#anon idk if you’re seeing this but i got your request and i appreciate it!! brb on that

[casismybestfriend]

i was tagged by @inthebentley and @saryasy thanks so much! 🥰

rules: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

C - “.coda.” dead poet society

A - “all apologies” nirvana

S - “ship to wreck” f+tm

I - “i’m with you” avril lavigne

S - “surrender the night” mcr

M - “my way, soon” greta van fleet

Y - “you really got me” the kinks

B - “brick by boring brick” paramore

E - “early sunsets over monroeville” mcr

S - “savior” rise against

T - “ta fête” stromae

F - “first light” hozier

R - “royl” chloe x halle

I - “if i can dream” måneskin

E - “each time” tamino

N - “no time” the guess who

D - “de selby (parts 1 & 2)” hozier

… whew, why couldn’t i get attached to a shorter url 😅

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[svnarin]

- so like maybe like a fic/drabble/whatever with suna when reader and him get in a fight and reader leaves to like cool down or sum- and reader gets hurt bad :3

idk man it’s cringy and wattpad coded but I like that shit 😞 feel free to decline! ((If rq is 2 weird maybe do a vulnerable moments with him))

Ty for reading ! (I dunno how to reqs I’m sorry💀)

୨୧⋆ ˚ — selfish

warnings!! angst, suna being a selfish asshole, open-ended 'cause it still ended in an unresolved argument, not proofread 😞

note! HI ANON!! this is actually my very first time taking such a request. tbh with you, i've never done that much angst and this is actually the heaviest angst i've done by far, but i hope this can satisfy your wants 😭🙏

FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

“where are you? i can’t find you in the stadium.” 

you don’t want to reply to his message. heck, you don’t even want to open the notification at all. 

it’s been three hours since the match ended and it’s been an hour since you left the stadium, and he just realized that you left just now? ridiculous. 

you stared blankly at the notification until he sent you another one just three minutes later.

“y/n where are you?” suna sent you another one. “why aren’t you reading my messages?”

you were literally about to space out from staring blankly at his messages when your phone suddenly vibrated. he’s calling you, snapping you back into reality. 

you sighed before declining his call.

“at home,” you replied to his message. “i went home early then i dozed off, sorry,” you added.

he immediately replied with, “ok ig i’ll go home now.”

you’re aware that his reply was dry, but like, that’s all? some ok ig is all he can reply? but at this point, you couldn’t even care less anymore. 

around 45 minutes later, you were lounging on the sofa when you suddenly heard the entrance to your and suna’s shared penthouse open. you already know it’s suna. he’s the only other one who knows the passcode to the penthouse after all. 

“why did you leave so early? did you even finish watching the whole match at all?” that’s the first thing he told you when he went to the lounging area. so is that really how he’ll greet you? it made you laugh dryly.

“not even a hello?”

“i asked you first.” he’s clearly pissed off. 

“why are you mad?” you stood up from the sofa, walking towards him. “i was there and i watched your whole match. i know you lost the match, but you don’t have to put your anger on me.” 

“so why did you leave after the match was over?”

“what do you mean? i literally stayed there for two more hours before i left.” it’s true. you stayed for two more hours and waited for him. and for the whole two hours, you wanted to go and still congratulate him for his performance, but you couldn’t. why? because he got swarmed by his fans, begging to take pictures with him and getting his autograph.

you tried squeezing yourself in. you loudly called for his name through the crowd, but all you saw was him taking a glance at you before returning his focus to taking pictures and signing autographs. 

“you literally looked at me when i called your name after the match, you just didn’t bother walking towards me.” 

“wait, yeah, i did see you earlier. sorry.” suna doesn’t sound sorry at all. “still, you could’ve waited for me.”

“rin, i tried waiting for you. i tried calling for your attention because i still wanted to congratulate you even if you lost, you just didn’t bother because you were too busy taking pictures and signing autographs.”

“me just only taking glances at you and not walking towards you as i was clearly,” he emphasized. “taking pictures and signing autographs is already an act of not bothering?” 

“so their attention matters more than mine?” 

“i did not say that, y/n. don’t make things complicated.” you can feel the tone of his voice getting sharper and sharper.

“then why are you making it sound like their attention matters more than mine? you don’t have to take pictures with everyone. you don’t have to sign every autograph they request. you always do this but you literally don’t have to do everything they want. they’re just your fans, they come and go.”

“wait, are you fucking jealous over the attention i gave them? when we literally live under the same roof?” suna laughed dryly, his words making your blood boil. 

“of course i’m jealous!” you snapped, shouting at him. “we live under the same roof but you’re out almost 24/7!”

“don’t you get it?! i’m a volleyball player, so what do you expect?!” suna snapped back. “are you even aware that you’re being selfish right now?”

