#i will crying over a fic only to get hit with a ‘i’d do anything for you hotdog’ and bust out laughing

[luveline]

hi jade!!!! hope you’re doing well❤️

i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but i just finished reading your aaron fic where reader flinches during an argument with him and i was wondering if i could request that with spencer!? that aaron one had me MELTIN

luv you so much! 🤍🤍

thank you lovely, and thank you for your request! cw implied past domestic or childhood violence

Spencer is taller than he realises, you’d suggest. He doesn’t understand that he can be intimidating because he’s spent years of his life intimidated, and thought harmless. 

“You’re not going,” he says, towering, so, so tall where he stands in front of you. 

Your hands are sweating, but you hold your ground. “Of course I am. I’ve been her consultant for the last three years, Spencer, any mistake she’s made is one she made from my advice.” 

Your frustration colours your words, tightens them, your throat burning as you try to explain it to him. All he’s hearing is the potential danger. His eyes are squinted with it, curls falling into his eyes. He’s too busy arguing with you to brush them away. 

“You can’t walk into an active war zone. Do you even know what that’s like? You’ve never been to these places, you can’t begin to understand the danger you’d be in if you went.” He tries to take your hand. You take a step away from him. “I don’t know why you’re being like this.” 

“Like what?” you ask, immediately doubly pissed off. 

“Refusing to see that what you want to do is impossible. You wouldn’t be any help to her, you’d only be in danger.” 

“I wouldn’t be any help?” 

“You know what I mean!” His voice bounces off the walls.

“I’m not sure I do, Spence,” you say, vitriolic as he again takes a step toward you, his open hand extended. “Why don’t you explain it to me.” 

“Y/N,” he says, stepping forward again. 

You step back, not wanting your back to a wall but not wanting to be closed in either while he’s so angry, you’re so angry, your heart is beating hard between your ears. “Seriously, tell me why I’d be so fucking useless.” 

“Angel–” Spencer’s hand leaps up toward your face. 

You flinch back hard, the back of your head clipping something marginally softer and your back forced under an alcove with a huge thwacking bang, an odd cry of distress pressed to your closed lips as you sink away from him. Spencer doesn’t feel like Spencer for that split second, he’s someone else trying to shut you up, and he’s close enough to do it. 

“Y/N,” he says, riddled with heartbreak, “Y/N, it’s fine. You’re safe. It’s just me.” 

You slide down the wall to the floor. Heart pounding. Blood rushing all over, and then suddenly stopped. 

“It’s just me,” he says again, softer now. “It’s just me.”

But it isn’t just him. There’s always going to be someone else cornering you, there’s always—

A slim-fingered hand cups your jaw. Spencer’s crouching in front of you now with remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to do anything to you.” 

“I know,” you try to say. It comes out as nothing but hot air. You clear your throat. “I know.” 

“It’s just you and me in here.” He rubs your chin with his thumb. “It’s always you and me, right?” 

You breathe out as tears well hot and heavy in your eyes, caught in all your lashes. “You put your hand up and I just thought– I felt like you were gonna hit me and I know you aren’t gonna hit me, I felt like you would.” 

“I was putting my hand up for the cabinet. I was trying to stop you from smacking your head on the cabinet,” he murmurs, his lips hardly parted. “I did. But I shouldn’t have closed you in.” 

He shows you his hand, the one he’d rested so carefully against your jaw and cheek. His knuckles are a sore red and the skin around them mottled —that had been the thwack. You’d knocked your head into his hand and he’d stopped you from getting hurt. He must’ve done it quickly, with no regard for himself. 

Spencer isn’t the kind of boy who’d hit you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble to yourself, dropping your chin to your chest. Tears press hot behind your eyes. It took a few beatings for you to start anticipating them, and a crueller violence after that for it to stay. To flinch at a familiar hand? “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for?” He couldn’t speak any softer. He’s on his knees in front of you, a picture of gentleness. The annoyance he’d spoken with only minutes before is nowhere to be seen. 

For flinching, and falling apart. “I didn’t mean to…” 

“Yeah, I know. It doesn’t even matter, right? I shouldn’t have gotten so mad, and I,” —he ducks his head to meet your eyes, his voice taking on a loving dulcetness— “know you don’t like yelling, I shouldn’t raise my voice. I’m the sorry one.”

You’re relieved he isn’t mad. You honestly don’t think Spencer would ever lay his hands on you, but it wasn’t thought that made you duck away from him, it was the pure fight or flight of a remembered trauma. The memory of a raised hand and the pain of a blow to your face.

“It’s not about the shouting,” you confess. 

He rubs your arm. “Angel, I know.”

You watch his fingers rub up and down your arm, the gentle tug of your skin with each pass. “Why do you call me that?” you ask quietly. 

“Would you prefer something else?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t know how you’d sound saying anything else.” 

“You’re sort of like an angel.” He sounds earnest and shy at once. “You know? You're pretty, and sweet when you aren’t mad at me, and–” He pauses at your soft laugh. “I really didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.” 

He brings both hands to your cheeks and wipes at the dampness of dissipated tears under your eyes with his thumbs. He holds your face without hurry nor roughness nor want to straighten you out; he doesn’t encourage you to lift your head, he only meets your eyes as you are, letting you decide what you want to do. 

“Thanks, Spencer,” you say. 

He leans in to kiss your cheek, his hair brushing your nose. You hold still, but you aren’t afraid.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[aluciahaz]

Omfggg ur writing is SO unbelievably good i love it sm 😭🙏🙏

I got kind of a prompt for a sub!vox x gn (maybe afab) reader ✨ Okay so what if, since we all know vox is OBVIOUSLY a bratty bottom, the reader fucks the brattiness out of him? And he goes from trying to be a dom, to resistant bottom, to bratty bottom, to just begging to come with all his life, maybe even crying cuz the reader won’t let him

TYSM!!!! im glad you think my writing’s good ❤️ALSO FINALLY A VOX REQ AGHH

i have like 50094949 drafts for like all of the other stuff in my inbox but i just have to write this vox fic first ok im self indulgent i apologize 😭

—vox x gn!reader

—includes : sub!vox, dom!reader, light bondage, edging

vox is so obvious.

he clearly has a thing for control. a need, a desire. it was practically his core personality trait. yet, he’s most certainly not made to wield it.

sure, he can try and sweet talk you, saying sultry things and bragging about his power in order to get you to feel below his level. but you know how frail that persona is. a single slip up, and it would all come crashing down into deafening static.

which, was almost impressively easy to do.

his claw-like fingers runs up your neck, one of them stopping at your cheek as he smirked. if he wasn’t careful, he could fuck up and draw blood. he was tip-toeing the small line here.

a small line that if he crossed, you’d switch up this silly little game immediately, taking the control of the show and making him the contestant.

live only for you.

but, you entertain his farce of dominance, a smile playing on your lips as you see what he has in store…if he had anything, that is.

“you’ve been waiting for me all day, haven’t you?” he asks, clearly rhetorical as he caresses your cheek gently, his voice steady as he speaks. he leads you down to the bed with teeth raking your neck as he crawls over you. there’s something fun about watching him try and fluster you, to get you to say the things he wants. but you were no people pleaser.

“perhaps. unfortunately i can’t say the same for you,” you respond, your smile forming into more of a smirk at the ends of your lips as your hands snake around his delicate waist, tightening around it like a corset.

you can already see the hesitation in his eyes, the brief moment of surprise at your sudden grasp. it was too easy to surprise this man. it’s a wonder he hasn’t exploded yet.

“what do you mean by that?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in both nervousness and curiosity, almost like he didn’t want to know. the fingers on your cheek seem to barely just get too rough as he looked at you.

“don’t act like i didn’t hear you in the office this morning, moaning my name like some prayer,” you mock, your knee slotting between his legs with ease. vox keels over at the sudden feeling, a sharp gasp getting punched out of his system with little effort.

“impatient.”

“what’s the big deal? am i not allowed to jerk off anymore?” he complains, bringing himself back up to his hand and knees over you as he glares with indignation.

“i told you to wait.”

“and i don’t remember needing to!” vox snarled, the grasp on your face tightening until you saw him pull it away, a droplet of blood adorning his finger.

simply unacceptable.

instantly, with a loud yelp of complaint and confusion, he hits the mattress with a thud, cursing in annoyance as he looks up at you. his face, once filled with irritation, shifted into one of almost astonished fear as he gazed upon your expression, cold and unforgiving.

“i’ll make you remember.”

his screen flickers before going back to normal, his face scrunched up in anger as he spat out his unwise words.

“i’d like to see you try.”

so, try you did.

his hands were cuffed with plush handcuffs to the bed-frame—you know he wouldn’t be able to handle real ones—and of course since he was never good with self-control, he had a cock ring on as a ‘treat’.

you’re delighted by how much of a fight he puts up though. considering how fragile his ego is, you were sure that he’d melt into your hands the moment you bound him to the bed.

“this is your plan?” vox rolled his eyes, watching you pour lubricant on your fingers with an unimpressed look. “not very impressive. you’ll need more—ngh! shit! give a guy some warning—!”

“beggars can’t be choosers.”

“i don’t fucking beg—!”

“you will.”

there was no mercy from that point forth. one finger after the other, shocks of electricity would course through his veins, mouth agape as your quick hand inside kept making him feel sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

“let me—cum! ass—zz—hole!” he shouted, tugging at the handcuffs to no avail. he wanted to touch himself so bad, yet you were adamant.

“if you ask nicely, maybe,” you tell him, circling your fingers before pressing deep onto that electric spot again, making him cry out in frustration and enjoyment.

all he could do was shoot you a disgusted look before yelling once more, kicking the blanket underneath him in exasperation. his anguish crackled through his veins like a current, trying to fight the urge to just submit.

but it was all too much. he was weak, even if he convinces all of hell that he’s not, he wouldn’t be able to fool you. the bucks of your fingers were replaced with the movement of your hips, making him wail for more.

an hour had passed, and his indignant claims of “i don’t feel anything!” or “you’ll never get me to beg!” shifted into more pleasant glitching screams of “don’t stop!” and “please, more!”

finally, he was using his manners.

“let me cum—ple—zz—se! i c-can’t—!” vox cried out as you quicken the pace, thrashing underneath you with his legs now wrapped around your waist, holding for dear life as you drive into him.

“i—hic—mm! ‘m s—zz—sorry! ‘msorry-AH! sorry!” his back curves off the bed as he squirms, crying in earnest now. tears fell his face with broken pixels blinking in and out underneath, his screen cutting at random points to an error warning from the overstimulation.

“pathetic,” you spit out, your hands digging into his hips as you practically manhandled the man, making him move once he lost all the energy to match your movements. “you listen to me. you do what i say, and you don’t talk back.”

you hear him shriek desperately as you grab his cock, red and weeping as you overwhelm him with pleasure, but never letting him over the edge.

“do you understand? you’re mine.”

you run your finger underneath his tip, and you see him glitch out into an expression you truly loved.

his screen was tear stained and his were graphics broken, yet it was clear enough to see the hypnotizing hearts that pulsated in his eyes as he yelled in defeat, small whimpers leaving his ruined throat as he babbled on and on.

“yours! your—yours! ngh—! please! pl—let me cum! plea—zz—oh, FUCK!”

his whole body trembles from need like electricity burned his skin. his legs fall from your waist, too weak to hold them around you anymore, yet you catch them, pushing the underside of his thighs until he was folded in half.

“cum for me then.”

instantly, vox does as you say as you slip the cock ring off of him, his wails loud enough to shake the room as he finds his release. his screen completely blanks out for a second as a shock flitters around his wrists, frying the cuffs and making them break into two before slumping back down to the bed.

you can’t even scold him for letting his powers go rampant before he pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you as he sniffles into your ear.

“thank you—hic—thank…thank…”

this big baby. you sigh, rubbing your hands on his sides gently as you kiss his cheek. “yeah, yeah. just remember this the next time you think about acting out, okay?” you said quietly, feeling him nod into your shoulder as he starts to slowly relax.

but as per usual, he apparently forgets what you taught him in the next week.

fortunately, you’re a patient teacher. and you’ll remind him again and again about the lessons he foolishly dismisses.

sorry that this is shit 💀 i tried my best but the writing juices arent flowing this week😭 hopefully this weekend i wont have writer’s block and will blast through all yall’s reqs!! trust me, im working on them <3

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen @mvskedxrtist

#hazbin hotel #dom reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel dom reader #sub hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #bottom vox #sub vox

[pixiesfz]

I know it’s not the normal thing you write so if you don’t want to then that’s fine! But I’d love a platonic lionesses fic (or just Lucy if you’d prefer) when r is the youngest player on the team and they’re all a bit overprotective of her

love this idea of a young teen lioness!!

plot: y/n's partner breaks up with y/n right before camp

warning: them pronouns are used for partner, and crying, I'm not sure what you should call a warning (also if anyone thinks they wouldn't cry like a bitch when they get broken up with is like wrong)

You stared at your phone as your tears dropped down on the text message that now clouded your brain.

You were sixteen you shouldn't expect your first relationship to be your one and only.

But you loved them.

You read the message again.

'It's really not working y/n'

'I think it's best if we break up'

'I can't deal with this anymore'

You wiped away the tears on your face. Long distance was hard and you were leaving every now and then for your soccer career, you thought they would supported you and they did at first.

Then you stopped ringing each other every night, you were sometimes late to their messages because of training and you even saw on your other friends stories of them at parties talking to other girls.

You tried to convince yourself it wasn't going to happen.

But now it has.

The doorbell went off causing you to jump and drop your phone on the floor "fuck, shit fuck" you grunted out as it hit your foot.

You remembered that Ella and Alessia had decided to pick you up to drive you to camp that day.

You quickly wiped the tears off your face and took a deep breath as the doorbell rang again and Ella's voice could be heard.

"Y/N! for god sakes are you deaf!"

