to look at you with killer eyes everytime your dad and his mom are not there. Alway too mean and cold around you, and when he fucks you, you see nothing in his eyes but hate. He wants to ruin you so so much.

−Stepcest

−Hate sex

−Mean dom!beomgyu

Kang Taehyun

Everything on school is gray and cold, home is not very different, dad is barely at home and mom is always so mean to you. Everything is pure angst. He knows that. He also knows he is your only comfort, and I swear he really tried to show you how much you mean to him —it’s just really hard for him, and you constantly feel like he doesn’t love you the way you do, like the only time he loves you is when he is fucking you the way he wants to, so thats your favourite part of the day… even if it hurts you.

−Angst

−Free use

−Comfort(?)

Huening Kai

He is big and cute and soft and pretty. That’s what you liked at first sight. Some years younger than you, always too shy to make any move. You didn’t really wait for him to do it anyways —you knew it was always gonna be you approaching him because everything he needed was a mommy who teaches him how to love, how to feel great and how to make her feel great.

−Mommy kink

−Reader older

−Soft dom!reader

#purrplegyuu #tomorrow by together smut #txt smut #choi beomgyu smut #choi yeonjun smut #choi soobin smut #kang taehyun smut #hueningkai smut #beomgyu hard dom #beomgyu overstimulation #beomgyu stepbrother #fanfic #kpop smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu mean dom #angst #purrplegyuu | 🪷 anonnie<33

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unwishablestars · 2 months

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Hi I’m not sure if you take this type of requests and if you don’t you can just ignore it. Could you do Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, Lifewaever and Mauga (not sure if you writ for him) comforting their s/o after they got rescued from being kidnapped. Can you also add that the s/o was pregnant but had a miscarriage due to the kidnapping? If you don’t want to add the last bit that’s fine.

Thank you. 😊

I failed

Pair(s): Cassidy x Pregnant!Reader | Hanzo x Pregnant!Reader | Genji x Pregnant!Reader | Lifeweaver x Pregnant!Reader

Genre: Angst , Hurt/Comfort (little comfort ngl)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Headcanons, Angst, Miscarriage, Multi-Character, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

TWs: Miscarriage, Kidnapping, Angst, Mildly-described violence

Summary: Cassidy/Hanzo/Genji/Lifeweaver's partner get kidnapped while pregnant leading to reader's miscarriage.

A/N: HIIIII ANONNNN!!! Thank you so much for your request!<3 I'm really sorry about the delay since life got in the way a bit :( And sorry I don't write for Mauga cuz idk how yet--- fresh hero ykyk</3 I hope you like this though!! Sorry for the delay again :(

Cassidy

Even before joining overwatch Cassidy was already a pretty wanted man due to him being part of the dead lock gang

And it never really changed when he joined overwatch

Though this time he wasn't a criminal but he was still in a dangerous field, but you always loved him because you've seen him in all the ways he loves you.

He was swooned when he met you.

One cheesy love story later, BOOM, you're preggers.

Whether you were a civilian or an agent, Cassidy WILL NOT let you get involved with his work while pregnant.

So he was absolutely distraught when he couldn't find you in you're shared home.

He walks through the door calling out for your name, ready to pamper you for the night, only to get no response.

Suddenly, he sees the signs of struggle. Knocked over furniture, thrown books, and just a general mess of your home

He is frantic.

Starts yelling your name, running around the house trying to look for you. "..Fuck..FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK"

After a few hours, they eventually locate you. They waste no time at all.

The plan was simple, (maybe even too simple), just get you out of there. Unharmed.

Cole, with worry and adrenaline as strong as ever, finds you tied to a chair. Crying, distraught, and bleeding.

Now you lay on the base's medic bay, face showing numbness as you learned the news of your baby.

Everyone had left after attempting to comfort you. All except for you lover.

He held your hand as he felt a familiar pain of loss, holding back tears, he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren't alone. And that he is so sorry.

"Darlin.. fuck.. I'm so sorry.. I was supposed to protect you. Our child.. it's my-- I'm so fucking sorry, love. Please.. please don't hate me."

Of course you didn't hate him. But too exhausted to speak, you brought his hand up to your cheek and weakly said "Just.. stay.."

"Darlin.. I will never leave your side."

Hanzo

Hanzo has been hiding in the shadows and constantly on the run for years. Alone. Until you, of course.