“wait, selfish? me?” you scoffed. “can you hear yourself right now, suna?” you pointed at your ear. “so i’m the selfish one when all i did was sacrifice everything just so that i could choose you?” you pointed to his chest. “when i literally left my family, closest friends, and career on a different prefecture just so that i could live with you here in tokyo to support you on your own career? when i literally had to skip work multiple times just so that i could attend all your matches? when all i wanted in return was the unconditional love that you promised me when we were in high school?” 

the suna that you’re facing right now isn’t the suna that you knew back in high school. he changed. he changed after being a part of the volleyball national team. but despite the change, you stayed. 

choosing him over everything caused you some damage. you waited and are still waiting until those damages healed. you know it hurts, waiting for the damage to heal for so long, but you also think that if you manage to get it healed, you can consider it as good damage. so, if you will leave him midway through healing, then all the damage will be just damage. but now you know better than this. you need to stop choosing him, you need to choose you.

all the things that you’ve been wanting to tell him just spilled as if a dam burst broken. you can feel tears now streaming down your face. “so suna, let me ask you again, am i the one who’s being selfish?” 

that was the last thing you told him before picking up your purse and then walking towards the penthouse to leave. 

suna just stood on his spot, silent the whole time. realization immediately kicked in when he heard the entrance to the penthouse shut close. he couldn’t move even though he wanted to. he wanted to chase after you, kneel after you, and beg for your forgiveness but he couldn’t move. he knows he fucked up big time. he knows he’s been fucking up for years. 

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

[giamee]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐔!

୨♡୧ pairings :: yanqing x reader ; jing yuan x reader ; gepard x reader ; sampo x reader

୨♡୧ contains :: established relationship, some slight babygirlification maybe? idk im just saying words at this point, blatant favouritism

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: finally posting requests thank u for the patience sorry that this took so long for something so short 😖😖 i kept it pg because i didn't want to make any requesters uncomfortable BUT if anyone wants an nsfw version of this just say the word 🫡

୨♡୧ requests :: anon -> hihi!! may i req general relationship hcs of yan qing and/or jing yuan?? <3 also yr blog theme is so cuteSHSHDHHDHDDH take yr time in writing the req and have a lovely day ahead :> // anon -> HII!!! i saw that you're opening requests!! can i request gepard and sampo as boyfriends plss??? tysm!! 💖

𓆩♡𓆪 YANQING

-the sweetest omg :((

-definitely the most attentive bf ever

-you need something? he’s already out the door on his way to the store to get it

-you can’t reach something? yanqing is rushing to your side, plucking the item off the top shelf and handing it to you, with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek for extra measure

-you notice your shoelace is untied but your hands are full? yanqing is kneeling down in front of you and making the perfect knot that wont undo, and then he’s taking what you’re holding off of you so that you can walk with your hands free

-i feel like he would really enjoy the outdoors

-like a date with him would include walking around the xianzhou luofu and admiring the scenery before stopping to eat something in a park

-idk if the xianzhou luofu has parks but idc roll with it

-and he is such a ray of sunshine too!!

-always smiling and sunny

-even the weather seems to brighten when he’s around

-when you’re having a bad day and have to cancel on a date with him, he’s so understanding, asking if you want him to come over to yours instead with food and some movies to watch

-and when you hear him knocking on your door and his sweet smile on the other side with not a hint of annoyance at your last minute cancellation, your worries melt at his gesture and when his scent engulfs you as he wraps you in a warm hug

-hmmm he would definitely gossip with you

-IMAGINE HIM LAYING WITH HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND UR COMBING THROUGH IT WITH YOUR FINGERS WHILE HE TELLS U ABOUT ANY DRAMA THAT HE'S HEARD EEE

-carries two hairbands on his wrist - one for himself and one for you if you ever need it

-10/10 boyfriend i love him :(

𓆩♡𓆪 JING YUAN

-my husband

-he would be such a chill bf

-obviously since he’s a general he’s quite busy so you may not be able to see each other as much as you would like to :(

-but jing yuan will always make time for you <3

-whether that means he has to, god forbid, skip out on an afternoon nap to finish paperwork, he WILL get home in time to greet you with a kiss that has you melting into him

-while he may appear reserved at times, he’s a very passionate lover (wink)

-he just likes to keep things private

-he believes that’s what makes your relationship more special

-i feel like he’s kind of got a thing for domesticity

-jing yuan holds an appreciation for the slower, quieter moments in life

-moments where time doesn’t matter, because you’re asleep in his arms and the slight gust of your breath against his bare skin is soothing him into a state of overwhelming calm that reminds him that he has absolutely nowhere to be for the foreseeable future

-(he just really likes sleeping with you)

-you definitely have to convince him to get out of bed some days

-the general of the xianzhou luofu is in your bed and whining when you try to wiggle out of his grasp, hugging you tighter despite your protests

-and he'll never admit it but the mf will POUT when you both inevitably have to get up

-and he'll be so dramatic about it too

-"i thought you loved me, why are you leaving..."

-and you shoot him a glare while you get dressed

-and then you see the way his toned back is rising and falling gently as your boyfriend just lays there and breathes, eyes fixed on you as if he were committing you to memory, and the look in his eyes draws you back to your shared bed

-because five more minutes really couldn't hurt, not when they're spent with him <33

𓆩♡𓆪 GEPARD

-this man

-dhfjjrjghehfjejcjsjcjhdfh

-as much as i want him to be the most amazing perfect boyfriend ever

-i feel like that would take some time to develop in the relationship

-he is a younger sibling after all

-and while he's sweet and receptive and always remembers the smallest details of what you mentioned to him in passing

-he can also be stubborn and a bit clueless at times

-cut the man some slack it's his first relationship and he's trying his best

-between being captain of the silvermane guards and just... life in general, the man has never really had the opportunity to let loose or explore his feelings

