#have you ever gotten of a bad situation and are too afraid to go back there

[cookiiemancer]

Part 1

I have no idea what im doing when it comes to dialogue

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[kaicubus]

More Wayne McCullough NSFW Headcanons

warnings ✩° : nsfw, smut, mentions of being hurt, submissive!wayne, mentions of fighting scars, sexual things idk.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : thank you guys for being patient and stuff, i need to get back on the grind...

- I’m not going to lie. Wayne is the type to whimper. Definitely not all the time, so when he does, it’s like a sweet little treat for you. But in certain situations, he’ll let out a soft whine or groan that lets you know just how much he’s into what you're doing to him. Wayne loves it too much to the point he can’t help what he says accidentally or absentmindedly.

- He goes completely crazy when he can’t touch you, so you tie him up sometimes or tell him straight out that he can’t, just to get the needy stares that you’ll inevitably get when you do so.

- Pull. On. That. Damn. Hair. He likes it just as much as you do.

- He does this thing where if you initiate a kiss, he’s a little surprised but sort of melts into it, but when you try and pull away he just steps forward so you don’t break the kiss too soon. It’s specific, but you two always get turned on when it happens.

- Given the fact you guys are constantly on the run or hiding, having sex and intimate moments aren't readily done most of the time. That being said, the chance you guys get when you're alone is usually very very fast and messy. It doesn’t really matter the place or time, as long as you two know you're alone, it’s enough. You try not to be loud, but can you really help it?

- Doing it in empty bathtubs at a friends house, abandoned sheds, behind walls in alley ways, Wayne isn't afraid to just fuck you wherever. He’ll grab you by your hips and fuck you against a wall if he has to, or better yet hide you two under a scrap piece of metal for privacy. (Yes, it’s gotten that bad before). You on the other hand are a bit more hesitant, but it’s only because you don’t want anyone else to see you or him in that position—or any for that matter.

- Unfortunately, when you guys manage to sneak in a quick fuck, sometimes people have walked in and ruined it. In the moment, it’s mortifying, but afterwards you and Wayne laugh about it. Sometimes, he brings moments like that up to cheer you up if you're mad at him or just feeling a bit miserable.

“Hey. Remember that one time, when we were doing it in that family restroom and you forgot to lock the door?”

“I try to forget.”

“You remember what that lady’s face looked like? Holding that baby? She almost dropped it.”

“How can you say all this with a straight face?!”

- Wayne really likes having you on his lap, either having his fingers inside you or on you, or his dick inside you, and just looking really uninterested so no one suspects anything. But in reality, he’s super into it and moves your hips back and forth, maybe even kissing your neck or shoulder to show it. For extra safety though, he keeps his jacket or flannel plastered on your lap.

- He’s a bit strong, so sometimes he goes a bit overboard. That means sometimes he goes a bit too fast or bites you too hard or overstimulates you—but it’s by total accident.

- If you're riding on top of him, that’s the closest to heaven that Wayne will ever get to. It’s such a sight to see, not only your body but the way you move on top of him is just pure ecstasy. He loves it so much, he’s not afraid to lean his head back and open his mouth, flaunting his adam’s apple with his mouth agape.

- He can’t tell when the appropriate time it is to say those three words, even when he’s said them a million times before. So sometimes, even when you're giving him the sloppy toppy, he looks at you with pure love and just lets it slip out, “I love you.” and it honestly catches you off guard 9/10.

- Wayne won’t admit it, but when you touch over his scars on his chest, thighs, or face, it never fails to turn him on or get him riled up. He doesn’t know why, but neither of you complain.

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[villainousauthor]

Part one

The Villain's brow pinches together as they overlook the data they've managed to acquire so far. Nothing made sense, they've run every test they could think of to try and discover what it was that gave the Hero their regenerative abilities, to no avail.

They almost feel bad about the poking and prodding they've had to do, one blood draw after another, tissue sampling, and more. At the very least, Hero has stopped fighting them as much these past few weeks, making their work easier.

Villain turns back to where Hero sits on the exam table, their eyes adverted, seemingly focused on some spot in the corner of the room. They gently, but firmly, grab Hero by the chin and turn their head upwards.

"Open up." The Villain's voice is quiet as they grab a new swab. "I'm going to need some more of your buccal cells."

Hero doesn't resist their hold, but speaks up in the same unserious tone they always maintain. "Use normal people words, say cheek." They always seem to have some teasing thing to say to Villain, though it mostly lacks any bite. Villain assumes this is Hero's way of maintaining some sense of control in this environment, and it's not like they mind the chatter regardless.

"If you think buccal is a complex word, I'm afraid you really aren't much more than a pretty face," Villain's tone isn't serious either, as their fingers press into Hero's jaw slightly more. "Now open up."

Hero obeys without any sass now, parting their lips so Villain can swab the inside of their mouth. Villain doesn't miss the way they lean into their touch, Hero relaxing into their hold. It's a stark contrast to how things were the first few weeks here when Villain could hardly approach Hero without getting bitten or hit. Most of the early testing from those days had to be done with Hero restrained.

Now, Hero leans into them constantly, as if they're craving another person's touch. They maintain eye contact as Villain presses close, the whole situation feeling oddly intimate. Hero's skin feels almost addictingly warm, even through the Villain's cold gloves.

Pulling away and placing the swab tip into an opened tube, Villain turns away from them, hoping to show not too much emotion on their face.

They know how touch-starved and desperate for human contact Hero is, and by God they would love to indulge them, but they want to maintain at least some sort of professionalism here, despite how deeply unethical this entire thing is. Or perhaps because of how deeply unethical it is. One less sin counted against them. To tell themselves at the very least, they're not taking advantage of Hero's loneliness while in their captivity.

They look to Hero again though as they set the test tube down, and find their will slowly chipping away, as Hero watches them with those lovely eyes that make Villain want to keep them forever.

Villain sighs, taking their gloves off and approaching them again. "You make it so difficult." Villain's cold hand comes to caress their jaw, as Hero looks at them, slightly confused by their words.

"What do you mean?" They ask as Villain's thumb goes to trace their bottom lip lightly.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to let you go when this is all said and done," Their hand wraps around to their neck, sliding through Hero's hair. "Even when I've gotten what I first stole you away for, I don't think I'll ever be quite done with you."

Villain leans forward, their lips just barely hovering above Hero's. There is no mistaking the burning fire in Villain's eyes. They seem to consider their next action for a moment before pulling away hesitantly, letting go.

They clear their throat, putting back up that wall of untouchable professionalism. "That's all for now. I'll come to collect you later for another blood draw."

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[zafirosreverie]

Not enough (Bruno x Reader)

For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it

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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.

"Thank you Casita" you whispered

You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.

You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.

It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.

It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.

Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.

Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.

"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"

"You already are" you teased softly

She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.

It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family. 

Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.

Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.

The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.

However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.

So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.

"What happened?" he asked worried

"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"

He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.

"Amor..." you whispered

"Yes?"

"...please"

Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.

"Y/N -" he started

"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"

It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.

"Mi vida-"

"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"

Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.

"Not enough"

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello my stupid brain rot about yanquing twin sibling reader and about thier encounter with jing liu and how reader and yanquing remindes her of for explain jing Yuan and blade and I don't know why but post lofu I can see jing liu telling the general that she will take the reader as her new student but reader is like NO! I will not leave my bro alone and says how yanquing can't be left alone becose well after how yanquing left the reader to be beaten up by blade amd Dan henga they will never leave thier bro alone....NEVER!

I think I get what you're request, @zardas75 ! I'll try my best for this request :)

Ohohoho...It's Aboutta Go Down.

(Warning: Might be OOC! All Relationships are STRICTLY Platonic!)

The moment you and Yanqing saw Jingliu just stroll on in so chillaxed, you both brought out your swords and nearly launched.

Had it not been for Jing Yuan being present, and giving you the look that says "Not now," you both would've probably gotten straight into battle.

And the moment Jingliu opens her mouth and say she wants to take you for a disciple, you were two milliseconds away from sending out an entire paragraph filled with the verbal middle finger—which was very unprofessional, but hey, does it look like you care? Absolutely not!

Jing Yuan is glaring down at his former master and Yanqing is fuming. And honestly, you don't blame either of them. You and Yanqing had to constantly hold each other back by the absolute nonsense Jingliu was spewing out her throat.

"You are not taking one of my disciples...Master." Jing Yuan glares down at the former Sword Champion. "You are not taking them, regardless of their status as my retainer. I refuse to have my retainers separated."

He knew darn well the mayhem and bloodshed you both can cause if he agrees with this. And even looking over that part, he would never give you over to Jingliu. She was dangerous. She was mara-strucked and harsh. He would know—he's seen it all in his long life.

Yanqing is over and beyond furious that this woman is trying to take you—his twin sibling—away from him—your twin brother. And you share the same emotions so, what the hell, Jingliu!

"I'M NOT GOING WITH HER." You declare, seething and not afraid to show your hatred. "Why should I go with her anyway?! What's wrong with how I do things now, huh?"

"You have potential. Even more so than your fellow disciple." "Says who, you? Why should I listen?" "I can help you hone your skills. You can be the next greatest sword wielder of the Xianzhou Luofu." "I'll start listening to you when I start seeing rocks grow wings and fly, or mechanical cranes start laying eggs out of their non-existent a—" Yanqing covers your mouth.

Jingliu tilts her head. "Why are you so persistent in staying with them? Your fellow friend here has proved to need much improvement—" You both narrow your eyes at that comment. "—while it's clear that you have the means to go further than the level he is playing at. Do you truly not wish to exceed your swordsmanship further?"

Just as Jing Yuan was about to talk in his ever serious general voice, you pried off Yanqing's hand and say. "Why should I work with someone who likes to beat up my twin? Are you stupid?! At least have the manners to be apologetic about it, like that Dan Heng guy! You're just as bad as Blade at this point—"

Yanqing quickly covers your mouth again. You two made eye contact, remembering what you two swore not to speak of when in front of Jing Yuan—Don't talk about Dan Heng or Blade in front of the General. Looks like you got too caught up in your emotions, but you were still standing strong in your statement.

Jing Yuan sighs. He was aware of the entire situation, but he hadn't really expected for you to still hold a grudge for that Yanqing got beat by his old friends. Nevertheless, he looks over at Jingliu. "As you can see, Master, they are showing great reluctance to participate to train with you. I advise you leave, or we will have to...contain you, so to speak." You and Yanqing raise your swords, ready for the fight and the chase.

Yes, Jingliu escaped in the end. Girlie is fast fr.

