#I know what she'll say and I know the spirit will come

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

The Price Of Not Winning - Max Verstappen

Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Request from anon - Dark fic! Max smut with corporate / bts employee who butts head with him often. He loses a race due to her and is out for blood after the race.

Warnings/themes: Smut (rough/hate sex, choking, head-pushing, orgasm denial), abuse of power in the workplace, degradation

No part 2 requests please

It didn't make sense.

Sure Max had argued it but all the other strategists agreed, her strategy should've given him the win.

"It's alright, y/n. We all have a bad day." Another strategist states though he's wincing patting her back because they all know that the golden boy reigning champion argued the strategy wouldn't work.

And it didn't.

It's y/n's fault.

Something Max surely won't be letting her forget, especially since it ended with him P6. Not even the top 5.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Y/n wheezes as they sit down awaiting Max for the debrief.

"He seems in good spirits for media." One of the other strategists states while GP sits down silently which means one thing. That his driver is going to be a storm.

By the time Max appears, y/n feels like she's almost trembling but the moment he opens his mouth looking directly at her.

"I don't want y/n on my strategy again." Max states making Christian, GP and everyone else look at her. The fearful expression turning to one of angry very quickly.

"I have given you one bad strategy-for which I am sorry. But I have given you dozens of race winning strategies." Y/n reminds him through gritted teeth.

"One too many bad strategies."

"As if you've never fucked up a race on your own."

"Enough." Christian calls snapping them out their back and forth. "We're done. Everyone get out of here. We'll regroup at base before the next race when everyone has calmed down."

The room can't exit quick enough, including GP and Christian, but Max makes a b-line to y/n, his hand catching her throat while he body blocks the view from any prying eyes.

"You lost me that race and you'll pay for that."

Y/n couldn't talk if she wanted to, her body is frozen in fear of his actions and the fact his hand is currently very tightly around her throat. But it's when his thumb strokes over her thumping pulse.

"You'll be lucky if I don't have your job for what you did today." Max states before releasing her and leaving the room making her let out her breath she'd been forced to hold.

-

Y/n sighs walking into her room and pressing her forehead against the back of the door as it clicks closed.

"Fucking stupid." Y/n grumbles to herself.

"I agree." Max states making her jump and spin. "I decided I'm not done with you."

Y/n is torn between outrage and terrified. How the hell did he even get in her room?

"Come here, y/n." Max instructs but she certainly isn't being bossed about. "If you want to prove that you're not completely useless in the team, then you want to do as I say right now."

Y/n wants to argue that Max simply doesn't have that power and that he's out of his mind if he thinks she'll do anything he says. But y/n also knows that Max is well within the power of leaving her unemployed by the end of the day if he just so wishes.

So she walks over and the moment she's is in front of him there's a look on his face that tells her he might've lost the race. But he's winning the war between them.

"You have a problem not know when to open your mouth and when to keep it closed. So I want you on your knees and you're going to get the true taste of a champion."

"Your dick is not going anywhere near my mouth."

"You don't really have much of an option, do you?" Max questions reminding her of what she has to lose. Pride or her job. But what does she value more.

There's other jobs. Facing Max every day knowing he's touched her like that is going to bruise the pride.

But could it bruise it anymore than today?

Y/n swallows dropping to her knees and reaching for his shorts since he seems to be in workout gear. Even before she's pulled it out the size is intimidating.

"If you want to fuck me, next time just say so." Y/n comments earning a smirk.

"I didn't even have to say it directly for you to do it...so clearly I don't need to say so. Now put that mouth to what I'm sure is it's one worthwhile use." Max instructs making her jaw shift before she pulls him out, suddenly wishing her mouth wasn't so dry.

He does let her ease herself into it, her tongue soft against the tip before she slides his dick into her mouth but after a while of her own speed, Max proves that the track isn't the only place her prefers things to go at a faster pace.

She feels him gather her hair surprisingly gently but that's when his softness ends and she feels his hand pushing himself down her throat as if she has no limit. Something she very much does, but by this point fighting it is pointless and she hates that the manhandling is very effectively turning her on. Though she's not sure that's his intention.

Eventually he pulls her back making her scalp burn a little from the pull. But at least she can breathe more than half a breath.

"You didn't..." Y/n mumbles before seeing his hand hold out to her which she takes with an untrusting frown.

"No, I want the real thing if I'm going to finish where I want-unless you want to ruin that too?"

Y/n doesn't hide the glare as he undoes her trousers and leaves them sliding down her legs till they're pooling at her feet while he pulls her top off over her head. She forward before kneeling over him, straddling him. Hovering over his dick as he holds it, teasing her with it and making her face hot as she twitches from the feel.

"Fuck." Y/n whimpers finally sliding down on him.

Similarly to giving him head, she controls the pace and depth before finding him taking control when he throws her down on the sofa so he's on top and y/n is actually certain the man must just be a perfectionist with everything because his ability to locate her g-spot once he's in control is scary.

She's also pretty certain he's rearranging some organs from the sheer speed and depth he's going at. And while she'd like to deny any of this feel good because Max is a twat with the personality of a bull. She's not sure she's ever had sex this good.

"Fuck, don't stop. Please."

She's so close that when she feels a few more thrust and then him pull out, she's about to scream when she feels his cum coat her tummy and and she pants about ready to cry. She might actually cry, she's never felt so empty and actually maybe betrayed.

"You-"

"I didn't let you finish. That's a privilege you get when I've won the next race." Max states then sighing as his fingers tease her twitching, puffy hole that is contract around the memory of him but deprived of the climax she's so desperate for. "Remember this feeling next time you are actually trusted with making the call for strategy."

Y/n is silent watching Max redress and stand up, though he pauses looking down at her, naked and with his cum still pooled on her skin before running his finger through the warm cum and poking it into her slightly open mouth from her still panting to catch her breath. She salty flavour on her tongue making her obediently suck it from his finger before she moves back.

Then in a nightmare-ish moment.

He suddenly has his phone out and is snapping some pictures of her.

"I'll see you at the next race."

Y/n swallows not looking as he walks out, the door clicking closed before she finally realises what just happened.

And how badly she needs it to happen again. Only possibly with an orgasm in the end and not just a shower of his cum onto her skin while she twitches and aches with a need for him to come back and do it until she's a mess of putty in his hands.

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[rinkkuma]

୨୧ ATTENTION

you got me looking for attention!

ft. satoru gojo

tags. gn!reader, all fluff ! just satoru wanting your attention after you're giving your attention to a new cat the two of you adopted. / author's note. lyrics taken from the song, attention by newjeans. i chose the cat name bambi because there's this cat on instagram named bambi that i follow and she is the cutest cat ever omfg!!

satoru stares at the new cat that the two of you adopted, like it's the most evil cursed spirit he's encountered.

your cat bambi, has seemingly noticed his intense gaze and stares back at him with the same intent. satoru might be going crazy, but is bambi perhaps smirking? you, on the other hand have not noticed the two of them having a stare off and continue petting bambi while you mindlessly scroll on your phone on the couch.

after another 5 minutes of the two staring each other down, satoru finally breaks and sighs loudly. you, being used to his loud, dramatic sighs, mumble a “what?” before you finally look up at him.

satoru looks at you and then bambi, and stays silent before saying something incoherent. he even seems a little embarrassed and sulks afterwards.

“what? say that again, satoru. couldn't hear you.” you murmur as you continue to pet bambi.

“stop giving bambi all your attention and cuddle with me.” satoru mumbles, but it's not clear enough that you still can't hear him.

“still can't hear you, satoru.”

satoru thought steam was going to start coming out of his ears as bambi kept staring at him with a smug look. and how silly would you think he was for getting jealous of a cat?

he sighs before clearing his throat. “please stop giving all your attention to bambi and pay attention to me.” he quickly says it, but it's clear enough for you to finally understand what he's been trying to say.

you laugh for a second before quickly holding it in. “s-satoru. are you jealous that i've let bambi lay all over me since we've got her?” you chuckle, trying your best to not laugh.

satoru groans before walking over to you and grabbing bambi off your lap before plopping down next to you and pulling you onto him.

“no. ‘ts just.. you know. i'm your boyfriend, and some cat should not be taking your attention away from me.” he smirks victoriously as he looks at bambi, who is now on the ground, glaring at him. she lets out a meow that sounded like it had some sass hinted in it.

you let out the laughs you've been holding in as you lean into his touch. “as much as i love bambi, she will never take away my attention from you.”

“hey! don't laugh at me. and it's bambi's fault, not yours. she does not seem to like me at all. she scratched me on the first day we got her!” satoru shows off the microscopic scratch that bambi gave him on the first day that's almost healed, but you agree with him nonetheless.

“okay, true. but maybe it'll just take time for her to like you. good things take time, they say.” you laugh.

“i guess. but i feel like she's the dramatic type. you know, keeping first impressions in mind and keeping grudges. i didn't even do anything to her.” satoru mumbles the last part, but due to bambi's excellent hearing, she whipped her head to look at him as she hissed.

satoru gasps. “see! she understood what i said and hissed at me. we should've got that white cat instead.” the two of them seemingly having another stare down.

“she'll warm up to you in a few weeks. she just liked me from the start because ‘m cooler.” you chuckle as bambi jumps back onto your lap, not liking all the attention you're giving to satoru.

“she's even barging into our conversation. leave, buddy.” satoru sits up and grabs bambi off your lap before laughing triumphantly.

“you two are literally beefing for no reason.” you sigh and shake your head as you lightly punch his shoulder.

“it's reasonable! we all know that i'll be the one to have your attention more anyway.” satoru chuckles.

“unfortunately, you do.”

the two of you end up falling asleep on the couch, and when you wake up, bambi is cuddled between the two of you, like she magically warmed up to satoru overnight.

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[talesofesther]

love the way you love me

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: You navigate through a relationship with Wednesday, slowly discovering the tenderness of her love.

A/N: This is a valentine's day special. It's not even valentine's day where I live but Tumblr got me in the mood for it, so I wrote one of the most heartfelt stories I've ever done I think. Soft!Wednesday because I said so. <3

Masterlist

"Wednesday," you gasp. It falls on deaf ears.

Your eyes are closed. You can feel surprisingly warm hands sneaking under your shirt, lightly clawing at the skin there.

"Wednesday," you try again, the words are muffled against burgundy lips.

Your hands can't help but bury themselves in silky black hair.

She's addictive. She'll be the death of you.