-you two probably meet through serval. you work in her shop and one day gepard comes in because he needs something repaired and he sees you at the counter and that's it game over he's imagining your entire life together

-and like any older sibling would serval would very quickly figure out the blatant crush that gepard has on you and then teases the living hell out of him for it

-she keeps orchestrating little scenarios that end up with you and gepard in close proximity with each other

-and even though he's mad at his sister, he has to admit that it's nice to spend time with you

-but i think the final push is one night where serval manages to convince you and gepard to tag along with her to a new bar that has opened

-personally i hc that gepard is an absolute lightweight and the man cannot hold his tongue when he isn't sober

-and once the alcohol flush reaches his face it's game over

-serval ever so conveniently slips off to buy herself another drink

-which was five minutes ago, and she's nowhere in sight

-and gepard just starts talking to fill the gap

-and then he can't stop talking and oh he's confessed and then you're smiling and telling him you've been waiting for him to make a move

-and in the span of 5 minutes gepard's gone and got himself a significant other

-and YES now for the actual relationship hcs lmao 💀

-so YEAH

-gepard is head over heels whipped crazy for you

-but he's also emotionally constipated

-probably goes rigid if you hold his hand in public

-takes a while for him to get used to physical affection

-but once he does the man is all over u

-i think he likes to play with your fingers i think

-and then kiss them each individually

-and then lace his fingers with yours and hold it close to his chest

-and then stay like that as he drifts off to sleep next to you

-sob

-he's probably kinda goofy once he comes out of his shell

-like he probably talks to inanimate objects LMAO

-and he hums and sings under his breath ofc

-so it's really cute in the early mornings when he wakes up a bit before you have to, and he's moving around getting ready while still half asleep and your eyes are still closed but you can hear him humming a song he recently heard as he brushes his teeth

-AUGH

-i need him

-and then he will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS drop back down next to you in bed before he has to go and do his guard duties

-and press the sweetest gentlest kiss to your forehead

-then your cheeks and nose and chin

-before finally your lips

-and he tells you to have a good day and that he loves you and he'll see you soon

-screaming rn i take it back he's perfect

𓆩♡𓆪 SAMPO

-DEF THE MOST FUN GUY TO DATE EVER

-super spontaneous for sure

-quick day trip to belobog with your boyfriend who's a wanted criminal ❤️

-idc if he's canonically a scammer this man will never lie to u (bc he's whipped as hell and he loves u ok)

-he uses the money from scamming ppl to buy gifts for you LMAO

-and even though the man has a silver tongue and he gets all melodramatic as part of his travelling salesman act

-when you're alone and in private his walls will come down and he'll just look at you with lovestruck eyes and tell you how beautiful or handsome you are with no games

-or just say nothing at all and bask in your presence

-i think he def needs someone who matches his energy

-like he's trying to sell someone a product and he shoots you a look and you come over and play the part of anither interested buyer to get them to buy it

-absolutely lethal duo

-and i feel like because he's so fun he would be really good with kids

-so if you ever need help babysitting a younger sibling or cousin

-he would be the #1 call for backup fr

-by the end of the night ur cousin likes HIM more than you (the audacity) and is calling him uncle sampo :((

-he would so tease you

-it's his love language <3

-but if you want to get back at him

-yk those slutty little cutouts he has in his shirt at the hip?

-yeah just tickle him there and he will fold immediately

-he probably has like this rlly ridiculous laugh that only cones out then or something

-and you're probably the only person who's ever heard it

-hmmm what else

-sampo probably has a bit of a possessive streak too

-tries to maintain his cool facade but someone else tries to flirt with you?

-his eye is twitching and he's by your side immediately, hand around your waist and a cold glare directed at whoever was dumb enough to try

-mans probably spoils you rotten LMAO

-would definitely pick a pretty flower every time he sees one to bring back and give to you

-you have a collection of pressed flowers from him at this point

-10/10 amazing boyfie <3

୨♡୧ honkai star rail masterlist

[flemingsfreckles]

Pretend We’re Good

Niamh Charles x Reader

Synopsis: based off this request!

Warnings: toxic behavior from both Niamh and Reader, suggestive at the end, fighting, angsty

WC: 3.3k

A/N: this is the first time I’ve written for someone other than Jessie, but I follow Niamh as a player so idk thought I’d give it a go.

Also shout out to whoever this anon was, this song is a banger and has found its way onto my driving to work playlist which I am extremely picky about, so thanks for the indirect song suggestion! 🫶

Seeing the match announcement was one thing, actually showing up and playing it was another.

Playing England was good preparation for the Olympics, they were a quality team, you knew that, but that meant you’d have to see Niamh. That meant you’d have to mark Niamh on the pitch. It meant you’d have to give her a silly handshake before the game and wish her good luck.

You and Niamh had a complicated history. You played at Liverpool together for a season before she left for Chelsea. You had always had a flirty friendship as teenagers but it never amounted to anything.

Then when she left for Chelsea, it broke your heart. Which made you realize how strong your feelings were for the girl, bawling when she said goodbye and then again at home in bed. For hours at a time you would remain motionless on your mattress, wishing she’d come back. You had been a mess for a couple weeks not knowing how to handle losing your best friend and the girl you had seemingly fallen in love with. The two of you kept in touch but it wasn’t comparable to seeing her everyday, to being her travel roommate, to being her bus buddy.