You offered to give him a place to stay after seeing him about to doze off sitting on a bench in the park

"No, it's fine. I'm just resting." He was literally about to pass out--

He had eventually opened up to you after much persistence and kindness, and grew incredibly fond of you.

To him, you brought him peace.

For a while, he tried to lessen contact with you as to avoid any conflicts with the people searching for him.

But he was conflicted when he found out you were pregnant. He did not want to leave your side but he also did not want to endanger you, especially in this state.

After some reassurance, he agreed to stay and take care of you.

He had hoped he would lay low enough that not only would he have to worry about your safety but also be able to be a present father to his child.

But when he came to your shared home and the door wide open, he fuckin lost it.

Frantically looking for you in your home, swearing all sorts in his home tongue didn't solve the issue.

He couldn't find you but he did find an envelope containing you're whereabouts.

They've been planning this for a while, how long were they watching him? Why did they only strike when you're health was so critical.

Hanzo was livid realizing this.

He headed to your location and found you tied to a chair, sac over your head, in a dimly lit warehouse

He knew it was a trap but ain't no way he would let anyone put a finger on you.

After being roughed up himself, (but ultimately beating the shit put of a of em) he took a look at you and saw the bruises, the scrapes

and the blood down there

he held you close, forever blaming himself for what happened

Genji

Genji and you met during your time in overwatch while they were in their prime

He was emo back then but you liked that,

And when he realized he liked you're unconditional admiration, he liked you too.

He didn't admit it of course, neither to himself nor to you but whatever.

Years later, Winston sends the recall.

And he was pleased to find out you had come back,

With a new mentality, a new acceptance of himself, and a more open acceptance of your love.

This time he made the first move, trying to act smooth like his pre-overwatch days, but his stuttering and nervousness gave it away though.

He was worried you'd remembered him as the angry and vengeful man he once was, but you saw who he was deep down

Which is the exact reason why he fell in love with you.

Eventually, after feeling a bit of morning sickness he urged you to go Mercy or Bap or anyone to help you get better.

Only for you to find out you're pregnant.

You stayed away from missions for a while as Genji requested, at most doing paperwork and helping a bit around the base.

But when the base was suddenly attacked, Genji pinned, yelling at you to stayed back.

You tuned out his pleads and gripped your weapon to help the father of your child.

And you did, but you were knocked out and taken away. He was too weak to reach you.

They immediately set out to rescue you, fully aware of your vulnerable state.

Though they had insisted for Genji to heal up first, through his broken visor, he shot them a glare that wouldn't stop him from saving his love.

After finding you in a cell, bruises all over in a weakened state, unconscious, he carried you back to the ship and held you close, eye getting watery.

You woke up in a hospital bed in the medbay, the first thing you notice being the ache your body feels, and the pain in your stomach.

Then, you notice your lover hold you close and tight.

Followed by the sorrowful looks of the doctors.

They left to give you two some space.

"I'm.. so sorry.. please.. forgive me.."

With tears in your eyes, you held each other close, never wanting to let go again.

Lifeweaver

You had worked alongside Lifeweaver in his development of biolight,

He loved having you at his side.

Soon he took you dates, brought you gifts and food, too show appreciation.

Not realizing he was indulging in his growing love for you.

After giving him some clarity of his feeling with a bold kiss, you two were inseparable, even more than before.

After you had missed you're period, you showed your lover the positive test and he way beyond joyful.

He always urged you to rest and didn't let you lift a finger. He didn't want you to be stressed or worried, he saw such beauty in you.

But those you wanted his biolight saw opportunity.

He was out buying food for you and his future baby but he came home to an open door, silence, thrown trinkets and portraits.

In his panic, he wondered whether or not he would need to contact his family. Or Satya. Or Baptiste. Anyone.

He received a video file on his desktop.

Asking for the acces to his biolight as well as the information to it's creation.

He was shaking, he wasn't strong enough to fight them on his own, he needed help. He needed you. Please come back to me.

He cannot wait any longer. He caved. Only for you. And for them.

He had sent all the information they needed. And as breathed heavily on his knees. He heard a vehicle arrive at his estate.

He hurried out, even almost tripping in the process, he needed to see you were okay, that you were both okay.

He saw you being lead to the front gate, and the abductors lackey walking back to their vehicle.