And she's going to love every minute of it.

"You talk too much," Wednesday whispers against your mouth, her lips brushing yours.

You kiss the words, causing your nose to bump into hers before you pull away, "Weems will have my head if I'm late again today because of you."

If you try to tell this secret to anyone, they won't believe you. In some sense, you love it. She feels yours to keep, only yours.

She pulls back, hazy dark eyes piercing into your soul. All lightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She's divine.

"A well-worth sacrifice, don't you think?" Wednesday ducks her head, partly hiding herself behind her bangs after she says it.

A year ago, when she first stepped foot in Nevermore, she promised she wouldn't get attached or fall in love.

For a little over two months, her growing feelings for you have been proving her wrong.

Hidden behind closed doors and dark corners, you managed to get her cold heart beating harder than ever.

She despises it, and at the same time, can't get enough of it.

You bring a hand up, your thumb brushing away the smudged lipstick on the corner of Wednesday's lips.

She leans the tiniest bit toward your touch against her own volition, her nails making half-moons on your skin.

"You're a bad influence on me, Addams."

You can feel the shape of her smirk under your fingertips.

"It's what I do best."

—

Once a year, Nevermore's hallways gain a burst of color to them. What usually is all dark wood and grey stones, takes on extra shades of pink and crimson red; paper hearts are stuck to the walls and roses cover the gardens of the school. All in time to strike a cupid's arrow through the student's hearts for valentine's day.

You walk beside Bianca on the quad, smiling softly at the pink ribbons that decorate the outside area.

"I think I already regret offering to help with the roses," Bianca complains with a huff, "valentine's day is only tomorrow and we already have more than one hundred of them to deliver."

Her frustration makes you chuckle, an 'I told you so' lingers on your tongue yet you refrain from saying it. "Look on the bright side, you're helping to spread the spirit of love," you tease.

The siren scoffs. She comes to a stop in front of a red table, 'Nevermore's roses' is written on the bulletin board just above it in cut-out pink letters.

It's a tradition as much as it is a popularity contest in the school. Every year, students would send their crushes a red rose; some are bold enough to write a note declaring their love, some prefer to remain anonymous.

Bianca received more than ten roses last year. You got one, but Enid's proud smile had let you know it was just her attempting to soothe your heart; not a secret admirer.

"When are you gonna tell me to deliver your rose?" It's Bianca's turn to tease you, a grin playing on her glossy lips.

"Not today, that's for sure," you cross your arms over your chest, gaze skimming over the quad until it lands on a certain Addams girl; she's glaring at the colorful ribbons that adorn the walls as if they just committed unspeakable crimes.

You find yourself unwillingly smiling just at the sight of her.

Bianca catches your staring, she leans in closer to your ear, "I bet she would swoon."

You push her away, giggles escaping your lips and heat coming to your cheeks, "shut up."

Bianca joins in on your laughter, both of you unaware of watchful dark eyes on you from the other side of the quad.

—

It's in times like these, that Wednesday realizes that you've softened her.

Her pinkie is hooked with yours. You gently swing your joined hands back and forth. Your eyes are mostly focused on the sky, on the trees of the park, or on the buildings you see as you walk through Jericho's streets.

You drag Wednesday with you when you bend down to pat a dog or walk a little quicker to point out a pretty bird. No matter what, you don't let go of her.

Wednesday should be annoyed. In the beginning, she wanted to be. But she's not, and as the days go by, she's made her peace with the fact that you have the power to soften her.

She has never craved someone's presence, until she had a taste of yours. It's something Wednesday will take to the grave with her, but she secretly cherishes these little moments.

You end up stopping at the Weathervane for coffee as a light drizzle starts falling outside.

You sit down at the booth first, and Wednesday hesitates for a beat before deciding to sit beside you and not in front of you.

She orders coffee. You order hot chocolate. It's peaceful.

After you take the first sip, Wednesday feels your pointer finger tapping her thigh, and maybe that's why you're her exception. You don't push, you don't force, you're willing to love her the way she likes to be loved.

And no one can love Wednesday the way that you do.

It's new, and her chest still tightens in anticipation; but Wednesday turns her hand anyway, palm up, telling you it's okay.

Your fingers thread between hers, intertwining your hands together in a tender grip. Your thumb brushes her skin, and you lift her hand to your lips, placing a feather-like kiss on her knuckles.

Wednesday feels the warmth of your breath.

She loves to be loved by you.

When Wednesday is just a sip away from finishing her coffee, she finally breaks the silence; "what were you and Bianca talking about earlier?"

"Hm?" You turn to look at her, not sure what she's referring to.

Wednesday gulps down the remains of the bitterness of coffee still on her tongue, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable under your gaze. "Today in the quad, you were laughing."

"Oh," you recall with a faint smile, "it was nothing, we were just talking about the valentine's day tradition."

Right. Wednesday furrows her brows in thought, subconsciously squeezing your hand. That ridiculous tradition.

She never cared for it. Valentine's day was pathetic in her eyes and any traditions that came with it usually made her sick to her stomach.

But this year there's a break in the pattern. You.

"Do you care for it?" Wednesday finds herself asking.

"Valentine's day?" You purse your lips, shaking your head softly, "kinda? Not much. Bianca does though, and she thinks I should too."

Wednesday inhales sharply, you see her blinking a couple of times. Too many emotions swim behind her eyes for you to put a finger in any of them.

She can be fragile sometimes. It's rare, but it happens. She's been hurt once, the fear still lingers like a poorly healed scar. You think that's the reason why whatever you are to each other, doesn't have a name yet.

—

It's that look in Wednesday's eyes that makes you sneak out the night before valentine's day. You don't care about labels, but you do care that Wednesday knows what she means to you.

You find yourself going to the greenhouse, praying to every higher entity that no one sees you or Weems would never let you live this down. You rummage through the many rows of plants for the one that always reminds you of the raven-haired girl.

Next, you find Bianca, she opens her dorm room door for you with an annoyed tilt to her brows. She's in her pajamas and was clearly ready to go to bed. But this can't wait.

"Sorry," you utter quietly, sweaty hands tight around your flower, "but I think you were right."

Bianca's gaze shifts from you to the flower you're holding; Wednesday's name is tied around it with a black ribbon and hurried writing on paper so it doesn't get mixed up when the students go to deliver all the anonymous roses at the end of class. A knowing smirk comes to Bianca's lips as she rolls her eyes endearingly.

"Though, I think this one would be more fitting," you can feel heat coming up to your cheeks as you extend the flower to her.

It'll break the tradition, but she's worth it.

—

The next morning couldn't have dawned soon enough. It should be a day like any other, but you can't help the fluttery on your chest as you skip down the stairs of your dorm.

Wednesday is waiting for you just beside the doors that lead to the quad, in your own little private space, just shy of meeting the curious eyes of your peers. Her hands are buried in her pockets as she leans on the wall, her leather backpack resting by her feet. She straightens her posture when her eyes find yours.

You think she feels it too, the shift in the mood.

You stop in front of her, taking in her neatly made braids, the tie that's just a little loose around her neck, and her big doe eyes. Your fingers itch to hold her. "Hi Wednesday," you breathe in adoration.

The corner of Wednesday's lips tilt up in the ghost of a smile, her nimble fingers reach out to hold your jaw so she can press a gentle kiss to your lips.

Contrary to what others might think, her love is always tender. Your hands find her waist, tugging her body closer to yours in an embrace as you reciprocate her affection by pressing your lips firmly to hers; and you feel her melt against you.

And it's in the way that you are able to strip her of her defenses, that Wednesday sees her lingering piece of hesitance; the reason she avoids naming what you have together. Saying things out loud means making them real.

If she tells you just what you do to her, she's allowing you to break her if you ever leave.

But maybe you'll prove her wrong on that too, and she hates to admit that part of her longs for it.

—

It's after lunch that Wednesday seeks you out again, a bit of urgency tugging at her heartstrings quickens her steps.

She's able to hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she has a staring contest with the door that leads to your room. Her skin is hot and prickly under her clothes because of how fast she walked, or maybe it's because of what she's thinking about doing.

Three soft knocks sound on your door, and she waits with bated breath.

You turn the doorknob to see Wednesday on the other side, she has one hand behind her back and the other holds a Black Dahlia; the one you choose.

You bite back a smile.

"Bianca delivered this to me after class," Wednesday tells you, raising a brow, "told me to be nice."

Her tone gets you chuckling, "for the record, I didn't ask her to say that," you tell her.

Wednesday hesitates — she seems to do that a lot around you — her lips hovering before any words come out. The orange light of the hallway is casting a golden glow on her. "So it was you?"

You nod timidly, gesturing for her to come in. When she does, you close the door to your dorm, and the familiar bubble of intimacy finally settles around you.

"I know you don't care about today," you start, your hands already slick with perspiration. "But I wanted you to know how I feel anyway."

Wednesday catches the hidden words in the way you're looking at her; the 'you're it for me, it's you and no one else' that goes unsaid.

No one has ever looked at her the way that you do.

A beat passes, a beat where, for the first time, she hopes you can see what she doesn't say too. Because what Wednesday feels for you, she doesn't feel for anyone else.

She stiffly extends her hand to you — the one that's been behind her back since she arrived — holding out a little sunflower for you to take. She refuses to meet your eyes, her usually pale cheeks and the tip of her ears now burning a soft shade of pink.

Wednesday clears her throat, clearly bothered that you're not taking the flower and she has to say it; "I don't need other people to deliver mine."

Your heart melts. You both broke tradition.

Gentle as ever, you take the flower from her, your eyes crinkling on the sides because of your smile. You bring it to your nose to feel the perfume, humming appreciatively.

You take a step closer to her, your socked feet bumping her boots. You hear the catch on her breath when you push aside a few strands of her fringe, your fingers lingering on her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're growing soft, Wednesday Addams," you had to tease.

A glare is thrown your way, her features hardening the slightest bit. It gets you smiling more, you lean up to plant a kiss on her forehead and delight in the fact that she tries to follow when you pull away. "Thank you," you whisper.

Just say it. Wednesday urges herself, shooting down her ego and the unpleasing twist in her stomach at the prospect of voicing her wishes. She grasps your free hand with hers then.

"I would-" the words feel heavy on Wednesday's tongue, but she forces them out before any second thoughts could take them from her;

"I'd like to call you mine… If you'd like to call me yours too?"

