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little-miss-dilf-lover · 3 months

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TENDER CARE. 18+

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary. you’ve been feeling insecure lately and your boyfriend, bucky knows just the way to make you feel pretty

word count. 2847

warnings. 18+ only!! hurt/comfort, reader feeling insecure, lots of hand kissing bc that shit makes me weak, kissing in general, praise, body worshiping, oral (f receiving) little bit of titty stuff, unprotected pinv sex, bucky being the best bf. minors dni

It was late, the evening quiet - the winter moon, a bright slither of silver amongst the dark blue sky.

As you lay in your bed, admiring her -the moon’s- beauty through the condensation of your window, your mind begins to drift, irrationality throwing hurdles at you. Your brain darting back and forth to those same thoughts you've been having more of lately - ones where doubt and insecurity flood any sense of logicality.

You knew you had no reason to feel this way. Your boyfriend always went to grave lengths to ensure you felt loved and appreciated, showing you nothing but tender care. Though, there was just something in your brain, that little green gremlin instilling distrust within you - no fault to him.

You felt isolated with your sense of humility, often feeling as though you didn't have someone to confide in, someone to talk to. It wasn't an easy topic to bring up, and although you felt comfortable enough with Bucky to share your mind freely, this was something that you just could not stomach.

Not only were you thinking about yourself, you were thinking of Bucky. The thought of admitting to him you felt insecure in your relationship felt like the highest form of betrayal. To confess to the man who's been torn apart and stitched together more times than one can count - that you felt unlovable, was something you couldn't bear.

The amount of hurt you would cause him simply by sharing was enough to deter you. So, for that reason alone, you kept it hidden. Letting yourself wallow in the crappy feeling unaided.

Your phone vibrates on your nightstand beside you, the screen obnoxiously bright - the white almost blinding you within your dim bedroom. Teary-eyed, you peek over at the caller ID, your boyfriend's name displayed beside his picture.

You wanted to talk to him - to hear his voice, but you knew your wavering tone would give away your dismal state. So, you let his call go to voicemail, like all his others from this evening.

Feeling guilt-ridden for declining his calls, you pick up your phone, deciding to send him a text instead. But when you unlock your phone, you see a pile of missed messages from Bucky, each text growing more and more worried at your sudden disappearance - his last one reading, 'I'll be over in 10' which was nearly ten minutes ago.

You exhale in frustration, cursing yourself as you wipe your eyes - carefully blotting the sensitive skin with one hand, the other typing a response. You decided on a small, white lie, replying, 'sorry, I was sleeping.'

The second your thumb presses send, you hear a frantic string of taps on your door - the repeated sound of knuckles knocking. You take a moment to situate yourself before making your way to your front entrance, socked feet paddling over to answer.

You peek through the peephole, your boyfriend on the other side - visibly distressed as he rakes through the front strands of his hair. You reach for the handle, unlocking the door with an expression you were sure to be disgrace. "I'm so sorry. I was in—" you start.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer. I got worried— I thought something happened," Bucky cuts you off, walking past you and stepping into your apartment.

You close the door behind him, turning to meet his frazzled features. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry. My phone was on silent, and I was in bed. I didn't see anything til just now," you confess, sharing parts of the truth.

He deeply exhales, gaze softening as he looks over you. He pauses, seeming like he's analysing you, eyes honing in on your evading ones. "What's wrong?"

You knew your gag would be up sooner or later, but you didn't expect it to be this soon. Sometimes, it was like your boyfriend knew things about you before you even did yourself - as though you failed to remember who you were talking to.

"Nothing," you smile, kissing his cheek as you step past him. "Just tired— didn't sleep properly."

"Yeah?" he hums, not quite believing your half-truths. He kicks off his boots and follows you into your room, soft footsteps behind you like a shadow. "How was your day?" he asks, talking like he's scoping you out.

You sit on the foot of your bed, shrugging at him dismissingly. "Same old. How was yours?"

He steps towards you, eyes darting around your room before focusing on you - everything becoming more apparent. "Fine. Good," he nods, softly groaning as he takes a crouch in front of you, kneeling on the floor between your legs so he's level with you. "What's wrong? What's going on?" he asks, eyes following you with the movement of his head, brows narrowing.

"Nothing," you reply, speaking faintly. Responding minimally in case your voice were to break.

"No?" he questions, placing a delicate hand over your knee - the palm emitting warmth onto your skin through the fabric of your pyjamas.

You shake your head, bottom lip beginning to waver under his attention.

"Then what's on your mind?" he asks gently, his tone warm and concerned.

"I told you," you avoid his eyes, looking down at your hands on your lap. "Didn't sleep well."

He sighs at your tenacity to push him away, head cocking to the side. He adjusts the stance on his knees, and your hands scramble for him - reaching out and holding onto him as if you were to stop him from leaving. Though only he wasn't leaving - he was just getting more comfortable.

"I wasn't leaving," he murmurs, slipping his hands into yours, thumb brushing over the back of your hand assuringly. "Did you think I was going to leave you?" he asks, lips lining into a faint frown.

You notice his brows tug upwards in the middle, the tell-tell sign he was beginning to think too hard. "No, I was just— I... don't know."

"Well, I'm not," he responds shortly, speaking like he was being stern with you - tough love. "Now, what's going on with you?" he asks, his grip on your hand tightening with a reassuring squeeze, the silent act encouraging you.

You inhale steadily, letting the air fill your lungs. "I haven't been feeling good."

He keeps his eyes on yours, following you. "Okay, why?" he questions shortly, wanting to get to the root of the problem as quickly as possible.

"I've been sad."

"Why?

You shrug. "I just have."

"I need more than that. Why have you been sad?"

"I don't know."

"Why?" he repeats, brows straightening.

"Because I feel... ugly."

He hesitates, his shoulders slumping at your confession, visibly digesting your words. "Ugly?" he recites, the remark leaving a foul taste on his tongue. "Honey," he lingers, softly shaking his head.

Bucky stills, his forehead creasing with what you perceive to be pity. His mouth opens as though he's going to say something, only for it to snap back shut. He faintly sighs, bringing your hand to his lips. "You know that's not true, right?" he rhetorically asks, pressing a kiss into the back of your hand.

You don't say anything, the only reply being a short exhale and an awkward smile.

"Because I think you..." he pauses, kissing another patch into your hand. "Are the prettiest," a slow smile lining his lips - an expression that's now mirroring yours.

It was so simple. Everything Bucky did to reassure you - he did with ease. Just the tiny, loving act instantly melting the tension in your mind. His care for you pushing away any sense of self-doubt.

He peppers another kiss into your hand. And another - littering a short string of them over your wrist. "Don't listen to your brain, okay? She's not always right," he murmurs, expression softening like it was reassuring his words.

"I know," you nod, weakly smiling at him. "Just—"

"Hard. I know," Bucky finishes your sentence, nodding at you understandingly.

He leans forward and places a soft kiss on the centre of your lips - his own brushing over yours sweetly, the action grounding and comforting. He pulls away first, eyes half-lidded as they glance over you, focusing on the almost pleading look on your face.

Your free hand reaches up to his face, palm enclosing his jaw as you bring him back in for a kiss - lips working over his more urgently than the time before.

"Thank you," you mumble against his mouth, merely pulling away to show your appreciation. "You're so kind to me."

His grip loosens on your hand, now sliding both up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss - tongue slipping into your mouth willingly. His lips leave yours, trailing a line of kisses along your jaw and down the side of your throat.

"Always," he murmurs, the short word muffling into your skin. Whispering, "I want to show you just how pretty you are."

A soft whine-like hum vibrates in your throat, the noise accepting his words eagerly. Your hand trails into the short strands of hair at the back of his head, fingers grazing his scalp as you hold him to the crook of your neck. Neck tilting to the side, allowing him more access to you as you reach for his jacket, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders.

He presses a final kiss into a patch of your skin and pulls away, looking at your ever-softening features - eyes and brows growing pliant under his attention. His hands slowly roam down to the hem of your t-shirt, fingers hooking under the fabric as they lift, pulling it off your head in a steady, swift motion.

You sit in front of him, chest bare and on display in front of him, letting him take you in - not shying away like you did earlier.

Bucky remains quiet, his eyes fixed on the lewd sight before him, silently storing the image for safekeeping. He brings his hands up towards your tits, cupping under each - holding them in his palms. "So beautiful," he hums, leaning in to place a kiss on the swell below your nipple, giving his attention to each breast.

He rolls them in his strong hands, delicately playing and toying with them, thumbs skimming over your sensitive, hardening nipples, pressing kisses into the skin above. He looks up at you from between your tits, eyes full of love, full of warmth - looking up into your blissed ones with nothing adoration.

He places a hand over your middle - fingers spread wide as he nudges you backwards, silently and carefully laying you down. Your bare back against the covers with him kneeling on the floor between your spread thighs.

Barely leaning over you, he reaches up to kiss a trail over your abdomen, lips skimming along your jittering stomach as his fingers slip into the waistband of your underwear and pyjama bottoms. He pulls them down - light tugs as he drags them off your hips and down your thighs, grazing kisses over your now-exposed skin as he undresses your lower half.

Pulling the fabric off your ankles, he sets it aside, replacing the material that just covered you with kisses - lips grazing up the length of your legs, chaste pecks over your skin like he was worshipping you. The kisses trail higher and higher, reaching up to the crease between your thigh and cunt where he continues the worship, tongue faintly swiping over the skin.

Your hands worm into the roots of his dark hair, fingers locking on the shorts as you hold him to where you want him, guiding him to the needy little spot between your thighs. Chest rising and falling, inner thighs twitching as the anticipation builds in your stomach.

He situates himself in front of your pussy, lips mere inches away as he softly breathes over it - teasing you, his eyes locked on your trembling stomach above. He places a peck on the bottom of your slit. And another. Lining a stripe of kisses up your cunt til he reaches your clit where he skates past the nub, tongue skimming over it.

Hands working over your thighs and to your hips, he adjusts you, placing your legs over his shoulders - letting them drape freely over his blades as he delves in deeper between your thighs, caressing your plushy folds with his lips and tongue.

You murmur the first half of his name only to be cut off by a whine, the desperate noise catching in your throat when he nips at your clit, his lips wrapping around the mound - tongue skillfully flickering across.

The noises he muffles are lewd and obscene - gruff, soft groans as he adulates your pussy, pushing his mouth in closer. Your fingers tug tighter on his roots at the consuming feeling, back lifting from the bed in an arch, mindlessly grinding your cunt into his face.

Within minutes, you become a twitching, moaning pile of mush, coating his chin with your slick as you cum - thighs clamping around Bucky's head between.

He places a final kiss on your pubic bone before pulling away, standing up with a chubbed-up cock in his pants, the area tenting after tasting you. You hold his gaze, looking up at him with blissed eyes and a stir in your stomach - the sight of him making your cunt twitch.

He wipes the wet from his chin on the back of his hand, briskly drying his stubble before undressing his lower half - tugging down on his combat pants and boxers, letting the material pool around his ankles as his cock springs free. Full length hard and ready, tip leaking precum.

You scooch up your bed, resting flat with your head on the pillow, eagerly awaiting him. Your thighs instinctively spread as he crawls up the bed and between your legs, slotting his lower half between you - anchoring his weight on his hands either side of your head.

He leans in to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue, the residual creamy slick transferring onto your own. Cock absentmindedly rubbing up against your pussy, the faint friction making you whimper into his mouth.

Your hands hook into the hem of his t-shirt, fingers gripping the bottom of the fabric as you guide it up his back, pulling it over his head as you break the kiss - his chest now bare and up against yours.

Balancing on his left metal hand, he dips the other between you, reaching for his cock, wrapping his fingers around the base. He gives himself a few short strokes, guiding his head towards you - pushing his tip through the slick of your folds, coating his cock in your wetness before sinking into you.

You take him at your own pace, walls fluttering and loosening around his shaft as he eases more of himself into you - your pussy swallowing little bits of him at a time. Your hand paws at his wrist placed on your hip, fingers enveloping around the thickness, silently pleading and begging him to get closer.

He looks down at the lewd sight of you spread out in front of him: your brows knitted, eyes soft, lips bitten - natural, unadulterated beauty all desperate and malleable for him. He notices the bliss cloud in your eyes and gives your glistening, stuffed pussy a final once over before hovering back over you, chest lingering above yours.

His lips skim over your jaw, trailing even more kisses down the side of your throat, giving you easing, reassuring pecks as he slips more of his cock into you - distracting you from the dull ache.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers into your skin, sealing the compliment with a kiss. "You really are," he adds, pressing kisses into your shoulder. "I don't know how you don't see it."