Giving him a face of no remorse.

As he held you in his arms once again, the look in your eyes had told him everything.

You two stayed there. Just feeling the comfort of what you two still had. Each other.

#writing #fanfic request #overwatch x reader #genji x reader #cole cassidy x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #lifeweaver x reader #headcanon #angst #fanfic #hurt/comfort #uhh please read trigger warnings

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poeticandors · 2 years

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Pretending

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Summary: After spending years pretending to hate Steve, it soon takes a toll on you, and you feel yourself breaking as you hold onto him.

[From this anonymous request for my 5K celebration: "enemies to lovers (part 4)“i’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.” Smut [ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately. Steve/ST. I love your writting"].

Warnings: Smut/NSFW 18+ content (Minors DNI), P in V sex, sexual language, angst, one mention of weed

A/N: So this was actually from my 5K celebration that just... got out of control lol...

GIF belongs to @unworthythors

“That’s it- fuck, keep doing that,” Steve pants, as he grips your waist with one hand while the other lays flat on the mattress, thrusting his hips hard up into yours as you meet his by rolling down.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you look down at Steve, staring into his eyes.

His jaw tightens, and you know you’ve struck a nerve. That’s all you and him seemed to do with each other. He talked shit, then you talked shit back. You got in his face and challenged him, he would do the same. You knew where to hit him where it hurt the most, as he did with you. It was a constant cycle, fueled with anger and hate for each other. But then one day, it all changed.

Sure, you still hated each other, but rather than spit venom at each other, you took out your anger on each other’s bodies. You weren’t sure how it happened. One minute, you and Steve were shouting things at each other that now seemed silly. The next thing you knew, he had you pressed into the mattress, your clothes long forgotten on the floor, as he pounded into you without mercy. You still remember how he tasted that first time, how his fingers felt against your skin, and you remember wondering why you both hadn’t done this before.

“You think you get to boss me around, huh?” Steve growls as he gazes up at you, his eyes blown with lust and the need to release into you. The longer you stare at him, the tighter your chest becomes.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. All it was supposed to be was sex— a release from all the stress that built up between you both over the years. The moment you both were satisfied, you would sit and talk without arguing. It was a moment of peace between you both, practically a truce that only occurred when you were in Steve’s bedroom. Once you walked out of that room, it would go straight back to the way things were. It was a constant cycle: you would fuck, talk, and then go on pretending that you still hated each other. At least… you were pretending. You weren’t sure how Steve felt in this situation.

Did he think about you outside of his bedroom when your limbs weren’t tangled with one another? Did he ever want to hang out with you outside of fucking in his bedroom? Did he ever go to sleep dreaming of things that seemed impossible before you both became intimate with one another?

Because you did.

As you bounce on top of him, you can’t help the desire that fills you the longer you look at him. It was always there, that desire to get to know Steve in a more intimate way. You constantly thought about the what if’s and how things could’ve been different if you had been honest with your feelings in the first place.

What if instead of making an enemy out of Steve, you told him how you really felt? What if you had never decided to butt heads and constantly argue with one another? What if Steve started to care about you the same way you did with him?

What if… what if… what if…

You saw the way he would glance at you sometimes. Almost as if he had something more he wanted to say. You felt his kisses and touches become softer the more you guys fucked. Could it be possible that Steve did in fact feel the same way?

Steve snaps his hips up harder, and you can’t help the moan that escapes from your throat. As you dig your nails into his skin, your head slowly falls forward— your lips brushing against his.

The urge to kiss him was strong— to kiss him in a way that wasn’t just sexual. You wanted the kiss to mean something between you both. You wanted to know what it felt like to be able to kiss him without having to go back to hating each other mere moments after you leave.

To say you were sick of this was an understatement. It was tiring, going on pretending that things were always as they were. You always knew what your true feelings for Steve were. Hatred was never one of them, no matter what he thought. You only acted that way towards him to hide your feelings, because you couldn’t accept the fact that he might not feel the same.

So instead of kissing him, you move your face into his shoulder as you clutch onto him. You press your chest against his as you wrap your arms around him, letting yourself get lost in the closeness of him. This was the only time you could pretend to be something more— where you could pretend to know even for a moment what it might feel like to be loved by Steve Harrington.

Your hips meet Steve’s in perfect sync, and you feel that wave of pleasure rise higher and higher until finally it washes over you, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy as you cry out his name.

