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werecreature-addicted · 2 days

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Could you write a little more about the farmer and the minotaur? 🥺

one two three four I will make a Sam master list soon so I can link that and not the individual parts every time.

"you could kiss me if you wanted to." those words hang thick in the air, sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

"What?" Sam asks his voice choked, it's all he can manage. He must have heard you wrong.

"I said, that if you wanted to, I'd let you kiss me," you repeat, calm as ever. you squeeze his big hands before letting go entirely, "We've been dancing around each other for a while and I just think it's fair to let you know where I stand, I like you and I think you like me too, we can keep things professional we can stay friends but if you want more, that's on the table too."

He wonders for how long you've had this little speech prepared, how long have you known that he liked you? and for how long have those feelings been returned. You're staring at him, and he blinks and realizes you're waiting for him to respond, or god- kiss you.

"I want to," he admits, before bowing his head, avoiding your gaze "but I don't think I can it doesn't feel...safe," he glances up quickly at your face and feels his blood chill, one look and he can tell he said the wrong thing. you look hurt, before quickly trying to mask the emotion and put on a neutral expression.

"fuck- no not you you feel safe you are so good and kind to me you," he tries to explain. "Just- like relationships, love-" he cringes, it's too soon to say love but he's already said it no matter how much he wanted to take it back. "that part doesn't feel safe," he mumbles pressing his face into his hands.

"I don't know how to do this," Sam admits. "I do care about you which makes me want what's best for you and I'm not what's best for you." If he didn't love you so much it would be easier to have a relationship with you, but you deserve so much better than what he can give you. At best he's an anti-social mess with a hair-trigger temper, at worse- Sam shudders and pulls away from the thought of the worst possible outcome.

"I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions when it comes to who I date, and besides that, you're not a bad person," you state firmly.

"I've done bad things," he says gravely,

"against your will, that's not your fault," you whisper softly, you touch him softly, pulling down one of his hands from his face and holding it in both of yours. "I still want you, past and all Sam," you say softly.

Sam looks at you and almost bursts out laughing, you look so determined and firey, it's a serious expression that becomes cute on you. you're cute when you're this serious. and he remembers your previous words, he has your permission to kiss you whenever he wants it seems.

"Just go slow with me? I don't think I'll be any good at this," he says, shifting his hand to move up and cup your cheek, your skin is soft and warm against his callus palm.

"I can put up with that," you breathe softly before he kisses you softly.

#minotaur x reader #minotaur boyfriend #monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #imagine minotaur

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raikkxz · 1 day

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WALK HIM LIKE A DOG 4 — JB22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᯓ ˚₊➷ ❛. . . in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy ❜ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no - here ﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙hungover reader, purpose use of lowercase letters only, use of y/n, i'm lowk not very sure, probably not proof read well, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆[s]﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙not much. like at all.﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙yall i need requests im out of ideas﹚

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YOU WOKE UP with a pounding headache. you could hear your alarm going off. groaning, you turned over in your bed to turn off the alarm. but to your surprise, you accidentally bumped into jenson, who seemed to have fallen asleep in your bed last night, instead.

jenson stirs, eyes opening half-way. "..morning." he murmurs sleepily. "how'd you sleep, love?"

*furrowing your eyebrows, you stammer." "..did i- did we- why are you-?"

"relax, darling." jenson hums. "you drank a *little* too much last night. and no, we didn't do any of the sort. you didn't answer my question."

"i slept.. well, i have a bad headache." you groan, laying back.

"stay her, ill get you more water." jenson assures you, getting up. he leaves the room and head to the kitchen to see sebastian there. jenson raises his eyebrows.

"good morning to you too. did you and my sister..?"

"no no no, it's not like that." jenson mumbles. "shes hungover as fuck, i was just.. taking care of her, alright?"

sebastian gives him a suspicious look, but shrugs it off as he leans on the counter, sipping his coffee.

"uhh, so do you and y/n live together?" jenson asks as he fills up a glass of water.

"oh no, im just staying with her for the time being until the next race comes up." sebastian says.

"ah, nice, i see." jenson nods before going back to your room. "hey, you alright?"

"yeah, i think.." you mumble, drinking your water. "my stomach feels like the insides are all twisted up."

jenson chuckles softly. "rest more, love. you need it."

you lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling with jenson next to you.

"..hey, jense?" you ask after a few minutes.

"yeah?" he responds immediately.

"thank you." you mumble, turning to him. "thank you for taking care of me."

jenson smiles, pushing your hair away from your face. "anything for a pretty girl like you." he teases.

you laugh, nudging him playfully. "you're a dick."

"oh c'mon, you love me!" jenson grins.

"i do." you giggle.

jenson looks at you tenderly, his eyes filled with adoration.

"augh, this is worse than cramps." you grumble, twisting and turning in bed. you take another sip of water. jenson pushes the hair away from your face, making sure it didn't get in the way. you smile, appreciating the gesture.

"did i do anything.. *weird* last night?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"does dancing like crazy count? to be fair, i've met many people who've done that, so i don't know if that falls into the 'weird' category." jenson teases. you laugh softly, your head falling back.

"i suppose not, but my dancing is definitely crazy." you say jokingly.

"nah, you're definitely better than me." jenson laughs.

"..thanks again, jense. you're an amazing friend." you hum.

jenson smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

you furrow your eyebrows. "is something wrong?"

jenson purses his lips, looking away. "somewhere along the way, you became more than just a friend. i can't keep pretending i love you only as a friend."

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i tried adding more dialogue but like i said im out of ideas smhh. i might discontinue the series atp 😭﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕ ﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud @somebodyonce-toldme @44lewico﹚

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cntloup · 45 minutes

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husband!simon x wife!reader

i know im on a break but here's a lil smth hehe🤭🩷💫🌸

"get out through the backdoor!" Simon utters hurriedly, "and take this... just in case." he hands you the gun which he keeps under his pillow.

"i'm not gonna leave you!" you blurt out as you feel the tingle of tears behind your eyes, fearing the worst possible outcome.

"you have to! please just go! i'll take care of them!" he says in a hushed tone in order not to alert the intruders.

he reaches in his nightstand and grabs an envelope and hands it to you.

"here's all the information you need in case i'm gone." he says in a monotone manner, masking how he truly feels inside.

he's never put much value on his life, always focused to get the job done no matter the cost. until you appeared and swept him off his feet.

now he senses a churn in his stomach, utter fear gnawing at his heart, not for himself, but you. what would happen to you when he's gone?

you take the envelope with shaky hands, "simon, you mean...?" you ask, frightened out of your mind.

"yes. if i die, you'll know what to do." he responds, "please don't say that!" you plead, averting your gaze from him to hide your tears.

he embraces you tightly and kisses the crown of your head, "go!" he says and ushers you out of the bedroom, making sure the path is clear for you to head out back.

moments later, after throwing punches and slashing through flesh with sharply honed knives and bullets flying around, simon finds himself among five dead bodies and a pool of blood on the carpet.

just as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, he hears the sound of a gunshot.

he's startled and filled with anxiety as he steps outside to see what happened, finding himself praying for the first time in his life that it's not you.

only then, he meets your terrified figure, shaking and eyes widened in sheer shock.

his eyes land on the blood splattered all over your shirt and you notice his anxious eyes, "it's not mine!" you say breathily, chest heaving as adrenaline courses heavily through your body.

in an instant, he runs towards you and engulfs you in his strong arms while letting out a sigh of relief, "i thought i lost you!" he murmurs in your hair, "can't get rid of me that easily, babe!" you say back with a low chuckle, though still trembling.