You bend at the knee, holding it at his side - the new angle opening your hips wider, allowing that last bit of his cock to slide in, head hitting at the hilt. You keep him snug to you, arms lazily wrapped around his neck, your other leg entangling with his as your lips shadow each other.

The moonlit room fills with soft, wet clicking - the sound of your pussy and sticky skin hitting cuts through the bliss-filled noises that slip past both of your lips, lewd noises surrounding you in the dark.

Bucky pulls his forehead from the crook of your neck to look down at you, eyes hinting at something - like his mind was temporarily elsewhere.

"Earlier," he starts, his voice hoarse as his hips wind into you, cock rubbing your walls so nicely. "When you said that thing," he adds, following your eyes when they bashfully divert away. "You tell me when you feel like that... I'd be happy to remind you just how pretty you are."

a/n. I had an idea for myself, what?? and my first full fic in almost a year??

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sunaluv · 10 months

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A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

#eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader

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cosmal · 1 year

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you said hurt/comfort? maybe reader always gave to much of themselves in relationships (like they buy a lot of gifts, they’re the first one asking to hang out, stuff like that) and never had as much effort in return (w their ex partner for example idk) and when james (who’s love languages i hc are all) gives as much effort as reader does, and like buys them gift without reason, reader is just crying bc omg someone cares about me

this was really about me lmao i need comfort and very long sorry

pasta

summary no one has ever cooked you dinner before. james fixes that for you.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this req is literally from nov but i wrote it like two months agar and never posted im so sorry. also combined with this! request.

James bursts through your door with a mouthful of apologies already on his tongue.

"Sorry, I tried to knock but my hands were full!" he says breathlessly, holding a ridiculous amount of bags in his hands, mumbling sorry's for scaring you.

You stand at the bottom of your hallway with a hand held to your chest. "You okay? Do you need a hand?"

"Don't move a muscle," he says firmly when he reaches the kitchen bench, heaving his groceries up onto the marble with a groan. You move your hand to your lips to stifle a laugh.

"I don't want to be rude," you move to stand next to him at your kitchen island, "but what are you doing here?" You say it with a softness. He usually calls or messages you before he shows up at your flat.

"We made plans, remember," he says smiling. He kisses you on the side of your head before composing himself, starting to unpack the bags.

"I went to Morrison's and bought a bunch of stuff. Thought I'd cook you dinner." You did make plans, they were your idea. You didn’t expect him to do anything for you, you expected to maybe take him to the park for lunch or something.

"Oh," you say lightly.

You watch as he unpacks. Cloves of garlic, parsley, thickened cream, fettuccine, eggs, and pancetta. It looks like all the helpings for a carbonara. There's a Sara Lee chocolate bavarian sat to the side with frosted ice all over the cardboard that you assume is dessert. You've only been together for a few months and you're yet to have a homecooked meal together.

You're sure you've never had anyone cook you dinner before. Not without a reason or a special occasion. You worry suddenly that you've forgotten an important date.

You hum and smile along as James buzzes around the kitchen with enough energy to power a small country. You fret that you're tamping down his good mood but you're trying to remember your anniversary. And the first time you kissed. The first time you met. For a second you think you've forgotten your birthday.

He says something to you and you crack an uneven smile.

"Sweetheart?" he says again. He stops where he's got the side of his knife pressed into a head of garlic.

You blink. "Sorry, what did you say?'' You try to hide your emotion. Your voice is scratched with dread and you bite down into your lip to stay calm.

"I asked you how your day was," he repeats, setting the knife on his chopping board. He's grated half a block of cheese while you've been stuck in your head. You hope you haven't embarrassed yourself.

"Have I missed something?" you ask, voice drenched in worry. You hide your hands under the kitchen bench where you pick at your nails.

"Hmm?" he hums, eyebrows pinched together.

"You're cooking me dinner," you say, James's confusion worsens, "Is there a special reason?"

"Not really," he shrugs all blasé. This makes it worse. You don't understand.

"Then why..."

"Did you already have plans?" James worries, smile faltering. His confusion warps into something like embarrassment. "Sorry, honey, I didn't even ask."

"No, Jamie, it's not that!" you backtrack, feeling more awful than before. You just feel out of your own depth. "I've just never..."

He moves around the bench to stop where you're sitting on one of your bar stools. Your knees press into his thighs he's so close. "What's the matter?"

You grab his hands before you pick your nails raw. You think about hiding your embarrassment in his chest but decide against it. If you get too close to him you might forget bout the entire reason you're upset. You'd rather it that way but you're sure he wouldn't.

"I've never had someone cook for me," you admit quietly. You warm with a prickling heat and squirm in your rickety bar stool.

"Oh," he says, all sullen. "Well, that won't do."

You look up at him and worry you look pathetic. He cracks a smile and you're sure it's on your behalf. "What?"

"No one ever has cooked for you?" he asks. He's not rubbing in, he sounds shocked

"No," you say. You sound stupid, you're sure you look it too. You want to crawl up into a ball.

"Y/N, I know you've had boyfriends before." He knows about your past relationships and how they weren't the best. But surely they'd at least made you dinner. James overestimates them sorely.

"They never did any of this stuff for me," you sniffle. The first tear is a shock and then James is looking at you all upset and confused and the next one isn't as startling.

He wraps his arms around your back and holds you close to his chest quicker than you can reach to wipe your face. He presses slow and hot kisses into the top of your head and your tears worsen. They're sticky and thick, his cotton shirt catches the brunt of your embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you mumble with the side of your face smooshed into his firm chest. It's too grounding and your tears don't slow like you wish they would.

"Hey, don't be," he says, smoothing a hand down your trembling back, "You deserve things."

You don't say anything, rubbing your cheek against his shirt. He tuts. "You deserve a relationship with effort, Y/N."

You hiccup. "I've never had someone care about me like you do."

James holds you so close you worry you're hurting him. He turns his head until his cheek is pressed into your hair and takes a breath. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you say and try not to disturb where he's resting on top of you. You like it more than you should. "It's okay."

"It's not."

"It is," you sniffle and pull yourself from his hold. He lets you go though with a hesitance. "It is because now I've got you."

James finally cracks a smile. "Right," he sniffles to compose himself, "right and I'm about to make you the best carbonara of you life."

"I'm excited." You wipe the remnants of your upset from your cheeks and smile wetly.

"Good."

James sets to work. Buzzing around the kitchen after he'd plugged his phone into your sound system. Shuffling the playlist he made a week into your relationship. He sings his heart out, stirring whatever it is he's got going on in the pan.

You sit at the edge of the bench with the biggest smile on your face when he starts to serenade you. Wooden spoon held to his mouth, he sings an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You laugh so hard you think you might be too sick to eat the pasta.

Later on that night when you're too full to move, James slides a box across the table and says, "I also got you this." With the prettiest grin you've ever seen.

You're overwhelmed with love for you to be upset. Your boyfriend is lovely and you think you might be the luckiest girlfriend on the planet.

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emilzke · 9 months

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Unwavering

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x gn!Reader

Summary: You’ve dug yourself deeper into a comforting yet confining hole, huddled up and rotting in bed when Leon returns - understanding exactly why he hasn’t heard from you & unwavering in his love for you.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcoholism, depression, just self destructive behaviour, bit of fluff.

Word count: 1.6k | Read on AO3

A/N: The most self-indulgent, written-only-for-me thing I’ve written so far but I’m posting it anyway bc maybe some ppl might relate & possibly find some comfort in it idk. This was supposed to be a drabble but it got out of hand lol (I always say that).

You thought the only warmth you’d experience that night was the enclosure of your soft duvet encasing your body like a womb, comforting and closed off from the rest of the world. If you spent enough time in your own cocoon of loneliness, would you feel brand new again once you emerged? Like a newborn baby with no thoughts or worries about anything at all? If only. The thought just made you sigh, curling into yourself even more.

There was an inch between your hand and your phone, hovering over it and unsure of whether to pick it up again. Could you bear seeing messages from your few loved ones, checking up on you, unable to answer? Could you bear seeing messages to people you held so dearly only a few months ago, a desperate tone in your words–or was that the familiar nagging voice in your head again, who knows? Your tears had dried, leaving your face tight and damp and your nose and eyes red, no doubt–not that you were anywhere near a mirror to even look. The duvet kept you safe, warm, and uninterrupted by anything or anyone.

If your loneliness was chosen and self-created, was it really loneliness to begin with? No, so with a weak arm, you placed your phone on your bedside table and tried to fall asleep–to make the time go by quicker until–

It was somewhat cruel to expect him to come back like a knight in shining armour to fix whatever deep pit of loneliness you were feeling right now. But it was times like this when every part of yourself–the current aching one, the naive one of the past, maybe even the healed one of the future–agreed on something. That the utterance of one name in your mind, Leon, was a flicker of light in the comforting womb and the destructive prison you had made for yourself, one that wouldn’t let anything or anyone get in, not even the messages from your concerned lover just wanting to make sure you were okay, telling you that he was coming home to check on you.

Leon had begun to think that his lack of updates had finally severed that red string tying you to him, the one that he could feel you were strengthening on your own, in your time apart. But this time was different, he hadn’t heard from you. But he knew you, he knew you felt deeply, felt things that had no bearing on your unwavering love for him. So, with the bodies of dead bioweapons at his feet—when he should be thinking of other more pressing matters, but nothing was more important than you–he told himself that.

So, when Leon entered your apartment in the very early hours of the morning to see cups of instant noodles scattered around the place and a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, memories of his drunken days with his own self-destructive tendencies flowed back to him. He knew the reason for your lack of messages or your halfhearted replies, for his own messages to you not long ago were the same–if he even messaged you at all.

Leon opened the door to your bedroom slowly, worried he would wake you, and saw your clothes scattered on the floor. He couldn’t see you, apart from the shape of your figure lying on your side and curled up into a ball underneath the covers, but he didn’t have to see you properly for the tips of his lips to turn slightly upwards–just knowing you were there and okay was enough. He shed off his clothes in an instant, put on some sweatpants, and lifted the duvet ever so gently to climb into bed and under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you and settling into the warmth you had made curled up in your cocoon.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt the duvet being lifted, feeling the cold of your bedroom hit your skin and reminding you that a world existed outside of the comforting yet constraining hole you had dug for yourself. But those arms you thought of while crying sometimes encircled you in warmth, that chest you always buried yourself into pressed against your back, and those legs that you hoped would lead him back to you were now entangled with yours.

You wanted to be alone, you wanted Leon here–it was a constant back and forth in your mind, picking at a daisy’s petals.

“I haven’t heard from you,” Leon said in a soft whisper right next to your ear, it sent a shiver down your spine. You could say nothing to explain yourself, nothing that wouldn’t seem like excuses in your mind. So, you gulped and tensed. “I’m sorry,” was all you could say in a croaky voice, not recognizing the voice that came out of your lips–it had been a while since you even uttered a word; you had no reason to, no one to talk to anyway.

“You…always want to know if I’m okay. The same goes for me,” Leon continued gently with a soothing arm running up and down yours. “I want to know you’re okay too,” he said. The sincerity and the tinge of concern seeping through his voice made your stomach drop more. It was dark and you were both underneath the covers, you couldn’t see anything, but you felt the room swirl around you.

“I practically lay in bed all day, Leon. There’s nothing dangerous about that but you–” you began but were shushed by Leon and his thumb grazing over your lips as he cups your face gently.

“Thoughts can be just as destructive… trust me, I would know,” Leon whispered and your shoulders tensed and your heart pounded in response. You could feel his hair against your skin as he nestled into your neck, his hand reaching over to hold yours.

All of this, whatever this was, was just reminding Leon of all the bad memories you tried so hard to help him deal with, to not necessarily forget them but to acknowledge them and set them aside. But now here you were. Why would he put up this? You asked yourself, thinking of all the times he would have to comfort you like this. “I-I’m sorry,” was all you could say in a hushed voice, yet again. You could think of nothing else.

“I love you. You know that, right?” Leon said softly as he squeezed your hand reassuringly, somehow reading your thoughts. While you were thinking back to all the times Leon had to comfort you like this, he was thinking back to all the times you comforted him–loved him when he didn’t want it, didn’t know what was good for him. Isn’t that what love is?–he asked himself, pulling you closer–unwavering and unconditional?

“Y-yeah…” you replied quietly, letting out a shaky breath. You knew he loved you, loved you more than anyone else ever had, and you loved him. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from swirling in your head. You should be better, you shouldn’t drag him down with you like this.

Leon sighed before he placed a gentle kiss on your neck, squeezing your hand again. “You know nothing, and I mean nothing, would change that right?” he said, recalling the things you used to tell him when he could barely think straight let alone talk without slurring his words. “You underestimate me, sweetheart.” Another kiss, this time on your cheek.

