#tw:angst

[intotheelliwoods]

This is part 1! Part two can be found here~

Context, and more comics/art can be found on my blog tagged as 2 arms left

Sorry for the angst, id put a warning above the images if I could! But hey, part 2 is comfort!

#tw: blood #blood #loss of limbs #limb loss #my art #2 arms left #rottmnt #angst #tw:angst #tw:limb loss #tw:gore #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rise leonardo #prison dimension #the kraang #krang #kraang #dismemberment #gore #body horror

[hotwings0203]

Guys I'm so so sorry abt this idek what this is aha<3

TW: unrequited feelings, angst, romance fluff and pain

Some days Tomura doesn't want you.

Everything you say, everything you do, the way you look at him...it's too much.

The way you look at him is too sweet. It gives him a sickly, saccharine taste in his mouth and he withholds himself from getting nauseous. All the love you have in your eyes as you tell him about your shopping haul is too much for him to reciprocate, and he wonders how you can't tell. Is he that good at faking it?

Or do you purposely look down a second early to ignore it, your eyes flitting away to the side as you babble on about whatever new makeup line that just came out, your smile strained and yet persisting to stay up as proof you're not as dumb as you want him to think you are.

Your hands feel too fragile, too dependent and clingy as you tightly loop your fingers through his scratchy ones. He never thought you were too heavy physically, but your presence lingers above his horizons more like a plague, and less like a cloud. He starts to get a headache when you pull him across the mall and show him the shoes he's been subtly checking out for about two weeks now. You know what he wants, and you excitedly point at the display in the window, your large eyes imploring his dull ones to look at the sale the shoes are on for.

You end up hurrying up after him as he wordlessly turns on his heels to head to nowhere in specific.

He's wanted kids for as long as he can remember, and you don't.

He used to tell you how he wishes he could become the dad he never had-a strong, supportive, and protective father who dotes on every kid, regardless of their gender. At first, you nodded eagerly and said you fully understood his point of view. You talked about how great it was that he was trying to overcome childhood trauma and generational cycles of abuse.

He started tuning out when you began to tell him that you were scared of the pain of having kids and how you didn't want to always usurp the "bad guy" role as a mother who's trying to raise her kids right, blah blah blah.

Sex started to feel like a chore after a while, a means to assure you that he still wanted you.

Now he doesn't know who he's trying to convince more, you or himself.

You used to dress up in babydolls and beg him to use handcuffs on you, playful ways to try and seduce him. At one point it would make him laugh and toss you on the bed before climbing over you and making love to you.

These days he coldly interjects and tells you to turn the lights off before avoiding the show of you undressing. Your body, your youth, it all reminds him of what he wants but can't have.

You're both just too different.

Tomura never tells his friends about you, says something along the lines of "I like keeping my private affairs and friends separate" while you giddily defend this notion to your friends and tell them all the good things he does. You buy him a unisex chain with a message written on the inside of the locket, and when you both hang out two weeks before his graduation, he tells you he doesn't wear chains. You jokingly hint that he might still be getting one anyways, because there isn't a refund option, and he flat-out says he'll throw the gift away if you give it to him. When you wince slightly and try to chuckle it off with a "I'll kill you if you try", he smiles thinly and says he likes that you don't take anything he says seriously.

He goes a few weeks without talking to you, sending you snaps and leaving you on read when you try to engage in a conversation over messages or just plain and simple ignoring any messages you send his way. You laugh about revenge and tell yourself when he comes back you'll leave him on read this time, but when he sends one sentence of words back to you it never happens.

Sometimes he reiterates that he wants to take things slow, that marriage is in the future for him, but he just wants to chill right now. Other times you talk about compromise, things you can do better for him or change for a happier future between the two of you.

There isn't much you put your foot down on.

How can you give him so much? Shigaraki thinks to himself. Don't you have any shame, any self-respect? How can you call all these compromises love?

How can you give so much, when he has so little to return?

It's like a burden on him, instead of a reprieve.

Your love is suffocating him.

By doing everything for him, you are doing nothing for yourself.

But for the meantime, he'll let you have your fun and drag him around the mall a bit some more.

He'll let you pull him the opposite direction of where the kids play, away from the stores you buy him unused gifts from, away from all the food you love and he hates.

Maybe there's no place you can actually go with him.

After all, you'll have to realize it at some point as well.

There's only so far you can run from yourself, and him too

#tw:angst #tw: unrequited feelings #mha #bnha #shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki angst #mha tomura #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura imagine #tomura angst #tomura bnha #mha angst #bnha angst #bnha imagines #mha imagines #unrequited pining #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you

[busterheadspace]

I got two fanfic ideas

Alright,  TW: these are pretty angsty and.. I might make a little dark. Might make them when I upload those kid Reagan Chapters (Ugh.. I can’t seem to be pulling all Nighters anymore. It really hurts and sucks that I barely written anything for that fic)

Hanahaki Brett AU/ Canon Divergence that takes place in Part 2 and after the ending.

or

The Brettfeast  AU/ Canon Divergence where the Nostalgia Max is poured onto Reagan. But since she’s doesn’t have any nostalgia of her childhood, she’s put into a comatose state, her eyes glowing green (unknown to the gang her repressed memories are just replaying in her mind.) It’s  a rescue mission with Brett and Rand with Part 1 Episode 10 goes in a way

I might upload it on Ao3, but uh, put in your vote in. If I don’t any votes, I’ll figure it out later

#inside job #inside job fanfic #reagan ridley #brett hand #tw:angst #tw: trauma #tw:mind games #idk what else to tag that might be triggerig

[fandomxpreferences]

Now Your Mess Is Mine

Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)

TW:angst, mentions of abuse, fluff, I think thats it

Summary: In which JJ is touch starved and you take care of him.

Word Count:2.7k

A/N: this was supposed to be short and fluffy but as per usual, it took on a life of its own

JJ doesn't have a lot of things going for him in life as far as he's concerned. He's practically an orphan, he gets fired from every job, and he never has more than twenty dollars to his name. He hasn't done a lot right in his life, but the best decision he's ever made is choosing you. 

He's never felt a touch or a love as gentle as yours. Hell, for the first seventeen years of his life, he doesn't recall feeling anything but a fist. Then you came along, bright as the sun and radiating the most beautiful and intoxicating energy he's ever felt. 

You're always gentle with him, soft hands grazing his body whenever you get a chance. JJ didn't know that he craved physical affection until he felt your small supple hand in his large calloused one. 

He had no idea he loved cuddling until he was surrounded by you as you wrapped around him like a koala, an aroma of tanning lotion and saltwater overwhelming his senses.

He would've never imagined himself the type to take lavender-scented baths until you pulled him into the bubbles with a bright smile, giving him a beard as your loud giggles seeped into his soul and lit him up from the inside out.

Everything about you is pure and wholesome. Light radiates from you, casting away any semblance of darkness that once cast itself over him. You make him a better man, your face popping into his head before he makes a decision. 

He wants to make you proud, to honor and respect you. He wants to be someone you can call yours loudly, shouting it from the rooftops with no shame. He doesn't understand how or why you love him, but he chalks it up to you being some sort of angel.

The rest of the Pogues used to make fun of you two, but they've come to appreciate the way you even JJ out. The two of you are never more than a few feet apart, your bodies always touching in some capacity. 

It makes him feel safe and peaceful. It's the only thing he can think about as he lays on the HMS Pogue with you between his legs and his closest friends laughing around him.

JJ's eyes flutter closed as your nails rake across his scalp and he revels in the sun's rays as they warm his tan skin. He finds himself drifting off when your bubbly laughter floats to his ears and your belly shakes his head as it rests against you. 

It causes a large smile to split his face and he shifts to look up at you. There's nothing but pure child-like joy on your features with your head thrown back, your mouth open and the corner of your eyes creased. 

It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he presses a kiss to your hip bone while squeezing your calf lovingly. It draws your attention back to him and you look down at him with a bright smile. 

"Hi." He whispers and you lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. 

"Hi, handsome." 

You hear Sarah say aww while John B gags dramatically and lift your hand to flip him off. 

"Are you having fun?" You ask and JJ nods with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You squint down at him and before you can ask what he's about to do, he's jumping to his feet and scooping you up in his arms. You let out a loud squeal and flail around as your laughter echoes off the water. 

"JJ Maybank don't you dare!" You shriek through loud giggles, but it's too late. 

His feet are already leaving the side of the boat and the two of you plunge into the ocean. You kick your legs as you resurface, wiping at your face and hair while JJ grins like a little boy. 

It's only a matter of seconds before you hear a chorus of splashes and the rest of the group joins in. Before you can blink, there's an all-out splash fight, the six of you laughing and having the time of your lives. 

You're just dodging an attack from John B when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist and JJ takes the brunt of the water being sent your way. 

You turn and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms moving up to hug around his neck. 

"What are you doing, mister?" You ask with a quirked eyebrow and he leans in to give you a sweet kiss. 

"I was starting to have withdrawals, baby. You know I can't go more than a few minutes without feeling you." 

You almost laugh, but the sentiment goes straight to your heart and your features soften. 

"I love you." 

He nuzzles his head into your neck, hugging you tightly against his chest, and places a kiss on your collarbone. 

"I love you too." 

That night as everyone is sitting around a bonfire, you feel worry start to itch at you. JJ went home to get some things, but it's been almost three hours. 

You know better than anyone what his home life looks like, he's collapsed into your arms weeping more times than you can count. 

There's an unsettling feeling in your gut screaming that something is wrong, and with each second that passes it only gets louder. JJ never goes home for longer than necessary, and he promised he'd be quick. 

You're just about to get in your car and go look for him when you hear the rumbling of his dirt bike as he screeches to a halt. The group shares a confused look and you rise to your feet, ready to be near your boyfriend again. 

You stop cold in your tracks when he kicks the bike over, anger clearly clouding his usual light-hearted personality. JJ is like a golden retriever and loyal to a fault, so when he's like this it sends everybody reeling. 

You watch as he knocks over a few more things in a fit of rage before storming inside and you decide to follow. You can hear footsteps behind you and turn to shake your head, instructing your friends to let you handle it.

Your steps are light as your feet carry you up the steps and into the bathroom where you hear the shower running. You open the door as gently as possible, JJ's back greeting you as he stares into the mirror with tears streaming. 

"Hey, sweet boy. You okay?" Your voice is soft as you ask the question you already know the answer to and it sends a pang of hurt through his chest. He hates when you see him like this, weak and vulnerable. 

He wants to be the strong one, your rock, yet more often than not the roles get reversed. You watch him silently, allowing him space to open up if wants to. 

He doesn't say anything as his head drops and you already know what happened. You step into the room fully and close the door behind you, moving tentatively in his direction as if he'll shatter if you move any faster. 