"i'll call price to help with the mess." he says, guiding you inside the house with an arm draped over your shoulders as you're still stuck in a state of lingering shock.

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"you looked so fuckin' sexy in that moment with the gun in your hand and blood all over you!" he says with a smirk as you cuddle on the couch days after the incident.

"yeah? you liked that?" you ask with a playful smile as your glinting eyes meet his.

"i'm proud of you! my wife is such a badass!" he says, a soft smile adorning his scarred lips and pure adoration dancing in his eyes as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

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chiikasevennn · 2 days

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𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬?

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader

A/N: INSPIRED BY @jinwoosungs !!! I love their stories so much 🫶🏻. I cry tears of joy whenever I get a notification from her blog. Go off, your majesty. Also, this is not proofread! Done purely because I was hungry ^⁠_⁠^ pls comment hehe!

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Maybe some old saying was true; to love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything.

Jinwoo had thought of his relationship with yours was led by unimaginable magic—came out of left field and meant to end like a shooting star, breathtaking but brief.

When you confessed to him, he didn't know whether to be enraptured or embarrassed, because he felt both.

A girl? A girl—a beautiful one at that—told him that she liked him more than just a mere companion? That was difficult to believe.

(He half guessed it, but he was Sung Jinwoo, the weakest hunter of all mankind. What was he going to offer to someone like you who had a lot of opportunities ahead of her?)

He liked how you were a bashful bunny towards him, but a genuine person despite that. The raven head was always observant of your tendency to steal glances when he wasn't looking and how you instinctively withdrew your hand when it accidentally brushed against his.

He never realized you had a thing for him and only him until he found you in front of a flower shop's clear glass, observing and admiring a bouquet of tulips through the flawless window.

Why? Because Jinwoo told you that he liked tulips after you asked if he had any likes towards flowers.

He didn't even hold any specific preference for tulips. It wasn't that he disliked them, but it was just that he had no time to think of a favorite flower. Tulips only crossed his mind when you asked because of his sister and his mother; they both liked tulips.

He remembered how your face lit up like a Christmas tree adorned with beautiful decorations when he answered that. He could only smile that day as he felt like seeing a starlit path leading to you.

You were a lifeline in the tumultuous waters of life, and he followed you and clinged to you because you were everything.

Jinwoo might have not noticed right away, but the burdens felt a little lighter whenever you were around. You could just be standing there and he'd be delighted on the inside.

Because of all this, he ended up admiring you even before your confession. The changes began, of course—from how he started caring about what you might think of his appearance on a typical day to adopting certain mannerisms from you, like fixing his front hair every hour or two. He also began talking about you with Jinah so frequently that she eventually questioned your role in his life, as she became more familiar with the woman her oppa was fond of through words.

"For you!"

Jinwoo blinked. Two blinks, then three.

A bouquet of tulips in your hold, extending it towards him. It was akin to seeing a gem. The tulips were categorized into three shades—purple, ruby, and pink.

He was happy, absolutely thrilled and delighted, but a deep sense of him felt bad... Or ashamed? He didn't think you'd buy him something as extravagant as this.

"It's pretty obvious from what you're seeing," raising the tulips a little higher, your head cowered behind it. A meek voice followed.

"I love—LIKE"—you suddenly lifted the bouquet up to his face, basically almost pressing the thing in front of him—"being around you. I like it when you're happy or smiling. I like your face, even when you look stupid sometimes."

With the tone of your choice, Jinwoo knew you were about to explode.

"... You don't have to accept right away that I adore you to this extent. Knowing you, you don't need to pay me back or anything. I'm doing this because I like, like you. I wanted to give you flowers because it feels suffocating to bottle what I have for you."

He couldn't respond. Even if he did open his mouth, he doubted anything coherent would come out. Jinwoo's mind was blank, but upon seeing you about to say speak again, he realized immediately that he had to say something because he might fuck up and never get this chance again.

"Dinner."

"Huh?"

"Thank you." He smiled. "In return... Will you allow me to take you to dinner?

He anticipated your relationship with him to be brief, having a thought that you'd get tired of him eventually.

You didn't.

The relationship went on even after four years passed, the dates you and him planned together fought to longevity. It remained steadfast, every obstacle encountered was overcome through your mutual determination, despite the difficulties that emerged, as there was no way you would let go.

When you got upset, Jinwoo would hug you. When he got stressed, you'd play with his scalp and hug him to sleep. When sometimes you got hungry in the middle of the night, he'd join you on your late night cravings. Everything was vice versa.

Jinwoo planned for this relationship to never end, not when the commitment in mind to marry you was there, alive and present.

The raven head smiled slightly as he gazed upon a picture of you in a picture frame, depicting your smile amidst the severe, frosty weather of the previous year—a pleasant contrast.

He recollected distinctly how, on every occasion, you had showered him with a variety of flowers—roses, lilies, and an assortment of blooms filled his recollection, but Jinwoo remembered how tulips were number one of the things you've gifted him.

Thinking back on the casual act of giving him flowers, he remembered his endeavor to match your floral gifts, he supposed you've taken it as a competition and bought him a lot and more bigger than what he'd given.

Since you liked giving him flowers, he indulged you and let you to be the extreme gift giver.

But of course, he was still Jinwoo, and he wanted to treasure you with equal measure, and maybe more than that, so he still did things for you, despite how busy everything was.

So, when his position and financial standing rose, he showered you not only with the handmade and modest gifts but also with extravagant gestures such as furnitures, hair decorations, skincare products, and the list continued. It went on and on until you had to stop him because he might drain his bank account, but Jinwoo didn't really care.

Jinwoo took another clear look at your image and began to daydream into his memories again. He recalled, remembered, and reminisced until he found himself reliving moments that had already come to pass.

One look in his imagination of you had his vision blurry once he opened his eyes. He pressed a trembling hand against her lips on the photograph in a futile attempt to stifle the sobs threatening to escape.

The corners of his mouth trembled as his hearts felt like being clawed open. He tried to blink away the tears, but they flowed freely down his cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening tracks in their wake.

Jinwoo wiped his tears away, looking up in hopes to reduce of his fragile moment. As he slowly returned his gaze forward after regaining his composure, he was met with the box containing most the items he had gifted you, carefully safeguarded to maintain their pristine condition.

Everything reminded you of him.

And he loved and hated it.

did you expect that? lmao you should've took notice of the vibe of the first pic HAYAHAHAHAH happy reading! ᕦ⁠[⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠□⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠]⁠ᕤ

#sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo x you #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling #solo leveling fic

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nightgoodomens · 22 hours

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some people may say this is me projecting. to be honest, I don't care, I don't need to project because i'm over it, and i've verified with a friend to make sure i'm not accidentally making things up because i thought i was going insane, but GT is making alarm bells go off in my head.

she's exactly like my ex. same person. used to put me down ALL THE TIME online (much smaller scale obviously we are not famous! but to 2k people on twitter) as a joke and at first it was funny but then it stopped being funny after a while. i was the strange guy he could take a piss on for everyone to laugh. didn't usually respond to it because I didn't like dragging it, but whenever I responded in bantering style, he got all sad and insecure and basically didn't let me respond to his "jokes" online with jokes of my own. (GT doesn't do that cuz DT doesn't have social media to respond but the point is that it was also one sided.)

there are more similarities, but this struck me when I first saw it. maybe this is just me and everyone I've talked to about it, I don't know, but I genuinely cannot imagine anyone, including DT, actually being okay with this shit. people saying "you haven't had a loving relationship that's why you don't understand making jokes with your partner" to excuse GT really don't get it. you can make jokes with your partner, but you have to hold the same power in joking about each other. and private jokes are different than public ones.

sorry for the rant. I am enraged.