You could hear the slight smile in his voice, repeating exactly what you told him–it made your eyes sting and your vision blurry, tears threatening to fall. But just like always, with his goofy jokes and witty attitude, you couldn’t stop the faint smile that broke out on your face at his words. “Yeah,” you said with a slight nod. Were you reassuring him or yourself? You didn’t know but you squeezed Leon’s hand back, earning yet another kiss on the cheek. It made it hard to want to stay alone in your self-created loneliness, digging a hole for yourself so deep no one would bother to try to lift you out.

“Okay, I know you love the warmth under here and it is comfy but it’s getting a little warm with both of us in here, don’t you think?” Leon joked and you chuckled for what felt like the first time in months. Leon could listen to that sound, the sound of your laughter, all day–you were facing away from him, unable to see the tenderness in his eyes and the slight tremble in his lips.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said with a chuckle, turning over to face him on your side as you lifted the duvet down with you. Your bedroom surrounding you was still dark, early in the morning before the sunrise. But now you were out of the covers that had both kept you warm and trapped, your surroundings weren’t as dark as you thought they would be–it was difficult to discern from the ensnaring comfort of your duvet cave.

Your eyes trailed back to Leon in front of you now. As much as you loved feeling his body against you, his eyes–blue like the sky on a rainy day–were your favourite feature of his. You could see them clearly now, unwavering in their tenderness as he pulled you into his arms once again.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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I NEED ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS, I BEG YOU 😭

·˚ ༘ ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS !

# warnings: gn!reader, fluff and a little hurt/comfort, mentions to arguments, somewhat suggestive but no nsfw, swearing, idk how many words this is but quite a bit LOL, unedited

# a/n: LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US THAT I JUST SO HAPPENED TO WANT ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS TOO. ENJOY MY FRIEND.

no one knows how you two got into a relationship and to be honest, you don't really know either. like how did you bag itoshi mf rin 😨 the most unlikeable bitch anyone will ever meet in their life... (lovingly)

bachira asked you if you were okay the first time you met and rin immediately lunged at him. like, please stop babe, you're just proving meguru's point !

how you met and all is a story for another time <3 because holy fucking shit is it a long one.

but the point is, although rin takes a while to open up, he is an amazing boyfriend, despite what everyone believes :,)

claims that he needs an independent partner bc he needs his space from time to time and you were completely understanding, even agreeing that some privacy here and there is nice.

except as it turns out, rin is the most co-dependent partner there is 💀 it's no longer 'i' bc it is now 'we'! slay!

he literally needs you to go to the grocery store with him and expects you hold his hand the entire time too- literally.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"you know how to buy your own green tea, why do i need to come with you?" you ask when rin pops his head into your study room where you were reading your book. "please?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you accompany him (almost) every time. if you're out he even waits for you to get home just so you can go with him like boy wtf...

well his love language is quality time saur.

expresses his love through gifts and acts of service as well. all of the gifts he buys for you are genuinely so well thought-out, like you almost tear up at all of them. one of them was a teddy bear that said 'you're better than mediocre.' and you almost cried 🗣🗣 okay but fr, he got you an anniversary gift of all his favourite moments with you, adding spotify bar codes to the pictures. there were photos from before u even dated like rin 😭😭😭😭 he is so babygirl pls take care of him.

on that note, i headcanon that rin has decent music taste. he listens to rock and alt, even anime soundtracks 🤣 but bc he's fluent in english, i bet he listens to arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood on REPEAT 🔁

wait yeah lover of music, it just makes sense for him to have a collection of headphones in his room. he likes to make you playlists too :( rinnie :( for me???

(rin also has a love language of offering you the first bite of food. you're sharing ice cream? here, have the first spoon. wanna try some of rin's lunch? he's already offering it. the smoothie he's having sounds good? he's already pushing it towards you.)

ALSO ☝️ BC THIS FUCKER LOVES HORROR, IT'S SOMETIMES TO A POINT THAT IT GETS YOU KINDA SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE... HOW IS HE SO IMMUNE TO ALL THE BLOOD... AND VIOLENCE...

he's SICK for this. you never let him pick the movies whenever you want to watch something.

also like it's a good enough reason to not get on his bad side. mans probably has 100 ways to k*ll shidou and get away with it.

anyways, rin would probably be hesitant to let you meet his family (read: sae). he's not ashamed of you, he's ashamed of sae.

so when his family demands to meet you, rin finally caves, agreeing to a dinner back home. only to find out he had nothing to worry about. his mother and father love you, saying how you were so beautiful the whole dinner, and how lucky rin was to have you. they even brought up the topic of marriage and you and rin kinda just sat there like 😐😁 smile and wave... smile and wave...

internally though, rin was over the moon knowing that you're accepted by his family. he loves his mum and dad, and although his relationship with sae is rocky with no smooth waves in sight, his opinion is... 'appreciated'.

best part was that his mother then turned to sae and went 'when are you going to get a partner as well?' and rin SENT HIM THE MOST SHIT-EATING GRIN EVER LMFAOOOOOOO

they got into a fight whilst cleaning the dishes that night.

rin then takes u home and pampers u, still high from the happiness that seeing u with his family brought 😇

WAIT ALSO - YOU TWO DEFINITELY SHOWED UP TO THE DINNER WITH MATCHING FITS >:o

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN'S WARDROBE LIKE DAMN SHAWTY... LET ME HIT... so he'll 100% shop for you too.

in fact, he's the best boyfie to take shopping, he'll be like 'no that's not your colour, but the fit is nice' or be like 'you might need a different size. this one isn't right' - you trust his judgment way more than your friends.

when you are out with your friends shopping, you'll send rin photos for his opinions and he never misses 💯 drops whatever he's doing to respond bc he's gotta make sure his pretty lover has the best wardrobe!!

rin loves paying for your shopping sprees too. no matter how much you try to wrestle him for who pays, he will always win. you make it even though by paying for your meals that day (the difference in how much money is spent on clothes and food will never compare, but it makes you feel a little less guilty so rin indulges you).

also attentive af. knows your tastes in almost everything, memorised your little habits and how you like certain things done. very dedicated bf once you realise just how much he loves doing things for you.

i just had this thought:

you know how couples post on tiktok all the time? well, you thought it would be nice if you could participate in one trend with rin.

you just thought it'd be a small post to share with your friends but instead, you seemed to forget to turn on the 'only friends can view option', it blew the FUCK up - like ofc it would, that's itoshi mf rin... but the comments were all like 'why are you with him', or 'dump him... you're too hot for him...', or 'you can do sooo much better than him'.

look, no matter how sensible rin is, he's not immune to drama and this bitch will not settle for when people tell him he doesn't deserve you like did YOU GO THROUGH TWO YEARS OF PINING??? I DON'T THINK SO. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

so he's on your account, picks the comment 'i could treat you better than him', films himself giving the commenter the middle finger before you pull him in by the collar to give him a big ol kiss, cutting the video at the exact time that you both stumble out of frame.

look, it's not the most optimal way to fight back against the haters 🙄 but he doesn't need to prove nothing, not like anyone else gets you all to themselves.

oh this man has a banger social media presence, on his main AND on his private accounts.

he prefers posting on the priv bc there he can freely show u off and be more authentic.

itoshirinpriv I love when Y/n wears the things I buy them

─ megurusundercover when will u buy me things rinnie </3

╰┈➤ itoshirinpriv Choke and die

╰┈➤ megurusundercover kinky ;)

─ isagi11 Hi @y/n !

╰┈➤ y/n HI YOICHI !!!!

LOVES A SUPPORTIVE S/O, EVEN IF HE DOESN'T LET IT SHOW!!! WEAR HIS JERSEY AT A MATCH AND CHEER FOR HIM AND YOU HAVE HIS HEART !!! RECORD HIS MATCHES FOR HIM AND WATCH THEM WITH HIM AND HE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!! he doesn't ask for much, just a little appreciation back :<

also don't try to compete against rin in anything unless you have guaranteed victory bc this mf is competitive AF.

will spare you on some occasions but more often than not, will give 100% into everything.

you use this to your advantage like 'hey babe, wanna see who can clean more of the house in one hour?' and HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY EVERY TIME. to be fair, so do you because like you want a clean house, but rin is SO speedy when there's a challenge involved.

easy defeat every time but you can't be mad.

hc that rin can't cook for shit. so you'll have to be there with him or just ban him from the kitchen straight up.

you taught him how to make microwave popcorn and that's about the only thing he is permitted to make.

even his diet-regulated smoothies are all made by you because holy fuck he somehow always messes up the recipe despite it being really clear and concise.

also you steer clear from him when he's working out because he just looks TOO GOOD working out that i makes you feel a little funny and pathetic 😇

if you are someone who does enjoy exercise, rin would love to take this chance to spend some more time together. you could be doing a pilates workout and rin is in the corner lifting weights, glancing over to you ever so often, sending him winks when you catch him.

loves going on hikes with you, no matter the difficulty, how steep or flat, he just really likes being active and if you join him, he'll be SO happy.

also u know how he loves yoga and meditation? if hiit and sweat-inducing workouts aren't for you, he likes stretching with you and teaching you breathing exercises that help throughout the day.

100/10 MASSEUSE BTW !!!! 👍👍👍👍

ofc, relationships aren't always perfect and especially when dealing with rin, someone who has quite a fair bit of trauma from being abandoned and left behind, it only worsens the tension.

believes you're going to leave him every time </3 like no :( just bc you're mad at him doesn't mean you've stopped loving him.

communication is so important. rin has a tendency to catastrophize a lot so please, put your pride aside and talk to him! reassure him! spend some time with him! that's how post-arguments usually go.

then you'll talk it out calmly, expressing both of your perspectives, apologising for breaking boundaries and trying to adapt accordingly.

this routine is a delicate one and it took months of putting aside your immaturity in order to grow together. especially rin who is so full of pride, but when he realised that his stubbornness wasn't winning him anything, he shattered his hardened perception of self and let you in.

"rin?" you whisper, poking your head into your shared bedroom delicately, afraid to upset the beast sleeping in there even more.

"what," he snaps, sitting on his side of bed in a hunched over position. he hugs his legs close to his body and the sight breaks your heart a little.

"i'm watching 'the shining', you can join me if you'd like to."

he grumbles something inaudible before you close the door quietly, hoping he'd cave because you chose this movie just so he'd come around. it's his favourite after all.

setting out a bowl of popcorn and some beverages of choice, you just manage to get the movie up when rin emerges from the bedroom, all gloomy and moody. he plops down on the opposite side of the couch, chin on his hand.

he's pretending like you don't exist which is fine by you, you know he'll cave eventually. so, you slide a cup of water and the bowl of popcorn to him and settle in, pressing 'play'.

around 15 minutes in or so, you're too engrossed in the movie to hear rin's quiet shuffling, and how he's now crossed the distance to sit next to you. his hand comes up to your shoulder to get your attention and when he has it, rin's quick to manoeuvre you so that you were now lying down on the couch.

he then plops down, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

"i'm sorry," whispers the striker. such simple words with such heavy meaning, especially coming from him.

you know he wants to say more, but you know better than he can't get it out, so, you begin threading your fingers through his hair, just how he likes it. rin softens completely against you.

"it's okay," you reassure.

"you're too good for me."

the next morning there's a bouquet of flowers and dessert from your favourite bakery on the kitchen counter.

rin wakes up at a reasonable hour. he likes to start off his days between 8 to 9 am, with 9-10 hours of sleep.

your sleep cycle has been synced with his because he hates sleeping without you beside him.

unless you have a good reason to push back sleep, he will not stand for it. stop depriving yourself of sleep and give your body the rest it deserves!!!!!

has a set night routine with you.

also i'm sorry but rin loves making out + neck and hand kisses are his favourite to give to you + he loves receiving temple and lip kisses.

goes to parties and clubs but very reluctantly. he doesn't like to drink, especially during soccer season, so there's not a lot of joy he can find in going out, except when he gets to eye you up and down all night and have fun with you AYEEEE 🕺😩

'you can wear whatever u want, i can fight' bf.

one thing you learn abt this man overtime is that he truly does not care how you dress. even tho it seems like he's judging you, he loves everything you wear and will admire you appreciatively 24/7.

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shentheauthor · 1 year

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Headcanons for how the Harbingers react to their S/O getting into a fight and just beating the breaks off of some assholes who were insulting their beloved Harbinger? And the Harbingers see this happen? But then the next time they see their beloved Harbinger, they wanna act like they slick and that they didn't just solo a bunch of people in a fight to defend their honor?