"Let's take a shower, okay?" 

You're so gentle and kind as you say it, and it causes fresh hot tears to gather on his lash line. You know that JJ is touch starved on a good day, but moments like these are when he really needs you. 

You can almost read his mind, aware that he's fighting the urge to put up his walls and shut you out. 

He doesn't want to though. He wants you, he wants your sweet touches and quiet whispers as you take care of him. 

He feels selfish, but he's well aware that while you're fragile as a butterfly around him, you have zero qualms about tearing through his armor like a knife through butter. 

Your touch is featherlight as your hands work diligently to remove his jewelry. You start with his bracelets, carefully slipping them off his wrists before moving on. 

Next, you work on his rings, delicately pulling them off and kissing the pad of each finger when you're done. 

You finally get to his necklace, your breath tickling the back of his neck as you focus on unclasping it and setting it on the countertop. 

He watches in the mirror as you work, feeling an inescapable amount of love weighing down his heart and mind in the best way. 

You slowly turn him around to face you, your eyes meeting his to ask for permission as your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt. 

He hesitates before nodding, his eyes squeezing shut and lungs stopping as you glide it up his torso and over his head.

He can't stand to open them and see the look on your face. It's not that he thinks you'll be giving him a sympathetic expression, no it's not that. 

It's that he knows you'll have an understanding look, completely devoid of any surprise. He hates it. He hates that you're so familiar with this that it doesn't even elicit a normal reaction anymore. 

The first time it happened, you gasped and tried to conceal the tears that welled up at the sight. The second and third times you still seemed somewhat shocked, but by six months in you were desensitized. 

Though Luke has never hurt you directly, he hurts you every time he sends JJ back to you in this state and he hates his father for it. Hates him for it more than he does for hitting him, for stealing from him, for neglecting him. 

He shudders as your fingers ghost over the fresh bruises on his stomach and ribs, the contact leaving electricity buzzing right under the surface. 

"Oh, JJ. Baby, I'm so sorry." 

Your voice is barely above a whisper and he chokes down a sob. He despises everything about this. 

He wants to throw up whenever you apologize as if any of this is your fault. As if you're not the one thing that single-handedly makes it better. 

He keeps his eyes shut as your lips press delicate kisses to each mark. They're still fresh; swollen but not quite darkened. 

You can see the faint beginnings of bruising, and you know the dark hues of black and purple will spread in the days to come. 

You make a mental note to ice the injuries before continuing on with getting him undressed. 

You're methodical as you go through the motions, stripping him down to nothing before removing your own clothing as well. 

He steps into the water first, and you take his outstretched hand to keep your balance as you follow suit. 

It's silent as the water washes over the two of you, no words need to be said. There's an unspoken understanding for times like this, and you do what you do best. 

You shower him in love and affection, gently washing his body before lathering shampoo in his blonde hair. 

You see the tension dissolve from his body when his shoulders drop as you massage his head, and take your time. You know he needs this. 

You press sporadic kisses to his skin as you follow his routine, and he melts into you. Your lips press right between his shoulder blades, then the back of his neck, then his cheek as he turns to wrap you in his arms. 

He returns the favor, washing you up lovingly and letting you rinse off. You reach to turn off the water like usual, but stop when his hand catches your wrist. 

You turn back to look up at him and your heart shatters at the sight of his bloodshot eyes. 

"Do you think I'm like him? Do you think if I have kids one day I'll treat them the way he treats me?" 

His voice is so meek, and your heart squeezes painfully. This is new. 

Usually, you spend the night drowning him in your presence and the next day, it's like nothing happened. He's never actually opened up about it, and you're taken aback. 

You study his face for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. Your hands reach up to cup his face and you force him to look you in the eyes. 

"JJ, you are nothing like Luke and you never will be. You love your friends, and you've shown time and time again that you'll do anything for them. You love me in a way I never thought possible. You are the best person I have ever known, and I don't ever want to hear you speak about yourself like that again." 

Your voice is kind but firm, and he sucks in a breath as you continue. 

"If you have kids, they will be the luckiest little shits to ever walk the earth. I know how much love you have to give, and if how you treat me is any indication, your kids would be so loved they wouldn't even know what to do." 

You finish with a searing kiss and when you pull away, his eyes are still shut in bliss. His fingers are digging into your hips, and he loosens up just enough to let you shut off the now-cold water and open the shower curtain. 

"Let's get dried off and go to bed, okay?" You suggest and he doesn't answer, instead just following you into the cold air. 

The two of you dry off and throw on the change of clothes that are now sitting on the counter. 

You assume Sarah or Kie put them there, and remind yourself to thank them later. Once you're dressed, JJ makes his way to the guest room and you shuffle into the kitchen. 

You start rummaging through the freezer to find something you can use as a compress, your hands finally landing on some frozen peas. When you shut the door, John B and Sarah are watching you with sad eyes. 

You give them a small smile and John B nods knowingly. You turn to leave when the man's voice rings out. 

"Hey, thank you." He says and you look at him with nothing short of confusion. 

He recognizes this and takes a step forward. 

"I overheard a bit when I put the clothes in there. You're really good for him, and I just want you to know how much I- we- appreciate you being there for him. He's been better since he met you." 

You swallow thickly and give him a quick hug, muttering a short 'thanks'. You know he knows what you're thanking him for. Partly for the clothes, but mostly for the kind words. 

He squeezes you back and you pull away, heading off to tend to your sweet boyfriend. When you step into the room he's leaning back against the headboard, his eyes fixated on the small tv that's playing some football game. 

His gaze darts to you when he notices you and he gives a heart-stopping smile. You crawl up next to him and place the cold bag on the spot that looks the worst. 

Your pressure is light and that's another thing that eats at him. 

The fact that icing his battered body is second nature to you now makes him ill, but he still lets you do it. Part of him wonders if he should have hidden this side of his life from you, sheltered you from the grim reality. 

A bigger part of him is glad he didn't. He went through this alone for so long and it's nice to have someone that loves him just the same, even after finding out the ugly truth.

He doesn't shy away from the sensation and it breaks your heart all over again. 

You're painfully aware that it's because he's used to this, and you want nothing more than to take him away from all this and give him the life he so deserves. 

The two of you just lay there for a while as you take care of him and he absentmindedly runs his hand through your hair. 

When the bag starts to get warm, you settle down under the comforter, and JJ curls into you. His head rests on your chest and he lets the steady beat of your heart lull him to sleep. 

"I love you." You whisper and JJ tangles his legs with yours. 

"I love you too."

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank angst #jj Maybank fluff #outer banks #outer banks fic #outerbanks #outerbanks fic #outerbanks angst #obx #obx imagine

[scoutswritingcorner]

Lay Me Down

Adam x GN!Reader

TW:ANGST- But there is fluff.

A/N: In an angsty mood and figured why not do something with Adam? Also a small little something!

Sometimes being the First Man is hard especially with all that’s happened. You don’t really get time to process much.

As you walked into your shared bedroom the first thing you heard were soft sobs, a frown tugged at your lips as you slowly walked over to the bed. “Adam..baby?” You called out watching him flinch and his sobs fall silent. “Go away,” He growled out pulling the covers over his body. Taking your shoes off, you slowly climbed onto the bed and laid down facing his back. 

Reaching over you placed a hand on his arm, “Talk whenever you're ready, Adam.” You replied as he sobbed out louder than before curling into himself, one hand shakily moving to hold onto yours. You moved to spoon him from behind, interlocking your fingers together as his body trembled. A few seconds passed by before he turned around to face you, tears staining his cheeks as his face was red. “Oh, baby..what’s wrong?” You asked gently cradling his face as his arms wrapped around your middle pulling you closer to him. “Everything.” He whispered, voice breaking as he hid his face into your chest, automatically one hand moved to cradle the back of his head. 

“Want to talk about it?” he shook his head as his hands gripped the back of your shirt, you placed a gentle kiss on top of his head as he laid there. “Can we just stay here for a little bit?” He asked looking up at you, tears filling his eyes. “Of course, Handsome. We can stay as long as you want.” Your other hand coming up to wipe his tears away as you softly hummed watching as he leaned into your hand. You both stayed in bed for about an hour until you were able to get him up and into the tub for a relaxing bath. You hated seeing him like that but everyone has bad days, even angels. After getting out of the bath, he sat back on the bed with you in his lap as you ordered his favorite take out and let him pick out a movie. His arms wrapped around you snuggly as he held you close.

He was trying to be better for you. He didn’t deserve you but you chose him. So the least he could do was be better.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #adam x reader #adam imagines #adam imagine #adam x gn!reader #adam x y/n #hazbin hotel adam #adam x you

[rute-me]

TW: Angst

TW:ANGST

when you don't come back to the farm anymore.

#I thought about it when I passed out in the mines #i'm so sorry #angst #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley fanart #rute_meart

[lvlyghost]

Salvation II

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tw:angst, fluff, slightly suggestive (not really) but just in case, mentions of abduction but nothing too explicit. kate shows up bc we stan🫶🏻 john being a softie 🥹✨💞also not proofread🐸

A/N: omg i can't thank y'all enough for the love the first part got🫰🏻🥰 I hope you like this part as much! Please remember english isn't my first language, corrections are appreciated as usual🩵

Masterlist✨ | Part I | Part III

The soft sound of rain outside the house, lightning and a thunder shake the windows. Carrying two cups of hot cocoa in both hands as she walks where John is waiting for her in the living room. He's scrolling through his phone and immediately puts it down when he sees her. A soft smile makes its way to his lips.

She figured she'd make something warm for them to drink. The rain had come pouring down unexpectedly at the fair, which made them run to John's car to no avail. They were soaking wet by the time they reached the automobile, laughing and enjoying the presence of each other.

"We should take a bath before we get sick."

He had suggested, as soon as she opened the door. John had tried to shield her with his coat and beanie, although it could only do so much. Her teeth were chattering, still never losing that damn smile he had grown fond of.

So here they were now, engulfed in their pajamas ready to get some rest. The stuffed otter was placed on the sofa across from him. She handed John the mug to which he thanked and took a small sip.

"Probably not as good as your Earl Grey but..."

"It's perfect, love. C'mere." He pats the empty spot next to him. She obliges, crossing her legs as she sits. A comfortable silence falls between the two for a moment when the sky rumbles again.

"Doctor said once I'm able to go back to social life I should try to go on a date you know?" She began, shaking her head as if the mere idea was delusional. Her thumb absentmindedly tracing the rim of the mug. "Get to know people. She called it healing." She scoffs. "As if it was that easy."

Taking a sip, John watches as she bites her lip. He can't help it but a strange feeling sets in his gut.

