#did i still feel like my heart was being torn apart? yes

[harmonysanreads]

Aventurine? More like ANGSTTURINE.

#thy brain is mush #on the verge of a breakdown #wtf was that ending #what on earth is even going on here????????? #i knew it was going to happen to aventurine but 😭😭😭 #was i prepared? kind of #did i still feel like my heart was being torn apart? yes #did i hated it so much but couldn't complain because this is written so well?? of course #does it still hurt? hahahahahahaha #seriously... i'm going to make sunday suffer don't ask #shaoji cooked so hard he cooked us all in the process #how do i even recover from this #if any of y'all want to cry with me plz #harmony suffers #hsr spoilers #hsr #harmonysan.txt

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Experiment

[Chapter Three: Safe House]

[Poly!Task Force 141/Fem!Reader]

[Ch. One] [Ch. Two]

Summary: When you are finally comfortable enough to nap, memories still come back. This time... you're left more sad than in pain. Warnings: Sadness, mentions of torture. Also, as always, this isn't really beta'd so there may be mistakes! Word Count: 3.3k A/N: COVID Brain Go BRRR! I know Ghostie baby has been the center of attention.... BUT IT'S SAD AND IMPORTANT.

“Ghost,” You look up at the beast of a man, “You can go shower if that’s what you wanted to do.” He turns slightly, looking at you over his shoulder. “I mean, why else would you walk into the showers? I can handle myself.”

Ghost blinks. He shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

You immediately pick up on what that means. ‘I would rather stay with you.’ You don’t question it further. You stick by Ghost as the two of you finally reach the cafeteria and the sound of people inside sends you into a panic. You freeze. You look at all the people and your chest is tightening.

“You good?” Ghost turns and notices your fear.

“Uh,” You can’t look at him. Your eyes are jumping from person to person. “I haven’t been around this many people in… a while.”

“Look at me,” He steps in front of you, careful to not touch you. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna let-”

You interrupt him. “I know-” Your eyes move to him and you freeze. Your stomach turns. Suddenly you feel like your brain is running at hyper speed. He was so close to you… The sounds around you are being drowned out and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of you.

“Hey,” His voice is low. His hand gently touches your shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Simon-” Your heart jumps into your throat. Your head is spinning. “Your name…”

You can feel his grip on you tighten. His eyes widen, only momentarily, but you catch it. You hear him exhale like he’s just been punched, and see his mouth upturn slightly under his mask. The smile drops fast. You wonder why, but you’re too torn up to ask about it. You pinch the bridge of your nose and flinch at the sudden bustle around you again.

“Let’s get some food and get you out of here.”

You nod. You trail behind Simon as he grabs you some food. Other soldiers are staring, but you notice when Simon stares back, the soldiers are suddenly very interested in their food. The both of you walk from the cafeteria to the room you were at earlier.

Simon opens the door, lets you in, and you walk towards one of the chairs. You sit. Simon brings over your food and gently sits in front of you. You thank him quietly.

“Everything alright?” John asks. His eyes watch you closely.

“My head hurts.” You pick at the food, “I remembered Simon’s name.”

John looks proud. “Good!” He’s enthusiastic, but his voice is low. “That’s a step in the right direction.”

“I guess.” You nod. You can’t help sound defeated.

“How come dae ye sound sae dowie?”

Your face contorts. “What?”

“Why are you sad?” Gaz asks you. “It’s good you’re remembering.”

You sigh, picking at a granola bar. You scrunch your face up and look at Gaz. “My brain has been fucking picked apart and put back together. You four seem to adore me- Or what used to be me… And I can barely remember your names! Soap- I don’t remember your name! And,” You point at Price, “you had to tell me yours.”

Soap walks over to you, “Johnny. Name’s Johnny.” He gives you a soft smile. You’re melting. You look up at him, scraping through your brain. It hurts to even think. You want so badly to know him. To know all of them. But you don’t. Not anymore.

“What was it I did here?” You ask them. Price goes to open his mouth, “And don't-” you put your finger up, “ask me what I remember. Because all I know is Laswell hand picked me-”

“You remember Laswell?”

You nod. “Well, yeah. I remember her hand picking me for… something. After that it's a little fuzzy. I think- Actually I know I was a computer gal. But that's about it. What did I do here?”

“Exactly what you think you did. You never really had to be on the field, you were behind the scenes. Helping us get in and out of places.” John informs you.

“Do you-” You stop yourself. “I don't know what happened. To me. Like,” you bite the inside of your lip as Simon tenses, “do you know how it happened?”

“You were in the safe house—”

Simon immediately excuses himself. Your heart sinks. A feeling of nausea washes over you. The door slams as he leaves and you flinch. Gaz places a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes shut tight.

A hand is wrapped around your forearm. You are being dragged down a hallway. Screams rip from your throat, pleading, begging. You claw at the masked guard pulling you towards the unknown.

“I promise!” You're sobbing, “I'll be good! I won't fight anymore!” It’s ironic, really.

The bright lights of the facility are blinding. The guard reaches a large double door and walks in, tossing you inside. You slide across the floor, a loud cry escaping you.

“Hook her up.” The guard is blunt. Done with you. Done with your bullshit.

“Hook me- hook me up?”

A female scientist walks out from a secluded booth. She says nothing to you. She pulls you up, and the guard points a gun at you, with intent to get you to cooperate. You do. She leads you to a chair and sits you down. You look up at her with tears in your eyes, your cheeks soaked from the tears that previously fell. She doesn't lock eyes with you.

“Please,” you whisper, “please help me.”

She does not.

The scientist begins to hook you up to a monitor. She quietly asks you to open your mouth, and you do so. She places a guard in between your teeth and you clamp down. Your bottom lip quivers.

The woman walks back into the booth. The guard exits the room, the door slamming behind him. You flinch.

“Ye okay?” Soap asks you.

You pull back, harshly. You’re standing up in a matter of seconds, tears threatening to spill. You turn to look back at the door that had slammed and you want to scream. You look back at Soap, Gaz, and John, pouting. Your bottom lip quivers and you want to hide. You want to go back to your room. But you don’t want to be alone. You can’t.

“You need to rest.”

“No.” You huff. “I can’t be alone.” You admit it out loud. It doesn’t make it any better.

“One of us can stay with you.” You’re tired of Price’s reassuring tone. It’s no longer reassuring you.

“I’d hate to keep you from your work, I- I just need to eat or something. Need to calm down.” When you get knowing looks from Soap, Gaz, and John you groan. “Fine. I need rest. Um,” you look at Price, “will you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He gives you a soft smile. “You two know what to do.”

The way John says it, it’s like he doesn’t want you to know what it is. Or, doesn’t want to worry you with it. You go with the second option. John’s hand presses to the small of your back, and you feel yourself relaxing. The two of you leave the room and begin heading towards what you can only assume is John’s room.

“Is Simon mad at me?” The words fall from your lips, you aren’t thinking. 

“He’s not mad, love,” Goosebumps rise on your skin as Price says ‘love’. ‘There that word is again…’ “Not at you.”

“But he is mad?”

Price falters. “He just needs space right now.”

You don't push it further. You only nod. You understand to a certain extent. You want to understand more though. You want to know what has him so upset. It has something to do with you, and that's all you know. You get to John’s room and he opens the door for you, motions for you to walk in. He doesn't grab for you, he doesn't push you. You're thankful for that.

“I'll be here, you lay down and rest.” John sits down in a chair in the room and you stand there awkwardly.

“Okay.” You walk towards the bed and lie down. You close your eyes and huff. Your eyes open back up and look towards John. He's watching you. “This is weird.” You admit. “It feels too familiar.” John shifts in his seat. “Can you like, I don't know? Maybe just lay down too?”

“On the floor?” He asks you.

Your expression drops, you give him a deadpan stare. “No, over here silly. It'll be okay.”

You, as he gets up and walks over to you, realize you haven't been in an intimate situation for at least four months. You aren't sure what kind of situations you were in before the facility, but you are sure you didn't do anything in there.

You scoot over slightly for Price. The bed shifts and he lays beside you. He seems the most comfortable around you since your arrival back. You can't tell if he's acting or not. You aren't sure how you would react to someone in your situation, so you don't think too hard about it. Instead, you lie in bed, your eyes shutting.

“Y’know,” your voice is soft, “I forgot how nice and warm people are.”

John lets out a quiet laugh (you can't tell if he's nervous). He pats you on the back as you roll onto your side. “Go to sleep.”

You don't fight it. You know John is going to keep you safe.

“You can take that off.”

Simon huffs at you. “No.”

You roll your eyes. “We're stuck here, for God knows how long, and you're going to keep your mask on? Simon, I startle easily, don't come at me when I wake up to you wearing that and attack you.”

Simon lets out a breathy laugh. It isn't forced. “Who the hell said we are sleeping in the same room?”

You are hurt, momentarily. “Well—” You pause. “Whatever.” You cross your arms and begin to walk towards the kitchen. “I'm making myself some food.”

Simon stands up and walks behind you. “Hey,” he walks in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. “Do you want to sleep in the same room?”

Your arms fall to your sides. You nod. “I know there are several rooms here. But, I’d feel more comfortable with you in the room. I can handle myself.” You put your hands up, eyes widening, “but I feel better with you by my side.”

Simon nods. “Okay.”

“So you’ll need to take that off.” Simon stiffens as you point at his face. “Not now,” you laugh, “but definitely before we sleep. Anyway, it’s probably all sweaty.”

You walk past Simon and towards the small kitchen. You begin to scour for food. Anything. There isn’t too much, but when you find some rice canned vegetables, you go with it. You begin to heat everything up and ask Simon if he’s hungry. He answers with a ‘hm’. You groan, looking at him.

“That doesn't answer my question.”

“I nodded.”

“Can’t hear that brain rattle.” You smile at him. Your stomach flips as he smiles under his mask. You focus back on the food and once it’s heated up you bring it to the small table. You grab a couple of bowls and place them on the table. Simon grabs one. You open your mouth without thinking. “Sorry, it’s not the best… It’s all we had.”

“Beats MREs.” Simon pats you on the back and sits down. You sit across from him and look at the empty chairs. Simon watches you closely. “What are ya thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing.” You wave your hand in the air. “It’s silly.”

“It’s probably not.”

You sigh. “Just thinking about John, Kyle, and Johnny. What if we weren’t in this situation? What if we were all… home? Together?”

“Together?” Simon pulls the bottom of his mask up, revealing his mouth. Shivers run down your spine. “Is that how ya want it to be?”

You nod. “All of us. Yeah. But—” You scrunch your nose, “It can’t be that way.”

Simon doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t respond. The both of you finish your food and he pulls his mask back down. Simon picks your bowl and walks it to the sink. “You’ve had a long day. You should sleep.”

“You have too, Simon. We should both sleep.” You stand up from the table. You turn to him and stare. Simon looks back at you, and you assume he realizes you aren’t going to bed without him, and he sighs.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

You smile at him. You find the room with the biggest bed and decide that would be the best room. You look at the neatly made bed and then at yourself. You’re sweaty, a little bloody, and definitely dirty. Simon sees you examining the bed and hums. You look up at him. “We have no pajamas.”

Simon, “Guess we sleep—”

“Sleep in our clothes.” You nod at him. He smirks. “What?” Your stomach is flipping.

“You, sleep in that nice bed, in your dirty clothes?” Simon laughs, “You’d rather sleep on the floor, I know you better than that, Ace.”

You roll your eyes and pretend you aren’t dying over how he said that. “Fine.” You cross your arms. “We’ll make a deal.” You look up at Simon, “I’ll just sleep in my underwear, but you have to take—”

“Wait,” Simon puts a finger up, “so I’ll be in my underwear too?”

“Well yeah, I’ll feel the dirt specks from your clothes if you sleep in those.” You cross your arms. Simon groans. “I’ll, like, close my eyes or something—”

“I trust you,” Simon interrupts you.

Your world is rocked. You nod. “I trust you too.” It is true. You trust all of them. Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, though. There has always been trust there, in yours and Simon’s relationship. Hearing him say it; it leaves you breathless.

You take a step back from Simon and begin to undress. He tenses. “What are you—”

“Getting ready for bed.” You strip down to your underwear and walk over to the bed. Your whole body burns, in a good way. You pull the covers back and lay down. Simon follows your suit. You feel back watching him, so you look at the ceiling. You hear him stifle a low laugh as he realizes what you’re doing. You look at him, with an angry face, only for heat to bristle across your cheeks.

Simon, with his balaclava still on, was stripped to his underwear now. He’s big. In more ways than one. You cross your arms and try to look just angry, while not seeming sexually frustrated at all. Simon makes his way towards the bed and his hand goes towards the bottom of his mask. He grabs it and you are hit with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re gonna watch me now?” He asks, smug.