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[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝔞𝖓𝔡𝖊𝔯𝖊 𝕬𝔱𝖘𝔲𝖘𝔥𝖎

Warning ⚠️- This contains Gore, blood, mentions of someone being ripped apart, kidnapping, talks about sexual punishments or just sex in general, Yandere, obsession, delusional Atsushi (?)

This is kinda rushed and sorry if anything doesn't make sense!

I hope you enjoy it!

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Atsushi has never gotten affection as a child or was shown appreciation at all. It's not a surprise that he's very affectionate with you. Giving you something he never had before in his childhood. His affection would range from giving you intense affection, gift giving you small gifts such as jewelry or plushies, and acts of service.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

It depends. Atsushi doesn't condom violence that much and tries to not get in a violent situation. But I'm not trying to make Atsushi look like an innocent angel as he would get violent if something ever happened to you. For example, you getting kidnapped by someone in the Port Mafia.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He wouldn't mock you. He could never do that but sometimes you do get on his nerves. Your constant complaining to go home just gets him annoyed knowing you don't have the desire to be with him at all. I do so that he would mock or sarcastically talk back to you when he has enough of your attitude.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Atsushi wouldn't do anything against your will. He respects your boundaries and wishes but when his day is really bad he might just overstep that boundary.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It depends on how in love he is with you. If his obsession just started he wouldn't show that much vulnerability towards you. As his obsession grows he does become slightly vulnerable and he lets his guard down as his obsession gets more intense towards you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It can go two ways. Atsushi would feel hurt and would mostly likely try to convince you that it's part of your safety and your good. He tells you that he doesn't want anything to happen to you as there are many people after him and he's afraid that they'll go for you too.

But, If Atsushi is over your attitude he just might snap and tell you to suck it up and get over the situation. It's not a secret that Atsushi is a bit sassy and snappy but he's also over with your behavior. He doesn't want to keep telling you that same reason over and over again and just wants you to get used to your new life.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He doesn't enjoy it. He doesn't see it as a game when you try to escape because doesn't want anything to happen to you. He would panic and try to keep you inside telling you "You don't want this." Or "You're not thinking straight and it's just something that your mind doesn't know what's best for you."

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Atsushi almost lost his mind. You had escaped the house and you were running down Yokohama trying to get away as best as possible. As you were some bad people walked your way and you know the rest of what happened. As you were getting hurt by them (or jumped for easier terms) Atsushi found you and saw the people who were hiring you. Of course, Atsushi doesn't like to be violent but them hurting you was crossing the line. (Cringing as I write this) As you were on the floor hurt and bleeding trying to cover yourself in a fetal position you could he screams and yelling. You kept your eyes open as you felt blood going onto your body shaking as you were scared. You made the mistake of opening your eyes to see Atsushi ripping a person apart. You were scared and kept your eyes closed as you cried in fear. You thought Atsushi was lost in his mind thinking he was going to kill you next. Your thoughts were snapped when you felt tiger paws wrapping around you and Atsushi lying next to you. He nuzzled his head into your neck and muttered sweet nothings into your ear.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Just a plain simple one. He wants to get married to you and be loved all his life. He wants a happy life where he can come home into your arms and she smothered with kisses by you. He wants to come home to a child running up to him hugging him and telling him that they missed him so much. He wants a life where he can be happy and have something he never had before.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

I wouldn't say he'll get jealous a lot but he would. It depends on who your talking to and if it's someone he knows. If it's someone he knows and has a good relationship with them he's not that insecure and jealous. But if it was someone he doesn't know then he gets a bit jealous. Maybe a bit insecure but it would be fine if you show him some love.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's very sweet and lovesick towards you. He'll be attached to you like a little kid wanting your love and attention on him and not some non-living object.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He is pretty nervous when he meets you. He's new to the feeling of love so he doesn't know what's wrong with him. Dazai would have to give him a talk about love and relationships and soon that would lead into Dazai making jokes about sex. Which Atsushi would probably not listen too and try to get Dazai to talk about something else.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He acts pretty much the same. He doesn't show his obsessiveness in public but it's kinda noticeable. It's noticeable enough for Dazai and Ranpo to know what's going on. But yet Dazai just wants Atsushi happy and Ranpo couldn't care less.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Atsushi feels bad for punishing you so he'll ignore you and probably neglect your basic needs like food and water. It only lasts for a couple of hours but sometimes it can go on for days. He feels really bad afterward and would smother you in kisses and hugs. I don't see Atsushi doing any sexual punishments but maybe he'll overstimulate you during sex or with toys.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom. (I have nothing for this ngl)

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Pretty patient. He only snaps if he's fed up with your behavior or if he has a lot to deal with at work or in life.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die he'll be depressed. He believes that no one could replace you and he has nothing to live for anymore. He might even kill himself just to be with you. If you leave he'll find you. It would take him long but he'll find you and he'll make sure you won't leave.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He does feel guilty about it. He would always stop what he was doing and ask himself if what he was doing was right. But would shut his thoughts down after he convinced himself that it was for the best.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Being abandoned and abused his whole life. No one ever told him he was loved or showed affection towards him. He just wants to be loved and be with someone forever who he trusts. He hates being alone and he hates thinking that he'll end up alone with no one on his side.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. He doesn't want you to cry, scream, or isolate with him. He wants you to be happy and safe so why can't he have that if you keep pushing him away and trying to leave?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Being a weretiger. And there's a slight chance he could be redeemed and you can take him to therapy for his unhealthy behavior.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

I guess affection. Show appreciation towards him and he slightly lets his guard down.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It depends. He would probably hurt you if you were fighting against him. I could imagine that Atsushi would drag you back to the house after you had successfully escaped without him knowing. You kept throwing around as he carried you and he snapped. He didn't think twice and threw you on the floor and yelled at you. It took him a few seconds to realize what he did and he would apologize and cry.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He does worship you a lot maybe too much for your liking. He can't help it he loves you too much. He has to express his love or he'll just get more obsessed. He does like to be praised too so it would take him off guard when he hears you praising him for the first time.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It takes him to snap. He would probably like to get to know you first becoming your friend before trying to make hints to you that he likes you. Even Dazai tries to get you to notice that he likes you. But if you are that oblivious towards his hints he would probably become a bit more obsessive and probably kidnap you within 6-7 months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No! He would never forgive himself if he ever did. He would probably be depressed himself if he couldn't find a way to make you go back to normal. He would try everything to make you feel happy. If you're not happy he's not happy.

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[discotenny]

Lost you once

After your death, Akechi struggles to make the right choice.

Goro Akechi x Reader <3k words, angst, P5R spoilers, acceptance of death, Akechi cries a lot>

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It’s the first time he sees you in months and it feels just like the first time he ever met you.

You’re lost in the station, looking around in confusion as you try to decipher signs that don’t look familiar. You accidentally bump into him and Akechi has to stop himself from letting out a yell, to stop himself from unleashing the culmination of a bad day onto some unsuspecting stranger.

Besides, you were already terrified enough, having gotten off at the wrong stop with little to no money left on your train card.

You chided yourself while explaining the situation to him- rambling self deprecating thoughts about being stupid for not refilling your balance, for falling asleep on your original train ride, and for bumping into him from behind.

He thought you were pathetic at the first meeting. A bumbling idiot, sweating with every word you rambled out- he had to hold himself back from letting his inner annoyance leak into his eyes.

Something about you sparked something strange within him. You reminded him a little too much of who he once was. And maybe that’s why he helped you that day. Why he bought you a ticket to Yongen-Jaya. Why he sat next to you on the train. And why he let himself accept your thank you gift of a half finished pack of gum.

Akechi made a joke that just one piece would have been less sad than a half eaten pack and he could see your lip tremble at his words. Akechi chose to ignore the strange guilt that came with the sight.

Following that, you promised one day you’d give him a proper thank you gift the next time you saw him. Akechi didn’t really believe there would be a next meeting, but it didn’t hurt to entertain the thought.

It’s the first time he sees you in months and it feels like the first time he saved you.

In another stroke of bad luck (or maybe fate), you find yourself falling into the Metaverse as you run away from some creeps trying to rope you into a ponzi scheme.

You’re terrified, shaking at the surreal and unfamiliar setting of a twisted version of Shibuya. From the corner of your eye you see running figures of blacks and reds. Out of instinct you hide, afraid of whatever monsters this strange world possesses.

That’s where he finds you. Hiding in an alleyway from sentient ATMs and shadowy businessmen. You’re just as scared as the first time he saw you, even more so in fact.

Once again he finds you pathetic, shaking like a leaf in the wind. But the sight of someone like you alive in the metaverse is a fascinating one he can’t help but admire. Deep inside he wonders if you’re different from others, but he squishes that thought.

He would have just killed you there, had you not immediately jumped into his arms when he first spotted you. Even worse- you had somehow guessed his identity under the mask- claiming the surprised sound he made was the exact same as the one from the train station.

He had every reason to kill you then and there, end your existence as he continued his mission to run away from the thieves, and no one would be the wiser as to where a pathetic nobody like you ended up.

Yet he didn’t. And that might’ve been the worst mistake of his life.

Because maybe if he killed you he wouldn’t have gone to dinner with you after. Maybe he wouldn’t have taken you home. Maybe he wouldn’t have spoken more and more with you.

Maybe if he killed you then he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.

Maybe he wouldn’t desire your touch through every hour of every day. Maybe he wouldn’t go to sleep drifting to dreams of you. Maybe he wouldn’t live the rest of his days craving your form.

And maybe if he killed you, he wouldn’t have lost you.

It’s the first time he sees you in months and the way you run into his arms has never felt so wrong.

The last time he held you, he knew it would be the last. He spent the day showering you in love, kissing you all over, holding you as to savor everything you had to offer. He wanted you to feel safe in his last moments with you, how you always felt when you were by his side.

Going into Shido’s palace, he had every intention of never coming back.

He expected you to be devastated. Spend days crying in your bed over his disappearance. Be upset, maybe even angry at the thought of him abandoning you for his selfish goals. He expected you would be devastated, but he also expected you would move on eventually. That maybe your anger towards him would turn to hate, that your upset would turn to disdain. That you would look upon his imprint on your life as a dark part you would never long for again.

It’s for the best, he said to himself. As always, he ignored the guilt that came with knowing he would cause you turmoil.

But Akechi never expected you to come to Ren, begging him to help him. He never expected you to force them to take you, for you to venture willingly into the dangerous world of the metaverse- just for him.

Akechi looked into your eyes through his red mask and saw a flash of bravery that was never there before. The spark made him stop in his tracks, pause in his monologue, freeze over as he realized the best of you only came when he was at his worst.