On it 🫡

Harbingers with an s/o who defends them

~~~~~

Pierro:

First of all, he’s frankly shocked

He was ready to deal with it himself, but THERE YOU GO—

Just kinda watches for a minute in shock before getting hit with pride

Of course he’s concerned for your safety

And he will scold you to make sure you don’t put yourself in danger

But the way you act so casual after will give him pause

How often do you do this???

How strong are you if you can solo a bunch of people and not break a sweat???

Confused and shook, but he appreciates it

“Next time, let me handle it, dear”

Capitano:

He normally wouldn’t even bother with people insulting him, unless it’s soldiers who need to be put in their place

But oh boy

When you go in, fists flying and WINNING that fight?

He is SO impressed

He never knew his s/o had so much hidden strength!

He would tell you to let him handle it, but he secretly likes being protected

It’s nice to have someone else take the wheel

He’s not really phased by you pretending you didn’t just lay a dozen people out in front of him

He’s casual about his achievements too, it’s no big deal

Y’all are a literal power couple, it’s kinda terrifying KGKBKDKV

Dottore:

He’d be shocked by two things: the fact that you had this much hidden strength, and the fact that you beat him to it…

He wants to study you (literally)

“My dear, why didn’t you tell me you were so powerful? I would’ve asked you to participate in my experiments sooner!”

Don’t do it bestie—

He’d find your casualness hilarious

Def wants to pick your brain and find out why you brush it off like “it was nothing”

(It’s bc you care about him, he’s just stupid)

Be prepared to fight off his experiments for a LONG time

Unless you want to participate for some reason???

Columbina:

She hides her surprise well

But honestly she’s delighted

She likes being protected, and she finds it adorable that she has a personal defender now

“Perhaps I should hire you as a bodyguard, hm?”

Even more amused by the casualness of it all

You can perform incredible feats of strength when it comes to defending her, and brush it off like it’s just another Tuesday

It’s impressive, especially for a human

If you’re visionless? That’s just even cooler

Columbina doesn’t want you to sell yourself short in front of her

So she will encourage you to display your strength more often

She definitely doesn’t just think it’s hot, not at all /s

Arlecchino:

How did you beat her to it???

Seriously, she’s so fast to deal with insubordination, your speed is terrifying

Not to her tho

She thinks it’s impressive as hell, and she just watches with a smile

Doesn’t really get why you’re so casual about it

“You can’t seriously be trying to gaslight me into believing it wasn’t impressive 😒”

Lets you handle things from now on

Nobody else gets that honor

You are her personal bodyguard

Is it because she likes watching you fight, or watching people in pain from the outside?

The answer is both

Everyone is scared of y’all

Pulcinella:

One of the few who’s just worried, not impressed

A bit shocked, but the concern takes over fast

“Are you alright????”

Utterly baffled when you not only emerge without a scratch

But without even seeming to care about what you did

“Oh haha yeah it’s nbd, I’m happy to defend you”

“YOU TOOK OUT TEN PEOPLE”

You’re giving this man a heart attack

He tries to keep you away from people insulting him now

He doesn’t want you making things worse unintentionally, or getting hurt

Mostly getting hurt

He can’t stop you all the time tho, so plenty of rude politicians end up in the hospital still 😭😭

Scaramouche:

Again, how did you beat him to it

He’s annoyed at first, bc he had it under control

But that vanishes when he sees you LAY WASTE to the idiots that insulted him

He’s so impressed

He will hide it, of course, but he would be so bad at it

Especially when you brush it off after he asks about it

“What do you MEAN it’s no big deal????”

His tone sounds like he’s berating you

But he’s actually hyping you up

*don’t sell yourself short, you’re amazing, you’re so cool and strong aaaAaAaa*

That’s what he’s thinking

You are VERY impressive for a mortal

And if he lets you take care of insubordination from now on? Well that’s none of anyone’s business

Sandrone:

Honestly? She’s slightly annoyed that you damaged them so badly

She wanted some new dolls, dang it

BUT!!!

She also loves it 😭😭

She’s highkey down bad for you, and this only made it worse

Annoyed when you ignore what happened

“Don’t just pretend nothing happened, doll”

Demands an explanation as to HOW you did that

If she doesn’t get one, she’ll be pissy 😭

But hey at least she has a super strong partner who can take care of the dirty work so she doesn’t have to

Signora:

Dawg

This woman is not easily flustered

But you did the impossible and actually got her to blush

RIZZED UP

She would hide it fast, but man you impressed her

She doesn’t need protection at all, but she will accept it if it comes from you

Still, she makes sure you understand just how reckless that stunt was

“Let me take care of it from now on”

Lowkey angry when you pretend it never even happened

You can’t just do that??? And not answer any questions about it???

The audacity

Still, genuinely proud of you, happy, and a tad concerned for your safety

Pantalone:

Now where did you get those skills from???

This man is hella curious

“You never told me you could do that, darling…”

When you answer with “do what?”

Oh man, the offended look on this man

He doesn’t like secrets being kept from him, even if it… isn’t really a secret

Will deliberately bring you to places he knows he’ll get insulted

Partially bc he wants you to acknowledge it, and partially bc he also loves the feeling of being defended like that

He also likes seeing his enemies get the shit beat out of them

Congrats, you’re his personal bodyguard now /srs

Like he will deadass pay you money

You have a new job now KRKBKBKWKKV

Tartaglia:

I saved the best for last (I totally don’t just go in rank order every time so I don’t leave anyone out, nooo…)

My god this man is EXCITED

He is RIZZED

“Beautiful, fun, AND strong??? You’re so perfect :D”

No matter how much you pretend it didn’t happen, he won’t let it go

Constantly asking you to spar

He will talk bad about HIMSELF just to see if you’ll fight him

It wont work

Please please spar with him, he’ll be so happy

Of course he doesn’t want you to put yourself in excessive danger

But he will offer to train you

POWER COUPLE!!!

He loves having someone who will watch his back

He will have to keep you from overdoing it tho 😭😭😭 sometimes it’s better to let things go than fight

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #harbinger headcanons #Shen’s headcanons #Pierro #capitano #Dottore #columbina #Arlecchino #pulcinella #Scaramouche #Sandrone #Signora #Pantalone #Tartaglia #fatui x reader #harbingers x reader #SO MANY TAGS

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hellcat8908 · 6 months

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can i please request where reader is admiring azriels beauty, she’s talking to feyre and nesta whilst drinking wine and reader just drunkenly gushes abou az. ” yeah he’s hot and handsome and sexy but above all that he so fucking pretty, like he’s is so beautiful like and actual stunner. mother above i cannot believe he’s with me🥲” and then she starts sobbing bc he’s too pretty and feyre just calls on the batboys who were in a meeting with amusement, azriel gets worried st first but then nesta explains, and reader cries

” you’re just so pretty az what the hell??? ”

he blushes and shyly smiles and he just carries her to their bedroom, and helps her get into bed😍🥲

Drunk Rambles Azriel x Reader

Nothing but fluff

You had taken off work early to surprise Azriel, but when you arrived at the river house, he was in a meeting with Rhys and Cass. Feyre and Nesta invited you to have a glass of wine with them while the boys were in their meeting. "Alright, but just one. Azriel will kill me if I overdo it." You say with a smile. You sit in the living room relaxing and catching up on their days as well as yours. Soon, your glass is empty, and you decide one more won't hurt. As the conversation continues, you loosen up more, feeling the effects of Rhys' expensive wine. You were always a lightweight compared to the rest of the inner circle. You help yourself to another glass as the conversation turns towards the boys. You can't help but gush about how stunning you find Azriel. You laugh and giggle, and the subject of wingspan gets brought up, making you blush.

"Don't get me wrong, Wingspan is impressive, and he can definitely back up that theory, but he's just so damn pretty, like I can never get used to how pretty he is. Not to mention that he is all mine. When you look at him and look at me, it's like we're not even in the same league." Suddenly, your emotions are all over the place, and you're sobbing. You always seemed to get over emotional when you drank. That was part of the reason Azriel kept an eye on you when you did. "Oh honey, it's okay. You're absolutely beautiful." Feyre says, trying to comfort you. "He's just so damn pretty, I don't understand how." Nesta can't help but let out a small laugh. "You know he can't keep his hands off you. You're so pretty, too." Nesta adds trying to be helpful. You only cry harder, burying your face in your hands. Feyre gives Nesta a knowing look before mentally telling Rhys that Azriel is needed in the kitchen for an emergency.

"What's the emergency?" Azriel asks before noticing you crying. "What is going on?" He asks as he crosses over to where you're sitting and gently pulls your hands away from your face. "We invited her to have some wine with us while she waited for your meeting to end." Feyre says as Rhys joins her side, waiting to see how this plays out. "We didn't mean for her to get upset." Nesta adds as Cassian stands beside her. "Hey, princess. What's wrong?" Azriel asks, turning his attention back to you. "You're just so pretty Az, what the hell?" He stares at you, confused before looking around for any sort of help. "You're just so damn pretty it's not fair." You say as his cheeks turn pink from blushing at your announcement. "Okay, you've definitely had more than enough to drink. Let's get you to bed, princess." He says before carefully picking you up from the chair.

He carries you to your bedroom and gently sits you on the edge of the bed. "How did you get get so pretty?" You ask as he crosses to the closet to grab your pajamas. "Just did, but you're way prettier, princess." He says before kneeling in front of you. He starts unlacing your boots before sliding them off and tossing them aside. "Lift." He says softly before pulling your leggings and panties off and having you step into the shorts. "It should be a crime." You mumble. "What should be a crime?" He asks before pulling your shorts up. "You being this attractive." You say watching him blush. "Arms up, princess." He says before removing your shirt followed by your bra. He slips the tank top on you. "Better?" He asks now that you're in pajamas. "No, you're still ridiculously good-looking."

He chuckles before stripping down to his boxer briefs and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. "Oh, princess. What am I going to do with you?" He teases as he climbs into bed next to you. He carefully tucks you into his side, wrapping his arm around you. "Love me and let me drool over your stunning features." You say before yawning. The exhaustion from crying finally started to catch up with you, not to mention the alcohol. "I'll always love you and drool your little heart out, princess." He says as you snuggle further into him. You rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat gently lulling you to sleep. "Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams." He whispers before kissing the top of your head. You mumble a good good night before your eyes close, giving into your tiredness. He lays there gently stroking your back and hair as he can't help but find you adorable, especially when you ramble.

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sexybabystevie · 10 months

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soft steve thought: anytime you cry he pushes up the sleeves of his sweater or jacket and brushes your tears away w them bc he’s an attentive cutie. one day you’re wearing one of his sweaters and you do the same thing for him and he’s like :o

okay so COINCIDENTALLY i think i had reader wipe away steve's tears in a similar manner in my hurt/comfort, steve-visits-max-in-the-hospital-post-s4 fix it fic that i wrote a while back, so if you wanna see this in more of a fic setting instead of just little steve thoughts, the fic can be found here! i totally recommend it, it was something i was really proud of writing a few months ago!!!

anyway, let's get into this one, which is SO super cute btw!!

even if you aren't the most emotional person, everyone cries for some reason or another, and no matter that reason, steve can always sense it. he sees the way you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, watches as your eyes grow distant, undoubtedly trying to hold yourself together - in hawkins, doesn't everyne have to be brave? it's practically a residential requirement at this rate.

so, after whatever is going on is over - only in the cases where it's life or death, otherwise you're steve's number one priority as his partner!! - steve harrington is the absolute first person to whisk you away to try and talk to you, or even to just let you cry for a while. he knows sometimes there's no benefit to talking through it, and he's more than okay with holding you and keeping you grounded while you do.

one thing about these moments is always the same, though, and it's that steve always, always, ALWAYS picks you up after. he uses the end of his sweater sleeves or jacket sleeves to wipe away your tears, sometimes silently, sometimes whispering little words of encouragement into the space between you.

"shh, it'll be okay," "you've got me now," "i'll take care it, promise," etc, etc.

if you end up crying about something a little less serious - something silly or from an excess of love - he'll give you a slightly worried smile, chuckling a little as he wipes them away instantly and shakes his head. "c'mon, baby, don't cry."

and, after all this treatment from him, when he finally decides he feels safe enough to open up to you - undeniably coming with a few tears at least - what else are you to do but the same thing he does to you? you take the end of your fuzzy sweater and gently wipe away at his eyes, and it's such a soft, intimate moment, combined with his realization that you care about him just as much as he cares about you, instantly makes him crack a smile. and although that definitely makes him cry a little harder, for different reasons now, you grow to learn that it's a certain way to cheer him up, to remind him of how much you pay attention and love him <3

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merikayina · 1 year

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hey, can I request lo'ak x fem human reader smut? So basically they've been dating for a while and she keeps asking him to have sex, but he refuses bc he's afraid of hurting her due to the size difference, even though that's kind of a kink for her... Thank you <3

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✦ lo'ak x f! human! reader

Tags: aged-up lo'ak, lo'ak as your boyfriend, smut, size kink, p in v, groping

Warnings: 18+ content, nsfw

Word Count: 1500+

