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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Babydoll| Dom!Eddie

Cw: porn with a slight plot, daddy kink, mechanic!Eddie, dom Eddie/sub reader relationship, reader referred to with pet names (babydoll, babygirl) oral (f receiving), lots of dirty talk, p in v, eddie and reader are in their mid 20’s

Summary: You're having a hard week, and your bf knows just the cure.

wc:2.2.k

This week has been challenging. Work had been a nightmare; you had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. You were drained physically, mentally, and emotionally; you were exhausted. So when you get home to see your man, Eddie, on the couch after work, already cleaned up from the grime and oil he has to endure, you can’t help but crawl into his lap.

You tell him you didn’t have time to breathe these past four days. You told him that everyone needed you then and there and that you didn’t even have time to finish your regular duties. You were at your breaking point…he could see it on your face when you walked through the door.

Eddie knew what he had to do. He had to take control. He usually does, but when you’re in dire need, such as this week, he had to help you relax. He had to help you forget about everything and anything. You needed to have your mind numbed, and he knew just how to get you into that space.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, you should have told me earlier in the week. You know you can always talk to me.” Eddie caressed the back of your head before wrapping his arms around you in a protective hug.

“I know,” you sniffled, “but I didn’t wanna burden you; you’ve been so busy at the shop, and I didn’t want my stress being your stress,” you stressed. This was the problem: you didn’t know how to dump all of your stuff onto others healthily. You usually held it in until you exploded. Usually, you exploded alone in your room, but being with Eddie seemed to make everything better. He made everything better.

“No. None of that. You need to know when you can come to your Daddy, okay?” Eddie pulled back to tilt your chin up and look you in the eyes.

“Oh,” your voice stammered as your stomach did a backflip. So that’s how tonight was going to go.

“Now, be a good girl and sit up.” You obeyed and wrapped one leg over his waist so you could be straddling him.

“There she is, there is, my pretty girl.” You still blush at his praises, even after all this time.

Eddie reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?” He cooed.

You slightly nod your head. God you needed to let go, to no longer have control. You trusted Eddie with every fibre of your being.

“Words babydoll.

“Yes, Daddy."

“Good girl.” He traced your cheek with his rough calloused fingers. Before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You could still smell a hit of motor oil permanently attached to his scent, but you didn’t mind. It’s what made him your Eddie.

You leaned your head into his touch; he was so gentle, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. Not when you two played like this.

You watched as Eddie tilted his head so his lips could reach yours. A soft and gentle kiss at first, nothing but PG 13. That was until a small moan left your lips. You wanted and needed more. Your hips were on autopilot as you started grinding back and forth in his lap. His rough jeans felt so nice under your clothed pussy, the friction was just right, especially with his hardening cock coming to life under you.

“Take what you need. Tonight it’s all about you. Take what's yours.” Eddie whispered even though it was only the two of you in the apartment unit. His big hands gripped each cheek of your ass and helped guide you. Your pussy wax throbbing, getting wetter with each of his words.

“Daddy, I want more.” You let out a shaky breath. Yes the jeans were nice but they would never satisfy.

“What does my baby need?” He cocked his head.

“You”

“My, what? Baby girl, use your words.”

“Your everything, Daddy.”

Eddie didn’t push any further. Tonight, he knew you couldn’t take the constant pestering for specifics he usually puts you through.

“Okay, baby, I’m here. Your Daddy’s got you.” With that, he stood with you still wrapped around his waist and carried you into the bedroom. When you first started going out, you were so scared you were too heavy for him, but then he reminded you he lifted tires that weigh hundreds of pounds for a living. So the way Eddie was carrying you now didn't seem to phase him.

He placed you down so you stood on your own two feet and let you know he was going to undress you. Once you were entirely naked, he gently laid you down on the bed.

“There you go sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty.” The way you were looking at Eddie made his cock stand up even more than it had been when you were on the couch. He couldn't wait to have his way with you. He was so excited to play with you.

Your delicate hand slowly trailed down your body, but Eddie pushed it out of the way before it reached its destination. “Not too fast, sweetheart, this is my pussy, and you know I don’t like to share.” He tutted.

“M’sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m going to let it slide this time, but don’t get used to it.” His tone was stern, you knew he wasn’t fucking around tonight.

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your lip. You were starting to completely forget about the troubles you had faced merely an hour ago.

“Good girl,” Eddie spoke as he stripped. “Now, where to start first?”

You knew he wasn’t asking you, it was a rhetorical question, but you so wanted to tell him your pussy. Your clit was screaming at you; you could feel your heartbeat down there at this point.

“Please!” you whine.

“Patients darling.”

You pout at his words. You needed him, he knew how badly you needed him. You could feel your arousal seeping out of you as it trailed down your inter thighs.

“I need you now.” You spread your legs ever wider to prove how needy your pussy had gotten for him, so he could see everything.

“Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” Eddie groaned and dove head-first into your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief when his soft warm lips come into contact with your pussy lips. His hands reached up, never forgetting about your breasts. He teased and tugged at each nipple sending a ripple of pleasure through your body.

“You’re always so sweet for me, aren't you, babydoll?” He moved his free hand to stroke your clit with his index finger as he spoke. “Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“Yes, Daddy, only you.” It was so meek, but he still heard it in the silence of the bedroom.

“Good.” Eddie dove back in. His mouth attacked your clit until you were seeing starts. His tongue wrapped around your clit and pussy lips before lapping into your drenched hole. You gripped his hair as your body went into autopilot again. Your brain was finally shutting off completely; you forgot about everything and anything that wasn't Eddie. All you could focus one was the feeling of pleasure building inside of you as you ride Eddie’s face.

“You’re doing so good for me." He praised. "I want you to come on my mouth before you get to come on my cock a few times…. How does that sound?”

“Mmmmhmmpf,” you managed to nod your head, and your hips continued to grind Eddie’s face. You used his mouth to get off and you finally exploded. That’s all you wanted was to feel good, and Eddie always gave that to you.

“I'm coming!” You cried before yelling out Eddie’s name.

“Good girl.” Eddie kissed your clit once before giving your clit a slight slap making your body jerk, continuing to ride out your first orgasm.

"You want to make Daddy feel good now, don't you?” He asked, and you nodded your head dumbly. You needed to have him feel good and you did, you would give him the world if he asked. “That's it, there's my good girl." He smirked as he sat up to align his angry red cock at your gooey entrance.

“You ready for me?” He asked permission like he always does. And you nodded like you always do, as if you would say no? But if you ever did you knew Eddie would roll right off and cuddle you the rest of the night.

“Words, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I want you to fuck me, Daddy!” you answered.

Eddie could see your eyes were glazed over with lust. He knew he had you in his favourite place. Cock drunk and needy... just for him.

"Daddy is going to fill your pretty little pussy right to the brim and then keep fucking you until you can’t think anymore, that okay with you baby girl?"

“Okay, Daddy.” You let out a shaky breath in anticipation. His words make your pussy flutter once again. His mouth always made you wet in more ways than one.

Eddie took his cock by the shaft and slapped your very sensitive clit a few times with the head before he ran it up and down your slit a few times to collect your slick so he could slip in smoothly but you still winced at the size of him.

"I know, baby girl, Daddy's cock is so big, but you can take it."

“I can.” You countered back.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He is cock slid in without any hesitation. He made it to the hilt, and you finally felt complete. Like a missing piece of you was found.

Eddie slowly pulled back before slowly pumping back into you, gaining speed with each delicious pump. He watched as his thick long cock disappeared inside of you.

“You feel that babydoll? I’m so deep inside you I can see it in your stomach.” He pressed a hand down onto your lower stomach, and you let out a long, drawn out moan.

“Oh god! Fuck right there!” It was like a bolt of lightning ran through you.

“Ohhh oh, oh yes! That’s it squeeze my cock, you’re going to milk me so good” His eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum until you’ve had your fair share.

“Please I’m so close!” The feeling inside you quickly built back up.

“I know, baby. Let go for me.” His hand trailed down to your overly swollen clit. He rubbed quick little circles until he felt your walls clamp down on him. Your body was washed over with another wave of pleasure.

“God you squeeze me so good” he gritted through his teeth. Again refusing to cum until he gave you one more. Eddie pulled out before he could bust inside of you too soon. You let out a cry at the loss of Eddie’s contact. Eddie could see your tight hole closing in on its wild again as he pulled out.

The loss of contact didn’t last long as his thick fingers replaced his cock. He watched intently as his fingers stretched you out once again. They swam in your slick before he brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, babydoll.” He grabbed your jaw to open your mouth and slipped his fingers inside of your mouth. You could taste the mix of you and Eddie on your tongue.

“God, you have the prettiest lips. Can’t wait until they are wrapped around my cock later.” You swirled your tongue around his fingers and hummed. Eddie’s eyes were full of lust as he observed you. You were lost in your own lust, all fucked out and needy. You hardly were processing Eddie’s words.

"Now baby, you're gonna take all of Daddy's cum, and then we are going to make sure it stays in there all night long. Okay? Gotta breed this pussy so good so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned in a daze. The thought of Eddie filling you made your head spin. Having a part of him growing inside you, god, you needed it more than air to breathe.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to manhandle you and flip you over into all fours, and you let out an oomph before you feel his strong hands grip each hip. Your body feels like it’s on fire as his thick cock slams back into your wanton pussy. He then gabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back as your chest falls onto the plush bedding. And then he rides you. He fucks into like there will be no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’ love this needed little pussy, love it so much.” Eddie slammed into you between each word. “Love it ever better when it’s been bread with my cum.”

“Yes!

“You going to let me own this body?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” You cried. His cock was grazing your G spot with each pump. Having eddies cock stretch and pump into you never failed to make you moan.

“Show me what’s mine baby, yea that’s it arch your back for me.” Eddie loved you in this position because it was when you were the most obedient. You were so playable you would do almost anything he asked of you when he had you bend over like this. It was also when you were the loudest without realizing it. All fucked out and cock drunk, not aware of your noises.

“Oh fuck, scream my name! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!” He cheered as he slapped your ass.

“Daddy!!” You scream because your throbbing pussy can’t take anymore. Your third orgasm is washing over you before you know what is happening. Your whole body felt like it was on fire but like you were also floating simultaneously.

Finally, Eddie can breed your pussy. “Gunna fills this pussy” Eddie lets out a loud grunt as he cums inside you. His cock twitches inside of you, releasing his hot sticky cum inside.

Eddie pumps his cock two more times, making sure it stays inside of you before he pulls out.

Your limp body is flopped on the bed, and Eddie pulls you into his chest.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered as you returned to reality.

“I’ll always be here for you, baby girl.” He kisses you sweetly before you spend the rest of the evening in bed.

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hotpinkstars · 2 months

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Can i have eula,kujou sara and navia reacting to their s/o who endured a lot and manages to rise from the ashes time and time again?

-> destruction, a vicious cycle

synopsis -> no matter what, you can never catch a break. being brought down, rebuilding yourself, and being brought down all over again is your cycle of life.

a/n -> my first official request yayyy!! ah i was so happy when i saw this in my inbox because i'm only creative when it comes to drawing i seriously cannot think of anymore prompts..... anyways everybody feel free to send some in fhajdkdkks they'll likely get done by same/next day!! sorry if this was misinterpreted i cannot focus on anything rn and it's been like this for the past few days

warnings -> mentions of injury, reader showing evident signs of wanting to give up, crying, mostly angst

w/c -> 1.3k

eula

she gets that feeling. more or less better than anyone else you know would. considering her horrific past, she would wake up and go into the day blindly, not knowing what there is to come for the next string of long hours. she’s been rejected by monstadts people, by her own family.

so when you express your feelings to her, she gets it. but she’ll still do her best to comfort you anyways.

so, she started paying more attention to the things you do and the interactions you have with people.

the first time she witnessed something was when you had tried oh so hard to gain the trust of the acting grand master, jean, just for it to all crumble down due to a silly rumor that an immature guard decided to spread around the favonius headquarters. it had caused a lot of backlash on your part from the cities residents and from all of the knights and the vision holders that are affiliated with them.

and then, once you regained her trust and worked day and night to get the residents on a good t with you, your family decided to shame you for no reason whatsoever, and bringing another issue you worked to fix for yourself into your life.

it felt rather draining, being unable to catch a break. one thing after another, one day at a time. life felt like a cycle to you at this point.

whether you had a brutal injury in combat and had to work endlessly (or at least to what felt like it) to prove your strength to yourself and the world once more or simply had to regain trust, you were genuinely tired.

so, eula tries to take the burden. at first, she tries to take in entirely, but you both knew that wouldn’t be possible. she wasn’t the one injured, or the one who was mere seconds from being roughly escorted out of the city. she couldn’t necessarily shoulder that without being the one in the position.