I am so glad to hear that he’s now your ex! What a prick. You’re not the only one who dealt with such bastard, quite a few people spoke up here about having suffered similar, so you’re not “projecting” - it is just what it is. We learn which people to avoid in our lives - you can’t gaslight yourself every time that you’re just projecting when alarm bells go off in your head. A twat is a twat.

Antis normalised and excused so much over the years, it’s incredible but they’re so deep in it that they are unable to take a step back and say you know what - I won’t excuse this. If it looks fucked up, it is. But instead they’re on Twitter mocking DT for saying “no”. Saying everything is a joke. Normalising shitty behaviours and excusing them. Telling people to kill themselves if they disagree. They just lost it.

It’s never funny when it’s one person taking the piss out of another, or mocking them, or humiliating them, or crossing their boundaries - and publishing it for everyone to see to mock them further - while that person is not even on social media. It’s not banter when it’s one sided. It’s backstabbing. And it’s especially pathetic when it comes from people who haven’t accomplished anything in their lives and are currently entirely dependant on the subject of their jokes who according to them needs to be “humbled” but they’re not the ones acting like celebrities desperate for attention. Meh. It’s just such lame behaviour at the very least.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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uniquevoidflowers · 3 days

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Legend and Hairbrush for @final-fantasy-xiii-fan

"Vet, I'm taking care of this monstrosity." Warriors demanded, holding a hairbrush.

Legend rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad."

"Have you seen your hair as of late?!" The captain argued.

"No offence Legend, but it needs to be brushed." Wind piped up.

"Fine." Legend sat down, crossing his arms.

He felt a hand on his head and then the feeling of the brush running through his hair. It hit a knot and Legend winced. "Sorry." Warriors spoke up.

"It's okay." The vet said dismissively.

Link sat down on a stool. His Uncle sat behind him with a hairbrush in hand. Uncle brushed through his hair and Link yelped. "Sorry, kid. This needs to be brushed though."

"I know." Link grumbled.

"After this, I'm going to tend to the orchard. Do you wanna help this time?" Uncle asked.

Link perked up and nodded, only to wince when the hairbrush yanked on his hair. "Don't move your head." His Uncle said sternly.

He obliged and after a long time of waiting, his Uncle put the hairbrush down with a sigh. "I wanna see!" Link rushed off to the mirror.

He looked at his reflection, specifically at his hair and saw it was less messy and now thinner than before. All of a sudden, Uncle came and ruffled his hair. "Hey!" Link pouted.

Uncle chuckled, a deep rumble that truly made Link feel at home. "Now, do you wanna go to the orchard?"

Link's eyes lit up and he momentarily forgot about his hair. "Yes! Can I have an apple when we get there?"

Uncle laughed. "Not right then, but maybe if you grow some real good ones you can have one."

"Okay! I'll grow some really good ones, Uncle." Link insisted.

"I believe it." His Uncle grinned and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Suddenly, the door they were about to head through was a camp and there was someone calling his name.

Legend looked up to see the captain calling his name and he sighed, mood worsened. "Hylia, you'd think for a Hero of Courage, you'd be more alert." Warriors said jokingly but the vet was in no mood to respond.

"Speak for yourself, cap." Time called and that deep, rumble made Legend's heart ache.

"Are you done?" Legend asked quietly.

"Yeah, hair's all brushed and stuff. Remind me to wash your hair later." Warriors waved a hand dismissively.

The veteran stood up and left the camp to patrol. He needed some air.

#unique writes #linked universe #lu legend #lu warriors #legend's uncle #linkeduniverse #this was supposed to be fluff but...angst :D

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magnifythesun · 1 day

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Hi! Are you still taking ianthony prompts? I've had this stuck in my head the time Ian's car broke down and Anthony said he begged Ian 6 times to come pick him up and I just imagine Damsel in Distress Ian who's also stubborn and a bit oblivious to a worried and protective Anthony who's always there for him in different situations.

Thank you sooo much for the prompt!!

This is definitely one of my favorite little details that they've dropped about themselves haha!! I can't believe Anthony had to ask Ian SIX whole times just to come get him 😂 Ian truly must never ask for help! Okay, I'm a little rusty in my writing but I'm excited so let's see how this goes! Let me know what you think! ^_^

(mid writing notes: writing this really made me realize just how many times SIX whole times of asking your friend to let you give them a ride is. SIX TIMES)

Leave it to Ian to get stranded in the only 'middle-of-nowhere' spot in LA. Anthony was wearing tracks into his living room carpet, caught up in rereading the messages Ian had sent.

"Car broke 😢" was the first sign of trouble, accompanied by the sad photo of Ian's car half-pulled off of the asphalt into grass.

"Where are you?" Anthony had shot back, confused by the seemingly rural background of the photo. "Got AAA coming to help?"

"In the most barren part of the whole city." Ian replied after a couple of minutes. "I'm taking a look at at it now but yeah I'm probably going to call them. Car sounds fucked."

"Shit, man. Lemme know if you need a ride" Anthony offered. It only took a second for the reply.

"No worries, I'll be good."

There had been radio silence for a while then. Anthony hadn't been too stressed. He figured Ian already had a different person lined up to get him if his car didn't start back up. Still, he kept glancing at his phone for updates that didn't come.

After about forty minutes, and a quick glance at the clock that told him it'd be getting dark soon, Anthony texted Ian again.

"Triple A fix your car?"

The response was prompt. "Nope"

Anthony stared at the message, knowing this man did not just send him only the word 'nope.' It took a minute but more followed.

"The AAA guy's still looking at it but from what I can tell it's beyond his scope. He mentioned I should probably call a tow truck so I've been looking at reviews."

Anthony glanced outside his window, frowning at the rapidly darkening sky. "That sounds like a good idea. after you call whoever, I can drive over so you have a ride once they've towed yours"

Ian responded quickly, "No don't worry I'm all good."

Definitely must have a ride then, Anthony thought. Still, he had to make sure. "Oh good, you've got a ride then?"

There was a long pause, so Anthony set his phone down, glancing at the setting sun again and went to get some water from the kitchen.

Coming back in to his phone, he checked his messages, and-

"No, I'll probably just Uber."

Anthony was flabbergasted. "Why?? Don't worry man it's no problem for me to pick you up. Let me know where you're at." It was actually just straight up dark outside at this point. "Is the AAA guy still there??"

"Nah he's gone. Waiting on the tow truck."

Alone in the middle-of-nowhere Los Angeles? Anthony thought, In the dark? Worry flared up in his chest and the pacing began.

"Ian, just drop me your map pin and I'll head over."

"It's chill, I'm not in a rush to get home." Ian replied, not a care in the world.

Anthony resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. "that's not really the point??"

Suddenly a picture was loading in on the messages.

Anthony braced himself for a lackadaisical gif (and yes, he pronounced it jif like god and the creator intended) but was greeted instead with a horrendous selfie of Ian holding the phone at an angle an inch from his chin, smiling at him. The artificial light from his phone lit up the interior of his car behind him. Anthony couldn't help but laugh, even as the worry churned in his stomach. Another message followed.

"Don't worry. I'm a big boy now, all grown up and everything."

Anthony considered wracking his brains for a daddy joke, but decided Ian didn't deserve it right now. He grabbed his keys and wallet, flicked off the living room light, and left, locking his door behind him. As he walked toward his car, he jabbed the call button.