But the guilt is squashed as soon as Ren opens his mouth. And all hell breaks loose.

The battle between the thieves and himself is something he wishes you never saw. Seeing his humanity break, letting loose the feelings he tried to keep you safe from, his desperation to prove he was worth living-

He tried not to look at you throughout the struggle. If he did, he knew his resolve would fall apart and he’d do nothing more than cry in your arms.

As he stands beaten and defeated in front of you and the thieves, he still doesn’t meet your eyes. Even as you try and comfort him with words of love and assurance the ringing in his ears tunes them out. He doesn’t hear your chiding, your cries, and he certainly doesn’t hear the first “I love you” towards him that slips past your lips.

As he accepts his defeat and his own inferiority, he notices a familiar presence creep out from the shadows.

The foul words that his shadow spits out make Akechi want to claw out of his own skin. Towards the thieves, towards himself, towards you- horrible words and terrible truths fill the air. Things he tried so desperately to hide from you.

His killings, his past, his life as a living puppet for Shido to toy with as he pleases- all of it is laid out for you to hear.

He notices the pistol attached to the shadow’s waist and recognizes the glint in his empty eyes. He swallows the defiance that rises from his throat, the part of him that wants to prove the monster in front of him wrong. Through it all Akechi realizes this is where he dies.

Acceptance is what causes him to raise his own gun towards the him in front of him.

And when his gun raises, you run.

It happens in a flash.

Two gunshots.

One towards him, one towards the button to raise the wall that separates him and the thieves.

Two people move.

You push him out of the way, he falls to the ground.

One wall.

And he can’t see you anymore.

Laughter in a mockery of his own fills the side of the wall inaccessible to him, descending in tone as they slowly disappear into the floor along with the source. Your shocked gasps and painful winces follow in turn.

He screams until his throat is raw, pounding at the wall as he tries to claw his way to the other side. He promised your safety, not this.

You speak to him the best you can, over the pain in your stomach and the agony in his heart. Shakiness lines your voice as you chide him, telling him to shut up and listen to you. Through your sentences you cry. And you let out the second “I love you” directed towards him, and the first “I love you” he actually hears.

By the time he can reply with his own declaration you don’t have it in you to answer. And despite his acceptance of his own death just seconds prior, acceptance at his own survival makes him want to do nothing but scream.

The months that follow leave him hollow, an empty shell at who he once was. He watches from the sidelines as the thieves save the world. He watches from the streets as Maruki makes a mockery of Tokyo.

And Akechi watches as you cry into his scarf, scared and terrified just as he remembered you to be the first time he met you. He holds you and he knows this isn’t supposed to be. He shuts his eyes tightly, squeezing your shaking form.

Akechi brings you to Ren because he doesn’t know what else to do.

But Ren’s changed. There’s a new sense of melancholy that’s settled in his soul, different from the overwhelming grief that’s taken over Akechi’s. The first words he speaks explain everything about this ‘new’ him.

“So this is what he meant.” Monotone. Void of all the underlying confidence and ego he used to carry himself with. Filled with nothing but acceptance of something the two of you cannot comprehend. Ren urges the two of you to come inside Leblanc and sit with him at a booth.

Akechi takes the inside of the seat and you grasp his hand as you sit down. After a moment of silence you’re the one that chooses to speak first.

“Why am I here?” The crack in your voice makes Akechi want to shatter.

You look up at Ren and your eyes plead in desperation for an answer. Akechi can’t help but look away, staring at the table as he refuses to bear witness to the cruelty of your situation.

Ren sighs and twiddles his thumbs on the wood. “Maruki came by yesterday. He offered me something in exchange for allowing him to merge mementos and reality together. I-”

Akechi sees red and stands up, letting go of your hand, pointing an accusatory finger towards Ren. “So you let this happen? You allowed him to do this?!”

“I didn’t! But I woke up this morning and everything… Everyone was different. All of my- our friends are somehow in these idealized, contradictory lives. It doesn’t make any sense… And I- I don’t know how to fix this.”

“And why aren’t you the only one affected huh? He offered you something but you’re still here-”

“It’s this. He offered me this.”

The walls of the cafe seem to dissipate as you soak in the information Ren just revealed. Akechi quiets, eyes widening as his hands fall to his sides. Ren looks away, a grimace finding itself on his features.

“I just wanted you to be happy, both of you. All of us. You shouldn’t have been involved from the start y/n. I- I shouldn’t have brought you with us and I regret it every single fucking day. It was my fault, I’m sor-”

You reach over the table and place a comforting hand on his own. “Please don’t apologize.” Despite the sadness that laces your words you’re smiling.

Ren returns your smile with a solemn one. He turns to Akechi, “When you disappeared after it felt like that dream was as good as gone. I didn’t know you were even alive until today…”

“So by bringing me back Maruki thought that would…”

“Fix us…” Akechi cuts in and his hands are shaking. The anger that claws up his body is familiar. It’s visceral, and he still refuses to look at you. “That bastard…”

The two of you leave Leblanc shortly after, accepting an invitation to come back tomorrow to discuss the situation further with Ren. The streets are quiet as Akechi leads you home, holding your hand but not looking at your stare.

“Goro…” He doesn’t need to meet your eyes to know you’re looking at him in pity. “I…” Your hesitation makes his throat close. Are you scared of what he might do? Are you thinking back to the last time you saw him angry? The last time you saw him ever?

“I… don’t want you to accept this reality.”

“What?” The smile that finds itself on his face is a front for his disbelief. His eyes are closed despite turning towards you and that makes you frown.

“Look at me, Goro.”

He doesn’t want to. The last time he stared at you up close was the morning of your last. The last time he looked in your eyes was moments before your passing. The last time he looked in your eyes was the day a part of him died.

But your hand gently grasps his chin and forces him to drown. He can’t stop the tears that fall from his eyes as his eyes finally meet your own.

“Reject this, please…”

Akechi doesn’t say more because if he does it’ll be a verbal acknowledgement that you weren’t supposed to be here. He doesn’t say more because if he does he doesn’t know what’s going to happen to you.

He was supposed to be your protector, but he’s reduced to a shaking child desperate to cling onto the one source of love in his life. The more you take him into your hold the more he crumples, letting out sobs in a reply he can’t bring himself to speak. He must look pathetic, he thinks to himself.

“I-”

Your hand comes to his head, caressing his hair as he cries. Through sniffles and hiccups he allows himself to hug you back.

“I’m so, so sorry,” His voice is lined with water as he feels himself begin to grovel.

“I know,” your voice is soft yet all it serves is to intensify his turmoil.

“I don’t want to lose you again, I-”

“It’s alright.”

“Is it selfish that I want to say no?”

You pull away from him, holding him by the shoulders and looking up at him with your wonderful, shining eyes.

“It’s not selfish Goro. It’s just love.”

You kiss him, and your lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be. The same lips that would bring him out of nightmares and darkness. The same lips that would manifest a sense of love for himself that never existed without your presence. It’s innocence that lines your movements, just like the innocence that has followed you since the first day he ever met you.

When you draw back to take a breath he finds himself chasing after you in desperation. His hand comes to your chin as he tries to pull you closer to him, to try and merge your souls so yours can’t escape from his again.

There’s a sick feeling in his stomach that if your lips represent innocence, his represents the ever growing darkness seeping out from within him. With the merger of your love, Akechi doesn’t want to know if the product is something that can withstand what has to come next.

His lips supplement all the words he refuses to say. They pour apologies into your being and with every movement he hopes you understand just how much he missed you and how much he needed you.

When you part you’re panting, staring up at him in awe and wonder and it makes him want to sob.

“I…” Akechi wants to move away from your gaze, from any possible judgment he feels you may let out. Ironically, it’s the intensity of your look that keeps him chained to eye contact. “I cannot live in a world without you.”

“But you have to.”

He can’t bring himself to say that he knows but you know it’s there anyways.

“It’s going to be okay Goro.”

“How do you know that? It hasn’t been okay since… I haven’t been okay since.”

“I know because I believe in you,” your thumb rubs his cheek, red from the cold and tears. “I know you think that what happened is your fault but it was my choice Goro. You can’t take that away just so you can deny yourself the chance to live.”

The shine in your eyes is unmistakable. The same look you gave him before he never saw you again, bravery. Akechi grabs your hand because he knows what’s going to happen next.

“You can’t do this,” he chokes up, “You can’t sacrifice yourself again for me.”

You take a step back, still holding onto his cheek and looking at him with those incredible, shining eyes. “I love you, Goro.”

“I love you too. I love you, I love you, I-” He hopes if he repeats it enough it’ll convince you to stay.

“And because I love you, I can’t stand to see you this way.”

You kiss his cheek for one more time and whisper in his ear.

“Live your life Goro. Help Ren and save the world. And when we see each other again, tell me everything,” your lips leave his cheek so gently it's like you were never there.

“I will, I promise, I promise you I will,” his gaze glosses over as he takes in all of your form. Your warmth, your eyes, your kindness, your lips, your bravery, your smile, all of you. Akechi closes his eyes and there’s a silent I love you that doesn’t need to be said.

The embrace of your arms dissipates, his hand closes around nothing, and all that’s left in your wake is the glitter of sparkle and shine. It’s the last time he ever sees you in this life, but it’s nothing like the first time he lost you.

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RAHHHHHHh !!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed this !!!! I enjoyed writing this GOD I LOVE MT BAB TGEFUWHFIWEHFJQI !!!

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[whchenlvr]

Hi, I absolutely loved your Weak Hero collections. There are just so few of them in here, and you did such an amazing job capturing their personalities. I'm a great sucker for angst, so if requests are open, and you're comfortable with it, I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Y/N gets seriously hurt while taking the hit for them? Like they get in between and get stabbed/punched/near death? Basically, it's their fault you get hurt?

You can write for any, but I'd really like a Wolf Keum one...

Thank you tons and absolutely loved your writing style :p

YES omg i’ve been wanting to write angst and i LOVEEE wolf. THANK YOU SO MYCH

when you get seriously hurt ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum. stabbed

➤ you had a bad feeling. you tried convincing wolf not to leave that night, but he didn’t listen. when did he ever?

➤ the union was never safe, but recently, the violence has gotten more extreme. you’d witnessed old friends of yours falling into the fighting scene and ending up in the hospital

➤ you even caught yourself waiting by the front door until you see your boyfriend through the window and have to stop yourself from running out to greet him

➤ you’re doing just that one evening, watching, when you see wolf’s purple hair appear. you’re about to welcome him in when something behind him catches your eye

➤ without thinking, you throw the door open and run out to him. wolf is too distracted by your presence to notice the masked man behind him with a knife. “wolf, look out!”