“Well, yeah, you—” You are struggling. Simon is enjoying it. “I’m just going to sleep!” You yell, frustrated. You grab the covers and pull them up and huff. Simon laughs, briefly, before there is silence filling the room. The bed shifts and the covers move.

You peek over your shoulder to find big eyes, blond lashes, and smeared black face paint staring back at you. Your heart is in your throat. “Holy shit,” You whisper, “you’re so…” You are awestruck. You roll over onto your back, Simon’s face is inches from yours. He’s holding himself up with his forearm. You keep from kissing him. You’re trying to be professional.

“So what?” He asks, curiously. Still smug.

Angelic? Heavenly? Other worldly? You feel weird calling him those things. “Handsome.” You can’t help but look hungry for him. Simon smiles. He lays down and looks up at the ceiling. You can’t help but stare at him.

“You’re staring.” He closes his eyes.

You look up at the ceiling. Your eyes are wide and you aren’t sleepy anymore. You’re gripping the covers tightly, heart pounding in your chest.

“Simon?” You whisper to him. He immediately answers with a grunt. “Um, this is going to sound crazy…” You trail off. Simon looks at you, urging you to continue. “I sleep with a body pillow most of the time… I’m very comfortable with uh, cuddling. I wanna say now, that I may latch onto you in the middle of the night.”

“We can nip that in the bud now?” Simon cocks his head.

“I can cuddle you?”

“Opposite, actually.” His movements are quick for someone so large. His arms wrap around your waist and he’s pulling himself into your space. You don’t mind. Your skin is on fire again. “This okay?” He asks you.

“Perfect.”

Simon rests his head on your chest and you stop breathing momentarily. You are unsure what to do with your hands. Simon is resting peacefully on your chest and you aren’t even sure what to do with your hands.

You do the first thing that comes to mind. One of your hands finds his hair, and plays with it.  Your fingers gently pull at the short blond strands, and your fingernails run over his scalp. Simon groans. The both of you freeze.

“I can stop.” You sound more embarrassed than you had tended to.

“Don’t.” Simon doesn’t look up at you, he doesn't move. “Please don’t.”

You smile to yourself. You begin to hum softly. Simon has you locked in a death grip. You aren’t getting out anytime soon. And you don’t mind. You fall asleep on your back, you and Simon holding each other as close as possible.

You have no clue of what’s to come.

The calling of your name brings you back out of slumber. The franticness of the voice wakes you up abruptly. Your eyes shoot open and you feel tears smeared on your face. You look beside you and find John Price.

“You’re okay. I’m here.” He soothes you.

“Simon—” You want to vomit. “I need to see Simon!”

“Whoa, whoa!” John doesn’t grab for you as you get up, but he does follow you.

“Please!” You turn towards John with tears in your eyes. “I need to see him. Now.” John grabs his radio and radios Simon. No response. You turn towards Price’s door and swing it open. Price is sure you almost ripped it off the hinges. “Where could he be?”

“He’s probably blowing off some steam—”

You don’t let him finish. The gym. It’s your first thought. You had seen it earlier. You take off running towards the gym. You slide to a halt when you reach the gym doors and intentionally keep yourself from ripping the door off. You spot Simon doing pushups and take off running once more.

“Ghost!” Your voice cracks. He stops. He stands up when he sees how frantic you look. As soon as he’s on his feet you launch yourself towards him. Simon catches you, easily. He’s knocked back slightly.

You mumble something into his chest. “What?” He questions you. Price enters the gym and spots the both of you. Simon looks at Price with confusion, he shrugs back, a look of shock on his face.

You pull back and look up at him with tears in your eyes and wet cheeks. “I remembered… The safe house…” Simon immediately tenses. “Me and you— It was me and you.”

You bury your face back in his chest and try to keep from crushing his ribs. You don’t want to squeeze him too tight. Simon lets you hug him. You feel him hug back and you relax into his arms. A soft sob escapes you.

“It was me and you…”

Everything is slowly coming together. Simon was with you, that night in the safe house. But they took you… Simon was obviously the better option considering how fucking big he is. But they hand picked you.

You try to not think about it. Instead, you just hold Simon tighter.

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[twopoppies]

Hi Gina , Do you have a category for reread fics?How can I find them

Meaning fics I’ve read more than once? I don’t think I’ve ever made one—let me see what I can do.

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky (E, 227K) This one’s got all the tension and drama you’d expect of a World War II story—life and death high stakes, friends and lovers unexpectedly torn apart, battles and heroism, plus the added stakes of classism and homophobia—then add a slow burn, high risk, scorching love affair spanning years. If you want a story that’s complex and fantastically researched, plus lovers to root for, read it. It’s long. But I couldn’t put it down. When I did, I immediately picked it right back up and read it twice more.

Hats Off To My Distant Hope by orphan_account (E, 21K) This was such a pleasure to read. The writing feels so effortless as the fic explores the deep emotions of these two characters. They’re stubborn and inarticulate and gentle and passionate and finally, finally open up to each other. I really wish I knew who wrote it because I’d love to read more of their work.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (E, 150K) I’ve read this one multiple times and still love it. Their bickering is so realistic, their resistance to their attraction to each other is perfect, the way the author portrays all of their weird quirks and differences but still makes it believable that they’d fall fo reach other is such fun to read….I love this fic.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach (E, 160K) Probably my absolute favorite time travel fic. I’ve read it more times than I’d like to admit, and every time I love it more. One of the things I like most is how organically the author weaves in canon events…every little moment is an easter egg without it being so obvious that it pulls you out of the fic. Anyway, this one is so moving and so absorbing, I hope you like it if you give it a try! There’s an 18K companion piece to it as well, but you’ll see the link at the appropriate time when you’re reading the main fic (and when you read the scene that breaks your heart –– in the best possible way –– come and scream at me. You’ll know which one I mean).

Our Lives, Non Fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 114K) this is, quite literally, the best fic I’ve read in years. It’s so well written, clever, funny, emotional, and sexy. Its draw you in immediately and you’ll end up falling in love with these characters before you know it. Don’t miss this one.

Never Never Never Stop for Anyone (Sheylinsonverse) by aimmyarrowshigh, spibsy (E, 10-work series, 439K)Yes, here I am again, putting this series on a list. Probably 10 people in this fandom like it as much as I do, but I don’t care. I have read all 440K words more than once, and will likely do it a few more times. Yes, it needs editing, but even so…really well written, super sexy (if you like reading BDSM and can handle Larry + someone else), and such interesting character development. One of my favorite things about this fic is how the authors differentiate between the ways the different characters inhabit their Dom and Sub personalities.

Make Your Words A Weapon by HelloAmHere (E, 36K) I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks!

Pull Me Under by zarah5 (E, 140K) One of the very first fics I read when I came into this fandom…and I’ve read it multiple times since. Zarah’s fics hold up every time. This one has it all, great pacing, ot5 friendship, banter, super sexy smut, etc etc. Plus, Louis being super jealous of Harry’s best friend.

Into The Blue by zarah5 (E, 117K) honestly, I love all of this author’s fics, but I think this is my favorite of theirs. Louis as a flirty scuba instructor? Newly single Harry who just wants a fling? Boys living on other sides of the world who only have a few weeks together? Heartbreak. Hot af smut. OT5 friendship. Please….give me all that shit.

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And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train (E, 36K) I really enjoyed how this author handled Harry’s confusion and growing attraction and eventual sexuality crisis. That, along with the angst and very sexy smut, made it a really good read.

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the way the storms blow by rbbsbb (E, 22K) What would happen if you walked in on your best friend in the midst of an orgy? Louis finds out and it’s pretty damn hot.

we can take the long way home by eleadore (E, 27K) this one is a canon divergent future fic where Louis is a “carrier” (basically, he would be able to get pregnant) and it’s just SO good. It’s beautifully written (like everything this author does), so well-paced, and I just find the way their developing relationship is written to be so touching and realistic.

The light to guide me home by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun (E, 65K) I don’t know what it is about this fic but I’ve read it so many times and I just really love the instant chemistry, the smut is stupid hot and fuels the character growth, and even with the angst, the whole thing is just lighthearted and sexy.

Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter (E, 101K) This was one of the first fics I read in this fandom, but I read it again recently and had forgotten how really wonderful it is. The writing is so lovely and the characters feel so well developed. I especially loved how the authors explored how differently the two of them would respond to their relationship given the different stages of life they were in. It made the romance and the attraction and the angst feel really real.

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Lightening Strikes Twice by @dinosaursmate (E, 106K) It’s not often that I read a 100+K fic multiple times, but this one is worth it. It’s one of my favorites from this author, and a favorite all around. It’s an epic love story spanning decades and massive life changes. It’s sexy and well-written, and so touching, and so fulfilling in many ways.

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Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson (E, 7K) This author always does such a good job with depicting young, queer love and the way their characters experience the overwhelm of realizing they’re not straight, realizing the’ve met their Person, pining, and giving in. I love a lot of their fics, but I think this is my favorite of them. Link is to a download.

One day to believe in you by mediaville (E, 8K) another author who always hits it out of the park as far as I’m concerned. This one is super funny and then super sexy. Louis gets cursed and has to tell the truth. No matter what Harry asks him. Read it!

like a bastard on a burning sea by vashtaneradas (NR, 21K) Heartbreaking, perfect writing. So well-written that the fandom hated real-life Harry for a while after this was posted. 😅

These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning (E, 18K) I adore this author’s writing and I’ve read this particular one multiple times. It’s just a little melancholy and very sexy and one of those fics that reminds me why I can read about the same two people falling in love 46372 times and never tire of it.

Empty Skies by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (E, 13K) I just started re-reading this the other day and it holds up so well. This author is always a pleasure to read. Their fics just are well plotted and the characters are nicely fleshed out. I loved Perrie as Harry’s bestie, the bitterness and angst is PAINFUL, and the ending feels well earned.

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E, 124K) One of the OG classics in this fandom. If you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out. It’s just a great, original story. Plus, cowboy Harry, city boy Louis, bad guys to hate, nail biting drama, hot af sexual chemistry and smut, and a super satisfying ending.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E, 135K) Everything about this fic is glorious. I’m always struck by how well the characters are fleshed out, how their behavior lines up with their backstory, how ridiculously hot the chemistry is, and how agonizing the angst is. So yes, no shocker, I cried buckets. Thank god for a happy ending.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry (E, 137K) High school Au, footie, enemies with benefits, so much sexual tension (and just tension), and really well-developed, complex characters. Most of the conflict in this (and in the companion fic from Harry’s POV) is straight up lack of communication. But, given the age of the characters, it’s forgivable (although sometimes frustrating).

In Dreams by dolce_piccante (M, 24K) This actually might be my favorite of this author’s fics, although I know it’s definitely not the most popular. It’s just soft and romantic and sweet and I’m a sucker for tattoo artist Louis winning over slightly uptight Harry.

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart my mcpofife (E, 87K) I reread this one recently and it's truly delightful. The characterizations are so well done. Harry is so endearing (I cried over his heartbreak). And the smut is both hot and really emotional. Love this one.

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[grapementos]

perseverance

aged up bakugo x reader

pt. 3 to this

numerous panic attacks had ensued since you were discharged from the hospital, but not all of them reached their final stages like the first had.

you’d grown better at grounding yourself and having some semblance of control over your anxiousness. slowly but surely, you felt the pain ebbing away.

it would never be gone completely, you knew, and every day you questioned the possibility of things being different.

what if katsuki hadn’t quit being a hero? what if he’d proposed just as he’d planned to? would your wedding have been beautiful? your marriage successful and healthy?

there were so many what ifs that hurt your heart just to think about.

yet, all you did was think about it—in the best, healthiest way.

you set aside your pride and fears and confided not only in your friends, but in a therapist. you had sessions weekly, and every time you walked out of the office, you felt a little lighter.

for the first time, you understood that it was okay to still love katsuki, to still want to be with him. in fact, they initially expressed how they wished the two of you had tried couples therapy before everything went south.

that was another what if that hurt.

you were always the more rational, levelheaded one. why hadn’t you thought of it, encouraged it? would it have made a difference? those thoughts kept you awake at night, haunting your mind and mocking you with images of a perfect life with katsuki. the life you could've had.

those thoughts were bumps in your path to recovery. it was only through those thoughts, however, that you learned that the road wasn't linear. you had amazing days when you felt strong and independent, days when you'd feel like you were in a colgate commercial. other days, you wanted to set your apartment on fire and disappear. you wanted to scream until your voice was gone, vocal chords torn to shreds. some days, you just wanted everything to stop.

through the good and the bad, you were able to persevere through the challenging navigation of a breakup. still, you granted yourself permission to still love him. to be in love with him. that love would never just vanish, you'd realized a few months into your journey. it dulled, flickered, and faded, but never vanished.