It rang only twice before Ian picked up. Anthony heard him take a breath to speak and didn't give him a chance. "Ian, just tell me where you're at, I'm heading to my car now."

"I-" Ian sounded surprised. There was a moment of rustling on the other end, then Anthony was clearly put on speaker as Ian's voice echoed slightly through the call. "Anthony, really, it's fine. The tow truck people have an ETA of like 15 minutes and then I'll call the Uber while they're hooking the car up."

Anthony, now at his car, pressed his eyes closed for a second in annoyance as he clicked his key. He hoped Ian could hear the pointed little beep-beep of his car unlocking in response.

"You really don't have to go out of your way to come get me," Ian continued, undeterred. "I didn't mean to derail your whole night with this," He laughed.

Anthony got in the car and leaned his head on his steering wheel in despair. "Ian."

"What?" Ian asked.

Anthony began to laugh despite himself, "I don't understand," He laughed harder, pushing the words out. "Why won't you just let me pick you up? I've asked you like five times!"

There was a moment of silence from Ian's end, and Anthony knew Ian was processing just how ridiculous this had become. Ian started snickering. Then they were both just laughing, Anthony holding the phone tight to his ear as Ian's laughter poured from it, his other hand ready to turn the car on.

"So," Anthony caught his breath, "So can you -please- drop me a map pin so I can come get you?"

"Alright, alright." Ian said.

Ian's voice was soft and breathless from his laughter. Anthony had spent a long time learning how to properly relish the beautiful moments in his life. The sound of Ian's voice right now, echoing slightly through the phone? That was one of those moments.

Anthony's phone pinged. "There. You happy?"

"Finally, my god." Anthony pulled the phone away to check. "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Great," Ian said. "I think the tow truck gets here right about then." Anthony could still hear the smile in his voice. "I'll be here, waiting for you to rescue me."

#ianthony #ask #my fanfic #i have to emphasize that i pronounce gif like a regular person despite what god and the creator intended #but anthony has that hill he's decided to die on so i will incorporate it at any possible relevant moment because its hilarious #thank you AGAIN for this prompt it was so great to write!!#ill be answering each prompt i get in the order i receive them!#ive got two more in the pipeline right now! thank yall for sending!

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vulpixisananimal · 3 days

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(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

#ANYWA BACK TO YOUR SCHEDULED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELLSCAPE #isat #in stars and time #isat art #isat fanart #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat spoilers #isat loop #isat mal du pays #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat odile #isat isabeau #isat bonnie #isat nille #isat fanfic #isat au

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Wait wait...imagine when Velvette is telling Carmilla the news she wants to or just thinks she should do it alone and when Carmilla asks if this is some kind of joke Velvette just has a full breakdown because 'No it's not a fucking joke! Apparently it's real and I wanted to let you know and maybe get some fucking advice cause I'm scared shitless! I know Jack all about being a mom aside from what not to do and now thanks to lust magic I'm apparently having more than one crotch goblin and-' just goes right into a breakdown and possibly a panic attack and Carmilla has to grab her and hold her and talk her down and through it and she's just holding Velvette who lets her for once without a complaint because damnit she's scared okay and Carmilla murmurs how it'll be okay because Velvette will have so much help and advice and she's going to be a good mom

Velvette wanted to tell Carmilla the news alone. She'd thought if Clara or Kiki were in the room with her, she might hole up again inside her mind, and make them do the talking. The truth is, she'd like nothing more than for her partners to be there and do all the hard work for her. But she also knows she's about three seconds away from breaking down. Honestly, she'd rather burden Carmilla with that than see her partners fuss over her more.

Velvette's not sure what she'd expected when she ultimately told Carmilla, "I'm pregnant." What she gets is...surprising, to say the least.

She'd expected...disbelief? Yeah. Anger? Maybe. Being scolded for not being careful? Of course. All of those things would be typical Carmilla reactions. What she gets instead is the opposite of that -- Carmilla goes quiet for several seconds, like she's confused, and then she...she laughs. A really gut-filled, hearty laugh, like she'd just been told the punchline of a joke. That type of sound is almost eerie coming out of this particular woman's mouth. She never laughs like that in front of her. Velvette is stunned.

"You're laughing," Velvette says, stating the obvious. "I come to you, baring my soul, and you're laughing."

"That would imply you're not joking," Carmilla responds. Carmilla lets out a few more throaty giggles, rubbing her eyes, before taking another look at Velvette, who is very unamused. Then Carmilla gets that oh shit look on her face, and actually looks worried. "Aren't you?"

"No, I'm not fucking joking, Carmilla! Why would I even make light about something like this?"

"To get under my skin? That's what you always do!"

Satan, Velvette truly wants to throttle her girlfriend's mother at that moment. She can't blame her for always expecting the worst of her, but fucking damn it! She's trying! She's been trying for months!

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Velvette cries out, taking a step toward Carmilla this time. Her hand goes to her stomach, just to emphasize the point. There are tears forming in her eyes.

"What are you saying?" Carmilla asks.

Hellfire, how can such an intelligent woman be this fucking stupid?

"I'm saying this is fucking real! I don't know how it's possible --probably Kiki's fucking love magic, I don't know -- but this is happening! You're going to be a grandmother, I'm going to be a mother, and I'm fucking scared shitless, okay?! And I thought for once, maybe the great Carmilla Carmine could stop treating me like a child, and talk to me like an equal! You know, instead of assuming I'm always trying to pull a fast one on her!"

Velvette can feel herself starting to have a panic attack. It's like she's an outside observer to her own body, watching herself breaking down in front of her girlfriend's mother. Her head is a jumble of white noise, and her own voice sounds like it's coming from an echo somewhere else down the hall.

"And most of all, I think I just wanted some fucking advice! I don't know the first thing about any of this shit. Heaven forbid I be vulnerable in front of you for once! I just wanted you to tell me it'll be okay, like you would for Clara. That's what moms do, right? Tell their daughters what to do--!"

Before Velvette can finish her thought, she finds herself dragged against a strong, sturdy wall of a person, arms wrapped securely around her shoulders, and her head shoved tightly against a warm chest. Her head is still reeling from her panic attack from earlier, and she almost tries to push against the person who's grabbed her. Until she calms down and looks up, into the scarlet eyes of the woman she had once called her greatest rival.

"I'm sorry, Velvette," Carmilla says, and Velvette doesn't think she's ever heard so much raw emotion in the woman's voice before. It's limned with so much sorrow...anger...regret...maybe sadness? Velvette's not great with reading emotions. But if she has to guess, Carmilla's voice is full of all of those things, and then some.

"I'm sorry," Carmilla repeats, in case Velvette didn't hear her the first time. She squeezes Velvette harder. "Old habits are hard to break. Even for me."

"You mean you're not perfect, you old fossil?" Velvette squeaks, trying to laugh instead of cry, burying her face into Carmilla's chest. Oh, Satan, Velvette's really starting to cry again.

"No," Carmilla says softly. Matter-of-factly. "I'm not."

Velvette's not sure what finally does it. Maybe it's the little bit of validation from Carmilla just then, the feeling of finally being heard, or just the sensation of such a strong pair of arms gripping her body. Maybe it's the sense of safety she feels, or a healthy combination of all of the above.

Whatever the reason, Velvette becomes choked up again. She doesn't sob, or cry out, or act like the baby Carmilla usually expects to her be. She just lets her feelings go, crying them silently into Carmilla's chest, without saying anything, soaking the older woman's shirt with her tears. Carmilla doesn't scold or chastise her for it, or say anything, at first. She just stands there while she does it, letting those motherly arms do what they do best -- absorb all the sadness, trauma, confusion, and fear of a young woman as she falls apart in her arms.