but what she could do was allow you to cry and express your emotions to her when you’re in the safety of your own home. you both knew that she wouldn’t turn on you for your life cycle. she was the only person you felt you could genuinely trust at the time and you felt really grateful to have someone as wonderful as her.

she’s been making it much easier for you to live now, and she’ll proceed to do so throughout the rest of the time the world gives you two.

kujou sara

you understood she didn’t have much time to listen and understand what your life is like, and all of the traumatic and upsetting stories that go with your name. she’s constantly out, fulfilling her loyalty to the esteemed shogun and leading over the tenryou commission, and she doesn’t come back until late most nights, if she even does come back. you completely understand what she does and why it’s so important, and she always tries so hard to make you feel loved and that she has time for you.

but you haven’t had that chat about yourself with her yet. and you don’t know when you will.

she first picks up on something being not right when you came home, trying so so hard to fight back tears and nearly failing. you excused yourself to the shower, allowing the tears to spill due to the water muting your cries.

but she knew. she knew something was up, and she wanted to ask you about it, but at this very moment was one of the first times she thought she couldn’t make up the words to confront you. so when she does, it sounds more like a demand then a question. you both knew that it wasn’t supposed to sound that way.

once you told her, she nodded, getting up and making you some tea to try and soothe you. she didn’t try to pressure you into relaxation, or to tell you to be calm. because telling you that would be unfair. she’s not that way, so why should she force you to be?

like eula, she’ll keep a close eye on you sometimes. the first time she witnessed what she had at first thought was your downfall, she tried to keep herself composed as you struggled to get the blade out of your stomach.

it was one hell of a journey to get you back on your feet. not only was this weighing down on you, the thought of disappointing sara or being a burden to her (considering her 5 hour stays at the hospital nearly every single day) haunted you. corrupted your sleep, and corrupted your mind whenever she was helping you through your physical therapy work.

once you were back on your feet, it seemed like another thing after another happened. you were asked so much out of the citizens of inazuma city, and even yelled at, until you snapped at one of them and it was the headline in the papers. even guuji yae looked into it. then again, you worked to build yourself up again.

no matter how vicious the cycle, you knew you always had sara there to support you.

navia

she wasn’t stupid, she knew something was upsetting you, but didn’t want to ask. since the loss of her father she’s learned certain ways to cope, and she just thought you were using your ways to cope, too.

but she realized it was much more than that.

you two had heard rumors of someone going around and pickpocketing people, taking mora. so, considering she wanted to try and solve such a mystery, she asked you if you’d like to accompany her, and you agreed.

the person who did it was a fontaine citizen who had been doing this for years to survive. the woman lived on the streets, occasionally stealing food from food stands when they came out, or threatening cafe owners into giving her what she wanted.

considering the fact that she could be considered mental, she framed you. and you were the one who had to face the repercussions.

thats when navia really started to realize that this wasn’t the first time something this horrible has happened to you, considering your reaction to the whole situation and how you brushed it off whenever she’d bring it up. you had a 4 month sentence in the fortress, and though it used to be something like 4 years, navia made a deal with wriothesley into shortening it due to false accusation.

but once you got out of the prison, it seemed you couldn’t catch a break from tragedies. from things you didn’t even know you were doing to things people made up lies about, you felt that you constantly had to prove yourself to the people of the city, to prove that you weren’t a horrible person whose only interest is stealing peoples things and hurting others.

navia would let you talk for as long as you possibly needed, listening extra hard when you mention some more disturbing topics that you barely got back up from, but managed to anyways. she understood the comparison when you mentioned how it feels like a never ending cycle of devastating events, and how you were tired of always being forced to be the bad guy in situations you didn’t even know were happening half of the time.

she’ll settle your cries with a nice warm hug (if it gets to the point of crying) and makes sure she can help you in any way you need when another one of these incidents happen. she knows she’ll never be able to make it all go away, but she tries to at least make it less of a weight to carry around when you two are together.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #eula #kujou #sara #kujou sara #navia #navia x reader #kujou x reader #kujou sara x reader #sara x reader #eula x reader

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 4 months

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hi okay so idk if your reqs are open rn (if not oops im really sorry) but pls plsplspls could you do svt with a socially exhausted introverted s/o (just coups if not svt) (this is totally not based on me and how absolutely tired i am of social gatherings) please only do it if you are inspired and have time! Dont force yourself!!! Also lysm youre doing great

ABSOLUTELY I will do this for you (also hi very rude of you to call me out like this, i am ur resident socially exhausted/overstimulated introvert gf) but since you brought up cheol I can't stop thinking about it for him and it fits so well! so here you go my lovely!! so: cheol with his socially exhausted s/o, or you can't filter your thoughts when you're peopled out and accidentally tell seungcheol you want to marry him (and maybe have his kids) gn reader, this is all meant to be comforting and cute, there are mentions of gambling at the beginning, pet names are used (baby, honey).

It's seven in the evening and Seungcheol has to settle a bet.

"Sorry guys. It's over." He throws in his cards, tosses some spare bills onto the table, and grabs his coat while the other boys groan.

"You owe me $50," Vernon says in English to Joshua, who shakes his head in disappointment.

Seungcheol decidedly will not be telling you about how the guys had bet how long you'd be able to last at your social engagement before texting him to come get you. Almost nobody had had any faith in you, and Seungcheol privately hoped they were right because you'd been so busy lately and he'd been missing you, but he knew that you'd be grumpy about people betting against you.

He's almost giddy, skipping to his car and humming along to the music as he drives to come pick you up, but that all changes when he sees you. Normally, not even your introverted nature can keep you from lighting up when you saw Seungcheol, but all you can manage is a tired smile and a wave as he pulls up to the curb where you're waiting.

"Hey baby," you call to him as he hops out of the car to open your door. "How was game night?"

"Boring," he says, wrapping you up in a hug, partially because it's true and partially because he knows how guilty you'll feel if he tells you he was enjoying himself and you pulled him away. (Never mind the fact that he'd leave his own presidential inauguration just to pick up a flower you liked.)

Seungcheol feels you slump against him, and he chuckles. "Tired?"

"You have no idea." This has been a busy and demanding work week for you, not to mention that your family recently moved closer to spend more time with you, and while you're very close, your sometimes demanding social battery is drained, leaving you exhausted, more irritable and emotional than normal, and prone to long episodes of dissociation in public. Even now, you can feel yourself begin to tear up. "I'm sorry for stealing you away."

He sighs, exasperated. "Let's get my baby home to rest."

He keeps one of his hands in yours as he drives. "Thanks for coming to get me," you say as you lean against the side of his car.

"Of course, honey," he says, keeping his eyes on the road. "Thanks for calling me."

If there's one thing Seungcheol will always do for you, it's unconsciously erase all of your anxiety around being a burden. It was one of the reasons it was so easy for you to be around him -- you felt so safe with him. He never made you feel like any favor you asked of him was too much, and he always made it seem like such a privilege to love you the way he did, without you ever even having to say anything. It's this thought that has you smiling at his profile, watching him as he drives until he gives you an uneasy look. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply easily. "You're a fine man, Choi Seungcheol."

"Did you drink tonight?" he asks.

You swat his arm. "No, I'm just too tired to filter my thoughts. And my thoughts are saying that you're really pretty."

"You are pretty," he says quietly, smiling to himself. "But thanks."

"You're welcome," you say, settling back into the seat and closing your eyes.

By the time you arrive home, you're feeling calmer and less scattered. After parking in the driveway, Seungcheol comes around the side of the car to open your door again. "Can I carry you inside?" he asks hopefully.

"Now?" He's been asking this since you moved in together. "I'm okay, really."

"You look reeeeeeeeeeeally tired," he begs. "What's the point of all this gym stuff if not to carry you across the threshold of our shared residence?"

"Save it for the wedding night, Seungcheol," you tell him, and then the both of you freeze.

Because really, that is the reason you haven't let him yet. Of course, you hadn't planned on telling him that until much, much later, but once again, your social battery being on 5% has gotten you into trouble.

But Seungcheol doesn't seem worried -- in fact, he seems kind of...proud? "Okay," he says staunchly, his chest puffed out. "I will save it for the wedding night. Amazing idea, baby."

You groan as you take his hand to let him help you out of the car. "Forget I said that."

"Not a chance," he says. "Don't worry though. I know you're tired, so I'll wait until tomorrow to ask you about wedding colors."

"Shut up," you giggle.

Seungcheol ushers you into the house and locks the door behind him, following you into the living room where you collapse on the couch. He laughs at the way your face is smushed into the couch cushions before padding into the bathroom and starting the water. You listen as he bumps around the bathroom, too tired to move your head to look at him, but a few minutes later he comes into the living room and crouches beside your face. "Come on, honey," he says quietly, his eyes overwhelmingly kind.

So you take his offered hand and let him lead you into the bathroom, where there is a candlelit bath with rose petals waiting for you. "Is the water okay?" he asks, a little nervous as you test it with your finger.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

"You're perfect," he says softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your nose. "I'll be waiting in bed for you."

Seungcheol closes the door quietly behind him as he leaves the room. You, for your part, are once again wondering where you found a man like him as you strip down and slip into the warm water, letting yourself fully unwind for the first time in a week.

You stay in the bath for nearly an hour, but it pays off -- you leave feeling much less frazzled and drained. You're still tired, though, and you're sure Seungcheol can see it on your face as you enter your shared bedroom clad in your pajamas, because he opens up the covers he's already under and motions for you to come into his arms.

You comply, nuzzling your head into his chest like a cat with its favorite patch of carpet, and he brings a broad hand up to cradle the back of your neck -- the spot where he knows you get your tension headaches, which he massages for you on days like today.

"Feeling better?" he asks softly, kissing your forehead.

"Yeah," you say. "Thanks."

You just lay there quietly for awhile, relishing the feel of his hand rubbing firm circles into your neck. You appreciate that he refrains from asking about your night, knowing you may need some time to process before you'll be ready to talk about it. But you know he's wondering, so you decide to give him something, even if it's not much. "It was really fun," you tell him. "It's just been a long week."

"I know, baby." He kisses your forehead again. "I'm impressed with you for going and for how long you stayed. And it's good progress that you called me before you got too overstimulated."

You chuckle. "It was either come home or start throwing things and maiming people."

"You made the right choice," Seungcheol says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

The moment is so perfect you want to freeze it in time: this man with his arms around you, in the low light of the bedside lamp, and the way you can just be around him without any demands. Your damaged filter, on the other hand, has other plans. "I don't know what I'll do when our kids just want me to be around all the time," you worry aloud.

Seungcheol's arms tighten around you. "Our kids?" he asks quietly, and you cringe.

"I'm exposing myself majorly tonight," you say.

"No, no, it's alright," he says, obviously trying to conceal how gleeful he is. "This version of you is...something else. I really like it."

"I'm sure you do," you grumble, but you muster the strength to look him in the eye. "Just so long as we're on the same page, I don't really mind you knowing I want to marry you and have your kids."

"We are most definitely on the same page," Seungcheol states firmly, leaning down a bit to kiss you. "I was on that page forever ago, so I'm glad you finally caught up."

And as he kisses you again, you think that as long as you've got him to love you whether or not you're capable of controlling your thoughts, any potential bumps in the road you might experience will be alright.

#seventeen #svt #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fic #svt fanfic #seungcheol #seungcheol comfort fic #seungcheol comfort #choi seungcheol #scoups

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stedefxckingbonnet · 6 months

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So this is gonna be entirely too much info but like. I've fallen into reading your reader x Izzy fics and I LOVE them! I've been going through a hard time with it getting to Christmas and having no family, and the Izzy fics just make me feel lighter. So mostly just thank you thank you thank you!

Now the cheeky bit - is there any way we could get a Male reader x Izzy with a pride and prejudice element. My friend said something about Con O'Neil as Mr Darcy and I damn near swooned. Either like a Colin Firth wet white shirt scene or like anything like the Matthew Macfayden Darcy (The hands! The sopping wet pathetic man!)

If not, that's more than okay! I still love your work so much! And again, thank you so much for it!

Hi, anon! First of all, I completely understand how rough the holidays can be, especially without family around. My heart is truly with you during these times and I hope you can still find joy, peace, and love this winter. If you ever need anything, I am always in your corner. I know I'm just a random writer on Tumblr but I truly do care for you, each and every one of you, for that matter! I'm happy I could even bring you a sliver of joy with my work. Thank you endlessly for reading, and I am sending an abundance of my love your way <3 feel free to message me if you'd like, I'd love to be your friend! My messages are always open, everyone! But if not, that's okay too. I'm just happy to share this with you!

Anyhow, I absolutely lit up at this request—I love Pride & Prejudice! OFMD and P&P intertwining is honestly heavenly, I got so excited to write this that I put a pin on another x reader I was writing (never fear! You will all get this one by the end of the week if finals don't absolutely drain me!). This one is reminiscent of Pride & Prejudice and the vibes it emits, but more so, my own spin on it, as well as twists and turns. Like, Izzy honestly exhibits more of a Lizzie in this one but it's also very clear his actions parallel Darcy. I really, truly hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Lastly, speaking of the holidays, I'm thinking of writing some holiday headcanons for Izzy or a few x readers regarding the holidays with Izzy! So stay tuned for that! Thank you everyone for your everlasting kind words, understanding, patience, and encouragement with my slight delay with writing in the past week.