“Jesus— that’s it, baby. Fuckin’ come for me,” he pants, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you even closer, and keeps your hips pinned down into his as he thrusts into you.

Letting out a wanton moan, you feel Steve tense underneath you as his breaths become quicker. He groans, his cum spilling inside of you as he keeps you in place.

You soon come back down, catching your breath as you keep your hold on Steve. The only sounds filling the room now are the sounds of yours and Steve’s soft panting, and you’re left thinking about what happens next even though you don’t want to.

You’ll pull back, stare down at Steve as his cheeks stay pink and his brown eyes look back into yours.

“This was fun,” he’ll say as he moves you off of his lap.

“Yeah. Fun,” you’ll agree as he grabs you a cloth to wash away any remnants of him before you get dressed.

You’ll look back at him as he settles back into his bed after pulling his boxers on, and lights a joint as he takes a puff before offering it over to you.

“Thanks, but… I should probably go,” you’ll note, secretly wanting him to ask you to stay.

“Right, yeah,” he’ll respond instead, glancing up at you once more. “See you tomorrow?”

You’ll nod, and slowly take your leave as you will yourself not to cry at the idea of starting the cycle all over again.

“This was fun,” you hear Steve breathe out, and you feel your heart slowly begin to crack.

“…I’m sick of this,” you whisper before stopping yourself, and Steve turns his head towards you as you stay holding onto him.

“Hm? What did you say?”

Shit. He heard you.

“…I’m tired, Steve.”

“Oh… well, here. Get up and then you can leave—“

“No, I… I’m tired of this. I’m tired of this being the only way we can be civil with one another. I’m tired of hate fucking each other, and I’m tired of just…” you breathe out shakily. “I’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.”

He stays quiet, and you only pull back to look down at him. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his face was flushed, and he was so fucking gorgeous to you. Your heart aches in your chest the longer you stare at him. Steve continued to stay quiet even though Steve never stays quiet, which can only mean two things: either Steve felt the same way you were feeling, or he didn’t.

While your heart pleads for the former, you know that it’s the latter that is true.

Clearing your throat, you begin to pull away. “I’m sorry, I… I have to go.”

Steve doesn’t try to stop you when you pull away from him, not bothering to care about cleaning yourself up because all you wanted to do was get the hell away out of this room. To get the hell away from Steve and finally end this vicious cycle that has only brought more and more hurt to you.

He says your name so softly and you stop at the door, not daring to face him because you don’t want him to see the pain in your eyes.

“...Be honest with me, Steve,” you mutter, not caring if he can hear you clearly or not. “Is this just sex for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I mean have you ever thought that maybe… maybe this could be something more? That we could be something more than two people who hate fuck each other every day? Because I…”

Your throat becomes so tight that you can’t even bear to finish. You really don’t want to cry in front of Steve, but you know that if you don’t say something now, then the cycle will never end.

You turn to face him, feeling the sting in your eyes as you look upon him. He only stares at you in silence, waiting for you to continue on before deciding on whether or not to kick you out.

“...Tell me to stay,” you beg. “Tell me that you know there is more between us than just sex. Tell me that you don’t want me to leave, that you don’t want to go back to hating each other. Just tell me… tell me the truth.”

Fighting back the urge to cringe at how pathetic you sound, you instead keep your eyes trained on Steve. All you wanted was an inkling that he might care for you. All you wanted was for him to tell you that it wasn’t crazy to want something more than this. You try scanning his face for any type of hint because this silence is now starting to put you on edge. It wasn’t like Steve to not have something to say, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

With your throat heavy, you turn away from Steve with a silent vow that this was the last time you would step foot in this room. That you wouldn’t let yourself continue this way because not knowing if Steve felt the same way about you was worse than anything you could imagine.

“Stay.”

You freeze at Steve’s voice, taking a moment before you slowly turn back to face him.

“...What?”

“Stay. Stay with me. Because I’m sick of this shit, too,” he sits up, and you can just hear the tenderness in his voice, giving you a sense of hope.

Steve holds his hand out and you find the crack in your heart slowly beginning to heal. He meant it. He wanted you to stay. He wanted this to be something more, just like you did.

