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heartss4val · 5 months

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WOUNDS — jason grace x gn!reader

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it's late at night, the moon casting its gentle glow through your window, illuminating the figure of jason standing between your legs, his head nestled in your hands. you carefully tend to the scratches and cuts on his face as he subconsciously leans into your touch. despite the smell of alcohol pads in the air and the sight of blood on his shirt, he can't help but admire how beautiful you look in the light of the moon.

as you cradle his face, your fingers intertwined in his hair and absentmindedly stroking it, jason feels almost overwhelmed by the amount of tenderness you're showing him. it had been a long time since he'd experienced such love and he didn't think he deserved it. growing up, he was always expected to stay in his place, to follow tradition and never stray from the path that had been set for him. he was raised to do extraordinary things, but in doing so, his childhood was taken away from him, and he was forced to become a child soldier, a mere pawn in someone else's game.

but then you came into his life, and with your infectious smile that he he would do anything for, you brought with you a sense of hope that he had never felt before. for the first time in his life, someone saw him for who he truly was, not just the persona that he had been forced to project. jason wishes he could be even half the person that you were, and to him, you were truly like an angel sent from above, shattering the rigid cast that had been forced upon him. he could finally be himself. for the first time, he could look around and see the people who truly cherished him for who he was, not just for the image that he projected. with you, he felt free. cherished. loved.

jason wants to learn how to love like you. he sees it in the way you gently wipe down his glasses or prepare a plate of food for him when he forgets to eat breakfast. the way you surprise him with little trinkets and knick-knacks that overcrowd his shelves tremendously. jason is constantly in awe of your love for him and longs to reciprocate it in the same way. whenever you express your affection for him, whether it be through the little kisses you leave on the side of his neck or your soft declarations of 'i love yous' whispered in the stillness of the night as you're nestled into his strong arms, it fills him with a euphoria that he can hardly put into words. maybe if jason loved you any less, he'd be able to talk about it more.

but now, even in the dead of the night when he wants nothing more than to rest and hold you in his embrace, jason's thoughts are still consumed by you and how grateful he is for your presence. to him, you embody all the beauty and wonder of the world, and no one else could even come close.

suddenly, your gentle voice snaps him out of his thoughts. he looks up to see your smiling face, and the sight brings a small smile to his own.

"all done," you say, packing up the med-kit, and he nods in thanks, reaching up to feel the bumps of bandages that cover his face, a reminder of the accident that brought him here. he gives you yet another smile of appreciation, and, without missing a beat, you bring his face in for a tender kiss, peppering his bandaged face with sweet pecks.

the air is electric with anticipation and excitement as you both lean in for a soft kiss, his hand gently cupping your cheek, silently whispering "i love you." it's the kind of kiss that fills his heart with joy and warmth, and jason wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

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euaphora · 7 months

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hi sorry to ask but do you mind writing about more about Dave Lizewski (I think that’s how u spell it?)

summary: usually he’s sweet and acts right, but today he wanted to act nonchalant towards you so had to remind him where he stands.

Before you two even dated, he would follow you at night from a distance and watch you through your window. If someone else saw it in any way they wanted, they’d think he was stalking you. Which wasn’t the case.

He would hurry up with any work needing done with the new weapons that were going to be used for the next mission and ran out the door just in time to see you get ready for bed. He had done this for months before you asked him to come over to do the project your teacher assigned you to do, leading on from there.

He hated that class but always seemed to be passing since he really had no one to talk with to get distracted with the work. Once he started talking to you more in that class, he would slip with his grades and even got into a small argument with his dad over him failing.

The morning after the argument with his dad, he felt so upset with everything, giving attitude towards everyone including his teachers which almost made him getting sent to detention—even though he was completely unfazed with the security guard taking him to the office after Dave insisted that he wasn’t going to do the work. Which that even got him more upset because his dad had to come in and have a conference meeting with the assistant principal. Around lunch time he sat across from you which made you ask him, “everything okay?”. He just shrugged his shoulders, which slight pissed you off. You went about your couple minutes left for lunch by eating you homemade pasta you have packed for the two of you—which he didn’t eat since he had been daydreaming on how he would get back at his teachers and father— you up from your small bento lunch kit bowl and see him staring down at a random stain on the table. You were so confused but mad that he didn’t even give an explanation.

He walks you to your next period after lunch was over but stayed quiet the entire time and just made small hums when you would ramble about your day.

He could never be mad at you but he would get quiet and just mumble little things to make sure you know he was listening. You fixated your for eyes up towards his hooded ones, “did you get enough sleep, baby?” you ask him while running your thumb across a small part of his forearm while the rest of your hand is wrapped around his left arm.

Walking towards his last period of the day, he gets pulled into an empty classroom and gets pinned to the wall, whatthefuck?

He sees you with your arms crossed and with a pouty look, making him smile a little. “What’s up with you?” He asks, trying to keep his act. Which only made you even more mad but you decided to take that to your advantage since apparently we are acting what we aren’t.

“I missed you . . so much in class, baby.” You say, voice getting softer with ever word as you slowly get on your knees. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you, getting the hint on what your going to do next. “Yeah, can I show you how much I love you?”

He just nods— pissing you off already with the ways he keeps trying to push his act even further— watching you pull his pants along with his briefs as you pull it out. He slightly groans as he watches you tease the tip then slipping his cock into your mouth. “Mmm— keep going, baby.”

Head game was so strong he felt his hips stutter while trying to shove more of him deep inside.

As soon as he says that, you pull him out your mouth— making him furrow his brows in confusion— looking down at your naked figure which just made him hard all over again as you watched his tip get a dark red shade and his cock bolt up again.

“W-why did you do that I thought-”

“What? You thought what, huh, that you were gonna be able to cum in my mouth with how filthy yours was when I asked if you were okay? No sweet boy, you don’t deserve anything. Especially after being so rude to me, you should feel bad for the way you acted towards me.”

You get off your knees and fix you makeup— all smudged from the amount of sucking you were doing which made everything come off— he watches you look at yourself in your small mirror while he’s leaned back against the teachers desk with his cock still out, giving it small strokes while he watches you.

“I never meant any of that, I was just…eing a dick and I’m sorry but please do something,” he says with those little whines he always makes at the end when you tease him, clearly referring to his little problem.

“Fine but we do this my way. Starting off with you on your knees this time.”

He must have heard you talking in some sort of secret morse code manner with the way his body was completely frozen, he watches you stand still— not moving an inch to prove to him you weren’t messing around— and slowly goes down to his knees while still making eye contact with you.

He automatically feels a hard sting across his right cheek and immediately holds it, looking up at you and furrows his brows. You just look down towards him and told your head. “This doesn’t even come close with the way you acted today.”

“Why did you have to slap-” then another one across his left cheek now,”you don’t seem to get what’s going on here david.”

He slightly widens his eyes at the name, “I messed up and I know that but don’t call me by my first name you know I hate when you do that.”

You kneel down to meet his eyes and wrap your hands around his tip as the pre-cum is being used as lube, “I’ll call you whatever I want and your just going to have to deal with it just like the way you acted the way you wanted to.”

He lets out a simple hum, approving of your previous mentions. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t mad mad at you from the start, he shouldn’t even be acting like that around you.

He quickly whines and start moving his upwards to create more friction. With your other clean hand you play with his curls in between your fingers and give him a warm smile before pulling harshly at his tip and harshly on his curls.

He doesn’t say anything this time but gives you a small smile before feeling your soft lips crash with his, following your lips once you pull away, “does that feel good, baby?”

“A-amazing but I’m almost close…” he whimpers out, breathe sounding heavy and pants coming out of him. Before you could tell him how good of a job he was doing you feel hot ropes of white liquid splatter all over your hands and thighs.

He slowly gets up and pulls out his hand, helping you by getting tissues off the teachers desk. “Im sorry for the way I acted, I had no right to put my anger out on you..even if I was just ignoring you, it still wasn’t right of me.”