And now you're just looking at her wide-eyed, your grip on her hand becoming slack. You're not speaking, you're not moving. Wednesday doubts you're even breathing.

She shifts uncomfortably in her stance, feeling smaller by the second under your eyes. It's unnerving.

"You don't want this," Wednesday mumbles, and she despises the way her voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.

In the same heartbeat, you finally answer; "I want this," your hold on her hand returns and you tug her closer still, "I really do."

Wednesday blinks a couple of times until her eyes can find a place to focus on your face. She gulps; "don't make me regret it." It's supposed to be a threat, but it sounds more like a plea.

Your forehead rests against hers, her fringe tickling your skin as you feel her soft breathing ghost over your lips.

"I would never."

Wednesday feels more than hears your words over her lips. And she believes you.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keep me motivated to continue posting here, so I'd appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3

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[abbyonmars]

gf!abby hcs xmas edishhh ♥ wlw

hi!!!! im back

sorry if the title is hard to read i was feeling festive: 'gf!abby hcs xmas edish' short for edition hahaha hahahaha haha ha

✧ ˚ ���· 　　 . sfw.... i think

one day after gf!abby came home from patrol, she walked into your shared apartment one day, only to have walked in on you preparing a stocking with her name on it. it made her feel so touched — since she was a girl, she'd always secretly dreamed for a day where she would be shown as much love as she was worth. safe to say this brought her to tears.

you didn't even notice her initially since you were facing the fireplace, stocking in hand, with your back to the door where she entered. you were softly humming some obsolete christmas song as you picked a variety of small and delicately wrapped presents from the mantel, placing them each carefully into the stocking.

she just stood there and stared at you. it was as if she was frozen, shoes glued to the floor. not to mention the shock on her face — soft lips agape, slowly widening eyes and a gentle flush that eventually covered her freckled cheeks. it was the sight of you making time for her that did it. you had thought about her, her happiness, your love, and you made an effort for her, which was something she wasn't so used to; eventually you noticed her tearful presence behind you once you heard a tiny sniffle that made your heart jump in surprise.

"abby, baby," you cooed, immediately hooking the stocking onto the mantel. you rushed over, cupping her slightly dampened cheeks in your hands, wiping her tears away with your thumbs. "are you crying? what's wrong?"

"oh.. i - n-nothing," she chuckled, sniffing once more, "i just - never thought anyone would love me this much to actually make me a stocking."

gf!abby loves to cuddle you by the fireplace — she likes to have you close and in between her legs with your back to her chest, tracing absentminded circles into your skin with her thumb as you read her a book or talk to her about your day. although, she's not really listening; she pays more heed to the glow of your skin by the fire, or the way your voice sounds when you talk. maybe specific ways in which you enunciate each word, or how passionate you sound when you speak. either way, her mind is immersed in the way you are and your person as a whole — she feels so lucky to have you by her side.

gf!abby was never really up for christmas traditions as a whole until she met you. you happened to bring the light and spirit into her eyes, and she now finds herself looking forward to each year where you'd put up the tree together, bake cookies together, kiss under the mistletoe — even to matching ugly christmas sweaters with you. whatever you want to do, she'll do for you, eventually coming to warm up to the annual routine.

gf!abby likes to bake with you in particular — she's a huge sucker for hugging you from behind, using fatuous excuses that she's helping you mix your batter, or that there's something in a top cupboard that happens to be right above you, all in effort just to tease you.

but once those baked goods in the oven, you know she'll be right behind you. once you're bent over to close the oven door, she likes to creep her hands onto each side of your hips, hooking her fingers around the hem of your matching pyjama pants to guide your ass perfectly into her crotch, which earns a low, quiet chuckle from her smartass once she hears you whine. done more or less to tease you, but also because she literally can never keep her hands off you.

once you rise, your back presses directly into her chest and the intimacy radiates profusely between you two as you sway together. her head dips into the crook of your neck and she presses her nose into your skin with a soft sigh of content as she whispers with love into your ear, the sweet nothings only manifesting butterflies along with a familiar warmth in your stomach that grows worse the longer her thick fingers trail along your hipline.

here r some less fluffy hcs :p

gf!abby hates cinnamon. she hates the smell, the taste, maybe even the colour for no reason

one of gf!abby's pet peeves include when people eat their whipped cream separate to their hot chocolate. she gets so unnecessarily stressed about it, her head starts to hurt the longer she thinks ab it LOL

gf!abby likes to get alice different xmas costumes every year. she can't decide her favourite between these three ⤵

HAHAHHAAH

u can imagine the laughs she gets outta seeing her in these

gf!abby isn't a massive spender on gifts. she prefers to spend individual time with each of her loved ones on the build up to xmas, but if she knows the other person would prefer something materialistic, then she'll get them a gift. she accommodates for each person.

gf!abby rolls her eyes at carol singers. she thinks the practice is stupid, unfortunately

gf!abby gives the vibe that during present opening, she'll be ready with a black bag to immediately get rid of the discarded wrapping like those over-prepared dads on xmas morning the second it lands on the floor

gf!abby hates winter :( the needed coats restrict her huge juicy muscles too much and she tends to feel suffocated in comparison to the freedom allowed by the simple wife beater tank or sports bra 😛

gf!abby the type of mf to wear shorts even if it's snowing and -1 degree celsius and once someone asks her if she's cold she'll look at them like ???? no???????

gf!abby draws dicks on the fogged windows of manny's car for fun. doesn't even tell him about it

she might even act like she has no idea what he's talking about when he complains about it. she's a horrible liar tho

gf!abby has a specific christmas song that she refuses to listen to cause it's so overplayed and now annoying to hear

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hiii im not a huge xmas person but i enjoyed writing these

if you don't celebrate christmas, i wish you love and support regardless :')

generally speaking ik it can be hard as we approach the colder season — i hope you all are able to stay safe and cozy this winter :)

anyway i wish i had someone to make me a stocking. i'll be cold and miserable yall wlw couples on tiktok baking cookies w each other in the matching checkered pjs...... maybe if you squint you can see me face down on the road outside the window /s

anyway i want more moots :( yous can hmu i dont bite swear down

ok bye!!!! see u guys again at xmas :3

#abby anderson #lesbian #the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou2 #fluff #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #abby the last of us #wlw #lesbian pride #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #tlou abby #abby anderson x reader

[simplyavatrice]

I really like whenever you post thoughts about what you love about characters (specifically Ava), so I was just curious about what you love about Bea? I’ve never loved both characters in a ship like this and I think they’re such a perfect complement to each other

when you can find a ship where both characters are able to occupy space in your mind and both of them give you that buzz when you think about them, then you've hit the jackpot

it's not always been the case with my ships - the only other one besides avatrice that i could say do that for me are korra and asami

as far as bea goes, i really love the different layers she has and seeing them uncovered, especially in season 2

but also the little bits we see in season 1. it's clear from the jump that bea is reserved and by the book and has her routines and patterns and that whole bit with shannon in the start and how she's trying so desperately to stay by the book because if she doesn't then she'll break - and it makes you wonder if that moment ever happened before ava showed up

did bea ever break? did she allow herself the chance to mourn any of her sisters? there's a post and a theory i've seen that bea was in line to be the next mother superion and i think that tracks so well because she is a survivor and a planner and you just know she knows everyone and everything about the order because she doesn't know how to function without all the information

and i think that's her fate until a certain ava silva shows up and throws her world into orbit

we know ava isn't the first person to bring out bea's heart - we see it in that photo of bea/mary/lilith, but it's clear that things between all of them had shifted and bea probably blamed herself a bit for it (because that's what she does) so when ava shows up and beatrice immediately just...tries with her, it's probably terrifying.

then she opens up to ava, probably too much, but holy shit ava has this big heart and sees who she really is and isn't scared or disgusted, no ava tells her she's beautiful, and for the first time in bea's life her attraction to someone doesn't bring pain - it brings her this tiny bit of hope and from that moment on, beatrice fully commits herself to ava and i love her devotion.

i love that when beatrice tells ava that she won't leave her side, she never does, literally until ava has to leave her

as their relationship grows and we see more sides of bea, it really does let her personality shine. i fully believe there is a cheeky and almost incredible sense of humor inside of her that she holds in all the time and ava brings little bits of her out of her - which is what i love about bea - there's so much life inside of her, she just chooses to keep it hidden away from 98% of the world, but those who get to see it fall in love with her

then we get to season 2 and holy shit beatrice is in normal clothes and living with ava and fighting for her gay life and she's just so cute and still so devoted, but also letting herself relax a little and even enjoy the simpler things

THEN...then we see her dancing and we, like ava, see that there is so much more inside of her and to her and that she has this spirit that could change the world if it was ever allowed to be set free

for me too, the love for beatrice comes from when they come back to the order in season 2 and while she puts her habit back on, it's so clear that she isn't the same girl

she is no longer sister beatrice, but just beatrice, of the order and her devotion is no longer to god, but to her own heart - a heart that belongs to ava and she devotes herself to protecting the girl she loves, chooses her even over the mission itself

bea's heart is too big for her own chest at times and she has such an amazing depth that still feels mostly uncovered, but kristina performs her so well that you see how deep her character goes without having all the details yet

ava is the centerpiece of warrior nun, she's the heart of the show for sure - but beatrice is the backbone, the steady presence that keeps everything upright and aligned, it all falls apart without her and that weight is on her shoulders always and she knows that

yet, she can't ignore herself anymore and carry that weight for free, not when she knows what it's like to fall in love and finally chooses herself because of it

when ava comes back, beatrice will be ready to love her the way they both deserve

#sister beatrice #warrior nun #oops long post!!

[phefics]

(Ily work!!)

How do you think the thg boys and girls would react to you having a panic attack?