My Gem | Izzy x Male Reader

Warnings: slight angst, some strong language, slight enemies to lovers, not so in depth research of 1700's aristocracy (even though I'm a damn dramaturg, but we'll look past that for now), made up my first non-canon canon character because just referring to her as "she" felt inhumane, brief mentions of fake suicide note, kissing

Word count: 2324

Thoughts of the first mate of The Revenge were absolutely consuming you. Devouring you alive, plaguing you—you truly couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Oh, yes, you tried. But there was no use. Daydreams would always swirl in your mind and they would only increase tenfold throughout the course of your days.

You were grateful that you at least didn't have to carry the burden of breathing the same air as Israel Hands anymore. You would even collapse being within ten feet of him, let alone seeing him every single day. Your chest ached even at the mere thought of the man.

To say you were confused by his last actions toward you was an understatement. Confused, embarrassed, miserable, even flattered...You couldn't get Izzy Hands out of your head. You couldn't get his hands out of your head...

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"So you really are doing this, then."

"Yes," you nodded. "I am. I don't belong here—"

"You are a damn great pirate," Izzy almost seethed. "I'll be damned if I believe you really want to go back to that...lavish lifestyle."

You looked slightly frantically behind you in hopes that no one heard Izzy's dig at what was about to be your life again. You hesitantly looked back at Izzy, almost biting your lip in disbelief. "I just need to do this."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"What—what else am I supposed to say?"

Silence loomed between the two of you. He nervously fidgeted with the coat that Stede had lent him to disguise himself as an aristocrat. He couldn't wait to toss it back into Bonnet's arms, but he needed this in order to see you off safely, without any suspicions of what you had been up to in your absence from the life you were born into. He knew full well that you were making a mistake, but that you couldn't be convinced of this. His chest ached upon realizing that you wouldn't change your mind, that he wouldn't be able to change your mind.

"Goodbye, Israel."

Instead of responding, Izzy carefully intertwined his fingers with yours as you were about to step up into the carriage. You froze, yet began to melt into his touch, his warmth. You finally met his eyes just as he let go of you, and before you knew it, you were riding off into the distance, Izzy becoming a small speck fading from your sight. Before he began to fade out of view, you caught a glimpse of him flexing his hand by his side as he watched you depart.

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You scoffed as the yellow carnation was pinned to your coat.

"Is something wrong, sir?" one of your dressers inquired, concern washing over his expression.

You almost laughed at such a question, thinking back to all of the late nights you spent studying flowers and their meanings, dying to tell him how this marriage was going to be doomed if you had to wear a yellow carnation. At the last minute, you decided against it, holding your tongue. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room as soon as he finished dressing you. You turned toward the mirror, a frown falling onto your lips upon seeing your reflection. You had never dreaded a coming day like you dreaded tomorrow. Before you could internally lament further, a rhythmic knock was heard from your door. Genevieve—future wife. How delightful. It's not like you dreaded it every time she walked into a room, let alone walked over to your side, and it's not like you could tell she dreaded you all the same.

"Yes. Come in," you sighed, plopping down onto your bed. Only, it wouldn't be your bed anymore—you would share it with her, come tomorrow. Your solitude would be interrupted and put on pause forever.

Genevieve quickly rushed in, making sure to shut and lock the door behind her. She fixed her hair a bit as she did so.

"What is it that you want?" you demanded softly, your brows furrowing.

"Hello to you too," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow—"

"That makes two of us, Genevieve! Finally, something we can agree upon," you laughed, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Will you let me finish?" she crossed her arms without realizing it. Once she had in fact realized, an expression of guilt overcame her as she untwisted herself. A guilt you had never once seen her bear. You sent an apologetic look her way. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, nor the rest of our lives together, but I just wanted to say that you are lovely. I don't hate you. I just hate this."

"I don't hate you either," you sat up carefully, your head sort of spinning as you did so. "Far from it. This is just an...unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes," she agreed, carefully placing herself beside you on the edge of the bed. "You know, I would love you, if you were...there's no way to dance around this. I would love you if you were not a man."

"Oh!" you realized, looking over at her, relief crashing over you. "And I would probably love you if you were not a woman, quite honestly."

Genevieve gasped in delight, wrapping her arms around you as she laughed happily. You couldn't help but smile upon her embrace.

"Who is the lucky woman?" you playfully smiled, nudging her shoulder. You watched intently as you watched the pigment of her face turn rosy.

"Well...we've known each other since we were babies," she sighed happily. "But our families have been dear friends since before we were even conceived. It would never work out."

"Take "never" out of your vocabulary this instant!" you exclaimed, shooting up off the bed and onto your two feet.

"What are you planning?" Genevieve tilted her head.

You rushed over to your desk, filing through all that had piled atop it until you found a quill, some ink, and some parchment.

"We can't say you've run away—no, that would give hope that you're still alive and then you would be seeing wanted posters with your face plastered across trees anywhere you go," you sighed. "No. We'll fake your death instead. And you'll run away tonight."

Genevieve bit her lip concernedly. "Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm certain," you assured her. "Are you able to communicate this plan to your love before midnight?"

"Yes, she is coming to the rehearsal dinner tonight and I'm sure we'll sneak off to the gardens," she nodded.

"Wait—is that why you and Alice go there every time—"

Genevieve's hands flew up to her face, covering it as she giggled.

"My goodness!" you couldn't help but share the laughter. "Wow. I am not surprised, honestly."

"What about you?"

"Have I ever snuck off to a garden to—"

"No!" Genevieve rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you love another?"

"I..." you sighed. "Well, it's complicated."

"I've got time."

"I'm kind of upset with him at the moment. And I'm not sure how he feels about me. And I didn't realize I love him until after I left—"

"One thing at a time!" Genevieve tilted her head back to laugh. She place a hand on your shoulder. "Why does he have you upset?

"He held my hand before I left." you admitted, staring out the window as you spoke. Most days, you would have the curtains closed in order to mask the view of the ocean, as it would only bring you feelings of sorrow and regret.

"And you really question how he feels for you?!"

"Well, he's not like us," you frowned. "Believe me, I'm glad he's not. Though I just don't think he understands what a touch of the hand means to someone like me."

"You may come from different worlds with different values and rules, but holding hands is still an expression of affection wherever you come from," Genevieve pointed out.

"He did wear a fancy ensemble just to see me off safely..."

Once again, Genevieve's laughter filled the room. "You are blind!"

"It's just hard to tell with him!" you protested, laughing along with her. "He's hard to read. He's...very easily irritated."

"Is he like that when he's with you?"

"Less so, but yes," you shrugged. "He is a complicated man."

"But his feelings for you are apparent."

"My god, I need to go!"

"Yes, you do!" she encouraged you, patting you on the back.

"I can't right away. I have to get in contact with someone first, and if both you and I are found missing or dead by morning, it's going to be terribly suspicious—"

"You will find a way. I know it," she assured you. "Let's go and oversee the menu for tonight. I'm starved."

You laughed as she jokingly linked arms with you, leading you out into what you were about to leave behind once again.

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All had gone according to plan—you saw Genevieve and Alice off safely, and falsely mourned your fiancée the next day, and for only a few days after before Stede caught wind of your message. As soon as he had, you scurried to the beach, only bothering to bring a few possessions with you. You hadn't even bothered to leave a note—nothing attached you to the aristocratic life anymore. For good this time.

"Captain!" you exclaimed, almost out of breath. "Thank you. I'm so, so sorry."

"No need to apologize to me," Stede assured you warmly. "Believe me, I get it."

"I wish you warned me—"

"Oh, you wouldn't have listened," he teased. "I do regret having done the same thing you had, but if I hadn't, I never would have gotten closure with Mary and bade farewell to that side of me fully. You had to do the same."

"And you and Blackbeard—he forgave you?"

"We're working on it," Stede laughed. "He has, mostly."

"Do you think Izzy will ever forgive me? How is he?"

"Go see for yourself," Stede suggested kindly. "He's on watch tonight. I'll be in my quarters should you need anything at all."

Before you could thank him again, he vanished into the darkness. You smiled, though you could have swore your heart stopped upon the sight of Izzy Hands. You almost choked on the breath you had taken before gaining the courage to waltz over to him. Before you knew it, you were beside him once again. Izzy jumped upon sensing your presence.

"Jesus fuck," Izzy mumbled.

"Hello to you too."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Izzy, I'm happy to see you too!"

"I'm serious—what the fuck? You just up and leave and then you're back. Is this some sort of pattern? How long will your stay be this time, perhaps only a day, maybe two—"

Without much thought, you found your fingers laced between his once again. Izzy's train of thought stopped in its tracks and all he could focus on now was the feeling of warmth that had been yanked away from him ever since you left, and that now, it had been restored. A warmth he thought he would never get to experience again, nor experience at all. Whenever he spent countless days and hours reminiscing upon it, he scolded himself, convincing himself that he should be grateful he got to feel that at least once in his life. It was one more time than he ever expected he would feel it. It should have been enough, but it wasn't even close. His heart began beating out of his chest—what was this feeling he couldn't quite place? He knew it all too well and he was tired of pushing it down to drown. Eventually, you softly removed your hand, and you noticed Izzy's hand flex by his side once again.

"Did it mean something to you? When you held my hand before I left."

"I was giving you a boost onto your ride," he shrugged it off, turning away in hopes that the darkness would hide his smile.

"Right," you laughed. "Izzy, seriously. I have been going crazy. Every single day, wondering if you ever understood what such a gesture meant to me or if it meant absolutely nothing to you."

"Of course it meant something to me, dammit," Izzy sighed. "You are such a fool if you thought for a second that it didn't."

You laughed breathlessly, relief overcoming you instantly as you pressed your forehead against his. The way the moonlight shone upon his face made him even more breathtaking, even more earth-shatteringly beautiful. You couldn't believe what your eyes were allowing you to see, and you couldn't believe how warm you'd felt. You almost swore you'd never shiver once again. Your lips softly grazed his forehead before you pressed another kiss upon his cheek, before resting your forehead against his once again, your eyes fluttering shut, butterflies flying around in your stomach as you reached for his hands once again.

"Mark my words. I will never, ever leave again—"

"Shh," Izzy gently whispered against your lips. "We can talk about it later."

"Later," you nodded gently as finally, your lips collided. Your heart did pirouettes as your lips danced against one another's. In the darkness of your vision, you caught a glimpse of your future aboard The Revenge, with Izzy. You had never seen so clearly, until now, that you had finally found the place you were meant to be after denying it for so long. You had found your family and your lover, and they were all gathered in the same place. This was a luxury that would always beat the fancy balls you attended, the gold-laced coats you wore upon your back, the gems you were gifted often. Izzy was your gem, and he made your life shine brighter than it ever had.

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Y/N danvers feels like a burden to her sisters so she packs her stuff out of the apartment she is living with Alex and goes away. There is a big search for her until Lena finds her and talks to her.

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You were tired of sitting on the shoulders of your sisters, they had enough to handle and create in their lives than to babysit you so you decided to put an end to it and leave.

The most important things already packed in a suitcase, you stood at the door of the shared apartment of your eldest sister and you looked around one last time. The times in which you had spent on the couch and watched caustic movies that the redhead really wanted to see, your bedroom that you both designed the way you always wanted it to be before you moved in and all the chaotic moments where the color of the walls landed on your faces instead of on the wall.

You do think that all the laughter that had accumulated over the years was still in the walls, you could still hear them so clearly with every single memory. All these and many other wonderful moments went through all the synapses of your brain before you decided to close the door one last time without ever opening it again.

"Goodbye".

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Exhausted and completely drained from the working day, the DEO agent was happy to be home again and to enjoy a nice rest of the evening with you. But as soon as she walked through the door, she was gripped by an uncomfortable cold and terrible silence she didn't knew.

It felt weird.

The living room she was looking at was swept empty; small personal things of you that always flew around here, pictures with you together that were on the dressers were gone.

Like you've been erased from her life.

An uneasy feeling in her stomach area and the panic that rose in her, let her jacket and her purse, which hung over her arm, fall on the ground. Several times she called your name but when there was no answer to her question just an echo, she walked the last few steps to your room and threw the door wide open. There wasn't a single thing to find that made you stand out - just insignificant stuff.

Panicked, the redhead ran through every single room of the apartment to find a clue about where you were and what had led you to just vanish. While she had also searched the bathroom for you in vain, she walked into the kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. "Come on, Kara. Damn it."