You just give him a small nod and walk out.

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midnightfictionlibrary · 10 months

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You're the One - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

You’re the One - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Content : best friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Word Count : 1.3k

Summary : Two Times Jamie Tartt realized you were the one, and the one time he did something about it.

A/N : A stand alone fic while I work on the next chapter of the Jamie/Roy/Reader love triangle fic. This idea popped into my head after listening to You’re the One by the Black Keys. As always, please like and reblog if you enjoy! <333

1. After the Broken Engagement

The rain pattered softly against the windows, and Jamie sat contentedly on his couch, the blue glow from the television playing over that week’s best football highlights. It was an uneventful week it seemed, but he still insisted on catching up. Just as he’s about to switch the channel, he hears a knock at the door.

Brows furrowed, he stands up and pulls his hoodie sleeves down over his hands. God knows his hands were always cold. When he opens the door, he’s greeted by you. Well, a soaking wet, sobbing, you.

“Fuck, babe, what’s wrong?” He says, immediately concerned, his heart wrenching for you. He doesn’t care that you were soaking wet, he gathers you in his arms as the most heartbreaking cries leave your lips. He didn’t even care that he accidentally called you babe.

“L-Leo…h-he-” you gasp, “in our bed.” You cry, wrenching the ring off of your left hand violently and dropping it on Jamie’s front porch. Suddenly, the puzzle pieces fall into place for Jamie, and he takes your face in his hands and forces you to look at him.

“Listen t’me. You…” He pauses, trying to find the right words. You stare at him, comforted immensely by his presence already. His warmth radiates into your own body, making you feel safe. That was how Jamie made you feel, and he knew it, too. “You deserve better than that prick, yeah? Too fuckin’ pretty and smart and kind to be crying over a prick like that.” He says, pulling you in to hold you. And you let him.

The feeling of you against his body, calming already from his presence made Jamie realize you were the one he adored. He didn’t need anybody else. Even if you were engaged to someone that wasn’t him, he was always going to be there for you. Just like he was now. And he didn’t think anything could change that.

Later, he lets you sleep in his bed, promising to go with you to your flat the next day to grab your belongings while that prick Leo was at work. He’s about to leave when your slender hand reaches out to intertwine your fingers together. “Please stay.” You whisper, and Jamie’s heart skips a beat, lying next to you. You rest your head on his chest, still sniffling slightly.

As he kisses the top of your head affectionately, he knows he’s done for. You had burrowed your way into his affections from the moment he met you, three years ago.

2.After The First Match Using Total Football

Jamie was out with the team, the owners, and quite a few friends at Sam’s restaurant as a celebration for their victory that afternoon. But, he still hadn’t seen you. As the team’s social media manager, he knew you were probably editing posts and queuing them up for the next day, but he still wished you were there.

Roy pretended not to notice how Jamie kept glancing around for you.

Keeley pretended she had no idea where you were.

In reality, you were just running a bit behind, but you wanted Jamie to be surprised when he realized you, his best friend, were wearing his number. He had mentioned to you that no one close ever came to his matches sporting his kit, and you had decided to change that.

When you walk into Ola’s, you catch Sam’s eye and wave profusely, running up to hug him, giving him a few pecks on the cheek. “Sam!” You pause. “Oh my gosh, this place is amazing.”

Before Sam can answer you, you feel a tap on the shoulder. You turn around, seeing a flustered and blushing Jamie.

“Wh..what are ya wearin’?” He asks, seeming to choke on his words slightly, and you grin at him brightly, pleased at how surprised and touched he seemed.

“Oh this? Just the number of my favorite Richmond player.” You say, nonchalantly, giggling at the way Jamie’s cheeks tinge pink for a moment.

Jamie doesn’t respond for a moment, instead wrapping his arms around your waist and crushing you into a hug. “Thank you.” He whispers, and when he pulls back you smile tenderly at him, pushing a few strands of hair from his forehead.

“Nothing to it, Tartt. You’ll always be my favorite.” You wink, looping your arm through his. “Now, can a tired social media manager get a drink around here?”

He chuckles, leading you to the bar, and while he watches you order, he can’t help but just stare at you. Roy pretends not to notice again, and Jamie is thankful. He thought it was more than obvious that he adored you, but it didn’t seem like you were picking up on that. He takes a sip of his beer, looking away from you when you turn your attention back to him.

“I’m really proud of you, Jamie.” You say, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Nah, you ain’t got nothin’ to praise me for. Just playin’ the game like always.” God, he thought if his face got any more heated he’d have to excuse himself for some air. You tsk, poking his side before moving to speak to Keeley and Rebecca. The number 9 on your back burned itself into Jamie’s mind, and he swore that day he fell even more in love. If that was possible.

3.After Amsterdam

It was late, and you flipped a page of your book, putting your cat-themed bookmark in when you realized you’ve reached the end of the chapter. Setting the book down on your coffee table, you move to the kitchen to start preparing your favorite nighttime tea. Your orange cat, Gizmo, purrs loudly at your feet, and you stoop down to give him a few scratches behind his ears.

You’re just finishing preparing your tea, stirring your tiny teaspoon in your mug when you hear a series of frantic knocks at the door. You leave the spoon in your mug, taking a glance through the peephole before you open the door.

“Jamie?” You ask, “Did you just get back from Amsterdam?”

“I saw a windmill.” He says, breathlessly, like he had run to your flat.

“What?”

“I- sorry. S’not the point. Realized I had t’come and tell you that I fuckin’ adore ya, yeah? I can’t take it anymore. I’m losing me mind thinkin’ about ya all the time. ‘M in love with you.”

You stand there, utterly speechless. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Here he was, Jamie Tartt, your best friend, admitting that he thought about you all the time.

Jamie steps into your flat, taking your hand. “Please say somethin’.”

“I..I love you, too.” You whisper.

“Yeah?” He asks, almost as if he can’t believe it.

“Ever since you took care of me that night I threw my ring down on your front porch.”

Jamie can’t take it anymore, he cradles your face and kisses you passionately. “Want” he says “to give you a ring of my own” through small sweet kisses to your lips.

Your mug of tea sits forgotten as you pull Jamie close, stumbling clumsily into your bedroom. You both collapse on your bed, him on top of you. “You’re the one, Jamie.” You whisper, and he grins at you before capturing you in a kiss that has your head reeling.

Gizmo meows lightly, curling up on the couch as it starts to rain, his owner relishing in a love with his other favorite human.

The two of you stay in bed until late the next morning, unable to get enough of each other.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt #best friends to lovers #ted lasso fanfic #longing #jamie tartt fanfiction #friends to lovers #pining

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 1 month

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This devotion of yours is misplaced (but this love, perhaps, is not)

Blood nose and a crooked tongue (I always wanted to be someone) - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.4k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader is like vaguely injured, timmy is so in love and sooo crazy abt it, they sorta both are, idk this one's kinda intense guys there's a lot of love in it kinda felt like I was intruding when I wrote it

a/n: I'm so sorry but we're fast-forwarding to established relationship but I promise I'll get back to the pining of the past I just have the intense need to jump around timelines like a rabbit

There's a bulb in the light fixture above your bathroom sink that flickers, the yellow light hazing in and out while the others shine bright. You sit on the counter, leaning your back against your mirror as you cup a hand to your ribs protectively, watching Tim with hooded, lazy eyes. There's a set to his jaw, the muscles clenching as he moves around, pulling your first-aid kit out from under your sink.

You think back to the day he realized you didn't have one, his eyes wide as he spluttered out something about you needing one because what if you get hurt? You'd shot back that you'd always managed without one. He'd accused you of suffering for the sake of it - forsaking softness for the show of it.

That had cut a bit too deep. He didn't apologize, but you didn't ask him to. The next morning, there was a first-aid kit sitting on your bathroom counter.