It almost brought a smile to your face before you grabbed your suitcase and walked out of your room and to the front door and opened it.

Alessia was about to ring the doorbell again until you opened the door. "Finally" Ella yelled as you looked down and played with your air pod case.

"I uhm- yeah sorry I was on a call with mum" you said with a soft voice as you were already walking towards the car trying not to make eye contact with any of the girls who thankfully didn't think anything of it.

You were quiet the whole ride which weirded the two girls out usually, you would be talking their ears off and you would all sing along to some Disney song.

Even when you had arrived you quickly hurried off with a quick 'thanks' and went to get changed.

"Somethings off" Alessia said once you were out of earshot "no shit sherlock" Ella replied before they ushered over to Lucy and Keira who had also just arrived.

"Why's the little one running?" Lucy asked as she watched you with furrowed brows "somethings up she didn't talk the entire ride" Alessia explained and Keira's mouth dropped "your kidding" she said and then looked at the doors you had just walked through with worry.

You were in the rooms tying up your shoes when Leah and Beth walked in "hey chicken" Beth smiled and you nodded "Hey Beth" you relied softly, still with your head between your legs.

Leah looked at you weirdly before they walked through the rooms again and collected everyone to start training.

You weren't doing well, even when you first walked onto the pitch you looked into the empty stands where you once ran up to see your ex and hug them after a game-winning goal.

You opted to tell someone but you shook it off, you were just sixteen relationships aren't important and they definitely wouldn't care about it much.

But the more you battled your brain about it the more you kept on stuffing up weather it was a dribble, a tackle or a shot at goal.

It was Mary who noticed first "y/n you good?" she asked as you missed another shot "yeah" you replied as you fought away the tears that tried to slip out just by the goalkeeper asking about your feelings.

She nodded before looking at Leah who shot her brows at her.

You kept on trying to kick some goals and missing or taking easy shots and Mary caught them with ease. You knew what was wrong but you didn't think it would impact your playing skills.

It frustrated you and all the girls were sharing looks about your 'skills'.

When training finished you stayed on the pitch and watched as they all went in, leaving you alone.

You grabbed a ball harshly from the sideline and took it to the penalty line and kicked it.

miss.

kicked it again,

miss.

then again,

post.

You were growing so frustrated as tears now ran down your cheeks and you swore loudly at yourself. You walked up to the ball one more time to grab it but your hand stopped once you reached it as you thought about the texts once more this morning and you let out a choked sob.

You hadn't given yourself time to really cry yet and now it finally caught up to you.

You didn't know that some of the team hadn't left yet as they were worried about you but watched from the top.

"She was funny before training" Alessia explained to Leah who had her hands crossed whilst she watched you try and kick penalties "She didn't look at me at all when I said hi" Beth piped up and Leah tilted her head "She never misses" she muttered.

Lucy noticed the frustration growing on your face "Do you think something happened at home?" she wondered quietly before the girls looked back at her and took it in.

You weren't aware of their eyes on you as you dropped to the floor with the ball and kicked it as hard as you could near the goals which hit the net.

"fuck off" you cried out with your annoyance at the accidental goal and you rolled up your long sleeve to your palms and put them to your face which you cried into.

It wasn't anyone's fault it didn't work out, you tried to tell yourself but you didn't believe it.

You left to pursue soccer, you left them behind.

They were your first love and you're the reason they left.

You were too focused on your own thoughts to hear Lucy running over to you and you were too tired to pry away her arms which were picking you up.

"y/n/n" she said as she turned you around but you found yourself hugging the older girl in comfort. Keira came in next her heart dropping at the sight of you hugging Lucy in tears.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Lucy asked softly as she looked down at you, you sniffed and looked up "they broke up with me this morning" you said and watched Lucy's reaction.

She breathed in before hugging you tighter "it's going to be fine y/n, you'll get through this" she said before Keira beckoned the other girls to come over "we will help you get through this" she said before nodding her head at the girls which were now on the pitch walking towards you.

You let go of Lucy to look at the Lionesses who where worried about you.

"I'm sorry I was shit today at training" you apologized to Leah who scoffed "Oh shut up we only care about if you're okay" she told you and hugged you as well.

"I do have one question though" Lucy said from behind you "what?" you asked

"Can I find them and beat them up?"

"Lucy!" Keira said and smacked her arm which you laughed at.

"Thanks, guys," you said with a smile that wasn't fake, you couldn't believe you lucked out with a team like this.

#lucy bronze x reader #lauren james #leah williamson #england lionesses #katie mccabe #lucy bronze #woso #woso community #woso soccer #woso x reader #caitlin foord #alanna kennedy #matildas #matildas x reader #sam kerr #kyra cooney cross #mary fowler #mary earps #beth mead #alessia russo x reader #ella toone #keira walsh

[ashlynredonovitch]

Hello! I love your work! Wondering if I could request a Wonka fic where y/n is having a panic attack and willy finds her and helps her through it! then noodle comes in and they all have a lil family moment ^_^ (willy and y/n are platonic!)

Hi anon! thank you so much for the request! Sorry they have now taken a while longer to get out. My whole family was hit with the flu, including me, and I'm not able to write much because I just keep getting headaches. Hope you like the story!

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, slight mention of a possible ED if you squint, malnourishment

Hope you enjoy!! :)

Panic

I just finished folding more of the laundry after it finally dried, thankfully finished after the long day of doing laundry with the wash crew. We had taken so long that Scrubitt and Bleacher hadn’t let us eat for an extra hour and a half, and since we still hadn’t gotten it done, I took the rest of the load so the others could go eat. Noodle would bring me my dinner later anyway if I didn’t eat. 

It was my fault anyway, I just was going slow today. I was on barrel duty for the majority of the day, and if the first step of the laundry is slow….the rest of it is slow as well. So I automatically felt bad that I was the reason for withholding everyone’s dinner. 

Scrubitt hadn’t let me eat though, so I would just have to wait for Noodle to bring me my food in a couple hours when she could sneak it in. I was craving something though. It gets worse if I’m thrown in the coop because then you don’t get anything at all. At least I’ll have a chance tonight. If only Willy was here. Him and Noodle are getting more milk for his chocolates while they had a chance to escape before roll call. 

I knew the panic was building up, but it just felt like I could ignore it. The feeling in my stomach from how hungry I was felt like a gnawing pain, I couldn’t even focus as I just collapsed in the corner of my small room. My mind a a million thoughts, but I probably couldn’t even try to name one, all of my focus was on the half-tempting smell of the food my fellow workers were consuming. 

I hate crying, I hate it. The feeling in my chest as it gets tighter and tighter to the point I can’t breathe, I hate the feeling of uncontrollable tears that can’t stop. For some reason though, I can’t, there are no tears. Just painful attempts at a breath. 

“She’s in there. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’m worried,” I hear Piper say as I heard two sets of footsteps down the narrow hallway, oh, it couldn’t be. I’d be too lucky. 

A light knock was on my door, but I couldn’t even begin to try to lift my head up. 

“Y/n?” The voice questioned through my door, before gently opening it. It was apparently my lucky day. “Hey what’s going on?”

“I- I can’t-” I started before my own breathing stopped me. It felt like I was being choked. 

Willy looked concerned as he examined every inch of my face, or what I could tell from where my head was on my knees. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. Noodle, go grab a towel!” He hollered as I could see that he tried to reach out to put his hand on my shoulder. 

Apparently once he felt my trembling shoulders he decided I wasn’t well, even without me answering. As Noodle ran in with a towel, Willy instructed her to put water on it. “You’re trembling terribly, here take this.” He offered me his plum-colored tailcoat as he put it over my shoulders, as I stayed curled up in the ball. 

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper out as he tried to loop his arms under me to help me stand. 

“Of course, you know I’d do anything to help you, y/n.” He says earnestly as he guides me over to my small bed. “Here, get under the covers.”

He instructed Noodle to do something else gets that I couldn’t hear. Which I soon would understand as Noodle rushed in with the extra blanket from Willy’s own bed, as he laid it across me. It finally felt like my chest wasn’t being weighted down with a boulder, the comfort of my friend greatly easing my mind. However….

“Y/n, have you eaten anything today?” Noodle hurriedly asked when she stopped. That’s when Willy looked frantically over at me as well, as he sat on my bed. 

“No, I made everyone fall behind earlier, so Scrubitt wouldn’t let me eat.” I say as the tears started to slow, hopefully the last of the bunch as Willy slowly massaged my scalp with his hand. 

“I’m gonna go fix that, I’ll be right back.” She said as she skidded across the floor. 

Not before I let out a quiet “don’t get thrown in the chicken coop” causing the man behind me to let out a quiet laugh. 

“I was really scared when Piper said you isolated yourself in here.” Willy told me, as I tried to look up at him from where I was laying. 

“Sorry,” I told him nonchalantly, I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. 

“Don’t you dare apologize, you were having a panic attack, I just got worried. How about after you get some actual food in you, I’ll make your favorite chocolate to cheer you up?” He asked as he continued to rub my head. 

I smiled as I felt the other muscles in my body relaxed, “that sounds really nice.”

“You’re safe now, y/n, Noodle is going to get you dinner, and then we’ll find some funny combination for tonight’s chocolate.” He smiled at me as I listened to him talk, nodding my head at his eagerness. Never had someone been able to help me through an attack that quickly. Even though it had felt like hours, Willy just had a certain charm about him that made it easy to relax. At least now I know someone is there to help me should the need arise again.

#fanfic #willy wonka #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #noodle wonka #wonka x reader #willy wonka x reader

[locketsvault]

「 AYATO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS 」

pairing: ayato kirishima x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, human reader, relationship headcanons and scenarios, sfw relationship headcanons, nsfw relationship headcanons

warnings: angst warning for our emo boy, canon gore, nsfw content in the second half of this post, it will be marked so you can skip if uncomfortable! aged up ayato when I get to nsfw content. sexual words used in the nsfw part. not proof read.

request: hii! if it’s not too much could you write something with ayato (tokyo ghoul)? nsfw or sfw, up to you! I’m dying for ayato content ahaha ;; thank youu! (original request found here.)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I said this in the original request post but I’ll say it here too. I’m very rusty with the plot of tokyo ghoul so forgive me if he’s ooc! I’m also anime only since I’ve been having a hard time reading the manga, though I do know what happens in the manga vs the anime. (If anyone wants me to write a proper fic on how you guys met just ask, I’d honestly love to).

// how the relationship started ⌇˚.༄

⮑ The first time you two met you were walking home from school and got attacked by a rogue ghoul. This ghoul was hunting in a no hunt zone, and you just to happened to be his prey. Ayato was surveying the area when he heard you scream and smelled human blood. Knowing who’s hunting ground it was and that it was probably the rogue ghoul he went over to see what was going on. He was surprised to see that you were fighting back, despite being hold down by the ghouls kagune and seriously injured. You actually managed to injure the ghoul too.

⮑ He took care of the ghoul trying to kill you. While half conscious you heard him mock the guy for hunting in an area with a high count of aogiri members, before tearing his head off. Right after he did you passed out from blood loss. Usually Ayato would’ve killed you or just left you to bleed out, but something about you refusing to give up struck a cord with him. So he sneakily dropped you off at the emergency room and left.

⮑ Next time you guys meet is months later, you recovered fully from the attack, only having scars to show your survival. You were sitting at a coffee shop as the sun set, as a familiar blue haired boy walked inside. At first he didn’t recognize you, and after feeling your gaze on him for a while he turns to yell at you. But suddenly the memories hit him, and he notices that your look is anything but malicious. He decided to bite back his tongue.

⮑ You two would constantly run into each other at that coffee shop. You always have him a genuine smile or silent greeting as he walked by. He found you very peculiar, how you weren’t afraid of him even though he knew damn well you knew he was a ghoul. You didn’t seem uncomfortable around his friends too, and he could tell you knew they were ghouls too.

⮑ You approached him first, having memorized his order. You gave him his coffee one of the times he came in, and thanked him for saving your life. He ofc made a negative quip about how he could care less if you died or not, but you didn’t seem to care. You intrigued him even more. So he told himself he’d give you some of his time. He’d always come to hang out with you, and without realizing it he started falling for you. He hated it.

⮑ He started pushing you away and ignoring you. He stopped showing up to the coffee shop, but he couldn’t help but watch you from afar to make sure you’re safe. One night though you get attacked again when he’s patrolling. And he absolutely loses it. He tears the other ghoul to pieces like a feral animal. He almost hurts you when you walk over to try to comfort him, he’s that crazy.

⮑ He genuinely expected you to be horrified or find him disgusting. Instead you start crying and cup his bloody cheek. His kagune is fully out, his ghoul eyes bright and burning into you, his hair absolutely disheveled. Yet you didn’t seem to care. After you cupped his cheek he could feel his heart pounding, and he slowly started to calm down.

⮑ He let his head fall into your neck as you proceed to hug him, telling him it’s okay over and over. He buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent. He was surprised when he realized the desire he felt over your scent was something quite different than he was used to. He unconsciously started nipping at your neck and scenting you, hoping to protect you as tears streamed down his face.

⮑ That night you two finally come clean about your feelings. And he, reluctantly after lots of reassurance, decides he wants to try being in a relationship with you.

// sfw relationship headcanons ⌇˚.༄

⮑ At the start of your relationship he was very distant and awkward. He wasn’t used to affection and had never been in a committed relationship before.

⮑ He has a habit of stalking you, but not because he doesn’t trust you, he’s just that scared of losing you. You ofc know he does this and you let him, he’s your little protector.

⮑ In front of everyone else he’s an absolute brat, he misbehaves left and right and is very dangerous and powerful. But with you he’s an absolute puppy. Just one touch and he folds.

⮑ You’re the reason he’s able to keep it together as much as he does. You’re always there for him no matter what. Your arms are always open waiting for him when he comes home.

⮑ Speaking of home you two secretly live together once you move out of your parents house. He keeps your relationship as much of a secret as possible. But you don’t mind.