Breathing out shakily, you let go of the door handle that was the anchor holding you back to keep you from leaving. His gaze softens, and you catch a glimpse of relief in his eyes as you take your first step forward. As you walk over to him and take his hand, the crack in your heart is long gone, and you know now that it was the end of that cycle and the beginning of a new one.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispers, and your body obeys.

Steve pulls you into the bed with him, his eyes never once leaving yours as you both sit in a silence that isn’t as tense as before. When he pulls you into his lap once more, it’s different– it doesn’t feel the way it did before. You notice that his touch is softer this time, and that the way he whispers your name holds so much more meaning to it than it ever did before.

“How long?” He asks, and you don’t need to ask what because you already know the answer.

“Even before we started this. Before we decided that we…”

His hand comes up, cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch. The way he stares at you is familiar– it’s the way he looked as you both sat talking while in the middle of your silent truce, listening to you talk about whatever it was you thought you bored him with. Now you were left wondering just how often he looked at you like this when you weren’t paying attention.

“Me too,” he answers.

Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and press your lips to his, kissing him in the way you only ever imagined. His other arm moves around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. He returns the kiss, even deepening it as you lose yourself in his touch.

“I never hated you,” your voice comes out in a whisper against his mouth. “I never did. I could never hate you, Steve.”

“Neither could I.”

With that, you knew all the answers to the questions that have since plagued you. This time, you wouldn’t be leaving his room to pretend to have feelings you didn’t. This time, things would be different, and you would show Steve your true feelings that you’ve kept hidden from him for so long.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger thing drabble #stranger things imagine #st #joe keery

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ya-zz · 15 days

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Your writting is fantastic, i was wlnder if i could request ramattra x fem! Omnic reader who was almost killed by humans becuse i like angst

Love a good omnic reader, lets go

He should've held you back, grabbed onto your arm or something, anything. Ramattra could only stand on and watch you go down, your head making contact with the asphalt.

The taller omnic won't deny the fact you were brave, standing up for others despite being hated among humans, omnics weren't always welcome everywhere they went.

Oil leaks from the crack, a mimic of blood pooling as you lay there on the floor, optics darting around and voicebox stuttering a garbled mess of noises.

Ramattra runs towards you, instantly kneeling down over your body as he holds you within his arms.

"Stay with me." He speaks softly, fingers tracing over your faceplate, oil marks dragging down the metal. "I cannot lose you, too."

You try to speak but nothing coherent comes out.

"It is okay. Shh." He hums softly, pulling you close to his body. He notices the dimming of lights of your forehead. "No... Stay with me."

When the lights went dark, his grip tightens on you and all he sees is red.

It took him a few days but he finally managed to switch you back on. Your systems were intact and it was like nothing had changed.

He was still working on repairing your vocaliser, but your arms that wrapped around his neck were all the reassurance he needed to know that you were thankful.

"I am just glad to have you back..."

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra drabble #yazzfics

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spicyvampire · 1 year

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You know watching anything I tend to avoid drama and angst because I'm so used to half assed bullshit miscommunication and bad writting, and yet I'm all over alanwen, that shit was the single most satisfying relationship story that ended I've ever seen, all the complexity of the humans relationship, the things we put up with a certain moments of time because we are in love that becomes the annoying shit that we hate when the love is gone? The holding onto this love because we still care and deep down we aren't sure we want it to end? The incredulity of been left when you are still in love with the person, truly just masterfull writing acting and directing, I'm speechless, if all dramas looked like that maybe I'd be more into shows that are exclusively drama and character driven really

#moonlight chicken #did that make sense i didn't reread it

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plasmasimagination · 1 year

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One last kiss

A/n i wrote this as A goodbye, I've been a scaramouche simp and fan for a lot of time but all things come to an end I guess this too. Ive moved on on other games and other character *cough* danganronpa *cough*

Anyways good bye my scaramouche

-Angst (it's my first time writting Angst so don't eat me)

...

...when you told him that you need to talk, he didnt know what was gonna happend. He was just assuming you were gonna tell him something about work but what hit him instead was so much worse.

You were standing there, your eyes were empty, no emotions. He never saw you in this state it made his stomach turn around.