Then you got a call a season later. A call offering you a spot at Chelsea, you barely thought about it, the club's reputation, plus being back with Niamh, you easily said yes, signing your name on the line to become a blue.

Niamh was your first call, she was ecstatic about you joining the club. It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into your friendship and with the friendship came the oblivious flirting.

“You two are insufferable. Will you just admit you want to makeout.” Erin had teased the two of you. Her teasing, while not appreciating in the moment, had forced you and Niamh to actually sit down and talk about your feelings. You both admitted to wanting more than just a friendship and you went on your first official date after.

The next two years with Niamh were pure bliss. You played well together, you’d spend your holidays together, you met her family and she met yours.

Everything was good, until you became unhappy at Chelsea. You were progressively losing playing time to new signings, only seeing the pitch as a sub, it was impacting you heavily mentally and hurting your playing time internationally as well.

So when you got the offer to move to the NWSL, you took it. You took it and you didn’t tell Niamh until the day you confirmed the transfer.

You had broken the news at dinner in your apartment and an argument had quickly unfollowed.

“I can’t believe you’d just leave like that!” Niamh stood from the table grabbing her plate, not offering to clear yours like she typically would.

“I’m not happy here Niamh!” Niamh would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t know you were unhappy. She’d heard you rant and complain about your playing time, your struggles in training, and she had been supportive thought it all. She just never imagined you’d go as far as to leave her, to leave her and leave the country, the continent behind.

“What? I don’t make you happy?” She screamed across the room at you.

“You do! You’re the best thing I have here!” It was all you could yell back.

The defender grew quiet, looking at you with hurt eyes. “But I’m not enough, am I?” She asked quietly.

“Niamh.” You wanted to scream at her that this had nothing to do with her, she was the only reason you had stayed at this team so long. You had been given other offers but you thought maybe, somehow you’d end up with more playing time again and you’d go back to being happy where you were but that day never came.

“No, you should go, enjoy New York. Go where someone or something is enough for you.” She slammed the door behind her leaving you alone in your apartment.

The next day, your final day at Chelsea, you showed up, puffy eyed from crying instead of sleeping all night. It was quickly picked up on by the other girls, especially when Niamh didn’t come in with you, and she didn’t show up to training.

You gathered everyone in the conference room before film review. You stood up, explaining that while you loved the friendships and connections you’ve made here, to better yourself as a player it was time to move on. As you spoke you noticed Niamh slip in through the door, she looked just as rough if not worse than you did. Red cheeks, bloodshot eyes, her hair was a mess, she wasn’t dressed for training. You finished your speech before quickly saying goodbye to everyone all the girls lining up to hug you and wish you well, all the girls except Niamh who remained seated in the back of the room.

You left the facility shortly after, taking all your belongings with you before hurrying home. You were set to leave early the next morning, your belongings to be packed up by hired movers, anything you shared to be left with Niamh. You packed up just the essentials, enough to get you through the first week of your move before you could get settled.

You sent Niamh a text, asking if she wanted to come over for a bit, thinking you could talk it out, but you got no response. The next morning you hopped on a plane, having no idea if you were even still in a relationship with the girl.

It took a few weeks until you heard from her. A drunken phone call after they had won the league. A phone call that part of you wishes never came. You could tell from her first words that she must’ve been hammered, standing outside a loud nightclub or bar. Her voice brought back all of the feelings you had managed to push down for the past few weeks. Her proclamation of love over the phone, begging and pleading with you to forgive her for her stupid behavior. She begged to have you back in her bed, saying she missed the intimacy with you, the connection. She begged for a chance at long distance, to still be the one you wanted.

You never called her back. You weren’t even sure if she remembered calling.

And now here you were, standing less than an arms length away from her as you both stood waiting to enter the pitch. When you had stopped next to her, she had looked at you, when you made eye contact she gave you a small “hello” with a look of guilt across her face.

The game was easier, it was easy to forget she was there. She just looked like any other England player. You were able to push her from your mind, putting you more at ease than you had expected to be being this close to the woman after all that had happened.

It was after the game where you found yourself in uncomfortable waters with her. You had shaken her hand last, avoiding all eye contact. When Niamh tried to speak to you, you quickly dropped her hand and then made a b-line for the locker room.

“Please wait.” Her voice pleading with you as you heard her follow you down the tunnel.

“Niamh, no.” You don’t even turn back to look at her. You couldn’t, if you looked at her your body might convince you to hear her out.

“I don’t need you back, I just want closure, you deserve closure, I didn’t give you that.”

“Do you want closure or do you just want to feel less guilty for what you did to me?” You spit back at her, turning around you watch as her already guilty looking face twists into one of anger.

“You left the country with one days notice! Don’t blame this all on me!” She shouts back at you.

You sigh, you couldn’t believe this was happening. You and Niamh, standing less than three feet from each other, face to face for the first time since she left your apartment. You couldn’t determine your feeling, half of you wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and make up for all the time you two had missed out on. The other half of you was ready to shove her out of the way, leave here and hope you’d never have to play the Lionesses again. “And you walked out! You didn’t even try Niamh!”

“I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know where to start! It was such late notice. I didn’t know what to do, I loved you, I still love you.” She’s making eye contact so intense you can’t look away. This is exactly what you feared. Unable to hold back from the girl you start rambling.