⮑ He panicked the first time you saw him eat leftovers at home. Knowing he eats humans is one thing, seeing it is another. He was scared you’d be uncomfortable or say something inappropriate. So he puffed up like a porcupine ready to defend himself. Instead, you reassured him it was okay. Surprisingly you sat down with him and started eating as well.

⮑ Now though if he eats he will sit next to you nonchalantly and sometimes rest his head in your shoulder as he does. You make him feel that safe.

⮑ He confides in you about his familial issues and all about his big sister. You do your best to help him talk better with Touka, it’s not easy though.

⮑ He’s actually very affectionate when he opens up. He loves hugging and holding you, along with giving you kisses. He tends to greet you with forehead kisses, it’s nice. :>

⮑ He’s pretty good with keeping you up to date on what’s going on in the ghoul world, and you help him with navigating the world as a human.

⮑ You balance each other very well.

// nsfw relationship headcanons ⌇˚.༄

⮑ Ghoul smut, yippee.

⮑ I think we can all agree on the ghouls and pheromones and instincts and stuff like that. I’ve actually read a bunch of stuff on ghouls on this app but it’s been months and I can’t remember so forgive me.

⮑ He’s very very verryyyy possessive. Even from the start.

⮑ He won’t act on it though, he’s not ready and doesn’t want to scare you off. But boy does he get the urge all the time.

⮑ Blood kink. He loves to taste you on his lips. Biting kink too. He will leave marks, and they’ll almost always be enough to draw blood. With consent ofc.

⮑ He actually almost lost control over himself the first time you two made out.

⮑ I should probably mention you turn him on fast. Your smile, your scent, your body language. All of it gets under his skin.

⮑ Your first sexual encounter with Ayato was in an alleyway actually. It was night time, he was walking you to your shared apartment. Somehow, you ended up pressed against the wall, holding onto your boyfriend as his fingers worked magic on you. You desperately tried to stay silent since you were in public but you struggled. Even if he had little to no prior experience he’s naturally talented and knows exactly how you work.

⮑ Your first intercourse was actually kind of sweet. It was when you first moved into your apartment, your building had rooftop access. So you two camped out on the roof to watch the stars. It started off with hand holding and innocent kisses, yet somehow he ended up between your legs pounding into you.

⮑ He prefers doing the work and being dominant when it comes to sexual activity. But sometimes he will let you on top. He can’t resist the sight of you riding him.

⮑ He’s very touchy, his hands are always all over you. No matter the position you can feel his hand sliding up your inner thighs or sides.

⮑ The first time you asked him to fuck you as a ghoul he was hesitant, worried you’d be scared. He was shocked instead when you came hard the first time. He will usually let his eyes show, but sometimes he will let out his kagune too upon request.

⮑ Ayato is average length and thick, and he knows how to use it. He loves his cock, I’m sorry but he does. He loves when you try to stroke him off, or when you get down on your knees for him instead. But most of all he loves the look on your face when he makes you cum with it.

⮑ Ghouls have extra strength so he has to be careful with you, there are definitely some times where he’s accidentally hurt you while learning your limits.

⮑ He doesn’t use protection. He knows you’re both clean, and if you’re afab since you’re human he honestly believes he can’t knock you up. That being said though, he loves breeding you.

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I would love to see pregnant!reader x Azriel fic where she gets kidnapped and Az goes crazy cause not only are they mates, but she’s also very close to being due, and I love angst, i love worried but caring Az, and I love happy endings. 🤍🤍

Azriel Shadowsinger x Reader: His World

I’m letting you decide if it’s a boy or girl and the name because I couldn’t decide😩.

Baby Gender = Y/B/G

Your Baby’s Name= Y/B/N

It’s kinda lengthy, I got really invested 😂

Beware there is some torture-ish stuff. If you get triggered please DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Last thing, I just wanna say, I have no idea where I was going with this plot, I am so sorry if it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t even go with what’s going in the books 🤷🏽‍♀️

My requests ARE OPEN!!!!!!

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Most of the entire inner circle had stationed themselves downstairs in the living space of the Town House. Rhys and Azriel were nowhere to be seen. Everyone had cringed in discomfort as they heard your vicious scream tear through your throat from upstairs. Mor shook her head as she paced the room. “ They should be back by now” she practically whispers but everyone hears her.

Feyre sighed, rubbing her forehead “ I tried to reach through the bond, but it’s quiet. Azriel has no idea she’s giving birth”

“ One of us needs to go up there and check up on her.” Cassian says.

Amren stood up from the couch, “I’ll do it, she’s been there for me more times than I’d like to admit “ She leaves the living space quickly rushing up the steps. She opens the door only to find you standing at the edge of the bed, one hand gripped onto the comforter, the other hand gripping your stomach. Your hair was pulled back but sweat rolled down the side of your face. You cried as you pushed like Madja had told you to do. You shook your head. “ I can’t, I can’t-“ You were trying to catch your breath.

“ You must Y/N!” Madja encourages you. You shook your head as you wailed. “ You have too”

“ Y/N” Amren rushes towards you. “ What are you doing?!”

Your head shook again “ No, No please I don’t want you to see me like this. Please just get me Azriel, bring my husband to me.” You sobbed. Amren's heart broke into a million pieces while swelling with joy and sadness. You were suffering but you were also bringing a beautiful soul into this world. Amren not one for sentiments, but this moved her in ways that she normally never considered, and still might not. But to each their own, she passed no judgment but she understood you wanted your love with you.

“ I’ll do what I can Y/N” she says as she exits the room, Mor stood at the bottom of the stairs hands fidgety.

“ Anything?”

“ She wants Azriel” Everyone sighs and groans.

“ Feyre you need to try the bond again” Cassian says as he crosses his arms. “ Either that or we get Elain to look forward into the future”

“ That won’t be necessary, I’ll try again” Feyre stood up looking around for a piece of paper to write on. In the midst of her search the home rattled as two figures appeared in the room. Rhys and Azriel trying to catch their breath, their clothes ripped, skin cut and bruised. Feyre rushed to Rhys’s side, but Azriel’s eyes scanned the room and you were nowhere to be found. Everyone rushed to their sides, with an instant the bond that was quiet during his time on the prison island was loud and clear. You scream echoed through the home again, Madja tried to shout over it urging you to keep pushing.

Azriel’s eyes widened his gaze snapping towards everyone “ Y/N?- she’s-“ His voice rasps. Your crying and sounds of moans through your gritted teeth as you pushed were heard through the bond and from upstairs. “Y/N?!” Azriel takes off running for the room, his head boots hitting the floor. There you were hunched over Madja trying to help the baby. Your eyes shut closed, your hair starting to fall into your face. “ Push Y/N Push! I can see the baby’s head!”

The weight of your body and attempting to further push out your child was beginning to weigh down on you, your legs were beginning to buckle you gripped onto the bed until your knuckles started hurting, the material starting to rip. Azriel’s heavy boots pounded against the ground until he got to you. He slid his hand over yours, his other hand wrapping around the one that held your stomach. He stood behind you and off to the side. Warmth comforts your body, and your mind, it seeps around you and practically through you. You lean into him, “ Az-” You turned to look up at him noticing all the cuts in bruises.

“You asshole“ You winced “I told you not to lehhheaavvee-aaaahhh fuck!” You screamed as you felt Madja reach for the baby’s head and shoulders. Azriel couldn’t focus on your words, as he was amazed and awestruck. He couldn’t have been more in love with you right now at this moment. He knew you would be mad at him but right now he didn’t care, he was here with you, with your child who happened to be making its way home.

“Forget about that--I’m here now-“ Azriel shook his head, kissing your head and shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours, you at this point gripped his hand with all your might. His other hand did the same with yours as you held onto your belly. Your body sinking further towards the ground, at that point Azriel held most of your weight.

“-You gotta keep pushing, I know you’re tired. ” He tells you softly, the baby was half way out of your body, from what Azriel could see. An indescribable feeling bubbles in his chest so many words, and phrases but nothing could truly convey what it was.

You shake your head “ We are-so not- having another- Kiiiihhhhdddddd-” Your body moves to squat as you push your words cutting offer as your breath completely leaves your lungs.

Azriel smiles “ That’s it! One more push, just one more. I can see the babies legs” you nodded hearing his words Madja sharing the same smile. You gritted your teeth hissing out in pain as you pushed one more time. Your eyes widened, you let out a breath of relief, when the baby exited your body. Your tears slowing down, a tired smile graces your lips. Madja stood up with the baby in her arms, a servant rushing over to give her a towel to wrap the baby in. Azriel who’d still held you in his arms, tears filled his own eyes as he caught a look at his new world. The sweet melodic sound of a baby’s crying filling the room letting you both know the baby was there.

You hummed at the reassuring sound, Azriel switched his gaze instantly, his heart leaping out of his chest, your body had given out in exhaustion. He quickly threw your arm around his neck, grabbing both of your legs carrying you bridal style back to your shared bed. “I wanna hold our baby, Az” You sniffle.

“ I know” He whispers as he leans down, capturing your lips with his for a quick kiss, a much needed kiss. He pulls back an inch or too resting his forehead against yours. “ The baby Az” You giggled tiredly letting him know you wanted them.

“ Your baby Y/B/G needs a name” Madja says as she walks towards you both with the baby in her arms. By this point Azriel made the effort to sit directly behind you, your back to his chest, so he could hold the baby and you in his arms. The two of you stared down at your beautiful baby, cooing at it, talking about the features they shared between the two of you. By the time the two of you decided a name for the baby, the entire inner circle rested in your bedroom, they couldn’t wait anymore, they wanted to see their new addition to the family. It was sweet really. A moment the two of you kept sacred and cherished.

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It was dark, the moon's light shining above the frozen ground. It's been six months since you’d given birth, and here you were running with your child in your arms. Your breath could be seen floating in the air as you ran. Your boots crunching through the snow. Your baby wrapped in thick clothing, their wings shielded hidden from sight and the cold. You were trying to get to the cabin, the only cabin that you knew would be safe. It was the only place you could escape to, the one that only privileged people could get through. Someone would get your child back to Azriel wherever he was at the moment. Either that or he’d find them here…

You were nearing the home as the tiny cabin began to grow in size the closer you got, “ Come on, come on come on,” you say through gritted teeth will your legs go faster. You barely make it to the front entrance of the door, the creature behind you swiping at your legs. You fell to the floor, the baby still in your arms. You landed on your knees, you didn’t waste a second quickly scrambling back up. You were lucky that your baby wasn’t really fussy or easily startled, rather they were quiet, instead an amused smile could be seen. You knew then the baby would take after Azriel and maybe some of their uncle’s tendencies too. Tears filled your eyes, you grabbed the basket that was once used for flower picking. Placing your child inside of it. As if in slow motion the creature behind you roared, you gave one final push to the basket past the threshold into the safety of the home. Brief whine of relief leaves your lips, the smile slipping from your baby's face a little scream sounds off as you are yanked back into the white snowy abyss…

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Azriel lands down into the ground hard before taking off into a sprint. He practically smashes through the front door “ Y/N???! Y/B/N???!!” He stops about halfway into the living space; Mor holds his baby who cried profusely as Feyre attempts to soothe the little one with warm milk. His brothers and Amren search the entire cabin. Rhys however walked out of one room rushing to his brother's aide placing his hands on his shoulders. Azriel’s chest was tight and his heart ached, tears filled his eyes. He forces them away, he’s a spymaster, he has the ability to command shadows and darkness. He took on various opponents, ranging from different statuses. Yet he still managed to get his wife, his mate, kidnapped. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding the both of you, you had only barely given birth six months ago.

“ I need to find her” He growled, the wailing babe still calling out for their mother and father. But Azriel was distracted. Mor tried to rock the baby, the milk was no help, Feyre tried to find another blanket to wrap the baby in.

“ I know, and when we do we make them wish they hadn’t taken her.” Rhys responded as clenches his jaw.

Cassian moved towards his brothers, his nose flared, “Whoever took her will pay for it.” He growls.

Amren stepped towards the group, “ Do either one of you have a plan? Hmm? “

“ We don’t even know who took her” Feyre says as she stood with Mor, still the baby wailed, nothing could get them to settle down. Azriel couldn’t neglect his duties any longer swiftly walking to Mor. He gently took the baby in his arms holding them, the way you would, he leaned towards his baby’s head placing a small kiss. It’s beautiful big eyes that resembled yours, stared up at him, a sad smile graced their features. The wailing had come to a stop, instead little sniffles were heard. Azriel’s heart, though already broken and panicked, yielded a deeper pain, a pain for his child who witnessed the kidnapping of their mother.

Everyone had remained quiet watching the moment unfold and it was then that Azriel cried for the first time in front of everyone. He was good about hiding his pain, but not after he met you, not after he fell in love with you, not when the bond snapped in place, not even when he watched you birth the other half of his world. All those times you saw every emotion, every thought, all of it. At one point the group moved to grasp Azriel in a hug, and it did nothing for him. He only wanted your touch and your love. He wanted to be held by you. Azriel moved out of the way searching the home himself with his restless child in his arms. He couldn’t wallow in his feelings if he was going to find you. He needed to be the spymaster now, the Shadow singer. It was then did he call for his shadows to search other areas. Of course as they approached, they caressed the baby's face before disappearing. The baby in between shut their eyes, falling asleep finally. Everyone at that could relax just a little bit easier.

Azriel knew that you would’ve brought the baby here for this exact reason, that they all would come here. You trusted that by doing this, he would find you. The question was who took you. Azriel stepped into his room looking for anything that you might’ve left in there but you didn’t. A shadow reappeared dancing along his shoulder sneaking back towards the sleeping babe. His eyes followed the movement, the shadow quickly slipped through the blankets of the babe pulling out a note. Azriels eyes widened. How could he have missed that. He took the note, unfolding it. Ianthe. His breath caught in his throat, anger bubbling up the surface, the note in his hand crumbling the paper. He stormed back to the living space quickly handing Mor the baby. Rhys and Cassian stand up straighter.

