#imagine sharing a dream with someone and then when they express sadness that their dream hasn’t and probably won’t ever come true

[doumadono]

Hiiiii! I am squeezing into your inbox to

1. Congratulate you on your achievement. You deserved it sweetheart and I am so happy for you (maybe even a lil jealous! Hihi). Keep up the wonderful work and keep bringing joy and comfort to other people!

2. To request something!

I want some Vanilla-Mango ice creams in a cup with Maple syrup.

All of this for my one and only bunny Mirko! 🐇🤍I love ya girl!

Stay awesome!

A/N: thank you so much, honeypot! Your support means everything. I hope you'll like this short piece, and please forgive me if the character isn't quite right — it's my first time writing for Bunny Hero Mirko! ♥

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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with shades of gold and amber. You were walking through the park, lost in thought, when you spotted Mirko sitting on a bench, her prosthetic leg resting beside her. Her expression was distant, her eyes fixed on something far away.

Approaching her, you noticed the faint lines of pain etched on her face. You knew about her recent struggles with phantom pains, the cruel reminders of the limbs she had lost during the war. "Hey, Mirko," you greeted softly, taking a seat beside her.

She glanced at you, offering a small, weary smile. "Hey, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

"Is everything alright?" you inquired, concern coloring your words as you noticed the faint lines of strain etched upon her face.

Mirko sighed, her gaze returning to the horizon. "Just another rough day, I guess," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of her prosthetic leg. "The phantom pains have been acting up again."

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rumi. That sounds really tough."

She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "It is," she admitted. "It's like… I can still feel them, you know? My missing arm and leg. Sometimes, it's like they're still there, and it hurts so much…"

You squeezed her shoulder gently, offering your support. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be for you. But I'm here for you, okay? You're not alone. You never were, sweetie."

Mirko's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You hurried to a nearby store to grab two bottles of water and some mochi. When you returned, you paused behind a large tree, watching Mirko.

She was someone you deeply admired, one of the few people who truly inspired you. Her toughness was unmatched, and secretly, you yearned to possess even a fraction of her spirit, to be as brave as she was. She was your role model.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Mirko, talking, laughing, and sharing stories, sitting on that bench. You listened as she opened up about her fears and insecurities, her dreams and aspirations. And through it all, you were there for her, offering words of encouragement and comfort.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Mirko turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You know," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "even on my darkest days, knowing that I have you by my side makes everything a little bit brighter."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "And you make everything brighter for me too, Mirko. You're strong, resilient, and incredibly brave. I admire you so much."

Mirko's smile widened, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means the world to me. After Jaku and the war, things really shifted," she said, her brow creasing slightly. "It's not like it broke me, but I've been feeling more uncertain. About everything, really. Even my own abilities."

You met Mirko's gaze with a gentle smile. "Rumi," you began softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance, "you have no idea how many lives you've touched with your bravery. In the chaos of Jaku and the war, you were a beacon of hope for so many. Every leap you took, every punch you threw, they weren't just acts of courage — they were beacons of light in the darkness for all those who lost their hope. You saved countless lives with your unwavering determination and your indomitable spirit. Never doubt your abilities, my dear Rabbit Hero Mirko," you urged gently, your words a steadfast anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You are a hero in every sense of the word, and the world is a brighter place because of you. The echoes of your courage will never fade."

Mirko leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "I think that's exactly what I needed to hear today."

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[kishibe-kisser]

"I like to think Yuji is ours in another life." Your words were soft and gentle, speaking so quiet almost in fear that Nanami heard it. It had been plaguing your mind since you had met the boy, how he sparked that parental instinct in you both. However the last few weeks it was all you could think about when him and Nanami were out on a job.

You felt relief thinking the boy had someone like Nanami to look up to and that Nanami had someone to dote on. They both deserved it, the happiness of a family. Yuji only had his grandfather growing up and Nanami yearned for nothing more than a family. It was only natural that when you packed and extra lunch for Yuji that the thoughts crossed your mind.

You watched Nanami shift, turning his head on your chest to look at you. He looked tired, with slight bags under his eyes. The stress was from work, not Yuji. If anything the boy made him feel younger again... he reminded him so much of Haibara.

"They're all just kids. They need someone looking out for them." He replied shortly... wrapping his arms around you tightly, feeling the sheets around you shift. You mussed your fingers through his unstyled hair, nodding in agreement. "And Yuji..." He trailed off, his eyes looking past you rather than at you. He didn't like talking about him much, out of anger and out of sadness for the boy's inevitable fate. It upset the sorcerer more than he wanted to admit. He loved and hated the boy's sunny disposition despite it all.

"He's a kid, put into a position where he can't be one." You trailed your fingers over the lines on his face, sighing at his words. He too was just a kid once, him, Gojo, Geto... Haibara, all just kids in unfortunate positions. You would have been lying if you said you hadn't shed a tear thinking about the things Nanami had went through, the things he had shared at least. It was clear the topic of Yuji struck him deeply.

"It's silly of me, I know. But I sometimes imagine what he was like when he was a child." You smiled, trying to make the conversation lighter. "Boys like him are always such a handful as kids. So curious." You added on and Nanami stifled a laugh. "I imagine with Yuji's personality. He definitely got into trouble." Nanami surprised you, not thinking he would indulge this fantasy of yours. He tended to be the realist between the both of you, but even a realist needs to dream every now and again.

"He probably got into everything he wasn't supposed to because he still does." He laughed and you felt a weight sit on your stomach. It was a combination of joy and sorrow for both Nanami and Yuji. "It's good to dream." Nanami said, taking note of your sudden somber expression. His hands finding your face to wipe away tears you didn't even know had slipped.

"It is." You agreed and released a shaky breath. He never realized quite how much you had thought about this or how much he had. "He's a good kid..." You laughed, shaking off how ridiculous you were being and wiping the tears away. "He is." His laugh was sympathetic, maybe towards you or maybe towards Yuji, maybe even to himself. "You're working together again tomorrow right? I'll pack him a lunch too." You said, feigning a smile as Nanami stroked your hair.

It was indeed good to dream and for kids to be kids, he'd protect them to the best of his abilities. For their sake and the sake of himself, because he too was young once.

A/N: I'll get over Nanami soon (no i won't) and I'll write less for him (no I won't) eventually. No but seriously I'll write something else soon, it's just that this is stuck in my head so it's easy to put down on paper. I don't have time lately to write alot because it's exam season the next weeks. But after that! I will try my best to update my lists!

#nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento x reader

[temis-de-leon]

Obey Me and Lonely MC

How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom

Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)

Masterlist

CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there

Please enjoy!

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You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.

Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.

Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.

It was weird.

It was too much.

You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.

There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.

The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.

You were alone.

How in fucking hell could you be alone?

Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.

You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.

You. Were. Fine.

So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.

Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.

You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.

It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?

Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.

Was there a leakage in the building?

And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.

Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.

You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.

There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.

One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.

Were you still alive?

"Hey... Ah!"

Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.

"... where you are?"

"Human"

"Human! Answer the prince!"

What fucking prince?

"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.

"Do you know where you are?"

The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.

Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.

"I don't know, man... Hell?"

You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.

"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"

"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"

Hell.

You were in hell? Of course you were.

It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!

Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.

Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?

Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?

"So, do you agree?"

The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.

He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.

Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.

You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.

That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.

"Sure, man, why not?"

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[satrs]

𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you two just divorced but he can't find peace with the fact of letting you go.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Michael Kaiser x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 2.1k

ᴛᴀɢꜱ; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! angst. fluff. hurt to comfort. oral (fem! revieving)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ having an intense kaiser brainrot rn. I'm tired so sorryyy if it seems rushed aaaa

It was all over.

With a simple and quick swing of his hand, he was the one to complete the divorce papers, feeling bitter at the feeling.

He noticed your demeanor relaxing at that, clearly irritated by your action. Why do you seem so relieved? Did you really anticipate this moment that much? Was he really the person you painted him to be?

He knew that he made mistakes, grave ones even. But there is nothing that couldn’t have been prevented by a serious talk between the both of you.

But you were just so over his antics, leaving you alone for nights on end, not answering your calls, and making you worry about him- just overall not giving you the attention and love he once did at the beginning of your marriage.

Of course, you knew that he had a lot to do as a professional soccer player, but not being able to spend the little free time he had with his wife? That’s just ridiculous.

And to be honest, looking back at it, he didn’t really recognize your pleas and worries- until it was too late.

„Y/N don’t you think we can still talk about this? I know I was an asshole but we can still work things out.“ You scoffed at his pleas, taking ahold of the signed divorce documents before turning on your heels to walk out of the room, not sparing him another glance.

„You wanna talk things out now? After I tried so many times? We're done, Kaiser. That’s where your stubborn head is bringing you.“ He gritted his teeth at the sound of his last name, not daring to say another word, watching you walk out of his sight as he felt his heart sink.

He lost you. The one and only person he loved and cared for. His lovely wife. Why did he let things come so far? Why did he not listen to you and talked about your troubles? Why. Why. Why. The only word filling his mind.

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

Every day after the incident when he stepped into your once-shared home, a wave of coldness wrapped around him as he felt how lonely it was without you here.

You would usually greet him with tons of kisses, a bright smile on your face regardless of his sour expression, trying to cheer him up with food, a movie marathon, cuddles, or sometimes, mind-numbing head.

He plopped down onto the couch, sadness washing over him as he let out a shallow breath. Oh, how he missed cuddling with you, kissing you, touching you.

He just now realized the consequences of his reckless actions. He realized that you had slipped through his fingers. His head fell into his hands, fingers brushing through his hair in frustration.

He can’t believe it. And he doesn’t want to. Don’t you know that he needs you? Loves you? You knew how hard he would be before entering the relationship, knowing his nature. So why would you give up on him- on the both of you so fast?

Did you find someone new while he was gone and overseas? Was that the reason for your quick decision? He felt sick in the stomach at the thought of someone other than him by your side. He couldn’t stand the thought, face growing bitter.

His head soon came up into view, low eyes gazing around the empty room. He couldn’t let you go, not in the wildest of his dreams could he imagine you away from him. So he knew what he had to do.

His body moved on its own, strolling into the bathroom to take a quick shower, cooling off from his steaming thoughts.

He will get you back at any cost. He will prove to you that he is still the same Michael you became fond of, the one you dedicated your life to by the vow around your finger.

✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

The doorbell rang and he swiftly moved to open it. But as he saw who was standing at the doorstep, he felt his heart sink into his pants. "H-hey. How're you doing?" Your eyes halted right at the towel wrapped around his hip, torso bare for your eyes to see, blue rose tattoo still how you had in your memory, the inc decorating his toned figure. Then your gaze lifted to his face, hair damp and still wet from the shower, some waterdrops gliding down his neck, his wedding ring still attached to his finger.

You got back to yourself, pushing past him and ignoring his caring questioning. You just wanted to get the rest of your clothes, that's it. No need for small talk or anything else. He is no longer your husband, so you shouldn't feel obliged to answer him, or do anything for him.

But as you made your way through the place you once called home, you noticed how messy the place was. Of course, it would be, since he was barely at home, who would clean up the mess? You found yourself mouth open, close to questioning Michael about - this. And about his well-being. Even if you didn't want to admit it to yourself, deep down you really missed him those past weeks.

You missed his presence, and the feeling of his lips on yours whenever he came home, or the way his hands caressed your hips, asking you what was on the menu today. And you also missed those special intimate moments with him, when the both of you were so vulnerable for one another, moans and groans filling the bedroom as you gave each other your whole.

"Please Y/N, let's talk. It's been a few weeks and I really miss you." Careful steps approached your figure as you stood in front of your closet, picking out what you came for. "I just came to get my clothes. Like I said last time, there is nothing to talk about."

You purposely kept your back turned to him because you knew- you knew the moment you would turn around and look into those eyes of his, you would give in.

"Baby please," he began, hand softly placed on your shoulder, causing your movements to halt. "I miss you." His hand traveled down your arm, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you felt his hands intertwining with yours.

You promptly turned around, shoving his hand off of yours, heart filling with guilt at your action. "Don't you baby me." But you had to. It was over and the both of you had to move on.

Your furious eyes soon turned soft at your thoughts, eyes sparkling guilt inside them as you felt your eye sting, tears threatening to escape. He noticed, his hand flying up to your face to hold it, thumb stroking your cheek and making a mental note as you leaned into his touch. As he saw your hand ball into fists he noticed that you to still had your wedding ring on.

He pulled you towards his chest, your tears now flowing down with no way of stopping, taking out all your frustration and anger that you build up over the past years on him. "You're an asshole. Never once did you want to talk but now? Now after everything is done?"

He cooed at you, trying to stop your tears. He hated seeing you cry and he hated it even more that he was the reason for it. "I know. I'm sorry. Please just give me one more chance. I will prove it to you."

Your teary eyes stared up at him, sniffling as you inspected his face for any reaction. As you noticed the painful and guilty look on his face you made your decision. Your arms flew around his neck, lips attacking his, surprised gasp leaving his mouth before he leaned into the feeling.

God you missed this so much. Him, his lips, everything that was about him and him only- Michael. You softly moaned into his mouth as you leaned into the feeling you've missed for so long, one leg wrapped around his hip as the towel slightly loosened around it.

He himself couldn't think straight anymore, groans escaping his lips as he felt your lower region press up against his. He swiftly took ahold of your rear, lifting you up and moving to your once shared bed, intending on proving himself to you. He had to show you how sorry he was and how much he really loved you, all the pain and sorrow he had caused for you shall disappear.