Leaning out of breath against the kitchen counter and nervously tapping the marble area with her index, middle and ring finger at irregular intervals, she listened to the annoying beeping stopping before it turned into her sister´s bright voice. "Alex, what is it? I have an important meeting coming up."

"Y/n is gone."

The agent heard the blonde shift in her chair, concerned about the choice of words, while she cleared her throat to give herself time for a moment´s thought. "What do you mean she's gone? Maybe she's down at the coffee shop doing her-" but Kara did not get the chance to finish her sentence. Alex had interrupted her, knowing what her sister was about to say.

"No Kara. Her things.." Alex hit the counter with her balled fist. Her pent-up energy from work and the growing concern for the youngest Danvers drained through her. "They´re all gone. As if she never lived here."

Kara´s jaw dropped. She got up from her seat at the desk in no time and quickly left the office to fly to the scene where her troubled sister was already waiting for her. Before the blondes feet hit the floor, words started to nervously spill out of the redheads mouth. "Look, all her things.. Gone."

Kara bit her lip and adjusted her glasses. Alex had not brought her here unnecessarily, the apartment was completely empty from your stuff and there was no sign of you.

"This note is the only thing that´s left." the eldest whispered in a low voice and pointed to the place where it was laying. Kara´s worried gaze shifted from Alex to the dresser she was standing a few inches away from. She walked towards it, took the red envelope in her hands and moved towards the couch where she sat on the armrest.

Looking at the envelope and reading her name and that of her sister in block letters, she opened it with shaky hands, took out the piece of paper and began to read it. And all of a sudden it went really quiet in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

Kara looked up from the paper in her hand to the redhead who had now sat down on the floor and had her legs pulled tight to her chest. Both of them had tears running down their cheeks and both could not believe that you just left like that. Alone without saying goodbye.

Haven´t you three always been a team?

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Shivering from the cold and huddled up to escape the wind, you crouched down by the water near a tree, trying no to stand out or make a sound.

It was relatively quiet in your favorite spot and while it was not safe for you to sit here alone in the dark, the water lapping at the shore brought a soothing sound and calmed the unknown within you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you did not notice the figure slowly creeping up at you, not before the dark, familiar voice spoke your name out loud and it´s shadow grew steadily beside your form. You startled and immediately jumped to your feet. You were ready to run and not look back, your fight or flight mode kicking in, but you calmed down relatively quickly when you understood who exactly was standing in front of you. "Your siblings are worried sick."

"How did you find me?" you whispered and slumped your shoulders in frustration.

Lena stood in front of you. Tall and broad-shouldered, her hands buried in the pockets of her black coat-full of strength yet graceful and charming. Her long, dark hair lay loose over her shoulders, her ears keeping the strands from falling over her face in the wind. Her clothes were simple and not elegant as usual; jeans, a blouse, cuddly ankle boots and a flowing, long coat.

"Remember when you told me that you found a place here in National City that at night looks like the water reflects the whole galaxy?" her voice was deep and warm but had a subtle rasp in it. She looked at you, her emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight and a small smile occupying her lips.

You said nothing and turned your back to her to avoid seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Slowly, you sat down in the spot by the tree you had left in terror and leaned your knees against your chest while throwing flat rocks into the water; starting to hit more waves into it. "Talk to me, honey."

You exhaled deeply and smiled painfully. Crouched, legs drawn up, you just sat there with your arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. You struggled with your thoughts, trying to tell her everything. Words would not make your feelings better, you learned that the hard way. "There is nothing to talk about."

"You know lying won´t work in my presence, honey," the head of L-Corp stepped closer to you and sat down on the cold floor next to you. Wrapping her coat tightly around her body, she cleared her throat before speaking again. "No matter what you tell me, it stays with me. I promise."

"Alex and Kara are so busy with the DEO, Supergirl and CatCo," you swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously. Your eyes were focused on the water, surveying every wave that hit the shore while tears started to well up in your eyes. "I feel like a burden on top."

Lena looked at you with her head tilted to the left, considering your statement for a moment and sighed heavily. She had already figured out the reason for your disappearance when she got Kara´s desperate call for help and now she had confirmation of her suspicion.

"You know that is not the case. They both love you more than anything on this planet."

"Sometimes I think it would be better for both of them if I was not here." you replied in a whisper. You found it difficult to say and talk about it but it was the truth after all. For weeks you have been imagining whether Alex and Kara would have a happier an much simpler life if you were not here with your illnesses to care for. "I am just annoying. They worry about me when they work and take care of me when they get home. They do not have time for themselves or for love because they are busy with me. Doctor visits, hospitalizations, administration of painkillers.."

The black-haired did not say anything and listened to you carefully. Her hand wandered between your shoulder blades, drawing soothing circles on your back before her hand finally came to rest on your shoulder and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Do not say that, please." she took the word as it got pretty quiet between both of you; the only sound there could be heard were cars in the background. "Your sisters are so lucky to have you and would not trade you for anything in the world, would not want to change a single trait in you. You are perfect the way you are. For all of us."

In her voice, you could recognize the seriousness of her words and your tears almost pushed to the surface. You did not want her to have an outburst of emotion, it was bad enough that you did even drawn attention to yourself again.

You scratched your arm nervously and looked down at your knees. "But.." you felt a huge lump in your throat and your voice broke. She shook her head frantically and pulled you even closer as she watched the tears run down your face.

You quickly hid your face in your hands. She gently brushed her hand a few tangled stands from the sides of your face and she leaned over your bend form to rest her head on your back, giving you to the maximum of support and affection she could offer you.

"I do like you to know that I am always here, if you ever want to talk" she whispered to you as you let out your thawed emotions in her arms. "But please do not ever run from us ever again."

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Nico di Angelo; Your shadow side

Soapy scribbles: As the title may suggest, this reading is a little dark and full of terrors. Be mindful of this before you read, and judge for yourself whether or not now is a good time to explore the dark. You can always come back later, or never, so fret not if you need to run away and hide. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Triggered by SkyDxddy

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, do you feel like Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders to keep your near and dear safe and sound, whilst toying with the thought of dropping those burdens and crushing them like ants, berating them for taking you for granted? The mental load you take on leaves you feeling so capable, yet frustrated with all who by comparison appear foolish and incompetent. You think highly of yourself, but like a flick of a switch you crumble on the shower floor crying for mercy, sending prayers down the drain because yours is a life of the ivory tower and the free fall from it, repeated like a cruel joke stuck in an inescapable loop. He loves me, he loves me not, except you count petals of your own self-worth. You're a genius, you're an idiot. Gorgeous and sweet, vile and grotesque.

You're opinionated, well-read, and seemingly surrounded by imbeciles, yet a silver tongue so easily gets tied as you fear mistakes. Trauma has left you paranoid. Do you fear retaliation? The avalanche triggered by a little hiccup, which buries you, encasing your mistake forevermore, so that shame is to you what the smile is to Mona Lisa and the whole world may gawk and point and laugh and dissect and analyse and theorise centuries from now about how you, a fool, screwed up once and that once was enough to destroy the perception of you which you so carefully tried to protect.

Houdini, you vanish like ashes to the wind, yet crave to be seen and heard and felt and touched. Rejection frightens you, so you perfect the art of care and service. Who could reject a helping hand? What then, when it is never reciprocal, nobody texts you first, unless of course they need something from you? Then you writhe as the anger in your veins burn. Your surface calm hides riptides threatening to grab and pull traitors out to sea to drown. Unable to express your darkest feelings, you've made a name for yourself for your serenity, yet beneath the surface you have been screaming your whole life. Would it kill them to ask you how you are and make space to truly receive the honest answer? You feel like an imposter, a charming attendee at a masquerade who's on a wanted poster for the crimes you commit inside your head at the slightest inconvenience.

02.

Shufflemancy: (S)aint by Marilyn Manson

Everything is perfect, and what isn't must be made so. You do not take shortcuts, you do not round up or down. Like a surgeon your precision is immaculate, but the scalpel cuts deep and swift and you are full of marks of real and imagined flaws and failures you tried to surgically remove. Impossible are the only standards that you know. Enough is not a word in any language that you speak. There is always something you could have done better. As though you were born into a fixer-upper, you became an architect, drawing up careful plans of grandure, which you construct from the rubble. Yet every tile eventually cracks, the paint chips and the hardwoodwood scuffs, so you tear everything back down to ruins and begin anew. You are forever under construction, and always on a tight schedule and low on resources, and never in a million years could you hire a lending hand. Because only you dance with perfection, only you know its touch, and nobody else should get their grubby little hands on fragile things that they'll just break.

You wish so earnestly to be seen. To shine beautifully and be admired by all, but in your paralysing fear of judgement you hide away. To perfect your reflection, your craft, to stride forth with books atop your head with enviable grace. One day you'll show 'em, you say, though you know that you're both the captive of the tower and the beast that guards it. You tell yourself you must earn your keep in the kingdom, unable to rest because the list of things to do is never-ending and replenishes like clockwork, a task done only invites another.

Yet from this tower you gaze upon the crowds, green with envy for their ability to let life happen without white-knuckling the reins. To swim with the current, not against it. And those lucky few, to whom things, a struggle to you, comes with such ease? You could burn them at the stake, and perhaps have in your mind, but this fleeting image invisiblen to all, as through gritted teeth and throbbing jaw and knotted neck, all illusioned into a bright, proud smile, you're the first to stand and give ovation for the achievements of others. Then you slip away from their awfully bright light, into the shadows to scream and cry and punish yourself for not fitting into their shoes. And when they stumble and fall? From the shadows nobody can see your Chesire grin of malice. Which, of course, only adds yet another flaw, another crack in need of mending. Because oh, to be free of this never-ending waltz with self-loathing and misplaced blame, and be whole and happy within yourself and uplift others without walking barefoot on glass doing so.

03.

Shufflemancy: Nobody praying for me by Seether

Peter Pan, won't you grow up? You scrunch your nose and grimace at the very thought. You're capable and incapable baked into a concoction of leftovers at the month's end. Tired and done with the judgement of those you, dripping with sarcasm, call better folks. The naysayers nagging and sticking their noses into businesses none of theirs. Yet at the same time you feel lost and without direction. A free bird in flight, soaring across glimmering seas, with no place to land. Inertia, both an enemy and a lover, lulls you so easily into breadcrumb trails full of wonderful distractions. Only to then strike down the facade of the snow globe dreamscape as it falls and shatters on the floor, leaving you to pick up the pieces and cut your hands on the shards.

Mountains of unfinished projects and tasks lay before you, and no beaten path or compass exists for you to rely on. Alarms and memos blaring, screaming your name and calling you a failure with every ring. Everything done last minute or not at all. Feeling helpless and dependent on others for assistance as the world comes crumbling down seemingly weekly. You point to people, circumstances, the planets and the stars, looking for a scapegoat as you flee from guilt and shame in this horrid cycle you feel unable to escape. To admit you could have had more forethought would be to allow the world to place the dunce hat on your head. To never again be taken seriously. You look away, you run, from the consequences of your own actions and inactions. Hiding under a blanket like a child, certain no monster can see you if you can't see them.

The fear of missing out lurking in your peripheral like a predator waiting for its chance to pounce the second you feel as though your peers are so far ahead of you as you run the race of life with your laces tied together like a cruel joke. What did you do so differently to not deserve guidance, where is your coach, your safety network? You're standing outside in the cold winter watching families in their warm dining rooms making merry, wondering if they'd spare you a slice of bread if you knocked on the door. But the discomfort of cold knuckles against cold hard wood or fingers on a frozen knocker keeps you walking, talking to the streetlights who'd never judge you. Your constant need to justify yourself, explain every word you said which seemingly always fails to land on the tarmac. Every project takes flight but crash lands, and the whole world seems to gather to investigate and scrutinise your pilot error. And you're angry, so frustrated you could cry and wish only to raise your voice, scream in the face of judgement and close their airways. Tell them it isn't fair, that they're all lucky and have no idea what it's like to live life on hardmode, to be ridiculed and reduced to the butt of a joke, forced to serve as the archetypal fool and assumed you'll never amount to anything. Yet you fear your own shadow, certain it could overpower you because it sees what nobody else sees and knows the truth of your neglect and envy and endless chase of the highs at the cost of your desires which need the care and attention you can't give them.

#pac reading #nico di angelo #energy reading #tarot reading #intuitive reading #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a card #pick a picture #tarotblr #soapy.post

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danger-noodle-uwu · 1 year

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𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Genre: Smut/fluff-kinda/soulmate-au/MDNI/

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Trigger warning(s): oblivious af reader/Dainsleif's frustration level 1000/fluff-smut/slight angst/

Warning/s: reader has a vagina/vaginal-sex/praising/squirting/breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy/reader is a virgin/mutual pining/love-bites/kind of breast play/slight dacryphilia/breeding?/semi-public?/not-proofread/

Summary: You and dainsleif are great friends truly but also two idiots in love or more likely—you're too oblivious to his feelings and even your own. However, the dam of emotions breaks when he sees a certain cavalry captain flirting with you and this time he's sure to show his love much clearer to you and his love is surely much softer than you'd expect.