“You know where she is” Rhys says.

“ Ianthe has her, the only place that could remotely bring her refuge is Hybren campsite. But I highly doubt it, the travel is distant, and winnowing can only get you so far before you become exhausted” Azriel replied.

“ You think she’s somewhere close by then?” Rhys suggests

“ She has to be”

“ So what are we waiting for? Let’s go get her!” Cassian retorts, his fists clenching into a fist ready to fight for his family.

“ We can’t until we know her exact location, I can’t feel her through the bond, we need to track her” Azriel moves forwards towards the door, grabbing the things he needed amongst that he ordered at least two or three of his shadows to remain with the baby. He was bringing you home.

Rhys looked at the group before deciding who stayed and went “ Amren stay here with Mor, Feyre I need you to come with us, you’re the only other person who might be able to save her” Amren gave a curt nod, Feyre moved next to her husband quickly, as the little group takes off and into the cold sky.

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You were thrown into the hard ground of a temple you’d never seen before. Your hands attempted to catch your fall before you were yanked back up by a soldier. You were breathing quickly and you struggled against the hold. Ianthe shook her head. “ I used to come here to pray, to find peace and solace. Now it’s ruined and destroyed, taken from me.” Ianthe clasps her hands together.

“ What does that have to do with me?” you say through gritted teeth, trying to wiggle out of the soldier's hold again his grip on you tightened.

“ I’m so happy you asked, boys, would you do me the honor and bring her up to the altar” She’s smiles, though to anyone else it looks sweet and meaningful, but in between you could see the malice behind it. You tried to fight off the soldiers as they dragged you up towards the altar, a slab of stone placed in the center. Another soldier had reached for the chains that were placed on the edges.

“ No-No-No!” You shook your head doing everything you could to get out of there to go back home, to your family, to your loved ones. But it was too late, two soldiers grabbed your legs and arms lifting you up, and placed you on the cold stone. Each soldier took your wrists and ankles, chaining them down.

“I am so delighted to tell you the reason you are here. You see, you are a sacrifice, you’re a librarian no? You know what is to come of these next few events. We will take all of Prythian and to do that I need my priestesses to be fully powered and well” She tells you as she takes steps closer to the Altar.

“ That has nothing to do with me!” You yelled. One of the soldiers back handed you and another socked you in the lower stomach. You yepped in pain, everything was still tender from when you’d given birth.

“ Oh but it does. You gave birth to an Illyrian baby, you are a lesser fae whose kind has never done such a thing. How you were capable of holding his child is beyond me. Which makes you my most unique sacrifice. You’ve read the sacred texts, books, poems, you know this is a rare occurrence.”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about” You spit in her face.

Ianthe moved out of the way, the same malicious smile on her features“ Hmm but you do, you know as well as I do, that lesser fae can bring life force back into this temple. Your kind is known for its sacrifices, and we thank you for it-“She sighs happily as she takes a step back. “ -You may proceed with the preparations. I must retrieve my book, Sister, I need you to perform a blessings” As she walked away, her heels clicked against the concrete floor, another silent priestess walked in her place. She gave a simple nod to the soldiers, hands placed on your shoulders pinning you further into the stone. Your head was pushed to the side exposing the side of your neck. A hand pressed smashed your face into the stone. Your body shook, as you kicked your legs and yanked at the chains around your wrist. Another soldier walked in, a hot branding iron made its way towards you, to mark you.

“ Please don’t do this, I have a family” You begged, as the silent priestess sang her prayer. All you could think about was your family, your mind drifting to each person. You could see all of their smiles, you could hear their laughter echo in your mind. Your mind tracked back to sweet tender moments you shared with each person. But one you found yourself replaying was Azriel. You thought back to the moment you met him, you thought back to the time your baby was born. Your baby. Oh your baby, your little world- The soldier moved closer you could feel the heat of the branding iron making your skin rise. The hot burning metal pierced your skin. Your flesh burned, white hot pain shot through your whole body. You screamed at the pain, tears slipped down your cheek, your voice becoming raw. The symbols of various shapes of the moon branded into your skin.

The priestess continued her melody of prayer, the soldiers removed their hands and iron, Your wrists and ankles still chained. The sound of grinding gears and rotating drums echoed in the room. The slab of stone shook, shuddered and vibrated as it began to lower. You turned your head looking around you, water started to fill the slab you laid on. Your- Azriel’s tunic that you wore is becoming wet. The water is ice cold, you start to hyperventilate, to the point you could even think or speak. You didn’t get the opportunity to scream again for help as the water completely submerged you, you couldn’t focus, your oxygen was running low, you were starting to choke. You fought at least a few more times for air but you could feel yourself slipping, you were trying to hang on but you couldn’t. You could see shadows flying above you, maybe Azriel was sending you comfort, you weren’t sure, maybe you were imagining it, maybe this was it… peace…

A loud boom could be heard, the door to the temple blown to bits, voices boomed across the space, soldiers yelled and the priestess sang louder. Your eyes fluttering, you were close..The shadows above panicked as they scurried from one end to another. Swords and knives clashed. One flew past the water that swallows you whole. It hit the priestess who must’ve fallen onto the floor from the wound. More sounds emitted around you, death, death had come for you, this was not how you planned to die, but maybe this was the wish of Mother.

Azriel ran to the stone altar jumping into the water “Y/N?!” He called out to you. As he landed in the water, he could see your eyes had closed, you looked as though you were merely sleeping. Half of your neck is marked in those moon symbols. “ Fuck, Y/N?!! Cass?! Rhys?! I need one of you to help me get these chains off of her!” He kneels down into the water pulling on the chains. Cassian and Rhys run to the other side working on your ankles. Once you were free Azriel lifted up your body carrying you bridal style out of the water. He dropped down to the floor with you in his arms. His one free hand caressed the side of your face, tears painted his cheeks with stains. How could anyone do this to you, you deserved none of this. “ Y/N come back to me please” He whispers to you.

Your body limp and cold, Cassian had to look away from you, this memory would haunt him forever. His heart and soul shattered, and for someone who had seen so much death, this was one he wished he’d never witness. Azriel shook you, talking to you, trying to wake you up. He hadn’t thought to ask Feyre and Rhys. But the two were skeptical, they weren’t even sure they could bring you back. Azriel turned to his brothers and his high lady.

“ Do something!” He yelled. “ Anything please! Bring her back to me! I can’t live without her!”

Rhys frowned deeply, his heart aches for his brother, he walked over placing a hand on his shoulder. Feyre had turned away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wasn’t ready to give up either just like Azriel, but she wasn’t sure if she could bring you back. Rhys knew it was too late for you to be saved. Azriel looked away from his brother and down towards you. His sobs ripped through his heart, mind and soul, as he lowered his head towards you. His forehead touched yours as he cried, a raspy scream left his lips and throat. Feyre and Cassian both moved toward each other, tears falling down their own faces. Rhys bowed his head, his silent tears dropping to the floor.

An unusual occurrence had taken place, Azriel’s shadows swarmed around you and Azriel both. Rhys took a step back, Cassian and Feyre grasped onto one another. Your eyes opened as you sucked in a breath of air choking on the water that was still in your lungs and you turned to the side spitting out the water. Azriel moved his head away from you, giving you a moment to breathe, couldn’t believe his own eyes. You looked around the room, your eyes finding Feyre, Rhys, Cassian, and then Azriel. The bond that was once quiet is now loud again. Azriel smiled, his glistening tears free falling once more. His hand gripped the tunic of his you wore. Your hand grabbing onto his forearm, he leans downward, his forehead touching yours.

“ Az-Azriel-“ You whispered breathlessly. He nods his head. “ My-My he-hero” you shivered from the cold.

“ Don’t-don’t you ever leave me” He tells you as his hand slides upwards to cup the back of your neck and intertwine in some of your hair.

“ I won’t” you whispered softly, he leaned down capturing your lips with his for a brief moment or two, the kiss sweet and languid.

“ We need to go Az” Rhys says, interrupting you both. Azriel sighs, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He removes his hands, one rested against your back while the other went under your legs, he carried just like he had when you gave birth. He walked out of the temple with you in his arms, taking off into the sky…

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When you arrived home everyone rushed to your side, Azriel refused to let you walk but you didn’t care. You forced your way out his hold, but his arm stayed wrapped around your middle holding onto you. You greeted everyone and told them you were okay. The mark imprinted on your skin permanently told you that you were a survivor, you didn’t want Madja to take that away. Azriel didn’t agree with that idea much, but it’s what you wanted.

You eyes searched the room for your baby, who to your surprise Amren held closely. Tears filled the brims of her eyes but as stubborn as she was, she never let them fall. Amren walked towards you placing the little babe in your arms. The babe had woke up from its slumber, a sweet smile spread across its face. Silent tears rolled down your face, as you leaned down to kiss your baby’s cheeks and nose. A giggle sounded off causing the group to grin from ear to ear. Everyone huddled close together wrapping their arms around you. That night everyone stayed in the cabin. Too worried about what might happen if they left. As cassian said “better with numbers”.

Azriel had walked you to the bedroom, helping you clean yourself up. You wanted to lay down with your baby and your mate. He respected that wish, it was the same wish he had. He laid down on his side, you tucked into his chest, the babe laid front of you both. You wrapped your arms around the baby, and Azriel wrapped his arms around you.

“ I love you” He whispers into your ear.

“ I love you too” You replied, you could feel Azriel tug you impossibly closer to him. That night he slept with both eyes open. Never again will he underestimate his enemies, and never again will he leave you and your baby defenseless. You, both were his world after all.

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literally any bursona you would like x reader.

smutshot based off dress by taylor swift?:o

“Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off”

Superstarbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure smut omg, Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, praising, degrading, begging (if you squint), riding, choking (but not really), unprotected sex, this is just so unholy and I’m not sorry

EXCELLENT TASTE IN MUSIC, ☁️ ANON. EXCELLENT. (saw the other ask lmao ik it’s you). This song is insanely queer coded to me lol. Reputation will always be my top album (in case anyone’s curious, my top three are Reputation, 1989, and Fearless) and Dress is just. Mwah. Chef’s kiss.

Fic below cut!

Wilbur’s eyes lock with mine from across the crowded room, making heat rush between my thighs.

“You two have the sweetest friendship,” sighs my friend, sipping wistfully on her cup. “I’d never be able to stay just friends with someone like him.”

I give her what I hope is a cheerful smile. “It’s easy. He’s just my best friend. I’ve never thought of him as anything more.”

Liar.

My friend keeps talking, but my gaze keeps drifting back across the room, admiring Wilbur for the nth time that night. He glances up, making sure nobody’s watching us before giving me a wink, pulling out his phone.

Wilbur: i need you.

Wilbur: make an excuse.

Wilbur: i’ve been dreaming about what i want to do to you all night.

I give my friend an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but I’ve got work in the morning. Wilbur’s about to take me home.”

At least the second part of that isn’t a lie.

Right on cue, Wilbur walks up, making my stomach tighten, placing a protective hand on my lower back.

“Sorry to steal her away,” he jokes, face cheerful, but his hand sliding down and cupping my ass tells me everything I need to know.

The second we make it outside, Wilbur’s got me roughly shoved against the wall, kissing me so hard I gasp. His hand slips up my thigh, rubbing circles in my drenched panties.

“Do you have any idea,” he pants. “What you do to me?”

“I think I have a general idea,” I reply. “It’s pressing into my leg.”

“I’m going to take you home and do the unholiest of things to that gorgeous, gorgeous body of yours, ok, princess?” Wilbur coos, and I frantically nod. “Good girl.”

We barely make it into his bedroom before he tosses me into the middle of the bed, running his hands over my body through the thigh fabric of my dress.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” I murmur against his parted lips as I unbutton his shirt.

“Knowing how wet I make you from across a room when everyone thinks we’re just friends is almost pathetic,” Wilbur replies silkily, fumbling with his belt buckle. “You love that, don’t you, you little slut?”

I groan at the sight of his bare chest. “God, yes.”

He tugs my dress off over my head with one hand and yanks my thong off with the other. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you all naked and spread out in the sheets for me.”

Wilbur leans down, burying his face between my thighs and licking up the wetness pooling between them. “Oh my goodness,” he murmurs into the soft skin. “I could drown in this pretty pussy.”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on his curls. “Please, Wilbur.”

He snickers. “Please what, baby? You know I can’t do what you want if you don’t use your words for me.”

“Please…” I gasp. “Please fuck me.”

Wilbur smiles, pulling back to tug his pants and boxers off. “There you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

God, he’ll be the death of me.

“Saddle up, love.”

We groan in unison as I sink down onto his cock, Wilbur’s hands grasping my hips and pulling me down. We start to move together and my head goes fuzzy from pleasure, swirling my hips as I take every inch he gives me.

“Bounce for me,” he groans, letting out a long, low, moan as I do exactly as he asks. “Good girl.”

This angle is hitting exactly where I need it too, and when Wilbur reaches around to rub my clit in time with my movements, I know I’m an absolute goner.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, legs shaking as the waves of pleasure washes over me. “Fuck, right there.”

Laughing, Wilbur grabs one of my nipples, twisting it between his fingers until I cry out. “So close already, huh?” He says teasingly. “Pathetic little thing, falling apart on my cock.”

I scream out his name as I tip over the edge, shuddering from overstimulation as he keeps thrusting into me.

“You can give me one more?” Wilbur says, and I nod. “That’s my girl. Lay down for me.”

Shakily, I climb off him, whining as he tosses my legs over his shoulders and dives back in.

He’s pounding into me fast and hard, every whine and groan music to my ears. One hand is snuggly around my throat, the other playing with my tits and only adding to the pleasure.