A/N: hi, thank you so much for requesting! this will be the first ever fic I post here (and the first smut I've ever written) so I hope this turns out good >.< I've also aged-up Lo'ak and the reader to 20 for obvious reasons, hope you like it! ♡

You plopped onto one of the chairs in the lab, taking off your gas mask and bag filled with Pandoran flora samples and dropping them onto the desk. You close your eyes and lean back, the low buzzing of lab equipment filling the empty lab. "The lab's never been this quiet, everyone must be busy out in the field," You thought to yourself.

It's been two decades since the sky people left Pandora. Born here in Pandora at this exact day, you grew up with the remaining sky people manning the laboratories and the native Na'vi. However, unlike Spider, you were more accustomed to the lab than the outdoors. These days you only ever go outside the lab when tasked to collect fresh samples and, well, meeting up with a certain special Na'vi boy.

The sound of the lab entrance opening broke the silence. You spun the lab seat around to find none other than Lo'ak making his way towards you, hands behind his back.

A gleeful smile ran through your lips with a sudden burst of energy as you ran up to meet the boy in an embrace. More so embracing his legs since he's like 8 feet tall but you didn't really care. "Woah now," The boy chuckles as he tries to regain balance from the sudden hug, "Where have you been all day, I've been looking for you."

"They sent me out to gather more samples," You said staring up at his worried eyes, "Don't worry, Spider was with me. He insisted, saying he knows the ways of the forest better than I do, as if I haven't been living here my whole life."

The boy rolls his eyes while letting out a small chuckle. "Well, while you were out and about," Lo'ak said sitting down on one of the desks his hands revealing a small woven box, "I got something for my birthday girl."

"Lo'ak! You didn't have to!"

Curious and excited, you sat next to him on the desk and opened the box. Inside was one of those glowing fan lizards native here in Pandora. A smile crept up your face as you've never seen one in so long, mostly since they don't show up near the lab.

"I remember dad saying once that sky people give each other gifts on their birthdays so I thought I'd get you something special," He said scratching the back of his head, "Caught it myself."

"Lo'ak...it's dead."

Alarmed, the Na'vi boy hopped off the desk to examine the small creature in your hands. It was limp and shriveled up. "It must've suffocated inside the box," You said eyeing the poor creature.

"Oh no no no, fuck I messed it up," He worriedly exclaimed as he picked up the lizard from your hands.

"Hey hey, it's okay, the fact that you thought of getting me something is more than enough," You reassured him. Thanks to the height of the desk you were sitting on, you were able to cup his cheeks and pull him to a kiss with ease.

Lo'ak sets the lizard in the box to the side and pulls you to a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. "But I still ended up not getting you anything special though..." He murmured, "What kind of a boyfriend does that make me?"

You toyed with his hair for a bit before a sly smirk crept up your face. "Well, if you really wanna make up to me..." You say before brushing his braids and whispering something. The boy pulls back to meet your eyes. His look of concern met yours of eagerness.

"We talked about this, you know we can't. I'll just end up hurting you," He says with a sigh while resting his hands on your thighs, caressing them gently, "I can't bear myself to do that to you."

This was a conversation that was all too familiar to the two of you. You know he wants to do it, both of you do, but he seems to prioritize your own wellbeing over his own. Sometimes, you wonder to Eywa if that's a good thing or not. This conversation has always ended the same way, but not today. Not on your birthday.

You extend your hand to caress his cheek, trailing off to his shoulder and arms, eventually reaching and interlocking with his hand - all the while never breaking eye contact. "Your love can never hurt me," Your eyes reassured him. Time and time again you've made it clear to him that whatever happens - this is your decision and everything will be on you not him. Of course, this won't stop him from blaming himself if anything does happen, but you can't bear to see him like this, sacrificing his own desires for the sake of you. Lo'ak has always been the one to put you first and himself second when it comes to things, which was what made you love him in the first place. He has a good heart. However, this relationship won't work if it's just one sacrificing for the other, now it's your turn to put yourself second. Now, you want to return the favor.

"This is what I want Lo'ak."

The blue boy stares at you with conflicted eyes.

After a long silence, Lo'ak let's out a sigh of defeat as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. It starts off gentle but eventually got rough with you taking off your clothes as things progressed. You were having trouble unclasping your brassiere, which he took notice of. Without warning, the boy rips it open to expose your breasts which bounced in delight. He then proceeds to play with one as he sucked on the other, making you grab onto the back of his head and let out soft moans. He was getting into this really fast, he must've wanted to do this so badly for so long and now he's just letting himself loose.

You lay your back on the desk as Lo'ak starts making his way down your belly and to your crotch. Pulling his head back, Lo'ak gently takes off your pants to reveal your pussy which was already oozing in excitement. He flashed you a sly look and a quick smirk before spreading your legs apart - making your pussy squeeze more juices out. Like a hungry Ikran, he starts eating you out while using his tongue to trace the edges of your entrance and exploring the insides. Moans of delight escaped your breath as you squirm from all the stimulation this boy is giving you. This wasn't the first time he's tongue-fucked you, but this time it feels different. Good different.

After he had his fill, he starts taking off his loincloth, exposing his already hard member angrily slapping at his pelvis as it stood straight up. Propping yourself up with your elbows you could tell it was big, probably too big for a human to handle, but that didn't scare you. All you wanted was him, all of him, inside you.

Lo'ak turns his head towards you with a stern look. "Are you sure about this?" You slowly nod your head as you extend your hand. The boy reaches for your hand and interlocks with it with his. You may not have a queue of your own, but holding his hand alone was more than enough to feel the strong bond between the two of you.

Slowly, the boy lines up his tip to your entrance and starts sliding it right in. The juices lubricated the walls of your pussy making for an easier entrance. "Ngh...So...tight..." Lo'ak groans as he continued to thrust in. You, on the other hand, tilted you head up as you feel his whole member slowly expanding your insides. You tried your best not to but you can't help yourself, you let out a gasp of pain. The boy immediately stops and looks at you worried. "Are you okay?? Does it hurt? I'll pull it out right now-"

"N-no!" You gasped through the pain and tightening your grip on his hand, "Please, go on..."

After a moment of hesitation, Lo'ak thrusts it further until his member is fully inside you. You took a few gasps of discomfort as your insides adjusted to his size before giving him a nod to continue. Slowly, he starts thrusting back and forth. After a few successive thrusts, moans of pleasure finally escapes your mouth as his thrusts began hitting your sweet spot. Lo'ak perks up at this and took it as an encouragement to start thrusting harder, which in return earned him more moans of pleasure from you.

The sound of squelching thrusts, gasps of air, and lewd moans coming from you two filled the once quiet lab. "Fuck, y-yes Lo'ak-" You moaned between gasps of air as his member repeatedly slammed into your sweet spot. "I...Ngh-" Lo'ak can barely speak between his grunts of pleasure as he can feel the friction between your tight walls rubbing along his member. The desk was shaking from the intensity that pens and books, and even the bag of samples, were falling off of it.

Lo'ak pulls you closer and mounts onto you, resting his forehead onto yours. His free hand starts rubbing circles around your clit as yours grabbed onto the hair at the back of his head. This sent shivers throughout your whole body as you can feel a knot building up inside you the more he hit your sweet spot.

"L-Lo'ak...Ngh...I think I'm close,"

"That's good babygirl...fuck...that's good-"

You let out one huge moan of pleasure as the knot finally exploded inside you. Your head tilted back, eyes rolling to the top of your head, and back arching. "I...I think I'm close too-" Lo'ak grunts. You wrap you legs around his waist to secure his place as he gave one last thrust before filling your half filled insides with his own seed. Despite how tight it was, juices started leaking out due to how filled your insides were. "Oh fuck-" He cursed under his gasping breath as he released his warm fluids deep inside you.

After pulling out, he ran his finger from the base of your entrance up to the clit to wipe off the excess fluids.

Lo'ak rested his weary body onto yours, both of you panting like crazy. He looks at you with eyes of pure ecstasy. "Was that a good gift?" He chuckled between breaths, "It didn't hurt, did it? Because I'd love to give you more gifts in the future." You let out a soft giggle as you caress his cheeks.

"I told you, your love could never hurt me."

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kooktrash · 10 months

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PLEASE SOMETHING FOR ELECTRA HEART TH, maybe a little jealousy???🤞🤞🤞i miss themmmmm

drabble for: ELECTRA HEART | KIM TAEHYUNG

this couple is so soft and fluffy, literally. we. 1.3k. a hint of jealousy but still fluff. I feel like this couple is very diff from each other but they communicate and express themselves well that it works, y’know? and they needed someone like each other to be happy. also, college grads means no more y/n trying to hook up in the library? I also Don’t see this couple being too angsty now that they’re dating and understand each other. in Electra heart they did argue but that’s bc y/n didn’t want to admit she liked Tae and Tae was falling for y/n but couldn’t get rid of his past

read ELECTRA HEART request 1 to read about that 👀 you t had smut

Taehyung has always considered himself a mature person. Sure, after Jisoo cheated on him all he wanted to do was show her he was fine without her and roped you into a little scheme of his yet for some strange reason the two of you found yourselves falling for each other. Now it’s been a year and he still feels as strongly for you but also still a bit insecure.

It’s not like Taehyung is blind, he knows he’s an attractive man but sometimes, when he thinks about the men you used to date, he feels a bit worried. As he got to know you he learned that you weren’t the type to look down on someone for things out of their control so he’s happy about that—but the first meeting with your dad really stuck with him. He doesn’t agree with him that you’re just a spoiled brat but he does agree that he’s not much but a farmer’s kid in the big city. He’s still struggling trying to find a place in your world.

“Wow, you really know how to clean up now,” Jimin joked as he ran a finger along the front of Taehyung’s suit, “Looking like a successful college grad.”

Taehyung just smiled, “Y/n picked it out so I can’t take any credit.”

“Can you believe this is all for her and yet we’re still here?” Namjoon asked, referring to the huge graduation party Y/n’s dad threw you. It was a huge event with servers and live music and even some cameras around. Most college students celebrated by being with family and friends or getting drunk at bars, not by having a huge gala in their honor.

Taehyung has noticed that you’re not as closed off from others as you used to be. Before you used to only hang out with Jungkook and Mira but he’s seeing quite a few familiar faces tonight but not the ones you were currently swarmed by.

Jimin took a deep breath, “Look at them, they’re trying so hard with Y/n right now.”

There were at least three guys trying to get your attention right now. Taehyung had given you space to greet and talk to whoever you wanted to but now you’re just being approached by guys who’ve been dying to talk to you for who knows how long. By the expensive clothes they wore it was not hard for him to note that they had money and they seemed to be flashy about it too.

He tried not to react, he wasn’t the jealous type, alright? He doesn’t typically get jealous, a little possessive maybe but he also knows that he’s your boyfriend and that’s gonna change because some guys who probably drive the newest models of BMWs were hitting on you. He’s confident in your relationship even if he’s been hurt in the past by others.

It was hard to convince his friends he wasn’t jealous if he couldn’t control his facial expressions though. Namjoon was able to see how Taehyung’s smile slowly dropped and how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you and the others. You weren’t doing anything suspicious so Taehyung didn’t feel any sort of way about that but he doesn’t like the fact that guys still hit on you knowing you have a boyfriend. It’s not like Taehyung isn’t all over your socials or that you didn’t kiss at the graduation ceremony and when you got to the reception venue. They just lack respect and that’s why they have no shame flirting with you.

It made Taehyung scoff and with a small pat on Jimin’s shoulder moving him to the side so he could cut through, he smiled, “I’ll be right back.”

“Someone’s a little jealous,” Jimin whispered to Namjoon who must nodded in return as they watched their friend chug back their champagne and head straight toward you.

You were just in the middle of discussing your summer plans when you felt a warm hand touch your navel and pull you back into someone’s chest making you smile. Taehyung rested his chin on your shoulder and turned to kiss your neck softly, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said back softly as you looked at him but his eyes shifted to the guys in front of you who looked away shyly now. Taehyung didn’t say anything as one of them spoke up, “Is this yo—?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Taehyung was quicker than you and in his usual deep voice he stuck a hand out to greet them, “Y/n’s boyfriend? Yeah, that’s me, I’m Taehyung.”

You smiled as you turned in Taehyung’s hold so you were facing him no longer caring about the guys who had been trying to talk to you but he didn’t pull his gaze away from them until they got the hint and left.

Immediately you cupped Taehyung’s cheeks with a coo, “I can't get over how good you look, TaeTae! You’re so hot.”

His resolve immediately cracked as he hugged you tightly with a smile, “You know I don’t know how to react when you say things like that.”

“But that’s what you liked about me in the first place,” you said as his head rested on your shoulder, “That I was blunt, right?”

“I’ve always liked a lot of things about you,” he said almost shyly, “Since the beginning.”

You chuckled, “That’s not true, when we first started dating it was only to make J—“