You opened your mouth to finally say something, but nothing came out. Your eyes filled with despair, you felt tears forming I nthe edges of your eyes, what is this feeling... Could It be saddens? Was it pity? Maybe something else, you didn't know and maybe you just didn't want to know... The silence in the room made it awkward, he was trying to catch your eyes, he was seeking for an answer. Finally, he decided to break the silence, "just spit it out idio-" he there was interrupted by you, you snapped, you couldn't do this anymore "I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE" you yelled out your voice cracking midway thru the sentence. He was frozen, he didnt understand what you were saying, or he did but just didn't want it to be true. You sighed, there is no going back you said what you said, now you gotta finish. "I can't do this life anymore, you've been nothing but mean and cold towards me, I do not want to continue walking on eggshells just to see if you are in a bad mood and if you're gonna yell at me" you stopped for a split second, your eyes were teary "I dont wanna feel unloved in my own relationship, this doesn't make sense I know your just using me for the entertainment or just for information" his eyes widened at what you just said, but he didn't bare a word, just silence. "I loved you really but my feelings changed, I don't hate you, I never will but I won't be able to love you the way I did ever again". You finished crying, you wiped your tears and started walking towards the door. He was to stun to speak or at that metter do anything. Your words were engraved in his head, everything was turning and spinning he felt sick, he knew he was the problem you had the right to be mad at him. But he thought he could trust you, he put all his fate into you. He accepted your decision, but he will make sure to lock his heart away forever, no one will ever do this to him, no one will ever get close to him like you did. You will be his first and last lover. He Brough his hand up to his face, watery tears running down his hand. He hasn't cried in centuries, he found himself weak and he was furious with himself. This won't repeat, ever again.

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curseofhecate · 1 year

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I never was the best to you

Sirius Black x Female!Reader, Subtle Remus Lupin x Female!Reader.

In which you and Sirius break up and you realise you were never the best to him.

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tw: angst, depression, not eating, suicidal thoughts (kind of), my shitty writting.

This imagine is based off of the song 'Best' by Gracie Abrams. I'm going to be honest 'Good Riddance' destroyed what was left of my mental health. Also this is my first attempt writting something so sorry if it sucks (because I'm pretty sure it does).

The first week after things between me and him ended wasn't easy. I didn't have the energy to get out of bed, the thought only exhausted me. I skipped most of the day's meals, not only becasue I didn't have an appetite but I wanted to avoid him at all costs. Which meant avoiding the Great Hall and being absent from both breakfats and dinner.

Lily would offer bring food in my dorm for me after dinner.

I knew she was worried about me. Both her and the Marauders, minus Sirius of course, had made many fruitless attempts to get me to do something productive, or do anything at all. James went as far as saying I could borrow his invisibility cloak, which was his most prized possesion, so that I could walk around the castle without him noticing.

Remus offered to take me to 'The Three Broomsticks' on a Saturday afternoon, which was by far their busiest day, even though he hated crowded places. Lilly cancelled her date with James just so me and her, along with Marlene, Dorcas and Mary, who also ditched their plans for me, could hang out all day. "Think of it as an 'Only Girls’ day. No boys allowed" she had said.

I had turned every single one of their offers down.

I must really have sucked at being a friend back then.

They gave me many chances to move on and to forget, to feel alive again. But I felt like I couldn't let go of him just yet so I decided to stay dead, let the days pass without a meaning in them. It was too soon.

The one time Lily managed to get me out of bed that week was on a gloomy Thursday afternoon, when she walked with me to the Great Hall for dinner. I was relieved when I took notice of Sirius' absence. I wasn't sure I could face him yet.

But it wasn't ten minutes later when Sirius walked into the Great Hall with a dark haired Ravenclaw, who was laughing over something he had said moments ago, holding his hand. My heart only broke into tinier of pieces at the sight, ones that I thought I wouldn't be able to restore.

The boy stopped, kissing the girl on the lips before they parted her going to sit by her friends at the Ravenclaw table while he headed our way. Only when he turned his head to scan the table for the rest of the Marauders did he notice me.

His expression didn't flicker, that silly smile still lingering on his face. That silly smile I grew to love, only to hate later on. He walked over to us and sat next to Prongs, who happened to be sitting across from me.

He sighed and started filling his plate with food before eating. I stayed there frozen. How could he have gotten over us in such a short time. It was like I never meant anything to him. But even if I did back then, I clearly don't now.

So I sat there, looking at him casually conversing with Oliver, the Gryffindor boy in our year who happened to sit next to him. We were so close, yet so far apart.