“You’re absolutely soaked, love,” teases Wilbur, nibbling and sucking at a spot on my neck I know will be visible tomorrow. “Does it really feel that good?”

I frantically nod. “Feels so good,” I manage to whine out, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. “Fuck.”

“Gonna cum with me, baby?” Wilbur asks, thrusts growing sloppy as he wills himself to keep going for me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God, yes,”

My second climax hits me like a train, lasting so long I practically see stars floating in my vision. Just as I start to come down from the high, Wilbur cries out my name, pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.

“Hang on,” he whispers gently, kissing my forehead before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing a towel. “Thought I should be prepared this time.”

I laugh wearily, letting him clean both of us up a little.

“So much for you being my best friend,” I murmur sleepily. “God, you’re so good in bed.”

Wilbur leans down and softly plants a kiss on my lips. “I’ve never slept with someone who makes me feel like you do.” He tugs me against his chest, curled as the little spoon, gently kissing the deep purple mark he left just minutes earlier. “Stay with me tonight?”

“Always.”

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #superstarbur #princessfics #taylor swift #dress taylor swift #bursona #bursona smut #mcyt smut #wilbur mcyt #☁️ anon

[ariiluvsyou]

scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

|♡| Red Handed |♡|

Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism,  Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend. 

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt.  You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked. 

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace. 

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze,  before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth. 

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits. 

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside. 

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had. 

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you. 

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass. 

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you. 

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk. 

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could.  Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick. 

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling. 

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good. 

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow. 

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages. 

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile. 

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock. 

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door. 

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open. 

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero. 

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat. 

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

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[saibug1022]

Walls of Regret

Word Count: 2.2k

Tyril Starfury x Asterin Nightbloom (MC), Mal Volari x Asterin Nightbloom (MC), subtle hints of Tyril x Mal

A/N: We are SO back baby. You can entirely blame @secret-fungi for all of this pain. I've been talking a lot about Blades and what I've been wanting from it, but PB as NOT been delivering, so here we are. And I've got another fic planned where MC absolutely loses it so stay tuned 👀

Asterin let out a grunt as his back hit the ground, but he quickly rolled to the side as he heard the telltale whistle of an arrow being fired. Sure enough, when he glanced back there was a dark arrow embedded in the ground where his head had just been. This was getting really annoying really fast.

Asterin and his friend had followed the Watcher’s instructions, closing rift after rift, jumping into and out of the Shadow Realm over and over. Until they made the jump again, right into the old palace of the Dreadlord only to find an army of warriors from the Ash Empire waiting for them, led by none other than Valax herself. 

Even the sight of her made shivers race down Asterin’s spine and his breath catch in his chest. Every instinct he had kept telling him to run, to hide. Better, to open a portal and get far far away from her, from the Shadow Realm, from everything. But he couldn’t. He still had a job to do. So he ignored the archers and leaped back into the fray, engaging Valax with Mal and Tyril while Imtura, Nia, and Aerin held back her men as best they could.

“I don’t suppose you could do your realm thing so we can get out of here?” Mal asked as he appeared next to Asterin, sounding out of breath.

“I’d love to but I’m a little busy trying to not die,” Asterin replied. “I have to concentrate but if I stop moving for two seconds I’ll- TYRIL DOWN!”

Thank the Old Gods, the Light, whoever, that Tyril fell to the ground without hesitation and a jagged burst of black magic sailed right over his head and hit the wall instead, shattering a doorway. Mal cursed and tried to rush to Tyril’s side, Asterin right behind him, but a wall of black, ice-like crystals erupted out of the ground, blocking their way. 

“Tyril?” Valax smirked as she advanced on Tyril who was still getting to his feet. Asterin let out a cry of rage and banged his staff against the wall of ice blocking them from getting to the elf, like that was going to break it.

“How do we get through this?!” Mal exclaimed. 

“I don’t know!” Asterin cried. He looked around, trying to find Nia or even Aerin to get their help, only to realize too late that Valax had led them far away from the army and down into the depths of the fortress. His eyes danced from place to place as he tried to find something that could help them get to Tyril, only for them to fall on a familiar table with dried blood and rough straps. His blood ran cold.

No.

Not here.

She brought them here.

“The famous Tyril.” Valax’s face was part smirk and part sneer. Tyril lifted his sword but Valax didn’t advance any farther. She stopped just out of reach of Tyril’s blade. She hardly looked threatened. She didn’t even spare the sword a glance, her eyes staring straight into Tyril’s. “Brave, honorable, strong Tyril Starfury. Am I right?”

“You know nothing about me,” Tyril snarled.

“I know everything about you,” Valax disagreed. “However, I have to say I’m disappointed. So far you are nowhere near the great warrior Asterin made you out to be.” 

Asterin felt like he’d been punched in the gut. From the look on his face, Tyril was feeling something similar. He looked to Asterin as Asterin resumed trying to force his way through the shards. Nothing was working it didn’t even make a dent, but logic wasn’t commanding him. The only thing moving his limbs was anger and fear. Dread flowed through his veins and ice coated his bones. She had to be lying. She had to! Asterin remembered his conversation with her, he didn’t tell her anything about anyone! But how else could she know?

“I didn’t tell you anything!” Asterin swore.

“He truly loves you,” Valax told Tyril. “I could tell in the way he screamed for you.”

Screamed?

“You’re lying,” Tyril shook his head, but his voice broke ever so slightly. “You’re lying! He was unconscious up until his escape. I won’t fall for your games.”

“Did you really think I’d keep him unconscious the entire time?” Valax scoffed. “He couldn’t answer my questions while asleep. Not that he was too keen on answering them anyway. But when he was sobbing, shaking, the pain driving him nearly insane, he’d cry out for you. Screaming, pleading for you to help him. He’d mutter in the dark of his cell about a promise you made, how he wasn’t going to give up on you, and how he knew you’d save him.”

It was as if her words physically struck him, forcing Tyril to stumble back. His hands were shaking around his sword in a way Asterin had never seen. But the look in Tyril’s eyes was one he’d seen before when they’d found the petrified form of Kaya in the catacombs of Undermount. He looked destroyed, ashamed, like his very spirit had been broken. 

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Asterin shouted. But as Valax finally turned to face him, turning her back to Tyril, Tyril didn’t even move. He just took heaving breaths as he stared wide-eyed at the stone floor. It was like he didn’t even know what was happening. “You’re lying! Tyril, don’t listen to her!”

“This other one…” Valax looked to Mal next. “Is this Mal then?”

Asterin instinctively moved in between Valax and Mal, as if he could physically protect Mal from the venom in her words. But with Tyril practically incapacitated and the wall of ice, there was nothing he could do to stop her from speaking. 

“Looks like I’m right,” Valax raised an eyebrow. “This is the thief? The one you searched the shadows for? The one you hoped was behind every sound? The one that had you looking up wide-eyed and hopeful every time you heard footsteps?”

“Kit, tell me she’s making this up,” Mal said. His voice could barely even qualify as a whisper but it was pleading. Asterin could tell how badly he wanted the princess to be wrong. It was written in every tense muscle of his body and the tightness of his voice in a language only Asterin knew how to read.

“She is,” Asterin swore. “I was unconscious the whole time. She’s, she’s just trying to freak you out.”

But even as he said it the words had the bitterness of a lie. He was telling the truth, yet he still hid the new scars he couldn’t explain, even from Mal and Tyril. He could still feel that phantom instinct begging him to run while he could. He still braced himself for something every time Valax spoke or looked his way. It was as though his body remembered something his mind didn’t.

“He swore you’d get him out,” Valax chuckled darkly. “No matter how many times I promised no human thief could break into this fortress, he still never gave up on you. No matter what we put him through, he’d look me in the eyes, tears still streaming down his face, and tell me I’d regret this when Mal and Tyril got here. He really believed in you…though, with how long he was here and what he had to do to escape, I take it you gave up on him?”

“SHUT UP!” Asterin roared.

He swung his staff again but there was something more behind it. All the rage, fear, desperation, and pain that had been controlling him came together at once. It rose to the surface and exploded as the staff collided with the ice. There was a noise like thunder and the wall shattered, sending ice shards flying and releasing a shockwave that threw back everyone except Asterin. Asterin stalked forward, grip so tight on his staff that his hands shook from the tension. 

He slammed the staff down, aiming for Valax’s face, but she wasn’t as dazed as she appeared. She kicked his ankle, throwing him off balance and making him miss his swing. She danced out of the way and on instinct Asterin raised his staff, just managing to block a blow to his back.

“You really don’t remember do you?” Valax said as Asterin whipped around. “Interesting.”

Asterin had been ready for an attack from her sword, but instead, she thrust out her hand and grabbed his forehead faster than he could process the movement.

All at once images and sounds began to flood his mind. They flashed across his mind’s eye faster than he could absorb them yet they all lodged perfectly into place in his memory. He remembered every bruise and every drop of blood taken from him, he remembered the source of every scar, every cold night and dark day. He remembered Valax’s face staring down at him impassively as she made him feel pain he couldn’t even fathom, all to try and understand something Asterin himself didn’t even know. 

Valax removed her hand and Asterin collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. His legs just completely gave out beneath him. His head felt like it was on fire and his lungs were trying to collapse. Worst of all was the memories of pain lingering on every nerve. It was all he’d known for a year and now it was all he could understand. 

Distantly he saw flashes of light and heard metal on metal like someone was in a fight but his mind was too fuzzy to try and understand until he felt a hand on his face. He lurched backwards and away, trying to escape whatever pain was coming even though he’d never been able to before.

“Asterin?” 

“C’mon Rin, it’s us, you’re okay.”

Asterin lowered the arms they’d been using to shield their head and blinked a few times to try and force their sight to focus. Mal and Tyril. The two men were crouched in front of him, bleeding but alive. Tyril looked like someone had ripped his heart out and Mal’s hands were raised in a gesture of peace. They came? They really came they found hi-...no. No, they didn’t.

He remembered. How he’d fled from the fortress and narrowly escaped the Shadow Realm. How he’d found them strewn throughout Morella. How they’d all given up. He remembered forgiving them and understanding. But now he also remembered the pain. He remembered everything Valax had said. How he’d screamed and pleaded and begged and prayed and no one came. How they’d left him.

They must have realized he saw them now because Mal reached for him but Asterin looked away and forced himself to his feet with the help of the wall behind him. 

“Where did she go?” Asterin asked.

“Not sure, she disappeared in black flames,” Mal answered hesitantly, eyes still searching Asterin for something. 

“Asterin are you alright?” Tyril finally said. “What did she do to you?”

“She showed me everything,” Asterin answered, a bite to his voice he didn’t plan but that he didn’t regret either. “I wasn’t unconscious like I thought. Everything she said was true. Everything.”

“Asterin-” Tyril tried to reach for him, to do what Asterin wasn’t sure, but Asterin pushed his hands away. He wanted nothing more than to hide from everything in their arms, to go back to not knowing what happened and chase that feeling of safety. But that feeling of safety was gone. It was eroded by pain like the cliffs along a shore. No matter how he reached for it all Asterin could find was something hollow and cold, like he’d brought that cell with him.

“Asterin? Mal? Tyril?” Nia’s voice echoed through the corridors and Asterin shoved his way past them.

“Kit, wait, let us-” Mal spoke only for Asterin to whip around with a look on his face that shocked the thief into silence.

“Let you what? Apologize?” Asterin scoffed. “She was right! You gave up on me! I was able to forgive you before because it was like you said Mal, I just slept through it right?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Mal objected.

“It doesn’t matter how you meant it!” Asterin snapped. “I believed in you. Both of you! I was there to lift you up and help you through everything and you just left me here! Now that I know what that meant…”

Asterin had to take a deep breath and force his tears back as the memories washed over him again, burning across his skin as if he were still on that Light-forsaken table.

“You both made promises,” Asterin said. “And neither of you kept any of them. But none of that matters right now. Feelings and hurt aside we still have a job to do. I have a rift to close and a portal to open, and then we have a quest to get back to.”

“And when the quest is over?” Tyril asked quietly, eyes shining in the torchlight.

“...I don’t know.”

#choices #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas 2 #choices bolas #pixelberry #choices book club #tyril starfury #mal volari #tyril x mc #mal x mc

[t-lostinworlds]

omg some hurt comfort with any of the five characters (it’s your choice) and " hey... you've been crying. " i’d eat it up i tell ya

A/N: okay, so i went with bucky bc ngl i'm currently fawning over him right now. so this is the first ever bucky fic i've posted so pls be nice sksksk. also, another love confession made it into this one sksk. hope you like it @annab-nana !! <3

bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | wc: 2k…blurb she said | best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, canon typical trauma of being a hero™️ | prompt in bold!

The early hours in the compound's gym had always brought some sort of peace. It was empty and quiet, undisturbed.

Although it was a false sense of quietness if it came in the form of raw knuckles hitting worn-down leather, the faint song of crickets, the chains rattling on the ceiling, and the deep harsh breaths that accompanied each jab and left hook, a kick and a blowing right hand, another punch that had your already split skin stinging at the impact.

Because inside your head was anything but peaceful.

With narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, you twisted on your heel and swung behind you, only for your fist to be caught midair.

You knew it was a conscious decision on his part, always careful and wary about his own superhuman strength, doubled down around you. But still, you were thankful enough that Bucky blocked your punch with his calloused and warm palm. Because if it were cold and silver, you would've fractured your entire hand.

If the punching bag hadn't done that already.

"I told you not to sneak up on me," you stated lowly, chest heaving.

"I didn't." Bucky raised a brow. "I called your name twice."

You didn't hear him. Too distracted by your rage and guilt paired with the audibly loud abuse you'd inflicted on the punching bag.

Bucky looked at your fist, still enclosed in his much larger hand and frowned.

"Where are your gloves?"

"Didn't feel like wearing any." You shrugged, pulling your hand away and shaking it off nonchalantly as if your knuckles weren't already swollen.