-

you'd found that implementing a routine in your daily life had greatly improved your overall mental health.

this morning, you turned on the news as you made yourself breakfast--a meal you forced yourself to consume, no matter how little it was.

as you grabbed what you needed from the cupboards, a name in the news had you pausing everything.

"...following his spontaneous philanthropic streak, former hero dynamight announces that he will be hosting a tell-all session at our local library. there, he intends to, quote, 'make amends with those i might have hurt with my words, actions, or lack thereof...' well, you heard it here. don't miss a valiant display of heroic vulnerability today at noon. in other news..."

you gaped at the tv, the glass bowl slipping from your suddenly clammy fingers.

philanthropic streak? where had you been?

the sound of the glass breaking reached your ears a whole minute after it hit the ground, snapping you out of your dumbfounded stupor.

"shit," you cursed, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

no, don't even think about it.

you looked at the clock, reading 8 as the time. plenty of time for you to get dressed and go.

no.

you could easily make it in time and sit in the back, just to see him and hear what he had to say.

no.

you'd wear something inconspicuous and hide in the back, just being silent. and then you'd leave, after ten minutes.

no.

every no carried a little bit of yes at the end of it, forcefully dragging you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom for a shower. it was closure, you argued to yourself, closure that you desperately needed.

it's going to be excuses, nothing but lies.

dark clothes are the best choice, you decided, anxiously changing into something you deemed inconspicuous. just ten minutes, it was all you needed.

don't throw all your progress away for ten minutes.

you stared at the mirror, trying to find a single good reason to stay home. yet, every thought in your mind convinced you that this, this is what you needed. you needed to hear him express his regret, his remorse to other people. people who once trusted and supported him in his endeavors, only to be woefully let down by his bouts of anger.

this will just make you hurt more. don't do this.

you discarded every invasive voice in the back of your brain and found yourself at the library come noon, hidden behind a bookshelf. you browsed the shelves with unseeing eyes, thoughts drowned out by the low murmur of the large crowd seated in front of the small stage in the center.

the library was home to many plays around the city, which you found ironic. would this be another display of dramatism and lies?

just as you found a book with a flattering cover, the mic whined with a little feedback.

"sorry about that."

you knew the voice, but the genuineness was foreign to you. you peeked over the row of books, your blood running cold as you saw katsuki sitting meekly on a chair on the stage.

"hello, everyone. i'm, uh, i'm bakugo katsuki, but most of you might know me as dynamight," he began, scanning the crowd, "a lot of you might not be fond of me based, um, based on my time as a hero."

many voices mumbled in agreement at that, which made him laugh, just the slightest. it made your chest swell with pride he didn't deserve.

"and i really don't blame you. i carried a lot of my immaturity from high school into adulthood. my biggest problem was that i saw heroism as a means to an end, a," he motioned with his hands, trying to find the words, "a stepping stone to being 'the best'--whatever that means. and i got lost in my obsession with my image."

you listened intently, at least half sure that you were listening to a complete stranger talk. the katsuki you knew had nowhere near this much humility.

"with that being said, my first apology goes to you, the people of this beloved city. you deserved someone who had your best interest at heart, and i'm sorry that couldn't be me. but, rest assured, i am very familiar with the current top ten and can say with confidence that they are the heroes you deserve."

you found yourself tearing up at his words, so awestruck by the complete 360 in his persona.

the crowd cheered at his words, as pleasantly surprised with his chanage as you were.

"thank you," he chuckled when the crowd quieted down, "next, i'd like to apologize to my friends and family. they definitely got some of the worst of it. for years, they suggested therapy for the anger that i just couldn't seem to control. and for years, brushed them off, over and over again. i insisted that my anger was fuel for my quirk, when in reality, it was detrimental. dangerous. so, mom, dad, all my friends, i'm sorry it took me so long to take your advice. thank you for standing by me."

you werent sure if the session was being broadcasted, but you sure hope it was. kirishima, mina, sero, and denki deserved to hear it. more than that, you were shocked to discover that he'd also been in therapy. so he really meant it..

another round of applause.

"last, and most important," he sucked in a sharp breath, "i'd like to apologize to the love of my life."

you stilled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over your head. no, no way.

"i spent three amazing years with the only person i could ever see myself loving. they were the most patient, the most kind person you could ever imagine. they stood by me during every slandering headline, every angry episode, every single ugly moment. they were there."

you covered your mouth and crouched down to the floor, squeezing you eyes shut. no, hell no, you refused to cry.

he exhaled shakily, rubbing a sweaty palm against his jeans, "they were devoted to me, to us. i'd be nothing without their impact on my life, and i've done the worst job at showing it. i," he stammered, scrunching his eyebrows together, "i ruined what we had, and i've never regret anything more. i know all the philanthropy and therapy and apologies in the world can never take back my insensitivity, but i will never stop being sorry, and i swear i'll grow every day."

you had to clamp your hand harder over your mouth to prevent any sniffles or sobs from escaping and alerting everyone to your presence. his words were so genuine, so wholehearted that you knew he truly had changed.

"i'll love them forever, regardless of if they hate me. with that love, i'll destroy any semblance of the douchebag-asshole-monster i used to be." he smiled out to the crowd as a final goodbye, "thank you, everyone. you don't owe me your forgiveness, but i hope you'll consider forgiving me one day."

people clapped, whistled, cheered for him as he turned off the mic.

meanwhile, your heart was racing. you didn't have a single coherent thought in your mind other than the fact that he loved you. he loves you.

he wasn't begging or crying this time, his acts weren't out of desperation. he was completely and totally vulnerable in front of a group of people that he didn't even know included you.

as people flooded out of the library, you shakily pushed yourself to your feet. what now? how could you possibly be expected to walk all the way to your car and drive home in this state of mind?

with a quick breathing technique your therapist taught you, you calmed down enough to get your hands to stop trembling.

katsuki had started helping the security guards pick up and stack the chairs, making small talk with them as they cleaned up the area.

you wiped at your cheeks, hoping they weren't too blotchy. with a quiet breath, you silently crept away from behind the bookshelf and toward the exit.

unfortunately, your far-from ninja-like skills couldn't get past the years of hero instincts engraved in every muscle fiber of katsuki's body.

"y/n?"

you froze, shoulders tensing as you slowly turned around.

"hey, bakugo," you cleared your throat, averting your eyes, "that was, uh, that was nice of you. good job."

there was something undetectable in his face, something you couldn't put your finger on, "oh, thanks, i-" he stepped closer, but stopped when he sensed your hesitance, "i didn't expect to see you here."

"i didn't expect to be here." you said honestly, fidgeting with your fingers, "but i should, uh, probably get going."

he opened and shut his mouth a few times before he sighed and nodded, "okay. but i really meant it, you know? everything i said."

fuck, you were going to cry again. you didn't want to, not in front of him.

"i know." you nodded, "i don't.. hate you, you know? we both had issues that we chose to resolve separately."

"i just wish," he sighed, looking for the words, "i wish that was't the case."

you couldn't hold in your tears anymore, a few cascading down your cheek, but you quickly wiped them away.

"i know." you swallowed hard, trying to prevent your voice from doing that embarrassing, high-pitched crack, "i do too."

he opened his arms, offering a hug and you just couldn't say no. the space was so perfectly carved for you.

you hugged him tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i'm sorry for everything." he whispered into your hair, his voice wet with tears, "i never deserved you."

you just cried harder, knuckles white as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. you wanted to speak, to reassure him that it wasn't completely his fault, but you couldn't pause for a breath long enough to say a single word.

instead, the two of you dropped to the ground, arms wrapped around each other with a desperation that you only feel for each other. a once-in-a-lifetime desperation.

the two of you cried and held each other, and somehow you knew everything was going to be okay.

and this concludes the triology! thank you for the overwhelming support on this series that wasn't even meant to be a series!

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps the first knock on the door had woken him already, he couldn’t be sure. But the second round had him bolt upright in bed in an instant. It was the middle of the night. Who in the— Again a frantic rap at the door, not even stopping this time, but keeping on in a fast, incessant rhythm. It was only just not loud enough to be frightening.

He stumbled into the hallway, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Who’s there?”

The knocking stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” A woman’s voice, low and tense. “I’m here for my brother. You have his key.”

He halted with his hand on the door. “I what?”

“Please open the door!”

“Who are you?”

He could feel as well as hear a thump against the door. “My brother is your neighbour, he gave you his key. I need to get in there. He’s- I just need the key.”

He wasn’t awake enough for his full range of judgment, but the worry in this person’s voice was real.

“Okay, hold on.” He fumbled for his own keys as well as the single apartment key with a leather tag on it that he’d been given after a couple awkward greetings and a chat about being new to the city.

When he opened the door, the young woman on his doorstep saw it immediately. “Oh thank god.”

He snatched his hand back from her grasping fingers.

“No offence, but how would I know if—”

“We’re related,” she snapped, furiously grabbing something from her coat pocket and shoving a driver’s license in his face. “Just let me have it!”

Liza May Merrin. That name meant nothing to him. But she probably meant— “Maxwell never told me his last name.”

She stared at him in utter disbelief. “You unlock the door then!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside and he followed for lack of a better idea what to do.

She did look a bit like Maxwell. They had the same unruly, sandy coloured hair. Only Maxwell was broader, with lighter eyes, and…

“Door. Please.” Liza pointed.

He unlocked the door. “What’s the—” he began, but she pushed past him as soon as she could.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Well, that rather defeated the purpose of coming with her. Besides, even if she was Maxwell’s sister that didn’t mean she was welcome here. He snatched the key from the lock and hurried after her, letting the door fall shut.

He froze two steps into the apartment, his heart jumping in his throat. The living room had been torn apart. There were shards on the floor and upended furniture and…

His heart flopped back into place. Liza was kneeling on the floor, unwinding something that looked like a leather leash from around the paws of the largest dog he had ever seen.

“Stupid, pigheaded, grade A moron,” she muttered under her breath, but he could hear the relief in her voice.

“Bloody hell.”

Both Liza and the dog snapped to attention, staring at him where he stood. Liza’s hands closed tightly around the leash.

“I’m sorry for being suspicious, but you could have just said he left his dog here alone,” he said. “You didn’t even tell me what the panic was for.”

The dog still stared at him with round, amber eyes, but Liza cleared her throat. “Right, yes, of course,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Max knows he’s not supposed to leave him alone.” She looked down pointedly at the animal. “He acts a damn fool when he’s left alone.”

The dog let out a loud, disgruntled snort. Even lying down it looked intimidatingly large.

“I didn’t even know he had a dog.”

“Imagine that,” Maxwell's sister said airily. “All the things my brother forgets to mention. Me, his dog, his absolute lack of common sense.”

He let out half a laugh and took a careful step around the debris towards where she was sitting. “I’m Ren.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she said wryly. “My brother did tell me all about you.”

The dog growled, but she ignored him, and suddenly held out her hand.

He crouched down by her and shook it.

“I’m Liza.”

“I gathered.” He hesitated, glancing involuntarily at the dog again, who was now much closer. It was still looking at him and he was pretty sure, that if it stood up, it’d be higher than the couch it was half hidden behind. “What- what exactly did Maxwell say about me?”

She stood up without looking at him. “That he thought you’d be scared of dogs.”

The dog made another, sudden sound that went very quickly from a growl to a whine.

“I’m not!” Ren protested hastily, standing up again. “He’s gorgeous, actually.”

The dog sprang to its paws and knocked over a chair.

“Oh you think so?” Liza said and her smile suddenly had a sharp sort of satisfaction to it. “Then maybe you’d like to take him for a walk? While I clean up here?”

Ren looked at her in surprise. “I suppose… if that would help. I mean, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Thank you!” she she said and it did really sound like she meant it.

“Sure, no worries. Let me get some proper shoes on. Be right back.”

“Of course, I’ll get you a leash,” she said, and he heard her still talking as he walked out the door, in a very deliberate, sing-songy voice: “What a lucky boy you are, going for walkies, with your nice, helpful neighbour Ren.”

He walked back into his own apartment with raised eyebrows. You never could tell, could you, which people were the types to baby talk to pets.

#what's goin on here? #beats me #but who cares: werewolf vibes #urban fantasy #laura drabbles #werewolf #werewolves #siblings #mlm romance

[hutahuta]

I SAW PAVIA AND STARTED SPRINTING, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

Maybe some headcannons about a protective Pavia? I mean, being a mercenary probably has gotten him some (read as a lot) of enemies, especially considering he’s good at his job! So it wouldn’t be a surprise if his partner got targeted as a way of getting to him. Obviously, Pavia’s not gonna let that happen, not by a long shot. Maybe hurt/comfort in a way? And gender neutral if it’s okay!