➤ you just barely shove him out of the way when you feel a sharp pain in your side. you instantly fall to your knees, and you can tell wolf hesitates on whether to grab you or chase the man who did this, not realizing you’d just been stabbed

➤ when he does realize what’s going on, wolf would just stare at you with wide eyes

➤ his panic response is always fight, never flight, but he can’t fight this. he stands over you, frozen, for a few moments before calling for help and dropping to your side

➤ “you okay?” he’d ask in a distance voice, more for himself than you, but you know from all the times of cleaning wolf up what to do in a situation like this

➤ you’d have to take wolf’s hands in yours and press them against your stab wound, trying your very hardest to keep calm in this situation, since you can tell by the daze in wolf’s eyes that he’s in shock and won’t be much help

➤ “you’re not going to die. you’re fine,” wolf would repeat, and you’d just nod and focus on your breathing. “i’m fine. you can’t get rid of me this easy.”

donald na. shot

➤ you and donald had been walking home from a date one evening when you noticed someone following you

➤ when you move to warm donald, he only places a hand over yours, catching your eye and shaking his head to signal “no”

➤ that’s when you start to panic, because donald isn’t the type of person to back down or step away from a fight. you assumed it was because you were with him, but donald had seen the light catch on the follower’s hand and knew that this wasn’t something he could punch his way out of

➤ you’d just passed a corner when donald suddenly shoved you forward and turned back to tackle the follower. he had him pinned, weapon tossed to the side, and looked back at you when his eyes widened. “y/n!”

➤ but you’re frozen when you hear something click behind you. there were two of them.

➤ you barely have time to scream when the person pulls the trigger, and white flashes before your eyes as you fall to the ground

➤ donald wastes no time jumping off of the first man to run to you, ignoring the sound of him running away as he holds you in his arms and presses both hands harshly against your shoulder

➤ donald is calculated. he is talented and skilled in fighting. he doesn’t know how to keep calm against a bullet wound in the person he loves most

➤ he’d be too afraid to pull his hands off of the wound to use his phone to call for help, and thankfully a helpful pedestrian would run over and call for you instead

➤ donald would ride in the ambulance with you the entire way there, keeping you talking and laughing as he tried to get himself to stop shaking

gray yeon. glass cut

➤ typically, gray is aware of his surroundings at all times during a fight. your presence threw him off guard and wasn’t something he took into account

➤ you didn’t mean to be there. you had almost been home when you realized you’d forgotten one of your notebooks in your desk and turned back to retrieve it from the school. it wasn’t your intention to stumble upon a fight

➤ you can tell right away that something is wrong. everyone looks too tense, like they’re all afraid of more than just a few bruises

➤ then you see it. on the ground is a boy you recognize from your 1st period, laying in a pool of blood too big to be from fists

➤ there’s another, taller boy standing above him with something clutched tightly in his fist. when he realizes what he’d done, his hands tremble and he runs away from the group. runs right toward you

➤ it was clear by his face that he was scared. it was obvious that this was an accident, and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time

➤ you move too slow as you step out of his way, and pain flares in your middle as the broken shard of glass sliced into you

➤ it takes no time at all for you to lose your balance as blood seeps into your once clean white uniform shirt

➤ you were so distracted on trying to apply pressure to your wound that you didn’t even notice gray sprinting toward you, his eyes wet with worry

➤ “what happened, what happened?” he’s repeating his words like a mantra as he falls to your side as assesses the situation. you can tell he’s trying to be brave, but there are tears rolling down his cheeks as he desperately covers your hands with his

➤ he’d be a trembling mess, his mind completely jumbled as thought of stephan fill his head. how he couldn’t help him. he wasn’t about to make the same mistake with you, too

➤ gray would tear the sleeve from his jacket to wrap around your wound and keep pressure with one hand as he calls an ambulance with the other

ben park. ganged up on. beaten

➤ ben can usually handle himself well. even when he’s outnumbered, his focus is only on himself and the men fighting him. not you

➤ the two of you would be walking home from a date one evening when a group of new union members trying to impress donald na surround you

➤ ben would instinctively pull you close to him, and you can’t help but shrink back when you notice how his face hardens and his chest puffs out

➤ “you’re big ben, right?” “…” “so you are! we figured, you know, if we rough you up a little, maybe we’ll get on donald’s good side!”

➤ you weren’t that afraid until more of them started trickling in around you, and soon a group of rowdy teenagers had formed around you and your boyfriend

➤ when the first kid charges, ben knocks him to the ground with a single strike. you aren’t sure what these boys thought they could do, but as more approached, you started worrying for ben

➤ thankfully, he’d been teaching you basic self defense, but you’d never had to use it in real life as he’d always been there to protect you

➤ it happened so fast. more and more kept appearing, and soon ben was overwhelmed. you fought off as many as you could, but when one of the boys threw a brick at the back of your head, you were done and taking kick after kick

➤ ben only noticed when he realized how quiet you’d gotten. when he sees you on the ground, not moving, all he’d see is red

➤ less than a minute later, you’d be in his arms with your body pressed against his chest as he runs to the nearest hospital, begging you to be okay

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[spiriteddreams]

he wishes he could be selfish for once. ft gojo satoru! cw: angst, shibuya arc spoilers near the end

gojo satoru thinks that to love him is to lose. it is to give up your dreams and leave behind a glowing path to instead venture with him towards despair. he leaves pain in his wake, full of memories that cling to his shadow and whisper in his ear. they refuse to back down, refuse to be forgotten as they dig shadowed claws into his shoulders. but he so desperately wants to be selfish. he wants to indulge in sweet moments and forget about the world and pretend that loss isn't the only thing that he's really known.

he keeps himself at a distance. never too close, but never too far. that way, he can look over those that he cares about without ever putting them into too much danger or accidentally burdening them with the weight that has been placed on his shoulders since the day he was born. he willingly puts on his facade with each waking day and pretends that there is no need for anyone else to have to worry about anything. he reminds himself that he is gojo satoru, the holder of the six eyes, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world, so, by default, he can and will be able to solve every problem that comes his way.

except that in the real world, things don't ever seem to work out this way. bad luck is an invisible curse, unable to been seen, heard, or even sensed. and it trails after him, lingering in his shadows and blanketing over him when he tries to sleep. satoru thinks that bad luck follows him around everywhere he goes, so the only next step to do to those he is close with, is to push them away.

push all those that he loves away from him so they are out of harm's way. funny how it doesn't work that way. because when you stumble into his life, quite literally, by running into him through the hallways of jujutsu tech when you're both first years, you knock him off his feet. it's one of the rare moments when satoru isn't keeping up his shielding and in the moments that he hits the floor and you're frantically apologizing and helping him up, he's in a daze. there's just something so bubbly and friendly about you that makes him want to pull you in close and never let go. you're too sweet for him, too warm and understanding that he thinks he could get addicted. and that scares him.

by the time you're both adults, with years of experience and trauma now haunting your memories, there is an undeniable distance that separates the two of you. it is made up of unsaid words and shared glances across the room, both too afraid, too unwilling to make the next move, to have the confrontation that could mean putting both of your lives in further danger.

because he is gojo satoru, the holder of the six eyes, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, a man who is so in love with you that it scares him because he knows that it would be selfish of him to put you in such a dangerous position. so he resigns to keeping himself at a distance, only indulging when the time allows. and when it does, he finds himself falling even harder, even faster. it makes him selfish and jealous, such ugly emotions that he pushes down the moment he notices them making an appearance.

so he throws himself into battle. and when sukuna chooses yuuji to be his vessel, satoru's world begins to fall apart. one after another, the world begins to crumble beneath his fingers and there's nothing he can do to stop the oncoming storm of misfortune.

on october 31 in shibuya, in a split second, gojo satoru thinks about where you are. he thinks you're fighting, and winning, against curses. he thinks you probably look beautiful with blood splattered across your clothes and a fire in your eyes that makes him so proud of you. he thinks you would scold him for the situation he has gotten himself in, shake your head and pretend that everything is okay as you promise to come back for him. he thinks you might cry for him, and he hates the thought. he's glad you're not here to watch him be sealed away because it would break his heart to see the expression on your face. and as darkness begins to envelop his vision, he thinks of you and the warmth you once gave him. he thinks of a crash in the middle of jujutsu tech and the warmth that flooded his skin. and in the darkness of being alone, he feels just a bit warmer.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: wow where did this angst come from i was just writing al-haitham fluff and then switched to this LMAO

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[epiclamer]

Hey just wondering if you could do something where Villian (or Hero) is flirting with Hero (or Villian) until they are extremely flustered to the point they can't comprehend anything :) All good if you can't👍 Thankyou:)

I WANTED TO WRITE A TRAPS SNIPPET SOOOOO-

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Trapped

Hero didn’t like the odds of the situation they were currently trapped in. Literally. Here they were, hanging in the air, tangled in a net, in the middle of Villains base.

Resources? None. Help? None. Backup? None. Hope? None. Pure, raw fear? Lots.

Villain was well-known and feared by the city itself. They didn’t waste time in getting the information they wanted or needed and held a reputation as a cruel torturer; nobody that went in, came out. Villain was a cold-hearted murderer, with no respect or mind for others as they went about their crimes and shenanigans. The last thing any hero wanted was to be assigned a post with Villain, it was practically suicide.

However, Hero was tired of living in fear, they were tired of cowering and hiding from their assigned nemesis. They had been trailing Villain for the past month and everything had been going just fine until three minutes ago when Hero had practically dug themselves a grave.

They had gotten too cocky and now they were going to pay for it.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t my favourite nemesis yet.” The voice sent cold chills running down Hero’s spine, making them freeze from their wriggling escape and still out of pure terror. “You know, I was waiting for you to get caught. You’re the only one to have made it this far and the bravest to ever even consider setting foot in my territory. I’m impressed.”

Villain stood just a few feet away from the dangling hero, watching them intently with clever eyes and a knowing smirk, almost as if they could hear Hero’s heart beating out of their chest and the sweat collecting along their spine. Hero didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid it would get them killed, but Villain seemed almost lax at the sight of the intruder in their home base.

“Darling, if we’re going to have a conversation you need to talk, hm? Or have you lost your words along with your head?” The casualness with how the Villain flirted was so incredibly charming, Hero could hear their heart skip a beat as blush rose to their cheeks.

“I-I uhm… H-how did you know I would be here?” Hero wasn’t fooling anyone with their shaking voice and sweaty palms, but Villain seemed to find their fear adorning as they smiled.