He carefully lays you down, as if you were made out of glass, towel around his hips now long forgotten as he hovered above you, lips back on yours again. His hands traveled over every part of your body, not leaving one single spot unnoticed.

"Stop teasing", you whined in frustration, earning a low chuckle from the man above you. "I'm sorry baby. Just missed you so much." His fingers made quick work to your pants, finding their way into your panties, a soft sigh passed your lips.

Michael's lips attacked your neck, hot and wet tongue attacking your skin as his hand worked wonders in your panties. "So beautiful." His other hand sneaked under your shirt and bra, softly fondling your breasts. "My beautiful wife." You subconsciously moved into his touch, moans escaping your lips at his words.

His mouth moved down your neck, littering wet kisses onto your stomach, stopping with his face right over your clothed heat. "Love you. So much. Never letting you go." He growled at the sight of the wet patch visible on your panties, impatiently tearing the small cloth from your body, taking in the sight of your glistening heat.

You let out a cry of pleasure and tangled your fingers into his hair as you felt his mouth on your pussy lips, tongue drawing what seemed to be hearts on your puffy clit. The odd but familiar feeling caused a shiver to run down your spine, toes curling in euphoria.

The grip on his hair tightened as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. There was no way to deny it- you really did miss your husband. And the wonders his tongue worked inside of you too.

"J-just like that Micha' fuck." Your mind was clouded in pleasure, unable to keep a straight mind. The man moaned, no- whimpered into your heat at the sound of the nickname rolling off your tongue. He was determined to fill your whole body with pleasure, ignoring his throbbing cock as he moved his hand under your shirt to get ahold of your soft tits. "Give it to me. All of it." His growl against your folds threw you over the edge, loud moan erupting from your throat as your thighs clenched tightly around his head, nearly suffocating him.

You were panting as you came down from your anticipated high, meanwhile, Kaiser crawled back up, close to your face now as he caught his breath. "Please baby," he began, hand creeping up to hold your face, eyes full of love and devotion as he looked at you. "let's try again. I'll make up for every second we lost."

You hesitated, shying away from his touch as your lips formed a thin line. "You won't regret it Y/N. I swear to you from the bottom of my heart that we'll go back to how it used to be. Don't you want that too, baby? Like the good old days?"

Your eyes met his, gaze wandering between his features, admiring his beauty. Of course, you wanted to. You really did. Another try wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe you did overdo it with the divorce. All in all, the both of you had your wrongs to correct, no one was in innocent.

Looking back to it, both of you did overcome so many burdens and struggles. So who would say you couldn't manage this?

You let out a sigh as you came to your conclusion. "Okay." Your simple word caused the man's eyes above you to light up, he quickly embraced you in a tight hug as he lifted you up and spun the both of you around, peppering you with lots of kisses as you giggled at his action. He then threw the both of you onto the bed, laying next to you as he drew shapes onto your hip, a lovestruck expression painting his face. "Stay?"

His question caused you to look at him, soft smile on your lips. You nodded, getting up on your elbows as the man raised an eyebrow at you when you straddled his lap, flashing him a sly smirk. "Nonono, I'm fine you don't need to-" Your lips against his cut his words off, sigh escaping his lips. Your still needy cunt was seated right on top of his hard length, your movements causing him to lowly moan as he held your hips in an attempt to stop you.

"You don't seriously think I'll leave you like that Micha'?" Your question was rather rhetorical. "Let me go next with making it up to you, 'kay?"

And how could he refuse his loving wife when she sat ontop of him so cutely, hips needily grinding onto him?

"I'm all yours."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

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[kiskisur]

This might be a long one but hear me out…

Xiao x m!adeptus!reader

Xiao angst where we were an adeptus that went missing during the cataclysm. Xiao misses us deeply but after all these years is starting to slowly forget our facial features. 🙈 Andddd maybeeee we come back and he takes a while to recognize us.

Ty and have a nice day! 💟

ᝰ.ᐟ you know I can't fight the feeling.

warnings: angst with comfort, adeptus!male reader x xiao, he/him pronouns for [name] (you!) (sorry huhu it helps me improve my writing but I'll try in a 2nd POV maybe? ^^), reader goes missing for hundreds of years.

note: I'm so sorry it took long!! I was resting from. school but here you gooo~ I enjoyed it!!

In the heart of Liyue, where the sunlight dances on the water, [name] and Xiao found themselves in a rare moment of tranquility.

[name] grinned playfully, nudging Xiao with his elbow. "Hey, you with the brooding expression. You know, you've got this whole mysterious aura going on."

Xiao rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile. "I'm not trying to be mysterious. It's just... who I am."

[name] chuckled, leaning in as if he had a juicy secret to share. "Well, lucky for you, I'm the only one who gets to see through that 'mysterious' façade of yours."

Xiao raised an eyebrow, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity in his gaze. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you manage that?"

[name]'s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Simple. I see the Xiao who loves dandelion seeds flying in the wind, the one who secretly enjoys the good I make when he thinks no one's watching."

A faint blush colored Xiao's cheeks, but he crossed his arms in mock defense. "You're making things up."

[Name] pouted dramatically, feigning offense. "Hey now, I thought you'd be happy that I pay attention to these things."

Xiao's resistance finally crumbled, and he couldn't suppress a laugh. "[Name], you're unbelievable."

"That's why you love me," [name] teased, his tone turning softer.

Xiao's gaze softened as he looked at [name]. "Yeah, I do."

[name] beamed, his heart practically radiating with joy. "So, my dandelion-loving, enjoying-my-food Xiao, what's been on your mind lately?"

Xiao sighed, his expression turning more serious. "It's just...I've lived for so long, seen so much. Sometimes, the weight of time feels overwhelming."

[name] reached for Xiao's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I get it, Xiao. But remember, I'm here. We're in this together. And even when you feel like time is dragging you down, I'll be here to lift you up."

Xiao's eyes softened further, gratitude shining in his gaze. "You always know what to say."

[name] winked. "That's because I pay attention to my enigmatic, dandelion-loving boyfriend."

Xiao shook his head, unable to suppress his smile any longer. "You're incorrigible."

"But you love me for it," [name] said with a wink, pulling Xiao into a warm embrace.

One day, though, [name] disappeared. Poof. Just gone. Without a single word, leaving Xiao in a state of shock. Imagine, someone who was always in your space suddenly vanishing like an elusive treasure.

Fast forward through countless sunrises and sunsets, and Xiao's demeanor had changed. He became colder than a Cryo user in the middle of a snowstorm. The once-expressive man turned into a stoic figure, his laughter a rare occurrence, and his interactions minimal.

It's like [name]'s absence took a piece of his soul. You could see him staring into the distance, his eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness and longing. And those dandelion seeds he used to love? Well, they now seemed to remind him of [name], so they got the cold shoulder too.

Time passed. Centuries flowed by like a fast-forwarded play, and the memory of [name] started to blur like a vivid dream upon waking. Xiao's chest ached at the thought that he was forgetting [name]'s laugh, their quirky habits, and even the way their hand fit perfectly in his.

One day, he stood by the Liyue harbor, gazing out at the waves, and a wave of panic washed over him. [name] was slipping away from his mind, and he couldn't stop it. Every detail, every laugh, every touch – they were all fading, and Xiao felt like he was losing [name] all over again.

Zhongli, always the wise one, tried to console him. "Xiao, memories may fade, but the emotions you shared are timeless."

Xiao's gaze was distant, lost in the past. "How can I move on from someone I loved for hundreds of years? It's like letting go of a part of myself."

But then, a day that felt like an echo from history happened. [name] stood before him, as if time had bowed to their love. Xiao's jaw dropped, eyes wide like a Geo traveler who just found a rare artifact.

"[Name]?" he gasped, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

[name]'s grin was familiar, the twinkle in his eyes undiminished. "I told you I'd find my way back."

And in that moment, the years melted away, the pain dissolved, and time seemed irrelevant. Xiao rushed forward, unable to hold back his tears, his emotions like a flood bursting through a dam.

"[Name], I... I thought I'd lost you forever," he stammered, voice quivering.

[name] pulled him into a tight embrace, his warmth a reminder that they were real, that they were here. "I'm here now, Xiao. And I'm not going anywhere."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the centuries seemed like a distant memory. The forgotten memories resurfaced, the laughter echoed like a long-lost melody, and their love, well, it was stronger than ever. Time might have tried to erase their story, but it had failed, because in the end, love was the ultimate conqueror.

ᝰ.ᐟ and every night I feel it right now, I wish you were here with me.

#♡ ;; kiskisur ! #amab reader #x male reader #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #x bottom male reader #x ftm reader #𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~ #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #genshin xiao x male reader #genshin xiao x reader #genshin xiao x ftm reader #genshin xiao x reader ansft #THIS IS BREAKING MT HEART DTOP

[cloudseeker14]

Wistful Dreams (Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader)

Summary : A good friendship is something that is rare for even the strongest sorcerer in the world to come across. Surely, he'd do anything to keep it, right? Even if his heart was screaming otherwise.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst with sad ending

Gojo Satoru had never doubted himself of being strong. He could bring down entire hordes of curses with just a snap of his fingers, a mere mention of his name would have the enemies of the Jujitsu world trembling with terror.

Yet, when he saw you, with your wild laughter and the way it rang in his ears like the most melodious tune, he felt weakened.

"Toru, you have no idea how bad that date was!" You chuckle, plopping onto the couch "I don't know what Shoko was thinking setting me up with him, the poor dude was straight up trying to worship the very ground I walk on to get in my pants."

Toru, a nickname that only you had shared for him. The sound of it from your lips, how it seemed to bewitch every single sense of his, Satoru wanted to bottle it up just to keep hearing it again and again.

"Oh yeah?" Satoru grabbed a bowl of popcorn and say next to you, grinning "Well, do you know what can be better than some date you can have with any of those dudes?"

"Let me guess, that popcorn you generously have in your hands right now?" You asked, lips curling into smile.

A part of Satoru wanted to scream that it was him. He could be better than any of those idiots you went out to see. Afterall, how could he not be when he knew every single aspect of you as well as the back of his hand?

Would anyone else know all your favourite shows and books? Would they know exactly how you like your tea, the type of bands you enjoy or how to hug you tight while you weep into their shoulder?

"Yeah and this new thriller movie that's been released." Satoru' eyes gleamed with mischeif but the pang in his chest still remained.

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead dramatically. "Toru, you know I hate horror!"

The blue eyed man chuckled at your plight. "You can keep whining all you want, but if I say we are watching The Shining, then that's the only damn thing that's going to be playing on the TV tonight."

You rolled your eyes with mock offense and playfully jabbed him in the shoulder, an ordinary routine for you which still succeeded in elciting a deep stirring of longing in Satoru heart.

How would it feel to hold you close, whisper all the frantic thoughts that have been running through his head for years in your ear?

Would your lips taste as sweet as how he imagined them in his dreams?

"You do know that you might be the Jujitsu world's biggest asshole, right?" You leaned over and grabbed some popcorn from Satoru as he grabbed the TV remote, shaking it annoyingly in front of your face.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Satoru smiled, but there was a strange softness in his expression that went unnoticed to your gaze.

It was for the best that you didn't notice because Satoru knew, deep down in the icy depths of his pride and arrogance that was bellowing at him to just tell you, that you deserved a man better than him.

You deserved someone who could give all their time to you. Someone who would usher you away from all the dangers of the world of curses, not someone like him whose very companionship would mean facing countless trials with curses determined to find the weakness of the greatest Jujitsu sorcerer.

By just being a sorcerer yourself, you came home beaten up every weekend from all the curses out for your blood. Being his would be equivalent to signing a death warrant, you'd never get a moment of peace for your whole life.

Satoru couldn't do that to you.

The movie went on for a few hours and with every scream that escaped your lips from all the blood and gore, each time your arm unknowingly brushed against his own, Satoru had to mentally restrain himself from just kissing you right then and there.

Once the movie was over, Satoru sat with you and listened to your remarks, resting his head on his hand.

"And that scene where blood just spurted from the sink was crazy!" You exclaimed animatedly "I'll admit it, this movie was better than what I expected!"

"Now this is why you should have some trust in me when it comes to movies." Satoru said smugly, adoration filling his soul itself as he drunk in your glee.

He couldn't allow himself to be too close to you, not if it meant endangering your life and health. Just being your friend and a part of your life would be enough if it meant just getting to be around you. Even if every thought in his body protested at the sight of you being set up on dates, though his own mind betrayed himself every night with indulgent fantasies of you, he'd make himself be satisfied with just being your friend.

Gojo Satoru could never have a weakness, especially not one as disadvantageous as a lover.

--

Satoru walked through the campus of Jujtisu High, aimlessly going through his phone after returning from one of his missions. It'd been quite simple and hadn't even succeeding in piquing the tiniest bit of his interest.

"God know why they needed me for something so simple." Gojo muttered to himself and put his phone in the pocket of his pants "I swaer to god, it's almost as if they're trying to keep me-"

All his words fell short, lodging in his throat as he saw a sight that he'd been dreading forever. There you were, stunning as always with your face perfectly framed by the setting sun as you kissed some man deeply, your fingers tangled in the locks of his black hair as you pressed your body against his chest.

Gojo Satoru could only continue watching in horror as the man placed his hands firmly on your hips with such familiarity and pulled you closer. At that moment, Satoru didn't even knew who the hell that man was but he could clearly witness that you both fit against each other like missing pieces of a puzzle.