Tim's hands ghosting over your sides pulls you from the memory as you suck in a sharp breath. He winces apologetically and hooks a forefinger under your chin, tilting your head to wipe a disinfectant wipe over the cut on your cheek.

"You need to relax," you huff quietly. He shoots you a look.

"I don't like seeing you hurt."

"Then go somewhere else," you shoot back. You feel something that reminds you of a concussion you once had hazing through your mind - maybe if you hadn't, you'd have noticed the way he pulls back from you. You would've kept your mouth shut.

"You know that's not what I mean." There's a strain in Tim's voice that he only gets when he's trying to be good to you - when you're not letting him.

"I never know what you mean," you respond, and there's a tiredness in your voice that shouldn't be there. Tim's shoulders drop, his stance shifting as he looks at you. He's trying, you realize, to let himself be read. But acts of love like that are so often impossible for things like you and him.

"I would rather…" he begins slowly, eyes flitting around while he searches for the words. "I would rather, if you're hurting, that you do it right here where I can help you. I don't want you to do it alone."

"This is part of the job - and I did it alone for a long time," you point out. He fixes you with a frustrated stare.

"But you don't have to now. I'm here now," he insists.

"Are you?" Tim huffs through his nose, fixing a butterfly strip over the cut on your cheek.

"If you'll let me," he says. There's a gentleness there that you're not sure you deserve.

"I don't know if I can." A warble cuts through your voice in a way that makes you bite the inside of your cheek. Tim smoothes his hands up your thighs, parting your legs so that he can stand closer to you between them. His thumbs dig into your muscles gently, rubbing circles into your skin.

"Explain that to me," he prompts. You sigh and tilt your head back to lean it against the mirror, eyeing him through your lashes.

"I don't think I'm any good at being helped," you say simply before leaning forward enough to cup his cheek in your hand, smoothing the furrow between his brows out with your thumb. "And I'm not sure you're any good at helping. You're going to give yourself a headache."

"It's worth it," Tim says, but his response is too quick, a jumbled rush of breath leaving his lungs. You fix him with a knowing, warning sort of look as his devotion to you rings through you and thumps against your heart.

"Careful," you warn, but the hand you use to grip the back of his neck and bring him closer to you betrays you. "You can't lose yourself in this, Red. You can't love me enough that it makes you whole." His fingers tense on your thighs, pressing in, but he lets you pull him closer.

"No calling me that when I'm not wearing the mask," he murmurs, a shoddy sort of diversion. A smile twitches on your lips.

"But you are red," you say, smoothing your thumbs over the blushing apples of his cheeks. "Right here. And there's no one here to hear me… no one but you." Tim gives you a pained sort of look, his shoulders bunching in embarrassment, but you throw him a lazy smile and lean forward to place a quick kiss to his lips. He doesn't miss your wince when you do.

"Let me see your side," he asks gently.

"Nothing's broken," you respond quickly. He shoots you a look and reaches anyway, pulling your shirt up to reveal mottled purple and blue bruising over your ribs. A gentle hand is placed over it as he murmurs for you to breathe deeply. You try to, but the softness of it all is making you dizzy, making your chest ache for an entirely different reason.

"I don't think anything's broken," Tim assures as he pulls your shirt back down, his hands then finding their home on your waist.

"I told you that," you remind him dryly. There's a stubborn set to his jaw.

"I wanted to check."

"You need to have faith in me."

"Do you have faith in me?" He doesn't say it like an accusation, but you pull back like it is. He looks at you hard, the light flickering over his face and the furrow of his brows. It's a determination that you should be used to by now - one that's born of a desperate devotion to you, a need to get on his knees and pray.

You think he might do it now, just for a second, as he tenses to pull away from you. But you make a panicked, needy sort of sound as you reach for him and it's enough to bring him back to you, some kind of innate pull he has that draws him to your aid. His hands cup your face delicately and he smoothes his thumbs over your cheeks as you close your eyes, willing yourself to breathe.

"I'm not a… I'm not a faithful kind of person, Red. There's a devotion in you that's misplaced." You try to say it gently, the words pulling at your vocal cords as you speak, everything coming out painfully. Tim leans forward to rest his forehead against yours.

"You don't get to choose who I worship," he offers. Your shoulders tense slightly.

"Do you worship me? Or do you love me?" You ask. He doesn't pull away, keeping his eyes closed as his forehead rests against yours.

"What's the difference?"

"There's a gap there, Tim. The difference between devotion and worship. It's - it's love that separates the two," you explain, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I love you." He says it like it's easy.

"Are you sure?" He pulls away at the question, thumbing over your cheeks until you open your eyes to look at him. He's still close enough that you can feel his breath on yours.

"There is a part of you that knows how to be loved," he says - like it's simple. "I'm going to stay here until you find it."

"And then?"

"And then I'll stay to love you." Your hands reach for him at his words, bunching the front of his shirt in your fingers.

"What if that never happens?" You ask, looking anywhere but him, anywhere but straight into the love shining in his eyes.

"Then I'll pray to you," a kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth. "Like I always have."

"I'm not an idol to obsess over," you protest weakly. More kisses are pressed up your cheek, over your eyelids once they flutter closed, and down the bridge of your nose.

"No," Tim acknowledges easily. "You're someone to be loved. But you haven't figured out how to do that yet, and I… I haven't figured out how to do this yet, either." Your hands move from his shirt to tangle in his hair as you pull him impossibly closer.

"Maybe we'll never learn," your voice is hushed as his lips hover over yours. "Maybe we'll be these things forever."

"Then we'll be them together," is Tim's immediate answer, his lips brushing against your own. "And maybe that's all we need."

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faithshouseofchaos · 3 months

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Secret older boyfriend— Jenson Button x reader part two

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You sat out the rest of the season giving your friend Liam an opportunity to finish off the season and you went back home not wanting to show your face out in public. People were cruel to you saying the nastiest things about you all because you were in a secret relationship with someone who was 21 years older than you. They didn’t care if you were both in a happy healthy relationship that didn’t matter. Getting home you locked yourself in your apartment and you didn’t leave for anything.

You didn’t answer the door not for your neighbor who was worried about you, not for Charles' mom or older brother who has known you since you became friends with Arthur. You didn’t leave the bed, you didn’t even bother answering your phone which made everyone worried. Once the season was over the boys rushed over to your apartment as they hadn’t heard from you since Austin Texas.

Logan, Liam, Arthur, and Oscar got off Max's private jet and went straight to your apartment. They knocked on your door and you didn’t answer for the first few minutes until the worry overcame you. You sat up in your bed hearing knocking at your apartment door. They knocked louder the second time, and again no response from you.

The four boys, worried for your well-being, started beating at the door. You knew you had to answer them.

With every knock you heard, you felt more nervous. A deep panic set in as your heart raced, your hands trembled and every knock felt like it was shaking the floor beneath you.

They pounded on the door for another two minutes. You were about to answer the door when they heard Liam's voice yelling. They heard Liam say your name in a yell.

"Where are you?" he yelled out loud. "We are worried and we don't even know if you are okay so answer the door," Logan added

It shook you hearing the panic in the boys’ voices. It made you realize how much you meant to them. Liam was a little worried as you heard his voice crack from the stress of worrying about you.

Guilt began to set in that this wasn’t fair to the boys; they only wanted the best for their sister. Sighing you reluctantly gave in and got out of bed and walked over to the door opening it.

The four boys stand there shocked to see you. You were a shadow of the confident woman they knew. Your hair was disheveled, your face had dark circles under your eyes that you attempted to hide from makeup. They looked on in shock and saw how defeated you truly were.

They were relieved you answered them, but heartbroken to see the state you were in. They slowly came over towards you and gathered around you. They brought their arms around you for a comforting group hug.

As they were there comforting you the four of them could only think about what drove you to this point. You didn’t deserve this or what the world was doing to you. All because of a beautiful loving relationship. They knew you were better than this and could overcome anything, but now the world had made you its victim, breaking you beyond recognition, and it hurt them to see you defeated.