“I’ve been watching you for the past month, lovely. You’re quite the talented little hero, it’s too bad that a trap as simple as this one would be your fate, hm?” Making the hero squirm and turn a ghostly white seemed to only amuse the villain. “Maybe if you have something more… interesting to offer I could let you off the hook just this once…”

Hero’s face went from a sickly pale green to a tomato red unusually fast and Villain couldn’t help but chuckle at the display. They stepped forward towards the net, Hero’s face just a few inches above Villains as they stepped close enough to feel the others hot breath fanning against their ear.

“Oh Hero, you and I both know that ever since you’ve been assigned as my new nemesis, you’ve been enjoying the position a little too much, hm?” Villain raised one hand and Hero flinched back, trying to create as much room between the two of them as possible.

“W-wait- please-” But before Hero could get another word out Villain had grabbed hold of the netting and yanked it down so the two were face to face. Locking eyes with their nemesis as they leaned forward until the net was the only thing keeping the pair apart.

Villains smell was intoxicating and their close proximity drove Hero wild, they just wanted to press their bodies together and forget about everything else. No more task force, no more heroism or paperwork. Just the villain and just the hero, together.

It was true that Hero had been studying a little bit too intently on the villain and their suit, but they couldn’t help themselves. Villain was ravishing and all of Hero’s senses were zeroed in on their primal instincts of need. They needed the villain and they needed them now. That’s what had pushed them to try and pull off such a risky task in the first place, driven by greed and lust to try and even just get another taste of what Villain had to offer.

“I know what you want little hero, but I promise you won’t be able to do so much as think tomorrow besides dwell on how good my touch felt against your skin.”

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[nonas-third-tantrum]

Ok but what’s this legendary bad soup story??

lmao ok so

back in november, just before thanksgiving, my mom came to visit me. leading up to this trip, she told me she had made the best soup ever and that she just had to make it for me. she raved about this soup. this soup was the best thing that ever happened to her (mind you she raised five children).

i said oh wow what kind of soup? and she says 'oh i didn't follow a recipe i just threw a bunch of stuff but it was SO good.' now at this point i'm not too skeptical because who hasn't made a delicious soup by accident?

she then asked me to purchase ingredients for the soup. the three texts she sent me read as follows:

"Vegetable broth baby carrots 4 small potatoes 4 small sweet potatoes acorn squash small frozen corn and peas"

"Soup!"

"Small butternut squash"

the excitement is palpable. these ingredients may raise a red flag for some of you but i am a vegetable girl and i am not yet afraid.

we decide we'll invite my girlfriend and a couple friends over for dinner, featuring the soup. not a big party, mind you, but we have now brought three other souls into this situation.

the dinner is scheduled for monday. she begins making the soup on saturday. and this is where things start to go south, and also where the timeline gets a little fuzzy.

here is what i do know: the soup cooked for three days. at night, my mom turned off the crockpot, and in the morning, she turned it on again. at some point during these three days, i tasted it. i think probably on day 1, because at that point i did not expect that the soup would be cooking. for. three. days.

reader, it was so bad. i think part of the reason she kept cooking it was because she was trying to save it, but it could not be saved. it was also quite literally not safe to eat. my mom was so upset that we cancelled the dinner entirely. it's still a sensitive topic.

also - because the crockpot was on for so long, it cracked. and it leaked. and then, a month later, when i was moving out of my apartment, i discovered that the leak had been worse than i thought and had gotten underneath the counter where i kept my extra paper bags. the bags were stuck to the floor with nature's adhesive: mold.

the soup was doomed. doomed by the narrative. and now we are haunted by the soup.

and that is the story of SoupGate

#soup #stories #text #doing penance (responding to asks)

[dessiesposts]

Make you Feel my Love pt. 2

Ellie Williams x Reader

Modern AU

TW: Angst, sexual situations, cursing, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, mentions of death.

Summary: You and Ellie were best friends growing, practically attached by the hip. One day you finally become more and never look back. Your life seemed perfect until a crash turned everything around. Will you and Ellie be able to navigate this new terrain or will everything you have built crumble?

Chapter Two: I need you now

WC: 1.8K

A/N: Thank you so much for the love that this story has gotten. I seriously am so happy you all love it so much! Thank you!! Please let me know if you would like to be apart of the taglist!!!

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Part One

6 years, 9 months and 15 days before… 

The room was quiet. You and Ellie laid in her bed giggling at another stupid pun. You ended up snorting at her jokes which only egged Ellie on more. When she looked at you it felt like the world was only you two. You felt like the sun revolved for her. She looked so pretty when she laughed, it always made you giddy. You liked her so bad it hurt. You were so scared to tell her, you knew Ellie liked girls but you grew up with her. She saw every version of you, and she loved every version of you. 

You would constantly doubt the girl’s affection for you. You somehow always chalked it up to your friendship bond. There’s no way Ellie could look at you like that. She always followed around other girls but not someone like you. You hated the way your skin started to feel tight. You felt so ashamed of it. You wanted to peel it away and start fresh, to be someone prettier for Ellie. You wanted her to look at you like she did with the other girls so badly. But, she was already looking at you. She was always looking at you. 

“Angel” Ellie cooed her hand on your cheek felt hot. Your breath quickened. You felt warm. You were too nervous to look into her eyes. You were afraid of what she would see. You just nodded in response. It was hard to look in her eyes during these moments. You felt like if she looked in your eyes she would see everything. You always felt bare under her gaze. 

“You know I can always tell when you’re thinking all crazy” she moved close, almost too close. Your eyes widened as you looked up at her. She laughed at your face, she loved your eyes. You were so adorable she thought. She loved the way you looked up at her. She just loved it when you looked at her. 

“Yeah angel. Mind telling me what’s going on hm?” she asked softly. I’m in love with you, that's what’s going on. Instead you shook your head. She scooted closer. Suddenly the energy started to shift. 

‘I’ve got something to tell you. Please don’t go away once I say it. You have to promise angel. Please promise.” she said with need. Her breathing got deeper as she watched you. 

“Ok Els, I promise to never leave.” you whispered. It felt like just saying it was too loud, like it would ruin this moment. You held your pinky out to reassure her. She locked fingers with you paying extra attention to your lips as you sealed it with a kiss to your hand. 

“I- I um, fuck” she stuttered. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She wanted to tell you so fucking bad. She was so scared. She had a crush ever since she saw you move in next door. She remembers begging Joel to take her to go say hi. She remembers your pretty hair all done up in two braids. She remembers following you around every day after that, completely starstruck. You’ve had her hooked since day one. She’s practically gone insane for you. There was only so long before she exploded. Maybe that’s why she needed to tell you now before her heart exploded out of her chest. She needed you to be her girl. She needed you. 

You looked at her. Her eyes just stared right into yours. Her eyes flickered down to your lips. She bet they tasted like cherries. Fuck. She wanted to kiss you so bad. You saw her staring and practically whined. You were hopeless. You needed her. She needed you. You both needed this so bad. 

Before you knew it, the space between you two became so small you could feel each other’s breath. You pulled away too scared to go any further. You quickly sat up. It was too much. Ellie sat up, she was pushing down her disappointment. 

“Let’s go bug Jesse and Dina yeah?’ She asked quickly standing to go grab her converse. You smiled nodding. It was always nice to have a distraction. 

2 days 6 hours and 36 minutes after…

Ellie felt the air leave her lungs. You don’t remember her. You don’t remember anything. She had to swallow back tears. She took too deep of a breath. 

“I’m Ellie. Ellie Miller. I’m your girlfriend.” she said awkwardly. She hated this. 

You just nodded. She felt familiar but you couldn’t place it very well. You offered her to sit which she obliged, limping to the spare recliner in your room. 

There was an awkward silence. You both just sat there awkwardly looking at anything but each other. You felt shaky. You dated this girl? It should feel natural. It doesn’t. You feel like you should make an effort. I mean the poor girl limped her way across the hospital to see you, it’s the least you can do. 

“So we were dating?” you asked in a poor attempt to break the quiet. 

“Yeah.” Ellie nodded, still not looking your way. 

“How long have we been dating for?” you asked curiously. 

“About four years.” she responded dryly. She found herself pissed at the situation. She wished she could laugh at this moment. Here she was with the girl she was planning to marry who now could not remember her or anything for the past 19 years. 

You knew this was hard for her. You looked at her like a kicked puppy. Her hair was disheveled, she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. She looked empty. You wished you could help her. You wished you could give her an ounce of hope. But the truth is that the girl in front of you was a stranger. You didn’t feel anything for her. 

“I’m sorry” you apologized. You looked down ashamed. Ellie just nodded and stood up. 

“ Me too” she said before she walked out of the room heartbroken. 

1 year and 3 months and 6 days before… 

Ellie stared straight ahead. She felt frozen. Everyone came up to her, Sarah and Tommy giving their condolences. She nodded curtly and quietly said thank you as she shook their hands. She couldn’t feel anything. Time was passing and she was stuck. 

The ceremony was tame. It wasn’t much but it was enough for Joel. She knew he would have liked for it to be simple. 

She hated this. She wanted to disappear. She was with him when he died. She knew he was dying and she couldn’t do anything as he looked into her eyes. He was scared too. She was a pussy who just cried as he faded away. 

Ellie looked down at her beat up converse carefully examining them as the preacher spoke. Sarah insisted that there was one. Ellie didn’t care much for the details. She just wanted the whole ordeal to be over with. Sarah wanted each of them to speak about Joel. Ellie spent the whole week crumbling up papers. She had no clue what to say. 

Her eyes watered when she stood up at the podium. She could always be the loudest smart ass yet here she was speechless. Everyone staring didn’t make it any better. She wanted to run. 

“Uh Joel was my dad. He uh” Ellie’s voice wavered. Her vision began to blur. She couldn’t do this, not without him. He was always there to hold her hand. Now he wasn’t. 

You walked up to the podium. You grabbed Ellie’s hand and held it tight. You sadly smiled at the auburn girl. 

“I’ll help you” You smiled through tears of your own. Ellie nodded thankfully. Her tears were running down. 

“ Joel didn’t have to take me in. He didn’t have to be my dad yet he chose to. He saw something in me even when I didn’t see something in myself. He loved me when no one did.” you softly said. Ellie was fully sobbing at this point. 

“H-He has truly changed my life. He taught me that contractors are the best. But most importantly he taught me to endure and survive. I’ll carry that with me forever for you. Thank you. I’m sorry” you finished. At this point you were sharing tears with Ellie as you guided her back to her seat. She refused to let go of your hand. You didn’t mind though. 

You both sat there holding hands. Even when everyone left. You sat with her. You would always be there for her. You pinky promised and you never break a promise. 