P.AGE OO.2 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this <333 ( •̀∀•́ )ﾗ✧ !

Unfortunately for him, Pavia bore the scars of a life that was etched by loss and fleeting connections. No human ever got as close as you did with him, so it was important to protect such things. Yes?

His heart encased in solid steel and armour, found solace in the comfort of your arms. Yes, this man was laid back most of the time, but under that thick smile of purity and hearty laughs, he wanted to keep you forever as his own.

Embellished in jewels and tied and restrained for himself. Guarded by his sole bonds of his canine family, he couldn't possibly think of letting you be exposed to the outside danger out there.

Every beat of his heart echoed with the lingering memories of his past separations. His bond broken with his family and his scarred nature of a relationship broken down with his aunt. He doesn't know how to handle such things, he wasn't taught proper coping mechanisms.

You, vulnerable to attacks, not necessarily naive but still innocent as a feather; are more susceptible to violence catered by Pavia's enemies surrounding him on a day-to-day basis..

And—,, the thought maliciously stabs him every single time. To see you lying in your own warm, pool of blood. He hated the sight, and vowed to always keep you with him, safe and sound even if it meant his own skin will be torn apart. Pavia, originally, had nothing left to lose. He had nothing to go down with. His legacy was scarred with the torment of his past. His family had no connections with him whatsoever, and he planned to keep it that way.

This fear, an indelible mark left by the merciless hands of fate, propelled Pavia to assume the role of a vigilant guardian. He shielded his beloved with unwavering determination, an impassable fortress erected to defy the encroaching shadows of abandonment.

Skeletal hands trace the outline of your jawline towards the base of your neck, leaving lingering touches that'll never fade away for months to come. You'll always remember how he told you.

` Non allontanarti troppo dal mio cammino.. Amore. `

Which meant, ' Don't stray too far from my path, love. ' His hands firmly gripped your waist, leaving soft kisses that marked the vow of his undying love for you.

He shudders to think of your figure being manhandled by someone who would bruise such tender skin of yours, to discard your love and treat you like nothing but a used rug. You're nothing of the sort, to him.

Precious diamonds and jewels like you need to be treasured, kept under someone's eyes like Pavia's. Right?

It's conflicting, to say the least. You'd wonder why he's so protective when it's mixed with such a lazed stare. A laid-back figure who offers you juice and drinks at parties and festivals. But he isn't stupid enough to let you wander too far. Just think what could happen-

Someone kidnaps you, holds you for ransom? Knowing Pavia, he's smart enough to go along with such plans then storm into the area himself and take you back. Leaving only the echoes of men screaming, bodies thudding against the floor as they get a bullet launched into their skulls.

That won't happen though, right? He's not stupid enough to let you go like that..

Pavia struggles to keep himself from being too overprotective to the point you feel suffocated, to being too laid-back that it makes him seem uncaring and unloving. He wants to let you go do your own thing, after all.. that's why he loves you, right? That's why he fell in love with you.

But it pains him to think that now you've officially established something deep with him, he could be at fault for your uneasy, incoming death. You're at heavy risk if you step too close to the edge of his outside perimeter.. That's why-

You stay with him. Right beside him.

Excuse him when he pulls you closer by his waist when near enormous crowds and traffic during festivities.

Don't mind his behaviour as he trails a hand down your thigh to subtly mark to others that you have not one, not two, not even three, but a whole family of dogs watching over your guard.

You have eyes on you 24/7. Don't forget that. Now you're with him, it's important you try to manage your way through this skilfully with the intent to have the best possible outcome with your protective little man.

Safe to say, he won't let anything bad happen as I stated previously. Just as long as you follow the rules he gave. It's his way of trying to tell you that he has boundaries and he wants you to stick with him almost every time both of you are out.

His protective stance wasn’t fueled by dominance but rather by a desperation to defy the cruel whims of destiny, to safeguard the one person who illuminated the shadows of his tumultuous existence. In their presence, Pavia found a fragile haven, one he fiercely guarded against the specter of loss that loomed ominously over his turbulent life.

As you know, despite Pavia’s instinctive urge to shield you, he wrestled with the awareness that his protective demeanor might eventually suffocate the relationship. To counterbalance his guarded nature, Pavia embarked on a path of intentional vulnerability, striving to open up the vault of his emotions..

He tends to be honest with you then and there, but often finds himself leading the conversation into something else more uplifting. All in his worries that you might see him as him trying to justify his actions, which is possibly why he cannot exactly open up fully. That, and he just can't help but talk about other stuff mid-sentence. Learning more about you, your boundaries, your silly interests is just.. more of a reason to keep you safe.

He doesn't know communication skills all that well. But he takes it on after you, so guide him properly and heal those scars that may linger for a life time.

But if you stick around, he's sure to let go of the tension on his shoulders a few times and enjoy quality time with you without the doubt you'd potentially get harmed in the process of your relationship. <3

#reverse #reverse 1999 #paviarev1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #r99 pavia #pavia x reader #reverse 1999 pavia #pavia #this man makes me feral #insanely FERAL #INSANELY GORGEOUS #GEREJEJRRKRJ imagine him literally pinning you against a wall and whispering whispers of how you belong to him through his kisses OMGNFJWKEJ

[personwhowrites]

gaz, soap, ghost, graves, valeria, alejandro and prices reaction to them proposing to the reader and the reader says no?

Moment I saw this request I my mind went straight into fucking writer mode. I also added Rodolfo cause, I been getting attached to that man. His seriously a pure person that needs more attention 😀

John “Captain” Price

Will set up just the perfect spot, perfect lighting and the perfect ring for you.

When he hears the word no his heart will immediately shatter. Yet he will understand or will try to understand.

Asks you why in the most respectful way and what can he do to make you yes in the future.

Still your boyfriend even though it hurts him not call you his wife.

It becomes obvious he can’t take the heartbreak and breaks things off with you. Try’s his best to still at least end it in good terms.

Realizes his mistake after a few weeks of being apart and begs to be with you again.

“Y/n, please..im sorry that I broke our relationship off..” Price says holding your hands tightly so you can’t escape his grip. “..Please take me back, Im a fucking mess without you.. please..”

“..Okay..” You mumble looking at him slightly scared of his behavior. “..Just let my hands go it’s hurting me.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Sets up a romantic dinner with you, has everything planned all the waiters and half the restaurant involved.

When he hears the words no, the people scream thinking you said yes, but soon realize you didn’t.

Things become hella awkward in the restaurant and you leave quickly.

He will chase after you and grab your hand and start asking why you said no.

Will start making a slight big deal about it and become embarrassed when you tell him you’re not ready yet.

He will break off things immediately.

“Y/n! Why? I seriously.. made it the best way to propose..” Gaz says holding your arm tightly. “You know what.. maybe we shouldn’t even be together anymore..I’m sorry.”

“..Gaz I wasn’t ready..” You mumble softly as he lets go of you and walks away. “Gaz..!”

John “Soap” Mactavish

He proposes on a beautiful night on a beach.

Surprise to see you said no and respects your choice.

Apologizes for proposing to you and try’s to make things normal.

Feels that the tension is too much and walks away from you after a couple minutes.

Too worried about the whole thing and texts you instead of talking about the problem face to face.

Soap: Y/n, maybe.. we should stop seeing each other. I don’t understand what made you say no.

Y/n: where are you soap?

The recipient you are sending to has chosen not to receive messages.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Sets it up when you open the desert that he made for you.

Remains hella silent when you say no and get up from the table.

Grabs your hand tightly with force and stares at you for a long time.

Lets you go after realizing some fear in your eyes and tells you to get out.

You do as told and leave his house immediately, only to hear a loud crash of plates in the house.

Doesn’t break up with you but becomes hella more distant. All the trust and things done together mean nothing to him now.

Will be more cold towards to you when you try to be lovely with him.

You break things off after a while he doesn’t like that. Making him show up late in your apartment.

“Ghost..did you break in?” You mumble softly seeing the lock pick in his hand. “..please leave my apparent..”

“..Mhm..” Ghost hums looking your sleepy face. “Go back to bed.”

Alejandro Vargas

Sets up the most romantic and over the top proposal.

His smile fades when you say no making him drop the ring.

Asks you why multiple times in Spanish and shakes his head in disappointment.

Torn between asking you again or letting you go.

Asks you why in later following days until you finally snap and tell him you’re not ready.

Feels hurt by your response after years of dating.

Decides it’s best to not be together and breaks it off and completely disappears into his work.

“Alejandro I’m just not ready..” You say handing him back the rose. “I’m sorry..”

“..Okay..” He mumbles before walking away. “Adios Mi amor.”

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Same with Alejandro, he wants to make sure you’re treated like a queen.

When he hears the words no from you mouth he goes into a complete meltdown.

Begs you to tell him what he did wrong to make you say no.

Begs you to marry him and he will treat you way better than before if you do.

Alejandro has to stop him from becoming a crazy man and takes him away ending the relationship at the moment.

“¡Por que!” Rodolfo says looking a you, tears running down his face. “What did I do wrong? I I can treat you better! I swear I’ll treat you way better!”

“Rudy!” Alejandro yells pulling him away from you. “I’m sorry y/n..uh.. you should go home..”

You give a nod as Alejandro pulls Rodolfo away from everyone sight.

Valeria “El sin nombre” Garza

Sets the best fucking thing she can think of which is at a party she’s throwing.

Glares at you when you say no answer gives a cold dry laugh thinking your joking.

Notices you aren’t and drags you away with the guests.

Demands to know why you say no.

Laughs when you tell her your not ready.

Insults you telling you someone else would love to be in your place. Wishing to be next to the best damn girlfriend.

She then forces to put the ring on or else she would kill you and replace you easily.

“What do you mean not ready?” Valeria hisses at you holding your arm tightly. “Do you know how many damn people would love to be in your spot!? You better put this fucking ring on before I kill you here right now and replace you like that.”

“..Okay..” You mumble softly in tears as she forcefully puts the ring on you.

König

Sets it all up at his home, with some of the other members and close friends.

When you say no the who the room goes silent. Hella solent that puts König in the spot, he becomes anxious and leaves the room.

Doesn’t bother stopping you from leaving the home.

Shuts himself out for days and ignores your calls and messages apologizing.

Finally has some strength to see you face to face..way late at night.

Knock a on your apartment door and breaks things off.

“Y/n.. This isn’t working out.” König says looking at your sleepy face. “Bye.”

“What..” You mumble as he walks away quickly. “..König..?”

Phillip Graves

Sets up a somewhat romantic date. Doesn’t go over board but gets you a nice ring.

Becomes silent when you say no and stares at you.

Gets up and throws the ring away in front of you then walks back to the table.

Crosses his arms and glares at you until finally asking you why.

Laughs when you say you aren’t ready and shakes his head finding humor in your “childish” behavior.

Gets up from the table and makes you pay for the bill then ghosts you right after that.

“Not ready?” Graves gives a long laugh making others look at the table. “Jesus..what a dumb reason.”

“Graves!” You hiss as he leaves the restaurant. “Mother fucker..”

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[rosalynesimp]

Secretly in love. Part 1.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Y/N.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI :)

Tags: blood, fluff, slow burning

Notes: There will be a part two hopefully soon enough x

pentru Dumnezeu - for God’s sake. Please let me know, if i translated it wrong!

“No, no, draga mea!”

I cried out, running toward your barely breathing body. Lycans circled around you, biting on your flesh, tearing you apart alive. She could see blood spraying around from your throat as you chocked, not being able to fight against lycans anymore.

I pulled out my claws, making them go through one of lycans huge bodies, throwing it aside. Other monsters started retreating, leaving your now lifeless body. I kneeled down, tears running down my cheeks as I cup your face in my gloved hands, leaning down to press my forehead against your chest.

“Y/N, pentru Dumnezeu, please, stay alive!”

I screamed, shutting my eyes closed as I let tears cover my face.

“Mother!”

I raised my head to look around. It was Bela for sure. No, no! Not my daughters walking out! It’s too cold for them! I picked up your body, holding you close to my chest. Your blood soaked through my white dress but I couldn’t care less about it now. There’s not a single chance I could leave you here to be torn to pieces by those disgusting monsters.

“Mother!”

I turned around, Bela’s voice got closer.

“Mother, wake up!”

Bela shouted.

“Mother! Please!”

Alcina jumps on the bed. Her breath is heavy and she looks around before she sees all three daughters sitting by her side, absolutely terrified. Bela immediately wraps her arms around mother’s neck, tearing up a bit. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her big arm around daughter’s waist, pulling her close as she tries to calm down.

“Mother, what happened? I can hear your heartbeat from over here.”