They all took turns holding you and whispering that it was going to be okay. They would be there for you if there was anything you needed. They wanted you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. They were there to support you through this and they would make sure none of what the people were saying was true.

All they wanted was to find the old you, the one that was so vibrant and alive. The one that didn’t care what others thought, the one that took life by the horns.

As you stood there with them you began to feel tears running down the side of your cheek, your pain and suffering weren’t their fault. You knew they cared for you and wanted the best for you. They didn’t know why you let the world’s words get to you. You knew how happy and fulfilled you were, why couldn’t they see that?

On the other side of the world in the UK Jenson Button was just as bad getting drunk and into fights. All you had to do was stick with him but you left in fear.

Jenson felt hopeless. He didn’t know how this happened, and he couldn’t fix it. He tried calling you, texting you anything he could think of. But all he got were crickets. He was angry and hurt that something so beautiful and magical had just been ripped from his hands. His heart was in pieces. He didn't know how this happened or why. All he knew was that he wanted you back by his side.

His friend Sebastian Kimi Mark had been keeping a close eye on him since the break up; he had become a ticking time bomb of his former self. Anything and everything set him off.

Jenson pushed everyone away, even his closest friends. His team tried to see if they could get him to talk to someone but he didn’t care. Jenson only cared about you. He would lay in bed thinking about the what-ifs. If only I had held her tighter when we hugged if only I told her we could find a way out of this. If only, if only… He was miserable.

As he lay in bed thinking about these things, his mind began to wander and he thought about the best memories he had with you. The ones that made him fall in love with your soul. He thought about the moments in silence of just being wrapped up in each other’s arms. Just looking into your eyes as he ran his fingers through your hair. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it and he missed you so much.

Jenson began to tear up. He couldn’t believe how much he missed you and how badly he wanted you. Jenson had had relationships before you but this one was different. And it’s because you were different. You weren’t just another girlfriend, you were THE girlfriend. The one he wanted to marry and start a family with. He wanted a future with you and he couldn’t have it. He was devastated.

He got out of bed and began pacing his room. Everything in his room was a reminder of you. Even though he tried to distract himself with work it didn’t matter, he missed you more. You were now the only place his mind took him, his thoughts only revolved around you. He wanted to just hear your voice. He wanted to see your face. He wanted to feel you in his arms.

As he walked around his room Jenson’s thoughts continued to eat away at him. He was in a dark place and he couldn’t seem to fight his way out. He missed talking to you, kissing you, even just holding you. He was in love and he felt it in his soul. He was in disbelief at how the most incredible relationship could be gone in such a short time.

Back in Monaco, the boys convinced you to take a long hot shower which was needed. While you were in the shower the boys split up

Arthur went out to get food for everyone

Oscar worked on laundry

Liam cleaned up the apartment

While Logan changed the bedding and laid clothes out for you

You sat in the hot shower letting the hot water flow down your body. As the heat of the water hit your skin, you felt a small wave of comfort overtake you. For the first time in a long time, you began to feel safe, like all the bad things were being washed away. You began to think about the boys and how much they loved and cared about you. Maybe they were right, maybe you should take the plunge and go public with your relationship. Maybe the world was wrong about you.

When you got out of the shower you could hear the boys giggling in the living room. You took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom. You saw the room was clean, clothes had been laid out for you, and the boys were enjoying their food from the restaurant that Arthur ordered earlier. You walk over and sit down with the boys.

They all immediately stop talking when you sit down. Arthur and Liam are the first ones to snap out of it and they start to talk to you. Arthur is the one who talks first, he asks how are you? You reply honestly and say you are feeling a little better. Although you are still scared about what the world may have to say if you go public with Jenson, you feel a sense of support from the boys.

You all eat the meal together in a comfortable silence. None of you feel the need to talk because none of you want to ruin the good mood. You all feel at ease just with each others' presence. The boys knew that you were getting better and the atmosphere felt lighter and more lighthearted now that you seemed to be in better spirits.

You were grateful for the boys and their presence brought comfort to your soul that you needed.

“I'm sorry guys for ghosting you I shouldn’t have done that,” you said breaking the silence

The boys all smiled at you. They knew you had a lot going on and they didn't fault you for taking some time away from them. "It's okay, we were just worried about you," Liam said. "We're just happy to hear you're okay." Arthur chimed in. You could tell the boys were happy to see you were back from the dark place you were in.

"Thanks, guys," you said while smiling at them all. The boys could tell that something weighed heavy on you still. They knew that there was more to this than what you were showing. But they also knew that you were in a better place and wanted you to know that they would be there for you no matter what. You felt reassured by this conversation.

“Have you talked to Jenson?” Logan asked

You froze. Your heart stopped beating for a second as you looked at them, they all knew what they were asking and they were right.

"No," you answered softly. You knew just that one word summed up the whole situation. You haven't had contact with Jenson since the breakup. The silence was deafening as everyone waited for you to say more.

"Why not?" Logan asked you. The boys were confused as to why you wouldn't talk to him, especially after everything you two shared. You knew the boys were judging you, you could see it in their eyes, how you were choosing to avoid something so beautiful rather than fighting for it.

"I, I" you struggled trying to find the words as the boys looked at you with concerned eyes. "I don't know how to go back to him," you answered softly. You had lost all confidence in yourself. You had lost the strength and confidence that had drawn Jenson to you. You had lost the spark that had made this relationship so special and unique in the first place.

"He missed you," Liam chimed in. "He would call you every day for the past two weeks. He was so worried about you that he didn't sleep." You looked at the boys knowing that they were right. Jenson had reached out to you for so long, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk to him.

"That man is in love with you," Oscar says, trying to break the ice. "He'd jump through hoops just to talk to you, yet all you had to do was pick up the phone." His tone of voice is softer now, he's not trying to hurt your feelings but he knows he needs to be straightforward with you.

"He was in pain," Logan says, picking up where Oscar left off. "I've never seen him that way before. You hurt him, and there's no other way to say it." Logan's words are hard but he means them. You know they're not trying to be mean, they're just trying to be honest with you.

"I know," you mutter looking down at the table. As everyone waits for you to break the silence, you feel as if all their eyes are burning into you. You didn't know what to say, you felt like you hurt Jenson, and that the boys were all disappointed in you. No one wants to disappoint the ones they care about.

"But I want him in my life, I do," you whisper under your breath. The boys look at you surprised, you have never spoken that bluntly before. And now you were saying you genuinely want Jenson in your life.

"Then talk to him," Logan encourages you. "That's all you have to do. Talk to him. Call him, text him. Just start talking and it'll be the first step to fixing everything." Logan's words are encouraging, and even though they're hard to hear, they're also comforting.

"I will," you nod. "I'm going to call him right now." And just like that, you found the courage to do what you had been so afraid to do. You picked up your phone and called Jenson.

Your heart was pounding as you waited in the line. It felt like an eternity as you waited for the call to connect. Finally, you hear, "Hello?"

"Jenson?" you said softly. Hearing Jenson's voice felt so comforting and homey. The minute you started speaking it felt like all the worries and anxiety you had been facing was swept away. You felt lighter as air came back into your lungs after such a long time. You could hear Jenson's heartbeat speed up as he realized you were the one on the line.

"Y/n!" Jenson shouted with excitement, the minute he realized it was you. "I've been trying to reach you for weeks, where have you been?" he breathed heavily, not wanting to yell but needing to let out all his emotions at once.

"I know," you whispered. "I'm sorry I ghosted you. I didn't mean to hurt you." You could hear the concern in Jenson's voice, the way he cared so much, the way he wanted to know that you were okay.

"Are you okay?" Jenson asked worriedly, he just wanted to know his girl was fine and he finally got to hear her voice after what seemed like years to him.