“I still love you too Niamh, you think I don’t? You’re the only reason I stayed Niamh, because I loved you so fucking much, I couldn’t leave you, until playing for Chelsea became so unbearable, I had to leave to save myself, I was ready to quit.” You feel the tears on your face, suddenly very aware that you were crying.

You had only expressed how miserable you were to Niamh on the day you told her your contract was signed. She didn’t know you were on the verge of quitting, giving up on your love for the game.

You notice some of your teammates starting to filter into the tunnel. You and Niamh both stop talking as they pass by. Catarina slows down as she walks by, you try and duck your face to hide the tears. She looks between you and Niamh, giving you both a sympathetic smile before she moves on.

“Quit?” Niamh's face matches the look of your empathetic teammates in the tunnel.

You nod, avoiding making eye contact with Niamh, not wanting her to see right through you. She could always read you, she knew, you expressed your emotions too well through your eyes.

“I didn’t know it was that bad. Why didn’t you tell me?” Niamh grabs your hand, you start to pull it away but the feeling of her hand in yours again makes your stomach flutter so you leave it. “I don’t know what I can do. But,” you feel her squeeze your hand. “I want you back, or I want you again, I’m not sure I lost you, ever I don’t know what we were doing for those few months. Please?”

“We weren’t together during those months.” Sure you never confirmed a break up but you had decided not hearing from her meant you were no longer a couple. But you also hadn’t started seeing other people, the feelings of Niamh still too fresh.

“No, I know, it’s just we never broke up.”

“Niamh, I don’t know.”

“Please don’t make me beg. Even if it’s just a night? Just dinner or drinks, I’ll pay, or we can go to my place and I’ll let you yell at me, or tell me everything I did wrong, or we can just sit, whatever, just one night, me and you can we pretend we’re good? Pretend we’re something again? Go back to how it was?”

“Niamh.” You breathed out. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew both of your behaviors were toxic, you leaving with little notice and her storming out and drunkenly calling you begging for you back. You two shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t, but you wanted to. You loved her still.

You wanted to have a night with her, a date, an afternoon, something! In reality you wanted her for the rest of your life. You missed her hugs, you missed the way she kissed you, you missed the way you’d sing in the car together despite both having less than excellent voices. You missed falling asleep next to her. You missed her body on yours. You missed getting up early to make her coffee or tea and bringing it to her in bed, the way she’d sit up to sip it with crazy bed head. You missed everything about her.

You missed her and this was your chance to have her again. Even if it was just to pretend, for a night.

Niamh must’ve been able to tell you were pondering. She didn’t plea with you anymore, she didn’t beg again. She just waited patiently, studying your face, the face she’s been longing for.

“Okay. One night, like we used to be.” You finally give in.

“Really?” Niamh’s face lights up at your answer. A smile across her lips. “Okay, I’ll pick you up from your hotel? Can we have dinner? Or just drinks? Or I don’t know.”

“That sounds good.” Drinks and dinner would be harmless, a good way for the two of you to talk, in public, keep it civil.

When Niamh picked you up she was dressed up. You thankfully had dressed up as well. Subconsciously when you packed, you threw in a nice matching lace set, which you had put on underneath a simple shirt and nice pants. She had gotten out of the car to open the passenger side door, something she did when you were together.

“Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to this.” She said one back in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah.” You clasped your hands in your lap, when you were together you’d have your hand on her thigh or her hand in yours, today you kept them to yourself.

“I was thinking dinner?”

“Yeah that sounds good, I haven't eaten yet.”

Niamh nods before starting to drive to dinner. She pulls into an Italian restaurant, one the two of you had frequented while together.

When you sat down Niamh ordered a glass of wine, before looking at you. “Would you like one?”

“Yeah that'd be great.” you order the same wine as Niamh. When the glasses come Niamh holds hers up, tapping it to yours before you both take a sip and fall into silence.

You break the silence first.

You apologize for leaving on such short notice. You apologize for not telling her that you were considering leaving. You apologize for not expressing how you were feeling, truly upset at Chelsea. You apologize for never calling her, for never reaching out. You apologize for everything.

Niamh just sits, listening to you, really listening. She doesn’t interrupt, she just sits, making eye contact when you look at her. You find yourself looking away most of the time, feeling embarrassed as you list all the poor behavior, all the places you went wrong.

When you’re done, you sit back looking across the table at Niamh. Thankfully your food had arrived just as you finished apologizing and you were able to occupy the silence by eating. As you start to eat, Niamh begins to speak. She hasn’t started to eat and she’s hardly looked at the pasta in front of her.

“Niamh.” You interrupt, it was rude but you wanted to ensure she knew she could eat. “Please eat, we can talk after, don’t let it get cold.”

She nods, picking up her fork and swirling it into her meal. You eat for the most part in silence. Niamh asks a few questions about your new place in New York, your new team. When you tell her it’s going well, you’re playing more, you are often in the starting IX she replies with “I know.” When you told her you scored in your first game with them, she replies the same “I know.”

You look at her. “You keep up with me?”

“Of course I do.” She says. “I watch your games, I keep up with you, you have me rooting for you all the way across the pond. I, uh, I have your jersey.”

“Really?” You definitely didn’t expect her to own a jersey of yours. You had a couple of her Chelsea jerseys and you knew she had a couple of your old Chelsea ones as well, you just didn’t expect her to buy a new one, for your new team after what happened.