He saw you pull away, your face flushed and lips pink from the ministrations of your lover as you giggled, not even noticing Satoru's presence in your gaze.

Gojo Satoru, for the first time in his life, walked away. He turned on his heel and continued walking in the opposite direction as the bottom of his lips trembled.

What else should he have expected? Of course you'd have someone in your life, someone who'd make you happy in all the ways he couldn't.

He knew that this had been inevitable, but goddamnit the tears that were unashamedly welling up in his eyes paid no heed to that fact.

--

There are certain moments in life where one must control the whirlwind of regrets in their heart.

Gojo Satoru could recall experiencing this when you introduced your boyfriend to him, all smiles and laughter. Your lover had firmly shook Satoru's hand, speaking bashfully of how amazing you are.

When you and your boyfriend looked at each other, as much as Satoru cursed the sight before him in his head, he couldn't deny the attraction between the two of you.

One you obviously didn't share for him.

But the day his very strength, his arrogance and pride as a sorcerer died within him and burnt to ashes on a pyre was when he saw you walk down the aisle.

You'd given him the invitation, practically brimming with joy and blissfully unaware of the tumultuous mirage of emotions as his heart and mind engaged in a tense conflict with each other.

Gojo Satoru felt breathless as you walked down the aisle, absolutely radiant in your wedding dress.

Satoru knew you were beautiful, but at that moment with the way your hair was let down, how the dress clutched your curves and the wind which gently made your veil flutter in the wind, he couldn't deny that you were the most stunning woman that could ever grace his eyes.

As you continued walking ahead, a small part of Satoru wanted you to look at him for just an instant. To give him a sign, anything that you suddenly didn't want this. That he could whisk you away even if he could never fully give himself to you.

But your gaze was far ahead, eyes only for the man soon to be your husband and in all your awe, you didn't even spare a single second for Gojo Satoru.

Satoru's hands trembled as he forced himself to stare at the ground, unable to look any longer. If gods did exist in this world of vicious curses, Satoru was helplessly praying to ones he'd never believed in just for all this to turn out to be a figment of his imagination.

"Y/N, do you take this man as your husband and swear to stay by his side during sickness and health, during all the moments of happiness and sadness that life will have to offer the both of you?"

Satoru forced himself to look up and he could swear that he could feel his heart shatter like glass thrown forcefully against a pavement once he saw you nod your head, tears of joy running down your face. "Yes, of course I do." You clasped your hands, eyes brimming with excitement of the prospects that awaited you in the future.

Unbeknownst to you, there was someone else who was crying in the altar with you. It wasn't your husband, who instead chose to gently caress your face and wipe away your tears with his rough, calloused hand. It wasnt your mother or any of your family members, who were all rather elated at witnessing you during this moment.

It was Gojo Satoru, tears streaming down his face as he bit down the inside of his cheek to choke down the sobs that threatened to spill from his lips. Thankfully, no one noticed him. How could they, when you could simply steal everyone's breath away with a simple flick of your hand?

"Does anyone have any objections?" The priest asked and all the guests smiled cheekily, this was just a mere formality that no one ever adhered to.

But for Satoru, those words seemed to awaken a sense of courage he didn't even know existed to him. Proclamations of love and longing, of how he knew that he could make you happy made its way to the tip of his tongue, only to crumble away as he saw your expression of delight as you gazed into the eyes of the man you loved.

Gojo Satoru was a man of many spades, he was nonchalant, full of himself and always determined to get what he wants.

But he couldn't bring himself to be the villain of your love story, not if it meant seeing that smile disappear from your face on your special day.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife!" The priest proclaimed, the chance for Satoru to open the dam of emotions that had been welling up within him for years vanishing with just those simple words.

Satoru's eyes never left your face as your husband wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. Even then, Satoru couldnt let go of the countless 'what ifs' in his head.

What if he'd been selfish and allowed himself to love you? Would he have been the one to be by your side as your husband instead? Would he have been given the honor of waking up to you each morning and falling asleep with you in his arms? Would the two of you have grown old together after having stepped away from the chaos of the Jujitsu world?

A part of him died inside as your gently cupped your husband's face and pressed your lips against his, hues of pink subtly dusting over your cheeks.

You and your husband pulled apart and you squealed as you were lifted into the sky by his strong arms.

At that instant, a cruel realisation dawned upon Satoru.

This was his price for being the strongest, as much as he devoted himself to the entire Jujtisu world, the few people who knew him beyond just the facade of the cocky sorcerer would keep being snatched away from him by fate.

A lonely life was all that awaited him and the words that he desperately wanted to scream would remain locked within the closure of his heart.

I love you.

Those words would never be heard, instead they would only be replaying in his head for nights to come as he'd toss and turn at the thought of you enjoying a sweet life with another man, even though all he wanted was to be the one for you.

There'd be nights where he'd curse the entirely of Jujitsu, detesting his destiny that had been set in stone from the instant he'd been born.

But all of that meant nothing when he saw how you smiled, exactly like the way which had enchanted him when the two of you had first met as you walked up to him, arm in arm with your husband.

And in that fleeting moment, Gojo Satoru smiled back wryly, the gesture a broken attempt at trying to brush aside the throbbing of his aching heart.

"Go on lovebirds, dont keep all the guests waiting!" Satoru chuckled weakly, motioning for you to go ahead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding as you grinned and rushed over to your mother.

As he continued to watch you for the rest of the night, the alcohol his sole companion for the event, Satoru supposed the old stories he had read as a kid were right.

The human heart was a fickle thing, always longing for the things it simply cannot have the most.

And you, you would be his one weakness.

The only thing he'd still keep running back to, a curse and blessing all in one.

#gojo satoru x female reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #angst with a sad ending #satorugojo #satoru x you #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader angst #jjk #angst no comfort

[dreamlifebunny]

it doesn't matter where you came from, what matters is that you're here now.

one thing that really bugs me about spiritual communities in general (reality shifting, law of assumption, non dualism, etc.) is that a lot of people shame others for not understanding things or for believing in things that are limiting when they first start out. i mean, i understand the frustration - anons can ask a thousand questions that could be answered if they read pinned posts, and we all just want everyone to abandon their limiting beliefs and just get it.

but the fact is that we were born in a society that teaches us that we are limited and that some things are impossible, from the time that we are small until we find these teachings, and we are slowly undoing them through exploration and self-inquiry. it's an overwhelming and tricky journey, filled with so many beautiful highs and a lot of devastating lows, and i feel like everyone deserves a whole lot of compassion when searching for answers. i know i needed love and compassion when i first started, because my ego was scared and sad and was searching for answers in order to feel loved and secure. being told i was dumb and having someone be frustrated with me for my questions was the last thing i needed to become self-actualized. i know that everyone is different, but this is just my experience, so i wanted to share it.

my beliefs are constantly evolving into what brings me more peace and understanding. in the beginning, i wouldn't have been able to believe that my assumptions create my reality (law of assumption) if i hadn't been introduced to the idea of reality shifting. i wouldn't have understood the fact that this life is just beautiful dream and that my true Self is the dreamer (non dualism) if i hadn't first been able to separate my "imagination" from my "real life" (3D and 4D from law of assumption). these were all stepping stones in my understanding of the greater ideas that i needed to get to, and i feel no shame in formerly having beliefs or practices that i don't identify with anymore. i don't believe that you should have shame, either, regardless of where you are at in your journey of self-discovery and creative power.

i get so sad when i see bloggers shaming others for not understanding things when all of this is so fucking difficult to grasp when one is first starting out. i mean, we come from societies that have beliefs as foolish and damaging as skin colour making you inferior, or that gender is binary and you can't express yourself the way you feel inside. with beliefs such as these, of course the beliefs of anything being possible and the fictional being real are going to sound impossible and profoundly false. in my personal opinion, the tough love approach has never helped me - compassion and patience has. i feel like so many people believe and understand that we are all one and have a great understanding of the truth of things, and yet go around and are rude to those seeking answers. it just feels so pathetic to me to see bullying of those seeking answers when they're literally just an extension of the answerer. anons are showing up with silly questions because bloggers expect them to have silly questions. and i realize that even this is hypocritical of me to say because i could just choose to see a spiritual community full of love and compassion instead of what i'm seeing, but i still wanted to share this while i unravel my own hypocrisy.

i feel like if you are wanting to be a teacher of others, you have to take on the responsibility that being a teacher holds, which includes patience, patience, and more patience. that's just my own perspective at least, and everyone is welcome to have their own, but my favourite teachers have been ones that guide me to my own answers with patience and compassion. i am also profoundly sensitive and feel wilty when others are cruel to me, so maybe i'm just trying to speak out to those who feel similarly, because this is a post i wish i could have read when i first started my journey. ultimately, everyone can do, be, and say whatever they like - it's their own blog after all - but i just want to be a voice of compassion to anyone who is in the beginning stages of learning about the law of assumption, non dualism, or reality shifting. it all comes down to the same profound teachings that we are, at our core, limitless.

all of this is to say that i am proud of you. you are doing a good, great, amazing job. you are worthy of love and goodness in your life no matter what others may make you feel. you are worthy of the absolute best and nothing less. it is a hard journey at times, but it is a worthwhile journey, and you are brave and creative and beautiful for taking the steps to expand and give yourself the best life. you deserve compassion and love and patience, and i am rooting for you every step of the way. i hope you are rooting for yourself, too.

ultimately, it doesn't matter where you got your beliefs. what matters is: does it feel right to you? does it make you feel connected to your true, unlimited Self? does it open up your world and your heart to the endless possibilities available to you? does it give you peace? if so, it doesn't matter what practice or teaching you believe in. you are your own greatest teacher.

it doesn't matter where you came from, what beliefs you once held, or who you've been in the past. what matters is that you are here, learning and growing, learning how to give yourself the most beautiful experiences that your creative power has to offer. be kind to yourself and remember that we're all just trying to expand and love and open ourselves up.

#not sure how to tag this one considering its just a loving rant. but yeah #law of assumption #non dualism #sensitive bb bunny strikes again #bunny's originals #even now i'm worried that someone is gonna be mean to me about this post LOL gjhsghjgf #sensitivity is a blessing and a curse #neville goddard #edward art

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Well, ig it's time for me to talk about one of my favorite lores and streamers at this point.

Fit MC of 2B2T and his tragedy.

Honestly, when I watched the launch of QSMP I was full on Philza watcher. I never knew Fit before, but I was charmed by his voice, humor and friendship with crow father. And honestly I never even expected any lore from him, so when his first lore stream happened I was pleasantly surprised! So, I really want to express how much I love Fit's lore. It's not in your face and has a lot of subtle hints and build up. Honestly, it's not an essay but rather an expression of true admiration of masterful story telling in form of incoherent ramblings.

(I'll try to compose it, but I can't promise it'll always be coherent)

So let's start with quick review of his lore. FitMC of 2B2T is, evidently from the oldest anachy server. It's described as wasteland, where you can't trust or be trusted. Once he was approached by a person, whom Fit can't remember. It was a contractor who sent our favorite war criminal to the Qsmp with a mission to steal player data. Everything up from there is in vods.

Well, it is a great start, isn't it? At this point we have a very sad start. Practically no trust and emotional connection to anything. The eternal destruction, explosions, deaths and betrayals don't teach you anything different. So once he came to the server, I imagine, Fit didn't care about anything but mission. Player data and that's all, but right from the start this mindset started to change because of the greatest misfortunes of any mercenary or a 2b2t player. Emotional connection.

So now let me break this up into some sections.

Philza: you really thought I won't bring him up? As a greatest (platonic) Fitza/Wallflower duo enjoyer or just a Phil watcher, I couldn't leave him out of this post. I really think that Fit's learning started with crow father. From the start we know that they're at least are acquaintances. But throughout all this months they grew into something more. Philza's trust is hard to get, but if you get it this'll be worth it. Yet Fit got it. Throughout the good old days of Qsmp, when everything was easier, Fitza always were together. No matter was it a life threat or a camping trip with kids, they're with each other. Trusting to each other enough to letting each other in eggs' homes. And after feces hit the fan, it didn't change. A person, who was taught to never trust a soul and to survive no matter what, was standing there, saying "I'm with you, Phil" In the midst of attack. The trust between them is just incomprehensible. A paranoid hardcore survivor and a war criminal, with a lot of secrets and separetion anxiety, became best friends. If anything goes South for Phil, Fit'll be spying, controlling situation. If a wise crow ever starts loosing his sense of reality, this soaked in blood hand will lay on his shoulder, reassuringly. And it isn't one sided. If Fit needs anything Philza instantly passes him it ("You're too good to me"). Phil shares everything he can with Fit and even trusted the Dream to him. And Fit even had a small separation anxiety attack, just cuz Phil was gone for a few seconds. They are so close, Fit even considered letting in Phil on his purpose, Aaaaah... They're gonna be the death of me. Philza learned Fit friendship/ platonic love.

"You [Phil] and I [Fit].... We walk into churches and they burn just by our presence."