“Are you okay? I know I hurt you because I was scared”

You could hear the hurt in Jenson's voice as he answered "Yeah, I'm okay, but it's not about me." Jenson's answer has you thinking because he had never really cared about himself when you were together. Jenson had always been about you.

Jenson's voice had lowered significantly, his tone was gentle and caring with a touch of empathy. "I just want to make sure you are okay," he said softly. He was making sure that you were okay, you could tell the concern that he had for you was sincere.

"I'm okay," you repeat softly. "I'm getting better." You were feeling so much relief with the way Jenson was communicating with you, it felt like you weighted the world on your shoulders while you were away from each other. You missed him so much, talking to him was making you feel so much better.

“Can you come to my apartment I miss you so much”

"I'll be there right away," Jenson replied immediately before you could even finish the sentence. You couldn't believe he would be so quick to want to see you, and it gave you hope! You couldn't wait to see him too, and you couldn't wait to be wrapped in his warm loving embrace.

As you hung up the phone, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with excitement. Jenson couldn't wait to see you and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were ready to put this whole thing behind you and get back to your old life with the love of your life.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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The White Jersey -P.G

I know I'm not feeling well but Gavi in the white Barça jersey is my weakness 😍😍

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Summary: You just love how good your boyfriend, Gavi looks in the white Barça jersey

"¡PABLO MARTÍN PÁEZ GAVIRA!" You yelled as soon as you saw him enter the hotel room "¿TE PARECE MUY BONITO ANDAR POR AHÍ DÁNDOME PAROS CARDÍACOS A CADA CINCO MINUTOS?" (Do you think it's very nice to walk around giving me cardiac arrests every five minutes?)

"What did I do now?" He asks with a light smile on his face

"Don't you dare. For starters, you are going to end up decapacitated one of these days and no one will be surprised..."You looked at him in the eye

"Like, I get football is also a brain game, you need to make up estrategies and stuffs... BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO LITERALLY USE YOUR HEAD WHEN SOMEONE'S BOOTS IS ALMOST IN THE WAY!" You yelled desperate grabbing his pillow and hugging yourself to it

"You can just use your foot, amor, ¿Sí?" You asked with a light smile "You're basically sending me to an early dead, like I shat my pants when I saw that. I didn't faint because God was having mercy on me, pero... HERMANOO" (BRO) You opened your arms wide open in disbelief watching a small smile come into his face

"Also" You continued "YOU DO WANT TO KILL ME BECAUSE I'M FREAKING IN LOVE WITH THE WHITE KIT AND OH MY GOSH!" You screamed into his pillow before letting it go "You looked absolutely ravishing like I wanted to jump on your bones everytime I saw you, which was basically everytime" You opened your eyes a little as if you were caught "You just seem like a wine, the older you get, the more sexier and handsome you are and I just can't take it!" You exclaimed looking at him

"And congratulations on the match today, you did so well, except the head onto the boot moment, I'm really happy you guys won, you deserve it" You went over to him and kissed his lips.

Even tho, Pablo was surprised with your outburst, he followed the kiss back passing his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, your lips molding into his and moving in sync.

"Did you just called me 'hermano'?" He asked in the moment you separated from him

"Is that all you got from my speech?"

"No" He smirked "I also got that you think I'm sexy and handsome each day passing and that you want to jump on my bones everytime you watch me" He wriggled his eyebrows a bit making you laugh "I want you to do that" He opened his arms dramatically "Anytime you want to" You laughed hitting his chest lightly

"Eres tonto" (You're silly) You said in between laughs making him smile

"I'm far from being your brother" He insisted, you laughed reaching up to kiss him again

"Estás dale que te pego, it was just the sprout of the moment! You know what I meant when I called you that way"

"No, I don't! Because you say hermano to your friends or to your brother and I'm not either of those!"

"You're right, you're my boyfriend" You say standing on your tiptoes and kissed him slowly hearing him hum a bit against your lips

"I am" He said proudly after you both separated from each other "And I'm so tired" He sighed moving the two of you to lay on the bed, you on top of him

"I can imagine, you were running around one place to the other and doing everything, Pablito. I really can't understand how you do it"

Pablo hummed leaving a trail of kisses down your neck as you smiled lightly "Weren't you just so tired a few seconds ago?"

"No with you by my side" You laughed "Can you tell me more of how good you think I look in the white jersey?"

"You egocentric ass" He laughs widely "You very well know how I feel about you in the White Jersey" He hums tongue sticking out to wet his lips

"It looks good on you too, mi vida. Mostly with my name on your back" You hum leaning up to kiss him

"That can be my name as well, one day; I've to wear it proudly" Gavi smiled widely nodding

"One day, it'll be"

"You're not getting away from the way you pushed your head into the other players boot, okay?"

"You looked absolutely beautiful tonight" He said inmediately hoping to get away from the long chat you'd have with him

"I know that. But don't try to sweet me up, Gavira" You said sternly but with a smile on your face "It won't work this time"

"I love you" He kissed your face "And I love how much you take care of me"

"I love you too" You kissed his lips "But, Pablo, you just can't believe yourself Superman!" He sighed

He knew what was coming and he only had to accept it and hear the lecture of needing him to be more careful, secretly loving it.

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@gaviypedrisbride

#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi is so beautiful #gavi #gavi icons #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #gavi one shot #fc barca #fc barcelona #pablo martin páez gavira #M. is writing #Writing #Football players #Football players imagines #gavi fanfic

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kayadrake123 · 1 year

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Random Jason Todd relationship headcannons

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Jason adores baking. And if there is one thing he loves more than baking, it’s baking for you (he likes reading to you too but we’ll get to that). During the weeks when he’s busy and isn’t able to spend time with you, and visa versa, he shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and your favourite desert.

He loves seeing the look on your face when he surprises you, and even more when you’re enjoying the food he makes for you. It makes him feel warm inside when he does domestic shit

He loves cuddling. Yeah, it took some time for him to allow for close intimacy with you, but when he did, he would find any and every reason to get you to cuddle with him.

“Babe, my back hurts. Come cuddle me.” “How will that help?”

Sometimes his excuses are very extreme. Like the time he got stabbed and came through your window and was practically on the brink of passing out.

“Oh my god!” “It’s okay, a few cuddles will make me feel better.” “…Todd, you’re bleeding out on my carpet, I need to get the first aid kit.” “Yeah yeah, we’ll get to that later…”

He’s pretty dirty minded, so of course he makes offside jokes.

“I’m sorry baby.” You told him after you hit him on the head with the cupboard door.

“That’s not enough.” “Ah babe, I’m so sorry I-“ “Give me head as an apology.” “…what?”

He turns into an absolute mother-hen when you’re injured or sick. He just can’t help it. Seeing you in pain really stresses him out, no matter how many times you tell him not to worry.

He loves reading to you as much as he loves you reading to him. Mans will reenact Shakespeare for you, just say the word. He loves speaking about books and poetry and also having deep conversations in general. He truly cares about your opinion on things, and sometimes it even changes his perspective on certain topics too.

When you guys argue, he usually ends up walking out of the conversation, not wanting to say something he’ll regret to you. Sometimes he’ll come back a few hours after he’s collected himself. Other times he’ll be unreachable for a few days, and it stresses you the fuck out, but when he returns he’ll apologise the moment you open your door and will spend the rest of the day/night telling you how much he loves you.

His love language is words of affirmation, but not for him. He loves hearing you tell him how much you love him as sometimes he forgets and convinces himself you deserve someone better.

his love language for himself is definitely a mixture between acts of service and physical touch. He will do the most random shit for you like doing your laundry while you go out to buy something at the store. Or watering your plants. He always puts your phone on the charger too.

He’s always touching you in some way (not always sexual). He likes when you guys link your pinky fingers together when you’re around friends or family. He gives random hugs all the time.