Request: @stygianoir

A/n: This is low-key just dainsleif being in love with an idiot reader, it's too wholesome for a smut or so it felt like while writing this. Also, Yay I'm not dead!, I'll try to post more often but lately everything has been a lot mentally draining. Also reblogs and comments and likes are deeply appreciated!! Bonuz idontknowhowtowritesmut♡︎♡︎

It was common for you and dainsleif to go around the cityscape of monstadt; a walk with your hand in his as if you were an old couple. He's always looked grumpy when having to socialize while there was an pout on his face if your eyes glance at another person, not really caring whether it be female or male. But it still never penetrated through that shell of innocence and obliviousness that always ignored his advances.You never seemed to get the hint.

It was purely frustrating not just for him but also for kaeya. He's known of dainsleif's little crush and of how oblivious you can be. It practically irritated him more than the one head over heels for you. On certain days when that old overwhelming agony comes back to Dainsleif in the form of nightmares to haunt him and you completely taking his affection as platonic does rub salt in the wound.

It makes him reconsider if he should ever dare confess and burden you with his feelings. Perhaps, it may be as the past suggested however, the moment your lips tug upwards into a smile with small wrinkles around your eyes, his heart melts in his chest and the familiar feeling of butterflies starts blooming in his stomach.

You, on other hand, were more oblivious than a literal sheep and felt always happy and content in his warm hugs. Inexperienced; that would be the best word to explain your being. You knew He loved you but didn't realize it was far from platonic. So, whenever he'd kiss the back of your hand or get you flowers would always end with him being the best-est friend ever! Even though you too had feelings for him, you still didn't know if he liked you back! Gosh, the sheer awkwardness of that situation is terrifying--Also, if he didn't like you then your friendship would be doomed. Honestly, you don't want lose him either. What a great friend you are!

"Why do you avoid and ignore me?" Dainsleif couldn't help the feeling of envy as he watched from afar the blue-haired man flirt with you. He doesn't understand this burning sensation in his chest, it isn't like how he usually feels on seeing you. You didn't know what Kaeya's trying but it's really embarrassing and funny at the same time. So you just played along.

"Hehe, I would never!" You playfully smacked his bicep while he continued somewhat gossiping about random people that you probably don't remember. Do you even realize what he's suggesting? Of course, you don't. You are too busy being a dumb bunny!

He tries waving to you, staying far from the crowd yet somehow you still ignore him and not notice him. It brings a frown to his face meanwhile smiling at that smug captain, who is always so full of himself.

"Kaeya, I have to go now...see you later!" You bid him goodbye as quick as you could without making suspicious than it already was.

"Take care, my darling. Afterall we wouldn't want you tripping and falling for me." He replied, now much more focused on the wine; the blonde grabbed your wrist as soon as you were out of the crowd. He dragged you outside the city walls; his grip was quite tight which made you scared and the fact he dragged you to the other side of the wall didn't help.

"W-w-wait! What happened?" You almost shrieked out as he pushed you against the cold brick barrier; it did hurt your back a little but the way he was hovering over you while caging you with resting his arms on either sides of your head.

"Oh, I wonder what happened! And I DOUBT it's related to the man you were speaking with beforehand!" He wasn't yelling but not quiet either. However, instead of answering him, you chose to wipe the tears that escaped without him realizing. Why did he become sad over you talking with kaeya, who was just joking around. Maybe you were spending so much time with kaeya and he felt like you don't care about him anymore.

As if reading your mind, Dainsleif lets out a frustrated sigh;

"No, I love you more than a friend. That's why I'm upset, I do not like you acknowledging other's advances and ignore my own for such. I just...don't wish to lose you like everything else." His forehead rests on yours as a few stray tears escape his eyes and land on your cheeks.

Was your heart pounding? Yes. Were you going to scream? Possibly. Did you love him back? Absolutely. There was heat spreading across your cheeks and tears stung your eyes. Everything was just how little children would describe a fairytale of sorts. He was your prince and you were his princess.

"Tell me do you feel the way I do? Do you yearn for me as well? I know it may sound selfish but please let me be greedy enough to know what you feel about me..?" Tears stung your eyes as the blush on your face grew redder meanwhile he stood there on the verge of breakdown, now starting to distance himself from you.

Arms crossed and tears wiped away, he awaited your response. You could swear you felt a crack in your chest when he moved away from you.

"It's not that I don't like you...–ijustdidntthinkyouwouldactuallyloveme" you squeaked embarrassed as the tears flew freely from those pretty doe eyes Dainsleif adored while your hand reached and gripped his in yours.

"You love me..?" His tone showed unsure he was and how he thought you would have any romantic feelings for him. Perhaps, he was wrong afterall...

Maybe he does deserve love, affection and such other wonderful things in this cruel world of teyvat.

"I love you..." you whispered feeling overwhelmed when his eyes passionately stared back at yours. He softly tugged a loose strand of hair behind your ear as if fearing this moment will end soon but the pounding in his heart forced him to lean in for something else. A kiss of love and desire for each other; he isn't only charmed by your body however your soul which longed for his.

His lips dancing against yours in a perfect rhythm as all things around you seemed frozen in place and his long-slender fingers traced your whole being in a gentle manner while your hands found themselves latching onto his shoulder and intertwining in his hair to urge him to kiss you more even though you were flustered and blushed like a cherry.

"Mmph-!!♡♡" you moaned as he bit your lower lip to allow his tongue to explore the wet cavern and toy with yours in a perfect sync while his hands resting around your waist pulled you closer to him.

His lips were roughly attacking yours now as if he was hungry for centuries but had to break the make out session and panted like you did; whose heart thrashed in their chest however unlike you, he recovered soon as well.

"Can I..?" He seeked consent before proceeding on to remove each garment that hid your beauty from him and his eyes yet still you felt shy and unexperienced under his gaze despite there was smile that wanted to crawl on your face.

"Mmphmmm—!!♡♡" the moans that fell from your lips were akin to a melodious song to him as his digits toyed with your clit and teased your hole which was desperate for his attention. After seeing your naked body before him, he couldn't help the urge to let himself loose and to fuck you dumb however for that you should be well prepped and that's exactly what he's doing yet the tight confines of his pants makes him wanna reconsider it.

"Aahhhh!D-dain~♡♡!!" Your sweet whimpers in his ears are really driving him insane as his finger move to fill your tight pussy; one by one plunging into your hole and abusing that one spot until you're shaking and crying for him to let you cum.

"It's okay...you can cum, baby~" He coos in your ear as he increases the pace of his fingers that diving in and out of your dripping cunt while his other hand plays with your tits; playfully tugging at the sensitive buds.

He completely praises you through your orgasm and finger-fucks you through it as your juices dripped from his hands to his thigh; wetting the smooth fabric and of course in your pleasure he forgot completely about the throbbing in his pants that was growing painful.

"Aaah~♡♡!! Dain--want you soo baddd!!♡♡" you blabbered after completely loosing every self restraint and shame you ever had in your body; wanting him to fuck you until you're screaming his name, cumming for him over and over like his dumb bunny that you are as his cock wrecks your insides.

Dainsleif groans in response to your sultry request and obliges to do the same; first freeing his thick veiny cock from its confines and giving it a few pumps as his pants rested at his ankles. His size alone intimidated you that whether he was gonna fit in you or not and thought of him fucking you raw had you dizzy in his hold.

"A-are you sure it's gonna fit?" Anxiety seeped in your veins; his cock aligned to your sensitive hole as you twitch in his hold. Dainsleif on the other hand was more than sure it would fit inside you perfectly as he groans into your ear while his hot breath fanned over the love bites littering your collarbone.

"It's gonna fit, just relax and look at me...I love you, y/n~" He coos before thrusting his cock into your needy pussy while you practically scream at the sudden intrusion. Though the feeling was new, it still wasn't painful like you thought it'd be and another string of moans leaves your tongue praising him, saying infinite 'I love you's while gently caresses your cheek before pulling out and thrusting himself into you again.

"Y-you're so tight! S-so good!♡♡!" He was too drunk at how your pussy desperately squeezed him and sucked him in with each thrust. He loved to touch your skin, caress it lovingly while you were lost moaning his name like mantra stuck on your lips.

He pulls you into another feverish kiss as his thrusts grow faster and harder; making sure he's abusing that one spot that'll have you seeing the stars making you whine against his lips. His one hand rushes to rub your clit furiously as tears stung your eyes. The knot in your stomach felt way more intense this time; so close to exploding while your beloved is chasing after his own high.

"D-dain! 'M so close~♡♡!" You beg with tears flowing out of your doe innocent eyes and drool that trailed down your abused lips; he couldn't help but groan at the sensual sight of how beautiful you looked with your whole body shaking as you squirt over his cock while the tip of it is busy in kissing your cervix, a vulnerable but cute mess all because of him.

He's so focused on painting your walls white with his cum and making sure that you're taking all of it well and maybe you'd end up pregnant with his child.

The idea of you with swelled belly carrying what he's giving you makes his head spin while you're completely fucked out too drunk on his cock that is literally fucking you into oblivion until a few moments when his thrusts grow sloppier and he finally cums inside, shooting his cum into your womb. He moans your name over and over the same you're crying out his.

"Iloveyou!iloveyou!iloveyou~~♡♡" breathless confessions leave your mouth as you shut your eyes tight at the sensation of his hot cum filling you up while he pulls out, panting from the session you just had. He kiss you one last time before laying you on the grass and wearing his pants before grabbed your clothes to dress you even though he was tempted not to; continuing such a...lewd act where anybody could walk into him ramming himself in and out of your pussy wasn't a good idea despite the thrill you both got from it.

"I love you too~" He whispers as he takes you into his arms, hugging you protectively and pecking your lips.

"Mmhhm~~I wanna sleep..." you spoke already on the verge of passing out because of how comforting and warm his embrace felt.

"And I'll be here with you in your dreams~" He murmurs out this to assure you that he'll be here forever by your side no-matter how hard things may get; he will always be yours and maybe, one day he'd have the courage to slide that ring on your finger to finally seal your fates together. Something he's always wished for.

A mark on the wrist; screaming his name and his life to be intertwined with yours.

Afterall, you both are the two stars belonging to the same destiny where your light will cure every drop of the darkness he carries and in return, he'll swear you to be his God, his one and only true desire and the sole meaning to his existence while only three words echo in the distance.

I love you.

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Okay I have one. How about mirio, izuku, and bakugou (separately) finding out their s/o had been going back to therapy again and didn't tell them. Like they used to be in therapy years ago but seemed to have "gotten better" but still ended up back in therapy. That's kinda how it's goin'.

I miss therapy tbh, sure it was very draining mentally, but it helped me so much. I still have counseling once a month but it’s not really intensive therapy like I used to have almost five years ago. I could use some more frequent therapy again tbh. This is again on the more hopeful and comfort rather than angsty side. In their twenties and living together I guess. I decided to put Deku and Mirio under the cut, so check there if you want to read them

~Bakugou Katsuki~

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me!? I feel like I’m entitled to know when my partner isn’t doing well, so how about you don’t keep things like this from me?!” Bakugou growled in a very annoyed tone.

“It’s just therapy, Katsuki, it’s no big deal” you tried to argue back, but he wasn’t having it.

“It’s just therapy” my ass, there’s a fucking reason you’re going there. No one goes to therapy without a reason, especially not someone with your mental health history” he ranted.

Bakugou was incredibly pissed, mostly at himself. He had noticed you’d been a bit more shut off recently, and he hated himself for not having noticed how bad you were truly feeling.

“You could use some damn therapy yourself” you muttered under your breath.

For a moment Bakugou looked like he was about to start raging at you, but he just exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

“Fine, fine… You’re probably right about me needing therapy but we’re not talking about me right now. Could you just please tell me what made you go back to therapy, so I can maybe fucking help?” he said more calmly.

“I… I just wasn’t feeling like myself, at least no like my good self. The intrusive thoughts, anxiety and depression were getting bad again, so I figured I’d nip it in the bud before it got really bad” you shrugged.

“So why wouldn’t you just tell me?”

“I guess I just didn’t want you to think I’m weak. I’ve been doing well for such a long time and I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” you said, trying to sound unbothered.

“Babe, you’re one of the strongest people I know. You’ve gotten through so much shit on your own, but you’re not alone anymore, so don’t act like you are”

That got you to go quiet. He was right, you weren’t alone anymore, you hadn’t been for a while now.

“And if I’ve got any say in it, you’re never gonna be alone again” Bakugou added, stepping towards you and pulling you into a hug.

You were so darn close to tearing up but you fought the feeling to the best of your ability. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, grasping the back of his shirt and burying your face to his shoulder.