Bucky glanced to where your blood had colored his skin.

You turned towards the bag, flexing your fingers to get back into it only for a whole mass of muscles and super soldier serum to block your way.

"That's enough," he said firmly, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

With clenched fists and a sharp glare, you gritted, "Nobody tells me what to do, Barnes."

"You're hurting yourself."

"I don't fucking care."

"I do."

That crumbled your resolve a little—only a little, since anger and grief were still boiling rampant in your veins.

"Out of my way. James."

"No."

"Fine!" you growled, pushing at his chest, frustration misplaced. "Fight me then!"

Bucky's tall stature remained unfazed, eyes carefully roaming your features before they softened.

"Hey…" he whispered, fingertips akin to feathers as he caressed your glistening cheeks. The lines were too carefully drawn for them to be sweat. "You've been crying."

You didn't know if it was his touch, his voice, his cerulean eyes, staring at you with such softness and care or everything all at once. But it drained the adrenaline out of your body, taking with it your heart as it fell on the floor.

Your exhaustion came in a sweeping wave as your lips trembled, your body slumping forward, falling into Bucky's already open arms.

He pulled you into his chest with a sigh, "Come on. Let's take care of those hands before they get infected."

•••

The silence that hung between you and Bucky as he cleaned your wounds wasn't deafening, but it also wasn't comfortable.

You didn't know how much of it he knew, the reason for the gnawing guilt that made sleep evade you like the plague. 

"Steve won't tell me what happened on the mission, and I'm not going to force you to talk if you don't want to," he said as if he read your mind. After wrapping both your hands with the bandage, he carefully held it in his, a barely there squeeze as he tried to meet your eyes. "But I'm here, doll."

Like a dam that gave way to too much pressure, too many cracks in the foundation, you broke.

Bucky sighed as he scooped you into his arms, your legs draped over his thighs as means to keep you closer, shielded, safe.

You gripped the fabric of his shirt, tight fists resting on his back as you buried your face into his neck, tears staining his skin.

He gently rocked you as a means of comfort, hands rubbing circles on your back, one warm, one cold as he pressed his lips against your temple. But he didn't say anything. He simply waited, already knowing that you'd talk to him when you were ready.

It made it so much easier to do so, knowing that he was always all ears during moments you needed him to be.

"T-There's a little girl…during the rescue mission," you whispered, voice shaky, though with the kiss on your forehead, you knew he heard. "She's ten, got separated from her parents during the commotion and–she's very chatty, feisty, said she could take out the bad guys once she gets big enough but she never let go of my hand as we made our way back to the Helicarrier," you chuckled softly, smile falling as buried your face further into his chest.

Bucky wrapped one arm around your shoulder, the other on your waist, holding you close with a reassuring squeeze.

"Then t–there was an explosion and I—" you choked back a sob. "We got separated and when I found her again she was just gaining consciousness b–but then the concrete behind her started to collapse and I-I ran to her as fast as I could—God I just wanted to grab her so it wouldn't fall on her. I didn't care if it ended up being me but I just…" You lifted your head to look at Bucky with teary eyes, voice broken, bottom lip trembling. "I wasn't fast enough."

He frowned, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing away as much of your tears as he could.

You shook your head with a choked sob, eyes squeezing shut. "H-Her scream, Buck…I-I can't get it out of my head.

"Steve had to come and h-help lift the debris and I just—I just watched. N-Now, she's in a coma and the doctors said s-she might not walk again or-or wake up and it's all my fault."

"Hey, no, it's not, doll," Bucky protested determinedly. "You did what you could."

"But it wasn't enough," you sniffled, gaze falling on your lap in shame. "I-I felt so helpless w-watching her get carried on a stretcher. It felt like whatever I do, it will never be enough because if I couldn't save her then…how can I save anyone else?"

"You've done more than enough," Bucky argued vehemently. "You've saved a lot of people's lives and not just civilians. You've saved lives at the expense of your own. That bullet you took for Nat when she was down and defenseless, the way you dragged Sam out of the enemy fire even though you've rendered yourself vulnerable.

"I mean, think about what you've done for me alone. The sleep you've lost just to be there for me when things get rough, the patience and care you have for me, just— " Bucky took a breath. "Think about all the things you've done for a man who frankly doesn't deserve any of it."

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. "You do, Buck, I—"

"My point is," he hummed, holding your face in his hands, the deep blue of his irises coated with sincerity. "You've saved me in more ways than I could ever imagine, Y/N, not just out there on the field, but by being there for me too. I can't thank you enough for it.

"And when that little girl wakes up, she's going to be forever grateful that you saved her life. Because you did, despite everything else, you did save her."

"B-But what if it happens again?" you whispered worriedly. "And t-this time, it would be worse."

"There's this kid from Brooklyn, smart but a pain in my ass sometimes, a bit patriotic, self-sacrificial, and who I trust and care about. I think you know him," Bucky said, tapping your nose, making your lips quirk slightly with the softest chuckle. He smiled proudly at that. "Kid said something about this job, and how we try to save as many people as we can. But, we can't always save everybody—"

"And if we can't find a way to live with it, maybe nobody gets saved," you finished, smiling sadly. "I heard that speech, too."

Bucky nodded. "You make such a huge difference in the field that when you're not out there, people are going to notice. You bring the best out of the team, doll. You bring the best out of me," he paused, taking your hands in his. "But, there's also nothing wrong with being on the bench for a little while. Because I think it's also time for you to be selfish for once, put yourself first."

"I just—I don't think I can trust myself again. I'm not a hero, Buck, not after what happened," you admitted, voice dejected as that barbed-wired guilt curled around your heart. "I mean, hell, I don't have superpowers. If I had, s-she would've been fine."

"So, there's also this girl," Bucky started, thumb caressing your cheek, smile soft as he held your gaze, "who's definitely one of the bravest people I know, smart and a smartass, kind, sweet, selfless. She cares so deeply for other people that sometimes, she forgets to care for herself. And she has impeccable taste in music and tv shows." He winked before his face softened. "She told me, our past mistakes don't define who we are, but what we do about it, does. And she's right, she always is. I should listen to her more often."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head at him throwing your own words back at you.

"But then she'd argue how it wasn't even my mistake to begin with, that it was HYDRA, it wasn't my fault. She's so stubborn about it, willing to fight who thinks otherwise, hell, she'd even fight me on it sometimes and I…" he took a breath, gaze never leaving yours as he said, "I love her for it."

"Bucky…" you whispered, eyes glossing but for a different reason this time.

"I thought after…everything, I wouldn't be able to feel those emotions again, too messed up, too broken. I mean, how could I when I barely even like myself? But you changed that, Y/N. Not only did you make me believe I can love again, but you also made me want to learn to give myself that kindness, too," he said, lips curved into that precious smile only you got the pleasure of seeing. "If you don't think that's some kind of superpower on its own, then how about the way you care so much for other people? It inspires the team—it inspires me to do the best I can to save everyone. You don't need some kind of superhuman strength or magical abilities to be an important member of the team because you're the heart of it. And that's powerful enough."

"I think I made you watch too many romcoms," you chuckled tearily, pressing your forehead against his, heart warm and aching as you looked at the man who'd stolen your heart without much effort involved.

It was just easy with Bucky.

He laughed, "Maybe. But it's a good manual on how to get the girl. My manual is a little bit outdated nowadays," he joked, nudging the tip of his nose with yours, a nervous glint in his eyes. "I'm not sure if it's working yet, though."

You tilted your head with a giggle and pressed your lips on his. You felt his whole body relax, a sigh tickling your cheek as he cupped the nape of your neck, head tilting to pull you that much closer. Coolness wrapped around your waist, one that was welcomed—needed, even, as you snaked your arms around his broad shoulders.

It was careful yet sweet, simple but laced with all the emotions your words could never justify—gratitude, longing, adoration, love.

"You've always had me, Bucky," you whispered once you pulled away.

There was a shyness in his eyes, tongue darting out as if to savor the taste of your lips for one more moment, as he asked, so softly, "Can you…can you say it?"

"I love you," you said without hesitation, fingers tracing his jaw. "All of you."

Bucky responded by pulling you back in for another kiss, one that assured you that, even though this job wasn't easy, you both would be alright.

As long as you have each other to lean on.

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[luveline]

roan and eddie fic , eddie has a dream that he never met reader & he just feels so miserable cuz he cannot imagine life without her

🤍🤍🤍

“Daddy, wake up.” 

Eddie groans. “Five more minutes.” 

“No, wake up, we’ve got school!”

“I don’t go to school, little miss,” he protests, forcing his eyes open as he sits up.

His bedroom feels empty. After a few moments, he realised it isn’t his bedroom, or it is, but it’s the wrong one. “What?” he mumbles. 

“Daddy,” Roan says again, climbing onto his high bed with a grunt. Her hair is wild, a dark cloud around her head. “We are so late.” 

“Where’s Y/N?” 

She frowns. “What?” 

“Where’s mom, baby? Did she already leave?” 

“Did you hit your head?” she asks, giggling, a nervousness threading through it. 

“What?” he asks. But he’s looking around, and he’s thinking about it, and you’re not here. “Who am I talking about?” 

“I don’t know,” Roan says, shrugging. She crawls across the blankets and plonks herself down in his lap. Eddie kisses her hair, and she’s perfect, but he can’t help feeling like something is very wrong. 

“This is a weird dream,” Roan says. 

Eddie wakes up hard. Disorientated by the sudden change in position, the lack of baby in his lap, he flinches and yanks on his own hair trying to sit. He can remember the dream for a few seconds, the knowing you weren’t there and the posters on his bedroom wall, but then looks around at the walls of his current bedroom and starts to forget. Dreams are so fleeting. The details slough off and leave behind a single feeling of loneliness. 

“You okay?” 

He rubs his eyes, fingertips pressed deep into soft material. “Think I just had a bad dream.” 

“What happened?” 

You’re croaking. He must’ve woken you shifting the mattress. The alarm clock blinks an upsetting 4:23AM, casting a weak red light onto your arm. Eddie grabs you without thinking about it beforehand, his fingers too tight on your elbow. 

Your jaw goes soft as you lean down to kiss his hand. “Eddie?” 

He feels like crying. Startled by his own emotion, he takes his hand back and climbs out of bed. 

“Eddie, sweetheart,” you say. You sound upset, but Eddie can’t deal with crying in front of you again, it hasn’t even been two weeks since he cried over Roan getting her Student of the Week award. She looked so small on the stage. 

Eddie attempts to flush the strange feeling away with two handfuls of cold water at the bathroom sink. He can hear you getting out of bed, your socked feet on the hallway floor, the creaky door as you slide into the bathroom. You wrap your arms around him from behind without saying anything, too in love to bother asking, your face pressed hard to his naked shoulder. “What’s going on?” you ask, “You’re being weird, baby.” 

He tries to hug you backwards. “Sorry.” 

“I think I’m gonna fall over, it’s so early.” 

“Sorry,” he says again, turning and dragging you into his arms. 

“Your hands are still wet, you freak.” 

“Sorry.” He kisses your forehead, feels your arms and your back and remembers that you’re real. 

“Stop saying sorry, since when do I care? You could go swimming in Lover’s Lake during peak hook up season and I’d still want a hug.” 

“That’s disgusting,” he mumbles. 

“Exactly, that’s how much I'm in love with you, Munson.” 

“You know when you’re a Munson, you’ll have to think of something else to call me,” he says. 

It’s the kind of quiet only night time holds, and it’s still so dark. The only light is the orange sunshine night light glowing in the hall to make sure Roan’s not too scared to use the bathroom at night, and it doesn’t do much, but Eddie can see your skin, your hair, the hill of your shoulder and the slope down to your elbow. 

“You can start calling me Munson,” you say. 

“Yeah? Taste of your own medicine?” 

“When did you take your shirt off?” 

“You were sleeping. You’re too warm to cuddle lately, but I still wanted to cuddle,” he mumbles. 

“Cuddle…” 

He yanks you up into his arms. Eddie’s not macho or anything but he can lift you into a hug for a good three seconds, just long enough to kiss you and tuck his nose into the space below your ear. “Stop making fun of me,” he says. 

“I’m not… Well, I am, but it’s not ‘cos I don’t love you. Can we go back to bed now?” 

“You want me to carry you?” he asks, and he means it, he’s gonna treat you like the princess you deserve to feel like from now on. 

“No… last time we tried that we woke Ro and she was grumpy all day,” you say, taking his hand. “Come on, honey, I’m gonna give you a massage. You can’t have bad dreams after that.” 

“What kind of massage?” 

“Deep tissue shoulder massage. And I can throw in a couple of kisses, but only if you tell me about the dream.” 

“I’ll tell you anything you want,” he says. 

You beam at him, sleep in the corners of your eyes but no less beautiful for it. 

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[athanza]

“Shell” (Part 1)

Eric Coulter X fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, slow burn, a touch of fluff.

TW: Fighting (canon violence), blood, knives, angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

((Author’s note: Hi, I don’t write much on here, especially fics, but I needed to write some Eric content so bad. I hope you enjoy ^-^))

(Note: Initiates are aged up for this story)

Thank you @duramater97 for inspiring me :3

Part 2 Part 3

Despite being from Candor you were quiet, at least once you got to Dauntless. You were in over your head and were asking yourself every day why the hell you chose this faction when you could have lived a happy life in Amity? You supposed anything was better than home, but you still found yourself wishing you could just run away. Your trainer, and leader, was a tall piece of work named Eric Coulter. You wanted to punch him in the throat sometimes but you had to restrain yourself, you needed to pass the training, you needed to.

It was nearing the end of your training and you had slowly but steadily risen your way near the top, the top 3 in fact. You were a shy, lost little girl when you started despite being 23. You had fuck-all muscle tone and although your aim wasn’t too bad your endurance was terrible, but now, now you were strong; you worked hard, training for long hours throughout the day and on your days off, you ate better, and soon you pushed past the others. Your desperation to stay and prove yourself, not just to others, had pushed you past your limits to a place you never thought you’d ever be. You felt good, you felt ready, but knew you still needed to push through the last round before you could relax, before you could call yourself Dauntless.