Ty <33

coryo is suprisingly understanding. he's had panic attacks before, like in canon, so i think he would know how to ground you, and comfort you afterwards. "hey, look at me. i'm right here, okay? you're safe, i've got you."

finnick is good under pressure, and understands panic attacks very well, as his ptsd has made him all too familiar with them. when he has panic attacks, he doesn't want to be touched, so he'd probably assume the same of you. he does his best to talk you through it and then already has water, a snack, and is ready to listen to you vent when it ends.

gale is a little confused, but he's got the spirit. he tries to help, but isn't exactly sure how, so he kind of just rubs your back and tells you you're alright, but it makes him really nervous/upset to see you like that. he'd probably ask prim for tips just in case it happens again.

haymitch also has had plenty of panic attacks (mostly before he started drinking), but he takes a slightly harsher, "snap out of it" sort of way of helping. it does usually work, and he'll apologize and comfort you after, but he isn't good at talking you through it, since no one ever did that for him.

johanna has always used substances to calm her anxiety, so she would honestly be a little unsure of how to genuinely comfort you. she probably has to ask finnick what she should say/do, but once she gets the hang of it, she is surprisingly very soft with you about it.

katniss is actually very good at dealing with anxiety, nightmares, and/or panic attacks, having plenty of experience with prim, her mother, her fellow victors, herself. she'll hold you and hum/sing to you, either during or after, depending on if being touched is okay or not.

lucy gray is so gentle with you, and would also probably sing to try and ground/calm you, something soft and sweet. even with her ptsd from the arena, panic attacks aren't something she experiences often, so she is less familiar with them than some of the other characters, so she probably needs some tips on how to best support you.

peeta is surprisingly mechanical about it, and has you do the whole head-between-your-knees, deep-breathing kind of thing. his gentle comfort comes after, he insists that you calm your mind and body in the way a medical professional would recommend, talking you through it, and then once you've come out of the attack, he'll do whatever you need to feel comforted and supported.

sejanus is the sweetest, but under pressure, he does freak out a little. if you started having a panic attack in front of him, i think he'd be a little out of sorts and not know exactly how to help. after the first time, he'd ask you what he should do next time so he'll be better prepared. he's much better at the comfort afterwards than the support during.

tigris is naturally a very caring person, so taking care of you during/after a panic attack comes very easily to her, even if she isn't well-versed on what to do, she sort of intuitively knows what you need and will do it without question or complaint. she definitely makes you food and cuddles you afterwards.

#💌 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗. #corionalus snow #finnick odair #gale hawthorne #haymitch abernathy #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #lucy gray baird #peeta mellark #sejanus plinth #tigris snow #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg hcs #ophelia’s hcs

[dontbethatguy20]

Hellooo! Chucky has been recently added to DBD, as you probably know, but I'm not sure if you are willing to write for him :( If you are, I've got a silly little request that goes like this: survivor reader is downed by Chucky, but before he can summon his spirit to carry them to the hook they tap his nose and go: "Boop!" (If you are okay with it, I would also love to know Tiffany's reaction to getting booped in the nose!) Thank you and no hard feelings if you don't write for them! 🩷

I love this. It's adorable :) Don't worry, I got you.))

Chucky:

He'll be taken back and he'll freeze for a moment and be like "Ok, what the fuck?"

He'd take a couple of seconds to process before he just shakes out of his head before probably doing his mori on you out of spite.

I feel in the next trial with you he'd see you, he'd roll his eyes and be like, "Really? This guy agian" then save you for last probably couse imhe thinks you're going to do it agian and dosnt want it to happen.

When he finally gets to you agian, he'd probably be one of two things, be irritated but let you do it before killing you like "get it over with" and he'd roll his eyes or just try to kill you before you could do it agian.

Story to go with:

Five minutes was all it took. Five minutes for 3 of the strangers I arrived in this fog with to be picked off one by one.

I looked on from the cover of a bush maybe 20 feet away as the last of my improvised team fell.

A piercing laugh ripped through the cold night air. “That’s what you get when you play with dolls asshole!” The possessed doll’s knife sliced through skin and muscle easily cutting the terrified scream short.

A choked whimper escaped my lips, “Shit.” I whispered quickly clasping my bloodstained hands to my mouth. A futile attempt it seemed.

Chucky’s head spun with a sickening click. His plastic eyes lit with excitement for yet another plaything.

“I know you’re there you little shitstain!” He twirled his knife, coated with viscera gleaming in the moonlight.

My thoughts raced through my options. He knows I’m near. If I move he’ll hear me. What can I do? Shit! Maybe if I stay here he’ll leave thinking I ran away. Wait…where did he go…?

Chucky was no longer near the body he’d just disemboweled.

He left!

I backed out of the bush slowly.

I have to find the gates.

“Hide and seek is over fuckface! Guess what?! You lose!” My head whipped around to face the 2 foot killing machine just in time to witness the blade sink into my thigh bringing me to my knees. A scream tore itself from my throat whether from pain or shock was unclear.

My head was screaming at me to run but my injured leg refused to cooperate.

This is it. I’m going to die here.

“What’s wrong? Don’t wanna play tag?” Chucky snickered and readied himself for the final blow. “Say goodnight!”

He really is an actual doll… possessed. I wonder…

Before he could attack I allowed myself to act on an intrusive thought.

In one swift motion I reached out and with one finger I gently pressed the doll’s nose. “Boop.”

He froze. His hands fell to his sides, face scrunching in visible confusion.

“Boop? Fucking boop?!” He shook his head and cackled loudly holding his midsection to steady himself from the laughter. “Thanks for the laugh kid, I’m gonna have to tell Tiff about this one.” He grinned maliciously, his knife raised above his head, “Game over!”

The last sensation I felt was the cold steel scraping my ribs. The sound of my own innards being thrown in the dirt and that damned laughter, my lullaby.

Tiffany:

She'd be taken aback a little but be like, "Oh, cute, kinda adorable," like she'd actully like what you did.

She'd probably complain to chucky that he doesn't do adorable shit like that. "Why don't you do shit like that, you dipshit?" That's what she'd say to him

She'll still hook ya, but if you get off hook, she'll then come after you last couse she thought it was adorable. But if you're lucky she'll let you get hatch.

If you guys are in a trial and she sees you agian, she'd be like, "Oh, you agian" in a happy tone of voice and she'd wonder if you'd do it agian.

Tiffany's story to go with:

You were in a trial, the sound of other survivors around, the sounds of screams here and there.

You have been lucky enough to do a couple of gens without too much trouble until you were on your way to a gen you saw. You ran over, or tried at least. That's when you heard little tippy tappies behind you. You looked, and there she was, Tiffany, coming straight for you.

You screamed in fear and then ran. You did run her a good while, enough for a couple of other survivors to finish a gen, and that's when she got you. She was about you just kill you from the ground but that when you got a good look at her. "She's just a pretty doll," you thought. You, by impulse, just booped the tip of her nose.

She paused for a moment before speaking. "Awww, that was kinda cute." it gave her a little smile.

"I'll let you live this once, only couse I got to complain to chucky about not doing shit like that." she'd then carry you to hatch.

(Mines kinda short lol

Credit

Chuckys story and editor of my post : https://www.tumblr.com/astarionsrightnipple

#dbd x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #chucky x reader #Tiffany x reader #chucky Tiffany x reader #Tiffany chucky x reader #dbd chucky x reader #dbd chucky #dbd Tiffany #dbd Tiffany x reader

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Should Have Picked Up The Phone |So-Mun|

Sorry this is short

I strolled around the neighborhood shivering at the low temperature. I was originally supposed to be on a date with my boyfriend but he never showed up. Recently he's been canceling dates or leaving me hanging like a fool. All of the pity looks thrown my way by others makes it 10x worse. My mind always makes me wonder if he wants to break up and it makes my heart shatter. I can't help but think of what I did wrong if he doesn't like me anymore. He always says it's because his grandma wandered off again which is valid. I've seen her try to leave and even helped him before but that excuse is getting old. At this point, I wouldn't mind just hanging out at his place if that's the only time I could see him. I haven't seen him in days and even then it's a brief conversation. I walked down the street to my house and saw a man with a hoodie stopped at my door. I quickly hid behind the big dumpster ignoring the awful smell.

"Hello?" I heard the man say as he knocked on my door. "You dropped your ID card so I figured you would want it back."

I scrambled through my bag and looked in my wallet to see if I had actually dropped it but seeing my ID in my bag confused me. Why would he lie about that? I decided it wasn't safe for me to be around here so I quietly and quickly ran away praying I wouldn't trip over my heels. I ran for a good 10 minutes not caring about how much pain my legs and feet were in. I hunched over both of my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. I looked around and saw I ended up near the park.

"Mun's house isn't far from here maybe he'll be there," I said to myself my breath still shaky.

I grabbed my phone from my purse and made my way to his house. Even if he wasn't home I would be able to lend a hand to his grandparents. I pushed his contact and let the phone ring but he didn't pick up. I called him a few more times scared and upset about everything.

"Come on pick up pick up" I continued to walk but felt like someone was watching me the whole time. This made me call him more and more. I started to speed walk getting closer and closer to his house calling and calling. I hit the call button one last time before having someone grab me from behind. I dropped my phone struggling against the person who grabbed me. The call went directly to voicemail.

"Mun, shouldn't you answer your phone?" Hana said as she walked over to him. "I think you've trained enough today."

"Who was calling?" He asked stepping away from the punching bag and wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Y/n" Hana handed him his phone.

Mun groaned as he took the phone from her hand. "I forgot we had a date tonight"

"Again?" She said.

"She'll understand"

"How would she just understand?"

"I'll just say what I usually do, something came up with my grandparents"

"Shouldn't you just find time? Or take a break for a day" Hana crossed her arms.

"Evil spirits don't take breaks" He argued. "And with everything going on right now I can't afford to fall back"

"You're not the only counter, you can take a day off," Hana said. "Your not alone"

"I'm just nervous Cheong Shin will do something while I'm taking a break," Mun said as his phone vibrated with a text message.

Alternate:

"Call her back quickly," Hana said. "The nights not fully over"

"I-fine I call her back," He said as he called you back but came back with no answer. He sighed as he texted you saying how sorry he was hoping to get a response. He raised an eyebrow confused but slowly turned into worry as he called you again.

"She isn't picking up," Mun said looking at Hana.

"Try calling her again," Hana said now concerned herself.

"Pick up pick up," Mun said as he paced back and forth. "She's not acting petty right?"

"I highly doubt it"

"It picked up!"

" Y/n? What's wrong? Y/n?" He said concerned. "Are you okay?" The panic and concern in his voice was clear.

"So you do know him" The man said but it sounded like there were two people.

"Who's this?" Mun asked unsure if his ears were deceiving him or not. He was only met with a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone.