Velvette has always unleashed so much of herself upon Carmilla over the years. Carmilla's grateful for once that she gets to see this side of her, instead of the part that's always trying to fight her. Carmilla gets bolder, and puts her hand in Velvette's hair, stroking lightly with her claws.

"It'll be okay," Carmilla murmurs, so softly Velvette almost doesn't hear it. "I'll help you. You're going to do great. I promise."

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #velvette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #helluva boss #kiki helluva boss #ask #anon #fan theories #velkira #velkira kids au

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dinogoofymutated · 6 hours

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Hello, I love your writing!! And the Kurt taking care of an overworked lover really melted my heart 🫠💕 could I ask for a similar prompt with Logan? He's my #1 X Men man. If this ptompt is too specific no worries, feel free to make it work within your own parameters- but I live with chronic pain/illness, so maybe it could be someone with a condition that flairing up and they refuse to rest/ask for help, making things worse, and Logan finally steps in, maybe scoops them up in his big arms and lovingly forces them to take a break? Logan has such a big protective heart under all his gruffness, and I think we need to see more of it in the Fandom.

💖 Love and Bless You 💖

Wolverine/GN!Reader UGH I love this request!! I hope it's okay that i didn't write about a specific illness, but describe a general chronic pain/mobility difficulty due to it. I need to write soft logan like this more often UGH- also, I was picturing the flirty Logan from Wolverine and the X-men here. He's infected my brain and I need more versions of him like that lol. TWS: Chronic pain/illness. flareups.

If there's one thing anyone knows about Logan, it's that's he's crazy observant, especially with that sniffer of his.

Sure me might not be able to smell when you're in pain, but I 100% thing that he just -knows- when something is off. It's like a sixth sense. Like you move in a particular way or eat your "fuck I hurt" food and he's on you like a goddamn bloodhound.

It doesn't matter how much you protest, or how much you fight him on it, he's not willing to budge when it comes to letting you rest- and if he can sneak in a few extra cuddles, or more time in bed with you, it's just a perk.

Today has been a rough day since you woke up, and you knew it would most likely get worse.

You were having a bit of a flare-up. Well, you say a bit, in all actuality, it was an uphill battle from here. There was just something off the moment you woke up. Your joints were stiff and painful, everyday actions became a chore, and you were hurting much more than normal. But, if there was one thing about you everyone knew, it was that you were certainly stubborn.

You’re in the kitchen currently, resting at the table after popping a batch of cookies in the oven. Jubilee had been begging you to make her some sweet treats, and with her coming home from a rather long mission tomorrow, you decided to surprise her. Your body’s timing was… unfortunate, but there was no stopping you now. You were exhausted after making the dough, and rolling it into balls. After you had popped them in the oven you had painstakingly walked to the fridge to put the rest of the dough inside, muscles protesting each and every step. You had collapsed into the nearest chair, leaning your head back with a sigh, which is where you are now. You let your eyes drift closed as you wait for the timer to go off, relaxing into the seat.

“Hey~” You jump at the sound of the voice, opening your eyes to see a smirking Logan, his arms draped across the back of your chair. You let out a huff, smiling at him.

“Hi Logan.” You say sweetly. One of his hands reaches down to run through your hair, and you feel like a cat as you eagerly lean into the touch.

“How are you feeling?” He asks. You hum, grimacing at the question.

“Fine?” You respond, an unsure tilt in your voice. Logan raises an eyebrow at you.

“Don't bullshit me, sweetheart. I know somethings off.” Logan rumbles. You make a face, sitting up from the chair as normally as you can as the timer for the cookies goes off.

“It's just a minor flare-up. It's fine, I'm fine. I have to finish baking these cookies for tomorrow anyway, so I don't really have a choice.” You say. If he sees the way you stumble a little, he doesn’t comment on it. Logan watches as you take a moment before you open the oven, resting against the counter. You realize that you may have gotten up from the chair just a little too fast as stars spot your eyes. After a minute of rest, hyper-aware of Logan’s eyes on you, you go for it. You barely crack the oven door open before Logan grabs you by the waist.

“Alright, that's enough.” He says. You yelp as Logan drags you away from the oven. He takes the cookies out quickly before he turns around and immediately throws you over his shoulder. Your yelp is more of a screech this time.

“Logan! Let me go- what are you doing?!”

“I'm not gonna stand back and watch you do this to yourself. I'm taking you to bed.” Logan huffs. He’s already walking you out of the kitchen and into the other parts of the mansion as you hit your palms against his back, trying to convince him to put you down.

“But- I- the cookies!” You cry out. Logan has already gotten to your door opening it as he carries you inside.

“I got it. Now just- relax.” He says, plopping you down on the bed. The action has you a little dizzy, and Logan leans in to kiss you on the forehead before he tucks you under the covers.

“I'm going to go get you some water and vitamins. Stay. Here.” You don’t have time to protest before he’s gone, having shut the door behind him. You want to get up and chase after him, tell him that you don’t need any special treatment and that you were fine on your own, but you’re not sure you can really run right now- and the comfort and warmth of your bed and covers are calling you like a goddamn siren song.

You drift in and out of consciousness in bed until Logan is back, with a glass of water and vitamins as promised. He hands you a flintstone gummy as he sits on the bed, and you can’t help but snicker. Logan rolls his eyes, still having delivered vitamins as promised.

“What did you do about the cookies?” You ask as Logan peels back the covers to lie in the bed with you. He pulls you close as he settles in, rubbing his hands soothingly across the parts of you he knows tend to ache the most.

“I put a new batch in the oven. I’ll smell them when they’re ready.” He says. You roll your eyes at him, resting your head against his chest.

“Thank you, you know. Not just for the cookies, but… for caring.” You whisper. He huffs a laugh, leaning down to kiss you on the lips this time.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. Just rest.”

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men headcannons #x men 97 x reader #wolverine headcannons #wolverine x reader #wolverine #logan howlett headcannons #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett

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666writingcafe · 3 days

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A Reward: Satan/Belphie

Part Two of Special Bonus Content

Content Warning: tailplay

Belphie hops back on the bed, but Satan stops at the foot of it, looking rather unsure of himself.

"You good?" Belphie asks him.

"I...I don't know," Satan replies, running his fingers through his hair. "I might have to sit this one out."

"How come?" I ask, trying to sound gentle. Satan sighs.

"You said to not make this a competition," he answers, looking directly at Belphie. "I thought I'd be okay, but now..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing,

"I feel like whatever I end up doing is going to pale in comparison to what Lucifer just did. I know it's silly, but it's how I feel. And I don't want to do something that will ruin this experience for you, MC."

"You don't have to be a carbon copy of him to make me happy," I tell him. "You never have. Besides, if I didn't want you here, I would have made you disappear." The last part is meant to be a joke. Thankfully, Satan gets it, and a small smile appears on his face as he gets on top of the bed.

"You take the lead," Belphie instructs Satan. "After all, you didn't participate in the test." Satan looks me up and down contemplatively for a moment. Then, his eyes suddenly light up.

"I've always wondered how MC would react to being tied up. They tend to have a curious look on their face whenever they see Mammon in that position, and at this point I don't think it's due to them not knowing what he did to deserve it."

"Are you okay with that?" Belphie asks me. Before I can answer, Satan adds,

"It won't be anything too crazy. Just something to test the waters, so to speak."