Cassandra asks and Daniela crawls closer to her Mother. She places her hand on Alcina’s arm, gently caressing it. Cassandra still sits aside, but Alcina can see fear in her golden eyes.

Alcina is still silent. She presses her cheek against Bela’s head, her eyes closed. She feels tears rolling down her pale cheeks. She takes a deep breath as she looks around the chamber. She can hardly focus her vision so she closes her eyes again and lets herself rest against Bela’s body.

It takes her few minutes before Alcina pulls away and smiles slightly at her daughters. She brushes her hair behind her ears and wraps a blanket around her chest to make herself more comfortable.

“Thanks, daughters. You may leave now.”

“Are you sure, mother?”

Daniela asks quietly as she looks at her mother worriedly.

“Yes. I feel… better.”

She can’t be weak for too long in front of her daughters. She’s their mother after all and she’s the one who needs to comfort them when they feel bad.

Alcina nods with a soft smile upon her lips. Daughters turn into three swarms of flies, leaving the room to let their mother get some privacy.

Alcina isn’t used to nightmares. She hasn’t have them since Miranda experimented on her. It was the first time in a while and it scared her to death.

It’s been about six months now since Alcina got a new maid, Y/N, from Miranda. Five and a half, to be exact. Just another experiment that went wrong. Alcina almost immediately felt herself falling in love with you.

Those feelings were terrifying for her for the first few months. She’s been hiding them for so long that almost forgot what it felt like. After your appearance she felt her heart warming up again.

She gets up, walking to her vanity to grab a morning cigarette. She’s wearing a long black nightgown that hangs on thin straps on her shoulders. Alcina lights up a cigarette, looks at her own reflection in the mirror and sighs. Seems like wrinkles got more visible or it was just a subdued lighting? Her eyes are red from crying through the nightmare.

It takes her an hour to get read. Lady Dimitrescu did her make up as usual, put her wine-colored lipstick on before walking downstairs. She holds a cigarette in a long elegant holder as she looks around. Alcina puts her imperturbable mask on. There’s no need to show maids and daughters her true emotions.

The main maid greets Lady Dimitrescu in the Dinning Room as soon as she walks in. Olga, the main maid, puts the plates and a bottle of wine on the table before Alcina’s chair and bows down before stepping away. Lady Dimitrescu quietly sits at the table, nodding.

“Thank you, Olga. Is everything alright? You seem worried.”

Alcina asks in a soft tone.

Olga sighs before she speaks.

“My Lady, we ran out of timber this morning. I decided to send Y/N to get some-“

“No. There’s no need to send Y/N.”

“My Lady, but why?”

“I’ve… got work for her. She’s not going out and it’s not negotiable.”

“But-

“Be a dear, Olga, let her know. And send someone else to get some woods. Elena would do just fine.”

Lady Dimitrescu says as she raises an eyebrow. She pours some wine in her goblet, swirling it around before taking a sip. Olga bows down again.

“Will do, My Lady.”

Olga says.

“You’re dismissed now.”

*****

“My Lady, you called?”

“Oh, it’s you, Y/N. Come in.”

Lady Dimitrescu gives you a slight nod, not looking away from her diary. She keeps writing something down as you look around. You’ve never been in her chambers before and actually it looks quite impressive. Every thing in the room is carefully placed on it’s own spot which is a rare thing in the castle since there are three sisters. The size of the bed amused you. It isn’t just a regular sized bed for sure. Lady Dimitrescu is a very tall person, the tallest you’ve ever seen in your life.

Alcina lights up her cigarette, holds it between her pale fingers as she places the pen into the ink bottle and closes her diary, leaving it on top the vanity. She then finally looks at you, smiling slightly. Lady Dimitrescu gets up to walk closer to you. For your surprise, she kneels down in front of you and places her forefinger under your chin, making you look into her golden eyes.

“What did you want me to do, My Lady?”

You ask nervously as she glares at you.

Lady Dimitrescu let’s out a soft chuckle which made your heart beats faster. You look at her pure white teeth framed in wine-colored lips. You feel your palms start to get sweat. The countess looks magnificent when she laughs. Her smile lines also look pretty.

You are terrified by Lady Dimitrescu but you can’t deny the fact that she’s gorgeous. The way she walks, the way she speaks. Everything about her make your heart skip a beat.

“I want you to take a day off and spend it with me, Y/N. Mind joining for a wine private party?”

She asks as she gets up, running her big hand through your hair. You shiver, gasping quietly as you look up at her. Lady Dimitrescu smiles at you, her gloved finger trails down your cheek to your neck as she stares into your eyes. You swallow so hard that she hears it and bursts into laugh.

“My, are you scared of me, little one?”

Alcina teases, her voice changes into husky low tone as she lifts your chin up with her thumb, making you look into her eyes. You shake your head, your mouth is slightly opened.

“N-No, My Lady. It’s just… so unexpected. But how about Elena? I need to help her and-“

“Elena is doing her job. There’s no need of you to join her.”

Alcina cuts you off and turns around to walk to her vanity for another cigarette. She can’t risk your life. She lights it up and sits on the chair, frowning as she puffs her cigarette. You stay there, in the middle of Lady Dimitrescu’s chamber, in complete silence that none of you want to break. You can see Alcina’s nostrils flare as she exhales the smoke through them. She pours some wine in her goblet, sighing.

Alcina is nervous around you and it’s too obvious. You’ve noticed before that Lady Dimitrescu always looks for you around the hall when other maids do their job and then pretends like she is just checking on everyone’s job. Her face expression is always calm but her voice is cold as she speaks sternly to other maids. Except you.

“My Lady, what’s the exact reason you called me here?”

You ask as you keep glaring at Alcina. She stays quiet for few more seconds before she turns around to you on her chair. She shows “come closer” gesture with her forefinger and you step toward her. She keeps looking at you with her golden sparkling eyes, tiny smile appears upon the corner of her lips. You make another step to her and now you can reach her gloved hand.

“Closer, Draga Mea. I don’t bite.”


 Lady Dimitrescu murmurs as she keeps her eyes on you.

‘Yes you do!’

You think to yourself but makes another few steps to her. She smirks, gently taking your wrist in her hand and pulls you closer on her so you can sit on her lap. You gasp to her sudden move. Alcina places her hand around your shoulder and finally takes her huge hat off, placing it aside. You’ve never seen her like this before. Her black curls lay upon her forehead and you reach your hand to her face but she slightly pulls away.

“May I?”

You ask and Alcina closes her eyes but nods. She is nervous and probably even terrified by your actions. But still she accepts it. You reach your hand to her forehead and gently brushed her hair off her face. She sighs before slowly opening her eyes to look at you. You give her a soft smile and she gives you one in return.

“My Lady?”

You ask quietly.

“Yes?”

“Why can’t I go with Elena?”

Lady Dimitrescu frowns and looks away as soon as she hears the question. She sighs, taking her goblet to take a sip of her wine and places it back on the vanity before she speaks.

“The reason is you’re new and you don’t know the outside environment, Y/N. It’s dangerous there.”

Alcina says sternly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I’m afraid there’s no way I will let you go out there anytime soon.”

She continues.

You nod slightly, a smile appears across your lips. Does she care about you? You gently place your small hand on Alcina’s cheek, making your countess shiver. She looks down at you, her eyes sparkle as she is about to cry. After those terrible nightmares she wouldn’t let you out. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her arm around your waist, carefully pulling you closer to her chest as she looks up, holding back her tears. Her chin rests in the top of your head. You stay quiet for a while before Alcina cleans her throat. Her face is now cold and emotionless as always. She puts her hat back on her head and speaks.

“Now take your goblet, finish it and then clean the mess in the bathroom. As soon as you finish your job you may leave.”

“What about the private part-“

You ask but Alcina cuts you off once again.

“Enough talking, Y/N.”

You let out a soft chuckle and nod.

“Yes, My Lady.”

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[chaewon2000lover]

Tentacle game!!

Episode 0

(This is basically just an short introduction to how our MC got into his situation, you can skip this part and go straight to episode 1 if you want)

It was another typical day for you, a poor office worker who lived a simple life.

You worked hard to make ends meet, but it seemed like you could never catch a break. As you slowly walked home from work, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over you. You were tired of struggling and constantly worrying about money. But little did you know, your life was about to change in a way you never could have imagined.

As you neared your apartment building, a sleek black car pulled up beside him. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a man dressed in a smart black suit. 'Excuse me, sir,' he called out to you. 'Do you have a moment to talk?' You hesitated, but something about the man’s confident demeanor made you stop in your tracks. 'Um, sure,' he replied cautiously. The man smiled. 'My name is John,' he said, extending his hand. 'I have a proposition for you.' Your eyes widened in surprise. Was this man serious? You had heard of scams where people were promised large sums of money in exchange for something, but you never thought you would be a target. 'I'm sorry, I'm not interested,' you said, starting to walk away. But John wasn't deterred. 'Wait, please hear me out,' he pleaded. 'I represent a group of wealthy individuals who are looking for a man like you.' You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 'What do you mean, a man like me?' 'A man who is willing to take a risk for a chance at a better life,' John explained. 'My clients are offering you 10 million dollars in exchange for a small favor.' Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of such a large sum of money. It was more than he could ever dream of. 'What kind of favor?' he asked cautiously. John leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 'You must have sex with them,' he said. Your jaw dropped in shock. 'What? That's outrageous!' 'But think about it,' John continued. 'With that kind of money, you could pay off all your debts, buy a new house, and live comfortably for the rest of your life. It's a small price to pay for financial security.' You were torn. On one hand, you desperately needed the money. But on the other hand, you couldn't imagine being paid to have sex , let alone group sex. 'I don't know,' you said, shaking your head. 'It sounds too good to be true.' John smiled and handed you a card. 'Think about it,' he said. 'If you change your mind, give us a call.'

You watched as the car drove away, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, confused and conflicted. You tossed the card in his pocket and continued on your way home, the thought of 10 million dollars swirling in your head. That night, you couldn't sleep. The offer was tempting, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about it. You pulled out the card and dialed the number, half expecting it to be disconnected. To your surprise, a man answered. 'Hello, this is David,' the man said. 'I understand you are interested in our offer?' You hesitated before speaking. 'Yes, I am,' you admitted. 'Excellent,' David said. 'We will send a car to pick you up tomorrow at noon. Be prepared, the goddesses are eager to meet you.'

You nervously fidgeted with the seatbelt as you sat in the back of the car, your palms sweating and heart racing. 

You still couldn't quite believe you accepted to do this. The car came to a stop, but when the door was opened you couldn’t see much, two men hurried you along, until. A woman who introduced herself as your stylist led you to a dressing room and handed you a robe, instructing you to change into it.

Next, you were led to a room where a team of hair and makeup artists were waiting for you. 

They immediately went to work, cleaning up your appearance with a flurry of brushes and hairspray.

After what felt like hours, you were finally brought out to a dark room, surrounded by cameras. 

You hear what sounds like an emcee talking, joking and explaining while you stand in a pair of jeans and a white shirt, before you feel some hands pushing you forward.

You see a door appear seemingly out of nowhere, understanding what your meant to do.

You walk inside, bewildered but excited, your hands sweating and your knees buckling just a little bit.

You turn to see…

To be continued.

Hope you look forward to the next fic, whenever I decided to release it.

#kpop #kpop fanfic

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader x neytiri

summary: in which tinkers and her sweet boy have a talk

word count: 2.5k

author's note: sorry for such a late post, was really bust with midterms this week. and yes, this chapter is a bit short but i'm trying to pace myself and you guys before we get to the REAL angsty bits of the second movie. even i'm not prepared lol. anyways, hope you enjoy this very late update!

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Year 2169

“Tsmuke!”

You turned away from the damaged train, torn apart by one of your bombs for the raid. You should’ve been able to bask proudly in your work. Appreciate the damage you caused against the Sky People. Would be continuing to cause.

Instead all you felt was a heavy somber rest upon your shoulders and pull at your heart. Absent-mindedly, your hand found your stomach, which was still flat even weeks after the news.

“Tsmuke.” A warrior approached you with urgency written all over his features. “We’ve managed to clear out the entire train. I’ve already sent half of the warriors with the weapons back to the mountains.”

From the look and pause on his features, you straightened and frowned, “What is it?”

The warrior frowned, “We have a few that were injured in the attack.” For a split second, you thought of your two adoptive sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak. Or Jake and Neytiri, fearing for their wellbeing. It didn’t help that you were in separate groups. They had flown South to catch the other railway.

“Ezì was one of them.”

Even when he didn’t utter either your sons’ or mates’ names, you could not feel relieved. Your former mentor was hurt and it seemed like judging by the warrior’s face, he needed a healer fast.