I regretted not listening to Lily telling me not to fall in love with him back then, because it would end up with my heart broken. I regretted the memories I made with him, I regretted that he was most, if not all, of my firsts. I regretted him.

He was the worst of my crimes. The one that caused me such pain that if I could turn back time, I'd never commit.

Remus, who seemed to notice my discomfort, placed a hand on my thigh softly as if he wanted to tell me 'It's okay, I'm here for you, still'. The subtle move had me melting. Why couldn't Sirius be more like his friend?

Then the Ravenclaw girl from earlier came over. She took Oliver's seat next to Sirius and interlocked their hands. Valerie, she introduced herself. She was in the year below us and seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that it hadn't even been a full week since me and Sirius had broken up.

I told her my name, for I didn't her to think I had anything against her. Anything at all. It didn't matter that the boy I loved most had left me just to get with her a few days later.

Deep down I wanted to scream.

Instead I sat silently, Remus' hand still on my thigh, watching the two interact. And at that moment I waved goodbye to all the versions of myself I was when he was still with me. 'Good Riddance'.

Looking back, I an see why things took such a turn. I was never good enough for him, let alone the best. And I would never be, no matter how much I tried.

I would lie to him constantly. I'd tell him I was alright, even when I was clearly struggling. I kept my problems to myself, not daring to let him completely in, fearing he would leave me if he saw how bad things actually were.

I felt like I had to make up a completely different version of my life, like I had to hide all my flaws and struggles. I felt like I had to create this perfect image for him to love me.

I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help but keep lying to him. It was like a little strange addiction of mine.

Even when I completely isolated myself he'd try to stay, he'd try to help me. He might not have known what I was going through at the moment but he still tried to be supportive and made sure it was known to me that he cared.

And even though I knew he was there for me, I still passed him away and built countless of walls around me so I could keep my struggles secret. So I would still be perfect in his eyes, when in truth everything was falling apart.

He had every right to leave. He could have anyone he wanted, he of course wouldn't want to stay with someone who was drowning in their own thoughts. He could be with someone so much better than me, so much prettier than me, someone so much smarter. Someone like Valerie.

I never was the best to him.

So why would he stay with me?

We were so different; it is even surprising how we got together in the first place. He was loud and brave, and always voiced out his thoughts. I was quiet and shy, and afraid of almost everything. The dark, thunders, growing up, making decisions.

I feel terrible because I gave such gravity to so little things that didn't matter at all. He was struggling too, with his family and his brother but instead of helping him through his problems I neglected him. Focusing on my own demons.

That's what I regret, most of all. That I didn't care enough for him, or at least I didn't show it.

If I could, I would change every little thing about the way I handled it.

He let me in. He trusted me with his struggles and his fears, he let me see the sensitive side of him. He let himself break down in front of me, he let me see him in a vulnerable position. He gave me the best of himself, never hiding anything from me.

It wass my fault, it was all my fault and I'd never let myself forget this.

But he moved on. He healed and kept going like we never existed while I was still right where he had left me. I was losing every last bit of self control I had, my grip on reality slipping. I was building so many walls around me that it was suffocating.

But I deserved it. I deserved it all. For what I did to him.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone would be better off without me. Maybe if I wasn't there the Marauders and the girls wouldn't have to worry about me. My parents wouldn't have to be disappointed in their child. My teachers wouldn't worry about my well being, that seemed to have taken a toll on my grades. Sirius wouldn’t have felt neglected once again by a person he loved.

Sometimes I just wish I could end it.

It would be okay if I didn't exist in the first place. But if I left now, the only thing I would achieve was to wound the ones that still cared. And I couldn't bring myself to do that.

So I stayed.

And things eventually got better.

I still regret it.

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You're Losing Me

(Mother Miranda x Reader)

*image creds to the owner

Word count: 1.255

song: You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift

ps: i've been trying this new way of writting my stories, i have the ideas but i still cant put it all in one story, so i'm connecting it to the song lyrics, just to get it out yk.

ps2: angst

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You say: I don't understand, and I say: I know you don't

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Miranda had come back to the cabin after spending a week inside the lab. She expected to see you waiting on the couch but you were nowhere to be found inside the house.

It was three in the morning, way past the time you usually went to sleep. You considered waiting for her, at least during the first two days.

Miranda found you sitting outside, she sighed and sat beside you.

"You're late." You stated, keeping your eyes closed in a relaxed position.