“Baby,” Taehyung looked down at you as his hand cupped your cheek, “I’m not lying to you, even if I didn’t realize it at first, you always made me curious to get to know you and I ended up falling in love with everything about you. I feel like shit for using you in the beginning to make someone not worth it jealous but please see that I love you so much and…”

You laughed lightly, “Tae, it’s okay. I love you too, and I agreed to it, remember?”

He nodded his head even if it still gnawed at the back of his mind. In an effort to stop thinking about it he cleared his throat and asked, “So what were you and those guys talking about?”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “Nothings my really.”

He bit his bottom lip, “Yeah but… were they trying to gut on you or anything?”

You smiled now, “Is that why you came over so cuddly? You know I don’t remember you being this touchy in the beginning.”

“Yeah well in the beginning you weren’t technically my girlfriend yet,” Taehyung said as he kissed the tip of your nose, “Now I have to let everyone know you’re mine.”

“So you came because you were a little jealous?”

“If I didn’t have such a pretty girlfriend…”

“Tae, you know I would never do anything to hurt you,” you reassured him and he smiled.

“I know, I trust you,” he said honestly, “I love you.”

“Can I have a kiss?” You asked with a tilt of your head making him smile. He nodded and leaned down to capture your lips with his.

“Can you two stop being that PDA couple and interact with the guests?” Yoongi asked suddenly, making the two of you pull away much to both of your disappointment, “I thought this was a party for the college grads.”

Taehyung laughed, “You’re right, I just needed a moment with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Yoongi audibly gagged but it just made you smile as you excused yourself to go find Jungkook. He looked at Taehyung who looked at you lovingly, “Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry for calling you Y/n’s boy toy a while ago, on the yacht? Yoongi finally brought that time up when Taehyung and you just started. Yoongi had called him that and implied that you would essentially grow bored of him but he masked it as a joke back then. Taehyung had honestly forgotten about it when he realized it wasn’t true at all.

“Don’t worry about it, I know Y/n loves me,” Taehyung said as he watched you from afar as you laughed about something Jungkook said and playfully clung to him, “And I love Y/n.”

So there was no reason for him to ever doubt it and feel jealous.

::.

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ideas-4-stories · 3 months

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NOOOOOOOO I LOST THE AU I WROTE FOR YOU 😭😭😭 I LITERALLY SENT IT AND TUMBLR SAID "NETWORK ERROR". L FOR THE WIFI. L. Not cool I'm literally crying I thought that AU was genius. It was a Teacher!Buggy AU with Crocomom and Dadhawk. + Shanks co-parenting Luffy with Crocodile. That note was so long I literally spent like 45 mins writing it here on your ask and it was just. Gone. Or I think it did. Why does life hate me. I'm just gonna be brief with this cuz I still think it's golden lmao. Croco and Mihawk work long hours so their kids (Luffy, Zoro, Perona) have to wait for a few hours until they're picked up by their parents. The school doesn't have school buses bc I said so (no I am not cruel it's just out of my budget /j). So Buggy takes the responsibility to keep them comfortable and entertained while they wait. Croco and Mihawk meeting this charming (and clown looking) blue-haired guy and they start courting him. Shanks gets dragged in on the courting bc of Luffy. Also he was already courting Buggy. I didn't write their process of courting I basically skipped and went,, their wedding will take part in a Goth castle. And the design are all sunshine and rainbows (literally). Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Vivi, Zoro and Luffy being in a class along with other kids. Franky, Robin, Jinbei and Brook are in higher classes. Chopper is atom. Not here in the world yet. Perona is like, 2-3yrs older than her brothers so. Yeah *awkwardly shuffles* (I love perona I swear-). Implied Zosan. Some rando: but you didn't imply shi— Me: Shhh I did. *gaslighting*. Law is also there in the classroom with lower grade strawhats. He's suffering. He only attends 3 days a week tho, he's mostly homeschooled bc of his sickness. He's homeschooled by Cora. (You can pry Law and Cora from my cold dead hands. You can separate them when I dissolve into ashes). Don't worry as he gets older his sickness is cured. Ofc he's cured by Cora. He's saved by Cora in every universe. In every AU. Every Era. Every life they will ever live. I will die on that hill– *applies the nobody dies/everyone lives tag on this AU* let my babies be happy pls. Let my man Cora live and travel the world with this emo boy (Law). Doffy isn't real, he can't hurt anyone. Ace is there. Sabo is there. Every One Piece character is out there somewhere. They're like hidden stones and you have 0.02% of finding them. I thought I was just making a Teacher!Buggy AU but then it turns into a Modern!AU for everyone. Let's gooooo. Sora divorces with Judge and remarry with Zeff so now Sanji lives with all his brothers and his sister. They get separate classrooms tho, and reiju is perona's age so she's besties with her. (I do not play by canon's rules with ages bc i live in my own world) They both tease their brothers (Sanji and Zoro) about their crushes on each other. The heart crew is there. Bepo is a dog, a very fluffy one. Kuina is alive. Kaya is there, same classroom with Usopp. I have no idea how to continue this lmao, but I do hope you find this interesting bc Buggy is 100% great with kids and probably teaches well bc he is a big nerd and makes lessons interesting. (Also, the whole reason why I wrote this instead of letting the idea slip through my mind like the others is bc the image of two goth men courting a clown looking mf was funny to me. So here we are lmao. The way I wrote this makes Shanks look like he's the person they let into their open relationship twice lol I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's really sad, I really like this idea (though I see Shanks and Buggy more as siblings, but I understand the idea of Shuggy) It's fine that this became about so many people, I really like this.

Teacher!Buggy sounds so cool, you know that he's the flashiest and maybe one of the craziness of the things he'll do to get his students good things that will boost their learning. He knows that every kid might not have the same learning paths as others.

How many classes does this man teach? Who knows, too many for how much he gets paid. All teachers needs to get paid more.

I would think Jinbei and Brook being other fun teachers in the school, like Tom could be as well!

I really like this idea, and the imagine of two gothic men trying to court a clown-looking mf is really funny to me as well.

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nevieatiny · 2 months

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 3

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Summary: You had the hottest boyfriend in campus, handsome, captain of the swimming team, tall, but when he takes you for granted you decide to take a break from relationships, winter break helps to recover and focus on yourself again, but what happens when a new student shows up as a christmas miracle, you swore not to get distracted by a boy gain, but maybe life is giving you a new chance and things do happen for a reason.

Word count: 903

Genre: Angst / fluff

note: IM BACKKKKKKKK, i had a writer's block for a while, but i hope i can continue with the series bc im super excited for the next parts, hope you enjoy <3

to say he was feeling like shit was an understatement, and yunho could tell right away, Mingi came into the apartment that night as pale as a ghost, when Yunho asked him if he was ok he just nodded and laid on his bed without saying a word, he's known Mingi long enough to know that he was not the best at expressing his feelings and the best thing he could do in this cases was to give him space to process whatever happened to him and wait for him to talk first

"I'm going to the convenience store, you want something?" Yunho asked while picking his wallet and jacket, he could hear mingi moving around in his bed, and before heading out the only thing he could see was his friend (or what seemed like his friend) buried in his sheets.

He knew how dramatic Mingi could be at times, but the thought of you breaking up with him never crossed his mind, he thought that you just had a fight, he could see that coming weeks ago when he himself had to sit and talk with his friend and remind him that yes, he might be new to the dating world and he seemed happy, but dating also comes with responsibilities, after noticing that he was not showing up to your performances claiming that "Y/n said it was fine ,don't worry about it" for more that 3 months in a row and sadly being in the middle of his best friends relationship he constantly heard about how he stood you up for dates, so yeah, he could see this coming in a way.

However, when he came back and saw his friend crying his eyes out like never before he knew that he had to intervene, he sat right beside him trying his best to calm him down and to get him to formulate a complete sentence instead of just mumbling a few words, in that moment he saw his old friend, that was the kid he meet on highschool, insecure, afraid to be alone and the one who would constantly try to be liked by everyone, if you weren't friends he would probably hate you for the state you left his friend in, but knowing the whole situation was way more difficult than just find someone to blame and hate

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after the break up you had to continue with your normal life, what else would you do? the sad thing was that you were feeling good as usual, as if nothing happened before to the point where you felt guilty, didn't you love him that much?, yes, yes you did, but sadly you got used to not being with him after a few months when YOU stoped waiting and YOU stoped asking for attention, it felt like you actually broke up months ago.

That does not mean that it didn't hurt, a few times a day you found yourself checking your phone, waiting for a call at night, or even heading to the pool after class as if it was the most normal thing in the world, you just had to endure one more week before winter break.

things started to get awkward between you and Yunho, you knew you were friends, but he was Mingi's best friend first, and even if you talked about the situation and he made sure to let you know that he understood why you made that choice you couldn't help but feel like he kinda hold grudge against you, which made things even more awkward for the dance team, the two of you being the ones who would bring the team together avoiding each other out of nowhere was hard to watch, that was the longest week of your life, and you felt sorry for your teammates, at some point it felt like this was all your fault, but they didn't knew what you had to go through to take that decision, and even if you enjoyed their company you knew better that telling your relationship problems to everyone

Mingi himself tried to call you a few times but you didn't answer, you knew it was a bad idea and that it would probably make you feel even more guilty.

So as winter break started you took your things and ran away to your home town as if someone was chasing you, thankfully he didn't showed up at your apartment that week, your vulnerable state would've probably betrayed you if he did.

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once you arrived at your parents house you went directly to your bed room and slept for long hours during the whole day, even at night you still felt sleepy enough to continue, even if you had a good relationship with your parents you never told them about mingi or anything related to your love life, so for them their daughter was just exhausted due to this past semester.

You honestly felt like being there all day would affect you even more, but putting you brain on airplane mode did wonders, you even went for walk one morning, it never happened again because you almost froze to death that time, but it felt good knowing that you started to feel even more motivated and well rested every day, and ever since then the guilt started to faint, because why the hell would it be your fault whatever Mingi choose to do.

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 4 months

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Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one

(Enemies to Enemies Who Fuck)

(HaruKaku in Bonten timeline)

(some past-MuSan and past-KakuIza with a subtle RanOmi bc why not, it's my fic and I don't have self-restrain when it comes to multishipping)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

All of them. Bonten is their own warning. Substance abuse. Really unhealthy coping mechanisms. Depression. Mental health problems. Suicide. Major character death. (it's Bonten, they all want to kill themselves and some of them succeed, okay?) Mentions of unsafe sex, but there is no smut or graphic depiction of it.

I tried to not be too graphic with any of this topics, the focus is mostly on what the characters are thinking/feeling. But it's hard anyway, tbh the last scene was actually difficult and painful for me to write. So please, don't take the CW lightly and prioritize your mental health!

Angst and Hurt/No Comfort.

MANGA SPOILERS!!!!

Notes: HaruKaku came as an hilarious idea. Because they are hilarious, let's be real. Soulmates archnemesis, doomed to hate each other in every timeline. But then Bonten happened and of course, I ended up writing some angsty shit instead of focusing in all the other moments when they are hilarious. Kudos for me, yey! 🥲

This is canon complicit (again, is Bonten, beware!)

It alternates from Kakucho's POV to Sanzu's POV. I did that thing again of using "Haruchiyo" when he's in his most vulnerable state because for some reason I like playing with his name like this.

(English is not my first language, be nice please 🙈)

(the art is from @just-sp-in-inginthevoid who is in part responsible for the archnemesis brain riot, but mostly the hilarious part, tbh)

Is not that Kakucho enjoys Sanzu's company. Or that the pinkette gradually started to grow on him. Quite the opposite, to be honest. He hates him a little bit more every day, every shared mission, every time they had to spent hours together.

But with Sanzu, he feels. He feels intensely, he feels with passion. Even if it's twisted, at least he's not empty anymore. The void that threatens to devour him seems to disappear when he's around the other man. Sometimes, Kakucho wants to murder him, but he knows he can't. Others, he wonders what would happen to him if he also loses the only person that it's still able to provoke an intense emotion on him.

Hate is better than apathy, isn't it?

They hate each other passionately. Sanzu finds his reactions too funny for stopping it, always willing to go a little further, to push Kakucho to the edge. It's too easy to pick on him, making him forget about his allegedly righteous patience.

It's disgusting, how Kakucho thinks of himself like he was better than the rest of them. So Sanzu enjoys to proves him wrong, to show him that they are the same (even if he can't stand that fact either, seeing that burning rage in those heterochromatic eyes makes it worth it).

Now that he thinks about it, it was probably a matter of time, considering that his king denied them the right to kill each other, they needed to find a way of releasing all that build up anger. That's probably why isn't that surprising when it finally happens.