7 months and 13 days before… 

You heard loud bangs coming from your living room. You carefully got up grabbing the bat you and Ellie kept by your dresser. Your chest filled with anxiety, your mind racing with the possibility of a stranger being in your home. 

Slowly you made your way down the hall to find a very drunk Ellie stumbling in the dark. You sighed as you slipped the switch on the wall halting Ellie’s movements. She bashfully turned around to a very pissed off you. 

“H-Hey Angel” she hiccuped. You rolled your eyes agitated. 

“Again Ellie, it’s 2 in the morning.” you said annoyed. 

“I just grabbed a drink with Cat after work babe, no big deal.” she nonchalantly said. No big deal my ass. This is the fourth time this week. 

You huffed. “I’m tired of you drinking like this all the time Ellie. It’s not good” You looked at the girl in front of you. She looked like the girl you fell in love with but she wasn’t. 

“You can’t keep doing this Els. I know you’re still upset about -” you were cut off rather rudely by Ellie. 

“Don’t” she said. Her moods change so quickly it almost gave you whiplash. 

You looked at her with sympathy. It was no secret that she was struggling. You just wished she would talk to you. You felt her pulling away more and more. 

“Baby” you softly lulled. You began to walk towards her. Cautiously you put a hand on her cheek, cupping her face. You looked into her eyes trying to find her. You so badly wanted to find her. 

“I’m here for you bubs. Don’t shut me out.” you whispered. Ellie’s tough exterior began to melt. She found your eyes. She was with you at that moment. She was carrying so much pain. 

“I miss him too” your voice wavered. Ellie began to cry as she pulled you close nuzzling into your neck. 

You held her close as she cried. Her sobs ripped through your heart. 

You were scared a piece of her died with Joel. 

4 days, 3 hours and 14 minutes after… 

Ellie entered your shared apartment. It felt cold.  

She walked towards your couch and sat. She could smell your perfume on the blankets. She gripped them tightly as she cried. 

She lost another person. 

4 days, 5 hours and 25 minutes after… 

You were scrolling through your photo album. You came across a video of Ellie throwing you into a lake. 

You both were squealing and laughing. She looked so happy as she held you close before jumping in. You smiled. 

You missed her too.

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[momojedi]

You said random promt soo... Wrecker x Plus size reader where she never really gets a chance to dress up so he makes an exuse (they go on a picnic set up by him) so that she can feel pretty and loved.

— PRETTY THINGS pairing. wrecker x ex-senator! gn! reader

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type. oneshot note. thanks for your request! I'm afraid I might've drifted away from your original request but I hope you like it nonetheless! The reader's gender isn't really specified, so it's set as gender neutral! warnings. fluffy flamingo fluff word count. 623

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"Alright, I know what's goin' on."

You looked up from the golden grass you'd been plucking at and rose a brow at Wrecker's words. The gentle giant was bashfully rubbing the back of his neck, almost as if he'd been feeling guilty. Your heart cracked at the sight - it always pained you to see him feeling unwell in any way.

After gushing to you about how little time he realised you'd been spending together lately, Wrecker had offered to take you on a picnic near the old military base of Fort Garnik. Lavender clouds covered the skies and turned the atmosphere into a pure dreamscape, it was almost unimaginable that you were still on the same planet as Cid's parlour.

For the first time in ages, you actually felt pretty again, too. You'd gotten all out for your date, even managing to do your hair properly again for the first time since your senator days. After escaping from the Empire with the Batch, your life was turned upside down, all the luxuries you savoured day by day being ripped apart from you within a few seconds.

"What?" You asked, tilting your head curiously. With a subtle sigh, Wrecker approached you carefully. "Remember when we went for post-mission tradition a few days ago? With Omega?" You gnawed at your lower lip. Of course you did.

You'd just arrived on Ord Mantell to return the intel Cid had ordered you to retrieve to the commissioner. After Hunter had dismissed you three so you could get to your snacking time, Omega had convinced you to head to the slightly prettier side of the city - well, as pretty as Ord Mantell could be, really - and take a look around.

Despite hesitating, you and Wrecker had eventually agreed, leading to the situation you eventually found yourself in; you, standing in front of one of the fancier stores, luxurious dresses and cloaks made of fabric you could only dream of ever getting in touch with, as your former self glared right back at you through the reflection of the shop's glass. You couldn't deny it - looking upon your current financial state, a tiny part of you missed living in the comfort the title of a senator brought along. And although it was understandable in some way, you felt dirty for it. How much had the Batch already sacrificed in order to properly incorporate you along with Omega, and to make you feel welcomed and safe?

Omega, being the sweet thing that she is, had immediately noticed how your face had fallen. "[Name]? Is ... is everything okay?" You shook your head, clearing the guilt that suddenly overcame you. "Ah," you smiled at her, squeezing the small hand that had tightly gripped yours, "I'm fine. Just ... remembering my senator days, I suppose."

"Oh ..." You sighed at the sudden realisation, "Wrecker, are you feeling bad about that?" "Er, yeah - well, no! - maybe?" He frantically looked around, looking for the proper words. A small smile pulled on your lips as you gently set a hand on his arm. "Is that why you took me here? So I would have the chance to dress up a bit?" Wrecker nodded sheepishly. "I noticed you looking at that shop earlier," he sighed, "I wish I was able to give you all those nice things ... unfortunately, I can't. But I'm gonna do everything I can do make you feel as loved and pretty as you deserve to!" You chuckled at his determined promise. "Oh, it's very kind of you to be so thoughtful, love," you spoke softly, cupping his cheek with your other hand, "but you don't have to feel bad. I made a choice when I joined you and I wouldn't have it any other way."

#my writing #bad batch #star wars #clone wars #clone trooper wrecker #bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader

[adiluv]

❥ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 + 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ꒰𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈꒱. ˚⊹꒷

🌨️୧・꒰word count꒱ 718.

📨୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

🍶୧・꒰adi moment꒱ based on this imagine! didn't have that much more to say for kurt and luchino i'm afraid, so maybe i'll make a full post for them another time? but yk i just had to add emily as my very first main, loml, and the character i almost s-badged ♡♡♡ hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི•̯́ ᴗ •̯̀꒱ྀི১

꒰💉꒱・Although one of the more sensible survivors, it does take Emily some time to realize that she even has a crush on you to begin with. After the... 'incident' at her clinic, it's safe to say that her circumstances weren't exactly steady enough for her to go around developing feelings—the overwhelming guilt and fear she'd been burdened with taking priority over such simple joys. While entrapment within the manor did allow her to regain some twisted sense of stability over her life, it still remained the last place she'd expected to find love... So she's very much shocked to find her face warming up after you'd thanked her for healing you mid-match.

꒰💉꒱・At first, she'll initially justify her reaction using the excuse of adrenaline—a justified reaction, considering her life is in constant danger during matches—though her reasoning doesn't exactly hold up when it continues to happen outside of matches. Usually, she hardly even thinks whenever she examines and dresses the various wounds that survivors ꒰and hunters, on rarer occasions꒱ enter the infirmary with, nor is a big deal if she has to tend to somebody that's gotten the unlucky cold or flu. Since that's the case, and she knows that it’s  the case... Why is it that her hands seem to be slightly shakier any time she's tending to you?

꒰💉꒱・While her occupation does do wonders at giving her reasons to talk to you, being the only reliable doctor within the manor certainly does come with its fair share of disadvantages. If she's not due to participate in a match, then there's somebody stumbling over to her in need of assistance. If the ever growing queue of patients has finally been cleared, she finds herself called back into the waiting room for yet another of the Baron's twisted games. And in the miraculous cases where neither of those situations are true, she's simply far too exhausted to even entertain the thought of seeking you out.

꒰💉꒱・Unlike both Kurt and Luchino, I don't think that Emily would be totally inexperienced with dating—having had a lover or two before being forced to take up her new identity. She hardly has much of an advantage at this point, though, considering just how long its been since she's experienced any sort of romance. She's especially bad with flirting, no longer anywhere near as energetic as her younger self. 

꒰💉꒱・Any hints of her feelings are incredibly subtle and easy to miss, leaving you in for quite the shock once her true intentions are revealed. What comes across to you as a friendly reminder to use the ointment she'd prescribed to you? Well, it was really just an excuse to talk to you. Her attentiveness to your well-being, along with the various supplements and vitamins that she recommends to keep you in tip-top shape? It's far more than she'd bother doing for most other survivors, by a long shot.

꒰💉꒱・She struggles a lot with her sense of guilt while crushing on you. Despite being aware of the many misdeeds of Oletus' other inhabitants, a part of her simply can't help but feel that she just doesn't deserve to have you reciprocate her feelings. As such, there are instances where she'd subconsciously sabotage herself, pushing you away in the hopes of destroying any chances of you liking her back. At the same time, however, the idea of making you uncomfortable in her presence is one she strongly dislikes—leading to a bizarre balancing act as she both pushes you away and pulls you towards her.

꒰💉꒱・For reasons mentioned in the previous headcanon, I don't see Emily as the type of person that would go out of her way to confess, though she would come clean about her growing affections for you if you decided to ask her about it. After all, it'd really only be counterintuitive for her to go and deny them if you've already started to suspect her—and she'll respect whatever decision you come to. Sure, receiving treatment might become a bit awkward if you decide to reject her, but the both of you ꒰seemingly꒱ have all the time in the world to move past it. She's not the type to hold such a thing against you, and she'd be absolutely honored if you decide to give her a chance.

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[notf1obsessed]

A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos): you can find the full fic on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395409

Chapter 11: 1 step forward, 3 steps back

Charles wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, the sun was peaking through the blinds. Its light clashing its way between them, being held prisoner behind bars.

He felt panic coursing through him, unsure of where he was. Though his panic was quickly calmed when he realized it was his house.

Weird. He doesn't remember going back to his house.

Alas, he is far too tired to question it. And frankly, his brain was too preoccupied to think about it.

He sat up, adjusting his back on the headboard. It ached quite a bit, the after results of a high intensity race. He allowed his head to fall backwards, eyes opening and closing slowly. He tilted his head to face the small opening between the curtains. It offered a small glimpse of Monaco, a dazzling site. It semi-colourful houses snuggled closely to each other, watching over the pier. Parked near them were expensive cars, probably belonging to them considering the location. It wasn't uncommon for residents in Monaco to own the world's most expensive cars (quite literally). But to Charles, all of this was rubbish compared to what Monaco truly meant to him.

This was the place where he grew up. Where he discovered his passion for racing. The streets he wandered after school before going home. The homes he passed on his way back. The place that stored all his childhood memories. The place that shaped him into the person he is now. It offered a homely feel.