“Just fucking talk to me too, okay? I’m always here for you and I want to know first hand if you’re not doing well” he said, hugging you tighter.

“Thank you” you mumbled into the shoulder of his shirt, trying to hold back tears.

~Mirio Togata~

You’d decided to go back to therapy, without telling Mirio. You had been doing well for such a long time before this, but since things had started to go downhill, you had decided to get some help.

You weren’t really sure why you hadn’t told Mirio, maybe you wanted him to keep believing you were doing well and that he didn’t have to worry about you. Maybe you just felt like if you got better quick, he would never need to know about your little slump.

You didn’t want to burden him with your problems, since he had so many other things going on. He had just taken over the former Nighteye hero agency and was busy with all the new applications and the new recruits. Mirio was going to work early and coming home later and later every day.

Mirio felt bad about working so much, so he had arranged himself a free afternoon, so he could surprise you with a nice dinner. He really wanted to make up for basically only being home to sleep for the past month or so.

He came home at around two in the afternoon. You weren’t home, as he expected, you still had an hour before your work ended after all. You were usually home at about half past three, so he had time to make a shopping list and hit the grocery store for the dinner ingredients.

Half past three came and went though and you were nowhere to be seen. When the clock hit four, he decided to call you. You didn’t answer and his text had also gone unread.

“Damn” he muttered.

Mirio wasn’t exactly worried yet, but he was getting there. He decided to start the dinner preparations to keep his mind off of the whole thing. You were just running late, that was surely it.

You’d gone to therapy straight after work. It started at half past three and would end at five, since it was a double session.

When the session ended, you checked your phone. There was a missed call from Mirio and a message as well. The message was asking if you were okay, and if you were running late coming home.

You didn’t realize why he would ask those things since you assumed he would be late at work again. But while you were walking home, you realized he must have been at home.

“Why did he have to do this today?” you sighed and shook your head.

You decided not to answer his text since you were close to home anyway and it wouldn’t take you long to get there.

You hesitated for a moment when you got to the front door. You would have to tell Mirio where you’d been, or to come up with an exceptionally good excuse. You sighed and put the key in the clock, twisting it open.

The moment you got the door open, you were hit with an amazing scent of food. Of course he’d cook for you, he usually did on his days off.

“Hey” you greeted as you shut the door behind you.

“Hey babe” Mirio said, peeking his head out through the wall of the kitchen. “Where have you been?”

“Therapy” you said nonchalantly as you hung your jacket on the hanger.

“Oh?” you could hear the surprise in his voice as his face disappeared back through the kitchen wall, and he soon walked around the corner.

“Yeah…”

“How long have you been going?” he asked.

“About a month now” you said.

“Is there a reason you didn’t want to tell me?”

“I… don’t really know” you sighed. “The food smells amazing, could we maybe just eat?” trying to worm your way out of the conversation.

“Sure, but I would like to know why you didn’t tell me?”

“I’ll tell you as soon as I figure it out myself” you joked dryly.

You tried to walk past Mirio, but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much, I know it can’t be easy on you since you have to be alone so much” he said, with a sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare think this is in any way your fault. I hadn’t been feeling the best for a while before I decided to go back to therapy” you said sternly, placing your hands gently on his cheeks.

It broke your heart to see him like that. He always took everything upon himself, even when he definitely didn’t need to. You didn’t want him to blame himself for this. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, sometimes things just happened and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to stop those things from occurring.

“Just… promise me to keep me updated on how you’re feeling? Even if I’m not here all the time, I want to know if you feel even a little bit down” Mirio said tenderly, grabbing your hand from his cheek and placing a kiss on your palm.

“I promise, as long as you promise me you won’t burn yourself out with all the work stuff you have going on”

“I’ll try not to” he said with a jokey tone.

You smacked him on the shoulder lightly with a roll of your eyes, earning a chuckle and an over dramatic “ow” from him, before he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the floor.

“I love you and I hope you get the help you need from therapy, and I want you to know I’m here whenever you need me” he smiled that stunning smile of his.

“I love you too” you smiled.

“Shall we go eat?” Mirio smirked.

“Oh yeah, I’m starving”

“Alright” Mirio said excitedly, and lifted you so you were fully in his arms in a bridal style carry.

“You don’t need to carry me, I can walk” you giggled.

“You can’t stop me” he grinned.

You just rolled your eyes with a smile and snuggled your face to his chest.

“I don’t even want to” you muttered happily into his shirt.

~Midoriya Izuku~

Midoriya was running around the city on patrol, when he noticed a familiar figure on the street next to the building he was on top of.

He was about to float down and call out to you, but you went into the building. Midoriya wasn’t sure what you were doing in that part of town, but as he jumped down to look at the building, he realized it looked familiar.

He was pretty sure it was where your therapist had had their office a few years back.

“Why would they be here?” he wondered out loud as he landed on the street.

“Omg! It’s Deku!” some passerby shouted excitedly.

Before he knew it, he was swarmed by people wanting autographs and pictures, and the situation with you slipped his mind.

When Midoriya came home that evening, you were sitting on the couch, munching on some chips and watching some TV show.

“Hey” you greeted, without taking your eyes off the screen.

“Hey, were you around the main library today? I thought I saw you there” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Midoriya couldn’t think of anything else that was near the therapist's office so he just went with the library.

“Yeah, I… went to see my therapist” you said quietly, turning off the TV.

“Oh? Can I ask why?”

“I’ve just not been feeling that good lately, that’s all, nothing major” you shrugged.

Midoriya sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand.

“Are you sure? I’m proud of you for getting help, but I also know it’s hard for you to ask for it, so something must be wrong for you to get back to therapy”

“I didn’t want you to worry so I tried to hide it, but I’ve been pretty depressed again lately, and the anxiety has been getting bad also”

“Oh love” he sighed with a sad look in his eyes.

Midoriya felt bad for not noticing how bad things had gotten for you. He had known you weren’t having the easiest time with your mental health, but he didn’t know it was this bad.

“It’s not like things are super bad, I just decided to do something about it before it got really bad” you said, squeezing his hand.

“I should’ve noticed, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you lately, I don’t have any excuses” he said.

“It’s not your fault, these things just happen sometime” you said.

“I want to help you going forward, please tell me if there’s anything I can do for you or anything you need” he said, looking at you with such conviction in his eyes it made your heart melt.

“And I love you so much for that, but I don’t want you to drive yourself crazy with how I’m doing. I’m going to talk to you more from now on, as long as you promise to also talk to me” you said, putting your hand on the side of his face and brushing his cheek with your thumb.

Midoriya leaned his head into your hand and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You chuckled because him doing that reminded you of a very cute bunny. He put his hand on top of yours to keep it on his cheek.

“I love you Izuku” you said and kissed him on the forehead

“I love you too” he said and opened his eyes, looking at you with an adoring expression.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #deku #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #mirio togata #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #mha fluff #bnha fluff #comfort #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

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samsvenn · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫 - 𝐑𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

short, fun-sized bites of writing based on a song’s lyrics, vibe and energy

character(s): Ruki Mukami

tags: angst, unresolved emotions

“And I’m not sure I like it, and I’m so tired of fighting.”

“If I told you, you know how to, go and break my heart in two.”

“Cause I wouldn’t anyways, we’d end up like always.”

“I can't fix you. You know that.” Your voice was a haunting stillness, like the hushed waves of an ocean on a moonless night.

“I know.” Ruki stood opposite of you in the mansion’s entryway. Shoulders held high, chest puffed out in defiance, yet there was an undeniable tension in the way his chest heaved, as if struggling to contain a storm brewing deep within, whether he was conscious of it or not.

Your luggage stood tall, an organized clutter, pointing towards the door, as if imbued with prescience, a silent clairvoyant foretelling the inevitable outcome.

“You keep expecting me to magically make all your problems disappear. We both know that that's not possible.”

“I know.” His voice escaped in a mere whisper, strangled by the tautness of his jaw and the tension in his speech.

The intensity in his gaze was so overwhelming, you couldn't bear to meet it, and so you averted your eyes. Whether it was cowardice or self-preservation, you couldn't say for sure. “There’s honestly no point in us. You’re dedicated to your obligations, and from how I see it, I’m not one of them.”

“You don’t know-“ The rawness of his words hung heavily in the atmosphere, but before he could finish his first sentence, you interrupted him. Your interruption was like a thunderbolt, crashing through the charged atmosphere and silencing him in an instant.

“Ruki, it doesn’t matter what I do or do not know. That’s how you make me feel. If the Adam and Eve plan is that important to you, more important than me, than us, then please, don’t let me hold you down.” The air was thick with tension as you tried to express your feelings. Every word felt like a burden, each emotion draining your energy until you were left feeling hollow. The weight of your thoughts hung heavy in the air, suffocating you as you struggled to continue.

You didn't want to pour your heart out, not anymore. It felt pointless and exhausting. You had made your points, and now it was up to Ruki to understand. If he didn't have the emotional capacity to comprehend your feelings, then he was no longer your problem to deal with.

“…” Ruki stood silent and watched as you slowly made your way towards the front door. His eyes, filled with pools of regret, were fixated on you, desperate to hold onto every fleeting moment. Though his cold heart was screaming for you to stay, his body remained rooted in place, an unwilling accomplice to his own pride.

“You clearly made your decision already. So, let me be the one who walks out first,” You opened the door and left without speaking another word. You knew that your decision was the right one, but as you looked back at the mansion, you couldn't help but wonder why it took so long to find the courage to make it. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning - the only thing you left behind was the ghost of your own regret, haunting the empty halls of a mansion that could have been a home.

Ruki’s eyes lingered over your silhouette as you disappeared into the darkness and stars of the night, a haunting image etched in his mind. It greatly pained him - torn between the reason he continues to live on and the reason he lives. A heartbreaking dilemma, tearing at his soul.

He felt the shackles of his obligations chain him like a rabid dog, trapping him in a life that he couldn't escape. With each passing minute, your presence faded in the manor, leaving him with a hollow ache that refused to subside. The weight of his decision bore down on him, a crushing burden that threatened to suffocate him.

With that realization hitting him hard, he ran out and searched for traces of you; in the trees, in the wind, in the lights, anywhere. His heart pounding with desperation, he called out your name into the night, hoping against hope that you would hear him and return to him.

Yet, nothing. All he found was nothing. And when he came back to the manor, all he was left with was the emptiness of the once-familiar halls.

As the years passed, Ruki's emptiness only grew. He tried to fill the void with the endless parade of victims and brides, but none of them could compare to you. His brothers noticed the change in him, but were at a loss on how to help. They watched as Ruki went through the motions of life, but his soul remained trapped in the past.

The thought of being so unlovable haunted him day and night. The thought of being unlovable consumed him, leaving him with a sense of worthlessness that weighed heavily on his heart.

Every night, he would lie in bed and replay every moment he spent with you, searching for ‘what-ifs’ and ‘what-could’ve-beens’. He was more or no less imprisoned inside his own mind, a prisoner of of thoughts and daydreams.

And so, he was left with this nagging feeling of inadequacy, a constant reminder that he was somehow deficient in the eyes of the person he loved. It was a thought that tormented him day and night, a heavy burden that he carried with him wherever he went.

The pain of love can be a heavy burden to bear, and for Ruki it had become his entire existence. The once proud and powerful man was now a mere shell of his former self, lost in a sea of regret and longing.

#Spotify #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diahell #dl #rejet #mukami family #ruki mukami #fanfiction #diabolik lovers fanfiction #writing #fanfic

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fictionblossom · 11 months

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A/N: Felt like doing a drabble for one of my fav couples. Enjoy!

Summary: "Gomen ne, I’m always a burden to you”. [Itasaku] [College AU]

FF link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14243231/1/

Sakura emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea in her hands. Both of them were occupied with their studies, where she had mountainous of textbooks to utilize for her medical research whilst her lover of over a year had his business studies ongoing for the sake of continuing his family’s legacy. Their respective examinations and deadlines had begun to separate their times and distance further each passing day.

Before her, a raven long haired male quietly sat on the floor and his body leaned towards the coffee table, scattered with stacks of scribbles and papers. Though as college students, they had been living together whilst pursuing their studies and chasing their dreams. Slowly and gently, she let down the cups on the floor and took a seat next to Itachi with her body leaning against the table.

Her thoughts went to her lover. The one thing he had never failed to do was to walk her to her classes each morning, and waited for her every evening just so they could spend what little time they had together before they continued working on their studies. He had always come prepared for her.

“Gomen ne, Itachi-kun,” she let out a small smile, her eyes softened at the sight before her. Arms tucked under his chin, breathing softly and steadily with his eyes closed. It was a rare sight for Itachi to be dozing off, especially at the table with his work spread out, but knowing his schedule and how he never once let out a complaint, whine or even a small mutter indicating his fatigue, Sakura had very little doubt that Itachi was indeed exhausted far more than he would admit to her.