It looked like a regular night. Sanzu was high as a kite, trying to forget every one of his lives. Kakucho just seemed to be there, he can't recall exactly why, some type of report, but he didn't pay any attention to it at the moment, too intoxicated for actually caring for something that could wait until tomorrow.

“Why are you still here? You like me that much or what?”

The pinkette man says, slurring his words.

“Are you that high? You know I hate you.”

Is the harsh answer that he earns. It's brutal, but real. Kakucho's honesty has something that grounds him to the present. It's sickening. It's exactly what he wants right now.

“I hate you too, don't worry.” He laughs, finding his own words amusing. “Think about it, me and you. Just us, hating each other all night long.”

“You're crazy.”

“And you didn't say no.”

(If he was more honest with himself, he would admit that he was trying to find another way of punishing his broken mind and his body. But he's not.)

And oh, it actually feels good. Kakucho fucks him with the same brutality that talks to him. He couldn't bear any type of gentle touch (specially not from someone that it's so linked to Mucho, but he isn't thinking in that, he promised himself to forget his old captain a long time ago).

There isn't any type of care between them, only spite. Both men are too broken for having the ability to love someone again. Indeed, this was precisely what he needed. This is perfect.

The next day, Kakucho feels nauseated. How couldn't he? Sanzu was high as fuck, too intoxicated to give proper consent to do anything. So even if he was also a little drunk, even if it wasn't his idea, Kakucho feels guilty for what happened.

Until Sanzu just laughs at his poorly attempt of apologizing, mocking his morals once more. He was about to punch him in the face, but the lingering guilt doesn't allow him to do it. Not that one more bruise would make a difference, actually.

Both are covered in so many marks that more than sex, it looks like they tried to kill each other. Yeah, maybe he should stop feeling sorry for Sanzu, considering this. Maybe that was the best way to get rid of that not-so-pent-up hate.

And it works. At least for a while, it works. Until it happens again. And again.

Is not that they are lovers (Kakucho wants to puke with that idea). They just fuck from time to time. That's all. They hate each other, they wish they could kill the other. But they can't. So, sometimes, they fuck.

Their relationship is not pretty. At all. Or better. If Kakucho had to use only one word for describing it, he would say “real”. They don't lie to each other, what would be the point? Both are too able of seeing between the lies, they are too similar in so many ways. But that raw honesty only makes it worse.

Kakucho knows it's a mistake, that he shouldn't care about Sanzu's fate (he brought it on himself and he doesn't seem to have any complains). But Mikey is worse every day, the king is falling and his loyal dog is falling with him. Kakucho needs to do something, because the uneasiness he feels every time he sees them is now living rent-free in his mind.

That's why, one day, Kakucho tries. He's trying to find his clothes, dressing quickly, wanting to get out of this room that only makes him feel sick. Then, he looks at Sanzu, his pink hair scattered on the pillows, a lazy and satisfied smile than only appears after sex (and never lasts). There is some twisted vulnerability in how content the other man is while lighting up a joint, as if seeing these new swelling (all this pain) on his skin was something he wanted.

(Kakucho can't shake the feeling that Sanzu is using him as another way of hurting himself and that infuriates him so fucking much... Maybe that's the real reason why he decides against his best judgment and opens his big mouth.)

“Is not worth it.”

“Uh?”

Sanzu looks at the other, not sure if he actually heard something. He just wants to smoke and relax, to feel the post-orgasmic satisfaction while it lasts, to enjoy the pain in his body (one more of his little punishments).

“I said is not worth it. Dying with Mikey.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face just for saying this. Thinking like that, talking like that about his king is treason. It should be. But it's difficult to pretend Kakucho's isn't right about this when, unfortunately, it's the only one Sanzu trusts with Mikey's well-being (It's the one he calls every time Mikey is being suicidal again).

“You wish you could be me, you wish you had died with Izana.”

Sanzu spits his words, burning with all the rage he feels every time he has to acknowledge the reality of how is Mikey.

“That's not what this is about-”

Kakucho is unable to finish his sentence, turning pale in anger when Sanzu cuts him. 'Good'.

“You're a selfish bastard, aren't you? You want me to be like you, stuck here with no purpose, jerking yourself with the memory of a ghost. Pretend it's because of your high morals, that you're worried about me or some other bullshit. But you're just another selfish bastard. And you envy me.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face. But he can't (he wants to, oh, he wants it so much, but he can't disobey Mikey's orders). So, instead of bullets, he uses his words.

“At least Izana cared about me.”

Is the last thing he hears before Kakucho slams the door. Sanzu laughs maniacally, throwing the first shit he can find to the place the other man was a few seconds a go. He's momentary satisfaction long forgotten, replaced only by hate (and pain, but one that he refuses to see).

The worst part is that in a sickening way, he trusts Kakucho. They don't lie to each other, that makes it so much worse, because both of them know that what the other said is true. He hates him, he hates him with every fiber of his body. He doesn't want this words to be true, he can't accept that. He needs to keep living in this denial, to pretend Mikey is fine (to pretend he doesn't keep mixing this Mikey with that in his nightmares, to pretend they don't look so alike).

It's been three days. Three whole days since Mikey's death was splattered on the news (no one seems to care about Takemichi's death, even with all that footage of how the hero tried to save the most dangerous man in Japan). Kakucho cares, but he knows damn well that he wouldn't be welcomed within the hero's friends, so he would have to say goodbye in his own way (again).

During this days, Kakucho learned some things, like the fact that apparently everyone had some kind of contingency plan in case this happened (no, for when this happened, all of them could see that Mikey was more on the edge every day). But nobody spoke to him about it, keeping him in the darkness, the only idiot that didn't prepare himself for the end. Well, not the only, he knows that, of course he knows that.

(Sanzu would have killed them in the blink of an eye. Anyone who dared to imply that Bonten needed to be prepared to function without a king.)

Kakucho understands the need for secrets, of course he does. The idea of Mikey falling would be considered treason a few days ago, it was taboo to think like that. At the same time, none of them wanted to acknowledge it, like saying it out loud would make it more real. He can't even be mad when the Haitanis (obviously) thought about him on their own schemes, making sure Kakucho was also safe. Or as safe as any of them could be now that Bonten was crumbleling.

It's been three days. Bonten is crumbleling. Mikey is dead. And Sanzu disappeared the same day. Everyone knows he's dead, but they don't say it. Not in front of Takeomi, who's still desperately looking, going out in the rain for hours. Trying to find something, some clue that leads him to his little brother. Clinging to the hope that he's still alive somewhere. That he's going to find him, high as fuck, but alive (Kakucho thinks being able to find Sanzu's body at all would already be a miracle).

Only Ran is able to convince Takeomi to rest a little bit, promising that he and Rindou will help with the search as long as the older man gets a few hours of sleep. Takeomi just nods, mumbling “Today is his birthday, Ran. Is his fucking birthday and he's out there alone.” while Ran drags him softly, a concerned look plastered in those violet eyes.

Kakucho hates it, hates having to see all this sorrow around him (again). He doesn't lament the loss of Mikey and Sanzu, he's incapable of doing it. Grief took his heart for hostage a long time ago, there is nothing more for him to mourn.

More than anything, Kakucho hates himself, because he's jealous of Sanzu. He knows he shouldn't, but he hates that the pinkette man was right about him. He envies Sanzu, who had the privilege of dying with Mikey, of dying with his king.

Kakucho hates the Mad Dog even more right now. But he's aware that once this hate fades away, he would feel empty again. So he clings onto this feeling, he needs this rage as a motor to keep moving.

It doesn't matter if this energy is fulled with rage, he needs it. He can't fail his friends, what's left of his family. Kakucho has to keep living even if he can't remember how being alive felt anymore. Even if he's more dead inside every day.

So, over and over... Kakucho would keep living.

The rain keeps pouring down without truce, Haruchiyo shrinks inside the leather jacket that was always too big for him. Now the only thing that makes him feel protected from that annoying rain (from the world). To be honest, he isn't completely aware how he managed to recover it from his penthouse, but it seemed important in that moment.

The jacket and the old picture that he's still clutching in his pocket, the only two things he cared enough to take. He doesn't even need to look at it to see the four happy smiles stained with watermelon juice. Two pink haired kids that could be confused by twins, one with a shy smile, the other with a cheerful one, happy to be included with his brother friends. Next, a fierce smile showing two small fangs, already a force of nature at his young age. In the middle, a blond kid with the most radiant smile Haruchiyo ever saw, capable of making everything shine just with his presence. Full of life, of dreams. Full of potential. Brighter than the sun, a true leader.

But that was a long time ago and, once again, Sanzu is the only one who remembers. The man staggering in the rain is now the only survivor from that photo. Only him, alone in this fuck up world where nothing and no one matters anymore. Not without Mikey. Even Bonten can burn from what he cares.

He keeps walking (it feels more like floating for him, floating in a cloud of pain and numbness at the same time). Until he finally reaches his destination, an abandoned bowling alley. Sanzu enters in some kind of trance, not sure if he's dissociating or too intoxicated. He doesn't care.

He sits down exactly in the same place his king sat down. How many days had passed since that moment? One? Two? Ages. It certainly feels like ages for him. Haruchiyo hugs himself, trying to make space for his legs inside the big comforting jacket. Completely curled up. And he cries, he cries like he hasn't allowed himself to do so in the last ten years.

He's starting to sober up, he can feel it. Because the flashbacks are coming back. Shinichiro jumping from that bridge. Mikey jumping from this exact building. Mikey falling from the stairs, that awful “clonk”. Mikey jumping again from this building.

Haruchiyo screams, holding his head with both hands, begging the images to stop, unable to continue reliving those memories. He needs everything to stop, to be quiet, his shattered mind can't take it anymore.

He takes out a small box from his pocket, looking at the content. Everything he needs is here, he knows how to do it, how to make sure he's not going to wake up from this trip. His stupid hands are shaking while he gets the syringe ready.

For some reason, he suddenly remembers Kakucho's words a few months ago. He hates it, he hates thinking in that fucker when he's about to die. But the other man was right, wasn't he? Mikey never cared about Sanzu, he spent years of his life trying to keep his king alive and it was all for nothing. Everything blew up in one night.

A manic laugh escapes between his whimpers. Of course is that, he's fucking jealous. Sanzu is fucking jealous because at least Kakucho got to held Izana's hand when he died, he got to comfort his king in his last moments. Sanzu didn't had that, Hanagaki was the one holding Mikey's hand. Always that cockroach, never him.

What did he expect anyway? Haruchiyo is just a failure. He never deserved to be the one making his king last moments less painful. Of course, he should had known. He failed everyone. He failed Shinichiro, unable to protect Mikey, to be the friend he promised he would be. He failed Mikey, watching him falling into the darkness, becoming the same empty shell he already saw in a past that never happened, and doing nothing about it.

Sanzu doesn't have anything left. He also killed his own chance of happiness a long time ago (he also failed his captain, didn't he?). The only thing left for him is to disappear, to follow his king. He's going with him, because he's being following Mikey for so long, that he doesn't see any other choice. He's going with him, because he doesn't deserve to keep living when he couldn't save Mikey.

But it's fine, the drug is already kicking in, his body feels more relaxed. Even his mind seems to be quiet, almost in peace. He looks at the old photo one last time, before drifting out of consciousness, looking for safety in the inner part of the leather, pretending it smells like cheesecake.

It's fine, because at the end of the day... Haruchiyo was just a failure.

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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Yn wants to break up with Itachi saying many harsh things bc she has put up with his father's bad comments about her cause she is not an Uchiha nor a Shinobi but there is a limit

The Last Straw || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : Hello dear sanotachiii !! I hope you'll like it ! It's like a two in one lmao. Give Itachi hugs he needs lots of it 🥺

Warnings : angst, harsh words, fluff at he end

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Words count : 1897

It shouldn't have happened like that. The truth is, everything was going well between you and it should have been

You loved each other with a pure and sincere love, you were dedicated body and soul to each other and nothing could have spoiled this magnificent picture

But that was without counting on Fugaku Uchiha, Itachi's father

It's fair to say that he attached a great deal of importance to the family from which the people who were close to his sons came. A little too much for your taste

You came from a good family, and there were certainly proud ninja in the ranks of your clan. However, your clan wasn't one of the most outstanding clans in Konohagakure, nor was it from another country

Of course, Fugaku was careful not to tell his son, and decided to do everything in secret

You met him once, and since that day he's avoided you like the plague. Whenever lunch was set up with you, Itachi, his mother and sometimes Sasuke were the only ones present

One day as you were walking to the lake where your date with Itachi would be, you felt someone approach you and the next thing you knew you were cornered in an alley