He loves you. Sometimes he can be a bit distant, but with you around, he’s working on it a bit more. You make him feel comfortable and he loves that he can be honest and raw around you. (That’s not the only thing he does that’s raw ;) )

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #batfam x reader #dc x reader #jason todd fluff #jay is low-key super romantic and I love it #jason todd #batman

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writerblue275 · 4 months

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What to get each Heartsteel member for the holidays

Aphelios: 1. Stuff to decorate his studio with. 2. Moon-themed things. 3. Why do I feel like he’s similar to me and collects SOMETHING. For me it’s owl things (I fucking love owls.) and cool enamel pins! I could see Phel collecting really cool enamel pins or some sort of trinket. 4. To go with #3. A place to put said trinkets (for example a cork board/pin banner to hang pins on). [I should take a photo of my cork board that has all my pins and stuff on it so you can see what I mean!]

Ezreal: 1. Book discussing an ancient civilization he’s been interested in. 2. A book going over works of an artist/artistic period/movement he really likes. (I did that for my dad this year about an artist he likes and he almost started crying he was so excited. It was so fucking cute. I’ve been waiting to give him that book since JULY. 🥹)

Kayn: 1. Accessories for a guitar (like a custom embroidered guitar strap or picks). 2. I feel like he’d primarily play electric, but I definitely think he’d play/have an acoustic guitar. You can find some really cool wood-burned acoustic guitars for (relatively) cheap. (A good instrument is expensive (I know this from playing viola) but compared to electric guitars, acoustics are definitely more affordable.) 3. I have a fun embroidery hoop hanging on my wall and it’s all fancy and shit and it says “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO” and I think something like that fits Kayn so perfectly. (I need to take a photo and post it for y’all. It’s one of my favorite things lmao.)

K’Sante: 1. A really fancy set of colored pencils and a really nice sketch pad that he can use for sketching out his designs. 2. A new sewing machine/sewing kit. 3. FABRIC. Get this man nice fabric so he can bring his designs to life! Especially if he’s shown you a design he really loves, or that you really love, get fabric for that specific design.

Sett: 1. Brand new fancy sewing kit he’s been talking about. (I absolutely love that he’s canonically a sewing expert. I fucking love it so much). 2. If not a full kit then a really nice seam ripper or specific tool he maybe needs an upgrade on. Could be customized to him. I think he’d love that! 3. Really nice set of pots/pans/kitchen utensils. (I’m thinking like the hex clad pans I keep hearing about.)

Sett Extra: You better get something for his mama!!! As someone who has a mother who is a knitting machine, I know exactly what to get. 1. Some really really lovely and fancy yarn. 2. Knitting pattern books that she doesn’t have. 3. A yarn bowl (it’s literally a bowl that the yarn sits in, and there’s a little hole or design that allows the end to come out so you don’t have to keep unwinding the yarn or anything. And it’s easy to keep your space neat while knitting. My mother LOVES HERS. My dad accidentally broke her first one and she was devastated! [A new/nicer one was her Christmas present from my dad last year.])

Yone: 1. Some god damn peace and quiet and sleep. This man needs a break lmao. 2. But actually, stuff to decorate his studio with (for example a funny little do not disturb sign that he can put on the door, some posters or something. 3. Maybe some small framed photos of the two of you that he can put on his desk. You’re his muse after all (and you help him not go insane during late nights.)

EXTRA-

Alune: She deserves some gifts toooooooo!! 1. This woman deserves a damn spa day. Do I even have to explain myself? Like she deserves some serious pampering. 2. Another one who I could see collecting something fun. Probably moon related lol.

#writerblue275 gremlin hours #heartsteel #heartsteel x reader #headcanon #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel alune #league of legends #heartsteel fluff #happy holidays

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fairypaw · 11 months

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YEAHH TREE TIME EVRERYNYANN

me babbling abt tree under the ✂️

in my humble and objectively correct opinion tree is THE most interesting cat especially with his impact in the books both narratively and the impacts he has for the worldbuilding. Tree is a care free almost lazy, and weird but he makes up for it by being charismatic, highly intelligent, and hes??? so funny?? he met four cats and he makes up a DIFFERENT fake backstory everytime, he's a chronic nonsensical nonchalant nonbinary i love him.

He was born in a unique origin so to say, although putting aside the criticism around The Sisters, Tree or back then Earth, gives us an outsider pov for once and its genuinely so refreshing! i loved Tree's roots and seeing what hardships he went through to be moulded as the clever, witty yet untrustful cat he's become

He overcomes trauma from his origin and his fleeting attachment issues stems from a constant back and forth lesson and events that led him to be disclosed yet painfully longs for a place to set foot.

From the very start, all he ever wanted was just to have something, somewhere, someone to rely on. but from the death of his best friend, to the Sisters "banishment", to his dad's death and every other harsh lesson the world gives that he was better off alone. He slowly comes to unlearn it, by squirrelflight's hope, a quote from him really speaks about how far he's come and how he finally finds grounding and a home, a *family* in the clans

“Her kits deserve to have a

mother, even if only for a short while.”

“They’ll have the Sisters.”

“I guess.” “But Rootkit and Needlekit will have a father and a mother

for as long as they need them, and if they’re in trouble, they’ll always have a Clan to turn to.” PUNCHES A WALL. I LOVE YOU TREE TIMES A GAZILLION !!

Tree knows the bitter lifestyle he had to endure in his childhood, he was so young when everyone around him expected the world, to be larger than life. he would never want that for his shrub babies..

And Tree also embodies the *middle option* that choices and roles arent put into objective boxes, he questions the roles of toms and she cats in the sisters, the way he struggled in his role as a tom, the way he abandons his name, the torment between always wanting a home but constantly taught either by tongue or harsh events that the solitary life, the way he couldnt choose between being a warrior and a medicine cat, to the way he becomes the secret third thing every choice his given.

As a queer person specifically i relate to him but also just in general <3 Tree is a cat who represents healing from past trauma to move forward, who serves justice and sees common ground in every situation, someone who is everything he chooses to be and also he makes awesome horrendous jokes.

#Tree wc #warrior cats tree #warrior cats #my art #warrior cats art #warriors #Tree's roots #MY BABIEST OF BABY BOYSS #I CRY IF I THINK ABOUTVHIM MY HEART IS SO FULL AND ITS ALL HIM #please read his novella its so good hes so ..

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kaidan-z · 14 days

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”How many times do i gotta tell you,”

42 Miles x Male Reader

warnings: cursing??

w/c: 461

Request:

This is my first official writing, so…it’s not that good. tell me if i did alright 😭🙏🏽.

Where was he? You thought to yourself with an aggravated sigh, brows furrowed as you checked his location on your phone.

Right…he stopped sharing it.

Just as you were about to call him, the familiar creaking of the front door alerted of entry, and by the footsteps it was easily told who it was. Miles.

“Miles? I’ve been waiting all fucking night, jesus.” You grumbled, getting up from the couch and making your way to the door, pausing at a glimpse of a tear in his outfit.

…which was rare for him.

”Miles.” You repeated, taking a look at him up and down, drawing a deep breath in preparation for the long scolding you were soon to give him. Taking his wrist, you took him to the living room, grabbing the first aid kit on the way there. The two of you sat on the couch in an uncomfortable silence as you began to treat him.

“How many times do I gotta tell you, how many? Cause I’m real tired of it. You said you’d be more careful on the job, I said, ‘Okay. You know what, I can trust him, because he always stays true to his word’. Right? Well, I shouldn’t have. I know i don’t know what you do when you’re out, but you gotta be more fucking careful than this, man. Invest in better gear, upgrade the suit, cause whatever you’re doing isn’t working.” You went on and on, complaining while you tenderly cared for his injuries, not caring for any of his small remarks.

And Miles just sat and took it, knowing deep down he was deserving of the talk. I mean, yeah, he was saving the entire city. But he knew he had someone to love and take care of him at the end of the day, who he gave the same treatment to.

“Yea…I know.” Miles murmured, running his tongue over his teeth idly, avoiding your gaze even though he knew you weren’t looking. “‘m sorry. Things got messy, and I did what i had to do.” Miles spoke again, quietly, leaning back into the soft cushions.