"Your worst nightmare" The man grinned. "She might have been safe if you picked up the phone"

#the uncanny counter imagine #the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter x reader #so mun x reader #so mun #kdrama x you #so mun imagine #kdrama imagine #kdrama #the uncanny counter hana #the uncanny counter so mun #x reader #kdrama scenarios

[shadowskulls-blog]

Yk given how tall carmilla carmine is why do I imagine a 4’10 reader being either bratty or just annoying carmilla *they just have gremlin energy* or her being protective of them and don’t want them to get hurt and the only way she can handle r is by putting on a high place and can’t get down *the top of the fridge/kitchen cabinet is offically r’s spot*

😂😂😂 and the funniest thing is I am that height and I can see her just having a “I’m done” expression and just put someone there and walk away winning the argument

Sup, I'm back and now have motivation again, and I was scrolling through my inbox and found this, and I wanted to answer it, but instead of doing a story, I'm gonna give headcanons instead. I've never written headcannons, but I read them a lot, so yeah.

Carmilla Carmine x Short Reader (headcannons)

(Sfw) and (Nsfw) headcannons

One thing is for sure the reader has gremlin energy. Being this small and rather full of energy person. Carmilla loves it. It brings her spirits up every time you come by and make jokes

I don't know her cannon height, but I'd imagine it's in the 8 foot scale. Because tall women are very sexy. So she'd definitely pick you up from time to time. Not a whole lot, but sometimes.

Half the times when she does is to either put you on the fridge or a high place to calm you down or when you're being annoying.

Annoying in the sense where you couldn't stop making sex jokes, so she put you up there so she didn't get too distracted from her work or you two were arguing.

I can only imagine the reader going, "wha- Cammy! What you doing?! Carmilla! You can't leave me up here! Carmilla, please! Come back!" While trying not to fall off the fridge so you didn't break something.

And the entire time Carmilla just has the most "I'm done" expression while placing you up there and walking out of the room

And I can only imagine that 40% of time, Carmilla forgets she put you up there and Clara or Odette walk in to grab a drink and you're just up there, having the most scared or tired look on your face and going

"Please, get your mom so she can get me down, and so we can go to bed"

Being very small. Carmilla would be very protective. Making sure you were close by her at all times and also making sure you were with her. While also making sure to be gentle with you. But she also gives you angelic guns to protect yourself.

Lord knows you're deadly with a gun

While you two are in bed, she will always have you wrapped in her arms, her giant hands making it feel like you're wrapped in a cacoon, or it either looks like a koala hugging a tree. You don't even need a blanket because you'll always be wrapped around Carmilla

(Nsfw)

While having sex Carmilla will try her best to be gentle, but it fails most of the time. Sometimes, she'll go too hard or accidentally scratch you a bit.

Carmilla is most definitely a top, but you have to be the top most of the time. Because if you don't, I can only imagine the after shock. But, Carmilla is also a power bottom.

Either way, you're getting railed every time.

The reader is definitely a scratcher. So Carmilla's back or anywhere the reader was grabbing is probably scratched a bit.

(I like physical touch a lot, and that's the only thing you're getting about me)

So the reader is a hugger a bunch, hugging Carmilla's legs, body, neck. You just like wrapping your arms around her, honestly like me

The aftercare is her being very gentle while holding you close. Most of the time, you both will fall asleep right after, holding each other or take a bath together.

So yeah, I don't know how to do headcannons since I've never written for them. Overall I just say what I want to and don't give two fucks. I'm just here to supply thristy bastards like myself.

So, I hope that was a good first try. Also, again, I am so very sorry for not posting. Life just likes to fucks me over but, it does for everyone so this is the last time I'll bitch about my life

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla carmine x fem reader #hazbin hotel x reader

[griffin-girl-r]

Don't go

Created: 10.10.2023

Finished: 14.10.2023

Edited: 14.10.2023

Age: 16

Word count: 1,904

Warnings: Crying, Throwing up, Danger, Explosion, Fainting

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Note: This story will not have a part two

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"See you tonight, kid!" Your Mom, Maria, said, kissing your head

"Love you, baby!" Your Mama, Natasha, kissed your cheek

"Please don't leave!" You sobbed, tugging at the sleeves of their suits

Natasha turned her head towards Maria and shared a worried look with her wife.

This was the first time, in your 16 years of life that you reacted like this.

Not even as a baby or small child have you refused to let your mothers leave for their mission.

"What's got into you, Y/N?" Maria chuckled in an attempt to light up the mood, but uneasiness was present in her voice

"I don't want you to leave!" You chocked out in between sobs

"Honey, it's just a small undercover mission." Natasha cupped your face and wiped away your tears "It's no big deal. We do this all the time. We just need to gather some intel and we'll be back by dinner."

"I have a bad feeling about this." You tried to reason with the two women "Just stay."

Maria laughed "Nice try, kid." Then ruffled your hair "Better luck next time."

"Why wouldn't you listen to me?!" You shouted

The couple isn't sure what reaction they expected but, for sure, wasn't this one.

"Sweetheart..." Maria sighed, trying a new approach "Nick would kill us if we didn't go."

"And you know it." Natasha continued Maria's sentence

"Mama, please." You kept pleading "Just listen to me."

"We'll be back by dinner." Maria quickly kissed your head again before grabbing Natasha's hand and dragging her towards the Jet

"Mama!" You screamed, falling to your knees "No! Don't go!"

—

"We shouldn't have left her like that, Maria!" Natasha said worriedly, pacing back and forth

"Babe, calm down a bit, would you?" Maria sighed from her seat "She's 16. We can't keep treating her like a baby anymore. She'll be fine."

"But she is a baby!" Natasha threw her arms in the air "She is our baby, Maria."

"Natasha, honey, I know what you mean, but what I'm trying to say is that she long surpassed the toddler tantrums era."

"I know, but still..." Natasha let out a deep breath, sitting down beside Maria "I'm just worried about the state we left her in. It's not like her to react like this."

Maria extended her arm and wrapped it around her wife's shoulders "I am worried too. This is the first time she reacts like this but we can't just stay home and not go to the mission. We have a job, Natasha."

Natasha rested her head on Maria's shoulder "You're right. I can't stop my maternal instincts that are screaming at me because I left my daughter crying without comforting her first but I also can't run away from my duties. Just like you said, we have a job to do."

"That's the spirit!" Maria cheered, placing a kiss on the redhead's forehead "Now back to business, we have some intel to gather. They won't even know what hit them."

"That's because they don't." Natasha stated unimpressed "What's the point of an undercover mission if they knew we were coming beforehand?"

Maria allowed her shoulders to fall as she looked to the floor "At least I tried."

"Focus, Masha." Natasha stood up and walked toward the command panel of the Jet "We have 10 more minutes till we'll arrive at our destination and we can't risk being spotted by anyone and blowing our cover."

"Tasha, relax." Maria smirked, sinking deeper in the seat "As you said it, they don't even know we are coming."

"Maria, you're taking everything too..." Natasha began but was interrupted by the ringtone of her phone

Natasha frowned when she picked up her phone and saw Clint's name on the screen.

Maria, sensing Natasha's uneasiness, stood up from her chair and speed walked towards her wife, worry etched on every inch of the commander's face.

"Clint?" Natasha answered her best friend's call, her voice slightly trembling, as she put the phone on speaker

"Nat, it's bad!" Clint spoke in a rushed tone, worry present in his voice "It's Y/N."

"What happened to my daughter?" Natasha asked, every muscle of her body becoming tense

"Y/N... Umm..." Clint mumbled, trying to find the right words

"Talk!" Maria shouted impatient when Clint didn't give them an answer

"You both need to come home, like, right now." The man said "Y/N hasn't stopped crying since you left. She even threw up a few minutes ago and I don't know what more to do to get her to calm down. Please return to the compound as fast as you can."

"Clint, we can't turn around just like that." Maria began but a scream, on the other side of the call, interrupted her trail of thoughts

"Mama!" You screamed, choking on your sobs "Mom!"

The next thing the women heard was silence followed by a loud noise.

"Y/N, no!" Clint shouted, dropping his phone as he rushed to your side

"Clint?!" Natasha yelled "Clint, what is happening?!"

"Y/N passed out." Clint breathed out, as his breathing picked up its pace "Shit! F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Bruce here immediately!" The mothers heard him saying

Maria snatched the phone from Natasha's shaky hands "We're coming back!" She firmly stated before ending the call

The brunette commander turned around and walked to the pilot's seat.

"Agent Hill." Fury's voice echoed throughout the Jet as Maria connected her comm to the plane's speakers "Agent Romanoff."

"Nick, we're turning around." Maria grabbed the yoke, turning the jet 180° around "Y/N is sick. The mission's over."

"The mission is over only when I say it's over, Agent Hill." Nick stated "Until then, you will keep following my orders, or you and Agent Romanoff, will be suspended for an undefined term of time from work."

"I don't give a cramp about your suspension, Nick." Natasha sat on the co-pilot's chair "Our daughter is feeling sick and we will go home to take care of her regardless if we have your permission or not."

"Agent Romanoff, you must understand that-" Fury's voice suddenly became silent

"That's better." Maria sighed relieved, ending the transmission between the Jet and the base

Natasha reached over and grabbed Maria's hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of the redhead's lips.

"Thank you." Natasha whispered

"Always." Maria brought Natasha's hand to her lips and kissed the back of it "Now let's go home to our daughter."

With a nod, Natasha turned her head and looked out the windows of the Jet, every passing second feeling like torture for the worried mothers.

—

"Mama? M-Mom?" You muttered as your eyes opened in the slightest, slowly regaining your consciousness, as a headache hit you full force

"We're here, kid." Maria's voice was heard as she slammed open the door

"Baby, are you okay?" Natasha speed walked to your side and sat down on the bed "How are you feeling?" She brushed a strand of hair behind your ear

"You're home." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced out a smile for your mothers

"We are, honey." Maria kneeled next to your head, placing her hand on your forehead "Uncle Clint told us you didn't feel too well so we came back to take care of you."

"Thank you." You mumbled, enjoying the coldness of Maria's hand on your forehead

"We're so sorry for leaving you like we did." Natasha ran her thumbs over your knuckles "But we are here to take care of you and have a lot of cuddles together."

"Really?" You asked hopefully "You and Mom aren't going back to the mission?"

"I think we won't be going back to the field for a while from now on, kiddo." Maria chuckled, a hint of sadness present in her voice "But that's a talk for another time."

Your mothers shared an understanding nod before they both climbed into your bed and cuddled with you.