"Is that so crazy, sweetheart?" She turns to him, studying his features with a small frown. "You deserve to be happy. Every single day, you deserve that and much more."

"I... I-" she stutters. "What if they think I'm weird John? I can hardly be myself. What happens when they ask about my life? I'm scared. Every time I close my eyes I'm back in that place..." she glances up to the ceiling, glossy eyes threatening to mimic the pouring rain outside. "I'm never going to be normal. Never going to be whole again...-

"Are you afraid of me?" He interrupts her, forcing her to turn to gaze at him. Swallowing saliva, she meets his bright blue eyes. He's dead serious. The cup long forgotten as he had placed it on the small coffee table. She shook her head.

"You saved me. You've seen what I've been through, and no,..." she stops him when he opens his mouth. "I know you've read the files. You must've in order to know what you were getting yourself into, John. And not just you but your team. And every time you look at me I see it. You were there when I testified... no one knows better than you... nobody knows me better than you." She's choking on her own words when she's finished, tears streaming down her face.

John wastes no time, pulling her into his lap as she hugs him as if her life depends on him.

It probably did.

Sobbing and hiding her face in the crook of his neck she feels the pain, the tension, the agony subside; John holds her small shaking frame against his body. He was often scared to touch her even if it was something so innocent like a hug. Something like this. Even when he wanted nothing more than to be near her. Be the one to shield her from the bad dreams, when the memories of the atrocious life she was forced to endure came to haunt her. He's tracing soft circles on her arm in an attempt to soothe her.

"I could never be afraid of you." She assures him.

-

"Do you know how many people I had to call?" Kate asks him not waiting for a response. Both looking at the girl sitting in the room behind the tinted window. "Twelve."

"I get it Kate." He grumbles. "Thank you. I owe you." He crosses his arms not losing sight of the girl he recently rescued. "I just wish they had given her more time to heal. She's in a bad shape, can't they bloody see?"

"I was thinking the same, but the clock is ticking. We can't afford to lose more time."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's barely gotten any sleep since the mission. She had held his arm the entire ride back. Squeezing with all the strength she had left in her system

"What's gonna happen to her once this is over?"

Kate side eyes John, wondering why he cares so much.

"The NCA will take over from here. Most likely be put under witness protection and given a new identity. Just like the rest of the survivors."

"Hmm." Grunting he takes a step forward.

"John?" She quirks a brow.

"I might just need one last favor."

"Of course." She rolls her eyes feigning annoyance. "This is gonna cost you two tickets for the soccer game next week."

John turns to her.

"You mean the football match?" He politely corrects her.

"I meant what I meant."

"All I remember that morning is I was getting ready for high school. Said goodbye to my grandmother and left. We lived in a complex of apartments with an underground parking lot. She had an old red cavalier that belonged to my grandfather. Last thing I recall is opening the door and then nothing. Just... nothing for years."

-

She feels John standing up from the sofa carrying her body in his strong arms. She doesn't have to look, just know he's taking her to the bedroom. Before he can lay her down on the mattress she gets off of him. Bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. John is about to ask what's wrong. Maybe he made it look like...

She kisses him on the lips. It's quick and it takes him by surprise. Her cheeks flush and eyes go wide, he smiles fondly.

"Do that again." He prompts her.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes.

"For as long as you want me to." She grabs him by the neck and pulls him down to her level.

"It's okay John. Even if I have ghosts I know you'll make them disappear."

That's all he needs to hear. His hands find her waist, all doubt gone. All this time he was terrified that he'd scare her, not wanting to make the first move. John respected her and wanted the girl to feel safe around him. That's why now after hearing those words he lets himself feel her. The soft edges of her delicate skin. Her labored breathing.

He kisses her soft lips, hand coming up to caress her cheek and then, right there he knows she's let all her walls down for him. Letting him in, see all the parts she thought would have to bury for eternity.

He ought to do the same for her. He has his own ghosts. John needed salvation too. Perhaps in a different way.

And if anyone ever dare to try to harm her, taker her away from him...

He'd kill them all.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #cod ghost #cod konig #cod mw22 #simon riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #call of duty mwii #john price imagine #cod john price #john price x you #task force 141

[nightfang22]

Get Angry

As a special treat for my friend @p34ch-tr33 who always pulls out my best work! Enjoy!

TW:Angst,smut insinuation,alcohol,18+

A tear runs down my cheek as I blow out the last candle on the cake. 20 candles nearly completely melted, wax mixed with icing, I sat alone in the dark as I waited for him. He should've been here 5 hours ago. Kenny promised this year would be different. He promised. I scroll through my Snapchat just looking at people's stories and watching dog videos. I clicked on Stan's story expecting to see cute photos of Sparky or videos with Wendy. What I saw broke my heart. Stan's story was filled with nothing but videos of a party at Kenny's house. I could see Wendy and Bebe taking shots and Cartman and Heidi making out. Butters was hitting on some poor drunk girl in the corner and Kyle was playing video games. Craig and Tweek were watching Jimmy break dance on a cardboard box in the middle of the room. I choked back a hard sob stuck in my throat but ultimately I failed. Then I remembered what my father told me when I was little: Don't cry, get mad. And when you get mad, get even. I picked myself up and brushed myself off, tossing the ruined cake in the garbage before fixing my makeup. I grabbed my keys and sped off in my car to Kenny's house.

Ever since Kenny's dad got that oil rig job and is never home anymore, Kenny hasn't really been Kenny. We used to celebrate each other's birthdays together all the time when we were kids but he's missed the last couple of years. He always made it up to me in the end but this time he completely forgot and didn't invite me to his party! I'll show him. I pull into Kenny's driveway and get out of my car. I knock on the door but there's no answer. 'Maybe the music is too loud for them to hear anything else?' So I knock again but louder. Stan opens the door looking back over his shoulder laughing at something before turning his head to face me. His eyes widen in shock. "(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He has a glass in his hand that has a golden brown liquid in it. I relieve him of his glass and down it. 'Hm, Kenny's dad's Scotch from the fancy liquor cabinet.' "I just came to say hi to Kenny and to remind him of the date. You know, since he didn't invite me to his little shindig." I said through gritted teeth. Stan is just staring at me dumbfounded before saying, "What? Kenny told us you couldn't make it cause you were sick. Everyone was asking about you." I smile softly and hug him. That makes me feel a teensy bit better. "Thank you, Stan. Where's Kenny?" I ask, my voice now calm and soft. Stan steps aside to let me in and points over to his dad's recliner where Kenny is sat watching Kyle play Nintendo. I give Stan back the empty glass and march over to Kenny. I stand in front of him, blocking his view of Kyle's game. I see his eyes widen for but a moment before I kick him square in the junk. "KENNY MCCORMICK, YOU ARE THE WORST FRIEND AND BIGGEST ASSHOLE I'VE EVER MET AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING CONSIDERING WE'VE KNOWN CARTMAN OUR WHOLE GODDAMN LIVES!" I scream at him in front of everyone. He's not wearing his parka so I have a full view of his face and just how red his cheeks are from embarrassment. The music suddenly stops and the whole room falls silent as everyone has their eyes on us. "NOT ONLY DO YOU THROW A PARTY AND TELL EVERYONE I'M SICK BUT YOU FORGET MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A MOTHERFUCKING ROW, YOU PIECE OF ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT! I HOPE YOU GET TOSSED ONTO A PIKE YOU SON OF A BITCH! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT I THINK THAT KENNY KABOBS SOUND PRETTY GODDAMN GOOD RIGHT ABOUT NOW!" And I kick him square in the junk one more time. Just for good measure, of course. "Okay everyone, let the party continue! It is my birthday, after all!" I slit my eyes in Kenny's direction when I say the word 'birthday'.

     The music starts up again and everyone goes back to partying like nothing even happened. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a heavy drink when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I roll my eyes sighing. Spinning around, I say "Kenny, I'm not sorry for kicking you in the balls and I'm especially not sorry for crashing your party, either." But when I spin around I am not met with blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I am met with messy black hair peeking out of a cute blue hat. "I'm not sorry you did either of those things, too. He really deserved it." It's Craig. I look up at his rather tall frame. Craig has towered over me since we were little. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were Kenny." He fakes being wounded in the chest. "Ouch, (Y/N). That bad, huh?" I could only laugh at his cheesy joke and brush his arm as I reply, "Nah, you're way cuter." His cheeks turn bright pink and that's when I notice Kenny watching out of the corner of my eye. I wrap my arms around Craig's neck and pull him in. We start to makeout and he has me pressed up against the wall. I break away only to pull him up the staircase to Kenny's bedroom. I open the door as Craig takes off his shirt. I turn to him as he pins me to the door, shutting it. He pulls my shirt off and unclasps my bra. He moves me to the bed and takes his hat off, placing it gently atop my head. Removing my skirt and undergarments, Craig kisses his way up my legs before he has me pinned beneath him. I never thought that my first time would be like this. As a revenge tactic with someone I didn't love. Especially not with Craig Tucker. He's leaning down to kiss me again when the door slams wide open. Kenny bursts through the door and pulls Craig off of me by the back of his head, slamming him into the wall. I jump up to my elbows. It appears that Craig is rendered unconscious. He's still breathing at least. I can see his chest moving rhythmically. I stare at Kenny as his head turns to me, his breathing hot and heavy. I can see why. He has a raging boner in his jeans. He pulls off his shirt and crawls on top of me. We make very intense and intimate eye contact for a few silent moments. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have forgotten." I clear my throat. "Or lied to everyone about you being sick. Can you please forgive me?" Kenny gives me his best puppy eyes, the ones that always got me to do whatever he wanted when we were little and even still to this day. "Okay, fine. I'll forgive you." He smiled at me softly kissing me on the lips. "You weren't really about to give away what's mine to Craig, right?" I shake my head while giggling. He chuckles. "Good. Now let me give you your birthday gift." He strips his bottoms and I flip him over. "Let me." I whisper. I get real close to his face before I whisper, "Nice try, asshole." I sit back up and slap him across the face. "You could never have me no matter how bad you want me, McCormick." I spit in his face as I got up, Craig's hat still atop my head. I saunter over to the door taking a final turn to look at Kenny. "You'd just die on me anyways, you fucking flip phone." Those were the last words I ever spoke to Kenny McCormick as I left him laying there confused and sexually frustrated with his cock out in a room with an unconscious Craig.