“Faster!” Eric shouted over the beats of fists on the line of punching bags. “Remember, it’s not all about how hard you can punch! You can be as powerful as you like but if you’re slow you’re not gonna get far in a fight with someone faster than you!”

You breathed heavy through your teeth as you punched through the combinations despite your throat hurting from breathing so hard.

Eric walked past you and watched your technique intently. “Good, initiate.” He said before continuing.

A ping of confidence hit you but you didn’t let it phase you, you just kept going, not losing concentration.

“Time!” Eric yelled and everyone stopped, replacing the sound of thumping fists with heavy, desperate breathing.

One guy ran as far as he could to the side before throwing up. No one cared, they were just too exhausted.

“As you know, next week is the final round of your training, the fear landscape. Some of you have exceeded my expectations, I’ll admit, but some of you need to step it up before the test, you know who you are. You’ll have free time from now until Friday but I’d suggest you use that time to train. Dismissed.”

You didn’t want a week of free time, you wanted the test to be yesterday but you knew you needed at least one day to prepare your mind for the fear landscape. And you were right, you trained all week until the day before and spent the whole time going through every possibility that the simulation could possibly throw at you…there was just one that worried you. Deep water and claustrophobia you could push through but the third one you were afraid might break you despite what you had accomplished.

When Friday came and you waited outside the simulation room, watching one person after another either walk out crying or have to be carried out, you started to get nervous, the first time you had been nervous since you caught up on the scoring board. But when your name was called your mind almost stopped for a moment before being drowned with noise of fear and what ifs. The only sign you showed of being anxious was your picking at the skin on your thumb with your index finger. Four noticed this, the last time he had seen you do it was when you first arrived.

“You’ll be fine.” He said. You were comforted by the hint of compassion in his voice and you smiled a fraction before Eric yapped at you to hurry up and sit down. You didn’t bother looking at him, you just sat down and let them set you up.

“You’ll be seeing this?” You asked, looking at the monitor on the only table in the room.

“Yes.” Said Four, not making eye contact.

You put your head back and took a deep breath. You only just noticed you were shaking a little and before you knew it both Four and Eric were gone and the room began flooding with water through the door.

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[pasukiyo]

hi! how are you??i loved your steve fic so much so could you please do a steve fic with reader being scared heights? you know hurt/comfort? thank you <33

( this is definitely not an easy request so i completely get it if you’re not open to writing it. no pressure!! :))

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; vecna & fear of heights!

a/n; i’m good thanks for asking!! and okay not gonna lie, i was not planning for vecna to even be mentioned in this one but it kinda just happened so i rolled with it 🤷‍♀️ i also don’t like my writing here but oh well, i hope you still enjoy it!

word count; 1.5k

; listen to time after time by cyndi lauper!

 “you’re going to stay beside me at all times, okay? i’m not letting you out of my sight, is that clear?”

 “yes mom,” she managed a small smile, cyndi lauper in one ear, steve harrington in the other. he pursed his lips before he spun her around, tapping on the walkman attached to her hip. “you keep cyndi lauper on at all times too, okay? i’m not shitting around, you’re going to be safe, i won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he murmured, his hands soothing down from her elbows and all the way back up to her shoulders. she let herself lean forward, eyelids fluttering closed as she pressed her cheek into his chest, focusing on the beating heart inside of him. 

 “i trust you, steve,” she whispered, his palms caressing the small of her back to pull her in even closer. “i’m sorry, i’m just— so scared,” her voice was barely audible, but she was certain he heard it, hence the way his arms tightened around her. “hey, you’re going to be alright, you hear me? you have nothing to be scared of—“

 “—because it’s your time.”

 steve’s skin, once warm against hers, grew cold and damp, and she felt shivers slither down the coil of her spine. she pushed away just enough to face him— only, it wasn’t steve anymore. her lips fell agape, and all she could manage was a cry as she desperately tried to push vecna away, screaming curses over her heavy breath. 

 “you didn’t think i’d stay away long now, did you?”

 she let out a squeal when she fell back to the ground below, finally managing to break away from him. she scrambled against the foliage below, pushing herself back up onto her feet and nearly falling back into the dirt again. she spared a glance behind her as she ran, time after time restarting in the distance, and she felt her muscles relax.

 ‘lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick and think of—‘

 she blinked, what happened to the music?

 “no one will save you,” vecna whispered from somewhere behind her, and it was clear she had no other choice but to continue running. “you will join me,” he continued, her name sounding wicked rolling off his tongue. she pushed herself to run faster, her heart ready to leap out of her chest the longer she ran, her legs throbbing, knees feeling like jelly.

 she could hear her name being shouted, over and over again in the distance, and she was quick to realize that it was steve calling out to her, panic laced in every syllable he cried. she pushed herself harder, not daring to look back at the monster behind her when she came to an abrupt stop, and she felt as though her heart had been dropped off the highest of buildings, shattering into millions of pieces as it hit the pavement below. 

 she caught herself and scrambled backwards before she could fall over the edge, staring down at the dark, murky rushing water below. she was so high up, she was surprised she was even able to make out any of the shapes below. she knew exactly where she was— the quarry. she couldn’t bear to stare down at the clearing below, nor could she bring herself to face the monster approaching behind her. she knew what she must do— but she knew all too well she wouldn’t be able to do it, at least not willingly. 

 she could feel a knot of anxiety bundling up in her chest, and she found it harder to breathe the more she thought about the distance between her and the water below. vecna was closer than ever, her heels already dangling off of the ledge, and if she moved back any more, she’d be falling towards an uncertain fate.

 she was out of options.

 “you cannot run from me,” vecna growled. “you belong to me. to us.”

 from some unknown location in the distance, she could hear steve screaming her name, the voices of her friends joining in the mix. she did her best to focus on this, as if grasping onto their world would keep her from losing herself in this one. “no,” she managed. “i don’t belong here. i’m not ready.”

 “oh, but you are,” vecna’s voice was closer than ever, and her lips trembled as she tilted her head up to face him. “you have always been ready, you and i both know that.” she shook her head, “steve!” she screamed as loud as she possibly could, in hopes that somehow he’d hear.

 he yelled his name back, but in response to her, she hadn’t any way to tell. 

 vecna’s fingers slithered around her throat, his flesh damp and decaying, and she shrieked as she kicked, clasped her hand around his wrist, did anything she could to tear herself away from him. she managed to turn her head to face the quarry below, and she squeezed her eyelids closed. 

 she knew she’d never be able to jump. it was too high— she felt like puking just thinking about the height. 

 ‘if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time.’

 she gasped at the sound of the song— her song. she squeezed her eyes back shut and tried to focus on the music rather than the grip vecna had on her throat, and she could feel droplets of tears escaping her eye sockets, sliding down the sides of her face. 

 she recalled the times she’d confided in steve about her fear— like when they had first started dating and asked if she wanted to go to an amusement park. she remembered feeling scared that he’d think she was childish if she told him how terrified she was of heights, but recalled the relief that flooded over her when he drew her into his arms instead, pressing kisses into the crown of her head as he told her that it was alright. 

 ‘if you fall, i will catch you, i’ll be waiting, time after time.’

 she remembered the first time she listened to this song was with steve in his bedroom, and he joked about how the song was made for them, because he vowed to be the one to catch her if she ever fell. she remembered telling him that he was silly, but she also recalled the way her heart swelled and fluttered when he said it. she remembered collapsing into his chest, his warm arms enveloping her body as they exchanged sweet nothings, cyndi lauper serenading them in the background.

 vecna growled her name, but she focused on steve’s in the distance instead.

 ‘if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time.’

 she knew that wherever steve was, that was where she needed to be.

 ‘if you fall, i will catch you, i’ll be waiting.’

 and she knew that if she fell, he would always be there to catch her.

 ‘time after time.’

 she kicked and pushed the monster in front of her away, her newfound strength taking him aback and she fell to the ground, scrambling for the edge of the cliff. she hesitated for just a moment as she peered over the edge, but she knew she was running out of options— and time.

 so, no longer did she cower away—

 —she jumped.

 “oh, god.”

 she gasped as she hit the ground below, an arm locked tight around her shoulders, and she was pulled into an all-too familiar warm chest. she chased air back into her lungs as she grasped onto the arm, her fingernails burrowed into the fabric of his sleeves. “steve,” she hardly managed to whisper before she bursted into tears, and he turned her around so that she could instead bury her face in his chest. his fingertips wove through her tresses, nails massaging her scalp as he murmured reassurances into the crown of her head.

 “i’m here, shhh, it’s okay, i caught you, you’re safe,” steve murmured against her skin, and although she couldn’t be sure, she thought she could feel tears— his tears— dripping onto her forehead. she didn’t dare look though, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to bear seeing him in such a state.

 “it was just— i was so high up and i didn’t know what to do and he was coming closer and—“ she stammered, chest heaving as she stuttered, unable to continue her sentence. “i know, baby, i know. but you’re here right now, you’re safe here with me, always,” he cooed, his hand not on the back of her head caressing the small of her back. “sorry about the music. sort of malfunctioned when you started to float. but we figured it out, i got you.”

 she didn’t say anything else, only nuzzled her face closer into his chest, relishing his warmth, his every touch. “you’re here, you’re alright. i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry,” he whispered as he rocked her back and forth. “never gonna leave you again. always going to be right here.”

 ‘time after time..’

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic

[aloneinthehellfire]

Eight Months (Part 4)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], mentions of drugs (being drugged), blood, mentions of guns

[A/N: this one is really short just bc i completely forgot this fic existed and i wanted to post before i forget again oops. i do have more planned and i promise to continue with it once my uni work is done!!]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: Drugged Confessions

[Part Four]

“You sound like a muppet.”

“She sounds like a muppet.”

Robin and Steve’s laughs echoed from the walls, showing joy you clearly didn’t have.

After Dustin and Erica’s rescue mission, you had been on one hell of an elevator ride, stuffed into a cinema, and curled up to a mall bathroom toilet within the space of an hour.

It had been one big blur, and from everything that happened, you still couldn’t believe you had escaped.

Eight months. That’s how long you had been down there. Even sat with Robin and Steve watching Back To The Future, half out of your mind, you couldn’t ignore the thought that lingered in the back of your mind; you had been tortured for eight months.

Once it got too much, you had ran away from the others and sprinted towards the furthest stall in the bathroom, retching up the last of the drug before leaning against the wall, curled up with your head on your knees. It didn’t take long for the tears to come.

You were still crying when Steve and Robin stumbled into the bathroom, getting the drug out of their systems. You should have called out to them once they entered. Hell, you should have called out to them as soon as Steve started confessing his feelings. But the pain you felt when you realised Steve liked Robin was too much to bear. So you kept quiet, head down, willing the tears to stop.

And then Robin explained herself, sharing her deepest secret, and you realised you shouldn’t be there listening in.

You took your cue to leave once they started laughing about singing muppets, slowly uncurling yourself and reaching out to take hold of the toilet seat, using it as a prop to pull you up.

Which, to your mistake, was the worst possible decision to make. Because the seat was slippery. And so was your hand.

“Ow.” You squeaked when you hit the ground again, elbow surely bruised from the impact.

There’s a shuffle of movement, and then your stall door is slowly being opened, revealing you led awkwardly on the floor.

“Y/n?” Steve frowns, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, heyy.” You attempt, sitting up and wiping your hands on your jeans. He laughs for just a second before noticing your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you okay?” He crouches, concern written across his face and you let out a breathy laugh, gently brushing over his bruised face.

“You’re not the one who should be asking those questions.”

Steve simply shrugs it away, helping you off the floor, and leading you around to where Robin is sat, the girl looking sheepish.

“Look,” You slide down the wall to sit beside her, offering a smile. “I didn’t hear anything if you didn’t want me to. But… I don’t really know you, we literally only met today, or yesterday, I don’t know. What I do know is… you deserve to be happy with who you are. And I’d never jeopardise that.”

Robin’s lips stretch into a sincere smile, nodding her head before a laugh leaves her lips.

“What?” Steve frowns, smirking despite his confusion.

“I’ve barely known her twenty four hours, and I already like her better than you.” Robin admits, still laughing.

You try and contain your laugh when Steve’s face drops to a glare, but soon it giggles out of you until you don’t think you can stop. Steve soon joins in and you all sit on the floor of the cubicle, laughing.

“We should probably tell Dustin where we are before he freaks out on us.” You finally say after your laughter dies down, and when your friends give you their best blank stares, you groan. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

You stand up and quickly swipe the toilet roll to dab at your face, just in case, before sending them a smile and stepping out of the bathroom.

“You need to tell her.” Robin speaks once the door swings shut.

“Huh?” Steve looks back at his friend, the image of your smile playing on his mind.

“Today’s all about confessions.” Robin smiles, tilting her head. “And I know for a fact that you weren’t talking about me a second ago.”

Steve sighs, resting his head against the bathroom stall wall, “I never got the chance to tell her when she left. Because I was an idiot.”

“No objections here.” Robin jokes, leaning forward and smirking at her friend, “Well, guess what?”

“What?”

“She’s here now.” Robin points out and Steve nods slowly.

“Yeah, yeah I-”

His words are interrupted by the sound of a loud gunshot, fear striking their spines.

Then, after a moment of heavy breathing, Steve’s stomach drops and he looks to Robin who bore the same terrified expression.

“Y/n.” Steve says before scrambling from the floor, the door of the bathrooms swinging open in that moment.

Dustin and Erica step through, panting.

“We heard a gunshot!” Erica’s eyes were wide, “You said nothing about guns.”