“Okay.” You tucked your spear behind your back and nodded. “There’s nothing more for us here. Head back to the base. I don’t doubt the chief has already started his way back as well?”

The warrior nodded, “Yes, tsmuke. They’ve just taken off.”

“Good.” Really good. “Let’s go.

You and the warrior started your way back to where the rest of your group and ikrans were. Just a few feet away from you there was a small group huddled around someone. And when you got closer, sliding through the small crowd, you saw that it was Ezì as he was being helped onto his feet while one of his hands held his bloodied side.

Quickly, you joined his other side, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Argh!”

Both you and the other warrior caught him as he tried walking forward too quickly, only for him ending up practically falling into your arms. “Easy, my friend.” You soothed.

Ezì shook his head, “I must fine Lai.” Lai was his ikran. “I need to know if she’s okay.”

You glanced toward another warrior in silent question. She shook her head grimly. Lai was gone.

“I couldn’t feel her.” Ezì continued to grunt. You squeezed his bicep gently in hopes of comforting him. “Before I fell off of her…where is she?”

“You need a healer.” You told him firmly. “You are in no condition to be flying—”

“No!” He shoved you and the warrior away from him. It was then you caught sight of his wound.

A small chunk of his side was gone with blood oozing out of it. His quick movements were soon regretful as he slumped forward, nearly falling to the ground if not for you and a few other warriors catching him. The quick orders were flying out of your mouth instantly, “One of you place him on your ikran and fly back with him. We must hurry or else he’ll bleed out.”

As you said this, you took out a thin piece of string from your pouch hanging from your waist and picked up a large green leaf. You placed it on Ezì’s wound as one of the warriors lifted him onto an ikran. You tied the string around the leaf, keeping it in place against the wound.

“Go!”

In an instant, the warrior took off with Ezì securely lying in front of him. You rushed back to Zola and took off along with the rest of the warriors.

The raid had been a bitter success. And for a moment, you wondered how many more fights did you have to endure now that the Sky People were back. How many more people had to get hurt just to protect your home against them? The answer was sinisterly endless and that frightened you.

That there didn’t seem to be some sort of end to all of this.

If anything, the only thing that would end this for good would be death. But on which side, you had no clue. Could be yours. Could be the Sky People’s. Or it could be both because neither side was going to give up the fight anytime soon.

And that’s exactly what you were worried about.

When you made it back to the Hallelujah Mountains, you could already see that Jake’s group had made it back before you with how many ikrans there were sitting at the edge of the base. After the Sky People had returned a year before, Jake had the clan move up to the mountains so that way the Sky People wouldn’t be able to find them easily. They were in hiding. For how long? You did not know. And neither did Jake.

“Mama!”

Once you landed Zola, your daughter, Tsa’te, and Spider came running toward you. A gentle smile grew on your face when Tsa’te wrapped her small arms around your waist, “I wanted to wait for you but Dad told me to go with Grandma.”

Spider snorted, “As you can tell she didn’t listen.”

“Ah, Te-Te,” You tried giving a stern frown, running your hands through her curls. “What did I tell you about listening to your father’s orders?”

Tsa’te  gave a feigned thoughtful look, “To obey when he’s looking and to do what I want when he isn’t.”

Okay, you did technically say something similar to that but you didn’t mean it seriously. That just showed you to watch what you say around your little one. Sarcastic or not. “Not quite, but you’re close.”

You looked at Spider who watched you expectantly. You grinned at him, ruffling his dreads and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, “Good job staying with her, Parrot. You know she has a problem listening—a lot worse than Lo’ak actually.”

“Sure thing, Ma.” Spider smiled, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Speaking of,” You muttered, eyes watching warriors further away carry Ezì into one of the maruis. “Where are the boys? How did the raid go for them?”

Tsa’te pressed her lips into a thin line while Spider cringed and scratched the back of his neck.

You frowned, “What happened?”

“Teyam’ got hurt!” Tsa’te said bluntly.

“What?!”

“Nothing too bad!” Spider quickly added, sending the younger girl a look. “He’s fine! Getting checked out by the Tsahik right now.”

You relaxed, but only a little bit, “And where’s Lo’ak and the others?”

Tsa’te jumped at the opportunity to reply, “Lo’ak got chewed out by Dad again. Kiri and Tuk are with Neteyam.”

A sigh left your lips. Not again. “Alright.” You muttered, grabbing Tsa’te’s hand. “Come, come.”

High Camp was always busy and bustling with either Na’vi, avatars, or humans. It’s been like this ever since they moved here, always busy. Always making sure they’re protected. Always making sure their weapons were intact. Always doing something to keep themselves busy. Even from time to time you were among them. Helping Jake direct warriors or just discussing schematics on building more explosives with the engineers and mechanics.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at Mo’at’s marui to find Jake and Neytiri sitting outside of it and the rest of your children inside.

“Ah! Mom, you’re back!” Kiri noticed you first, drawing everyone else’s attention toward you.

“Hi, Mama!” Tuk waved at you with a white grin.

With a nod and a gentle smile toward Tuk, you entered the marui to kneel down next to Neteyam and Mo’at who were working on his back. Spider was right in a way. He was bleeding a bit but it wasn’t too bad. Thank Eywa.

“I’m fine, Mom.” Neteyam reassured you when you didn’t say anything.

“I know. I know.” You patted his head.

Mo’at huffed, “If he’d hold still then this would go a lot faster, isn’t that right grandson?”

“Ow!” Neteyam winced.

Kiri rolled her eyes, “She literally just told you to hold still, skxawng.”

You looked toward Lo’ak who had his head down even when you had entered seconds ago. “Lo’ak.” You didn’t have to say much else as he approached your side. You looked toward Tsa’te, “Stay with your siblings, Bunny.”

“Yes, Mama.” Tsa’te said as she joined Neteyam at his side.

As you walked out of the marui with Lo’ak in tow, you sent both Jake and Neytiri a glance. Jake was already watching you, subtle observing your body for any wounds—eyes lingering a little longer on your stomach—before he spoke, “Any problems?”

“We managed to get all the guns and whatever else was in the train.” You replied. A frown rested on your lips, “Ezì was hurt. He’s with the healers now.”

Neytiri stood, “I’ll go see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Tiri.”

She nodded, squeezing your shoulder. She sent her son a lingering glance, cupping his cheek quickly before taking off.

You glanced toward Jake, “We’ll be back.”

Jake nodded looking at the both of you quietly as he worked on his gun.

With that, you and Lo’ak walked away from the marui. The boy still had yet to say anything, eyes still cast down.

“I’m not going to lecture you.” You say after a while. “If that’s what you’re expecting. You should know by now I’m not good with lectures.”

Lo’ak looked up at you slowly, “I know I messed up—”

You shook your head, “Why don’t you just tell me what happened?”

And so he did. He explained how he convinced Neteyam to go down to the battle to collect some of the guns even though they were supposed to be spotters. There was a blast that threw both him and Neteyam back, which caused Neteyam’s bleeding. Lo’ak went silent, cringing at your silence, still waiting for another lecture.

Instead you frown, “As of now, my son, we are at war. We’ve been here before. Long before you were born. Your father, mother, and I both lost a lot back then. And we don’t want to make the same mistakes now.” You rested your hand on his head. He looked up at you then, “Which means, I need you to listen every once and awhile, okay? I know your father can be hard but believe it or not, that’s his way of protecting you and your brother and your sisters. He doesn’t want to lose you all. So yes, he’ll be a bit hard on you because of that—albeit a bit unnecessary sometimes—but then you have to hold up on your end. Stay safe and don’t get you or your brother into any more trouble. Okay?”

Lo’ak nodded but frowned, “But…he sees me differently. So does Mom. And you…”

“In what way, sweet boy?”

You could tell he wanted to say something but it was gone in a matter of seconds as he shook his head, “Nothing. Nevermind. I’ll try to do better.”

For a moment you watched. He had a hard time expressing himself. Just like Jake. At least with words. You found yourself paying attention to Jake’s actions because of this, his reactions to things as small and controlled as they were. And now you did the same with Lo’ak. It took time for these two to open up. But when they do, it would be when they’re good and ready. Jake doesn’t have trouble opening up to you now these days of course, but back then he did a bit.

That was Lo’ak now.

You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, “Alright, go back to your siblings.”

With one last nod, Lo’ak started back toward the way the two of you had come from. You didn’t follow. Instead, you went back to the marui that you and the rest of the Sullys shared. There you shrugged off your spear pouch and placed it to the side. There was a water bowl on the floor that you grabbed and began splashing some of that water on your arms where there was dried blood and dirt on it.

Once you seated yourself on the floor, Neytiri entered.

“He is resting. Ezì.” She informed you as she placed her bow down next to your spear. “Mother was able to stop most of the bleeding. But it will take a lot of time to heal. He won’t be able to fight for a while.”

A breath left your nose as you leaned back on your arms, “That’s good. Good, good, good.”

Neytiri knelt down beside you, staring at you gently, “You are exhausted. You should be getting more sleep.” She pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach. “His Mama shouldn't be so stressed.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” You frowned curiously.

“I just know.” Neytiri said with a shrug and a smirk.

It was nice being playful with each other, even in a time of war. You needed these moments. Neytiri needed this. Or else you were sure you would go insane without it.

Jake entered seconds later. By that time, Neytiri was already preparing to cook dinner while you were getting the fish ready.

“Here.” Jake took the fish you were working on and tied it over the fire that was beginning.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I feel like we’ve been over this before. I’m not helpless, Jake. You’re acting like I’m months along instead of two weeks.”

“I’m your husband, I’m supposed to be taking care of my mates.” He pressed a kiss against your temple. “Besides, it seems you’ve had a bit of a day.”

“Where are the children?” Neytiri asked.

“Probably still at Mo’at’s place, trying to touch everything she told them not to touch.” You smiled slightly.

Neytiri rolled her eyes, “I’ll get them. I do not want to hear more complaints from my mother for the next few days again.”

When Neytiri left, Jake stopped messing with the fire and took the spot next to you with a sigh. You noticed he had taken off all his army gear at some point, although you don’t know when. Perhaps you were just too distracted with everything right now.

“You’re angry.” Jake stated.

“I’m not angry.”

“Fine. Annoyed.”

“…Close enough.”

Jake sighed, “He just doesn’t listen, Doc. And if I don’t say anything, it could get that knucklehead into more trouble—”

“Must I always do damage control whenever you do talk to him though?” You frowned at him. “There are better ways, Jake.”

“Must you always baby him every time I discipline him?”

“I don’t baby him.” You snapped. He was a baby.

That got Jake to back off instantly, his ears lowering a bit. “Okay, fine. Fine. I’m sorry.” For a moment the two of you were quiet. Perhaps it was just the pregnancy hormones or the war but your eyes became easily misty. “Hey.” He whispered gently to you, his hand finding the side of your face, caressing it with his thumb. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

“They shouldn’t be here, Jake. Our children….they don’t deserve this.” You wiped your eyes instantly and shook your head. “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

“I know.” Jake pulled you into his side.

You buried your face into his chest, allowing silent tears to continue to fall down your cheeks.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Bestie we need a part two 💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💳💥💥💳💳💳 ASAP u can’t leave this beautifully made fanfic without a  sequel, this made me kick my feet in the air and giggle like schoolgirl 😀 lolll I’m down bad for Eddie/riddler

yo call me FedEx because I deliver (not sure this the package you wanted tho)

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 2

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

What you thought was a single, queer occasion, became something regular. The notes and cards would appear every other day and soon you found yourself expecting them with excitement. You had your own little, deliciously sweet secret. Realizing how the situation might look to others, you didn't dare tell anyone else about the strangeness you've been a part of - they wouldn't understand. People were quick to jump to conclusions, to assume the worst of others even if there was no malice. Just like there was none in the bizarre friendship or relationship, you had with someone whose identity you couldn't even begin to guess.

The question of the secret admirer's identity was something that wouldn't let you sleep. Some occurrences were too tailored to you and your mundane life for the enigmatic person to be someone completely estranged. Like that one day when the whole world seemed to be against you and nothing would go the way you wanted, you found a cinnamon bun with a birthday candle at your doorstep. So whoever they were, they simply cared.

Was there a piece of you that remained wary? Yes, of course, there was - if your life did not transform into a chick flick, it sure became a good buildup to a horror movie. That part of you, however, was silent most of the time. After all, what kind of malice, if any, could reside in a heart of someone who showered you with small gifts and words of affection?

That day, you were greeted with a bouquet of pink and red flowers strung together with raffia. A small tag was tied to the decoration:

What flowers are kissable?

You looked closer at the flowers in the bouquet - they were all of one kind...

"Tulips?" you slowly said to yourself. You couldn't help but laugh. "God, you're so corny."