Sakura remembered the days where she had forgotten to bring extra layers of clothes to class because she was in a hurry on those mornings. Itachi would never fail to bring the warmest, softest wool scarf and wrapped it around her neck when he met her at the end of the day. He would always greet her with his rare warm smile. She knew by the soft eyes that Itachi exclusively showed her had always meant that he was elated to meet her even after a long day of being surrounded by obnoxious men trying to prove that they were the better heirs for his father’s company.

She remembered the days where she had forgotten to take breakfast and ran on cups after cups of coffee when she was too anxious for her research presentations. She remembered the days where Itachi would always have a cup of coffee in his hands. He would always softly press his lips onto her forehead before telling her to accept the thickest, velvety cup of latte that he knew she liked.

She remembered the days where she was mentally drained and felt like she would give up on her studies because her research theories didn’t work out, or because she felt that she was never good enough to finish her medical studies, or because she thought that she could never save lives as how she had always dreamed to be doing.

On those moments, Itachi had always wrapped his arms around her, muttering comforting words and letting her know that she was enough. That she knew what she was doing. That she could be the best doctor that Konoha would ever have. Most importantly, Itachi would always tell her how proud he was of her for doing all the impossible and difficult things those other students would have given up if they were in her position.

On the occasions where her medical researches succeeded exponentially, she remembered that Itachi would always be at home and tell her to dress up and that he would bring her to the highest tower in Konoha. They would then celebrate her victory by dinner and stargazing. And while they laid before the vast dark skies above them and when she rambled on about how she thought she could never get what she wanted, she felt Itachi staring intently at her, she found herself blushing and averting her gaze away from him because she could just feel the intensity of his eyes on her.

“Sorry for always being a burden to you,” she muttered softly whilst gently caressing away the little bangs which were threatening to fly into his face.

Itachi remained idle, and she presumed that he was probably in a deeper sleep than she thought he would be. She continued playing with his hair, her tea cups long forgotten on the floor.

“I’m never going to be able to help you be successful. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m even going to make it in my field now,” she chuckled nervously and ghostly glided her fingers through the visible parts of his stress lines.

For all the things that he did for her, Sakura had always felt that she was never good enough for someone like him. That he had done uncountable things for her that she could never reciprocate. Sure, she never missed their evening walks together, almost never declined his invitation for dinners or never whined when he told her that he would be away for who-knows-how-long whenever his father wanted him to be home just so he could be introduced to the names and faces Sakura was unfamiliar with in the corporate realm Itachi was trained to be in.

She drew her fingers to his eyebrows.

It almost felt like she was just a companion whom Itachi would eventually get rid of and move on to someone who would probably be more familiar with his world. And that someone would certainly not be her because she was never in that kind of circle that Itachi was. Because why would he keep someone like her? Her world was miles away from his. Her world was one that prioritized empathy, understanding and helping the sick and poor. His was one where if you had a heart, you would fail in bringing the big bucks and retain power.

Sakura let out a small sigh, and slowly stood on her feet.

Before she could walk away, a hand gripped hers.

“Stay,” she heard him muttered.

She turned around and looked down at her lover, whose body was still in the same position and that his right had had extended to take hers. She surprised and ready to ask him if he had heard her where he had his head tilted in her direction with his right eye opened, and lazily looked at her.

“Stay,” he said again. “Stay with me.”

She gasped. There was no way he heard her thoughts when he was dozing off the whole time. She felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and couldn’t help but to let out a grin.

“Always,” she whispered and bent down to kiss the crown of his head.

“I’ll get us a blanket,” she told him and walked in the direction of the closet.

She knew then that whatever she felt, Itachi asking to stay was not just for that evening. She would not doubt Itachi in any way.

End.

#itasaku #in my feels #itachi x sakura #itachi uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto fanfiction #i cant explain it #i want to cry #itachi headcanons #sakura my bb #sorry not sorry #prompts #naruto #uchiha itachi #itachi deserved the world #haruno sakura #fluff

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walker33961 · 6 months

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E M O T I O N S 💌🥰

( 1 )

5:00 AM

Yn ,

I can’t change it since it’s in our blood to fight like this sometimes … we get dirty so the world stays clean ..But it shatters me whenever I see you injured ..or even get a slight gunshot ..

before it’s too late for me to speak up ..I think I held my feelings for enough time, so I’m letting you know before I go on the mission...

I love you Yn , want to be with you till death , stay with you whenever you need …just want to be with you like you’re always there for me …

If you don’t feel the same …Please just let me know ..Don’t want to be a burden to you.

- * doodled Hat emoji at the end , pencil colored in olive green *

-.-.-.-

* yn in her room , tears forming by the lines along with her long held feelings for Price , holding the letter*

“ I should be the one to send like this first ..

My silly man , I love you too “ * sobs *

* A knock on the door made her hide the letter under her journal..she opened the door .. one of the nice rookie girl in front of her carrying paperworks*

Rookie :

Loads of paperworks from Captain before he left for the mission today Ma’am ..

Yn :

That I can see .

Go , Training in 5 . Lt will assist

Rookie :

Rog.

- She went to her office carrying the paperworks by herself …kicked slightly to open the door ..

Keeping the loads over the workspace … she sat on her chair and starts checking…keeping the letter under the glass layer of her table so it’s visible whenever her eyes wonder around..

1:32 AM

- 2 months later

Seeing the clock and letting out a tired sight …felt like centuries to yn ..Everyday waiting for Price to be back .. you didn’t get a chance to answer his letter…

The last chat they both had on comms during one mission replaying in mind..

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Price :

*talking about a moment during the mission.

And this happened…

Yn :

I’m sure that left a big scar around your arm

* visible sadness in voice *

Price :

We’ll have matching scars then ?

* amusement in voice *

Yn :

Affirm.

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You came back from the memory by the sound of your phone ringing….It was Laswell ..you picked it up and Laswell was in a hurry and was panicking…

Yn :

It’s 1:34 Laswell..

Laswell :

PRICE IS HEAVILY INJURED , A CIVILIAN FOUND HIM ON THE GROUND AND IMMEDIATELY SENT HIM TO HOSPITAL…

* tells the address which was near the base*

* Laswell was still on call , Yn screaming for Soap , Ghost and Gaz at that time ..they came running , everyone in the base got woke up , her face draining colours *

Soap :

What happened Lass ?!???

Yer pale white …

Yn :

Johnny I ….

THE JEEP !! NOW !!!

GHOST , GET THE KEYS …

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🩷 : @alypink @welldonekhushi @bellgraves

#cod mw #cod mw2 #gaz cod #call of duty fanart #price cod #mw2 2022 #alejandro cod #cod imagine #rudy cod #aesthetic #price x you #price x oc #captain john price #john price #soap cod #ghost cod

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tosteur-gluteal · 8 months

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(vent? Idk I should probably just journal and keep all of this for myself but I can't trust my relatives concerning privacy)

CW: mention of mild eating disorder and people not being very nice (s*cide invitation)

This year I've become even more comfortable sharing how I feel with my friends, IRL and online, and it really helped me being less anxious and more like myself. Because I had a terrible experience in middle school with being my energetic, and yeah, kind of loud self in front of the other kids, I got put aside very quickly and people would just talk behind my back, some straight up telling me to kms aha yayyyy

So first year of highschool was me being extremely anxious and I would get constantly sick because of how uneasy I felt in that environment (private school and in elite class) but then I made friends, second year started out very badly because I felt like a failure for not being able to enter that elite class that year. My grades went lower and lower (and I used to be a top student) but I discovered what it's like to be in a friend group that is a safe place. Yeah I got some severe anxiety problems (me not being able to deal with my feelings correctly aka me being a disaster bi and when I crush on someone I crush hard until it's unhealthy like fr I would feel extremely bad all the time) but it got better (bro discovered communication, yeah I got rejected but it felt somehow good to just, talk 🤯🤯🤯🤯) and later during that year I began to become the person that I used to be, an overall happy person, kind of childish at times, I wasn't afraid to be perceived as weird because I was in a safe place 😎💥💥

Until I got into some...problems with a formal online friends, and it impacted my health very badly (some troubles eating yay) and at some point, for the longest time and even today, I would just not be vocal about feeling bad anymore. I feel like a burden again and that I should always display happy behaviours. And I even toned them down fearing that people think I'm annoying or distressing. Heck I got called a guiltripper when I was vocal about not feeling okay (I didn't even blame anyone for that, apparently the person told me that was attention seeking behaviour, that I should focus on fixing my problems myself ect.) I won't go into details for what happened but yeah, today is one of the bad ones 💥 staying at home is draining, and my friends aren't available for the moment, but I just don't have the motivation to put a foot outside. I just draw all day until exhaustion just for the sake of it. It's a short term solution, honestly I'm just waiting for school to start now to meet with my friends again

I'm probably not going to make any more vent post because I want to share what makes me happy here aaaa

#toaster talks #vent post #vent

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kickthecan-revolution · 1 year

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I just had the most insightful conversation with Elaine. Last week, I completely blew off our session to the point that I didn’t even call her and tell her why. I’ve been late, I’ve not shown before but I’ve always have an excuse for not going - either real or fake - and let her know either right before or even after the appointment has started why I can’t make it. But last week I missed it entirely and I didn’t even pick up the phone and explain why. That’s unusual.

We talked about what happened that day - I was so engrossed in a conversation with one of my employees, when I hung up the phone, I saw that I was 20 minutes late for my appointment with her. I was drained and sad and upset from the conversation and just wanted to eat something and go to bed.

We talked about what was so draining and I couldn’t really put my finger on it. Then she busted out with some serious wisdom - that I am constantly watching myself because I believe that at any given moment, I could cause someone harm if I’m not guarding myself. That I would cause disappointment, sadness, confusion, hurt feelings. Distance. Rejection. Failure.

On that day, my entire team had participated in a meeting where it brought all of them back to a really terrible time they had last year at work, and I instantly felt like I had caused them harm somehow as their manager and had to fix it. I had no idea how, and that was exhausting and scary. I just wanted to escape.

It’s irrational, I know I’m not responsible for other peoples’ feelings intellectually but I secretly don’t believe that. I carry a burden of believing that my state of being is going to hurt someone if I’m not careful. I walk around with that burden - if I don’t really carefully watch myself, watch myself talk, choose my words very carefully, I am going to cause harm and disruption and despair. I’m going to let someone down or disappoint them. It’s why I so thoroughly enjoy time by myself, I don’t have to watch myself at all, I don’t have to worry about it. I can relax. I’m free.

This was a really big unlock for me. Thank You.

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Scars of Your Soul | (ch. 2)

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Platonic!Claire Redfield x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and claire share a vulnerable moment, while you and Leon later prepare for the mission.

Warnings: angst, trauma, PTSD, panic attacks

(Y/N)'S POV

It wasn't the early mornings that made me so unsure of everything. It was the deep feeling of the black abyss growing in the center on my stomach, spreading to my chest, constricting me with its tentacles. Slowly it would take ahold of my arms and legs, numbing them with every second. My movements slow, and soon I'm paralyzed to myself as the fog creeps itself into my head.

It almost felt like no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many meditation sessions before bed. I always woke with a tainted mind. Filled with the same voices that followed me from the city.

Maybe I didn't know how to cope, maybe I was just stuck in the never ending stage of denial. I knew my family was dead, they were not coming back. So why couldn't I move on? It didn't feel fair that I had to carry this unwelcoming guilt on my back, physically draining me.

Things never happened the way I wanted them to. Of course Leon had found out everything about my family, and ever since then he's been trying so hard to reassure me and.. just be there I guess.

But it felt more like a chore he had to do, at least that's what I was sure of. I felt bad that he had to tiptoe around me, watch me like I was going to jump off a building the second he looks away.

Surely this wasn't a life he'd ever want, and I wasn't going to burden him with any of it. He'd told me back in the city that he didn't care, and he was going to be there for me for whatever, but.. He didn't deserve this.

I don't deserve him.

"—even know why she tries. I know her too well." Claire ended, making me feel bad that I had missed most of her words. I wasn't trying to ignore her, I just seemed more distracted than usual.

I nodded and stayed silent, hoping she wouldn't catch on that I had no idea what she was going on about.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" She asked playfully but knew there was always something going on in my mind.

I tried to push a laugh, but not even a chuckle passed through.

"Sorry.. just thinking." I told her, voice monotone.

"That's never good." She said, running her fingers through her hair.

"Trust me, if I could shut my mind down.. I would." I said, wanting that exact option.

She laughed at that, focusing on me again.

"You're gonna be okay, you know?" She started, focusing more on my upcoming mission. The one that did wonders for my nerves.

"Yeah. It's not all completely about the mission that I'm worried about." I told her truthfully, there was much more than just the mission.

She tilted her head but then soon after caught on to what I was trying to infer. She took a second to think of what to say.

"What's to worry about? You and Leon make a great team, you both helped bring justi—" Claire started but I interrupted her.