“Okay, actually, we mentioned it dozens of times, but that’s not important. We need to find a place to hide, like, right now.” Dustin panics as Robin stands next to Steve, nodding her head quickly.

But Steve didn’t care about his safety right now as he pushes past the kids.

“Hey, didn’t you hear-”

“Yeah, I did!” Steve spins around, backing towards the door, “But I’m not hiding away when Y/n is out there!”

Dustin’s face falls before he lets out a frustrated sigh. He only just got you back, he wasn’t letting you go. “Then we should move quickly.”

They all run out of the bathroom, sweat they didn’t even realise they had soaking their clothes, and turn the corner, immediately freezing.

“No.”

The word escapes Steve’s lips as they stare at the Russian man, his gun still pointed to a figure on the floor, blood staining their clothes.

As the man turns around, the others fight to drag Steve away. But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t leave you bleeding on the floor.

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🔅⚔️The smile of a thousand suns 🔅⚔️

Zolu fanfic (Zoro X Luffy) ⚔️👒

A/N: Thank you for all who liked the first chapter of this fic! There’s a bunch of pre written chapters so you won’t have to wait long! :-)

🌧️🌌Chapter 2: What He Needed🌌🌧️

Luffy woke up feeling as empty as ever.

He thought he couldn’t sleep off the feeling that was haunting him but to no avail. He wanted this feeling gone - no matter what.

With all his energy he had (which still hadn’t fully recovered from last night) Luffy tossed and turned hoping that maybe he just hadn’t woken up fully - no that wasn’t it? - maybe he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep yet? That was a reasonable conclusion.

No - Luffy couldn’t get back to sleep. He stared out into the darkness, the emptyness consuming him. The raven haired boy’s lip began to quiver and tears began to form.

He couldn’t cry over this.

He had to do something.

Despite the cold air - Luffy got out of bed, throwing the layers of blankets that he had been buried under (most likely by zoro) to the floor. He placed his feet on the ground - the feeling of the wooden floor surprised him as he was certain he never took his sandals off.

Stupid zoro.

Luffy walked out onto the deck. The rain was gentle as it hit his skin but the air was as sharp as a knife. There he was, all alone.

Only him and the sky were on each other’s company.

“Please…” luffy muttered to himself as he clenched his fists. “Please give it back.” He continued. He looked up to the gray sky hoping it’d listen.

“PLEASE IM BEGGING PLEASE GIVE IT BACK!” Luffy yelled so desperately at the sky. “I felt so whole…” he began to cry.

“I’d do anything to have that feeling back - please…” Luffy continued, calming down but the aching emptiness in his heart felt deeper than ever. “Gear 5 was my peak…what am I without it?…im nothing.”

“What are you on about?” A voice said - coming from the top of the look out. This voice make Luffy’s stomach drop and his shoulder flinch up like a cat. He didn’t want to turn around. “Look at me.” The strong voice ordered. Luffy disobeyed and couldn’t help but scrunch his face up as if he were about to cry.

The person was actively trying to avoid climbed down from the look out. Each step from his boots made Luffy’s heart pound. A strong hand was put on Luffy’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped, whipped forward as shoving the hand off his shoulder.

“Well…alright.” It was zoro. Luffy had totally forgotten the swordsman takes the early morning look out shifts. “Luffy…what the hell were you on about?”

Luffy couldn’t bring himself to look up at zoro - he couldn’t talk either, all he could do was clench his fists tightly at the reason he lost his power.

“Get off this ship.” Luffy whispered to himself, rage dripping from his voice.

“What was that? Look you’ve been acting weird all night - what was that about being nothing? You are-“

“I SAID GET THE HELL OFF THIS SHIP!” Luffy snapped.

A sharp silence cut through the air - the only thing that could be heard was the rain. Luffy’s hair was soaked, it was so messy as it began to blow in the breeze. His expression was one of pure anger.

“Luffy-“ zoro muttered in shock.

“YOURE THE REASON I LOST MY POWER!” Luffy continued- his voice so wracked with grief while his nails began to dig into the palms of his hands, which zoro noticed but he couldn’t bring himself to talk back to his captain. “You- You are so - all you do is hold me back!” Luffy began to step forward as of to confront zoro. “You’re the reason I feel like nothing! So listen to me and get the hell off my ship!”

Zoro didn’t say a word.

He looked down at his captain. He saw the frustration and desperation. He wanted to say something he really did but he knew his captain and he knew what he had to do.

“I never want to see you again!” Luffy yelled, he couldn’t hide his crying. “So- so leave this ship - that’s an order!”

Luffy looked completely and utterly distressed.

Zoro nodded without saying a word.

“What’s going on!? Were trying to sleep-“ Nami’s voice exlaimed in annoyance. She, chopper and Ussop had been woken up by the commotion and had gone outside to see what was going on.

“Guys - I don’t think standing out in the rain will do you any good.” Chopper called out.

Luffy stared daggers at Zoro as he began to climb off the ship.

“Where is zoro going?” Ussop asked as he ran to Luffy .

“He’s not coming back.” The cold captain answered.

“What!? Are you insane!?” Nami growled as she grabbed luffy by the shoulders. She looked down to see that Luffy’s arms had gone limp, his hand unclenched and his palms decorated with deep red indents from his nails. “Zoro! Get back here!” Nami ordered.

Zoro ignored her.

“Luffy! Tell him to stop!” She shouted

“He is not welcome on my ship.” Luffy said bluntly.

“Wha-? But zoro- what happened with you two?” Ussop stammered

“He did nothing but hold me back.” Luffy answered before brushing past the crew and back inside.

Nami, ussop and chopper were left in the rain in worry and confusion - they knew zoro was loyal to luffy no matter what but this decision was purely idiotic.

Zoro left the dock, his only goal was to make his way through Wano country on his own - like his past Swordsman, Luffy had isolated himself in the ships kitchen - waiting for things to feel better.

The whole crew was calling for their captain.

Luffy had locked himself in the pantry in the kitchen - it was a place that was under lock and key by Sanji but Luffy had learnt how break in a long while ago. It was a small little room filled with dry food like bread, rice, fruit and all sorts of things.

“Luffy? Where have you gone?” Sanji called as he searched the kitchen - ussop followed behind him.

“If luffy would be anywhere it would be here.” Ussop nodded.

“Do you have any idea what happened between those two?” Sanji asked as he opened every cupboard in the kitchen.

“Nope - they seemed to be getting on just fine last night.”

“Hm - he did seem very clingy to zoro after the fight.” Sanji pondered as he even checked down the plug hole of the sink.

Luffy pressed his ear to the pantry door to listen in carefully.

“I just don’t understand what could have changed.” Ussop replied as he peered into the pantry door - inches away from luffy. In desperation he shuffled away, knocking over shelves of cans and bottles. All the sound caused Sanji to dash to the pantry door and swing it open in anger.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!?” Sanji exclaimed with frustration “how did you manage to get in here!!?”

“Calm it Sanji.” Ussop intervened. “Luffy is everything okay?”

He was cornered. All he could do was look at the two in distraught. He couldn’t talk and even if he could he didn’t know what to say.

“What happened between you and zoro?” Ussop asked, tilting his head to one side. The mere mention of his name makes luffy’s stomach drop.

“Does zoro even know where he’s going?” Sanji added

“STOP SAYING HIS NAME!” Luffy snapped. Both sanji and Ussop flinched back. He tried to storm out of the kitchen but Sanji stood in the way - grabbing his captains shoulders.

“You are acting like a child! We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what’s going on.” Sanji lectured. Luffy turned his head away as he couldn’t bring himself to look as his crew.

“This isn’t something you can help with.” Luffy muttered under his breath.

“Tch- fine.” Sanji scoffed in annoyance. “All your speeches about being a crew mean nothing now then I guess.”

“You don’t understand-“ luffy began.

“You won’t let us understand!” Sanji growled before shoving luffy back.

“Sanji - stop.” Ussop ordered. The blonde rolled his eyes before walking out of the kitchen.

“Nami, chopper and robin have gone to look for Zoro - I’m going with the others to get supplies since it seems we won’t leave in time.” Sanji informed sharply as he walked off.

“Luffy… Sanji is right - we can’t help of you won’t let us.” Ussop said softly.

“It-it’s not that- I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“It’s so hard to explain!” Luffy exclaimed sounding distressed.

“Please…try.”

“I-“ luffy began - although he was interrupted as he saw something outside. It seemed like smoke or mist? No it was clouds.

“What’s wrong?” Ussop asked, turning round to see nothing but the rain outside.

All of a sudden, luffy dashed outside onto the deck. His heart beat pounding. Clouds almost surrounded him as he stumbled around.

“Stop…” luffy gasped as breathing almost became hard to breathe. “Stop it!”

Ussop stepped out onto the deck and looked over as Sanji who looked awfully freaked out.

“STOP TAUNTING ME!” Luffy screamed - he pressed his body against the decks banisters - crying out to the sea.

How sad.

“You know what sanji - I better come with you!” Ussop exclaimed in fear as Luffy’s expression was one of pure anger.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea!” Sanji nodded. The two scurried off quickly. Luffy slumped to the floor before pressing his hands to his face.

“I’d do anything to get it back…” the defeated captain muttered to himself.

He sat on his own for a while. Not moving. Although he hated being alone, it was for the best right now.

Two hours had passed and luffy was getting hungry- he hadn’t exactly eaten for while. He moved his hands away from his face - the sky had gotten darker and the rain had gotten heaver. The air was thick and all that could be heard was waves below. Even getting up from the deck took so much energy. The breeze was strong and it seemed the harbour of Wano was abandoned.

This was perfect - luffy didn’t exactly want to talk to people.

Carefully he made his way off the ship and kept his gaze down as he wandered the streets to find a restaurant. Every step he took the thought of running into his crew made his stomach churn.

This felt ruined. Truly. There were so many complicated feelings that he couldn’t explain to others - he just couldn’t find the right words. His crew insisted in wanting to understand but it just wasn’t possible…

Eventually, Luffy sound a small little restaurant it had a few people in it. The perfect amount really. Enough to not stand out but few enough not to get overwhelmed. The raven haired boy sat down by the bar as usual with all restaurant he visited.

Luffy ordered a single dish of Oden. That was it.

As he ate, Luffy began to cry. There was no one to share with - well more like steal food from.

But never the less, eating together meant a lot to Luffy even if it was just with one other person. Every second that went by, he wished zoro would walk through the door - stupid zoro.

“You okay?” The bartender asked Luffy.

“Mhh hm.” Luffy sniffed sadly as he ate.

“Let me know if you need anything.” The bartender smiled before tending to other guests.

He needed someone to understand.

he needed zoro.

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[thenyxsky]

howdy, i have no idea how tumblr etiquette works so pardon me BUTTTT can i request a dottore fic where reader is ill (projection woohoo) but has a phobia of anything medical related (sort of like a hurt/comfort)? if not that’s alr of course but ur writing style is so yummy i’d love to see it 👀

you’re doing fine don’t worry! this is basically how tumblr etiquette works :) thank you & also thank u for requesting!

i had a hard time writing this, sorry if the pacing seems off in some places & for posting so late. anyway, i hope you still like it mystery requester!

CONTENT: SPOILERS for dottore’s real name (implied by many sumeru interactibles); reader has trypanophobia (fear of needles)

“Zandik — Zandik I can’t.”

“Well you’ll have to if you want to get better,” your lover says, his back to you and fiddling with a needle between his gloved hands. He turns to face you as he adds, “Unless you wish to stay sick in your bed forever?”

“No. I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Your heart picks up in your chest when the ceiling light glints off the sharp end. “But… but — isn’t there another way? Can’t I take some liquid medicine, or swallow a pill, or —”

“As I’ve told you the twenty-three other times you asked, no.” The bar cart, carrying alcohol, tissue, and a pack of cotton balls, rolls until it hits your knees, Zandik right behind it. “The medicine we’re using needs to be injected in order for it to work properly. There’s no digestible alternative.”

He moves forward. You tense.

Zandik frowns.

“Why are you so scared?” he asks. “Are you afraid it won’t work? You don’t need to worry. I’ve tested it many times already, with different—”

You shake your head. “I know it’ll work. It’s just…”

He watches you, silently, patiently, as if to say, “It’s just what?”

You swallow, lips pressing together hard. Your ears are burning, the back of your neck uncomfortably warm. There’s no reason for you to feel so scared. It’ll only last a moment or two before it’s over. You know that. People have told you that. You’ve told it to yourself a thousand times before. But…

You swallow again, throat dry, and finally tell him: “Zandik, I can’t—I’m just—I’m scared.”

His brows pinch deeper. “Of the medicine? It’s been tested, I just told you. It’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t give it to you if I weren’t completely sure of that.”

“No, not the medicine.” You take a deep breath. “I’m scared of… of the needle.”

Silence: he doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t do anything, either, only stands there staring at you.

You shouldn’t have told him, you think. Now he thinks you’re a coward. That you’re stupid for being so terrified of something that doesn’t even really hurt you. Something that only lasts for a moment. Just for a second. Just a little prick.

This is why you haven’t told him.

Your eyes fall to the floor and you don’t even try to pluck up the bravery to raise them back to his face, too scared to see how he’s reacting to such an irrational fear. The silence drags on for what feels like a thousand forevers.

You think you’re going to cry. From embarrassment or what, you’re not sure. In the end however, you don’t, having caught Zandik’s shoes moving towards you.

“[Name],” he starts. On his tongue, your name is soft in a way you wouldn’t expect from the Fatui’s Second.

You swallow. “Do I need to?”

Nothing for a moment or two, then you hear him sigh, followed by the clink of something on the bar cart.

“We’re going to have to,” he says, and you’re already cringing at the thought of it, “but you’ll be okay.” Zandik reaches to lace his fingers with yours. “See? I’ll even hold your hand.”

You look up and find his eyes. Your grip is impossibly tight. He doesn’t flinch.

A wobbly smile on your lips. “My kind lover.”

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