Usually.

This time however, the weight of disappointment crushed the satisfaction of being home. The feeling of winning being pulled away, snatched by a mistake. It loomed over him like the grim reaper, sucking the joy of anything that offered it. It was the flaw he hated ever so much. Caring too much about everything, putting the blame on himself in every situation. Not being able to forgive himself and move on.

He decided it would be best to try and distract himself with something else for now, focus on anything but racing. And while avoiding your problems is a bad idea, it seemed to be the only thing that worked for Charles.

He started by getting himself out of bed, which was a challenge in itself, and getting ready for the morning. His feet stumbled as he made his way to the bathroom, absolutely wrecked from yesterday's race. He grabbed onto the wall for support as he made his way. His eyes struggled severely to stay awake as he brushed his teeth. It felt weird considered he'd probably gotten well over 10 hours of sleep.

The shower's scalding water didn't help take his mind off of the race, the quietness of the atmosphere allowing his mind to run free with his thoughts. The drowsiness of sleep helped to shield most of his thoughts, yet the occasional one that was processed crashed over him like a wave.

It was getting quite tiresome to keep repeating this routine after every bad race he ever has. He needs better techniques to cope, but he just can't imagine reaching out to anyone. He knows it's destroying him on the inside, draining him mentally. But he doesn't have the courage to ask anyone for help, he's afraid they'll shame him, laugh at him, tell him it's nothing. So his mental pain felt better than having his name shamed or ruined.

Leclerc the complainer.

Leclerc the weak.

Leclerc the worrier.

Leclerc the overthinker.

Leclerc the whiner.

He shut off the water, not allowing his brain to continue with its stream of thoughts. He grabbed the towel and dried himself, wrapping it around his waist. He grabbed his phone to turn on some music, trying to use it to block out his thoughts. It was a good method of avoidance, and it had worked for Charles in the past.

He went over to the closet to change into something for the day, preferably some sweats to rot in his misery. His eyes wandered around the monotone racks. Either his eyes were deceiving him, or half his closet was empty. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Apparently, it was the latter. So half his closet had disappeared, how wonderful.

After standing clueless for a while, he thought of the perfect way to both get himself a new wardrobe and get the race off his mind. He idiotically smiled to himself.

Shopping spree.

He threw on the comfiest pair of sweats he could find, surprisingly difficult, and a baggy shirt.

Barely stumbling his way through his apartment and towards the kitchen, he decided to cure this falling asleep every second of the day issue, he loaded up his coffee machine.

Waiting for the coffee machine to finish, he started patting the kitchen counter like an idiot in search for his phone. Finally succeeding, he texted Pierre asking if he would go on the trip with him.

After all Pierre did need something other than his team merch and white shirts to wear.

Charles: hey mate r u free tday

Pierre: srry im going out with Yuki tday

Of course those lovebirds were going out today. Charles rolled his eyes in thought of it.

Charles: nothing ill js ask somebody else

Read.

Charles scoffed before he noticed he coffee that had been done for a while now (or at least he thought). White wisps of steam floated above it, he was too drunk on his own sleep to notice. Tilting the mug towards his lips, he immediately spat it out as soon as he felt the scalding temperature boil his tongue.

The brown streams of coffee fountained over onto his marble floor, creating a puddle of darkness on the floor. He looked over to the now coffee stain on his floor. He groaned in frustration, cursing under his breath.

Why can't anything go his way this time around.

Putting the mug down, he walked over to his cleaning cupboard under the sink, grabbing a random cleaning solution and a cloth. He quickly wet the cloth under the water; spraying some solution onto the stain.

After he'd gotten that mess cleaned up, he rested his hands on the sink. He needed to revert back to the original problem. He thought about a couple of options.

Max? Fuck no he just ruined his race.

Lando? He probably hates him by now.

Arthur? No he's going out with Logan today.

Carlos? Wait that might not be a bad idea. After all he's still in the city and Charles was quite certain he didn't have any plans today.

Plus, they had started to get along better.

Charles: hey Carlos r u free tday

Carlos, being the chronically online bitch he is, responded a few moments later.

Carlos: yh why

Charles: well I was thinking abt going shopping if ud want to go

Oh god he sounded like a 20 yr old girl.

Carlos: sure ig I have nothing else to do lol

Carlos: when tho

Charles thought for a moment, this early would sound a bit desperate.

Charles: 1 would be good, I'll come pick u up

That sounded a bit too much like a date.

Carlos: 👍

Charles scoffed at his friend's dryness in text.

Deciding to rot in bed, he made his way back to the place he very soon struggled to get out of in the first place. He swiveled restlessly around a bit on his bed, phone in hand. It was no help as most of his feed was flooded with news about yesterday's race. He slammed his phone down in frustration, eyes facing the ceiling.

What if I just take a quick nap, just close my eyes for a moment...

RING RING, RING RING

KNOCK KNOCK

He woke up with a shock, mind dizzy for the second time today. Sounds of knocking at the door flooded his apartment. He hurriedly scooted out of bed, fumbling towards the door. He threw it open, losing balance as he did so. Luckily, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back up. His eyes finally managed to open and his mind fully establish what was going on.

Carlos was standing at the door, he was wearing a white shirt and a black fleece jacket over it. "Mate you look like young just woke up, what happened?" His voice was full of more concern than anger. Charles directed his gaze towards the floor, avoiding eye contact with him, "sorry I must've fell asleep.." he mumbled.

To his relied, or not, Carlos just shrugged it off with a laugh, "thats fine mate, but cmon you need to go get dressed if we want to get going, ill go and start the car." And with that, Carlos disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Charles sighed, mixed with relief and embarrassment, before going back to his closet to get changed. Considering he was half asleep, he didn't pay attention to the shirt he threw on, beige colored.

He made his way to the car park, tripping twice on the stairs but catching the rails just in time. He made his way to Carlos's Mercedes (that he looked like he had rented out, presumably because he had come to explore Monaco a week before) and was greeted by a, "Good morning, princess." To which Charles rolled his eyes at.

Carlos's gaze shifted from the blank wall in front to the shirt Charles was wearing, "I mean, if you want mate."

Charles raised an eyebrow at the statement, eyes moving to look at the shirt he was wearing. He felt a blush creep up his neck as he read the words "sex on the beach", avoiding eye contact with the Spaniard.

A couple of minutes into the car ride,  Carlos broke the silence, although Charles wishes he hadn't. "So..are you okay after yesterday's race? You seem a bit..under the cloud."

He let out an exasperated sigh. The reason he was doing all this was specifically to avoid the topic of racing. He knew he couldn't hide forever, but for now, he'd rather procrastinate and stick to his unhealthy methods, "I just.. dont want to talk about the race."

Carlos nodded in acceptance, car coming to a halt at a red light. He turned to face Charles, his expression slightly disappointed but still accepting, "Y'know im always here to talk if you want."

Oh god not this. He simply nodded, trying to close the topic as fast as possible.

Finally, the awkward silence ended as they parked near the mall. It seemed empty for the most part, not a surprise really considering it was a Monday. It was also better for them as it meant less "fans" to bug them.

"After you, princess," Carlos dramatically insinuated, repeating the hand gesture and tone Charles had used at the party in Monaco.

Charles dramatically courtesies, adding to the contrasting silly atmosphere they'd created.

"So how do we do this shopping spree of yours Charles?" Carlos asked, eyes looking at the garments on display. The mall was far too decorated considering its size. Its colossal chandeliers hung across the ceiling, intricate patterns plastered on them. Marble floors laid out a path to the expensive stores. It looked more like a castle than a mall.

"So first we head to Starbucks to get a coffee," Charles yawned, "because if i don't get any caffeine i might collapse." He gestured towards the Starbucks by the entrance. He managed to stay upright as he walked over and ordered.

"Puis-je avoir un café au lait à la vanille ?," He said, giving his name to the barista. He walked back over to Carlos after taking his coffee, making sure to blow on it before drinking this time."I didn't know you liked lattes?" Carlos asked, "I always took you as more of an espresso guy." Charles shrugged in response, taking another sip of his drink, "It's good, now come on we need to get going if we want to get back home in time."

He quickly snatched Carlos by the wrist, pulling him to the men's section of a store. "Why so aggressive," Carlos said, stumbling slightly at the sudden movement, "THe store is not going to magically run out of the items you want." Charles just rolled his eyes before letting go of the Spaniard's wrist, now entering the shop. It seemed quite big and boujee, its black interior accompanied by a soft yellow light. It also seemed really expensive. But after all, this was Monaco, and they were f1 drivers; it wasn't out of place for the store and their budgets to be this expensive.

Carlos zoned out for a minute watching Charles pick out some clothes. He felt like a child forced to accompany his mom when she went shopping. He was snapped back to reality by a pile of clothes shoved in his face.

"Here, try these, they'll suit you," Charles said, reverting his gaze to the rack of clothes, presumably picking out his own clothes.

Carlos shook his head in response, "no mate I don't need any new clothes."

Charles raised a brow in response, now turning to face him, "Carlos the only clothes you have is that fleece jacket and team merch, you need new clothes."

"And it's not like you have a choice," he added, "I'm forcing you to wear these anyways."

He sighed in response before taking the clothes, his eyes shooting an angry glare towards Charles, "Finee," he responded, dragging out the i.

"Good, now shoo shoo try them on," the Monegasque said diverting his gaze one again towards the racks.

God he felt like a kid with his mom.

"Ok mom," he playfully snarked before going to the changing rooms. He could almost hear Charles's eyes roll.

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The first piece that Charles had handed him was a black turtle neck.

He wasn't going to lie, it did look good on him. But nonetheless, he also looked like Steve Jobs on a Tuesday. He twisted open the lock to be faced with Charles was sitting down on the bench.

Just like a mom.

He was scrolling on his phone, lifting his gaze to look at the outfits Carlos was wearing.

"meh, i mean it's not the best.." he trailed off, slightly dissapointed by the look, "try on the other ones."

Carlos rolled his eyes and sighed, going back to the stall to try the other shirt. It was a short sleeve button up shirt with a floral pattern on it.

Once again, Charles's gaze lifted from his phone to eye Carlos up and down.

"It's.. you look like a dad on a summer trip," he chuckled, "so absolutely not."

"It seems like this shopping spree is more for me than you Charles," Carlos said, playfulness and slight anger coating his voice.

"I've already picked mines," Charles retorted, "and i have better fashion sense than you, now go try on the other shirt," gaze dropping back to his phone.

The final shirt - thank god - was a white button up shirt. A bit basic if you ask him, but it was still elegant.