Ramon: the baby boy made in heaven by God himself. There's so much to be said here. Once again, coming into the island, Fit never expected to connect with someone, especially to have a son. After having a rocky relationship with Spreen was left one on one with a child. The absurdity of situation is just as laughable, as ironic. A man, who's hobby was killing kids with no back thought, was now stuck with a child, having no idea of how to raise him. And, honestly, he did pretty good! He gave Ramon freedom, but always was here, close enough to help if needed. Of course he wasn't the saint, yet he always tried to be as honest as he could, even letting him on the "Family secret". Ramon loves his dad, and it's obvious by how he helps Fit with his job, building him a communication with his contractor. The little one even taught this cold person to be kinder and more open. They only have each other. And Fit is ready to do anything if it means he'd get to leave with his baby boy by his side. Also I don't wanna hear a scrap about 2b2t historian not caring about his son's disappearance. He does. After behaving and distancing himself from his past antics, he decided to burn the ship, where Ramon lost his first life, just to avenge his baby. He visits his sons house every stream, looking if maybe he came back. If you want any prove of how much they care about each other search Ramon's graduation. They made each other better and their love is just aaahhh. I love them. Ramon taught Fit parental love.

"Baby boy, made in heaven, by God himself.."

PacTW: the last, but not least, Pacman himself. Oooh, love, oooh, lover boy.... Now, I haven't watched a lot of their interactions, but from all I've seen they're suuuuper in love/crush. All those little glances to each other, protection, quality time... Honestly, I think these two videos explain everything. They trust each other and at least have a crush on each other. And once again, there're a lot of small moments that prove this point. Fit having a small panic attack over not seeing pac for a few seconds and even helping to find Walter Bob and Mike. And Pac, no matter how much he loves Mike, didn't drop Fit after the latter was accused of being a traitor. Love is blooming, and even though it's "baby steps" These are still steps. It takes a lot to relearn trust and especially this kind of intimacy, when all you knew before was war, betrayal and lie. And thus Pac taught him love and trust.( I'm not big on shipping but every time hide duo hug my life gets a little better).

"Baby steps, chat. Baby steps. (Puts roses Pac gifted him)"

But, why did I call Fit and his fate tragic, and then just list all the good interactions Qsmp gave him. After all he experienced at 2b2t , this island seems like a heaven. But, Fit was, is, and forever will be stranger at the paradise (this man is way too good at presenting lore. Even music gives us soo much things to think about... I love it.). No matter how much Fit loves people around him and feels this being reciprocated, he'll never have this full closure. He knows and believes that once everyone knew his mission, they'll hate him. Even people I listed before. He'll never be fully honest with anyone (apart from Ramon), and no matter how people love him. Fit truly feels for Baghera, when she told him about her past and her fear of telling it to BBH. It is literally what he struggles with. This dialogue has a lot of good foils and parallels. The fear of their past, full trust/ forced lie, darkness/ light, and eventually positive outlook. Baghera was eventually able to trust Bad with her secret, yet Fit wasn't. But this paradise spoiled this war criminal. It made him more trusting, more social. Fit can't now be alone, cuz he connected with people. This server, though is full of secrets, lies and danger, is still a paradise. A heaven on earth for a lonely man...

So the last part of this long ahh post is about his desire. The one thing that convinced Fit to go to qsmp. Freedom. Which he doesn't have. By making this deal with Contractor he fell into the trap. He must to find this player data, or else he'll return to the world he tried to escape. For forever. With no way out. But once he came to the server, Cucurucho will never let him go. So he's now in double trap. Yet the biggest trap is Ramon. He's prepared to sacrifice everything for his baby boy, and can't leave the island without him. And without Ramon Fit wouldn't be able to contact the contractor. So in creating connections, Fit traps himself further.

I can't really call it a character analysis, but it's all I see in Fit's lore. A very lonely war criminal, that got so tired of distrust and destruction, that he agreed on a spy mission. But once his mission started he learned how to love and care, that he trapped himself further. Love isn't a miracle that saves you, but it's a very useful tool. Once you learn to understand and reciprocate it, life may become better. (Sorry, it's super cheesy, but I think it encompasses Fits character very good) .

Fit is a spy. They're not supposed to have a family and love, because they can't stay for long. And I think at first, Fit saw everything and everyone as just a means to an end. Just the player data. But after all that has passed he can't be the same. He has a son, friends and a possible love interest. Will he be able to still continue his mission? Will he still betray them and they're trust? I don't know.

But I now I love how cc! Fit does his lore. It isn't so in the face and doesn't affects other, yet it is so layered. Everything is so important down to the music choice aaaaagh. I don't even pretend to analyse everything in his lore like contractor, memory loss, head aches and ect.

I just love it. It's marvelous.

#qsmp #q fitmc #qsmp fitmc #fitmc #q philza #qsmp philza #philza #q pac #qsmp pac #pactw #qsmp ramón #qsmp ramon #qsmp rambles #qsmp analysis #qsmp character analysis #fitmc lore #this rabbit hole is so deep yet so interesting #btw i hope it's obvious that i talked about characters this whole post. apart from start and finish. #also sorry for ramblings and terrible English. #I've said it before and I'll say it again. English isn't my first language; sorry #hide duo #wallflowerduo #hideduo #fitza #qsmp baghera #q baghera

[lucy90712]

Gavi- Fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Gavi loves every part of you but physically the thing he finds the most attractive about you is your eyes. He loves to stare into your eyes he's just finds them so mesmerising he could spend hours lost in them if you would let him. You don't see it but he sees the way your eyes sparkle when you are happy and even more so when you are laughing and he just loves it, especially when he's the one making your eyes sparkle it makes him feel good about himself. The only thing he doesn't like about them is how they break his heart when you are sad as they give away how you feel before you are even saying anything. He does everything he can to keep you happy so that he doesn't have to see the sadness in your eyes.

When it comes to personality traits Gavi was instantly attracted to how kind you were. When you first met one of the first things he saw you do was hold open a door for someone who was carrying a load of things and then offer to help them. Since that day you have always done things like that and Gavi loves it he can't stand people that he thinks are rude so knowing that you are so kind and genuine had him falling extra hard. The fact that you do these things when no one is around to watch is what helps him know that you are genuinely kind and not just doing it to impress people and he likes that in a person.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He definitely wants a family but way in the future. Family is important to him so he knows he wants one of his own and he wouldn't want it to be with anyone other than you. Having kids is something the two of you had talked about but never in much detail as it is quite clear that it will be a good few years before you even really seriously consider having them. That being said he has thought about it quite a lot because he likes to think about what the future will be like for the two of you. He would like to have at least two kids and preferably they would be somewhat close in age because he likes the bond he has with his sister and wants that for his family too. Those thoughts are all things for the future but when that day comes he is incredibly excited to start a family with you.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Gavi just loves to cuddle in general when he's with you he always has an arm around you so when he has free time with you it is usually spent cuddling. Most of the time he likes to be big spoon because he likes being able to hold you and know that you are safe as he is quite protective but sometimes he likes to be held. After a hard day of training or a bad match he likes to come back to you and just be in your arms which usually involves him laying on your chest as you play with his hair. It's safe to say that cuddling is one of Gavi's favourite pastimes although if you said that to any of his friends he would kill you because he likes to pretend that he's not a complete softy.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

He thinks about the future a lot despite being young he likes to think about what his life will be like in a few years time. From early on it was clear to him that you were the one so whenever he thinks about the future you always feature in some shape or form. He always imagines getting married to you and living in a nice house in Barcelona which you will share with pets and however many kids you have. Of course he has thought about if he were to move clubs what life would be like but wherever he ends up as long as it's with you he doesn't really mind.

E = Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

On the pitch he has a very short fuse and loses his temper quickly but he isn't really the same off the pitch. On the odd occasion he will get mad like any normal person but he never lashes out at you like he does on the pitch and he almost never raises his voice around you either. Surprisingly he is quite good at expressing his emotions with you but that's because he believes a successful relationship is built on communication so whatever he is feeling he always tells you so that later it doesn't become an issue. Most of the time he's pretty easy going and usually at the end of the day he's smiling but sometimes he has a bad day but you always make him feel better. He is also pretty good when it comes to your emotions he will allow you to vent to him about whatever and if you end up crying he will comfort you.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

It didn't take long for Gavi to know that he was in love with you because he'd never felt so strongly for anyone and he didn't think he would ever feel like that for anyone else. Although he fell for you over the course of a few months there was one particular moment when he realised just how deeply in love he was. It was a day when you hadn't really done anything you had met him after training and just spent the rest of the day laying on the sofa but when it got dark you suggested going outside to look at the night sky. You had done that together before but that night when you were pointing to the stars and getting really excited to see a planet in the distance Gavi realised he never wanted to experience little moments like this with anyone else. He knew that he could never love someone else as much as he loved you in that moment.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

He is very grateful to have you in his life because he knows that he would be so lost without you. All the little things you do he notices like when you go over to his place and organise a few things that are out of place or when he goes over to yours and you make sure that he has all of his training stuff ready for when he leaves in the morning. He also really appreciates everything else you do for him whether that be listen to him vent about a bad day without complaining or drive him to training despite hating the amount of people there is waiting for the players. If he thanked you for everything you did for him that would be all he says everyday but he still tells you many times throughout the day how much he appreciates you and that only increases on days like Valentine's Day or your anniversary. Gavi is very grateful and he wants you to know it.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Gavi thinks communication is really important so he doesn't like to keep secrets from you. He is also really bad at keeping things from you there are many times he's nearly given away surprises because he's so used to telling you everything. It doesn't help that you can read him like a book so whenever he's trying to keep a secret to surprise you you always know something is up with him even if you don't know what. As much as he hates not telling you everything there are some things which Gavi will never tell you but he does it to protect you. He is honest but also protective so the things he keeps from you are things that would hurt you if you found out. No one could get him to tell you the things he has seen written or said about you because he doesn't want you to have to deal with that.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Gavi is no stranger to getting injured himself and it doesn't really bother him anymore but as soon as you get hurt he goes into protective mode. It could be the tiniest injury like a small cut on your finger and he will be constantly checking that you are alright even though after you put a bandage on you are completely fine. Any bigger injury like a sprain or a broken bone you can barely get him to leave your side. He will bring you food and do other things for you even if you are more than capable of doing them yourself. When he's around you will recover much quicker because he knows all the tricks to help recovery and he will make you do physio until you are all better.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He gets very jealous but not because he doesn't trust you because he doesn't trust other guys. The amount of times you go out together and guys will flirt with you while he is right there drives him insane. Gavi isn't great at dealing with his jealousy whenever he gets jealous he gets extra clingy and has to have an arm around you to show people that you are his. On a few occasions his jealousy has got him into arguments with other guys who thinks it's ok to flirt with you even after you tell them to leave you alone but he never regrets it because he won't just stand around and see someone that isn't him give you that much attention. Over time he gets a bit better with his jealousy but only because you always reassure him that you don't want any other guy and because you let him have an arm around your waist when you go out which shows other guys that you are taken.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Gavi is obsessed with neck kisses he loves to give them and receive them. It's his favourite place to kiss you if you spend the night together he will kiss your neck when you wake up and he will randomly kiss your neck throughout the day. As much as he loves to kiss your neck is makes him melt when you do it to him whenever you kiss him he will have a smile on his face for the rest of the day. Usually kisses from Gavi are full of passion because that's just how he is especially when he kisses your lips he puts all of his love into the kiss every time. The only time Gavi will kiss you softly is when he's tired like late at night or very early in the morning but you love those soft kisses as they usually come along with a string of compliments from Gavi.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

You say it first but only because he's too worried about scaring you off to say it first. It takes a while for you to say it because you are just as worried as him about saying it too soon and ruining things but eventually you get the courage to say it. You only say it because Pedri managed to convince you that Gavi was in love with you but just too scared to admit it which he did because he was sick of hearing Gavi worry about losing you. Instead of saying it in a special moment like you planned you ended up blurting it out randomly in the middle of a conversation which took Gavi by surprise but he still said it back quickly. Hearing you say it makes him feel so much more confident in your relationship and from that day in he is always saying how much he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favorite memory together?)

His favourite memory is from the first time you went away just the two of you. During the off-season he had a few days where he didn't have anything to do so the two of you decided to go to Portugal for a few days. His favourite memory comes from the first day of the trip when you went to the beach together. You had been sitting in the sun for a while before both going into the water and you were trying to get in slowly as the water was cold but Gavi had other ideas and started to splash you. You took it for a while before getting him back and starting a water fight between the two of you which Gavi won in the end. The reason that's his favourite memory is because he can still clearly remember the way your face went from shock to laughing to a devious smile before you got him back. For some reason he just loved that moment and it always stays in his mind.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He does like to buy you things but he doesn't go overboard. On special occasions he will go all out and get you all sorts of presents but other than that if he buys you anything it is usually flowers to show his appreciation. Gavi likes to make days like your birthday special so he doesn't like to give you things year round because then when he picks out gifts for you they don't seem as meaningful. Of course he would love to get you anything you could possibly want but he holds back so when you get gifts from him they always have meaning behind them or are things you have wanted but would never buy for yourself. He isn't against spending money on you as he once got you a new car as yours was falling apart but he doesn't do it all the time as believe it or not he is quite sensible with money.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

When Gavi is really in love it is very obvious to everyone around him. Sometimes Pedri gets sick of him when he just constantly talking about you and all the little things you have done or said the day before. No one can get Gavi to stop talking about you so they just get used to tuning him out when he starts to bring you up as they know they will be there for a long time. His teammates always know when the two of you had an argument as until you make up Gavi will be sulking and just not be himself he even plays worse if you are in the middle of an argument. He is always at his happiest when he's just talked to you or been with you in person which the people around him think is sweet but they do tease him about it.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Gavi has about a million nicknames for you but his favourites are mi amor and carino but he will still call you babe on the odd occasion.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they're always asking?)