"I was going to say yes," I respond. For a brief moment, Satan appears to be scolding himself, but then he quickly pulls it together.

"Okay, then. I'll use something that you're familiar with to restrain you." He summons his black feather boa and hands it to Belphie, who uses it to tie my wrists together.

"Not too tight?" he asks me. I shake my head. "Would you be able to break free if you needed to?"

"I think so," I answer. Belphie calls Lucifer over to inspect his work. After he makes a few minor changes, he calls the restraint sufficient before stepping away from the three of us.

"If at any point you feel like it's too much, just tell us," Satan states, making eye contact with me as he straddles me. His shirt disappears, and he starts to gently rock his hips against mine. The sensation makes both of us groan softly. Belphie, meanwhile, lies down next to us and lazily begins playing with himself.

"You look good, MC," he compliments. Whatever response I originally had is thrown out the window when Satan stops moving and remarks,

"I want to see how long you can go without making any noise."

"What's the catch?" My question becomes answered when I feel Satan's tail slowly travel down my body.

I've heard stories about him winning entire fights with just his tail. Its spiky nature makes it a formidable weapon. Yet, the feeling of it on my skin isn't entirely unpleasant. It certainly doesn't appear to leave a thousand little cuts in its wake.

Moments later, I feel something tickling my neck: Belphie's cow-like tail. It follows the path that Satan's took. Soon, both tails stop between my legs. The two of them grin at each other before they make their tails go inside me. I have to bite my tongue in order to prevent myself from yelping. It's not that it's painful, per-say, but the way their tails are rubbing up against me is unlike anything I experienced before. I don't know whether I want to push them away or have them come closer.

I suppose that's part of the reason my hands are tied up.

I hear the faint sound of someone starting a stopwatch. I should be upset at the fact that I'm being timed, but I can't find it in me to care about much of anything outside the feeling of the tails.

"It's cute that you're actually trying," Belphie whispers. "But I doubt you'll be able to keep quiet for much longer."

"In fact, we'll make sure of it," Satan murmurs. "We won't stop until we can make you scream." The two of them chuckle sinisterly as their tails begin moving faster.

The increasing amount of pleasure eventually becomes too much for me, and I end up cursing rather loudly. Someone clicks the stopwatch off.

"Twelve minutes, fourteen seconds." That sneaky son of a bitch...

"Not bad for a human," Belphie remarks. The two of them pull their tails out, and Satan undoes the boa around my wrists, making sure that I'm able to move my arms before having Belphie get off the bed with him.

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#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 24 hours

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Please save me from this light of mine (please stay with me in the dark)

Your small hands in the palm of mine - series masterlist here

pairing: gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru (gender neutral)

length: 1.6k

genre: lil angsty

warnings: this is the beginning of the spiral into insanity lmao but I promise we are doing the happy timeline here ok this is not going to follow canon, lil angsty here but y'all know I would never leave you with heartbreak forever <3

a/n: I think this is about uuuh cutting the ppl you love with your sharp edges :( so anyway

There's a heaviness in the air, the humidity weighing on you as the summer sun beats down. Laying in the grass, feeling your chest heave as you try to catch your breath and your clothes stick to your sweat-slicked skin, you feel almost - almost at your limit. Not quite, though. Not until -

A shadow passes over you, blocking out the scorching heat of the sun, and when you open your eyes, you're met with Suguru's concerned face, his hand stuffed in the pockets of his school uniform.

"Aw, you're blocking the light," you sigh, but there's a fatigue in your voice that just causes his brows to bunch further together. He moves anyway, though, choosing instead to sit next to you and stare down at your figure. Not that you'd notice, your eyes fluttering shut again to ward off the bright sunlight.

"Think you've had more than enough sunlight today," he answers easily, eyeing your figure. Your breath has started to calm, your chest rising and falling a bit slower. "And more than enough practicing. How long have you been out here?"

"Not that long," you respond, shrugging as best you can with your hands interlocked behind your head, cushioning you as the grass sways around you. The breeze is welcome- a cool, sweet reverie until you're interrupted again.

"Aw, now don't go lying to us," Satoru says, being the one to tower over you this time. You open your eyes again to squint up, glaring at him as he grins down at you for a moment before planting himself on the other side of you. "You left this morning. The sun's gonna go down soon."

"We're in school," you huff, stubbornly keeping your eyes closed. "We're training. Are we not here to get better? Are you two not?"

"Of course we are," Suguru sighs, and you open your eyes to look up at him. The sun is getting lower on the horizon, the day's light soon to fade along with it. "But we're not here to get ourselves killed. That's what you'll do if you keep going on like this." You scoff at Suguru's words, sitting up to look at him crossly.

"I know what I'm doing - and I know my limits. You don't need to know them for me."

"We're just worried about you, we - hey, we care about you," Satoru begins, but you're already hauling yourself to your feet, determined to end the conversation before it's even really begun. You sway a bit as you stand, and the two of them shoot to their feet on either side of you, hands outstretched. As if they'd need to catch you - as if you'd ever let yourself fall.

"I thought you wanted to be the best, Satoru," you challenge him, your eyes narrowing. He opens his mouth to respond, a surprised pain flashing through his eyes as you keep going before he can speak. "At this rate, it won't take long for me to surpass you."

Neither of them stop you this time when you walk away.

Neither of them come to see you in your dorm later, either - something that causes your heart to stutter in your chest as you lean against your windowsill, staring up at the night sky and the pale, waning moon. You turn over, in your head, what the other two had been saying to you earlier, the hurt in Satoru's eyes and the way Suguru's hand had stayed outstretched, reaching towards you as you walked away You play it over and over in your mind, something worrying gnawing at you when you think of it.

You scoff angrily, letting your head fall forward to rest against the glass of your window. There is a loneliness to this life, you think. And it is made even lonelier by the fact that they haven't seemed to realize that yet. Still, there's a part of you that tugs at your heart, pleads for your feet to move, to carry you down the hall to them. There is a part of your soul that begs for them and you cannot snuff it out.

You can, of course, ignore it. And you do - you always do, digging your heels in and refusing to seek shelter from a storm of your own making.

"Don't you think we should go talk to them," Satoru whines, pouting up at Suguru where he lays sprawled across his bed. He'd ignored Suguru's grumbling about how he has his own dorm room when he came in, making himself comfortable while Suguru had just sighed, shifting to give him more space. Now, he leans forward to pet a hand over Satoru's hair.

"They just need a bit of space tonight, probably. If we crowd them, it might make it worse - you know that," he says softly. Satoru rolls onto his front and buries his face in the blankets.

"I just want to make this better - to help them. They're not alone in this, you know? I don't want…" Suguru sighs and runs his hands up and down Satoru's spine over his shirt.

"I know… I know. I don't want them to feel alone, either. They don't have to do this alone. But… you and I knowing that isn't the same as them knowing, yea?"

"I know," Satoru grumbles, rolling over once more to look up at Suguru where he's sitting up. Satoru reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind Suguru's ear, smoothing over his cheek with his thumb on the way back. "I just wish it was easier to make them understand that."

"It'll come… with time," Suguru says sweetly, catching Satoru's hand with his own to press a kiss to his palm. "We just have to be patient for now."

Suguru thinks, as he watches Satoru, that he may have been wrong on that front. Satoru's talking to you about his techniques, about pushing them and expanding them and making them more powerful - the constant drive for more, more, more. You, for what it's worth, look a bit hesitant about the whole thing.

"Isn't that a bit much, Toru?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He scoffs, waving your concern away.