Word Count:1,358

#south park #kenny mccormick #kenny #kenny x reader #x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #south park x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlovski x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #jimmy valmer #wendy testaburger #tweek tweak #heidi turner #bebe stevens #craig #eric #stan #kyle #butters #jimmy #wendy #tweek

[inari-zaheer]

requesting hcs of nebula pining over female reader please and thank you! set after gotg 3 and reader is one of the teachers who teaches the kids they saved from the high evolutionary

Nebula Pining Over Fem! Reader

Pairing:Nebula x Reader

Tw:Angst with a happy ending

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Ever since the events of the battle against the High Evolutionary, Nebula got way sadder than usual

Sure they saved a bunch of people and lots of civilizations, but right when she was getting used to her lil disfunctional family they decided that they needed some time apart of the group

She helped everywhere she could in Knowhere, from building stuff, to fixing equipment, till a day where Kraglin asked her if she could help with teaching the children the basics of self defense

It was definitely not what she was used to, but coming from a "family" of abuse she understood the importance of it

An that's when she met you!

As she was waiting for her class with the children start, she saw you on one of the windows of the building teaching the children how to comunicate with everyone

From that moment she felt weird, overwhelmed, it was a feeling that she never felt before, and the fact that she didn't knew what it was only made her upset

She was going to pretend that it was nothing, until a day when her session with the kids ended that you went to talk to her

You waited just so you could thank her for what she was doing with the children, because as they were learning your language they were able to tell the horrible things they suffered on the ship

It was a simple thank you, but that didn't help Nebula with her feelings, quite the opposite actually

But after the group kinda dissipated she had no one to talk to

Her sister was not the same she lived with before the battle with Thanos, Quil was back on Terra and the most important person who could maybe help her, Mantis, was somewhere in the space, and it was obvious that Rocket, Groot and Drax where out of question

Every day you would stay to watch the kids you quickly bonded to see their improvement (definitely not for the goddess of a woman who was teaching them that you were slowly caughting feelings for)

Geeting closer to her, telling how cool her abilities were, saying how one day you wanted to be as strong as her

And every day that passed she got more intrigued by her own feelings towards you

Until one day Kraglin was telling her about some movie tapes that Yondu had found for Peter but didn't had the opportunity to give them, so he asked if she could keep them safe on her room till he came back

She wasn't exactly the type to like music or this so called movies, but she was just so bored one day that, when she was sure no one would ever know, she put a movie on the device that Rocket had made for Peter if they ever found one of those

She did not knew or cared about the name of the movie in question, but one of the main themes that kept poping over and over again made her understand everything

It was love!

Oh fuck it was love

Those were her first thoughts when she realized it, immediately turning off the thing and throwing the tape as far as she could

She could not feel love for you, in her head love wasn’t meant for her, she wasn’t worthy of love

But then again, why would you love her? A killer, a destroyer, machine

And after that day, she was not the same again

She asked to change the day of the sessions just so she would not see you, avoided you everywhere in Knowhere, and asked everybody to tell people to just leave her alone

She kept pushing the feeling back, and one day she cried for the second time in her entire life for a person

But she underestimated you

One day you simply showed up at her door, and even when she pretended she was not there you just screamed that you were going to wait

Seeing you really weren’t gonna budge she opened the door for you and saw your state

You looked sad, tired and even a bit sick

She went to ask what did you wanted but was met with a "did i do something wrong?"

Of course she was not understanding, but you just asked why she started avoiding you out of nowhere, almost starting to cry

Then all of the conflicted feelings she was feeling immediately turned into guilt

How could she do something like this to you? To leave you in that state just cause she could not understand what was happening

Then she finally could not wait any longer and told you everything, how she felt about you, how she was scared of those feelings, and how she thought she did not deserve any of what you wanted to give her

You immediately told her that it didn't matter the stuff she had done, the past was in the past and she deserved someone to help her see that things could be great, that she deserved to feel love and be loved

She said she was not used to it, but asked if she could give you a hug

It was kinda akward, but you could see that this was definelly just the beginning of something special between the both of you

#nebula x reader #nebula #nebula mcu #nebula fanfic #nebula my love #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy x reader #gotg #marvel #marvel x reader

[kylaisnothere]

"When will you realise it's me who gave you everything you wanted!"

Alastor × femread

Tw:angst and swearing.

It's a short story about alastor just getting mad that you didn't like him back. :3

"Alastor.. I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way. We can only stay as friends." The words kept alastor all night. He expected you to like him back since you showed signs of love..

The way you looked at him.. gave him affections of love and took care of him... was it all just.. fake?

Alastor stayed up all night just working on his desk while he kept his office closed not letting anyone in. He kept saying to himself "he was suppose to be mine.."

He was trying so hard to convince himself that you liked him back, and you were just scared to say it. But he just couldn't handle all the pain he was keeping from inside.

He slammed the desk as he spoke in a frustrated tone "fuck!..fuck fuck she was suppose to be mine!.."

He slowly got in his knees and started to sob as his smile disappeared from his face after decades.. he's confused.. Why? Why didn't you feel the same way? Was he not enough? Was he not that good enough that you didn't like him back? Or did you just hate him?..in confused about him..it made him drive crazy..crazy mad..crazy sadness.. he just couldn't understand the emotions.

He was suppose to get you. To have you. To finally be lovers..but it all failed. He was a fool for love! But he just couldn't help but get attracted to you..the way you were so kind, helpful, attractive..and the way you acted towards him..he wanted you more than ever. It was more like an obsession.

"I live my life like I was on fire for decades..the day she entered my life I was living my best days. I won't let her go so easily." He mumbled.

"My eyes are only for you, my deer..just you wait for me."

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor angst #alastor x female reader

[chokememaximoff]

Regrets & Resilience I

Abstract:Meet an Avenger with a past as heavy as her armor, caught in a web of history and heartache. Crushes and grudges collide when she joins forces with Wanda Maximoff on a wild mission. But when trouble hits hard, it's her turn to step up and shield the very person who resented her.

TW:angst,mentions of death,battle scene,detailed injury description,sight loss. That's all I think

I'm slammed against the wall by the angry Sokovian and I groan as my head bounces off the concrete walls of the warehouse. I push her away and that pissed her off even more and I was so confused. Yes we were on a mission in Sokovia to deal with Hydra, but these two twins were making it a living hell...and they were especially mad at dad and me. I don't know her, I never did anything to her.

"Let's just calm down an-" I hiss as her fist meets my jaw and her brother speeds to her holding her back.

"Let me at her Pietro! They killed them! You took everything from us!" She yells and I was more confused than ever. The brother speeds off with her and I find my way out of the basement I somehow ended up with while fighting with her.

Later on I ended up finding out her name was Wanda Maximoff and the weapons my dad built were the reason her parents were dead. I've never felt more guilty in my life.

..

Scratch that..I felt guilty every day now. After the battle in Sokovia against Ultron they both became Avengers and it was so awkward to say the least. She would make snarky comments at me every now and then and if it came to me training her she would refuse it. She was on amazing terms with everyone except my dad and me.

I walk by her room one night as I couldn't sleep from having nightmares, then I hear crying coming out of Wanda's room. I knock and come inside to see her asleep having a nightmare. My heart breaks as I see sweat coating her body and sobs making her whole body shake. I shake her gently and she doesn't budge. I do it once more and her eyes snap open. When she sees it's me she jumps up and slams me against the wall and I yelp.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Wanda says her voice broken from all the crying and I gulp.

"I-Im sorry I heard you crying-I tried to help you, I felt bad." I stutter out and she chuckles darkly.

"You didn't feel bad when your daddy killed my parents?!" She yells at my face and I feel tears brim in my eyes.

"Wanda I was a k-"

"So was I! He did it, so you're just as much to blame! You're his blood!" She yells and I shake my head, but she pushes me out of the room. " I don't wanna hear anything from you. I will never EVER forgive you or him." She yells with angry tears streaming down her face and I walk out the room crying. I go to Natasha's room and she was peacefully asleep as I silently walked in. I climb into her bed and she flinches sitting up, but soon relaxes when she sees it was me.

"Y/N you're crying. Another nightmare? " She asks caressing my cheek and immediately bringing me up to her chest as she cuddles me.

"I walked by Wanda's room and heard her crying..she was having a nightmare I tried to help her and she pinned me against the wall and yelled at me. She said it was all my fault because I was his kid and that she will never forgive me." I say sobbing and Natasha holds me rocking us softly.

"Y/N don't listen to her. You didn't do anything. You were a kid still in training and you didn't even know what your dad was doing. " She tries to comfort me, but something else was on my heart.

"Natasha I-I think I like her, but she hates me to my core."

"Well shit."Natasha says and I cry some more before eventually falling asleep with Natasha singing some Russian lullabies to me.

After a while I just kept my distance from Wanda not wanting to upset her even more. Even when she had snarky remarks or anything I would just mumble an apology and walk away.

"You two can't keep ignoring each other and fighting every chance you get when you are a team." Furry says and I bow my head down, while Wanda stays silent. "You two are going on a mission together ..bond." Furry says and Wanda chuckles.

"Don't expect me to pull her ass out of trouble, if she gets into it...I'm leaving." Wanda says with Pietro shaking his head. Pietro actually came up to me and said he didn't blame me, but that his sister was just in a different situation..whatever that meant.

It was now the middle of the mission and our comms were messed up by some Hydra technology. We were struggling really hard, but after a while we took care of all Hydra personal, or so we thought. I walk up to Wanda who was trying to get in touch with the team and I see a guy in a suit running straight at her. I push her out of the way and he slams into me, immediately crushing a few bones when his iron suit crashed into my body. I only had a leather suit with some protective gear on it today because I didn't think the mission would require my hard suit. I stand up and go in my fighting stance. He goes to shoot a rocket at Wanda but I quickly use my powers to create an energy shield around her and it bounces off shooting at us launching the both of us a couple of meters away. I feel a burning pain in various parts of my body and I cough from the smoke of the explosion. I stand weakly in front of Wanda again using my powers to create a shield and she slams against it.

"Y/N let me he-" But I don't hear her as the guy slams into me again and I feel a sharp stabbing pain in my side and I use the remaining energy to launch him away with my powers . I fall to my knees but still hold the shield in front of Wanda.

"Quit agent, I will kill you both." He says and I chuckle wiping some blood of my face.

"Get through me first. Starks don't quit." I say getting up again and he aims his rocket launcher at me and I run at him making him fall down on the ground. We roll around in the dirt and my head hits a huge stone leaving a throbbing sensation in my head. I still used my powers to keep Wanda in a shield while I fought with him which was almost impossible, but my instinct was to keep her safe. I have to repay her. It was all my fault. He grabs my throat between his hands and I struggle to push them off grabbing onto his wrists.

"Say hi to the other so called heroes we killed." He says with a grin as I could see his face now since his mask he fell off.

"I will die fighting."I launch him off me using all my body strength and roll onto him. I was hollow and empty, but I knew I had to carry on, even with my breathing becoming more and more ragged and my entire body just wanting to quit and die. I hear Wanda yell my name as she slams against the shield desperately trying to get out. I slam my fists against his face and go to take my knife out of my thigh holster to kill him, but he aims his rocket launcher at both him and me.