He is always asking how your day has been or just how you are. He also often ask where you want to go out to dinner or what you want to do when you time together although he usually ends up making those decisions as you are too indecisive.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day he likes to just curl up on the sofa with the tv on. Usually you will move from laying in bed to laying on the sofa and Gavi will put a movie on which you don’t really pay too much attention to as you both end up just talking about nothing. Neither of you move very far and only really get up to go to the bathroom or get food which includes ordering dinner as neither of you want to cook. The day ends with you falling asleep on Gavi's chest while he is playing fifa with his friends so he stops playing and carries you up to bed where you go back to cuddling until he falls asleep too.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

He cheers himself up by seeing you. Whenever he's having a bad day or is upset by something he will go and see you so that you can hold him and distract him by talking about something else. Nothing cheers him up like you do so even if he can't see you in person he has to FaceTime with you so that he can see your face and talk to you. If you are having a hard time he will do anything to make you feel better whether that is just letting you cry to let out your feelings or doing whatever you want to. Quite often to cheer you up he will take you out on a date because then he can spoil you to make you feel better again. He is very good at cheering you up because he just makes you laugh until you forget about whatever was upsetting you before.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He will talk about anything but most of the time the conversation revolves around football in some way or another. He is always talking about training or a game but he is so passionate about it that you never mind and could listen to him all day. He does have the ability to talk about other things on occasion and usually that is whatever you are interested in whether it be work or a hobby he will ask you questions about it and talk about it with you.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

He knows you better than anyone else does over your relationship he has paid attention to every little thing you say so whenever anyone asks him something about you even something like what you were wearing on your first date he can tell them. Any little thing about you he picks up on to the point that he has learnt what any of your little actions mean so if you are anxious he can always pick up on it and so will do whatever he needs to to help you.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him he always says that you are the best thing to ever happen to him so it's safe to say he values you a lot. Football of course is important to him but you are definitely with more to him than that because even without football he'd be happy as long as he has you. Many things are important to Gavi like his friends and family but if he had to pick one thing to be his top priority it would be you because he spends most of his time with you and can't picture his life without you.  

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

It would be a good few years into your relationship because you are young when you first get together but he always knows that one day he would propose. He would plan the moment out for ages he would make sure that everything would be perfect before the day because he knows he will be really nervous despite knowing you would say yes. He actually proposes on your 4 year anniversary he sets up a day filled with activities which ends with a walk on the beach. While walking he just randomly stops and because he has hold of your hand it makes you stop and turn around. When you turn around he is down on one knee with a ring box in his hand as he recites a little speech he spent weeks preparing. It was an emotional moment but of course you said yes which made Gavi a whole lot calmer.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Gavi is quite an affectionate person so as long as there isn’t too many people around he will have an arm around your waist and give you the occasional kiss. When out in public he will hold your hand and that’s usually as far as he will go because he knows that someone will film his every move so if he does anymore it will end up all over social media. If you are somewhere where there are loads of guys around trying to flirt with you he will have an arm obviously around your waist but he only does that on occasion. When with friends he doesn’t care as much about hiding how affectionate he is he will do whatever he wants which is usually cuddle with you and gives you loads of kisses which he does get teased for but he really doesn’t care.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

He hates to be away from you but he can cope for a few days as long as he can FaceTime you every night. When he has to be away for longer than a few days or is in a time zone that is so different from the one that you are in that he doesn’t get to talk to you he is a nightmare to be around. He just mopes around all day everyday until he goes back home and can finally see you again. When he’s not home he insists on you texting him throughout the day telling him whatever you are doing and sending pictures so he can see your face while he does whatever he has to be doing. Gavi will always much prefer to be with you whether that be at home or somewhere else but he knows that can’t always happen so he tries not to complain to you too much as he doesn’t want you to feel bad he just moans to his friends instead.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Gavi would do pretty much anything for your relationship. He’s not afraid to make any sacrifices necessary to keep your relationship healthy because to him they aren’t sacrifices they are just things he has to do as part of life. You could list Gavi a million things and there would be very few things that he wouldn’t do if they meant keeping your relationship. Even without telling anyone it’s clear that he would go to great lengths for your relationship which usually means people don’t try and push him as they know he will take the leap if he has to.

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[alearicci]

“you're losing me, charles” – CL16.

pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader(but name in fic Ann); charles leclerc x ex-girlfriend.

summary: the most difficult breaking is when you and her love each other, but the decision can no longer be changed.

warning: break up, hurt/comfort, sad, a little bit social media au.

song to read: you're losing me - taylor swift.

note: this is just my understanding of how a girl can act when parting. In your thoughts it may be different, but this is a story with my fantasy fiction and therefore, I ask you to treat it with understanding.

It was too painful to write, I feel very bad about parting with people I once loved.

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Charles Leclerc was sitting on the bed, looking at a photograph of him and his girlfriend Ann standing on the bedside table. The weight of the impending decision weighed heavily on his heart. But he understood that there was no other way out. That if he didn't tell her right now, he wouldn't be able to later. Then this belated conversation can aggravate the situation and make it much worse for both her and him. Charles took the photo in his hands and took the picture out of the frame. He smiled sadly as soon as his eyes met the girl in the photo. Ann. She was always there for him and gave him sincere love. She provided him with such necessary support, gave him the opportunity to feel needed.

Charles involuntarily thought about the day when this photo was taken. It seems that it was the first time she came to a family dinner in his family. Ann immediately liked his mother and brothers, which made the racer very happy. And how can someone not like such a girl?

Charles really loved her. He loved her with all his heart.

But now his heart is asking him to let her go.

The world-famous Formula 1 racer, determined to succeed in his career, knew that sacrifices were inevitable, but he never imagined that he would have to choose between career and love.

He was so eager to become a professional driver, did everything to make his dream come true. He could stay up all night thinking about how to improve the car, he trained until he lost consciousness, he squeezed everything out of himself to succeed. But how can you live without love in our cruel world?

He dreamed of returning home after a hard workout, spending time with his beloved and telling about the past day at the racetrack. He dreamed of seeing his girlfriend in the paddock, she would be wearing his trademark cap and would glow with happiness when he crossed the finish line in the top three. He dreamed of celebrating victory until morning and knowing that his sleeping beauty was waiting for him at home.

He got it and now he will lose it of his own free will. Funny, isn't it? When you love a person and when he loves you, you don't give up on him. But this time it's different.

Ann walked slowly into the room, noticing the thoughtful expression on Charles' face and their shared photo in her hands. A certain anxiety and misunderstanding of the whole situation filled her eyes as she walked towards him.

"Honey, what's wrong? I don't recognize you lately. Are you okay?"

Charles took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. It turned out pretty damn bad. He couldn't bring himself to say those terrible words.

"Ann, we need to talk. Please sit down."

Ann sat down next to him, her hand gently touching his arm.

"Of course, Charles. What is it?"

He gently stroked her fingers with his own, finding solace in her touch before breaking the news that would destroy her in just a couple of seconds. And, it is unlikely that he will ever be able to touch her like that again.

"I... I think we should break up."

Ann's eyes widened in disbelief, she let out a nervous laugh and muttered.

"Break up? Charles, are you kidding? I don't really feel like laughing."

Charles plucked up the courage to look into her eyes, his own eyes were full of uncharacteristic sadness, because at any other time his eyes were filled with a mischievous sparkle.

"No, Ann, I'm not kidding. Damn it."

Charles exhaled heavily and bit his lower lip.

"What... What did I do wrong, Charles Leclerc?"

"It's not about you. It's about me and my career. Formula 1 requires a huge level of dedication, and also requires me to always be focused and ready for any turns. I'm not able to properly combine common sense on the track and feelings for you. I just... not worthy of you, you know? I want to spend more time with you so that we can be a normal couple like everyone else, go on frequent dates, stay up all night, dance until morning, but I can't. I'm sorry, but my decision is well thought out and I won't change it."

Ann's voice was shaking with pain. She couldn't believe it would end like this. That he had told her in plain text that she meant nothing to him. That he chooses himself, not them, or even her.

"So you prefer the race to me, right?"

Charles tightened his grip on her hand, his heart clenched in pain from the decision he had made.

"I don't want to lose you, Ann. But I can't ignore the pressure to perform, to constantly give my best on the track. I never wanted this, honey. I never meant to hurt you. But our careers, our aspirations pull us in different directions. The demanding nature of my profession and constant travel do not allow me to give you the time and attention you deserve."

Tears were still gathering in the corners of Ann's eyes as she hurriedly removed her hand from Charles' palm.

"You're losing me, Leclerc. As soon as I started this conversation. If you can't handle everything, then I don't think you really needed me. I thought we could support each other, Charles. I believed that we could handle this together. But it looks like it was all in vain."

Charles swallowed noisily and shouted nervously.

"Ann, our love is sincere and strong, but the reality of my profession is inexorable. Constant travel, intense training, demands on my time... it would be unfair to ask you to wait for me, to put your life on pause."

Charles paused, his voice choked with emotion, and Ann was silent, still trying to be strong.

There was emptiness inside.

With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts and continued: "I don't want to keep you from your dreams, from the opportunities that lie ahead of you. You deserve someone who can be there for you, who can give you the love and support you need. And right now I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to be."

He automatically took Anne's slightly trembling hands in his again, squeezing them to comfort her. To comfort not only her, but also myself.

"Please understand that this decision is also tearing me apart. It's not because I don't love you, but because I love you enough to know it's the right thing to do. We both deserve real happiness and satisfaction, even if it means that our paths diverge."

Ann nodded, trying to smile as sincerely as possible. She knew she couldn't change Charles's mind, but she couldn't not defend her honor. Finally, she abruptly pushed Charles's hands off her own, causing him to round his eyes in surprise and said.

"If this is what you really think is best for your career, Charles, then I won't stand in your way. I hope that you will achieve the success you are striving for. Good luck.

Ann got out of bed and went to the closet to pack her things.

"Ann..."

Charles stood behind her and wanted to hold out his hand to calm her down.

"Silence, Leclerc. Silence. Let me pack my things and get out of your house. And out of your life. I will remain in it only in memories. As your friend said... Daniel, I think his name is. No regrets, only memories. Right. "

Ann's voice traitorously broke from nervous overstrain, which made both her and Charles start in fright.

When Charles reluctantly let Ann go, he couldn't help but wonder if the price he had paid was too high and if success on the racetrack would ever bring him the same joy and happiness that Ann had once brought.

Ann left an hour after their conversation. It took Charles a long time to get used to the idea that she would not come back.

Everything reminds him of her.

Everything reminds her of him.

As soon as Ann got to her apartment, she didn't cry or break the dishes. She went to her Instagram, deleted all joint photos with Charles from her profile and posted a post with a single phrase.

hahaitsann

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hahaitsann my heart won't start anymore for you

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arianagrande: babe are u ok?

⇾hahaitsann: happier than ever

carlossainz55: fck. ann you're alright?

⇾ hahaitsann: of course, ca, don't worry:)

danielricciardo: ann are you home? I will come now.

⇾ hahaitsann: ouuh. no need, dan, tysm.

kellypiquet: girl I'm here

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charles_leclerc i can't find a pulse.

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landonorris: you guys are scaring me, what happened?

⇾ charles_leclerc: nothing just an incident

carlossainz55: charles, can you go to direct and answer me?

fancharles1: WHA-A-AT

⇾ carlossainz55: same reaction mate

sofiestay: I hope you're all right, Charles.

lec16lerc: god what happened?

16charlec: did you and Ann break up?

⇾ janerttb: I think yes, they both don't have pictures in their profiles together. Did you see Ann's post?

⇾ 16charlec: no. but. wtf.

So that's what was supposed to happen. It hurts, yes. But you have to be a strong girl.

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[rabesbabe]

Is It Casual Now?

Katniss Everdeen x Reader

A/N: hey guys im permanently stuck in my hunger games era so here’s a fic about the one and only katniss everdeen. she’s the masc of my dreams i need a woman like her y’all. This is kinda sad so be warned <3 (not proofread sorry for typos)

summary: you and katniss were both winners of the hunger games and afterwards found solace in each other due to shared trauma. you never made anything official both just having an unspoken routine of doing things committed lovers do. But when it becomes too much for you to not be more to Katniss you distance yourself almost ruining the bond you and Katniss share.

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Two hundred days, three minutes, and sixty seconds you’ve stayed with Katniss. Two hundred days, three minutes, and sixty seconds Katniss has stayed with you. You lie in her arms, her stroking your hair wondering why you’ve never left her mind since that day in the arena. She could never imagine her life without you. Sure she’s had friends, but never one as close as you. Never someone that would stay up late with her just to brush her hair and make sure her basic needs were met when she was unable to meet them herself.

The arena haunted her, and you, in ways that were impossible for anyone who hadn’t experienced the games to imagine. Shed see you trembling in your sleep. Struggling to control your body along with your thoughts. Shed hear your cries at night. All she was able to do was press warm kisses against your skin until you’d wake up and cry into her shoulder. Your shared kisses were enough to keep you both sane each day. A reason to keep trudging through the hell that was your minds.

But that’s what friends do right?