"We are distracted together. Instead of focusing on the mission, we worry too much about each other." I told her, and she listened patiently. "Especially last time, I slowed him down with all my whining."

"To be fair, you were dying.. actually you did die a couple times.." She said, wincing at her last words.

It still felt odd to talk about my death(s) like it was such a normal thing. It felt wrong, the fact that I cheated death multiple times while other people didn't get that extra chance.

It was a little like survivor's guilt, but there was something else tied to it. I couldn't think of it clearly, but the feeling always lingered every time the conversation was brought up.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen.." I told her, and she nodded immediately.

"I understand your concern, but I assure you.. you will be fi—"

"I meant Leon. I don't want anything bad to happen to him.. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." I finished and she didn't know exactly how to answer.

"(Y/N).. You're cured. You're not gonna hurt him. I know you're scared that you'll lose control but.. you won't." She told me so confidently, it confused me.

"How are you so sure?" I asked her, wanting her to be right but I grew so afraid of myself.

"I just know." She said, her lips closed and waiting for my response.

Before I could reply a voice sounded outside my room, stopping Claire and I's conversation.

"Miss (Y/L/N), your team is leaving in thirty." A random voice announced.

The tension filled my body, my back straightening. Zipping up my bag, I turned to Claire and walked over to her.

Surprising her slightly, I pulled her into a bone crushing hug. One that held built up emotions. Goodbyes weren't our thing, but I started to get that feeling that this may be our last time together. My gut ached, and I wished it wasn't true.

"I love you bud." I whispered and she tended at my words. Pulling back from the hug soon after and staring into my pain filled eyes.

Her eyes started to gloss over and she looked down. Pulling away from my arms, sniffling, she looked up at me.

"Don't do that. I'll see you soon." She said, trying to sound confident but her voice faltered.

Without another word she walked out, leaving me standing in the middle of my room. Thoughts going wild.. as always.

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It was silent, air thick with tension as the van grew closer and closer to the supposedly infected village.

Leon stayed quiet as he looked outside, watching the trees pass by. Propping an arm up against the window, while he rested his cheek on his fist.

I couldn't help but take him in. For a second I didn't recognize him without his rookie cop gear on, instead he was wearing thick pants accompanied by combat boots. But what really caught my eye was the brown leather jacket that hid the black shirt that clung to his lean body. He looked... good.

He'd come so far as to adapting to this lifestyle, and I wondered if it bothered him like it did me. He wasn't afraid to show me how he was feeling, but I knew he was keeping a lot locked away. Was it for the sake of making sure I didn't worry?

"You look good Leon." I told him, breaking the thick silence. I noticed the two drivers in front tilting their heads back, obviously them ease-dropping. Nosy.

Leon turned his head, and slowly a smile formed. His cheeks reddening slightly from my compliment.

"You look better." He shot back, grabbing my hand closest to him and squeezing it, rubbing the back lightly.

For a moment everything felt at peace, maybe the last moment of peace before we entered the nightmare that was waiting for us.

LEON'S POV

I knew the (Y/N) gazing into my eyes wasn't the same girl I'd fallen for back in Raccoon City. But she was in there somewhere, and I'd learn to love her in anyway she presented herself as.

I wanted her to see that I wasn't going anywhere, that I'd wait forever for her. Now that I have experienced what living life with her around was like, I couldn't go back. She was my everything.. I'd continue to love her even if she walked away.

Pushing the thought away, I held her hands. Rubbing the back of her hand the way she liked, I know it helps calm her down.

"I'm serious, you look amazing. You've been working so hard.. I'm proud!" She told me, her eyes bright with pride. My face felt heated, and I knew from the look in her eyes that blush had spread over my cheeks.

I hated it, but she loved it.

"Thank you." I responded awkwardly, her compliments flustering me.

She sent a teasing smile over before shifting her gaze and body towards the window, watching the trees pass.

I couldn't help myself and begun to stare. Regardless of the trauma, she still looked angelic. Her beauty seemed unfit, the world being too ordinary for what she deserved.

She seemed to sense my stare and slowly locked her eyes with mine again.

She opened her mouth slightly before closing, like she was about to say something but had changed her mind. She started to lean forward instead, shocking me with the sudden action.

I watched her eyes lower to my lips and back up to my eyes, and I couldn't help but lower mine to her rosy lips.

Ever so slowly, our lips connected. Fitting the puzzle pieces together in perfect form. I raised a hand and carded my fingers through her hair, gently detangling any knots I felt.

My tongue darted out to swipe at her bottom lip, asking permission. With that she had gasped, breaking apart for breath, leaning her forehead against mine. Her hands were gripping my jacket with hunger, and it was then I noticed her shaking slightly.

Snapping me out of my lust, I pushed her hair from her eyes behind her ears, getting a better glimpse at her face.

"(Y/N)?" I whispered, wanting the two guys up front to keep up their random banter so that we could keep the little sliver of privacy.

She shook her head and gently grabbed my face with both her hands, forcing me to gaze into her glossy eyes. I was waiting for her to say something but it never came. She looked like she had so much to say, but was somehow being held back. I frowned at the internal battle I was watching on her face, it pained me.

Without any more words, I lifted my lips to her forehead and placed a kiss. Wishing that I could play a mantra over and over in her head that everything was going to be okay.

I loved her so much.

#leon kennedy #reader insert #resident evil #resident evil 4 #residentevil4remake #angst #fluff #trauma #ptsd flashbacks #panic attack #trauma bonding #claire redfield #unrequited romance

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amortentiaopenheart · 1 year

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Hard Dream

Hello hello hello! We're back with a fluffy angst fic with the tropes being death and non-sexual intimacy between Ethan and Catherine.

Premise: Someone very dear to Catherine passed away.

Trope(s): And then someone died/ And then there was comfort

Warnings: Character death

Word count: 1.5K

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Catherine Valentine, Lucas Valentine (Dad), Daphne Valentine (Mum), David Valentine (Brother), Enid Valentine (Sister)

If you read this whole thing, lol, thank you.

Now let's get into the story.

"Doctor Valentine speaking."

"Catherine?"

"Dad? How are you?"

The voice on the other end trembled a little as it spoke.

"Not good, darling. Daphne went into cardiac arrest early this morning. We took her to the nearest hospital, but they- they couldn't- they couldn't save her."

The whole world came crashing down around Catherine.

She felt the early signals of a panic attack as she started breathing profusely, tears pooling in her eyes. The phone fell from her hands as she stared into blank space.

She couldn't believe it. She had talked with her mum just yesterday night, and today, she was having to come to terms with her death.

She let out a scream as she covered her face, tears cascading from her eyes.

Minutes turned into hours, but Catherine's misery only kept increasing.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Catherine? Honey?"

She looked up into the eyes of her beloved fiancée, breathing heavily.

"What happened, darling?"

Catherine weakly stood up, only to flail and get caught by Ethan.

As he hugged her tightly, she burst into tears, gripping the lapels of his lab coat as though it were a lifeline.

"There, love, let it all out." Ethan's rich baritone was calm and soothing as he stroked her hair.

"Mum passed away early this morning."

Ethan froze. "She- oh honey, I'm so sorry."

Catherine shook her head furiously. "No! You've got nothing to be sorry for. I- I need to be strong. Ethan, I need to go visit my family. Please can I-"

"Of course you can. I'll take care of the Team. Don't worry."

Placing a kiss on her head, he nodded his consent.

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"Dad? David? Enid?"

She walked into the kitchen to see all of them standing there, eyes puffy and cheeks streaked with water.

As soon as they saw her, all three got up and swiftly moved over to hug her.

"When's Mum's funeral?" It took every thread of strength Catherine had to keep her voice steady.

"Tomorrow." David whispered.

"Catherine, go get some rest. Boston's a huge distance from here, and you look drained." Enid's voice was thick and trembling, as she squeezed David and Catherine's hands tightly.

"I'll never get rest. Not in this situation, at any rate."

Seconds blended into minutes, minutes passed to hours, as the day gradually gave rise to the night.

Finally, David got up. "We can't do this to ourselves. Mom would be- would have been- furious. Let's at least get some rest together."

As Enid and Dad went up to the master bedroom, Catherine gently pulled David away.

"Hey. I know it's hit us all hard, but you've been having a tough time recently, and this looked like the icing on that cake. I know this sounds ridiculous right now, but we can do it. We're a team, remember? The Terrific Trio?"

David gave a watery laugh. "You were always the optimistic one, Catherine. I can't- this is all too much. I- you know what, this has hit all of us hard, I shouldn't burden you with extra pain."

Just then, Enid appeared. Wrapping her arms around Catherine, she dropped her head low, her whole body trembling. "I got Dad to sleep. What do we do now?"

"Now, we get a hug."

Pulling her siblings close, she gripped them in a crushing hug. She felt Enid sniffle, and her own tear drops rolled down her cheeks.

"Nothing's gonna be the same, but we can all do our best to adjust, I guess." David muttered, his eyes glossy with tears.

The other two nodded, trying to soothe themselves.

It was going to be a long night.

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Catherine opened her eyes to find herself lying on the floor, David's leg thrown across her thigh and her head on Enid's shoulder. Gently detangling herself, she stood up, trembling, as the previous day's memories came flooding back.

As she made breakfast, the doorbell rang. Quickly turning the stove to low steam, she walked over and opened the door, to reveal Ethan.

He was wearing a black suit, and had a bouquet of white camellias and roses, her mother's favourite flowers.

Without waiting for a response, Ethan pressed his lips against hers, shutting the door behind him.

"Go be with your family, I'll cook breakfast."

"Thank you for coming over, you didn't have to....and thank you for the help."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. And you're certainly most welcome. Have some rest, love."

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"Today, we honor one of our beloved, Daphne Valentine, a person we have come to cherish and love for so many years. All of us have known her in a variety of roles: mother, wife, aunt, cousin, sister, mentor and friend. She was the epitome of love, understanding and compassion, an incredibly intelligent and powerful soul. Rest in peace, Daphne Valentine. Gone to her maker, gone to rest."

"If anybody would like to say any words?"

Catherine could only let the tears fall as she felt Enid's hand grip hers in a vice like manner. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan comforting David and her father, his own eyes suspiciously rimmed red.

As the eulogy went on, her siblings said their final words dedicated to their mother before Catherine stepped up.

"You were the person who brought me to this world. I am who I am, because of you. Thank you for everything, Mum. You've always supported me, corrected me when I was in the wrong, scolded me, made me happy, and loved me every second. Thank you for being you. I can't believe I'm here to say my goodbyes to you. Even though I can imagine your face if I told you how restlessly I had spent the night. Thank you for being my mental and emotional support through every step of this journey. I love you so much, Mom. Rest in peace."

As soon as she stepped off, she saw Ethan move up to stage.

Staggering back to her father, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too, Dad."

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The drive back home was quiet. Nobody spoke. Ethan's right hand controlled the steering wheel while his left hand drew soft circles on Catherine's hand.

David and Enid had fallen asleep, and Lucas was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to pay any attention to them.

As he dropped them at their residency, Catherine suddenly looked up at him. "Hey."

"Hi, baby." Ethan's words were like a soft coo, his whole demeanor radiating warmth and love.

"Please can you stay over if it's not too much trouble?"

Ethan wordlessly entered their residency. As soon as all of them were in their respective rooms, Ethan nudged Catherine.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't think I'm ready yet." She found herself whispering.

Ethan nodded in understanding, before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, he asked her, "Do you wanna shower together?"

Catherine nodded at once. She knew she needed to relax; her mother's passing away had taken too heavy a mental toll on her for her to be fine.

She entered the bathroom to be immediately hit with a soft rose scent and relaxing music. The dimmed lights allowed some respite from the harsh lights, and she found herself viscerally relaxing.

Ethan tenderly undressed her and helped her get into the foam bath. The cold water was a pleasant shock, and Catherine laid back. Ethan shed his clothes and gently stepped into the bathtub. Guiding her between his legs, he folded them to form a sort of barricade around her. With her back to his chest, he took some bath gel and began massaging her entire body, working out the tension in the knots, taking little breaks to rest his head upon hers or whisper something to her.

He spent a while massaging her head as he washed her hair, kissing her on the neck, forehead and lips when her head lulled back in relaxation. He smiled softly when she sighed as he rubbed her shoulders and joints which he thought would ache after being up for so long.

She had hardly said a word during all that, and Ethan didn't want to pressurize her. So he looked her in the eyes, smiled tenderly and said it was going to be alright.

Once they were done, he stepped out and picked her up from the bath, bridal style and kissed her softly.

Drying themselves, they climbed into bed, and he took out To Kill A Mockingbird to read to her.

While reading and playing with her hair, he felt a soft kiss on his neck. Turning around, he saw her drowsily smile at him, before whispering a quick "thank you" as she fell asleep.

Ethan kissed her head. "I'll always be here for you, sweetheart. Goodnight."

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