"We love you so much, little bear." Natasha pulled your head closer to her chest

"We love you, Y/N." Maria wrapped her arms around her girls as she rested her head on top of Natasha's

"I'm so happy to have you both here with me." You sighed contently, closing your eyes again, but this time for a nap

Somewhere in between the arrival of Natasha and Maria and the family cuddles, Clint, who had been by your side since you started feeling sick, slipped out of the room, allowing you and your mothers to have some privacy.

"We're here." Maria whispered in your ear

—

It was a few hours later when Natasha and Maria decided to turn the TV in your room on and turned down the volume as you were still sleeping, too exhausted from the emotional burst you had that day.

"I hope she feels better when she wakes up." Maria whispered, putting the news on

"Me too." Natasha whispered back, stroking your hair "I don't know what got her into this state but I'm grateful we turned back and stayed with her."

"You can say that again." Maria smiled and looked down at your sleeping face

Both women sat in a comfortable silence that was interrupted only by the soft murmur of the TV.

All until Natasha suddenly frowned as she intently watched the news.

"Masha..." Natasha breathed out, confused

"What is it, babe?" Maria whispered, looking from your face to the redhead's face

"That's the base where we were supposed to go in today for the intel gathering." Natasha explained shocked, pointing toward the TV

Maria looked at the news that was playing on the TV and was shocked to learn that the news was about a building, apparently the building they were supposed to be in today, that blew up only a few hours ago, leaving no survivors.

"This can't be..." The commander mumbled before grabbing her phone

A quick call between Maria and Fury answered all the questions the couple may have had.

There was an intruder between S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents that found out about Natasha and Maria's mission and delivered a warning to the enemies, who decided to blow up the building and every evidence that was stocked inside of it, hopping to kill the two female agents in the process.

Luckily for the married couple, they turned around exactly 6 minutes before the explosion, that was threatening to claim their lives, happened.

Maria and Natasha stared at each other with wide eyes filled with shock before they looked down at their daughter who was still peacefully sleeping, one question lingering in their minds.

How did you know about what was about to happen?

Was that the reason why you couldn't stop crying and tried everything to make them stay?

"Maybe it's like Peter's spider-sense." Maria muttered after a few minutes of silence

"Feeling the danger?" Natasha asked "I doubt that."

"Based on what we found out, I say it could be a posibility." Maria said, still in a state of shock

But no matter what they could say, one thing was clear.

You saved their lives today and they will forever be grateful for that.

How did you do that?

Not even you have the slightest idea how.

Maybe it was just the strong connection between you and your mothers that allowed you to feel they were in danger.

Or maybe not.

You'll never know.

—

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[hypostatic-oath]

Hiii! Welcome back!!! After reading your recent post, i had a thought about what if the isekai'd Overseer was founded wandering around Fontaine when the Traveler had yet to reach said nation. Do Focalors still trying to arrest and judge the Overseer, or do they belong to the category of the divine that she knows not to make an enemy of?

Hiii! Thank you so much, for the welcome and for the ask :D

Oh, I like this one. I'n usually afraid of writing characters before I have read all their lore (not me struggling with the locked voicelines for Neuvillette oof), but I think that Furina has provided the answer already - she is very much ready to put the Overseer on trial, and to make a big show out of it too. Why? Because of what happens with the Traveler, of course!

When the Traveler arrives in Fontaine, they are already known far and wide - Furina herself recognizes them and comes to "greet" them personally, albeit in her own way. I'd say that SAGAU Furina definitely knows that the Traveller is the First Vessel. There is no way she doesn't, either by means of being an Archon, or simply by word of mouth or the Steambird, in the same way she'd heard other things about the Traveler.

And what does she do as soon as we step foot in Fontaine?

Yep. An isekai'd Overseer would very much need to get their Phoenix Wright impersonation ready. I do believe she doesn't have ill intent, or that she actually wants to sentence the Overseer - it's more of a mixture of "hey, look at me!" and "I'm acknowledging your importance by coming here personally and making a fuss". One should feel honored, really. Furina likes entertainment, and I do believe that her theatrical worldview and the outlook of a lot of Overseers out there (guilty as charged) are rather similar - for us as players, the world of Teyvat really is a stage where a story plays out - better yet, it's a story wherein we can control the main character to make the story go further and interact with the characters! Of course, the difference lies in the fact that for an Overseer, the world of Teyvat really is just a game... while for Furina it's still her reality, no matter how many theatrical elements she adds to it.

As for whether she'd recognize the Overseer as a divine being she shouldn't make an enemy of... depends entirely on the way the Overseer interacts with her. We've seen her mask slip when the Traveler accepts her challenge ("Fighting gods? I've got a resume"). We've seen her take a step back in other occasions, too. But it all depends on whether the Overseer chooses to indulge her. The more drama-loving you are, the more you indulge in the theatrics, the further she'll go! After all, she's just found a kindred spirit. She's very excited if you play along! But if you're a no-nonsense Overseer with no time for her antics... she might just call in Neuvillette to accompany her the next time she needs to speak with you. Or she'll avoid the meeting altogether - forgive her, she's nervous.

#i didn't want to include too many spoilers in this one so I'm keeping it short #i will be writing a full fic on this later though ehe #furina my beloved she's so me #it's her and fischl my favorite delulu queens #i would be ''yes AND''ing her trials if she accused me of something #we play along in this household #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin au #genshin impact sagau #sagau overseer #sagau focalors #sagau furina #cube.answers

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Sweetheart: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Part 1

It's been two days since you've basically taken a ghost back home with you. Said ghost named Dot who was attached to the sweetheart bracelet you bought. In the few days since discovering her, you've discovered that she can be pretty powerful. She'll open doors, knock things over, stuff to grab your attention. While she does have a lot of energy, communicating with you can take a lot out of her sometimes. Now it's day three and you're at your computer with a pen and paper beside you to see if she can give you the name of this Jamie person.

You watch as the pen moves a bit but doesn't lift. You're sure she's trying her best, but it kind of frustrates you. You want to help Dot so she can move on and so that you can get back to living your regular life, completely alone without your newfound ghost roommate.

Ways to talk to ghosts

You type the words into google and click on the first link you see: ouija board, a spiritual medium, pendulums, rods, voice recorder, or a spirit box.

Out of all the options, you felt like the ouija board would be the best bet to communicate with Dot. So later that day you go to your local Target and purchase a ouija board, because, yes, they do sell those there. The board being considered as a game.

Later that night, after you've had dinner, you sit in your living room. You have the ouiji board set on your coffee table. The lights are off in the room except for a few candles you lit. You place the sweetheart bracelet beside the board, hoping it'll bring as much of Dot's energy as possible. Beside that, is a pad and paper for you to jot notes

You take the planchette, sliding it over to HELLO.

You take a deep breath, "Dot, are you here?"

With your fingers lightly touching the planchette, they slide towards YES on their own.

"Alright. What is your full name?"

You watch at the device slides over each letter to spell out D-O-L-O-R-E-S-M-I-L-L-A-R-D.

"Dolores Millard. Okay. Nice to meet you, Dolores. But I'm assuming you prefer Dot?"

YES, she says as it slides to the upper left of the board.

"Alright, Dot. Who is this Jamie you want me to look for him? Why do you want me to look for him?"

J-A-M-E-S-B-A-R-N-E-S

"James Barnes? Uuuhh, is there anything else you can give me? Does he have a middle name? It'll make things easier to looking him up."

B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

"James Buchanan Barnes. Alright. Give me a second," you pull out your phone and type in James Buchanan Barnes as well as 1940s.

You went through a list of men, Dot either telling you YES or NO. Then it hit you, "Wait. Hold on."

You type in BUCKY BARNES to google and tap on a picture captured of him and Sam Wilson, "Is this your Jamie? Is Bucky Barnes your Jamie?"

YES.

"...well shit!"

_______________________________

Bucky didn't expect things to go this way. He didn't think he'd find himself working beside Captain America again. However, he did find it therapeutic in a way. Sure, he still went to therapy, just not with Dr. Raynor anymore, but this was a different kind of therapeutic. This was him doing good, to make up for all the bad he's done as the Winter Soldier.

The newly renovated Avengers Compound in upstate New York was where Bucky stayed a majority of his time. He still had his place in Brooklyn when he needed to get away from Sam and the newbies, but, for the most part, this was where he can be found.

"Uh, hey, Mister Barnes?"

Bucky looks away from the tv to see Kamala looking at him confused, "What is it, kid?" He asks the young Avenger.

"So there's this lady in the main lobby asking for you. She said it's important?"

"Define important."

Kamala shrugs, "I don't know. Something about a bracelet and a lady named Dot."

Bucky's brows raise in interest, "Dot?"

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Bucky?"

"Bring up the CCTV footage of the lobby?"

"Got it," a holoscreen appears and you're seen sitting in a waiting area. Your leg is bouncing, your fingers are tapping on your lap.

"Is she someone you know?" Kamala asks.

Bucky shakes his head, "Nope, but she's mentioned someone that from my past. So I guess I'm gonna talk to her."

Kamala excitedly asks, "Need backup?!"

He chuckles at her eagerness. Even after working with Carol and Monica, Kamala is always wanting to jump in to help, "I think I'll be okay. You can watch the live footage if you want, just in case."

"OKAY!" Kamala plops herself onto the couch where Bucky previously sat and watched the holoscreen eagerly.

It takes a few minutes for Bucky to get to the lobby. The new Avengers Compound is much bigger now after Thanos destroyed the first one.

His brows furrow as he thinks about Dot. It's been literal decades since he's seen her. He knows she's long passed away after looking her and several other of his loved ones up on the internet. She ended up marrying another guy, had a few kids, and a few grandkids. She died about a decade ago.

When Bucky entered the lobby, you spotted him immediately. One of the security guards rushed to stop you, but Bucky held his hand up, "It's okay."

He then looks at you, "Do I know you?"

You shake your head, "No, sorry, um...can we go somewhere private?"

It's Bucky's turn to shake his head, "Sorry. Since I don't necessarily if you're a threat or not, this is the best we can do."

"Alright," you sigh and pull up your sleeve to reveal a bracelet, "Does this look familiar to you?"

Bucky looks down at your wrist and gestures, "May I?" You slip it off and place it into his metal hand. He looks at it and suddenly remembers, "Dot. I gave this to her before I was shipped out for the war."

"Right. Okay, so, um...do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Barnes?"

He snorts, "Call me Bucky, and, I mean, I've fought aliens, super soldiers, died and came back a few times now, so, sure, I guess ghosts are real. Why?"