Katniss walked into the door boots dripping from the snow. Her sense of smell immediately filled with the sweetness of blackberries and honey. A luxury in District twelve that you both were only able to afford due to the victor money. She walked up to the sight of you brewing hot tea on the stove with the blackberries you delicately picked by hand. You looked beautiful, more gorgeous than anything shed ever seen. The forest, her favorite place, couldn’t compare at all. Walking up behind you she grabbed your waist and you leaned into her touch having missed her. “Tea?” You ask, brushing your fingers across her cold face. She nods her head at you and sits at the table closest to you. You set the tea in front of her hoping it will warm her up.

You look up at her face admiring her and she stretches her arm out for you to hold her hand. You gladly comply. Rubbing her hand you feel something warm and wet against them. She was bleeding. “Kat.” You look at her disappointed she’d hurt herself hunting again. “Mm?” She mumbled not paying attention to your dissatisfied expression. “You cut yourself out there. Again.” She looks down trying to hide the cut along her face that you hadn’t noticed yet. Much to her disdain you finally notice and you grab her chin so she’ll turn and let you inspect her injuries. “I just got nicked by the bushes, nothing crazy.” She says clearly lying. “I’ll be right back.” You say getting up and walking into the downstairs bathroom.

You walk back in with alcohol and cotton balls.

You move her onto the couch so that you can get closer to her cuts. You try to find a comfortable position on the couch so you can tend to her but you’re obviously struggling by how much you’ve adjusted yourself. Katniss notices and grabs at your hips to pull you closer to sit on her lap. As you tend to her cuts she rubs circles on your waist and back. Enjoying the feeling of you this close to her.

“Last one.” You say as you’re about to deal with the injury on her nose. You’re practically sharing breaths with how close you are to her. She can’t help but admire you this close. Your features that look like God himself spent extra time on you just to make you as beautiful as you are. “All done.” You say pressing a kiss to her lips. She smiles into your lips before pulling away. “Thank you what would I do without a friend like you?” You smile and get up to go back to the kitchen.

You can’t help but think about her words. “A friend like you” You’d never really thought about it before but were you guys really “friends” Did friends act this way towards each other? It’s not like you both had ever mentioned this unspoken bond between the two of you. The kissing, cuddling, the domestic aura of it all. It wasn’t anything like you and your friends from the past had done. But it felt as if Katniss hadn’t realized this. And even if she did, you doubted you were worthy of a relationship with her.

The truth was, Katniss had thought about the bond you shared with her. It runs through her mind 101 times a day. She wants more with you. She wants everything with you. But you were blind to this fact. The thought of her not feeling the same way as you tugged at your heart everyday. So much so that it was hard to be around her.

Youd started avoiding her. You’d crawl out of bed each morning gently to not wake her and leave the house for hours and hours on end. Exploring shops, the lakes, anywhere that she wasn’t. You knew it was wrong to leave like this but your heart hurt more than your mind could handle.

Your behavior shocked her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d fallen asleep on the couch with you wrapped in her arms. She missed you. It was hurtful to her why you’d changed so suddenly. Did she upset you? Had she done something wrong? She tossed these thoughts around in her brain for hours and hours each day before it became too much.

On a rainy afternoon you’d been gone all day. Out doing God knows what. You’d come home to cook for Katniss. The one thing you hadn’t stopped doing since you knew she was unable to cook herself. And she was no where to be found. She’d usually be in the kitchen waiting for you or in your shared bed asleep.

You noticed her hunting boots were gone and you realized she had been in the forest. She never hunted this late so you decided to go and find her. You walked over to her normal spot picking berries you’d found along the way. You got closer and saw Katniss. She was sitting alongside a tree knees interlocked with her arms. She was trembling. Her eyes looked dull and you could tell she hadn’t moved in hours.

“Kat..?” You said running up to her. She barely looked up at you or acknowledged your presence. You palmed her forehead shivering at how cold she really was. “You need to come home.” You assumed she would argue but she simply stood up walked alongside you. Looking down at her hunting bag you noticed nothing was in there. Had she not even hunted anything this whole time? Why had she been out here?

As you went into the house you sat her down on the couch and lit the fireplace. She still hadn’t said one word to you. She was angry. You turned the stove on to boil water for tea and then sat in front of her. You both sat for a few seconds.

“You left me.” Katniss says, her voice monotone.

You look over at her confused. “Left you where Kat?” She looks at you as if she’s shocked you don’t understand what she’s saying. “You’ve left me. For days Y/N.” She glares at you. “Am I not enough? I only see you for 2 hours each day. You leave before I wake up and only come back to make dinner. Then you go upstairs to fall asleep before I do. Just so you don’t have to talk to me. What have I done Y/N? I don’t understand.”

Her anger turns into sadness as she chokes on the last bits of her words.

You look at her teary eyed. The weight of her words hit you. How would she understand your reasons for avoiding the one person who really meant the most?

A tear runs down your cheek at the thought of what you had made her feel. You grab her and hold her, the both of you sobbing into each other.

“I never meant to leave,” You whisper. “All i’ve ever wanted was you Katniss. I don’t want to be just there when you need me, I want to always be there.” You sob looking away from her. She looks up at you teary eyed, her eyebrows mushed together at your confession. “I need you so much Kat. It’s hard for me to be around you when I know i’m not worthy of you like that.”

To her the thought of you not feeling worthy enough for her was incomprehensible. “Y/n? Please look at me.” She begged. You looked over at her with shame. Feeling embarrassed and unworthy.

“You’re all i’ve ever wanted.” She says softly. “I always want you there because I always need you.”

She moves closer to you again this time cupping your face with her hands. “You’re more than worthy.” She says before pressing her lips onto yours.

You pull away and smile softly at her. “Please never leave me again y/n.” Katniss says with desperation in her voice. “I won’t.” You say. “I’m sorry.” You grab her hand and squeeze it.

That night was the first night in weeks you went to bed and everything felt better. You slept in your girlfriend’s arms and the world seemed to make sense.

#the hunger games #wlw ship #katniss everdeen #katniss x reader #jennifer lawrence #peeta mellark x reader #katniss everdeen x reader #jennifer lawrence x reader #finnick odair

[gong-fourz]

TAILS OF JOY

Pairing: nonidol! jake x fem!reader Genre: fluff Warning: (none I can think of) Word Count: 740

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I couldn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon the cutest puppy I had ever seen. I was walking through the park, enjoying the warm sun and the soft breeze when I saw it. The little ball of fur was running around, chasing and wagging its tiny tail. I couldn't help but stop and admire the puppy, my heart melting at the sight of it.

I had always been a dog lover, But ever since I moved to the city for work, I had never found the time or the space to have a dog of my own. But now, standing in front of this adorable puppy, I couldn't resist the urge to bring it home. As I knelt down to pet the puppy, I’d noticed a collar around its neck. There was a tag with a phone number on it, indicating that the puppy belonged to someone. I hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to take the puppy home and doing the right thing by finding its owner. But the puppy seemed to have made up its mind, as it jumped into my lap and started licking my face. I couldn't help but laugh, my heart bursting with joy at the playful puppy's affection. I took out my phone and called the number on the tag, hoping that the owner would understand my attachment to the puppy and allow me to keep it. But to my disappointment, the owner explained that they were unable to keep the puppy and were looking to give it away. My heart sank at the thought of this adorable puppy being abandoned. I knew I had to do something to save it from that fate. And then I had an idea. I could convince my boyfriend, Jake, to adopt the puppy with me. Jake had always been open to the idea of having a pet, but with our busy schedules, we had never seriously considered it. But I was determined to change that. I hesitated as I dialed Jake’s number, knowing that this conversation could change everything. When he picked up, I took a deep breath and launched into my explanation.

"Hey babe, I wanted to talk to you about something important," I started. I’d went on to share the story of the abandoned puppy I had found that morning, my voice softening as I described its sad eyes and wagging tail.

"I know we lead busy lives," I continued, but, imagine coming back home to a furry friend wagging its tail, excited to see us."

Jake listened quietly, mulling over the idea of adding a pet to their lives. He expressed his concerns about their schedules and the responsibility that came with having a dog.

I persisted, her tone gentle but determined. "Yes, it will require some adjustments, but together, we can make it work."

After a thoughtful pause, Jake finally relented. "Okay, let's do it. Let's give that puppy a loving home." A smile spread across my face, knowing that this decision would bring a new chapter of love and adventure into our lives.I couldn't contain my excitement as I rushed to the shelter to officially adopt the puppy. I couldn't believe that my dream of having a dog was finally coming true. And as I walked out of the shelter with the puppy in my arms, I knew that I had made the right decision.As we settled into our new routine with the puppy, Jake and I realized just how much love and joy a dog could bring into their lives. The puppy, now named Layla, quickly became a beloved member of our small family. Her playful antics and unwavering loyalty warmed our hearts every day.Jake and I couldn't imagine our lives without Layla now. We took her on long walks in the park, played with her in our apartment, and even took her on road trips. And through it all, Layla was there, wagging her tail and showering us with unconditional love.Looking back, I couldn't believe that I had almost missed out on the chance to adopt Layla. I was grateful that I had followed my heart and convinced Jake to give the puppy a chance. For now, our apartment was no longer small, but filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of tiny paws. And I knew that I had made the best decision of my life by bringing Layla into our home.

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#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha x reader #enha fluff #enhypen jake #jake x reader #enhypen fanfiction #jake sim #jake imagines

[justapanda]

Rewriting Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 236

Needless to say, chapter 236 has sparked a lot of criticism. So, to keep a long story short, I've rewritten chapter 236 to try minimise some of the common issues people have with the chapter, issues that I also personally share.

I've kept a lot of the dialogue the same, but I've added some major tweaks that I believe would drastically improve the execution of this chapter. So if you're one of the ones who are disappointed with chapter 236, I hope you also find this rewrite to be an improvement.

Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 236: Go South

-- Page one --

[Narration text: Gojo stands victorious?!]

Gojo: Well, it's time to get this over with, any last words?

Sukuna faces Gojo with a serious demeanour, struggling to stand upright.

Sukuna: Hmph.

Sukuna: Just one.

Sukuna aims his only remaining arm directly towards Gojo, gesturing his hand in the shape of a knife.

Sukuna: Dismantle.

Gojo smiles arrogantly as Sukuna, in an act of desperation, resorts to using to his default technique in an attempt to harm him.

However, as Sukuna releases his attack, Gojo's smile immediately vanishes, now replaced by a bewildered expression.

-- Page two --

The scene transitions to Gojo's imagination, where a younger Gojo is seen sitting at an airport, wearing the same bewildered expression.

Geto: Yo, Satoru.

Gojo: Blegh!

Gojo: You're kidding me. This sucks.

Gojo sulks, leaning back on an airport chair.

Geto: Pretty rude thing to say after seeing someone's face.

-- Page three --

Gojo: I've always told my students, "when you die, you die alone", so please tell me this is just some stupid dream.

Geto: Does it matter?

Gojo scratches the back of his head in irritation.

Gojo: *Sigh* And I was gonna tell Megumi about his dad too...

Gojo: But I guess I asked Shoko to handle that.

Geto: So, how was the king of curses?

Gojo: Man, he was pretty damn strong. I got the feeling that he had more tricks up his sleeve too.

-- Page four --

Gojo: I wonder how different the outcome would've been if Sukuna didn't have the ten shadows technique.

Geto: It's weird to hear you talking like this, he must've been really strong, huh?

Gojo: Still, I kinda feel sorry for him.

Geto: ?

Gojo: I know all too well, the loneliness that comes with being at the top. There was always a gulf between me and everyone else, even if they adored me.

Gojo: You can admire a blooming flower, but you can't ask it to understand you.

-- Page five --

Gojo looks down at his clenched fist.

Gojo: I really gave it my all to beat him. All my physical training, the techniques I'd mastered. My explosiveness, quick thinking and attempts at humour. I put everything into it, but it still wasn't enough.

An image of Sukuna's cold gaze is shown, surrounded by shadows.

"The loneliness that comes with unrivalled strength. The one who will teach you about love is-"

Gojo is shown with a melancholic smile, still looking at his fist.

Gojo: I had fun.

-- Page six --

Gojo: I couldn't push Sukuna to his limit though, and I think that's sad.

Geto rests his head on his hand.

Geto: I'm jealous. You at least had the satisfaction of going out with a bang.

Gojo: Satisfaction, huh?

An image of an older Geto stands smiling amongst Gojo's friends as they see him off before his final battle.

Gojo: Maybe I would have been satisfied, if you were there to give me a slap on the back as well.

Geto faces down with his eyes shut, still resting his head against his hand, he smiles.

Geto: Heh heh.

-- Page seven --

Gojo: At least I got to die against someone as strong as me, instead of being stuck in that stupid box forever.

Unknown voice: What are you, a samurai?

Gojo is surprised by a familiar voice and looks behind him to see a younger Nanami and Haibara sitting right behind him.

Nanami: Seriously. You should know it's in poor taste to think like that in the present.

Gojo: Huuuh?

Nanami: Then again, that mindset of yours is probably why you outlived me.

Haibara: You and Gojo-san just miscalculated a little bit.

Gojo reaches behind to annoy Nanami by grabbing his head. Nanami tries to wave Gojo's hand off him.

Nanami: I remember once asking Geto why we couldn't just leave everything to you.

Nanami: After all, you didn't care much for jujutsu sorcery, or for protecting people, it was mostly just a game for you.

Gojo appears to be mildly offended by Nanami's blunt criticism.

-- Page eight --

Haibara: Truth is, we all thought that about Gojo-san! But we couldn't bring ourselves to say it out loud.

Nanami: Why are you bringing it up now then...

Haibara: Sooorry!

Nanami: Well, that feeling about you...