“Yeah.” She sighs.

She then begins an apology list of her own. She apologizes first for the drunken call. She had remembered doing it. She apologized for storming out on you, she apologized for ignoring you when you said your goodbyes to the team. She apologized for not reaching out, something you were both guilty of.

“I do still love you.” She ends her apology with those words.

“I still love you Niamh.” You can’t help it, you loved this woman, everything about her.

You don’t get to follow up on what that meant for either of you as the waiter comes with the bill, Niamh grabbing it before you can, when you let out a pouting huff, she just gives you a glance.

“Please it’s the least I can do, plus I asked you to this.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “But I get the next one.”

“The next one?” Niamh’s face breaks into a small smile, just creeping on her lips. “As in, another time?”

“If that’s something you want to do?”

“Yeah.” She says. “Does that mean, we’re…” she points a finger between the two of you.

You knew it was maybe too soon to let her back in, too soon for both of you but you really didn’t care. Sitting here being able to see her, hear her, admire her, made you miss every inch of her. You wanted her back, you needed her back. Long distance would be something to figure out, but not right now, right now you had her in front of you, within reach.

You’re not sure what to call yourselves yet, so you nod. “If that’s something you want too.”

“Yeah.” The waiter comes back to the table to give Niamh her card back. You both thank him before leaving the restaurant and heading to her car. Niamh goes to open your car door, just just barely cracks it when you push it closed.

“Hey!” She turns back to scold you, coming face to face with each other.

“Hi.” You breath out practically whispering, this was the closest you two had been in a non-match situation in months. Your faces inches from each other. You look at her eyes, temporarily getting lost in their beautiful blue color. Your trance is broke by her blinking a few times. Your eyes fall to her lips and then back to her eyes. Niamh gets the hint and brings her hands up around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer.

“Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You find yourself leaning in, pressing your lips to hers, they feel better than you remember, you can feel your love for her flooding through your body, your hairs standing on edge, its electric and soft and it feels safe. You were kissing Niamh. Your Niamh. The love of your life, the girl you had waited for, the girl who was with you through your teenage years and into young adulthood. This was your girl, she was yours, you promised to never let her go again.

You kiss for a second, your front gently pressed to hers as her back is leaned up against the car. It’s a passionate kiss, both of you pouring months of built up feelings into it. When you break away you can’t hide the smile across your face and by the looks of it neither can Niamh.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you.” She then turns opening the door again, you let her this time and you get into the car. When she climbs in the drivers seat she asks where to.

“Yours?” You suggest. “I can think of a few more ways we can make up for lost time.” You give her a wink and Niamh gets the hint, quickly starting the car in the direction of her apartment. It only takes a few turns before her hand finds its way to your upper thigh, giving it a hard squeeze.

Sure it wasn’t the healthiest way of working out your problems together, but it worked, you both got your frustrations out, you were able to express your emotions, show how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, and by the time morning came the two of you had decided you were back together.

Girlfriends, just long distance ones.

[lizdive]

Heyy!! May i request father figure gallagher with a teenager reader who gets bullied and is stuck in a toxic friendship. For example how would he help reader out of the toxic friendship? And what would he do against the bullying?

(sorry my english sucks)

Gn or F reader n' platonic ofc

Don’t worry anon you’re english is amazing <33 To anyone who’s in a toxic friendship, please know it’s important to always think about yourself first. Cut off anyone who brings negativity in your life because you’ll find those who will bring positivity in your life one day and it’ll be worth it !! Thank you for requesting and if you’re unsatisfied tell me and I’ll redo it <33

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" used to refer to reader ,, reader is a teenager ,, bullying and toxic behavior from others ,, platonic relationships ,, it’s implied Gallagher only exists in the dreamscape snd reader is in both reality and dreamscape ,, idk if penacony has school ?? ,, hopefully i did this right ,, not proofread ignore typos

⭑ Taking you in as his own was probably GALLAGHER’s best choice in life. You were a good kid — at least around him — and you didn’t cause much trouble around the bar as you helped him out.

⭑ GALLAGHER wasn’t too involved in your social and school life if you have one. Do as you please as long as you get decent grades (he cared more for your health than some numbers) and be friends with whoever you want to he as long as they do you no harm. If you’re happy and content, he’s happy and content.

⭑ So when you begin to return to the bar looking a bit upset, he got worried. "Hey kid, you okay?" He’ll ask, but when you dodge the question and change the subject or tell him you’re fine he’ll get even more worried. He won’f push but he’ll be more attentive to your behavior.

⭑ GALLAGHER will notice how your confidence dims with every time you enter the bar. He’ll notice how you’re more attentive to your phone as if waiting for a specific notification and how you get even more upset when it never comes.

⭑ How you tell him you’ll be hanging out with your 'friends' only for you to show up at the bar to help out, telling him that they canceled or forgot to tell you the time or some other dumb excuse that has him irritated and annoyed with your so called 'friends'.

⭑ As states above, he isn’t too involved with your social life. However he can see how your 'friends' are just using you and discarding you and how they doesn’t even try to hide their blatant lack of care. They don’t appreciate what you do for them and do not reciprocate it.

⭑ It’s when you bring your 'friends' to hang out at the bar that he watched firsthand as they disrespect you — be it by violating your physical boundaries, making mean jokes at your expense, making you get their drinks, etc.