"Soooo it seems that Dot's spirit is still connected to this...realm...? Anyway, she's attached to this bracelet and her spirit asked me to find you. I think, maybe, for some closure?"

"Is Dot here now?" Bucky asks, a bit, weirded out by this whole thing.

You shrug, "I don't know. I can't see her."

"Then how'd you communicate with her?"

"She wrote on my steamed up mirror the first time and then it's been primarily through ouija board."

"Those things actually work?"

"Seems so. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you helped me give her spirit closure so I can start living a normal life again, sans my new ghost roommate."

Bucky snorts. You're very interesting. It seems you're also very determined and a little desperate to solve this Dot situation out. Bucky's not busy. Sam's away on his own mission, so that leaves Bucky to some free time.

"Yeah. Sure, I guess I'll help."

"Thank you!" you fist bump the air, "Should we start now?"

"What exactly should we do first?"

You slip off your tote bag that you've been carrying and pull out the ouija board you've been using, "We can make contact with Dot?"

"You're...efficient," you shrug and Bucky chuckles, "Yeah. Sure. Okay. Um, we need to get you clearance first so, uh, come with me." You follow him to the desk and watch as he discusses your clearance badge to one of the security. You never thought buying a pretty vintage bracelet from an antique store would lead you to meeting an Avenger.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #f!reader #female!reader

[strwbmei]

In the spirit of me fucking up my knee, could I request a short thing of Keqing/HSR Bronya princess carrying an injured reader?

~Teeth

(Also heya how’s it going?)

Hello, Teeth!! It's been a while! A lot has happened. Normally I'd say that I hope you've been doing well, but the fucked up knee speaks for itself. Not sure how you hurt your knee exactly or how bad it is, so I apologize if anything written here is medically unsafe/incorrect!

Keqing would go full asian mom style. She'd scold you for being careless, saying things like "I told you to be careful!" and to "stop being so reckless!" while dressing your injury. Her words sting, but you can tell that she cares with how careful she's being with you. Also, she insists on carrying you the same way a few days even after you've recovered. Acts strict, but you can get away with a lot more with her during the time that you're recovering. She'll even let you use her lap as a pillow.

"Ow!" You hiss in pain as Keqing tightens the makeshift bandage around your knee. She glares up at you, eyes full of disappointment and irritation, yet also with a hint of worry that only you could discern. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't being such an idiot..."

"Still, be more gentle! You're dealing with an injured person here, y'know?" You complain, and the other woman rolls her eyes in response. "I'm sure it isn't as bad as you make it out to be if you still have the energy to whine."

Suddenly, Keqing stands up and lifts you into her arms with ease, carrying you bridal style as she starts walking. You yelp in surprise. "What are you-"

"Taking a certain idiot to the infirmary." You sort of just stare at her awestruck because she's rarely so... gentle? It's hard to find the right words to describe it, but you're sure this kind of opportunity is rare.

"What, you think I'd let you walk around with an injured knee?"

"Honestly, yeah, a little bit." As soon as you said those words without thinking, you were sure she'd put you down out of annoyance and tell you that you're free to go to the infirmary yourself, but she only stays silent.

"Whatever. Just... don't worry me again like that, okay?"

Bronya... would definitely overreact. There's no other way to word it. Her expression would be akin to a wounded puppy. She'll have all of the best doctors in Belobog taking care of you and the most luxurious bed for you to lay on even if your injury isn't that bad. Qlipoth bless her soul if the doctors even mention the possibility of your injury permanently impairing you, because she is most definitely going into cardiac arrest. After you recover, she makes it a point to ensure every place in Belobog is accessible to people who can't walk.

Although Bronya works as the Supreme Guardian, she's spent most of her life on the battlefield and she's learned many useful techniques from her experience. One of them is basic medical care.

She's not a professional, but her know-how has saved a few comrades' lives. Still, Bronya most certainly didn't expect that she'd have to use this skill of hers on you of all people.

"Bronya... I'm okay now. Really." You say; an attempt to console the very obviously distressed woman in front of you. With how much she's frowning, anyone that saw her would think that she was the one with an injury.

"No." Bronya responds, and honestly, this is the first time you've heard her so... stern. She knows that you aren't lying, but she sure as hell isn't risking your wound getting worse. "We need to get you to a doctor."

On second thought, it's too dangerous to move you around; it'd be better to have a doctor come here themselves. Still, the nearest doctor is much too far away, so Bronya decides to carry you there instead.

As soon as she picks you up, her mind races with a million thoughts all at once. What if it leaves a scar? What if you aren't able to walk normally again? Aeons forbid, what if you won't be able to walk at all? However dramatic, just the thought has her heart sinking.

She senses your unease and takes a deep breath, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. Perhaps her emotions have gotten the better of her. "I'm sorry, my love. You know how I worry for you." She smiles reassuringly. Whether she's trying to reassure you or herself, you don't know.

#strwb inbox #teethoftheeditor #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr bronya #x reader #fluff #bronya rand #genshin impact #keqing #keqing x reader

[rusmii]

my new assistant!

ෆ : hanako!dazai x nene!reader(fem.)

syp ෆ your ghost summoning doesn't quite go to plan...

cw ෆ ghosts(dazai), no mentions of suicide surprisingly, reiteration of half of the 1st ep but with you and dazai, bi reader lol

notes ෆ i love me the tbhk universe so i bring you guys whatever this is. should I do ep.2??? (THIS WAS RAN ON QUEUED AND NOT PROOFREAD!! expect spelling errors)

guys I keep disappearing from the tags..

"hey c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools seven wonders? well, there's one in particular. the seventh of the seven wonders. dazai the bathroom ghost. they say that he's taken on a human girl as his assistant."

"ughhnn," you groan. bathroom cleaning yesterday. bathroom cleaning today. bathroom cleaning tomorrow. scrubbing, scrubbing, and more scrubbing!

"you can do it, [name]!!" dazai cheers from behind you. "a little help, please!" you cry out. "nope!~" he grins from ear to ear as he disappears into his stall. "screw you!!" you scream, throwing the mop aside as you wailed.

"hey, c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools' seven wonders? you really haven't? oh my gosh! well, where do i start? I'll tell you the most famous one first. it's the seventh of the seven wonders, dazai, the bathroom ghost. she's on the third floor of the old building, in the third stall in the girl's bathroom. you can go there and summon her right now if you want. she'll grant you any wish, no matter what it is. but she'll take something precious from you in exchange. and you won't know what it is until it's too late."

you stood by the opening of the old buildings' bathroom, hands clutched tightly into your chest as you breathed anxiously. the interior of the bathroom standing wide and spacious, despite its narrow look.

you creaked slowly past the red stalls, each peeling from the worn-out paint. you sucked in a breath as you stretched out your arm, hand ready to knock on the stall door.

"to call her, knock three times."

knocking three times, the pliant wood echoed.

"and then say..."

"dazai! dazai? dazai, are you in there?" you stood, heart beat rapidly increasing as the sunset glooms through the stained window.

you held your palms together, head down as you shut your eyes. awaiting for what's to come as the door creaks open. you quiver in your uniform, the tension of it all made you sweatdrop.

slowly cracking open your eyes, you see the door slightly ajar. it's golden round knob staring right back at you. you trailed your eyes down to where the fingers appeared and froze in place as it gripped the edge of the stall.

it's voice sending alarms in your brains as you whimpered and looked away.

"hellooo~" its ghostly voice bounced inside the room— the door now swinging open. you opened an eye to see nothing but a toilet seat.

just when you breathed a relieved sigh, a hand ghosted over your shoulder as it made its presence known behind you. "okay. hearing things?-" — "you summoned me?"

you jumped back, and without another word, launched your hands into it. screaming when you saw that your hands went through its face. "no!" you ducked, covering your head as the spirit floats next to you.

"pfft-" a snort, then an onslaught of ugly cackles erupted.

'that sounds like a boy,' you thought, opening your eyes to view the ghost. without even realizing it, the spirit had floated around you and crouched down to your level. "what's the matter with you?~" it sneaks into your ear. — "wah!" you flinched and jumped up, scrambling back till your back hit the wall.

your face was just as pale as his was, 'i can see right through him..!'. you were damn near about to bite your nails off as you observed his appearance. such an old uniform—those look like arms!— "are you a ghost?" you asked him, fear in your tone.

his smile made you nervous, "i prefer... apparition," he says as he flies over to his toilet seat, sitting on top of the tanks lid. "or the seventh of the seven wonders of the school. dazai, the bathroom ghost!" he had one leg up, a cheek resting on one arm as he introduced himself.

now holding his cap, he smiles, big. "i'm delighted to meet you~."

"wait- are you saying that you're dazai?" you asked, in huge disbelief that this twink looking guy was dazai. the girl in the bathroom. not a boy!

"yeah! you rang?" he gave you two piece signs, swinging a leg up while he was at it. "i'm not stupid!" you yell, fists in a tight clench as he held his strikingly weird pose. "and where's your bob haircut and red jump skirt?!"

"well, uh. that's not really the look i'm into these days!" his piece sign pose never ending. "these days?!" you screeched. "anyway.. mind telling me who you are?" he asks you, "i don't understand. you look like a boy..." an unwarranted comment, but dazai decides to answer nonetheless.

"that's because i am a boy. believe me, i'm just as bothered about that inaccuracy as you are," he shrugs his shoulders, "but the rest of what you've heard is true."

a white floating ball came into his hand, "i will grant your wish and collect a payment that i see fit."

"so what is your wish? please don't tell me you came here unprepared.." — "why are you in here?" you ask, completely ignoring his question in favor of shock. "what kind of pervy ghost chooses to hunt the girls' bathroom?"

a moment of silence, and dazai suddenly teleports back into his stall. "okaaay.. we're done," he moped. in a panic, you took back what you said, "i take it back! you can hunt any bathroom you'd like!- and i think that it's cool that you're a boy!"

dazai stopped in his tracks, "you think i'm cool??" it was like flipping a light switch. suddenly dazai had a notepad and a pencil, ready to jot down anything you say. "in that case, tell me your name and what is it you wish."

'he got over that fast...' you sweatdropped. you raised your hand as you happily announced yourself, "my name is [name], and i'm a first year in class A! my wish is that the person i'm crushing on will like me back as much as i like them."