Geto: Was just proven right by your actions a second ago.

Gojo looks unnerved.

Gojo: ...

Nanami: Can't say I approve, but I do sympathize.

Gojo: Yeah, yeah, thanks. And how do you feel about your demise?

-- Page nine --

Haibara: Ahhh, I kinda butted in back then...

Nanami: Curses can bring people back to life. The same way sorcery can.

Nanami: I once asked Mei-san about where I should go to live.

Nanami: She said if you'd like to become someone new, go north. If you'd like to return to who you once were, go south.

-- Page ten --

Nanami: Back then, I didn't hesitate on choosing south. I've always looked at the past, so I found it ironic when I died betting on the future.

Nanami: As final moments go, it wasn't bad. I'm grateful to you as well, Haibara.

Haibara awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

Haibara: You're too kind!

Gojo looks down again with a faint smile.

Gojo: I see.

-- Page eleven --

Gojo looks up and spots principal Yaga nearby.

Gojo: Hey, principaaal! 'Thought ya said no jujutsu sorcerer dies without regrets!

Yaga: *Sigh* Even in death, you're too loud.

Gojo laughs with everyone, including Riko and Kuroi who are also shown nearby, and Toji can be seen walking by in the distance.

-- Page twelve --

Gojo walks over to the airport window and looks up at the clear blue sky.

Gojo: I do have one regret though. All you guys will have to take over for me now. Sorry Megumi, it'll be in their hands now to get you back.

Images of Gojo's students are shown as he thinks about each of them, causing him to smile with hope.

Gojo: That's okay though, after all... I have faith in everyone.

Gojo continues to stare at the sky before he closes his eyes.

-- Page thirteen/fourteen --

The scene transitions back to reality. A double page spread shows Gojo's upper body, lying on the ground, staring at the same clear blue sky with lifeless, half-open eyes. Blood can be seen flowing from his mouth as well as being splattered below the upper half of his body.

-- Page fifteen --

Everyone who was spectating the battle is shocked and speechless at what has occurred. Yuji and Yuta are seen particularly distraught. Maki places her arm on Yuta's shoulder as she looks on with a serious expression.

Yuji: Gojo Sensei!!!

Shoko's unfinished cigarette falls from her mouth.

Shoko: How...

Kusakabe: That shouldn't be possible!

Kashimo: It's time.

Kashimo is seen turning away and walking briefly before disappearing from the room at lightning speed.

-- Page sixteen --

Sukuna: Mahoraga's adaptation begins after the first attack. Then it takes time to analyse. Completing adaptation is only a matter of time.

Sukuna: If it receives another identical attack during that calculation period, the adaptation will accelerate.

Sukuna: Once a technique has been adapted to, the analysis doesn't stop there. It continues to adapt further.

Sukuna: What I wanted from Mahoraga was a "model". A model of how to cut through your infinity.

-- Page seventeen --

Sukuna: At first, Mahoraga was altering the nature of its own cursed energy in order to neutralise and nullify your infinity.

Everyone who was watching the battle from the room stands up, still watching, unsure of what to do next.

Sukuna: That was something I was unable to do, so I waited. I waited for Mahoraga to discover another adaptation to counter your infinity, one that I would be able to imitate.

Sukuna: The second adaptation was exactly what I was looking for. Mahoraga was sending slashes like my own, but these slashes could bypass your infinity.

Sukuna: I theorized that Mahoraga was expanding the technique's target. That the target of these slashes wasn't Gojo Satoru, but space itself. Therefore, it could cut everything within those slashes.

-- Page eighteen --

Gojo's entire body is revealed, showing his upper body lying on the floor while his lower half remains standing. It becomes clear that Gojo was cut in half from Sukuna's attack. Gojo's body is covered in blood.

Sukuna remains standing, facing Gojo as he continues his explanation.

Sukuna: As long as you existed within space like everything else, your infinity was powerless to stop my attack.

Sukuna: Even after being shown how it was done, I wasn't sure if I could replicate it myself, so I had to make a gamble.

Sukuna: After being backed into a corner, I waited for you to drop your guard and give me an opportunity. Then, I put all my focus into recreating that attack.

Sukuna: It proved to be an effective model after all.

-- Page nineteen --

Sukuna smiles with satisfaction.

Sukuna: But I have to admit, this is truly the furthest I've ever been pushed. Well done, Gojo Satoru, you have my respect. I won't forget you for as long as I live.

Hearing these words, a faint smile can be seen from Gojo's bloodied mouth. Sukuna turns away.

Sukuna: Now then...

Kashimo can be seen rushing towards to the battlefield from the distance.

Sukuna: I'm in a good mood. So you better entertain me.

[Narration text: Kashimo, the thunder God, dashes toward near-certain death.]

-- Chapter end --

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[gardenofcarnations]

Damn, like really.. I’ve been in a drunk like trance reading through your fics. They’re honestly amazing!!

Ive been dreaming of a fic where you’re friends with sap, just broken up with your boyfriend and just extremely frustrated bc he’d never ate you out of even made you cum. sap gets mad and want to help you out by treating you right. He makes you cum more times than you’ve had in the last year.

Like darling, I’m so caught up in your works and i honestly think you are the one to bring my dream to paper. Ive never asked for a writer before but i hope you like the request!!

Keep up the good work<3

Oh my god! Thank you so much! I can't form into words how grateful I am for the recent support. I did my best to fulfill your submission, I hope you enjoy it! This was quite fun to write ;)

Also "Sinners" by Ari Abdul & Thomas Larosa was playing as I wrote this submission and it helped build the imagination lol!

“Fuck you too! Cheating ass bitch!” you scream, tears welling at the brim of your eyes. You slam the door on your now ex-boyfriend’s face.

3 years down the drain in an instant. 

All because of a girl from the club he worked at.

You and Damien had met at a college party back in your first year. Damien was charming to say the least, he had a good sense of humour and that heart throbbing smile that balanced out his lack of a personality and shit mannerisms. On the outside, to everyone else, you both looked like the hottest couple. 

Although, behind closed doors, you both argued over every little issue that irked him. 

You didn’t have dinner ready when he came back from work? An argument.

You took too long to get ready for an outing? An argument.

You didn’t clean the house you both shared? An argument.

You didn’t want to have sex? You didn’t want to suck his poor excuse of a cock? An argument.

He wasn’t always like this. Damien had somewhat redeeming qualities about him like the fact that he was caring from time to time, he would take you out on expensive dates and get you pretty necklaces.

He got you one in particular that read “mine forever.” and it was the sweetest thing you ever had someone do for you.

Sweetest thing until you saw the girl that was wrapped in the sheets with him wear the same necklace. 

It was so sad it came off comedic sat this point.

You were so drained and frustrated with yourself, sacrificing your mental health and well-being all for a half assed excuse of a male. You packed your clothes and left the keys of the shared apartment complex on the bed that you caught them in.

Damien was well aware that you wouldn’t stay in the same house anymore, at least he had some sort of brain cell in that empty head of his.

Salty tears blurred your vision as you struggled to wipe them away, driving down the highway at a whopping 180km to your best friend’s house. 

It would be the best thing for you as of now.

Sapnap was bewildered to see you at his front door at 4am in the morning. He rubbed his eyes to get a better look at you before greeting you. 

“Dude it’s four in the morning why—“ He choked on his words, reading your heartbroken expression and noticed the tears that streamed down your red cheeks, your nose was a bright pink from rubbing your hoodie over it to wipe the snot that dribbled down.

He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you into the house, “Hey, Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked you words laced with concern and sympathy. 

You walked over to sit on his living room couch. He shuts the door and walks over to sit beside you. “He— He was in the bed with her…I—I just came back from work…and he was, they—“ You sniffled out. 

Sapnap didn’t need to hear the rest to understand what you were talking about. 

He pulled you in for a tight bear hug, or, in his words, a panda bear hug. He rests his chin on your head, rubbing your back to soothe your cries on his shoulder. He hushes your sobs in attempt to comfort you.

After a while, it worked. 

You calmed down and soon the sadness settled it’s way into the midnight rain. Sapnap stuck with you through it all, making sure you weren’t left alone in such a state. He suggested you lay down in a more comfortable area, he recommended the guest bedroom, and you took it. He suggested that he would help you move out your PC equipment tomorrow morning, he also kept a mental note to rock Damien’s shit before leaving the house for good.

You were in the middle of stripping off your shirt when Sapnap walked in with a bottle of cold water, “Y/n, I brought this just incase you get thirsty and—oh.” His head snaps to your back side, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the subtle tones of your back, and the curvy, slim, or thick figure of your body made him weak in the knees for a moment.

He clears his throat after noticing you hadn’t heard him come in.

“Oh! Sorry, I was thinking I could change, my shirt’s a bit drenched from snot and…” Your gaze falls to the floor.

“Of course, don’t apologize, it’s all good. Do you need a shirt or?” He asks you while setting the water bottle down on the nightstand. 

“Actually, I’m good, I brought a few clothes.” You respond slipping on a larger shirt that loomed over your figure. Something Sapnap picked up on that wasn’t your daily attire. 

“I didn’t know you were a fan of…ACDC…?” He reads the faded printing on your shirt.

Your eyes flash on the print and then back at him, “Oh, yeah, no, no this…this isn’t mine.”

Sapnap perks an eyebrow, “Who’s, uhm, who’s is it then?”

You look around the room, anywhere but his eyes, the embarrassment eating at your insides as his name slips out of your mouth. “Damien’s.”

The silence flourishes the room, Sapnap shuffles in his steps before turning to leave the room. “Goodnight Y/n–”

You yell out of instinct, “Wait!”

Sapnap turns around and tilts his head, “What?”

“Can…can you stay with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

Now, at this, the male could’ve let his jealousy shine in the silver moonlight and say “Well you have your boyfriend’s t-shirt, so you won’t be as lonely.” However the look in your eyes before and after crying your heart out diminished the growling anger in his chest. He walks over to the other end of the bed and lays down. You follow.

Your backs are facing eachother, the tension in the room is still lingering, but not as strong, it seemed to be like this with Sapnap a lot, you’d find yourself feeling rather relaxed in the quititude. Even when he’d be focused on editing or filming or school work back when you two were younger and all that could be heard was the soft breathing and occasional scribbling of the pencil or typing of a keyboard, Sapnap’s presence alone could calm you in an instance.

“He wasn’t worth it.” You admitted outloud, now letting your raging thoughts pour out one by one.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he was a selfish prick, always got what he wanted like…there’s should be some sort of balance somewhere, right? God…” You groan out, “I can’t believe I let that shit happen for 3 years. I don’t even remember finishing a single time we had sex.” 

Perhaps that was a bit more than you wanted to share but with the sudden burning feeling you had inside of you, you didn’t care.

Although, Sapnap was bewildered to hear such a statement slip out of your mouth, he flips over and makes eye contact with your backside. “He never…made you—?”

You shake your head, “It was only sex when he wanted it, obviously I consented but only cause I figured sex was a mutual pleasure thing not just…it’s fuckin stupid. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no don’t apologize,” Sapnap could regain a sudden dejavu where he said the same thing on different occasions. 

He slowly places his hand on your hip side. You didn’t think much of it, you both were comfortable with close proximity, you melted into it. 

“He never made you cum, that’s…what a shame.” His tone starts slipping, more slurred, whiney, as if mockingly sympathizing for you. His hands move lower to caress your thigh. Sapnap’s lips were now inches away from your ear.

“Sap…Sapnap?” You call out to him in the night.

“If you’d let me, I could make you cum more times then that asshole ever did in the past three years you were with him, Y/n.” He lowly whispered into your ear, the words shot straight down to your core, the sudden ache you never knew that was there began throbbing, in a good way.

He kisses your cheek, you turn to lay on your back and finally see Sapnap leaning over you, he knows his boundaries so he doesn’t want to overdo it. 

“Please, I can make you feel good–I want to make you feel good.” He notices how his voice came out more whiney and needy than intended so he chews on his bottom lip to stop him from going any further. He patiently awaits your response.

You gaze at the shadowy outline of your best friend, you knew you had some sort of treasured emotions for Sapnap, specifically for Sapnap, but it had died down the day you met Damien, you couldn’t risk loosing the friendship if you confessed so having Damien present himself in the (now rusted) shining armor he did it help you move away from Sapnap.

You regret it all now, seeing as he cared about you deeply.

So much so he was practically begging to get a taste of your pussy.

Why say no to such an eager boy?

“Okay.” You nod your head and get ready to sit up but Sapnap stops you by placing a hand on your chest and pushing you down so your laid on the plush pillows.

You’re confused by this, but Sapnap makes himself clear by slipping between your legs, helping you spread them far enough to gain access to what he needed.

“I told you I wanted to make you feel good, so lay down and relax, okay?” He reassures you in a soothing manner, you nod your head and shift to get comfortable and prepare for what was about to happen. “Has that bitch ever eaten you out?” He seethes through a set jaw, slowly slipping your bottoms off and throwing them behind him. 

His fingers slowly come in contact with your clothes pussy, the tips of his fingers trailing with just enough pressure to feel it trace patterns back and forth but also whimper at the lack of action. “I asked you a question Y/n.”

“No. Never. He never ate my…” Sapnap pulls your panties down to your ankles and you shove it off. 

He leans down see how perfect and wet you already were for him, he felt himself smirk in pride, you were wet for him. He loved everything about that, he coats his tongue in your juices, licking a long stroke up, essentially testing the waters. When he felt you shiver and immediately go to grip something, he laughs.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive.” He chuckles out, watching how your eyes were fluttering. “I want to fucking ruin you.” He blurted out.