"Hail Hydra." He says and I try to use a little of my powers to keep myself safe, but everything goes black quickly as I'm blinded by the explosion and all I could feel was excruciating pain as I lay on the ground not even having the strength to move. I hear footsteps running up to me through the ringing in my ears and I feel warm hands on my cheeks.

"Hey! Hey! Open your eyes please." I hear Wanda beg through sobs and I weakly open my eyes coughing slightly. Even though my eyes were open everything was black as I cough and my lungs rasp I feel a metallic taste in my mouth.

"I-I can't see!" I mumble choking slightly on what I guess is my own blood and taking a weak breath as I panic." Are yo-ou okay?" I mumble taking a weak painful breath after every word and feeling around for Wanda who holds my hand.

"Fuck! I am thanks to you, why the fuck would you do that?! Are you crazy?! I treat you like shit!" Wanda says and presses an emergency button on her comms as I heard and by some miracle it goes through.

"I-I ..crush..on...you." I cough out more blood and my chest was on fire. Wanda's tear filled eyes widen as she caresses my cheek. "It was my f-fault..parents died..I deserve to d-ie protecti-ing you." I say and she shakes her head and I feel the world slipping away from me.

"No...no..I forgave you! I-I did!...Fuck I should have fixed it! Please don't blame yourself. Stay with me..Ill show you I'm not mad. I haven't been in a while.. I just didn't know how to fix everything so I just continued what I was doing." She says and I chuckle, but cry out in pain quickly.

"Don't be nice..becaus-e I'm dying. W-we ran out of time..I'm sorry ...M-maybe in another l-life..we are together..yeah sounds nice." I mumble and close my eyes. I feel my breathing slowing down until all I feel is a harsh metallic taste and it didn't even hurt that bad anymore.

As Y/N stopped breathing Wanda shook her head and wiped her tears with her bloody hands. She ripped off the parts of the suit left on the motionless body.

"You're not fucking dying!" She yells as she looks at the badly wounded body and she puts her hands in position to start reviving the helpless girl. "Stay with me please...please. I never wanted you to be hurt..you can't die now. It's not your time to rest yet..please don't leave me too." Wanda says and then gives mouth to mouth and continues chest compressions as blood pools around them. She hears the team coming in the jet and she continues desperately trying to feel a steady pulse in the weak girl in front of her. Natasha and Tony are the first to run out of the jet and they look at the scene of Wanda crying above Y/N trying to bring her back to life.

"No not my baby!" Tony screams running up to his daughter tears falling down as he cradles her in his arms and Wanda sits on the dirt defeated sobbing.

"Did you do this?!" Natasha yells at Wanda running at her, but Steve holds her back.

"S-she protected..me" Wanda mumbles quietly, while Natasha sobs on Steve's shoulder. Clint runs up to them and takes Y/N away from Tony and into the jet where doctors immediately start trying to revive her. They all haul in and they are soon in the air going as fast as possible to the compound hospital. They use the defibrillator on her and her body jumps up, but no heartbeat shows up. Wanda sobs holding her head in her hands. They try one more time and a faint heartbeat shows up. Wanda's head snaps up as the doctors put in a breathing tube and start putting in an IV with blood. Everything else is a blur as I just spent the ride crying my eyes out.

...

I wake up feeling a weird thing in my mouth and pain all through my body. I open my eyes but I'm unable to see anything even though they were open. I feel on my face for where my eyes were and they were covered by gauzes. I hear the steady sound of the heart monitor and I panic as I'm unable to speak from this thing in my mouth, everything hurts and I can't see because of these damn gauzes. I guess someone was in my room and heard me stirring as the chair scraped against the floor loudly.

"Y/N! You're awake! Okay calm down you have a breathing tube in,I'll get someone to take it out." I recognized the voice as Natasha's and she ran out of the room. I hear her coming soon after with a couple more footsteps following and soon enough I hear a new voice.

"Hi Y/N, I'm your doctor. I'm gonna take out your tube now so we can talk okay?" She asks and I give her a thumbs up. She pulls it out after a lot of discomfort and I take a weak breath with my lungs still on fire.

"W-water." I mumble and I am handed a glass of water which I clumsily drank.

"So Y/N, you were out for three days and to be honest it's a miracle you're still alive. Collapsed right lung wing from the stabbing, four broken ribs, multiple wounds basically not an inch of your body was free of wounds. You had a hard concussion and well the last one is the worst." She says and I listen curiously.

"What, did I like losing a limb? I feel them all...I just can't see because of these gauzes may you please get them off?" I ask in a raspy voice being out of breath just from saying that.

"That's the thing.. I am so sorry to tell you this, but when you came here there was blood and debris all over your face. At the time we thought it was just coming from the skin, but it turns out your eyes were bleeding severely and had been severely hurt during the rocket explosion. The debris ended up going into your eyes causing severe damage to your optic nerve. Meaning you have permanently lost your sight." The doctor says and I chuckle shaking my head.

"No..no I don't believe you. Just take this off and I'll see, you guys are joking ...please you have to be." I say weakly as I tug on the gauzes and the doctor sighs removing them while I hear Natasha sniffle. I feel the gauzes have been removed , but it all stayed dark. I sob and panic feeling around and I hear more footsteps running up to the room. "No please I can't...this can't be real!" I sob louder and I hear my mom cry out.

"Baby it's okay, you're going to be okay!" Pepper says sobbing and holding onto my hand and I feel another hand hold mine which was rougher and I recognized it as my dad's hand.

"Mama I can't see!" I sob ignoring the burning pain in my lungs as it hurt to cry.

..

Wanda listens in front of the room where Y/N was and she slides down the wall crying when she hears the heartbreaking scene inside the room. Her life is forever changed because of a stupid sacrifice.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #angst #fanfiction #gxg

[theunholyrogue]

if time could stop (REWRITTEN!)(Bay!Donnie ending)

tw:angst, cursing

intro.itcs

“Let’s do this.”

The genius had been waiting on this moment for five years. Ever since he had lost you, Donatello had stopped at nothing to build something in order to have the sliver of a chance to see you once again or take down the man that had shown you no mercy and caused you to leave him so soon.

He had never felt like this towards a person, it made the turtle uncomfortable to feel so attached to you, and now that you were gone, it was destroying him. It was his fault, he knew that. He miscalculated the Shredder’s movement and it costed you your life, because of him.

He would make up for the pain and suffering he had caused you. Donatello considered all possibilities of going about this, concluding that a time machine set for five years back would be the best way of going about taking down the Shredder and seeing you once again, and would save you in the process.

For five years, five long years without you by his side to ask him persistent questions about the project he was working on and why something did what, he was finally finished with the time machine after numerous test trials.

“Okay, Donnie. How does it work?” April asked, eyeballing the turtle.

“Well, here is a station that you and Casey will be at, monitoring our vitals and keeping a track on the portal. It has a functional auto-correction system to keep from overloading and shutting down without warning, but of course there is never a 100% in these kinds of things, so in the case that it is overworking itself, a warning will come up and you’ll let us know if we have to come back through before it shuts down automatically.”

Donatello explained, bringing clarity to April’s question.

“Okay. But if it go back in time, why not go back to before the Shredder even comes to New York? Before the disease he wanted to spread to everyone?” Casey asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“I have it preset to go back five years in the past. It’s already risky enough to go back that far, especially when we will be dealing with ourselves from the past, we can’t go so far back and alter so much of our own timeline.” Donatello stated, earning an understanding nod from Casey.

“So like a butterfly effect?” He asked.

“Yes, like a butterfly effect.” Donatello replied.

Soon, after going through a few more of the features with Casey and April, the brothers were able to suit up in special equipment to keep them safe from the portal.

“Two turtles at a time to keep the portal from going crazy.” Donatello stated, causing him and Michelangelo to step up in front of the entrance to the machine. Waiting for the swirling mist to open up, April readied the machine and looked over to the brothers. “Ready.”

Earning a nod from Donatello and Michelangelo, they walked through the portal and went through a brief moment of overwhelming effects before being spat out of the opposite side.

The two took a moment before standing up and looking around. There, Donatello immediately recognized his lab from five years prior to the incident. Michelangelo looked around in amazement, before the two moved further into the lair, noticing their group surrounding the island. They were currently singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, all giggling, laughing, and smiling. Donatello watched you with a sad smile, knowing what happened minutes after this from his timeline. He wouldn’t let that happen again.

“Should we wait for Raph and Leo to come through?” Michelangelo asked, looking up at his brother, who nodded in response.

“Yeah, we should.”

Walking back towards the lab and standing by the portal, Donatello considered how they would be going about this… but he couldn’t let his brothers avenge you.

“Mikey,” Donatello started, catching his younger brother’s attention. “I’m sorry.”

Michelangelo looked at him, confused at what his brother was saying. “Sorry for what, dude?”

“I have to do this on my own.” He replied, causing Michelangelo to widen his eyes as Donatello grabbed his brother and slung him back through the portal.

“Don, stop!” Michelangelo yelled before his body disappeared into the purple swirling mist. Before they could react on the other side, Donatello raised his arm and pressed on his watch, closing the portal from his end and leaving him trapped.

Moving on his feet, he ran out of the lair before the alarms and monitors went off, moving to get to the Shredder before he could cause a great deal of destruction.

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Falling out of the other side of the portal, Michelangelo hit the floor with a thud, gaining the attention of his brothers, April, and Casey.

“Dude, what happened?!” Casey asked frantically as Michelangelo scurried off of the floor.

“Donnie threw me back through! He said he had to ‘do it on his own!’” The youngest explained in a raised voice, causing the rest of the team to react with different expressions.

“Dammit, Donnie!” Leonardo exclaimed, smacking his hand against his head as Raphael stared at the closed portal.

“That moron is going to get himself killed!” Raphael replied, while Casey and April tried to find a way to open the portal back up.

Suddenly, in the process of trying to figure out how to turn the portal back on, a video came up and Donatello sitting at his desk, awkwardly staring at the camera.

“If you’re seeing this, it means that the portal is up and running and I’m on the other side… and closed the portal. Sorry to whoever came through with me, I had to be alone. I had to avenge them on my own. It’s my fault that they got killed, therefore I will be the one to take down the Shredder. Sorry, there’s no way to open the portal back up if I have closed it from the other side.”

With an awkward pause, the video ended, causing mixed feelings of shock, frustration, and sadness to flood the room.

“Dammit.”

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Donatello fought hard against the Shredder on his own, now with the help of his past brothers, you, April, and Casey. You all knew that there was no time in explaining why he was here alongside his younger form, focused on taking the Shredder down once and for all.