"...[name], got it," dazai whispers as he writes down your name, along with the word love written next to it. "and you're asking for your love to be returned? what's the guys name?"

you pulled out your phone to show him a picture, "everybody calls her kouyou. she's a second year and way smart. she's that girl who's so cool but still nice to everyone," you explained. "a her, huh?" dazai noted.

"one time, i dropped my pencil case, and she picked it up for me!" you swoon. "i see~" dazai stares at your phone, with an interesting look on his face. "easy enough!" he claps, "consider your wish granted!"

"are you serious?!" you lit up. "wait, how does the wish grant thing work from the toilet stall? do you use a special item or something?" — "i do," dazai starts digging into his pockets. "the one i carry works wonders!"

you eagerly waited for him to pull out his special item, "will you show it to me!?" — dazai let out a little giggle before pulling out a worn-out old 100 methods of love: this is love edition, "voila."

a damn how-to-book.

you put your palm facing forward and shook your head, "nu-uh." — "eh- hear me out!"

dazai sat himself on the windows ledge, "if i use my power to help you, we'll have to do an equivalent exchange," he waves the book around. "and if i'm making a human heart- do something that's not natural, the price is going to reflect that."

you stare at the waving book, "trust me, this is much safer," he finishes. "hold on," your brows furrowed, "what if i'm okay with any price?"

"oh? are you?"

he threw the book aside and started flapping his arms, "i'd say sorry! i don't have tools that advanced!~" — "you were bluffing?!"

you stood in thought, 'but.. maybe i should try..?- i mean, he's a ghost who grants wishes. he must know some tricks!- i can't be the first person to ask for help in the love department!!'

oblivious to your high hopes, dazai reads aloud, "method number 78. find creative ways to impress him with your skills." dazai shuts the book and turns to you, "let's show you off! what are your talents?"

time passed, and you two were out in the garden. "where are we?" dazai asks. "the best place i could think of to show what i can do, the schools student garden!"

you huffed as you plowed the soil. "i'm the garden club superstar!-" dazai looms at the sight of dirt, "-why are you looking at me like that?! i can grow flowers too, y'know!- i'm feminine and delicate!!!"

the trees move as the wind whisks past them, the sun never fully setting just yet.

"that's why i joined." as the wind blows behind you, the strands of your hair framing your face. your head was leaned atop the tool, your voice nice and calm than what it was earlier. "a boy i once liked said he was only attracted to girly girls, and i noticed there were lots of them in the gardening club."

dazai stayed quiet, "i was also learning how to cook and sew at the same time. figured once i mastered all three skills, i'd tell him how i felt."

a leaf blew by.

"how long did you like him?" dazai finally pops a question in. "since right after i started junior high.. i only told him how i felt last month- it took me three years to do it, but.."

the paper bag you clutched tightly to your chest was feeling heavier than usual, and your uniform tightened as your heart raced.

"hold on-" the guy in front of you says, his undoubtedly awkward smile looking down on you. "-you're saying you like me? do i even know you?" what came out as a rejection, turned into a mean compilation of words.

you were shocked to the core, "creepy.. sorry you're just not my type." he shrugged his shoulders, "i'm not into thick daikon legs."

daikon legs... daikon.. daikon......

you shoved your face into your palms, "that was a month ago!- i'm completely over it, and i'm a completely different person now!!" — dazai didn't believe a single word that came out of your muffled mouth, "i don't believe you." — "well, you should!!!"

"i'm totally obsessed over someone else now," you say, "once that guy sees that someone like kouyou loves back, he'll regret ever turning me down."

"is that so?" peeking through your hands, you see dazai smiling at you. "so, anyone to do?" — "huh..?- no, mr. smarty pants. i want kouyou! don't pull any funny stuff." you wave him off.

dazai finger points you, "are you sure?~ because something tells me you don't know very much about this girl." — "yes i do..." — "then answer this question. what's her full name?"

a stretch of silence came across the garden. "oh! look how big this worm is! bet mr. carp would like to eat that!" — "that's what i thought," he sighed.

he handed you a blank tag gift, "here."

"a blank tag gift?" you questioned, "yep," he replied, doing that stupid two piece pose again. "write a sweet message! then give it to your girl with something you grew!~ i call this move, operation present!"

"creative title..." you mutter. "i tried things like this before. i need magic!-" — "-you haven't tried exactly this on this day, have you?" well, you couldn't really argue with that.

dazai makes a heart with his fingers around his eye, looking straight at you. "make the most of what you have now," his view of you encased in a heart, "let your hard work work for you..~"

©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

#guys why does anime have so much dialogue #didnt finish writing the rest of the ep cause i got lazy #chuuya fic coming out soon; might be shorter than this #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡

[mrsmikaelson]

I do not want to lose you

Summary: Ever since they met, the Harvest Witch has regarded the Original Noble's wife as a mother figure.

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" Are you sure it will work? I mean you are pregnant by a miracle." Davina said trying to hold back the tears

"Absolutely not, but we will have to try, I will pass your spirit into my body and mine into yours so I die in your place. Thanks to the witches when I was a baby, every time I die I live. Kind of a strange sleep" Y/N Said like it was the most normal thing in the world

"Does Elijah know?"

Only that question that remained unanswered gave Davina the answer. The Original had no knowledge of anything

"this won't work... If he finds out he'll be disappointed, angry, whatever "

"Is that our only option, or do you want to die and not know if you'll come back?" Original wife said

"I don't want to lose you, since you met me when you went to get Elijah back from Marcel, you have become a mother, better than my biological mother"

"You won't lose me Davina, I'll wake up within twenty four hours but I'll wake up and in the meantime: take good care of my miracle"

"Will I be able to tell Elijah? Otherwise he'll kiss me or he'll think you're you... Not that I'm averse to it but it would be weird" Davina asks, hugging the older woman as if her life depended on the hug

"You can tell everyone but make sure curious ears don't hear. See you soon little one"

The harvest would take place, the body swap spell was done now Y/N was in the witch's body, Sophie with the knife ready to cut the supposed girl's throat

"Do you believe in the harvest?"

" I believe"

With just those words everything happened quickly, Davina couldn't look even if she was safe in Y/N's body, there was an important person for her who sacrificed herself , when none of the four girls were resurrected, everyone was worried because they had faith that it would work

Hours later when only the Mikaelsons were in the compound, all attention turned to Y/N / Davina

"I have something to tell you about" With a heavy sigh she took courage " How shall I say this? Davina and I switched bodies.

Klaus was the first to laugh, thinking it was a joke.

" tell another joke please Y/N "

"No joke Klaus, she saved me from possibly not coming back"

Elijah, who until then had been too quiet, spoke out

"So, when did we get married?"

" It's also tell us: what are our nicknames that only Y/N calls us when we're alone without nosy people?" Bekah added

Minutes passed when the realization hit everyone: really Y/N sacrificed herself

"She said she'll wake up in twenty-four hours"

"It's to think that our brother almost kissed you earlier"

"Let's leave the caresses for when your wife is in her original body." Klaus Said Giving a light pat on his brother's shoulder

"Meanwhile, Davina will be treated like a queen and after that she will be under our protection and we will owe her a favor in return. She is protecting the next Mikaelson, my son"

"I promised her I would take care of him and I will keep my promise Elijah

A/N: I'm used to writing on Wattpad so I don't know if this size is good but I hope you like it

#always and forever #the originals #davina claire #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #thank you

[wxnheart]

Heya!

I don't know if you take requests, so I am sorry in advance if you don't.

Anywho! What if COD men (and women because im a MASSIVE simp for Valeria) comforted reader when they were having a "shutdown" or experienced something traumatic? Or a nonverbal reader with them.

Feel free to ignore! - 🐏

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: so I thought this would be a two-parter but I guess not! hope you all enjoy it!

Valeria - She isn't the most... comforting person. At all, really, but she does recognize when you're in dire need of a pick-me-up. She'll comfort you, alright. Her words are brusque and there's a steel edge to them, but it usually hits the mark. The type to wrap an arm around your shoulders more than she would give you a full-blown hug.

König - He's got the spirit, really he does, even if he's freaking the fuck out internally over your current state. Honestly, he'll stand there awkwardly, silently debating his next course of action. Essentially, what this boils down to is König ultimately electing to act purely on instinct and envelop you into the tightest hug. To his dismay, you don't readily return it but when you do, when he feels you press against him and wrap your arms languidly around his waist does König rejoice. Yeah, you two are gonna be okay, Schatz...

John Price - Price, funnily enough, won't seek you out. He knows all too well that look in your eye and the way you're moving. Or not moving. He's the type who'll give you space to process what happened. "You know where I am." And you do. You absolutely do. And Price immediately finds his arms full.

Rudy - Tries to get you out of your shell with one of his awkwardly humorous quips. To no avail. At least, that's what he thinks. You won't even spare him a glance. He finally says something and it's enough to make you shoot him one of your famous (or infamous?) death glares. Seeing as this is Rudy, he flashes you a smile (a surprisingly soft smile, might I add). "Finally got you to look at me, eh?" Oh, Rudy. You recognize his efforts with a less deadly stare and a small smile of your own.

Alejandro - He could give you a speech, the same thing he does to his men. But he won't. He doesn't. However, he does make you do an activity that is self-soothing to you. For him, it's punching on his punching bag. He recommends you try that out sometime. Alejandro won't make you talk about it if you don't want to, only when you're ready. He knows firsthand what it's like to internalize things. Interestingly enough, the same wisdom he imparts unto you is the same wisdom Rudy gave to him.

Gaz - Gaz is the type to keep a private comfortable space for himself when he needs to de-stress or simply be to himself. He told you about it before. And so, feeling incredibly under the weather (biggest fucking understatement of the year), you find him there and he gestures for you to sit down. And so you do. You sit there and bask in the ambiance and his presence while he works. It may not seem like much but it's more than enough for you. He may not think himself a soothing presence, but he most definitely is.

Ghost and Soap - They're a package deal when it comes to your comfort, love. Mostly because Ghost is... Ghost and Soap would rather you smile more often than not. They balance each other out, honestly. Johnny wants so badly to hold you but respects your need for space. And so they'll both sit there with you in silence. That is until Johnny makes some quip that makes you laugh and Ghost roll his eyes and grunt.

Phillip Graves - Lmao. Asshole.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas #valeria garza #könig #phillip graves #john price x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader x soap #könig x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rudy x reader #valeria x reader #phillip graves x reader #task force 141 #los vaqueros #just 141 things. #just kingly things. #ride 'em cowboy! #cutie 𝓠.