"You were the one who kept saying it," Satoru points out. "You were the one who told me to catch up." You bristle at his words.

"I didn't mean it like this," you say stubbornly. Satoru pays it no mind, laughing and bumping you with his shoulder.

"You should be nicer, then," he points out. From where Suguru's sitting in the shade, away from the two of you, he can see the way you flinch at that, the way Satoru's words hurt you. But Satoru's already walking away, leaving you to stare after him, blinking in bemusement and something that looks suspiciously like regret.

By the time he's gone, you're stomping over to Suguru to sit next to him, your arms crossed and a frown tugging at your lips. Suguru reaches over to smooth his thumb over your brow gently, a silent reminder for you to relax.

"Is that my fault, do you think?" You ask quietly. Suguru drops his hand to your knee, squeezing reassuringly.

"It was bound to happen," he says kindly. You're not sure you deserve it. "Satoru's… well, he was always going to be the best, one day." You frown at Suguru's words, a furrow appearing again between your brows as you look up at the sky.

"I thought that was going to be me… before I met him." Suguru hums at your confession, unsurprised.

"Does it have to be one of you?" He asks, and if there's a fatigue seeping into his voice, if there's a slouch to his shoulders, you don't notice it.

"Doesn't it?" You press. Your hands ball into fists. "Satoru's scared of it - I know he is. He's got this fear in him and it's making him desperate." Suguru knows what you're talking about. He's seen the fear in Satoru - the fear that he isn't really the best, that he never will be, that he'll always still be beaten.

"And you?" Suguru presses, a sigh leaving him. It's heavy - this weight on his shoulders. He's not sure where it came from or when it got there, this creeping sort of ache that bears down on him. But it's here, nonetheless, and he's not sure he'd holding it up as well as he should be.

He's also not sure he really hears your answer to his question - something about how you've just got a better handle on it all compared to Satoru - how you're surely doing it all right and don't need the help that Satoru needs. Suguru doesn't mention that he's pretty sure Satoru feels the same - that you need help and he doesn't. You don't think to say that you're both thinking it about him, too - that Suguru is the one who needs an outstretched hand.

Either way, Suguru can't quite make himself believe you, not as the weariness of it all begins to collapse on him, the sun beating down just beyond this patch of shade he calls his own, the cicadas droning loud enough that he finds he can't hear himself think anymore. You're sitting right next to him, he supposes, but you feel out of reach, somehow. And Satoru? Well, he's nowhere in sight anymore.

Suguru wonders when he became so alone - thinks of it while you sigh and rest your forehead on his shoulder. He wonders when it all began to go so wrong.

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emmaismyana · 1 day

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Hi!! I hate to intrude on your blog but I don't have a blog to talk abt this stuff (too risky) and I can't talk to anyone about it irl so I was wondering if I could go on a mini rant abt my ed bcos I'm a little fed up w myself rn 😭.

So, I've had what I like to call Ana Lite (TM) for a few years now (I used to eat smaller portions at meals to shrink my stomach/appetite) but it devolved into a full blown ed around Oct 2023. That's when I started seriously losing weight (and tracking it). Well, I've been fat all my life. And I don't mean skinny fat, or midsized, I mean fat fat. Like, (medically) obese. When I started I was 85.7kg. Between Oct and Dec of last year, I lost down to 72.8kg. I felt amazing, I had hit two of my gws and felt motivated.

Well, afyer some intsnse fluctuation, for the past 5 months or so I've maintained at 74.8kg. My honeymoon phase was over and I was no longer motivated to actually fast and get actual progress. Well, about 2 weeks ago I decided to change that. I weighed in then at 74.7kg and at the end of that week I was at 72.5kg (a new lw!!) I was (and am) overjoyed, but there's one issue. I fast as much as I can, but I can't avoid dinner or meals on weekends bc of my parents (my parents have both already asked me if im eating, i cant risk them knowing). My period was supposed to come that week, but as it normally happens when I fast, it didn't start until I started eating more on the weekend.

My period makes it so so much harder to fast bc my cravings get so much worse and you already gain weight on your period, which means I'm constantly bloated and feel fatter than usual. Anyway, my goal is to hit 59kg before I go back to school next year (important weight bc at my height it means I'll be 15 lbs under overweight) and it'll be so much easier if I lose as much as I can before summer starts bc once I'm home all the time it'll be a lot harder (I'm also currently unemployed, so ik getting a job again will help.) I have 2 weeks before summer hits and I really really wanna hit 68kg by then but I'm scared I gained weight this week 😭 and I rlly just needed to talk about it bcos I haven't eaten all day and I'm about to go to the gym and I need to make sure I don't binge afterwards bcos I'm supposed to weigh in tomorrow.

(Also I feel rlly bad about this but my friend who is Chinese and slightly overweight very vocally hates her body and definitely has an ed but if I were to let her know I have one too or that ik she has one it wouldn't end well. That's not the part I feel bad about. This summer she's going to china to stay w her mom who is very skinny and very fat phobic and ik the ppl around her probably won't care if she starves herself and I feel so bad for feeling this way but I'm so scared she's gonna lose a ton of weight without me. She's always been skinnier than me and the way she talks about herself makes me feel so much fatter but I love her and we've been friends for such a long time. The one thing I have going for me is that I have skinny legs and she has expressed so many times how jelous she is of them and I feel so shitty that it makes me feel good about myself. Everything between us already feels like a competition, I just wish we could both be skinny without the drama. But also, i don't want her to go to the hospital or anything I want her to get better and all of this shit is just so confusing 😭)

So so sorry if I annoyed you! I just don't have an outlet for any of this stuff (other than my journal lol) and you seemed really sweet.

(🐚 for me to find later if you do decide to post)

Hii!! Im not gonna respond to everythinf you said, my apologies!

But im so glad you were able to rant and please feel always welcome to, either anonymous like this or in my dm's youre always welcome ♡

Hope you feel a bit better :) and tysm for calling me sweet ahaha you seem nice too

#ed but not ed sheeran #light as a feather #pro for me not for thee #th1nsp1ration #i wanna be tiny #starv1ng #th1gh g@p #th1n$pø #i wanna lose weight #tw weight

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cailiniscool · 1 day

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Scared to Say It

Connor bedard x reader

Connor Bedard felt like he was on top of the world. At just 19 years old, he was a rising star in the NHL, playing for the Chicago Blackhawks. But as successful as he was on the ice, he couldn't help feeling a bit of envy that had nothing to do with hockey.

It was the night of a big game against the Toronto Maple Leafs, and Connor's team was trailing by a goal. He sat on the bench, helmet off, staring out at the sea of red and black jerseys in the stands. Somewhere out there was his best friend, Y/N, who had been a constant in his life for years. He'd known her since they were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood in North Vancouver. They'd done everything together: playing street hockey, biking, going to the beach. She was his rock, his confidante, his best friend. And he was in love with her.

The problem was, he didn't know how to tell her.

Connor glanced over at the Maple Leafs section, and that's when he saw it: Y/N wearing a Leafs jersey. Not just any jerseyâ€”it was Auston Matthews', one of the league's top players. A wave of jealousy surged through him, and he felt a tightness in his chest. Why was she wearing that jersey? Had she met Matthews? Did she like him?

"Hey, man, you okay?" asked his teammate, Lukas Reichel, who noticed his brooding expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Connor lied, trying to focus on the game. But his eyes kept drifting back to where he knew Y/N was sitting. The jealousy wouldn't go away. He was angry at himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't help it.