At the end, the had successfully defeated the Shredder and ended him for good. Quietly, Donatello’s future version started to fade, leaving his past form alongside his brothers and three human friends behind. You all silently watched as the turtle disappeared, but not before he looked to his past self and glared.

“Tell them how you feel, you coward.”

Now gone, Donatello’s current self looked at you with wide eyes. You looked back at him with a confused expression. “What did… you… mean?” You asked, but was nearly given no time before Donatello walked up to you and pressed his lips against yours, his hand raising to cradle the back of your head.

You didn’t pull away, not that you really could, but you didn’t want to. You melted into the gesture before the two of you pulled away soon after.

“That. That is what he… I… meant.” Donatello replied with a small, embarrassed at what he had done.

“Well, if that’s the case,” You murmured, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling the turtle close, “happy birthday to me,” you said before going in for another kiss, this time it was deeper and more meaningful.

Your future had changed, no longer under the wrath of the Shredder and continued living decently quiet lives after taking him down for good at the moment he tried to take over.

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie 2016 #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie 2014 #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt angst

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hey can i request xiao/scara hitting their s/o in a fight? ofc angst to fluff with good ending but remember this is your account so feel free to ignore this i really love your writing btw <3

Hello hello dear anon. You can't imagine how happy it made me the fact that you like my writing. Ahhh, I love you <3

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Them hitting their s/o in a fight

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Xiao, Scaramouche x gn!reader

Tw:angst to fluff/comfort, unhealthy relationship on Scara's part

A/n: You didn't specify if they had a fight with each other or accidentally hit them during the battle so I wrote both scenarios. Also, I didn't mean to write so much, I just got carried away as usual and please forgive me for taking so long to write your request. I just didn't had any motivation to do so and that's why Xiao's one is horrible

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Xiao

"Xiao watch out!" Was the three words that rang through his ears as he watched you body collapsing on the ground. How did it came to this. How could he do this to you? He was suppose to protect you, not hurt you. You of all people. His sweet Y/N. His lover. The sun to his darkness. His everything. "Please Y/N, wake up. Stay with me."

It was never his intention to drag you up into this mess. It really wasn't The only thing he wanted to do was to take a late night walk around Liyue with you, while holding your hand and showing you how much he loved you by giving you small kisses on the cheek and telling you how much you meant for him and how much he cared about you. Yeah that was completely out of character for him but for you, he would say and do anything. Even sacrifising his life to protect you. Not the other way around. He would never let you even think about this. Ever. But now, the situation had changed. Now he was holding you in his tight embrase as he ran away from the scene. He wanted to take you to a doctor or someone who could save you but he was afraid. Afraid that people would judge him for what he did to you. Yes, he was the one who hurted you but it was never his intention to do so. It was an accident.

You too were walking around Liyue side by side, holding hands. You were telling him about the things you did that day when suddenly Xiao pulled your hand, stopping you from taking another step. "What happened?" You tried to ask him but he shushed you by placing his hand to your mouth. "Be quiet, someone is here." He said as he grabbed his polearm while he pushed you behind his back. "They are here." He warned as a bunch of monsters appeared out of nowhere. Xiao readied himself to fight as the monsters started attacking the two of you. They were fast and agressive and Xiao was trying his best to fight them off so you could escape, but you didn't want to. You had a vision too and knew how to fight so why not help him? Without giving it a second thought, you drew your weakon out and started fighting along side the adepti.

"Y/N, leave. It's dangerous for you to stay here. Those monsters aren't like the usual ones." He yelled at you as a monster was coming your way. "No, I won't leave you here. I have a vision too and I also know how to fight." You yelled back at him as you defeated the monster which was attacking you. Xiao sighed heavily as he turned his attention back to the fight. He knew you were strong, even without a vision but he couldn't help but worry about you. You were his lover and he didn't want anything bad happen to you. He was lost on his own thoughts when suddenly your voice brought him back to reality. "Xiao watch out!" Without any hesitation you threw yourself in front of him, trying to protect him with your body, but Xiao's reflexes were faster than you, which caused him to hurt you pretty badly with one of his attacks.

A loud scream escaped your lips as your body slammed on the hard ground. "Y/N." Xiao's voice echoed through the void as he turned to face the monsters. He looked mad and without wasting any time, he deffeated every single one of the monsters which were attacking you. After the momsters dropped down one by one, dead, Xiao ran up to you and tried to wake you up. "Y/N, please wake up. Don't leave me. I love you, please wake up." But you didn't. You just laid there with your eyes closed, barely breathing. Blood was coming out of the wound on your body and Xiao was desperately trying to stop the bleeding. He was so scared and furious. Scared that you weren't going to make it and furious with himself for not being careful enough and hurting you so badly. How could he do that?

Now that he took you to a safer place, Xiao placed your still unconsious body on the ground, as he tried to wake you one more time. Again, no reaction came from you, which only made Xiao feel worse than he already did. What if you didn't wake up? What if you were already dead? This way of thinking wasn't helping at all and Xiao knew that but he had already lose so many dear to him and he really prayed and hoped that you weren't one of them. Without loosing any more precious time, he lifted up your clothes, just enough to have access to your wound. It was deep and that shattered him but he coudn't let you go like this. "I'm so sorry Y/N." He whispered under his breath as he started stitching you up.

He was being really careful and his moves were slow and the reason was, he didn't want to hurt you more than he had already done. Yeah you may be unable to feel it but still, he had caused you enough pain. After a while, he was done stitching you up and he was bandaging you up when suddenly, your eyes opened and your head turned to the side so you could face him. "Xiao were are we?" You asked, letting your eyes travel around. Without even replying to you, Xiao threw himself on you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you as tightly as he could. "I am so sorry Y/N. I wasn't careful enough and I hurted you, I am so sorry." He was squeezing you so tight that you couldn't even breath properly. "Xiao, please let go of me. I can't breath!" "With a little "oh" coming from his lips, Xiao let go of you and moved away so you could have your personal space.

"Xiao, why are you crying?" You asked him as you made an attempt to get up but a sharp pain rushed through your body, stopping you from doing so. "Haven't I told you to stop doing that?" You asked as Xiao stared at you, unable to understand what did you mean. "I've told you many many times to stop taking all the blame on yourself. What happened was clearly my fault. I tried to protect you even tho I knew that you are really strong to protect yourself. All I did was to get in your way." What were you saying? He had to stop you. You were talking no sense so he had to do something to stop you. Leaning over, he connected his lips to yours as the tip of his fingers stroked your cheek. "You never got I my way and you never will. I love you very much and I am sorry for what I did to you today. It was never my intention to hurt you. A smile made it's way to your lips as you pulled him closer and kissed him once again. "I love you too Xiao."

Scaramouche

"I told you many times before that I wasn't flirting with them, I was just being polite!" You explained to him fro the millionth time that night as you entered your house with Scaramouche following behing you, still yelling. "I saw you flirting y/n with my own two eyes so don't try to deny it!" For the past hour, your boyfriend was accusing you of flirting with another person, while you only politely explained to them that you were in a relationship when they started flirting with you. Scaramouche saw the smile you gave to the other person right before they feft and turned green with anger.

"You were clearly flirting with them so stop acting like you're the victum." His words shocked you. He had never ever talked to you like that. He usually was so gentle and loving towards you that you sometimes thought he had a twin brother or something. "I am not acting like the victum. I am the victum. The victum of your wrong accusations!" You continued the arguement, not wanting to let him take away your innosence. "I know what I saw so trying to deny it is useless. You are a cheater." His words were like knives to your heart but your weren't about to back up. "And you are delusional." Before you could say anything more, Scaramouche's hand landed on your cheek, slapping you hard.

The impact caused you to stumble bak as your hand touched your now red cheek. Tears filled your eyes as you raised your gaze and stared at him. Anger had taken over him, causing him to hit you. His s/o. His eyes were burning with anger as he stared back at you. His hurt s/o. Without saying another word, you turned your back towards him and ran towards your shared bedroom, the same one he gave you all the love he had. Once inside, you slammed the door behind you, leaning over it as you let your tears ran down your cheeks. Yes your cheek hurt but your heart hurt even more. "Why did he do that? I was only trying to be nice." You wondered out loud as sobs escaped from your lips.

Suddenly the door behind you opened, pushing your body violantely away. "What the-" You sentence was cut off as soon as the door opened, revealing him. He looked angry and the way he walked towards, scared you that he might hurt you again so you took a few steps back just to be on the safe side. As soon as Scaramouche proccesed your move, he tensed. "Are they afraid of me?" He though as he stared at your trembling, still crying figure. You were actually terrified of him and that was enough to tare his heart to pieces.

Without saying a single word, he walked up to you, grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer to him. You tried to free yourself from his hold but his grip was too tight around your wrist, leaving you unable to escape. "Let go of me Scaramouche!" You tried to yell at him but your voice was muffled by Scaramouche hugging you on his chest. "Let go!" You struggled against him for a few moments, hitting him on the chest with your fists, demanding of him to let go of you but he didn't listen. Instead he pressed your head on his chest on his head with one arm as the other wrapped itself around your body.

"I am so sorry Y/N for laying my hands on you. It was never my intention to hurt my love, believe me." His voice cracked as the words left his mouth. His embrase loosed, giving you the opportunity to pull away from him, just a little so you can stare at his beautiful dark blue eyes. "It wasn't your intention but you did it anyway. And it hurt me, not only mentally but physically too." A quiet sod escaped hin as he tried to hug you again but you took a step back, making his heart ache. "I am sorry, please forgive me. I don't want to loose you too." He finally broke down, letting hot tears ran down his rosy cheeks as he fell on his knees. Not you too. He couldn't afford to losse you too. He knew what he did was really harsh and trust me, it hurted him as much as it hurted you, but he apologised. You had every right to hit him too, to hurt him as much as you wanted but not to leave him. He loved you. He needed your love.

"You won't loose me Scaramouche. Not now nor never. I love too much to leave you." Kneeling in front of him, you cupped his face with your hands, making him look at you. Your expression was calm, you even had a small smile on your lips as you stare at him, the word "love" was practically bursing out of you. "You you won't?" He asked in a low but happy voice. He sounded like a child. A child that did something wrong, got scolded for it but was promised to be rewarded if they behaved. You shook your head. "How can I leave you when I love too much to even stay mad at you." A little giggle escaped you at the end of your sentence as you pulled him closer and gave him a little kiss on the tip of his nose. He started laughing and giggling like he was a little kid. He was happy. He was so happy that you loved him and he swore to himself to never hurt you, ever again. Only to love you. Forever and ever. No matter what.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin boys #genshin scenarios #genshin fanfic #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x you #scaramouche x you

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Smart Enough To Know Better, Dumb Enough To Do It Anyway

Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

TW:angst (?), mildly toxic behavior, mildly controlling, drugs and alcohol, creepy guy, I think thats all

Summary: Listening has never been your strong suit, and it makes for an interesting dynamic with the Kook King.