⭑ Whenever you try to call them out they guilt trip you and gaslight you, painting you as the one in the wrong even though you’re as innocent as an angel.

⭑ GALLAGHER will step in the second he sees their unacceptable behavior. He might be a bit petty and purposefully make their drinks wrong or bad. He’ll keep a close eye on them which will make them quiet down since he’s giving them a mean glare whenever they say something mean. However if it gets too bad that they’re hitting you as a so called 'joke' then he’ll confront them face to face.

⭑ He’ll try not to cause a scene, especially if you’re present (he’d confront them if you were somewhere else like in the restroom or smth), but if they’re being difficult he won’t hesitate to just kick them out. He has experience as a security officer.

⭑ If you get upset, he’ll try to comfort you and make you understand why he kicked them out / made them leave.

⭑ If they try to curse you out via calls or messages they won’t be able to do so. GALLAGHER will encourage you to block them and deleting their numbers from your phone. He might even do it himself.

⭑ "Their number was deleted off your phone? Huh, that’s weird," He says, knowing damn well he was the one who deleted their numbers from your phone while you were in the back room getting some ingredients.

⭑ If you’re scared because they might do something bad to you, he’ll make sure you’ll stay safe so don’t worry. He has his ways. Also if you don’t know how to fight he’ll teach you so you can defend yourself should they try to gang up on you.

⭑ They were your only friends? Hey, don’t be upset. Penacony is a big place with a huge hotel filled with so many different people that would be blessed to be your friend. You’ll find the right people, and he’ll help you if you’re not a social person!

⭑ GALLAGHER will also scare off any bullies that you tell him about.

⭑ If their words get to you and you feel insecure, GALLAGHER will be there to comfort you and reassure you that you’re handsome/beautiful/pretty/etc. just the way you are. You don’t need to change anything. Those people are just jealous of how talented you are.

⭑ The people at the bar will probably also protect and comfort you. A friend (or in this case kid) of GALLAGHER is a friend of theirs. They’ll compliment you on your looks, your personality, your skills — trust that you’re confidence will be built back up pretty quickly.

[jesswritesthat]

Hello!! I just devoured your Haikyuu masterlist and oh my God I love your writing so so so much. Idk how to explain it but it captures the perfect vibes of serious and goofy just like in the show adjkhgghjh i love ittttt. With that being said, could I pls request dating hcs (pre- and post- timeskip) for Oikawa and Iwazumi in a poly relationship with a female s/o? I loved the kagehina one it was so good I wish there was more. Have a good day and stay hydrated!!!

Thank you so much aakaksmndixk! ♥️ This means a lot to me, so I appreciate you taking the time to write this, and of course keep yourself hydrated too anon.

Hope you enjoy~

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Being in a Poly-relationship with Oikawa Tōru and Iwaizumi Hajime would include:

• You are their wonderful mediator, although usually you are inclined to side with logical Iwa unless Oikawa manages to secretly bribe you (which he tries quite often).

• Oikawa is more affectionate than Iwaizumi, toward both of you. You’ll get tackled with hugs, surprise kisses, and excited stories the second he gets home to wrap his arms around whoever he sees first.

• Iwaizumi leans more to an acts of service kind of love, he’s always doing little things for you guys that help you out in everyday life. Need something picking up? Got it. Forgot to make lunch? It’s already in the fridge. Want to rant? He’s there with an option of listen or solution.

• Oikawa is quite flirty and you offer your own remarks, as does Iwa (who is probably the most flustered by such things).

“How’s the prettiest human in the world?” Hajime is furiously blushing at your remark and barely manages a response.

“I— you—“

“I’m fine (Y/n)-chan, thanks for asking~” Tōru gladly chimes in, Iwa sighs, but smiles all the same.

“Well our dumbass is clearly fine.”

“Yeah, and I guess he is kinda pretty.” You concluded.

“I’m beautiful! How dare you?!”

• Jealous? No of course not! Well… It certainly affects them both but Oikawa is far more open with expressing it by throwing an arm over your shoulder if someone flirts with you or making an obvious comment that you’re his s/o. Iwaizumi on the other hand will nod to check if you’re okay in the situation, if you signal no then he’ll intervene.

• However if an individual is unlucky enough to suffer their combined force, then it’s two tall intimidating athletes either side of you wearing glares harsher than the sun. Yeah, you’re in safe hands.

• Of course you’re not afraid to help them out of situations either. When it’s Oikawa and his fangirls, you or Iwa will drag him away, or act all lovey which brings Torū to you both within seconds whining about missing out.

• If you ever have a problem, you’ve got a variety of contrasting solutions from the pair.

“They what?! Let’s kick their asses (Y/n)-chan!”

“Or talk to them about how you feel and come to a comprise that suits you all. It’s worth a try before the violence Crappykawa.”

If both are a lost cause then you bet the rest of Seijoh get involved courtesy of your boyfriends.

• Nights in with homemade dinner and volleyball matches playing on the TV are frequent, and the two of them are comparing tactics and commenting on various plays.

• They’re grateful for any input, even if it’s laughing at a slip. Also, don’t worry, if Volleyball isn’t your thing then they’ll alternate a match with a movie so you each have something that interests you and you can share the time together regardless.