She shrugged. "I had much to do."

You huffed. "I'm sleeping in my room, alone."

Miranda furrowed her eyebrows and looked at you. "I don't understand."

You sighed. "I know."

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Miranda stayed around for a couple days before diving into work again. You became used to it, the silence, the loneliness.

You would spend hours sitting in your shared room, remembering how long it took to decorate since you had different tastes. Remembering how the morning sun would always give the woman a holy aura.

You missed her.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired, even for a phoenix

Always rising from the ashes

Mending all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

This time the priestess came back during the morning, but only for a few minutes. She had forgotten one of her notes for the meeting with Alcina.

You reassured her it was fine, you were fine, she could go, you could talk later, it's okay.

She just never noticed you.

Stop, you're losing me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losing me

You'd rarely see her now. She was either busy with experiments or in another meeting with one of the Lords.

You started to hate the cabin, you would walk around the woods (the lycans were smart enough to not bother you), sometimes you'd even accompany Duke during his sales.

Miranda only noticed when you weren't there once she arrived, but didn't pay much thought into it.

Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

You started to sleep less, to match her schedule.

You were exhausted, everyday you tried something new, anything to have just a moment with her.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

You had woken up to Miranda looking for something in the drawers, waiting for her to find it in order to speak.

You sat on the bed, facing her. "Mira, it's one a.m, can you stay? Just this one time, please."

She looked at you, hesitantly. "I apologize for waking you, but this is urgent. I'll be back, wait for me. Okay?"

You weakly nodded and she left without another word.

How long could we be a sad song?

Till we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Miranda was stressed after the service at the village, and you were faithfully listening to every single complaint she was making. You dutifully supported her, just like all the other times she returns with a list of complaints big enough to write a book.

You accepted when she wanted to go over to Donna's for tea, even tho the priestess claimed you couldn't join because the dollmaker didn't like strangers.

Sometimes you still tried to prove that you could be there for her, but the woman never listened.

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (you're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

Miranda stared at you in confusion. "You don't even like crows."

"But you do, this can be a group project, they become bearable when you're around." You responded, with a pleading smile.

She took a deep breath. "Sure, maybe next month."

You rolled your eyes. "I've got nothing to do right now, can't you fit this in your schedule?"

The priestess shook her head. "I have more important matters to attend to. We'll do this when I'm done, okay? Just wait a bit more."

And again, you nodded and she left.

And I'm fading, thinking

Do something, babe, say something (say something)

Lose something, babe, risk something (you're losing me)

Choose something, babe, I got nothing (I got nothing)

To believe, unless you're choosing me

You stood next to the door with your bag next to you. Duke had kindly offered to take you on one of his trips, you accepted of course, now you just had to tell Miranda.

Part of you wanted to just leave a letter, giving her the same consideration she has given you, but you couldn't. So now you were waiting.

When she arrived, the first thing to be said was "I'm really tired right now, we can talk tomorrow."

You were righteously annoyed, so you took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm leaving."

Miranda stopped before the stairs and turned around. "What do you mean by leaving?"

You nervously bit your lips. "Duke invited me to travel, I said yes."

She chuckled. "No."

You arched a brow. "I'm going Miranda, I just wanted to let you know."

Her smile turned into a frown. "When are you coming back?"

You laughed. "Really? That's what you're asking?"

"What do you want me to say?" She asked, slightly annoyed.

"Ask me to stay! Why is it so hard?"

"If you want to stay, why are you leaving?"

You put your hands in your head, trying not to cry out of anger mixed with sadness. "I just want you to care."

She sighed and walked towards you. "I care, why don't we talk about this later? We can unpack your bag, I'll even tell the Duke you reconsidered."

Tears were sliding down your face, which she was carefully wiping with her fingers. "We're not gonna talk, we never do."

Miranda nodded and pulled you in a hug. "I know, I've just been very busy lately. You understand, right?"

You nodded, weakly, hugging her tight.

She smiled, faintly. "Good. Let's go back up, it'll be over soon, you just have to wait."

You gently separated from the hug and looked her in the eyes. "I need time."

Miranda frowned. "You don't need to leave for that."

You smiled, weakly. "I know, but I want to."

The woman looked at you with furrowed brows and a frown, but still nodded. "Will you come back?"

"I don't know."

You're losing me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losing me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

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