Word Count:3.1k

"Rafe, you can't be serious." You whine, making sure he sees your dramatic pout as you emerge from the en suite. 

He scans over your appearance with an approving nod and leans in to kiss your forehead. 

"Have fun tonight."

You lean back with a scowl and stare up at him with disapproval before yanking on the hem of his sweatshirt that he insists you wear. 

"Dude, this is a party. You can't honestly expect me to wear your old lacrosse hoodie and baggy sweatpants!" 

He shrugs casually at your annoyance and leans on the door frame with his arms crossed. 

"Wear it or don't go. It's up to you." 

You're mere seconds from stomping your foot like a petulant child and huff loudly. 

"Well, if you would just go with me it wouldn't be a problem." You snark, but he does nothing except smirk at your bratty demeanor.

"Listen, sweetheart, you know I have an early morning." 

Usually, you wouldn't push him this far but your aggravation with his policing overrides your senses. 

"Yeah, whatever dude." 

You roll your eyes and turn around to go back to the bathroom, doing your best not to smile when you hear Rafe walking heavily behind you. You analyze yourself in the mirror with an unamused expression and make a point not to pay him any mind just to rub salt in the wound. 

His expression is darker now, a mixture of anger and displeasure swirling around his chest at your challenge to his dominance. After a couple of minutes, you finally turn around to face him and lean back on the counter.

"Can I at least take off the sweats and wear the hoodie as a dress with some boots or sneakers?" 

You think it's a fair compromise considering who you're negotiating with, but Rafe clearly disagrees. He's inches away from you before you can blink, with flared nostrils and red cheeks.

"Can you just fucking listen for once? You're lucky I'm letting you go at all and stop calling me dude. You know I hate that." 

His voice is raspy and deep the way it is when his temper is teetering the edge, and your spine instantly straightens. 

"This is my way of looking out for you when I'm not there. You want to be respectful and please me, don't you baby?" 

Goosebumps pebble your skin when he softy brushes your hair to the side so he can brush his lips against the back of your neck. Your eyelids flutter as you try to hold your ground, but resolve is quickly slipping. 

His hand wraps around and harshly grips you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker as you hold his gaze in the mirror.

"Don't you?" 

His tone is condescending this time as he frowns mockingly, and you nod against his hold. He smiles victoriously before letting go and kissing your cheek like nothing happened. 

"I thought so. Go to your party and have fun." 

He slaps your ass and turns on his heel to return to his office, leaving you to stare at his back with narrowed eyes. 

"Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is, letting me do something? He's not my father." You mumble, already hatching a plan in your mind.

A few minutes later you open the front door and pause to yell over your shoulder. 

"I'm leaving. Love you!"

"Love you too. Call Top or Kelce when you're ready to leave!" 

You try not to let the irritation seep into your voice when you respond, well aware that he'll be down the stairs and pulling you inside before you can process. 

"Okay!"

The door slams shut as you jog down the steps to the Uber where Sarah is waiting, and she scoots over to let you in. It was already a war to convince Rafe he didn't need to drive you, and the only way he agreed was if you let one of the guys bring you home. 

Letting you get into a car with a stranger sober is one thing, but doing it drunk is absolutely out of the question.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

You shoot daggers at Sarah when she fails to stifle her laugh, and she coughs to cover it up. 

"Ask your fucking brother." You grumble, and she gives you an apologetic look. 

Twenty minutes later, loud music rings in your ears as you try to maneuver through the crowded house. There are people packed into every corner, and the smell of cheap beer mixed with weed burns your nostrils. 

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick." You shout at Sarah, and she nods before trailing behind you. 

You grimace when something crunches under your shoe, and do your best to navigate the narrow hallway lined with people making out.

A sigh of relief escapes your lungs when you finally reach your destination, and you shut the door behind the two of you. Sarah raises her eyebrows when you plop your bag on the counter and start rummaging, only relenting when you finally find what you're looking for.

Two articles of clothing are dangling from your hands as you give her a mischievous smile and she puts the pieces together.

"You didn't really believe that I'm wearing this the whole time? Come on, Sarah." You giggle, and she gives you a blinding smile. 

"You're such a troublemaker and I love it."

She helps you tie the straps behind your back, and looks over the outfit. It's nothing crazy; just a silk crop top and shorts, but it leaves little to the imagination in terms of your figure. It accentuates every curve perfectly, and you admire your reflection. 

"Listen, I have to change back before we leave. I'm gonna need your help standing up."

She links her arms with yours and leads you back into the hall with her head leaning on your shoulder.

"Whatever, wherever, whenever. You know I've got you." She promises, and the two of you make your way to the kitchen for drinks. 

Topper does a double take when he sees you across the room, and nearly drops his cup of water. He knows you weren't wearing that a few minutes ago because he'd laughed when you walked in covered head to toe. 

Rafe called and asked him to stay in the background and watch you, insisting he was going to make you wear a snowsuit. Topper didn't believe him and was shocked that his friend managed to get you to leave the house like that. So imagine his surprise when there are miles of glitter-covered skin on display as laser beams reflect off your legs.

He snaps a picture and sends it to Rafe with a question mark before tucking his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He doesn't mean to snitch, but he also understands why Rafe is the way he is. 

You don't see the way men look at you, but Rafe does. He hears the comments they make under their breath when they think no one is listening. He knows how beautiful and trusting you are, and unfortunately, he knows that men prey on that. 

Rafe opens up the message and rubs his hand across his mouth while pacing as he takes in your appearance. He's debating what to do when he accidentally plays the live photo and pauses. He plays it again and bolts to his Rover. 

He no longer cares about what you're wearing; he's focused on the man who was shamelessly eye fucking you with a malicious grin. 

Your nose scrunches with disgust when you pry your hand away from the sticky countertop, and you take a long swig of your concoction. 

"Let's dance!" You shout, and Sarah nods while grabbing your hand to lead the way. 

It's not even five minutes before the fun is interrupted, and your hips stop swaying the second you feel someone's arm wrap around your bare waist.

Sarah stops and turns around with a frown when she notices, and she instantly straightens up. 

"I've been watching you for a minute. You wanna dance?" 

His breath is hot against your ear in the worst way as he presses into your ass, and you try to sidestep him to no avail. 

"No thanks."

You attempt to pry his bruising grip off of your flesh, but his fingers only dig in further causing you to wince.

"Oh come on, it's just dancing." 

You're just about to whip around and slap him when you see Sarah's eyes widen, and worry washes over you. 

"Busted."

Before you can ask what she means, the man is being ripped backward and you stumble a bit at the force.

"She said no, asshole."

The relief of hearing Rafe's voice outweighs the fear of being caught, and you allow him to pull your arm until you're tucked safely behind him. 

"Get your own girl, man." 

The man laughs and Rafe goes from protective to homicidal as he stands up taller and angles his chin down to stare at him. The slightly shorter man looks between you and Rafe a few times before scoffing and nodding his head. 

"Of course."

Rafe ignores him and turns to you, his mouth set in a hard line as you give him a sheepish smile. 

"It's not what it looks like." 

Rafe's head tilts to the side as his jaw clenches, and you purse your lips. 

"Right, I'll just-."

You cut yourself off and point your thumb behind you before taking a step back to let Rafe handle it. His attention turns to Sarah for a split second and he nods his head to the side.

"Find Topper and get home."

He's about to lead you outside when the man decides to press his luck and speak again.

"Just for the future, you shouldn't let her go out looking like a whore if you aren't cool with sharing."

Everything seems to stop as the words hang in the air, and Rafe freezes midstride.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

He turns his head just enough to see over his shoulder, and the man smirks.

"You clearly heard me."

Everyone watches with bated breath, and your entire face contorts as you realize what's about to happen.

"Yeah, and you clearly know better than to say it again."

Rafe takes a step forward, and everyone waits for the hammer to come down.

"Look it's been a long day, so I suggest you turn and run before I take it out on you because I'm really not in the fucking mood."

He watches as the man gulps and backs away before nodding with a devilish grin.

"That's what I thought.

Much to your surprise, it doesn't escalate any further and Rafe is by your side with one long stride.

You give Sarah a small wave and she raises her cup in acknowledgment, not the least bit surprised at the turn of events. When it comes to matters concerning your safety, Rafe has eyes and ears in every corner of the town.

You don't resist when his hand returns to the small of your back and guides you forward, always keeping you in his line of sight. Your head stays down with your eyes glued to the floor as the crowd parts like the 

Red Sea and against your better judgment, you flash your Middle finger in the direction of a few snide remarks and giggles.

You don't dare to slow down or look back at Rafe, not wanting to make it worse. You love to push Rafe's buttons on any given day, but you know when you've gone too far and this is not a time for arguing. 

You let Rafe direct you toward the car and focus on your stride without looking up once until you stop at the passenger door. You sidestep a bit so he can reach the handle and fight back a small smile. 

It was established early on that you're not allowed to open doors; even when Rafe is fuming that rule still holds true. 

Rafe's touch is gentle as he helps you into the passenger seat and he slows down just enough to make sure you're buckled before kissing your cheek and returning to his hardass demeanor. 

You watch as he rounds to the driver's side and climbs in, his right hand still coming to rest on your thigh like usual. You pick at your nails as he drives toward Tannyhill and put on your best innocent act. 

"I can expl-" You start, but your mouth snaps shut when you see Rafe glare at you before turning back to the road. 

It's silent for the rest of the drive and fifteen agonizing minutes later, you're trekking up the stairs to your shared bedroom with Rafe. He diverts to the kitchen and you continue on your path, hoping to be asleep before he returns so you can avoid the confrontation.

You're freshly showered and seconds from climbing under the covers when the door finally opens and Rafe walks in slowly. You straighten up and shift back and forth a few times, squirming under his intense gaze as he stares you down. 

"I'm sorry." You try, but Rafe just shakes his head and scratches his temple while pacing a few times. 

"Why are you so goddamn stubborn? It can work in your favor sometimes but fuck, look at the situations you get yourself into! All because you want to be a disobedient and vindictive brat." 

He chuckles under his breath and you gulp, unsure how nasty this is going to get. Rafe will forgive you with a bat of your lashes most of the time, but not right now.

"What if I wasn't there, huh? What if I didn't have Topper keeping an eye on you?"

He gesticulates wildly as your temper starts to rise, and you frown. 

"What do you mean you had Topper keeping an eye on me?" 

Your hands rest on your hips as you squint across the room at him, and he tries to think of a justification. He comes up empty and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open.

"You are unbelievable!" You shout, and Rafe nearly flinches at the anger directed toward him. 