Shaking your head with amusement, you entered your apartment and went straight to your bedside table to change one mysterious bouquet for another. The previous flowers barely even began to wilt.

"Wish you had a name," you said as your hand caressed the tag attached to the flowers.

Having let out a heavy sigh, you decided to change into something more comfortable. You let your thoughts wander, conjuring up various possibilities about the secret admirer, as you took off your top and pants - completely oblivious to the lovesick voyeur following each of your steps.

He felt a little ashamed for not immediately looking away. But, in the end, it wasn't his fault, was it? How could he ever be blamed for succumbing to your luring beauty? Could sailors truly be responsible for following the siren's song?

Although his eyes were still fixed on you, his mind was already fantasizing about the next gift he should make for you but most importantly - the little wish you had made that he couldn't help but grant. Truthfully, Ed couldn't deny you anything; he was but a humble servant to your ethereal glory.

The next day, when you were about to leave the comfort of your home and face the responsibilities of the real world, you found another envelope laying on the doormat outside your front door. Inside, there was another cheesy card to add to your abundant collection. This one, however, did not have a riddle written on it but a torn-out page from what looked like a vintage collection of poems:

My lady hath of charms her lion’s share; Grace, beauty, wit and a sweet thoughtfulness, Which rests serenely on her gentle face, Sweet as the flowers are, and pure as air.

Below the ripped-out page was a small scribble that made you audibly gasp, although softly: '- Ed'.

"So you do have a name... Eddie." You smiled to yourself feeling how easily the name rolled off your tongue.

His heart stopped for a moment. The world grew silent and the only thing that mattered, truly mattered, was the soft affection with which you spoke his name.

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[dreichrainbow]

DO IT AGAIN???

I'm not quite sure what happened here.. I was a woman possessed and wrote 736 words on my tablet because I couldn't sleep. I was actually enjoying writing some nonsense smut for the first time in years. But I needed to get this out of my system..

This fandom is going to end me.

I just need to shout this into void okay? Thanks.

No Nightingales

“You idiot, we could have been… us”

Aziraphale turns away from his best friend because it’s too much to bear and so he doesn’t realise that Crowley has strode over to him for one final desperate attempt at becoming an us. The angel barely has time to gasp in shock before Crowley grabs him by his lapels and slams their lips together.

Aziraphale vaguely wonders if the demon stopped time, because everything seems to happen in slow-motion.

No. Yes. Wha- what is he doing? Kissing? Is he kissing me? No, this can’t be happening. Stop.

Aziraphale grimaces and stares at Crowley through half-open eyes. He falters, his hands flailing at his side. Crowley pulls the angel impossibly closer and the blonde unintentionally closes his eyes and lets himself be drawn in.

I can’t. We can’t. Heaven and Hell will.. This is dangerous! But Crowley is right here. With me. Us.

For the briefest of moments, Aziraphale loses the battle inside his head and he melts into the kiss. His hands try to grip at the demon’s shoulders but they find no purchase. His hands instead press uselessly into Crowley’s back as Aziraphale leans into the serpent’s warmth.

Closer. More. Please. No! We mustn’t!

He lets go of Crowley’s back, but doesn’t have the willpower to push him away completely.

Selfish. Greedy.

But then Crowley roughly pulls himself away, his obscured eyes filled with pain. Aziraphale gasps, opening and closing his mouth to say something, anything, to make this all okay.

“I..”

His mouth is moving but no words come out. Crowley looks at his best friend with such profound sadness that Aziraphale wants to take him in his arms and fly them both away to the nearest star and never look back.

The universe needs me to be in heaven.

“I...”

Why would Crowley do this?

Aziraphale feels dizzy and confused. His lips still burn from the sudden onslaught.

We can’t be together. Not like this. The planet, our planet, is in danger.

He knows what he needs to say now and every fibre of his being is telling him not to.

Crowley will never come back.

He steels himself and looks at the demon with a mixture of heartbreak and resolve.

“I forgive you.”

Crowley sighs and Aziraphale nearly breaks down at the sound of utter hopelessness.

“Don’t bother.”

Crowley turns around and starts walking towards the door. They both feel the finality of 6000 years of companionship being torn apart. Aziraphale can’t breathe. His chest heaves as his eyes fill with tears.

Did Crowley really just...

The angel brings his hand up to his lips, trying to memorize the feel of Crowley’s bruising lips on his own. He is already struggling to remember and his heart shatters.

“Do that again.” He whispers when tears begin to fall onto his creased lapels. “Please, right now.”

“Do you mean that angel?”

Crowley had one hand on the door when the barely-there plea reached his ears. He’d spun around but not released the doorknob, which meant he stood in an uncomfortable twisted position. His serpentine spine could cope though as he stood frozen staring at the angel.

I can’t. Selfish. Greedy. Dangerous.

“I...”

Neither of them moved. Neither of them could. The tension and emotion weighing them down, overwhelming them.

“I...”

Thick tears continued to stream down Aziraphale’s cheeks.

We can’t.

“Yes.”

The word had barely left Aziraphale’s lips before Crowley’s were on his again. Aziraphale grabs the demon’s shoulders this time and pulls him so close they could have been one entity. Maybe they were.

“Angel...”

Fresh tears start falling on Aziraphale’s cheeks and it’s like a knife to his already battered heart when he realises that these are Crowley’s. He breaks their kiss to look at his kind, vulnerable, demon. The curly-haired angel gently kisses the tears away, one-by-one, before placing his hands on either side of the black sunglasses.

“May I?”

Crowley nods.

Slowly, Aziraphale removes the spectacles to reveal red-rimmed yellow eyes.

“Beautiful.”

He places a feather-light kisses on each eye, desperately trying to take away some of his demon’s pain.

“Angel..” Crowley says again.

“Yes, my dear?”

“I..”

The serpent’s eyes fill with new tears and Crowley’s voice breaks.

“I..”

“I know.”

Because he does. Some part of Aziraphale has always known. He and Crowley are parts of the same whole. Meant to be together. Meant to work together. Meant to safe the world they created, together.

“Me too.”

#do it again #good omens #ineffable husbands #fic #my fic #i am going insane #it's past midnight #my toddler is actually asleep but i can't fucking settle #send help

[brabblesblog]

Hope

Part 7 of the Goodnight Moon series.

After your disastrous confession, Astarion finally manages to tell you what he feels. Aka the confession scene from act 2, rewritten.

Read on AO3.

Part 6

Part 8

Masterlist.

"Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk."

Your eyes flick up to meet wide crimson ones, watching you with an expression you couldn't really put into words. The two of you had been avoiding each other after the last time he kissed you - well, you had been avoiding him, anyway. It didn't feel right after what he had said.

I don't do love. Let's just keep this fun, alright?

After that last kiss, you knew you couldn't bear any more of his touch than was necessary. You knew it would give you momentary joy, only to break your heart right after. So you kept your distance. Less painful that way.

You can feed on me tonight, if you'd like, would be the only thing you'd say, and once he'd agreed you would walk away, forcing your legs to move in the opposite direction. More than once you've heard him attempt to say something, but you've slowly mastered pretending to be deaf as you marched yourself away from the one person who mattered to you.

He would still come at night, the situation in the shadow cursed lands necessitating that he feed on you. You would talk, but it would always be surface level. He'd reach for your clenched fists as he always did before, but you would shy away from his touch. Eventually he stopped trying.

Today had been a tiring day, like all the others lately. You had taken your usual spot by the fire, reading a book. The story was one you've read before as a child, but the familiarity was a comfort in these dreary lands.

Astarion was biting his lip, looking rather unsure of himself. This was such an odd thing to see, and concern flooded your face. You stand up, tossing the book towards your pack.

"Are you alright?"

He winces a little at the question, then lets out a soft huff. The next words come out in a nervous burst.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I just... I feel awful."

Your eyes scan him up and down, trying to figure out what was wrong. Was he hungry or injured? He never asked to feed after that first day, but there was always a chance.

"Look-" he begins, and there was so much urgency in that word that your eyes immediately snap back to his face.

"I had a plan. A nice, simple plan - seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me."

He laughs - a nervous, terrified sound - and pushes through.

"It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it."

It was your turn to bite your lip and cross your arms. So that was what it all was. The sex, those sweet words, the coldness and distance every time he took you to bed.

He noticed your body language, and he shrank away in response. He knew what the potential outcome for this conversation would be, but he needed you to know. To hold his heart in your hands and to know everything that was in it.

"And all I had to do was not fall for you... which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart."

His voice grew soft, almost cracking. His eyes met yours, searching for anything that would tell him how you felt. They had never been more soft, you think to yourself.

"You- ... you're incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real."

He watches you with bated breath. The world falls silent, just him hanging onto the next thing you'll say. You shift your feet to buy some time. It hurt, hearing that. You had suspected something similar, but to hear it felt like your heart was being torn out. At the same time, you understood.

"So... the nights we spent together didn't mean anything?"

You had to know. They had meant so much to you.

He almost sounds exasperated, which would be funny in any other situation, but not right now.

"Of course they did - that's the problem! Or part of it." He grows serious, expression darkening.

"Being close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back for him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing."

He takes a shaky breath, eyes soft again. Pleading for you to understand.

"I don't know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I'd like to."

You nod, once. It stung, and that pit in your chest felt like it could spill out and extinguish everything if you let it. You take a couple of moments to answer, calming yourself. You can deal with your issues later. For now, he needed you to be strong.

"I care about you. Deeply."

He already knew this, heard you say it, but this time was different. Something stirred in his chest, something which had never allowed himself to have in so long. Hope.

"Really?"

You close the distance, wrapping your arms around him. He winces, not knowing what to expect, then freezes as he feels you all around him. The shock slowly fades, replaced with an overwhelming warmth erupting from his chest. Slowly, he returns your embrace, tucking his head against your shoulder.

As you two hug, you open your mind to him, showing him the truth - that you have loved him for a while now, that you wanted him not just in the way he thought you did. You wanted him safe, wanted him happy, wanted him to have everything he deserved and did not get. That his joy brought you joy, whether it be with you or without you. Try as you might though, a little bit of the pain you feel bleeds through to him. He sighs at the contact, wanting it to last forever, and when you pull away he almost begs you to not do so.

"You... you are full of surprises, aren't you?"

He's almost breathless. He knows there is work to be done, and that neither you nor him know what it really means.

"Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next."

He gathers his courage and takes your hand, meeting your eyes, hoping that you understand that despite how it had all started, he does mean it now. That he had been falling for you for some time as well, but that he did not know how to approach it, or see it until it he was drowning in it. That the guilt he feels for manipulating you had been eating him up inside. That he could never bear seeing you hurt, especially after that day in the creche. He wishes he could show it to you like you had for him, but it still feels like too much.

"But I know that this? This is nice."

I will show you. I promise, he tells you in his head.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

waiiit hear me out, chris with a yandere reader headcanons

(also i just realized im just spamming your entire inbox full, my bad actually😭🙏)

Now that’s a rare concept! 😳 You always give fun requests so please don’t worry! Thank you, and enjoy! :)

CHRIS MCLEAN X YANDERE! READER HEADCANONS

Chris can’t help being rich, hot and successful.

So it’s only normal that he’d have a fair, if not, larger share than most people of dealing with fan behaviour, especially of those who made it their life’s purpose to know everything there was to him; fantasies of marriage also being very popular among these goals.

Hence why when you in particular acted up in such way, he didn’t think much about it for he’d already seen it many times in the past.

Besides, he loved the attention. To have someone devote their entire lives to him and see it in action...

“Ohhh Chris! Your body is the sculpture of angels!” 

“Yes it is! Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I want to crush it into a jar and use a bit of your flavour every day as a bar of soap!”

“...”

You are not at all like his past interactions- you’re worse.

From the position of his assistant, which is more sucky on his part, since you were employed by the network itself, so he can’t get you fired easily.

No biggie! He’ll use your maddening devotion to him to carry out his biddings, from something as simple as getting him coffee(never needing to tell you his order) to something as vile as murder.

Yknow with his interns? Yeah. If anyone gets in trouble, it won’t be added to his record.

Somehow, every time he tried convincing himself there was nothing to be alarmed about, you would stray further away from your humanity.

“I can’t wait for you to die so I can take your skin and turn it into my one of a kind Chris McLean duvet! That way, I’ll always feel your warm embrace.”

“Haha yeah... I’ll always feel yours too...”

He nicknamed you “Sierra 2.0”- not to your face.

You understood how loveable your darling was and how he was a necessity to the world than you were to him.

Buuuut you would appreciate something in return if you were going to do all this for him in such a close proximity.

“I’ll give you a suuuuper big peck on the cheek if you do this right. You know how happy it’ll make me.” he winked.

Well, besides from that.

It was like he died already!