It wasn’t usual for him to comply with you, but he felt bad and he was tired. So, according to him, that was his only option.

After you had him all patched up and scolded, you got up and put away the first aid kit, groaning softly and rubbing your eyes.

“And I made empanadas. Go eat.” You spoke flatly with a caring undertone, feeling a smile make its way onto your face as Miles wrapped you in a warm hug, mask retracted off of his face.

“Thank you.” He murmured, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he let go and headed to the kitchen.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #miles morales x you #across the spider verse #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales fluff #anon #ask #atsv x reader #miles x reader

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miya-rin · 1 year

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"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

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Dick Grayson X Hero!Reader *Comfort*

Warnings: Mentions of body aches and fighting, but no actual action scenes written. Kind of written in a way that might make it seem like reader has PTSD. Not beta read.

Summary: Sometimes being a hero is taxing, and when your body is trained to handle blow after blow… sometimes a hug is enough to make you release a lot of feelings you didn't know you were even holding in. Dick Grayson notices your change in demeanor, and just does a simple act of giving you a long hug and telling you it's going to be okay.

Word Count: 672

A/N: This is part of my comfort characters with comfort prompts, I'm actually doing these characters based on who was my first comfort character to my most recent comfort character. So to kick things off, Dick Grayson! He was one of my first ever comfort characters, since I was about ten..!

Your body ached as you finally were able to take a seat. You and Nightwing had made it to the closest safe house, as you had taken on more injuries than you realized. Adrenaline had really come in handy sometimes, but not when it wore off, and hit you all at once. Typically you could take more than just a hit, after all, that's what you were trained for. But tonight felt different, tonight it was more than just a simple mission. Tonight was a reminder that you're alive, and how that could easily change in an instant. Memories of your life until that moment had started to run rampant through your mind, you tried so hard to push them away, but it only started to cause a headache. Or maybe you had gotten hit in the face a little harder than you thought. Dick had noticed how you seemed to zone out while you sat, your body was here, but the rest of you felt entirely somewhere else. He grabbed the medical kit that was previously using on himself, before crouching down next to you. You didn't even seem to notice how close he had gotten until he put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" He seemed to ask you, thinking this had to be far more than just physical pain at this point.

"I don't know…" You answered him honestly, trying to tune back into the reality you were in, but everything just started to feel like too much.

Your body started shaking, as you tried to find a better answer to give him, but truly you didn't understand what was going on with you. At this point, you couldn't even tell what was real, everything just started to blur. You wanted to reach out to Dick for him to help somehow, but as you reached towards him, you pulled your hand back. You just wanted to feel something real, but you didn't even know how to ask for it, or if you even deserved it. Dick noticed the action immediately, and how your eyes seemed to ask for help in a way that your words couldn't. All he could think to do was wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. It took you a moment to realize what was happening, but the feeling of his arms around you with just enough pressure on your body seemed to ground you back in the moment. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, as you soon wrapped your arms around him in return. You couldn't help but hold onto him as if your life depended on it. When was the last time you got a hug from someone? When was the last time your body was used for more than just violence and pain? When was the last time you just simply wanted to use it for an act of kindness or love? You found yourself crying without even meaning to. Dick pulled you back with him to sit more comfortably together, expecting to be there for awhile. You followed him with ease, as you kept your arms wrapped around him. He knew this life wasn't always easy, and sometimes all he wanted was just a little moment like this himself.

"It's going to be okay… Even if it might not feel like it right now, one day it'll be okay…" Dick spoke, not exactly sure what you must be thinking of at the moment, but hoping his words could help in some way at least.

When you were ready, maybe you could try and explain to him what happened and he could patch you up. But until then, he could only hope that a hug will do. He began to rub your back gently, making sure to keep enough pressure to feel as if he was suffocating you somehow. But it was enough to make sure you knew he was there, and he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics #dc comics imagines #Comfort Character Comfort Prompts #raes writing space

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silky-nereid · 13 days

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☘ love like a broken pot || DARK CONTENT

yandere! crime lord x second hand in charge! reader/you

tw : minor & major injuries, manipulation, degradation of self-worth, intimidation and implied murder.

Yandere! Crime Lord who found you when you were nothing; a mere husk covered in scars from a previous crime lord that had been too rough with you and he took it as a challenge to rebuild you; a better you.

Yandere! Crime lord who is not well-liked in the underworld because he’s known for taking disposable men that were traitors or new people that had either defied death under his wings because the other families would’ve killed them already.

Yandere! Crime lord who isn’t afraid of causing harm to you or to others that are teetering on the edge of betrayal because he’ll purposely step on past wounds of the crew for his benefit.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, wearing plastic gloves stained with various mixtures of colors on the once white tank top. Your stained hands applied the tin foil strips to the newly dyed pieces of hair.

“You’re my favorite,” he said. “You know this, don’t you? You can talk, I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“I.. I know.” Your hands finished folding the last piece of tinfoil on his hair. “But what happened to Ja—“

“He betrayed me, he betrayed us,” he explained. “After that stunt he decided to take a swim. Don’t even mention those who betrayed us.”

Yandere! Crime lord who often dyes his hair strange colors and never lets you choose the colors because he has a dartboard to help him choose his dyes but you often have to go and buy the dyes for him.

Yandere! Crime lord who often patches your wounds that you got from missions that he sends you on and enjoys it when you bring back trophies for him to show that you complete the mission.

Yandere! Crime lord who likes it more when you bring him simple trophies from the mission like a bloodied golden tooth, a switchblade that he eyed; the way it twirled in the hands of the person that didn’t deserve it, golden cufflinks that he could wear or rings that he could add to his fishbowl that he has; enjoys the weddings rings because they are pairs.

He finished washing his hands, seeing you closing the trunk. Blood remained on your cheek, turning to him. His hand pulled you by the collar of your shirt, eyes stared into your very being; he could break you if he wanted too.

“You’re getting sloppy,” he threatened. “Too sloppy to be exact, next I’ll have the cops at my door because of your sloppiness. Do I need to get Marcus to do your job?“

“I’m not getting sloppy,” you confessed. “Just have too much on my plate.”

He let go of your collar, eyeing you up and down and a simple smile carved on his lips.

Yandere! Crime lord who purposely little by little stops giving you the attention that you as you were slowly getting replaced by someone better than you but still keeps an eye on you somehow; has your schedule written somewhere.

Yandere! Crime lord who enjoys seeing you wallow in your misery and how you’re discarded ever so quickly by other caporegrimes because you were chipping away at your own patience.

Yandere! Crime lord who fails to notice the planted bugs inside of his gentleman’s lounge because he’s too busy answering the phone in the miniature barber shop.

Your eyes looked at the ruins of the gentlemen's club and the hands that caused it. You didn’t mean it, didn’t you? You turned around seeing his long shadow on the floor, covering your hunched form and flipping the golden lighter open and close; eyes that threatened to burn your skin.

“I didn’t give you an order to cause this.” He gestured to the blood trail that was smeared into the miniature barbershop. “Clean this up.”

He went from behind the bar, disappearing for a moment and pulling a first aid kit. He walked towards you, handing you the first aid and his hand caressed your lower cheek and neck. Your eyes watered, hands trembling desperately clutching his sleeves and staining the sleeves with someone’s blood; it hurts…

“Why did you betray me?” He asked.

He twisted the blade further causing a gasp escaping your lips.

“Just to think I was going to let you finally go to a normal life,” he berated. “But you couldn’t keep your lips shut, singing like a canary to the police.”

He pushed you away, watching you stumble around. He sat down next to your hunched wounded form, blood formed a small puddle around you and his hand tightly gripped your chin and turned it to face him.

“You must not be feeling the pain.” He pressed on one of the many open wounds. “There you go.”