"You don't fucking trust me so you have to have your goons babysit me?!" 

Rafe takes a step closer, dark eyes and flared nostrils matching your own as you prepare for an argument. 

"How can I trust you when you're a fucking liar, Y/N? You sneak around and put yourself into risky situations just to piss me off!" 

Regret consumes him the second the words leave his mouth, and he softens when hurt flashes across your features at the insult and implication. He tries to reach for your hand but it's too late and he knows it; he can see the walls going up as you shut him out and sighs internally. 

"Fuck you, Rafe." 

The words spew like acid, and Rafe nearly buckles when you step into your cow slippers and open the bedroom door. 

"Where are you going?" 

You pause for a split second in the doorway and contemplate before landing on an answer. 

"To sleep in Sarah's room. Wouldn't want you in the same bed as a liar and a whore. I mean, who knows if Y/N is even my name?"

His eyes squeeze shut when the door slams, and he sits on the edge of the bed while running over the events of the night. You let yourself into Sarah's room and collapse onto her bed, resting your cheek against your folded arm. 

Thankfully she isn't back yet, which means you have the oppurtunity to calm down and process for a moment before inevitably returning to Rafe. 

However, you don't get much of a chance before Rafe knocks softly and cracks the door open. 

"Can I come in?" 

He sounds tired, and part of you does feel bad for ruining his night and keeping him awake. A bigger part of you is fuming at his insinuations and actions, determined to make him suffer. 

"No." You answer flatly, and you can almost hear Rafe roll his eyes. 

"Okay."

You think for a moment that he actually left but the thought is cut short when the mattress dips behind you. 

"You don't seem to be in the mood to talk, so you can just listen." 

You don't respond, and keep your face buried away from him. Despite your obnoxious determination to prove a point, Rafe doesn't falter for a second. 

He's used to the attitude and grips your arm to move you onto your side with ease. 

"It's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust them. I hear the way these guys talk about you when they don't know I'm in the locker room and just passing on the street."

The confession causes your anger to start cooling and you willingly shift to be more open to him. As much as you love Rafe, you hate that he's able to disarm you with little to no effort regardless of how pissed off you are.

"Every single one I've caught has paid for it, but I know I can't get them all. They look at you like your prey, and I can't stomach the idea of something happening. They're just waiting for the time to strike, and tonight proved that."

Any and all fight left in your body dissipates, and you feel yourself deflate. 

"Why can't you just say that Rafe?" You frown and he rubs his hand down his face with a sigh. 

"I don't want you to have to think about it. That's what I'm for; protecting you so you can live freely."

Your heart melts at the sentiment and you close the distance between the two of you. 

"That's sweet, Rafe, but I'm not a little kid. I can hold my own better than you think."

He shoots you a skeptical look and you roll your eyes with a laugh. 

"Fine, why don't you show me some self-defense moves so I can protect myself?" You suggest, but he doesn't look thrilled at the idea. 

"I don't know if that's a go-"

He's cut off by your taunting chuckle as you tilt your head to the side in mock disbelief. 

"What? Are you scared?" 

His eyes narrow in annoyance, and you smile victoriously the second you know you won. 

"Fine. Let's get to bed and I'll take you to the gym tomorrow after my meetings."

You don't get a chance to argue before you're slung over his broad shoulder and whisked back down the hall. Your loud giggles fill the room when he tosses you down on the mattress and climbs in; laughing as he forces you under the blanket and secures you in place against his chest. 

"Goodnight. I love you." He mutters, and you hum in acknowledgment before pressing a short kiss to his skin. 

"I love you too."

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[ninjassawthroughmyassasination]

Fragments of eternity

Tw:angst, death, implied suicide

It had been a year since you first met Zhongli, and your life had taken a surreal turn. From a simple wanderer, you found yourself entangled in the mysteries of Liyue and the ancient history surrounding the Geo Archon. In Zhongli, you discovered a serene and wise companion, someone who had witnessed countless eras come and go, yet remained as enigmatic as the stars above.

Your bond with Zhongli grew stronger with every passing day, but there was a persistent ache in your heart. You knew his true identity, the Rex Lapis of old, and the heavy burden he bore as the Geo Archon. Despite his calm demeanor, you sensed a profound sorrow hidden behind those amber eyes. He would often withdraw into his thoughts, leaving you feeling like an outsider gazing into a world you could never truly understand.

One night, under the shimmering moonlight, you found Zhongli standing alone on the Jade Chamber's balcony. The sight of him, an immortal figure surveying a world he could never truly be a part of, tugged at your heartstrings. You approached him cautiously, as if afraid to shatter the fragile silence enveloping him.

"Zhongli," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rustling of the wind.

He turned to face you, his features composed but distant. "Is something troubling you, my dear?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your emotions threatening to overflow. "It's... it's you, Zhongli. You seem so distant sometimes, as if there's a part of you that you keep locked away from me."

He sighed softly, his eyes shifting towards the horizon. "I cannot escape my past, nor the responsibilities that come with it. I have lived for thousands of years, witnessing the rise and fall of nations, only to watch them fade like sand in the wind. It is a burden I must carry, for I am the Geo Archon, and my duty lies with Liyue."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you clenched your fists to steady yourself. "But what about us? What about me?" you choked out, the pain of your heartache consuming you.

Zhongli's expression softened, and he stepped closer, reaching out to wipe away a tear that escaped your eye. "You are dear to me, more than you can imagine," he murmured, his voice filled with melancholy. "But my life is a tapestry of fragments, woven through time. The threads of eternity are beyond mortal comprehension, and it is not something I can easily share."

You felt the gulf between your mortal existence and his timeless being widening, and the ache in your heart intensified. "I don't want to lose you," you whispered, your voice trembling.

He pulled you into a tender embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. "And you won't," he reassured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you must understand that my path is not an easy one. I have seen countless companions pass through my life, and each one leaves a mark on my heart."

You clung to him, your tears staining his robes as you tried to hold onto the fleeting moments. "Then promise me you won't forget me," you pleaded, afraid that your memories would become mere echoes in the vastness of time.

"I could never forget you," Zhongli replied, his voice gentle and sincere. "You are a treasured fragment in the mosaic of my existence, and I will cherish every moment we share."

But as the days passed, the distance between you and Zhongli only seemed to grow. The weight of his eternity and the responsibility he bore became more apparent, and you found yourself feeling increasingly lost in a world where you were merely a transient presence.

In the end, you realized that loving an immortal being was a bittersweet curse, for while you cherished the moments you spent together, you could not help but wonder if your love was destined to be just another fragment in his endless tapestry of memories.

And so, you held onto the memories of him, like stars shining in the night sky, a reminder of the love you once shared, even if it felt like he was slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

In your quest to understand Zhongli better, you turned to the history books, the ancient texts, and the legends of Liyue. You searched for clues about his past, hoping to find a way to bridge the gap between your mortal life and his immortal existence. But the more you delved into the past, the more you realized that some things were meant to remain shrouded in mystery.

Despite your love for Zhongli, the pain of feeling like an outsider in his world was too much to bear. There were days when he would be distant, lost in the weight of his memories, leaving you feeling like an afterthought in the grand tapestry of his existence.

One particularly difficult evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself wandering aimlessly through the streets of Liyue Harbor. Your heart was heavy with unspoken words, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were slowly losing him.

As you reached the harbor's edge, you looked out at the vast sea, its waves crashing against the rocks below. The world around you seemed to blur, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within. And then, without warning, a strong gust of wind tugged at your clothes, pulling you towards the water's edge.

For a moment, you entertained the thought of letting go, of surrendering to the unyielding sea, as if hoping that such an act would make Zhongli realize how much you were hurting. But just as you were about to take that fateful step, a pair of warm, steady hands grasped your own, pulling you back from the precipice.

Zhongli stood there, his eyes filled with worry and a pain you had not seen before. "Do not leave me," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I cannot bear to see you hurt, but my nature is not one that can be easily changed. My existence spans millennia, and I cannot escape the burden it brings."

You looked at him, tears streaming down your cheeks, your heart torn between love and the ache of feeling like a mere fragment in his life. "I love you, Zhongli," you confessed, your voice trembling. "But I don't know if I can continue like this, feeling like I'm always on the periphery of your world."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "I never wanted to cause you pain," he murmured, his voice laced with regret. "But I cannot give up my eternity, just as you cannot give up your mortality."

In that moment, you realized the truth in his words. Your paths were destined to be intertwined, but not fully merged. You were two souls, bound by a love that transcended time, but ultimately confined by the limitations of your existence.

With a heavy heart, you made a difficult decision. "I need time, Zhongli," you said softly, pulling away from his embrace. "Time to figure out what I want, and time to heal."

He nodded, understanding the weight of your words. "I will give you all the time you need."

And you were given time, but it was in vain. The wounds were already deep, and it seems with time the world allowed you to let go. And so you did.

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[daydream-walker]

I just wanna slow dance with you...

Admiring MCD Zane Ro'meave from afar...

Genfer neutral, reader referred to as "you"

Tw:Angst(?), kinda ooc(?)

Your pov.

You saw him on a daily, being nothing more but a knight in O'khasis who was tasked with guarding the Ro'meave children... or what was left of them that is

It was a gala, hosted for who knows what anymore. Zane wasn't one to go to these sorts of things, so you expected him to be in his chambers but it seems he was forced to make an appearance.

You were just a guard standing by to make sure everything ran smoothly and everything went smoothly. Until you notice the change of music...

It became slower, softer... and that's when you noticed.

Zane was slow-dancing with some woman! She must of been some noble, the prince of O'khasis seemed indifferent about the turn of events. Although you could see the hint of distain in his eyes, you've been around him enough to notice that look.

You felt an strange emotion... jealous? Envy? No... longing...

You wanted to slow dance with him, which was such a foolish want. You had the occasional conversation with him, he didn't seem to despise you too much. You swore you made him smile once with some stupid joke but it was so hard to tell with that damned mask he wore...

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts and turning your focus to your surrounds, the gala was full of nobles and a few other knights on duty by the exits and entrances. You had to keep your eyes on anything but him, it was foolish to let some silly crush get in the way of your duty...

Once the song ended you finally allow yourself to glancr over where you last saw the masked prince, he had already turned away from the nobel lady. Although it wasnt surprising in the slightest, Zane wasn't one to linger in such tedious matters.

By the next slow song that was to be played finally starts, Zane had retired to his chambers for the night. Completely unaware of you.

You just wanted to slow dance with him...

Hi! Sorry, still kinda hiatus with how busy I am! I'm sorry I haven't been on here enough to get much done! I hope thise is atleast semi-decent since I wrote it in the middle of the night!

I hope you all have a lovely day/night

-Kit♡

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