"Looks like someone got under your skin," said Taylor Raddysh, another teammate, who'd followed Connor's gaze. "Isn't that your friend over there?"

Connor nodded. "Yeah, that's Y/N," he said, feeling his stomach twist.

"Why's she wearing a Leafs jersey?" Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought she was a Blackhawks fan."

Connor shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she just likes Matthews," he said, trying to sound indifferent, but it came out as a grumble.

The other guys on the bench started to pick up on his mood. They'd seen Connor and Y/N together enough times to know there was something more than friendship between them, even if Connor couldn't admit it. Taylor gave him a nudge. "You should talk to her, man. Tell her how you feel."

"I can't," Connor said, shaking his head. "What if it ruins our friendship?"

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Dude, everyone can see you two are into each other. Just go for it. Life's too short to be scared."

Before Connor could respond, the coach called the team back to the ice. The game resumed, but Connor was distracted. His mind kept racing back to Y/N in that blue jersey. He knew he shouldn't care so much, but he couldn't help it. He was afraid of losing her, afraid of the change that might come if he confessed his feelings.

As the game went on, things didn't get much better for the Blackhawks. They fell behind by two goals, and the crowd grew restless. Connor felt the pressure mounting. He played hard, trying to focus on the game, but his heart wasn't in it.

During the intermission, the team returned to the locker room. The coach laid into them, demanding more effort and focus, but Connor barely heard him. He sat at his locker, his head down, feeling the weight of uncertainty.

Suddenly, the locker room door creaked open, and he looked up to see Y/N slipping inside. "Connor?" she said, her voice soft.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he asked, surprised to see her. The rest of the team had gone back out for warm-ups, so it was just the two of them.

"I wanted to check on you," she said, walking over to him. She held out a bundle of fabricâ€”a Blackhawks jersey. "I changed into this because I didn't want you to be upset. I know the Leafs jersey was a bad choice. It was a friend's joke, and I thought it would be funny, but I didn't realize you'd be so bothered by it."

Connor felt a surge of relief, but also a pang of guilt for feeling so jealous. He stood up, his heart racing. "It's okay," he said, taking the jersey from her. "I'm glad you came to see me."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his. "Is something wrong, Connor? You seem... different tonight."

He hesitated, feeling the words on the tip of his tongue. The moment felt right, and he knew he had to take the risk. "Y/N, Iâ€”"

"You're back on in five!" one of the coaches shouted, interrupting them.

Connor felt the urgency of the moment slipping away. He couldn't wait any longer. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to her. "Y/N, I need to tell you something," he said, his voice low and intense. "I like you. I mean, I really like you. More than just a friend. I've been too scared to say it, but I can't keep pretending."

Y/N's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed. "Connor, Iâ€”"

But before she could finish, Connor leaned in and kissed her. It was gentle and hesitant, yet filled with emotion. It felt like everything he'd been holding back finally broke free, and for a moment, the world faded away.

When they broke apart, Y/N's eyes sparkled with surprise and happiness. "Connor, I've liked you for a long time," she said, smiling. "I just didn't know if you felt the same."

Connor couldn't believe his ears. "You do? Why didn't you say something?"

"I was scared," she said, shrugging. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

Connor laughed, feeling a wave of relief. "Me too," he said, pulling her into a hug. "I guess we've both been scared for no reason."

Their embrace was interrupted by the coach's voice. "Bedard! Get back on the ice!"

Connor sighed and kissed Y/N's forehead. "I'll see you after the game, okay?"

"Good luck," she said, watching him as he left the locker room with a huge smile on his face.

The game turned around for the Blackhawks after that. Connor played with renewed energy, scoring two goals and leading his team to a thrilling comeback victory. As the final horn sounded and the crowd erupted in cheers, he skated over to where Y/N was sitting, wearing his jersey and cheering him on.

He pointed to her and grinned, his heart swelling with happiness. She blew him a kiss and waved, her excitement as palpable as the rest of the fans'. The game was a success, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally being honest about his feelings.

After the game, Connor and Y/N went back to his place, where they cuddled on the couch, watching a movie and enjoying the simple comfort of each other's company. It was a happy ending that felt like a new beginningâ€”a beginning where fear and uncertainty no longer stood in the way of their love

#nhl #nhl x reader #hockey #connor bedard x reader #connor x reader #chicago blackhawks #connor bedard

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curlycow01 · 2 days

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Quiet

Pairing: Matt Murdock X reader

Summary: Matt helps you when you're at your lowest

Warnings: Hints to depression, self-loathing

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Sometimes you'd have days where you go quiet, lock yourself in a room and just stay there, trapped in your thoughts. you wouldn't move for hours, just sit there on the floor, eyes emotionless as your thoughts suffocated you.

You heard the door opening. Matt, you thought. He doesn't deserve you. A pathetic person like you shouldn't be with a man like him, perfect in every way.

As soon as Matt stepped inside the apartment, he sensed that something was off. Your heart was beating at a slower pace and your breathing was shallow and irregular. He puts down his bag and cane and goes to your room. He knocks on the door. "Sweetheart?" "Are you alright?" When you didn't respond, he turned the knob of the door and enters.

The lights were switched off, and the only source of light was the sunlight seeping in through the windows. You were sitting on the floor, with your knees to your chest. Matt crouched down beside you. "what's going on?" he asked in a comforting tone. You didn't reply, the thoughts in your head were getting louder. He exhaled softly. You were having another depressive episode. It broke his heart, he hated when you suffered like this.

You add more stress to his life, he already has enough on his plate being Daredevil. The pessimistic voice in your head taunted. Matt gently took your hands in his calloused yet warm ones. "Hey......talk to me" He asks, in the same comforting tone. You took a deep breath before speaking. "I....uh..." He waited patiently for you to find the words.

You mumbled in a low voice "I'm not a.......good enough person for you......or a good person in general" Matt heard everything clearly, thanks to his enhanced sense of hearing. He rubbed the inside of your wrists. "Why do you think that?" Your gaze is on the floor. "I just add to your list of problems, and you already have a huge responsibility, being Daredevil and protecting the city-"

"No" He interrupted firmly. "Look at me" it was a request. He took off his red glasses. You gazed into his hazel eyes, never really meeting yours. "You're not a problem, not for me or anybody else." He gently put one of your hands over his heart, and you could feel the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart as he continued to speak in a low voice.

"You are kind and empathetic. You care for people and understand them in a deeper way, and I love that about you." He took a small pause. "You're the most important person in my life. And I would choose you over everything else, even Daredevil and Hell's Kitchen." His heartbeat didn't falter once. Matt truly meant everything he said.

He heard your heartbeat spike up as his words finally sunk in. "Really?" Your voice cracked. Tears clouded your vision. "You're alright" Matt whispered before leaning in and wrapping his arms around. You returned the embrace and hugged him back tightly, as if he'd disappear if you let go even for a second. You buried your face in his chest as silent tears streaked down your cheeks, wetting his suit.

"You're okay" He whispers "Don't think even for a second that you're worthless. You're not. You have no idea how much you mean to me." His voice slightly cracked. You pulled back slightly, eyes still glistening with tears. "And I'll say it every day till you believe it. Till you believe in yourself." You sniffled and gave him a small nod. The tears had taken your voice away. Matt gently pulled you into his lap and kissed your forehead as you closed your eyes, back pressed against his front.

Matt listened to your heartbeat slowing down as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. No matter how unworthy or unlovable you feel about yourself, he would always be there for you, the light during your darkest days, giving you all the love and support you deserve.

#daredevil #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #comfort

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