Your blurred eyes watched them pull him away, the ringing in your ears continued. Unfamiliar warm hands that pulled you up onto emergency gurney and looking up at the dusk sky; seeing the colors fade into each other. You looked over to him while he was seemingly being handcuffed, placed into the cop car but he never broke eye contact.

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Dating Valefor Headcanons

What is like dating the Knightly Gentleman (and attendant of Mammon) Valefor?

🛡️Would definitely call you cute nicknames, but will mostly call you prince/princess, because he's your knight in shining armor.

🛡️His love language is Act of Service, he believes that his prince/princess deserves the best so he does everything beforehand. Need to open the door? He got it. Need to sit down and eat? Table prepared, and he helps you sits down. Even if you say that you can do things on your own, he insists on doing so.

🛡️His 2nd love language is physical touch. He does ask your consent before actually touching you (may it be as simple as a hug/kiss/hold hands). He is often the big spoon when you two cuddle. He wants to feel your warmth wrapped around his muscular arms and torso. He would often give you kisses too especially in the forehead.

🛡️Valefor likes it when his S/O strokes his hair or becomes his little spoon. It calms him down. Bonus if Y/N says that he looks like one of his plushies at home!

🛡️Its no question that he will give you everything you want. Ppyong did say that he is one mega millionaire. He heard that you want the new life sized plushie? One morning you wake up a big plushie is right in front of you with a note. "Valefor you shouldn't have really… You shouldn't waste your money on me…" "Nonsense my little prince/princess, there is nothing such as waste when it comes to you" Valefor took your hand, making you slightly blush

🛡️His mansion would probably include one room for you but his room is welcome for you too. His room has a space for his plushies (some probably on his bed)! He's really soft and sweet with his plushies too! And he would definitely definitely DEFINITELY marry someone whose a father/mother to their plushies!! You noticed that a plushie fell to the ground as you were sleeping with him "Omg nooo, I'm so sorry!! I'm so sorry please forgive me" Y/N removes the dust and begins to hug and pepper the plushie with kisses Valefor sees, and unconsciously says "Marry me, right now." Valefor noticed that he said it unconsciously but proceeds to present y/n a fluffy ring made of plushie fabric

🛡️100% radiates Golden Retriever energy . He's the type of guy that would brighten up your day once you saw him. His face already removes your worries and problems, and sometimes he'd arrange walks or tour you in a new place he'd think you'll enjoy!

🛡️He's very sharp when it comes to his s/o's moods and feelings. If he sees that you're gloomy, he'd ask you what's wrong. When you open up that you suddenly felt no good with your skills or say that you're worthless, he'd shower you with praises and pepper you with kisses while he's hugging you. He'd prepare your comfort meals too! If you opened up and say someone hurt your feelings? He'd give them a very serious talk (swords involved? Probably-).

🛡️He isn't the type to get jealous easily when his prince/princess is with other demons. He does however get slightly jealous when his plushies receive more attention than him tho- Y/N ignoring (doesn't hear) Valefor, while keeps hugging and stroking the fur of the gigantic bear plushie on Valefor's room Valefor stares at them, pouting "Y/nnnnn! :< What about me? Has my prince/princess found another knight in shining armor when I was gone? :< " "Awwww, my knight is jelly because of his own plushie!! How cute~" hugs and kisses Valefor "Only one kiss? :<"

🛡️Valefor will have everything ready for his s/o. Got hurt? He has a mini medicine kit in his pocket! Hungry but you're both on an adventure? He got some small snack bars!

🛡️He is often seen in the gym for his training regimen. Please don't drool when you see his sweat going down his toned abs and muscles as he lift those weights-. He appreciates it when you work out with him or bring him water or some healthy snacks.

🛡️He will PROTECT you at all cost. His life will be in the line and this is no joke. He will literally risk his life protecting his prince/princess. He wouldn't be considered a knight if he wouldn't risk his life on the line.

🛡️If you got hurt because of some angels because you were out, first, he would blame himself, and second he would massacre those angels.

🛡️Valefor is either a bunny or a dog person. Both animals do fit his personality, cute and soft, but can also be fierce.

🛡️On one rare free time, aside from working out in the gym a lot, Valefor sometimes sew clothes for plushies! He also has a plushie that looks like you, and it owns a lot of clothes and accessories that remind him of you. His sewing is a bit sloppy but its cute! You can see and feel the effort and affection he put into making them.

🛡️Your plan to prank him often fails.. But he still makes that warm smile and pats your head. "Sorry my prince/princess, was I too good to know your prank? Better try again next time" Valefor smiles warmly, kisses your hand, and pats your head

🛡️You often make him those cute bentos full of meat. He does train a lot so he needs his proteins. It hurts him to eat every time because it's just too cute to eat.

🛡️When you're in his mansion and waiting him to come home, you sometimes feel lonely so you eat with his plushies that smell like him. You're careful enough to not stain or put crumbs on the plushies though.

🛡️On your birthday, he would give you a plushie that he made, that looks exactly like his chibi version! "I tried my best for the parts to not fall off, I still think that I should have given a better quality fit for my prince/princess. Honestly, plush making was relaxing for me, we should do this together someday!" Valefor gives you a handmade plush while blushing. Y/N stares at the plushie. For once, Valefor is a bit confused and nervous, thinking that Y/N wouldn't like his plushie Y/N cries "My prince / princess?!" "It looks so good! it looks like you!! I-I never received anything handmade…I…I…sniffs thank you" hugs him

🛡️When you're feeling sick, do expect that he will cook your favorite meals that will help you gain energy. He will care for you and give you medicine. He'll feed you and change the towel on your forehead when you have a fever.

🛡️In rare times, when you're feeling homesick, he'd try and recreate the food that you like in Earth. Since Tartaros is where technology is flourished, making getting devices that cook certain foods will be easy (takoyaki maker, waffle maker, etc).

🛡️When it's chilly outside and you forgot your coat, and you're hiding the fact that you are cold, Valefor would notice this and holds you by your waist and pulls you towards him. He will wrap his cape with you while you both walk together, his hands on your waist. 🛡️[Female Exclusive] Valefor would often have feminine products on his mansion for you. Heating pads, tampons, napkins, your favorite stash of sweets and food, you name it. He'd comfort you whenever you have moodswings or if you suddenly cry. He'd understand if you're feeling grumpy and would offer hugs. Y/N sniffs and cries "What's the matter my princess?" "Sniffs Mr. Snuggly bear's head fell of the body and I don't wanna sew right now but Mr. Snuggly bear is body-less what should i do?!" "Aww, I'll sew it, princess, don't worry"

Contribution to one of the Valefor Council on one of the WHB Servers I'm in Discord. Thank you so much for letting my have this opportunity to write something WHB-related! I'm not by all means confident about this but I think I done a good job jdshvfba. My ask/request box is open and please feel free to ask more WHB related HCs, fics, and even imagines! Might take a good while to reply tho <33

#what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb valefor #valefor #valefor whb #what in “hell” is bad valefor #what in hell is bad valefor #what in hell is bad tartaros #what in “hell” is bad tartaros #whb tartaros #tartaros #softie golden retriever valefor #i headcanon he really likes plushies despite of the change in Idiosyncrasy.

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McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner

Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)

And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?

Bentina Beakley

I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation

But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she’d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”

But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break

Dewey Duck

When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be

We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…

Gladstone Gander

Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is

That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk

But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it

Goldie O’Gilt

I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?

Gandra Dee

Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee

She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)

Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?

Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick

Kit Cloudkicker

It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.

Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies

Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside

Gyro Gearloose

It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point

Doofus Drake

I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list

But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows

What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge!

The original three!

These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!

Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves

The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things

These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.

#ducktales headcanons #ducktales 2017 #ducktales fandom #duckblr #bentina beakley #dewey duck #gladstone gander #goldie o'gilt #gandra dee #kit cloudkicker #gyro gearloose #doofus drake #della duck #donald duck #scrooge mcduck

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