You recognized him immediately, Fugaku "Leave my son alone. When are you going to realize that you're not enough for him ? All you'll do is hold him back on your low ladder. He's supposed to have a great life and his family should shine in Konohagakure. Do you think you're capable of taking over the Uchiha clan ? Do you think anyone will respect you knowing you're not even up to their level ?..."

He didn't stop talking for what seemed like an eternity. Each word a drop of venom that numbed your body even more. You didn't even realize that the flowers in your hand had ended up on the ground

"You've got it. Or do you need me to be more convincing ?" his sharingan twinkled in his eye. You, who loved to see it in your boyfriend's eyes, froze for the first time at its sight

You nodded vigorously, managing as best you could not to release the tears you were holding in front of him. This bastard won't be allowed to see you cry "Good now go away and don't let anyone tell me you were seen in the Uchiha district or near Itachi again. Or you'll both regret it"

And with that he disappeared in a poof of smoke. For a moment you were stunned. Your tears began to fall as you thought about his last sentence, "you both", was he going to hurt him ? The more you were thinking the more tears there was and soon you started choking on your own tears

You should have realized. He'd just seemed angry the whole meal when you'd first met him. Of course it had to be your fault

You bent down, quickly picked up the flowers and ran from rooftop to rooftop all the way home. By the time you got there, your eyes were red with tears. So you made a difficult choice that you never thought you'd have to make, and that you never should have had to make. But as you were no longer allowed to see him, you were going to leave him alone, ghosting him, as it were That night you didn't sleep a wink

As for Itachi, he was taken aback. It wasn't like you not to come to a date or not to warn him before canceling. He preferred not to bother you, believing that for one reason or another you had a valid reason for not coming

He began to worry, however, when the next day you didn't meet him at Ichiraku as you did every Wednesday afternoon. So he decided to drop by your place with a raspberry doughnut ( or something else )

Once at your place, your sibling / one of your parents / your cat ( idk 😆 ) opened the door. After politely saying hello and taking off his shoes, he excused himself and walked down the familiar path to your bedroom

When he got there, he saw something he didn't know was going to break his heart too

You were at your desk, writing frantically on a sheet of paper, tears streaming from your reddened eyes. As another tear mingled with the ink on the paper, you crumpled up the sheet and turned to throw it in your garbage can, except this time you met his gaze.

"Y/n what are you d-"

"Please get out of here, you shouldn't be there. Please leave now" your voice was everything but soft

"What are you talking about ? Did I do something wrong ? I'm sorry if I did" he replied in a worried voice, the doughnut still in his hand

"I brought you this" he said, handing it to you

That's when you realized that he wasn't going to let you have it easy, he knew when to trust you and now he knew that no matter what you did, even you weren't really willing to do it. He could feel it

"Keep it with you and go now. I don't have time to deal with you"

"Deal with me ? What does that-"

You knew you'd have to be sharp if you wanted him to really let it go. And knowing it wasn't going to be easy, you pulled out all the stops

"I don't want you anymore. I've had enough of you. Of the Uchiha and all the rest"

"What are you talking about ? Are you feeling alright ?" he said, starting to clench his fist around the snack he'd brought you. He could feel you slipping from his fingers, even your face showed you weren't doing it willingly

He activated his sharingan to see if you were under the influence of a genjutsu, but you screamed out

"Get the fuck out of here you and your fucking evil eyes. Go home to your fuckin' family-" ( Okay now you'd totally lost it. What the hell Y/n 😂 )

Okay now that was a bit too much, the doughnut in his hand tightly squeezed, jam dripping to the floor

Suddenly he moved very fast and in the blink of an eye tackled you to the wall - a hand on your throat - "What has gotten into you ?" despite the anger in his voice you also sensed a certain concern

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to remain silent and say nothing. Itachi, however, decided to take the matter into his own hands and took you out of the house for some fresh air

He intended to find out what had happened to put you in such a state. A surge of protectiveness fuelled inside him, urging him to discover what was doing this to you

He asked you more and more specific questions, and you concentrated on not answering. But Itachi could read the answers on your face that you didn't want to give him. He knew when the answer was yes or no

Without even realizing it, he'd taken you back to the Uchiha district, and it was only in front of his house that you realized it. He must have suspected the cause of your change in behavior and changed his route

He couldn't just act on impulse. Seeing your panic, he took your hand in his "Hey hey don't worry nothing's going to go wrong. I'll protect you, you have my word. But I can't pretend and watch you torture yourself like this"

With that, he went into his house and called the members of his family, claiming to want to talk about something important. Everyone came more or less quickly, some smiling and well, another glaring at you. When little Sasuke came waved at you Itachi flicked his forehead and told him to go play elsewhere during they talked and that you both were going to join him after the talk

You sat nervously at the table next to Itachi's side of the table. Opposite his father and next to his mother's side. The more nervous you became, the more Itachi realized that his assumptions were possibly true

Her mother had seen your nervousness too, and tried to meet her husband's gaze, but he stared at you shamelessly as if he were going to kill you any minute

"Why is she here ?" he suddenly spoke up, and before anyone could reply, he added, "I made it clear last time. You're not enough for an Uchiha. What if the sharingan gene gets lost in the way because of your genetic weakness ? Izumi on the other hand-"

Something inside of you snapped. Maybe it was his degrading words or Itahi's unwavering presence that fueled you but you suddenly stood up "Don't you dare mention that bitch when I'm around ! I'm Itachi's girlfriend and no one beside him would be ever able to change that !"

His father looked unfazed and looked at his soon "Great then. Son tell her you don't want to prolong this futile relationship any long-"

He was cut off by Itachi "Don't finish that sentence"

Yet his father continued "But you don't need her anymore-"

Itachi slammed his fist on the table, his sharingan flaring in his eyes. His mother let out a surprised yelp. "Don't you dare speak to her like this in my presence ever again" anger and protectiveness pumping through his whole system as his voice dropped to an uncanny scarry tone

"I'll let it pass this time. But let her tell me someone tried to mess with her head again, or if I find out... you'd rather I wasn't your son"

Then he looked at his mother "I'm sorry you had to see that, but I wanted you to know. It won't happen again

She gave you an apologetic smile and nodded to her son "Very well Itachi. Now I think it's the right time to go and have fun with your brother. You too Y/n, my dear "

So you both got up and, after saying goodbye, went to see Sasuke in the house garden.

Fugaku's gaze remained fixed on the table, on the cracks created by the impact of his son's fist a few minutes before

His wife's voice snapped him out of his thoughts "Seriously, you should have known better. She means more to him than his own life. He'd never have let her go. Let that be a lesson to you" and with that she left him to reflect on his behavior

Your hand securely held in Itachi's, your fingers intertwined he said softly "No one will ever keep me apart from you. You're the only one who can come up with this that I'd listen too"

You hold his hand tighter "You're very brave, I'd take you as an inspiration Itachi. I love you forever and always"

He smiled fondly "I love you too forever and always whatever may happen" If only you knew at that time, that in a little while he was going to be given a secret mission that may or may not compromise his promise to you. Who knows 🤷 maybe you'd like to be part of the Akatsuki someday

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍠 Again my requests are open 🍣🍩

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hiii i was wondering if i could request without a prompt from the prompt list? if so, can i request eren with an s/o where s/o and eren have just recently married and adopted a kitten, then one day said kitten keeps getting clingy with y/n just to find the reason why is bcs there's a little bun in the oven surprise and then y/n surprises eren with a testpack (and the kitten gets involved with the surprise somehow). really sorryyy if this was weird but I rarely see dad eren stories nowadays LMAO

Tysm for requesting!! Ofc u can put anything even just thoughts in my submissions, the prompt lists are just there if u need help thinking!

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People always tend to say that marriage was a big step, a big change. So you don’t know if its just because Eren’s Eren, but nothing really seemed to change with you and him after getting married.

You’d both already settled into your home and wrestled over which room decor you liked more and so things were nice, nice enough that you both decided you wanted to get a cat. It gave you the opportunity to see how far erens responsibility could stretch (which wasn’t too far from what you’ve seen😭) but anyways you guys had your kitten.

It always gravitated towards you, unfortunate for eren who refused to admit how much he truly liked the kitten. You would constantly catch him playing with the kitten way too rough for its size and you’d scold eren for not taking care of it properly etc how hes ‘a terrible father’ to the kitten 😭

Eren whistled rhythmically in a failing attempt to steal the kittens attention as it was once again, all over you. Disturbing whatever you were up to while eren tried to pick it up and place it nearer to him.. only for it to go crawling back to. He frowned like a pissed little kid and was about to verbalise his complaints until he got interrupted by you’re own complaints. Not about the kitten though.

“My head hurts so bad” you groan, hands flying to your temples, “do you feel sick?” eren replies, attention slowly leaving the kitten nestling in your lap.

“Yeah kind of, I think the breakfast you made me was that bad I’m gonna throw it up”

“Fuck you” Eren says, annoyed that he was ever concerned about your wellbeing (hes just kidding guys hes a silly billy this is a hee hee ha ha funny happy family i swear)

You snicker at Erens eye roll, “But really though I don’t know why I feel so nauseous”,

“Well maybe your allergic to the kitten?” Eren suggests in such a genuine tone that it was humorous.

“Eren,” you sigh, “you make it so hard not to bully you, you cant get mad at me” you’re disappointing sigh turns into another playful giggle as Eren starts frowning while you explain to him how cat allergies are more sneezing rather than nausea, and how you’ve had the kitten for long enough that you would most definitely not be allergic😭

“Yeah yeah fuck off the kitten doesn’t even like you” he says deflecting how he was wrong as it continues to roll around on your lap. “Take some medicine or whatever”, as always he still cares.

You open your cabinet in the toilet reaching for the painkillers, your hand stops as you notice the purple box next to it. You only had it really ‘just in case’ but in all fairness.. you were late. Your brain forced your hand to take the pregnancy test box because it would be harmless and would ease your worry and speculations.

Eren wasn’t home right now so it was safe enough for you to anxiously wait on your bed, staring at the test in the packet. Your glare getting interrupted as your alarm goes off alerting you that you can now check. It was positive, your second test was aswell, then the third one you rushed to buy at the store was also positive😭

This wasn't bad news at all, simply new.

You'd constantly joke about erens immaturity and lack of responsibility although you'd known him well enough to see that in the right moments, he truly is a highly capable man who would do great as a father, it grew on you as the minutes passed, the thought of starting a family with him didn't seem so bad even though you and eren weren't exactly aiming to get pregnant in the moment you did😭

You searched in your head for a way to break the news to him and you figured it would be fun to include the other member of the family, your kitten🤷‍♀️

"Im home" you hear ur husband shout as the front door shuts. "Hi Eren!!" you shout back, purposely in another room,

"can u feed the kitten really quick? I forgot to a while ago its probably hungry by now!"

"Wow and you call me a bad father" eren mutters, "I heard you." You reply blankly as he grins amused.

The kitten walks eagerly overtaking eren walking towards its little food station set aside by the kitchen counter. He notices one of the has evidently less full than the others so he decides to take that one to finish up in the kittens bowl.

You watch behind him eagerly but quietly lingering sheepishly around the counter, he tips the bag upside down as only a plain box falls out of it. "..what" he mumbles in confusion, he opens it to see the test inside but doesn't immediately react, nor move.

"Are you pregnant?!" he exclaims..

Facing the kitten and still not looking back to you, "Fuck off eren" you say smiling, yeah he heard you behind him.

He finally turns to you as you walk towards him, he has a fat grin on his face as he opens his arms rushing toward you before you can and hugs you so tight your feet lift off the floor and you feel like you're suffocating, you'll let it slide this time.

He finally settles you down in front of the counter, loosening his grip as he moves his hands to cradle your head, frantically planting kisses on your forehead to your cheeks to you nose to your lips. He can't contain his dashing grin and neither can you

"Can I name it?" Eren says with a boyish grin you know you cant trust,

"absolutely not" you say monotonously.

He frowns again, still tangling you in his arms against the counter as he runs one of his thumbs across your cheek, the other cradling your lower back keeping you close to him. "Why not?”

“Why not??? Because you tried to name our kitten Eren junior!"

"Eren juniors a great name, idk what you have against it!!"

"I hate you."

"Yeah yeah you love me, and i'll love our kid too."

"Yeah?" you say quietly, brushing a strand of loose hair behind his ear. Your hand glides downwards his shoulder as you simply admire your husband, your husband.

He stares into you deeply, slowly leaning in once again to kiss you. His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, encouraging you closer, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile your hands run through his hair. He gently pushes you forward into the counter as you both melt against each other, savouring the sensation of tooth-rotting love and adoration buzzing at your fingertips.

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific oneshots for eren or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

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