Simple. He did all the buttons, choking him slightly at the collar. It was quite uncomfortable. He twisted open the lock once again.

This time when Charles looked up, he let out a chuckle, "mate that's not how you wear it, you idiot!"

Carlos tilted his head in confusion.

"Here let me fix it," he said, standing up and walking towards the Spaniard.

His hands made their way to the buttons on Carlos's shirt, flicking open one of them.

And another, and another; it felt like he was going to undo all of the buttons.

But he finally stopped after the third one, backing up to see Carlos more clearly. His eyes wandered up and down, stopping for a little too long on Carlos's chest.

Carlos could've swore he saw Charles lick his lips.

His eyes looked cloudy, unreadable.

Distracted.

"Charles?" a familiar voice brought him out of his trance.

"What? Oh yeah it looks amazing," he mumbled, trying not to sound as if he just zoned out for the past moments, "definitely that one."

Carlos changed back into his normal clothes, both of them making their way to the cashier to pay for their items. Carlos went to pull out some cash, but Charles held his hand in place.

"This one's on me," he retorted, hand staying for a moment too long on Carlos's before pulling away. Carlos didn't really bother to argue as he was still thinking about their interaction earlier.

"Come on, we need to go eat if we want to get back in time," the Monegasque said, dragging Carlos by the hand outside the shop.

They stayed quiet while walking, arms occasionally grazing each other. The silence was awkward to say the least, the tension between them lingering. It was unusual from their normal interactions, usually both of them were comfortable being silent. But now, they wanted to break the deadlock more than anything, unable to bear this kind of silence.

So Carlos was not grateful when they were finally sat down at the restaurant. His eyes attempting to read the French on there, though he must've failed when he thought the Pasta was mashed potatoes.

"Mate you're doing so bad at reading French it's embarrassing," he choked out between laughs, "here let me help you."

He moved over to sit on the seat next to Carlos, grabbing the menu from his hands.

"This is pasta, this is the rabbit stew.." he said, gesturing to each picture.

Carlos's eyes drift from the menu to Charles's face, smiling softly. He feels comfortable in the Monegasque's presence, not really focusing on anything.

Charles turns his head to face Carlos after reading the menu to him, which Carlos was probably paying no attention to, his gaze soft as usual.

Carlos could get lost in his blue eyes.

Charles's eyes flick to Carlos's lips for a moment, praying that he didn't notice. And Carlos being the oblivious shit he is, did in fact not notice.

"Que puis-je vous faire manger ?" says a waiter, bringing both of them out of their trance and whatever the fuck that was.

"Oh, nous aurons les pâtes et le ragoût de lapin," he says, mind still defocused.

"D'accord, nous aurons votre nourriture prête sous peu," she responds, making her way back to the kitchen.

Charles moves back to his original seat, not daring to face Carlos.  They eat in silence for the entire meal, somehow even more awkward than the silence before. Carlos scrolls on his phone in silence for the duration of the meal, until a text from Lando popped up. He tilts his head in confusion.

What could Lando possibly want?

He opened the message regardless.

Lando: hey mate, im inviting some of the drivers on a cruise

Lando: its not long, just about 3 nights from 4th of August

Lando: r u free then

Carlos thought for a moment. I mean there's no harm in a bit of fun with friends - if that's what you'd consider Lando. So that's exactly what he did.

Carlos: sure i mean what's the harm in a vaca with friends

Lando: great and Charles is coming with u right

Lando: both of you are dating after all

Fuck. He hadn't thought about that.

He looked up from his phone to face Charles, who was also scrolling on his. He cleared his throat to catch Charles's attention, which worked considering he immediately looked up from his phone.

"So.." he began, god how was he going to phrase this, "Lando invited us - well me - to a cruise and is asking if you'll go.. Y'know because of the 'boyfriends' thingy." Carlos thought he did a pretty good job at phrasing it well.

Charles not so similar.

"Well.. um.. i mean... what's the harm.. right?" He tried to play it off with a laugh. Although if anything, it just made the conversation more awkward.

Carlos nodded tensely, his face distorted into an uncomfortable expression.

God this was a bad idea.

Carlos: yh he will

Lando: k ill send u the details later, byeeee

What the fuck had they just agreed to.

They payed the bill and left, not wanting to extend this awkward day out any more.

The car ride is silent as well, though by this point, the silence is caused by tiredness.

"See you next race," Carlos says quietly to Charles, who simply nods his head.

He walks back to his penthouse, mind clouded with thoughts.

Why was everything so awkward today

Why oh why did he drop his gaze to Carlos's lips.

How wonderful, more things to panic about.

Just great.

#carlos sainz #charles leclerc #charlos #1655 #f1 #f1 fanfic #ao3 #formula 1

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Hello there! Love your Writeing so far, so could I ask for some Baiken head cannons? Hope you have a fantastic day!

Ah, one of my favorite characters. Let’s see what I can cook up.

-Let’s be real, she doesn’t ask you out. You are lucky that she considered you her friend. She may start to feel different towards you, but she sure as hell isn’t going to ask you out and get all mushy about it.

-Just for her to consider you as her friend, took a long while. Your first meeting pretty much started with her blade pressed to your throat. Rocky start, but you got there. Somehow. Now, she smiles at you when she sees you. 

-You’ll have to be one to take the initiative. But, even then you don’t have the guts to tell her how you feel. You aren’t sure how she’d react, if you told right to her face. 

-Cue in alcohol! She is a heavy drinker, so one time when you joined her in drinking the heavy stuff, you had gotten pretty drunk. Perfect time to reveal your feelings towards her. 

-As you lay on the floor, Baiken sat next to you still going strong with the alcohol, clearly more used to the large amounts of it. You stared at her for a moment before she turned her gaze at you.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Just admiring the view.” 

“What?” Baiken said in surprise. She placed the sake on the table, as she waited for you to continue.

“You’re just so pretty, Baiken. And tough! You’re like the whole package. Too bad, I don’t have any chances...” You turned away from her, only for her to sigh.

“Come here, you idiot.” With that she pulled you just enough, for your head to be in her lap. You didn’t resist this change in your position, but you did fall asleep on her thighs. She played with your hair, before she lied down herself as well, you still on her lap.

-The next morning you woke up, with the worst hangover you’ve ever experienced. But, your head was on something soft. You turned your head slightly, to find Baiken sleeping. You blushed and tried to get up, only for her to you, pulling you back to her lap.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You blushed so hard, realizing that she pulled you back into her lap. You didn’t say anything, which made her bounce her leg causing your head to bounce as well. 

“Said morning. Usually people reply to it.” 

“Morning..” You replied bashfully to it, still processing the whole situation. You had slept on her lap for the night. And, she pulled you back in. Were you still dreaming? 

-After that, you did start dating. Only, not much changed. At least first. You could be found more often around Baiken than before. She also asked for your opinion of various things, for example: what to eat that day, what to do next, the view. Which she didn’t do with many people. 

-She doesn’t kiss much. She prefers chaste kisses as they are easy and fast to give. But, when she gets enough alcohol in her system, she will be very handsy with you. 

-When she is like this, there is pretty much no escaping her. Her hand is holding you down, as she feels every part of you. While she is doing this she will nuzzle her head, at the crook of your neck. It’s almost, like when she’s drunk she lets all the bottled attachment show in this state.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” She mutters into your neck, as she rests her head there, taking your scent in. When she sobers up, with you in her arm she doesn’t say anything. Just holds you tighter, as if afraid you were going to disappear, if she loosened her grip. You only held her back, as you enjoyed each other's warmth. 

-Do not approach her from the left side. I repeat, do not approach her from the left side! She gets easily into combat mode, so any surprising movement from her left side, will get attacked at. She has thrown into the floor, multiple times, because of it. You’ve learned to avoid this, by simply telling her you’re coming from the left.

“Coming through.” You say as you walk past her from her blind side.

“Mmmh.” She replies, not even glancing up from what she is reading.

-Mornings with her, are either waking up at 6am or lazing around until noon. There’s no in between. Those mornings, when she wakes up early, she will be practicing her sword skills. During those mornings, when you wake up you make her breakfast and head to the training area. She usually is without her top and this morning is no different. You admire her muscles, as you wait for her to finish up her sparring. You and Baiken, eat breakfast enjoying each other's company, nothing special happening.

-Those mornings that she decides to stay in bed are just special. Neither of you in a hurry. Just talking about whatever comes to mind. This is one of few moments, where she lets down all her guards. You gently graze your thumb over her scarred eye. She flinches a little bit, not used to someone touching it. But, she allows you to touch it. Only you, no one else.

-She will absolutely teach you how to fight. She is deeply scarred by her past and the very thought of you getting hurt is just too much for her. So, you getting your ass handed by her is a common occurrence.

-She is a tough teacher. She wants to make sure you can protect yourself, if she isn’t there to protect you. So, no matter how much you say, you’re done for the day, she will make you go for one more round.

-As she is very fond of protecting whatever is left of Japanese culture, she would love, if you took an interest in it. Whether it be Haiku, the folklore or just clothing. This caused you to get a pair of kimonos. One for her, one for you. 

“Not bad, (Y/N). You got some taste.”

“Thanks, Baiken. But, it was you who taught me these things.”

“Take the compliment, dunce.” She says as she playfully punches your arm.

-Watching after Delilah, has become a norm for you, as she comes to your and Baiken’s place quite often. Same goes for Anji, although less watching after him and more of talking with a buddy.

-She likes fireworks. She even makes some herself as a hobby. This also includes you helping with her tools. Whatever she needs, you usually are there to hand them to her.

“Hammer.”

“Here.”

“Good, now hold the steel in place.”

-She made you a sword as a present. It was hard to keep as a surprise, as you usually clean up after her.

-Speaking of which, you help her around the house. Whatever it may be, just cleaning, cooking helps her. She may not ask for help, but she appreciates it. She may not say it, but she gives you a pat on your shoulder as a thank you.

-She smokes to some extent, but usually only when she is stressed or reminiscing about her past. All the things she has done, all the memories. Both good and bad. She doesn’t want to drink during those days. She wants to keep her head straight, and think.

“One of those evenings,huh?” You ask.

“Mmmh.” She replies, not looking away from the moon. You sit down next to her, to look at the crescent moon in the sky. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“With you? Always.”

-She is a bit tight on the muscles, especially after a sparring session. She loves it when you massage her muscles. She swears, that you’re loosening up muscles she didn’t know even existed. During these massages she will allow you to touch her right arm, or what’s left of it. And, you gently massage the surrounding area of it.

#guilty gear #guilty gear strive #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear baiken #guilty gear baiken x reader #guilty gear baiken x gn reader