“Oh Chris... Why are you holding out on me? Is there something new about you that I have yet to learn? Why do you hesitate to love me? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“Kinda. Stalkers aren’t really my type, but please, don’t stop the attention.”

“Stalker?! No no Chris. I’m not a stalker! I’m your true love! I’ve torn myself apart to serve you as the noble thing you are! I worship you morning and night, I lick your dirty laundry clean, I give you the organs of everyone you ask of in heart shaped boxes, I even had one of your interns carve your figure into my back!” You take your shirt off and turn around, revealing the bloodied outline of his perfect body burning in your skin.

Okay, he loved his face being on anything possible.

But what the hell.

“You...love me a lot, huh?” What would happen if he took his sight off you to blink?

You turn back around, with that smile still drooling on your own face,“And it wasn’t just any blade he used... It was the blade you keep on you. So after he was done...I took it and...did things with it... You’re the most beautiful thing on this earth Chris, I can’t imagine how dull it would be if you were never born... I had to have you in me one way or another...”

You know what...

Having a second look, it was actually appealing. Of course it’d be! It’s him. Wait...why was he even freaking out? He doesn’t care about what happens to you! You chose to do this to yourself, in his image, in his honour and he didn’t even need to lift a finger. Exactly! This is just what was expected of a person like you to resort to when they’re constantly around someone as good looking as h-

“Should I have him carve me into you now?” You suggest, face as hot as a Bunsen burner.

“N-No, please! I’m good.” He raised his hands up in front of his chest.

You pause.

“Of course... How selfish of me. I shouldn’t be asking you, my love, to do anything that’s not from your free will. I don’t have the right to trap you or force you to do anything, I can’t do that to someone I love... You’d be selling yourself short if I won you over that easily anyway...” you drop your face into his chest,“Oh Chris McLean... You’re too aristocratic for anybody in this world. No one could ever be remarkable as you. I’m so lucky...I got to be from the same generation as you.”

...He pushes you away,“Yeah...sooo...personal space. Please.”

How ironic it was, a time when you were actually sane kicked in his adrenaline.

Ring ring.

“Yoooo Cody. Codemeister. How you been, buddy? Good? Greaaaat. How’s that therapist? Any good? Cuz I might need you to reference me...”

#td chris #tdi x reader #total drama chris mclean #tdi #td chris mclean x reader #chris mclean x reader #chris mclean #total drama island chris #request #total drama #yandere reader #yandere

[old-poptart]

*coughs cutely* miss me-?

Can i request hanako and teru (separately) with a s/o who overthinks A LOT and always gets nervous that people don’t like them- s/o reads into what people say BIG TIME so they can ‘prepare’ for when people leave them

So like the boys start to get distant (for school and other stuff) and s/o sees that as a sign that the boys dont want to hang out with them. Because of this s/o goes into a bit of a panic thinking that they might break up with them soon so instead of talking to them, s/o takes matters into their own hands. So when s/o tries to get their attention but the boys still shun then due to them being busy, s/o freaks out mentally and tries to hold back tears not to cry in front of them- you know what to do- ah-

(I totally don’t do this with everyone i know and I’m totally not spilling my guts out rn- nooooo-)

(Probably another reason this is so terrible written-)

ANGST TO FLUFF PLEASE!!!

a/n: yes i did ml 😘 AHHH IM VERY MUCH LIKE THIS AS WELL, REASSURANCE DAWG this idea is so muah chef's kiss, ANYWAYSSSSS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!

warnings: fear of abandonment, ignoring, wah wah sad stuff but yippee happily ever after :D!!!!

Hanako 🌺 and Teru 🤺 with an s/o who has a fear of abandonment (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"for we are like glue, stuck together forever."

hanako briefly knew about how you would get about the people around you

lil ol' you cant help but think of every possible outcome or aspect of the people you meet, if you didn't then you'd prolly go crazy and you'd be unprepared for any misfortunate upcoming events

as of recently, your beloved ghostly love has been quite busy with his supernatural schedule. meetings, rumors, keeping the school in order and in shape! it's tough being number 7!

he doesn't like that he has to spend less time with his partner but he is doing his best!! hakujoudai always helps y'all keep in touch, so does writing letters!! what a cute couple~

though you appreciate the sweet gestures from your boyfriend, you have been feeling like he is running out of love for you

you two normally cuddle and kiss like over five times a day, nowadays you barely get to peck each other's cheeks

sure you may be overthinking this but you never know the outcome!! you gotta be prepared!!

as time went on it kept getting worse, you two barely hung out anymore. he was the main subject of the day, now he was just another thought you kept in mind just in case

he's been meaning to talk to you about his absence but due to his ghostly duties (haha i said duty) he couldn't. believe me he is very upset that he can't speak with you at the moment and he's trying his best!! but alas, your thoughts took over

you came to visit him during a meeting, thankfully it was nearing the end of it and he was wrapping up the conversation. the small salty drops were beading up in your sullen eyes as your eyebrows were upturned, accompanied with your quivering lips that were too scared of saying of anything wrong

he noticed that you came to visit, a smile on his face but it slowly transitioned into a sadder expression when he saw your emotional face. once the meeting was officially over, he came over to you and quickly hugged you, murmuring these words as he kissed your sweet face, the face he missed so deeply. "im so sorry we've been apart for so long my love, im here now. tell me everything"

Teru 🤺:

"leaving you is like having my heart torn to pieces"

while you may not know it, teru reads your emotions very well and knows when you've been overthinking your relationship with him

he's tried his best to be a good boyfriend and spend the most of your time together, if he ever has any time with you

teru is a busy man. he has student council work, exorcist stuff, being the school prince, a lot is on his shoulders! he tends to get carried away with work a ton

he has been quite dry recently as well, his texts have been so lifeless.. you've wondered if a certain ghost decided to snag his phone and slide up on his contacts

you've also noticed that he has been getting more attention from his fans at school, it reminded you how much attention he had before the two of you started dating. you've also specifically seen more confessions towards him, it all seemed strange since the news about you two stuck to everyone like a piece of tape that would not get off of paper

with all of this, you felt less than. to you, it was clear that he didn't love you anymore, he just kept you around because he pitys you. you felt like decoration when you stood next to him, even when you two were alone

one day you finally decided to talk to him about this, you knew he was staying late for work as per usual. with balled up sweaty fists and a nervous mind, you walked inside that student council room

"hm? oh s/o!! come in!!" that charming smile of his always made your heart flutter. you sat down with him as you too a look at how busy he was, analyzing the paperwork on his desk

"yeah it's a lot- these are up for debate on the-" "teru, can we talk..?" your voice shook his head, he listened to what you had to say. he was still holding the pencil he had in hand and it made you sad, how he was right there next to you and yet he didn't fully pay attention to you, his lover.

you started to unravel about how you've been feeling recently, how these thoughts tricked you into thinking about how you boyfriend didn't have room for you anymore. he payed close attention to your tone, letting you finish and noticing how you tried your hardest to not let everything loose

he cupped your face, his thumb wiping away those sad tears of yours. it pained him to see you like this, he would do anything for you. and if that means to cut back on his duties, then that he will do. "dear, im sorry about all these things that have caused you pain.. i will help you go through this, and that it won't happen again.." his soft lips touched yours, making you feel loved again.

I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS- HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #hanako #hanako x reader #teru minamoto #teru x reader

[faceless-mirror]

Chapter 1: Strings That Bind

Ship: Hozier and Farren(ONBC)

Andrew and Farren have been traveling through the centuries. Andrew remembers each time, when each of their times together ended in horrible tragedy. Farren never remembers, but their hearts call to each other in every life time, even if it brings pain. Andrew is breaking now, just needing one happy ending where they don't die crushed to death- sacrificed to old gods- hunted for their love- or torn apart in battle.

All he wants is to have Farren and live in peace. Hopefully, the Gods will grant mercy at last for his past transgressions that led to this cycle.

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Red hair splayed out on the pillow behind his head as his eyes followed the moving red strings above him. Andrew had grown up with all his memories of his previous lives, whether it be a gift or a curse from the gods, it wasn’t clear. However, seeing all the red strings that connected others to their soulmates, platonic or otherwise, had remained the same in each of his lives. Laying in the bunk thinking about the past, he couldn’t help but sigh, touching his chest where the silver thread that came from his heart was. The thread was shimmery and soft under his fingertips, closing his eyes. 

If someone is listening, let me find them again. Please… just one happy ending for us…

It was a silent wish. Pleading to the heavens, and to all the deities lost and found, earthy green eyes watering at the memory of how their lives were cut short previously. The blood, the horror, the confusion- wrapping around them tightly, holding them as tight as he could as they both perished trapped.

A soft breath left his lips as he lifted the thread, tugging on it lightly, hoping they would feel it… that they would know he was thinking of them even if they couldn’t see the strings as he did. 

I’ll find you, no matter how long it takes. 

He got out of the bunk, calmly, sitting up and moving to write words welling up with melodies. He knew sleep would not be visiting him for a few more hours, thoughts of them too heavy on his mind. As always, if he thought too hard about them, all the words he couldn’t wait to tell them, and all the past heartbreak would flood back. So much love for them flooded his mind and heart, filling him with desperate longing. Even if all his songs ended up being nothing close to love songs in lyrics, in some way they were his longing and wishes for it to work out. 

No matter. This life would be different. It had to be.

Halfway across the country, Farren was just getting home, exhausted from work and everything in between. They slumped into their sofa, falling face first into the cushions, blue and black hair shimmering in the low light as they yelled into the plush cushion. They didn’t bother moving, getting up, after their scream was done, just laid quietly for a bit longer until they heard a voice.

“So… are you just gonna lay there and force me to sit on your head or are you going to move because I’m holding a hot bowl of ramen and I don’t feel like burning my hand any longer than i need to-” their roommate claimed, leaving the kitchen to walk to the sofa and coffee table. The threat had the desired effect, at least getting Farren to sit up.

Celia sat down setting her bowl down as she did, “Work that bad?” she asked, brushing back a strand of messy blonde hair, glancing at their exhausted roommate. 

“Yes! How did these people make it to adulthood?” they demanded with a frustrated scream waving their hands for a moment before hiding their face in their hands.

“They made it by sheer dumb luck-” Celia answered calmly, taking a slurp from their still-too-hot bowl, nearly screaming as they tried to cool it down any way they could.

Farren smiled slightly, leaning their head back stormy eyes closing for a bit as they breathed. “I’m just tired of people being dumb…” they sighed, getting up to change out of their uniform, if it could be called that. It was a low-cut black shirt, and tight jeans that were nothing but discomfort. It worked well for the club but the clothes were the last thing they wanted when they were off work. 

“Did they at least tip you?���

“Of course they did- Why wouldn’t the idiots tip the bartender with their tits out?” Farren called with a sigh, changing into something more comfortable, a breathable flannel and pajama shorts. They shot Celia a smile, going to the kitchen to grab a few cheese sticks. It wasn’t much but at least it was something. 

Celia watched as they curled up in the corner, “Any chance you’re going to make it to the concert?” 

“Doubtful.” they answered softly, “But that’s okay. I can’t justify spending that much on tickets.” 

“You always say that- unless it's like some tiny band at a bar-”

“Hey. Fifteen dollars versus a hundred is a massive difference- and I get to be right against the stage- and hang with the band-” Farren countered, visibly offended at the statement, hand pressed to their chest in mock horror.

“Fine- Fine-! Good points… but still. He’s been your favorite for a long time and he’s finally touring again-”

Farren held up a hand to stop their companion’s ramblings that they had heard dozens of times through the month already. “I know. But… I can’t afford it. And I would have to spend almost four hundred dollars by now to get a single ticket- I’m fine without going.”

In all honesty, they would love to attend. But it felt wrong to attend, something keeping them from attending. Something rooting them in place. They didn’t know yet, but their gut had never once steered them wrong. 

A few more hours passed, before they made their way to their room and opened their computer to check and see if any of their applications to bartend elsewhere had been taken. Or any of the artist positions had reached out. A few emails from clients, demanding their projects be done sooner- all the same it felt like. Nothing new. Sinking back into their computer chair they yawned covering their mouth to hide their yawn. There was a new job listing, asking for an artist for a mural at a concert venue. The same venue was looking for a bartender, to work specifically backstage. Taking a chance Farren applied, sending in their portfolio without much thought. It was like screaming into an endless void some days.

They had the next day off, they would be able to work on their art and get some things out before their next shift. Hopeful at the very least for that income, they closed their laptop, and turned into their bed, collapsing into a deep sleep filled with flashes of green and life, sunlight and hope. 

A few flashes of a face but not much more, it had always been the same ever since they were small. Sometimes there would be fire, rage, pain, and terror. All their dreams seemed to line up and help them with their art so at the very least they were grateful for that.

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