“Then do it.” You respond as quiet as possibly, but Sapnap caught every syllable.

He dives back down between your legs and ravishing your cunt, licking, sucking, and kissing in all possible patterns he could think of on the spot, you loved it, you loved feeling his warm tongue on you, you loved the way he knew how to move, just the right amount of pressure, you loved how you could feel the slight stubble of his facial hair tickle the inner of your thighs which oddly made you shiver in satisfaction.

Sapnap was a natural at eating pussy.

It was his favourite thing to do, you would know this because he would talk about his one night stands with girls after a party and how’d they be writhing against his lips.

Similar to how you were now.

Practically riding his face, a hands pulling at the strands of cinnamon hair. He was a whore for pain and pleasure, so feeling you not only tug on his hair and shove his mouth into you, the feeling of your soft thighs wrap around his head made him want to cum right then and there. 

He pulls away after you moan out strings of curses calming down from your first orgasm that hit a bit quicker than you wanted to. Your body was beginning to feel heavy, it felt so good.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby. Take that fucking shirt off, it’s a god damn eyesore.” He growls lowly, you waste no time tearing it off you and tossing it away from the two of you. 

Sapnap’s olive eyes snap to your body, he takes in the view, relishes in it. 

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so fuckin jealous that he got see all of you before I could but…on the contrary…” He kisses your lips softly, a hint of aggression, but you were to expect that of Sapnap. He gropes at all parts of skin and nibbles on all possible flesh he can get onto.

His hands slips down to your cunt once more, letting his fingers tease over you enough to have you claw and his shoulder. “He didn’t get to dwell in the pleasure of fucking you properly.”

“Sapnap–”

“That’s not my name.”

“Nick–”

“Close but, not close enough, baby. You can do better than that. Call me by my name.” Sapnap slips a finger in, curling it up slowly, and when he feels more arousal drool out of you, he slowly slips in another to which you finally moan out.

“Nicholas, oh fuck!” Your grip on his shoulder doesn’t loosen, but Sapnap loves that.

His fingers pick up pace, he goes to kiss along your neck, and then to your tits. “Does this hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asks you, now using his thumb to rub at your clit, your eyes were rolling at the back of your head, hair a mess, all you could do is shake your head. Sapnap wasn’t satisfied at all though.

“Words, Y/n, I need words from you.” You struggled to tie the sentence together feeling another orgasm builds it’s way up into your core. Your body spasmed, and your eyes shut closed. 

“You’re not responding…I think I’ll stop…” His movements grow slower, and you scream out.

“No! No! Please…Don’t, don’t stop.” You shove your face between sapnap’s right shoulder and neck. He feels your heavy breathing and butterfly kisses. He had to hold back from letting a moan out himself. “Please, it feels so good. Make me feel good. You’re so…fuckin good, Nick.”

He loved hearing your praises, it did things to him he couldn’t explain, he wanted to be good for you, he wanted to satisfy to no end, and with you already close to your second orgasm he let you have it.

“Cum for me, Baby. You earned it.” Sapnap ghosts above your ear, you let out groans tied in with whimpers as you came another round, feeling your legs shake under him as you did so.

He lets you relax, setting you back down on the pillows and kissing along your stomach, and lower belly. “Feel good?” He asks.

“Amazing.” You breath out.

“Good, I’m no where near finished with you so…”

“There’s more?!” You question him with an astonished expression. Sapnap laughs as he helps you sit up, this time, laying down and looking up at you.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He ordered you, his eyes studying your expression to see your reaction to his request in the dim moonlit bedroom. “Ride my face, I can’t get enough of your taste. I want more, please, can I have more?” There’s that needy voice again, one that made you suddenly feel at charge, something you both knew you needed.

You position yourself above his face, slowly coming down, watching Sapnap make hungry eyes at your cunt, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out, ready to devour you once more, you held onto the headboard for balance, not wanting to put all your body weight on him, in fear that it might hurt him, or that he’d have trouble breathing, but Sapnap didn’t care.

If anything, it pissed him off.

He locks his arms under and over your thighs, and pulls all your weight completely onto him.

“W–Wait, Nick I don’t wanna hurt yo–” He cuts you off mid sentence by moaning into your cunt, which sends the vibrations straight to your clit and into your nerves. You let out a clamorous gasp. Your hands tightening their hold on the headboard.

You let your body do the rest of the moving, pleasure and ecstasy possessing your mind and body as a whole, you were drunk off it, bucking your hips forwards, grinding against his face feeling his lips and tongue move effortlessly move against your sopping pussy caused your head to throw back in euphoria as you felt yourself build to orgasm a third time.

“Mm, Nick, sl–slow down I’m gonna…” You try to warn him you were nearing your end but Sapnap took it as an implication to fasten his pace.

He was relentless with your body, with you, how badly he wanted you to remember how good he made you feel, in hopes you’d finally notice him and what he could do for you now and these past years you’ve been best friends.

“I’m gonna, oh god, I’m gonna cum, Nick, Nicholas, shit, shit, fuck!” You chanted out his name like a prayer, slurring out the lewdest of noises between each word that left your mouth as you felt yourself unfold and let loose on him. Sapnap groans out feeling your cum on his face.

It took you a couple of moments before you came to a relaxed state from your third orgasm of the night. You slip off Nick, seeing the shiny slick he hd that trails from his lips, chin, and neck. “Fuck, you just squirted on me.” He laughs, licking his lips.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry. That was hot as fuck.” He reassures you, kissing your cheek.

For a moment, you both stare into each other’s eyes, you grab his face, feeling the heat radiating off his face onto the palm of your hands. He’d perplexed before realizing that you’re inching closer to his face. In a swift movement, you lock lips with your best friend, Nick. His lips are soft and tender, the lingering taste of your past arousal is now on your tongue. In a way, it was intimate.

When you pull away, Sapnap is just in pure awe with your beauty, he’s gazing at your eyes and how the reflection of the illuminance of outside is shining over your face. He loved you. And you loved him too.

You notice a look that falters his expression for a moment.

His eyes are misting with lust once more, hunger, want, need.

“You’re not done…are you?” You stand corrected when Sapnaps hands trail to your waist, fingers digging into your skin. He pushes you back onto the mattress and towers over you with a confident grin.

“Nope.” He says before giving you the best night of your life.

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[justimagineok]

The hate effect series - hate the past

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Summary: YN has to pay someone a visit.

pairing: idol!namjoon x staff!female reader

genre: series, haters to lovers, angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, angst :)

"Hey Mom and Dad,

It's me, YN. I'm back... Ten years... it feels like a lifetime since I last saw your faces, heard your voices, and felt the warmth of your hugs. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, and other times it feels like an eternity of missing you. It’s strange. I know you two are dead. I’ve accepted it. But no matter how much time goes by, I still feel like I’m just waiting for you to come back..

So much has happened since you've been gone. Life is kicking my butt. Sorry for saying butt, mom.. But no matter what, there's always been this void in my heart that only you two can fill.. The memories of that day still haunt me, like a nightmare that I can't escape. The guilt and the "what ifs" have consumed me, Dad.. I'm still in so much pain.. I can't help but wonder why I was the one who survived. Why did I get to wake up in a hospital bed, while you both were taken away from me forever? It's a question that has plagued my mind for years... I should have been the one who didn't make it.

I wish you were here to share in all the big moments and small victories. From graduating college to landing my dream job, I always imagined your proud smiles and words of encouragement. But instead, I stand here alone, telling you about it in whispers, hoping you somehow hear me. It's ridiculous.

I've learned so much since you've been gone, but fuck, I miss having your guidance.. sorry I said fuck... There have been moments when I've felt lost and unsure, desperately needing your wisdom, Mom. The world just seems harsher without your love to shield me. I wish I could have protected you, shielded you from harm.

You know, there are times when I reach for the phone, ready to dial your number, but then it hits me like a punch to the gut—I can't call you anymore. I can't hear your voices, your laughter, or even the comforting sound of your sighs. It's like a fucking cruel joke. I wish I had expressed my love and gratitude more often. I wish I had held you both a little tighter and never let go.. I'll keep coming back, year after year, to honor your memory and share the depths of my heart.

I'll strive to live a life that would make you proud, cherishing the moments we had together and holding on to the love we shared. But know that a part of me will always feel incomplete without you... You may be gone, but you're forever a part of me. You may not be physically here, but your memory lives on. And in those quiet moments when I close my eyes, I can almost feel your presence, as if you're right here beside me, holding my hand.

I miss you both more than words can ever express."

"Eat."

Namjoon  grumbled under his breath as he sat before you. He watched you walk through the doors of the room with a sad face and scratching your eyes. Were you crying? 

He noticed how looked different, not like your usual cheerful self. Something was off, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn't resist the pull to find out what was bothering you. Not that he cared.

Sighing heavily, he made his way to the break room, grabbing a piece of cake along the way. If there was one thing he still knew about you, it was that you had a soft spot for sweets. Not that he gave a single fuck about that.

With a gruff voice that failed to hide his concern, he placed the plate down in front of you. "Eat" he demanded, stating the obvious. "Thought you could use a piece of cake to cheer you up. Don't expect it to solve all your problems, though."

You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thanks," you murmured softly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of your lips. He was a dumbass but at least he had cake. Not that you cared about any of that.

He decided to put his grumpy façade aside for a moment. "So, spill it. What's been bothering you?"

You hesitated, clearly unsure of whether to open up to him. Why he was even asking? He didn't care. Why would he?

"It's just... life, Namjoon. Everything feels like a mess lately. I thought I had it all figured out, but now it feels like... like I'm drowning."

Namjoon couldn't hold his scoff. "Life's always messy, YN. Figuring it out is overrated." But inside, his heart ached. He knew what it felt like to be lost and unsure. He felt that all the time.

You leaned back in your chair, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. "You know, even when you're grumpy, you still say a few useful things."

Namjoon grumbled, trying to brush off the compliment. "Don't get used to it. It's a one-time thing."

You chuckled softly, a sound that melted his grumpy state away, if only for a moment. "Thanks for the cake, and for asking, in your own serious way."

He shrugged, not wanting to admit just how much your words meant to him. "Don't mention it. Just eat your cake and get back to work. We have a busy day tomorrow and I need the best with me on it. That includes you too."

And as you both sat there, side by side, the grumpy leader and the girl he still loved, you failed to notice how everyone around was whispering about it. Why was the famous Kim Namjoon talking to a nobody head-of-anything? And why was he so smiley? Why were you?

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same anon

"if you were in his shoes you would have done worse" No i wouldn't. Not even a single time in my whole life i have ever ever made fun of someone cause when i was a child i was told that if you make fun of someone god will punish you and will make the same thing happen to you that you're making someone's fun of. And till this day i belive in that thing so i never once tried to make fun of someone even by calling someone short, fat, black this that. Idk about y'all but that's a very common thing in my country which is told to everyone when they're child..

i said jk WAS mean to jm implying past tense. Me liking jk has nothing to do with how he was with jm i can like him and can still acknowledge he was mean to jm but with time he matured.

I would never ever rank my friend last in looks who's very clearly insecure about his looks as people made him insecure like that. I would never ever make fun of my frnd's voice who's again clearly insecure over his voice. I could never say such things to someone who cares so much for me like i would hate myself if i ever made someone sad or made fun of them. Idk maybe it's because the family and environment that i grew up in where no one makes fun of eachother or thinks it's a bad thing.

Now you put yourself in jm's shoe and i ask you how would have you felt when the person you care so much for made fun of your insecurities. Jm was young himself at that time but yeah let's make fun of him and call it a harmonal things sure. Don't forgot to answer me what you would have felt.

Religious trauma I can relate I was told God will rain fire on me if I sodomized 🥲

Like I said, JMs feelings are valid- it's yours I'm questioning. You and our other cousins who hate JK🥲

Jungkook was thrust into all this at 13 years old💀

Wait.... since we comparing traumas I was raised by families who would show me videos of people screaming in hell images of men and women being whooped to death every sabbath as a way of explaining what will happen to me if I strayed from my Christain beliefs.

I got cut with glass every time I broke them. I got shaved as a way to punish me- my father once say my shaved head and said with that I doubt you'll ever make fun of anyone- yes, I liked giggling at everything and everyone and that was my punishment. I went a whole week without food to teach me gratitude because I failed to say grace at dinner

I get roasted for my looks my failures my dreams my desires just as a way of my family and community expressing love and affection🤭

You are so blessed if you grew up in such a healthy environment-

But imagine the rest of the world ain't really like that and Jungkook at 13 had to do a lot of his growing up on camera around strangers and people he didn't know🙃

13.

If I was 15 and a 13 year old kid made fun of me- I'd question why the fuck he or she is even in my space talking to me. He or she should sit at the kids table. I don't do babies.

My sister and her friends never played with me and always acted as if I was still in diapers when I tried to socialize with them.

I hate people that are disrespectful and would keep my distance cos that's what any self respecting teen would do 😩

And if I couldn't keep my distance I would whoop their ass on God 🥲💀

Which is exactly what Jimin said too when he was supervised by that kid to wash a plane. He said he was going to whoop them if they were in Korea.

So really he should have just whooped Jungkook and called it a day💀

He gave JK too much power over him. Hobi out there throwing bananas at him and shit😩

I would have bleached his eye brows while he slept 😴