• If you are interesting or play, Oikawa will be oh so excited to show off show you, and Iwa will come along too. Tōru uses it as an excuse to touch you and correct your form whilst Hajime gets a bit snappy with his behaviour stating that you’re doing perfectly fine.

• Iwaizumi is a great trainer though, yourself and Tōru have learned a lot from him and joked about how he should be a professional in the future. 🤭

• It gets harder when you all separate across the world. However, you have a group chat for the majority of contact and video calling. Oikawa uses it as an emoji dump and is definitely the most expressive texter out of the three of you.

• Naturally you travel the world a lot to visit one another, often times making into a slight competition. You take a selfie kissing Iwaizumis lips with the two of holding peace signs and send it to Oikawa.

[ (Y/n): Guess who made it to California first loser! ♥️ ]

[ Tōru: Bitch. It’s still 4–3-3 to me btw 😝 ]

[ (Y/n): I’m catching up, I’ll be enjoying my reward until you get here! We love you! ]

• Other times instead of visiting your resident countries, you’ll choose a location and all meet there for a holiday when you can. You often converge at the airport or hotel, sometimes crafting stupid signs for the other to find you quicker.

• It also comes in handy when travelling as you have a combination of Japanese, Spanish, English, and your languages under you belts. Hearing the other converse in their alternative languages is admittedly really cool and you all have random bilingual conversations sometimes to keep it refreshed.

• The Olympics is where their ongoing rivalry gets entertaining, you’re cornered by the pair in one of the many hallways.

“So my beautiful little lover, who are you cheering for? It’s me isn’t it~”

“Shut up dumbass, (Y/n) can pick whoever they want, and Japan is the right choice.”

• However your response shocks them, and gives them a little nostalgia.

“I didn’t come here to see who wins, I came to watch both teams lose~”

“Wha— oh my god!” Tōru remembers it from high school, and so does Hajime.

“Jeez, you’ve been hanging around Shittykawa too long. You’ll have to spend more time on my side of the bed at this rate.”

“Iwa-chan no! This is so unfair!”

“Don’t worry, when you both draw I’ll make you food, cuddle, and cheer you up any way I can.” You happily elaborate, the two of them enamoured by you as always.

“I mean… I’ll still crush you but at least losing has a perk now huh.” Iwa shrugs, Oikawa unwittingly agreeing.

“True, but like you say, I’m going to eliminate you so we’ll see.”

• Even so, as they competed you were grateful for the VIP tickets and accommodation during the Olympics. As an added bonus you got to travel the city with your two favourite people in the world.

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[ Masterlist ]

[seabirdtxt]

Hello! Just recently found your blog, and I am in love with your fanfic, Glitch In Irminsul!

I honestly have no idea if I'm the first one to request on your blog, but I do hope this idea is okay with you!

May I request this: Reader who is a comedian with Cyno, Tighnari and Collei, reacting to Reader making Cyno's bad jokes (quote on quote) "better"? You don't have to find a joke for Reader if you don't wanna :)

I'm a little obsessed with their dynamic as of right now. If you do happen to take this request, thanks :D

Also idk if you wanna take Anons, but if you do someday, is it alright if I claim "🎪 Anon" as my alias? Sorry if I'm asking too much! I hope you have a great day :)

hi!! thanks so much for your request, and your patience!! 🩵 i had a good bit of fun writing this for you, i love bad jokes 🤭

WC. 1092

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As the General Mahamatra, and having been personally assigned to your guard by Lesser Lord Kusanali herself, it is Cyno’s sworn duty to attend to every need and whim of the almighty Creator.

And when the Creator demands that you tell them your absolute worst joke, the one that nobody has ever even laughed at yet, well, who is he to deny them?

“- didn’t realize that, at that very moment, a Hydro slime was praying to meet a lone, stranded traveler.” Cyno finishes the joke with a straight face, at the exact same moment that the door to the hut swings open, revealing Tighnari and Collei with several bags of groceries in their arms.

“Oh, Cyno, not the slime joke again.” Tighnari groans over the sound of your absolutely raucous laughter at the horrible joke.

“But the Creator likes it.” Cyno protests, gesturing to you hanging part way off the table and clutching your stomach. You honestly don’t find the joke itself all that funny, but the sheer confidence with which he tells it paired with the completely deadpan expression he has is sending you into hysterics.

“They’re going to eat each other!” You gasp, trying to sit back properly on the chair. A few lingering giggles hit you when you see Tighnari’s deeply disappointed expression. “Hahaha… but slimes don’t have a mouth, do they? How would it eat the person?”

“Exactly!” Tighnari says, pointing at Cyno with the hand not holding the groceries. “It doesn’t make any sense! Slimes wouldn’t-”

“And what did the stranded traveler say in that situation?” You add, confusing both Tighnari and Cyno into silence. Cyno blinks a few times, visibly wondering if there was a part of the joke that he forgot to tell, and he’s about to ask for clarification when Collei beats him to the punch.

“Your Grace, the traveler didn’t say anythi-” Collie begins, but you’re already on a roll.

“He said, ‘it must be slime for dinner!’”

You can’t help but erupt into laughter again at seeing everyone’s reactions: Collei’s slow realization, Cyno perking up excitedly, and Tighnari imploding with exasperation.

“You see, because ‘slime’ sounds like ‘time’-”

“Yes, Cyno. Thanks. I got the gist.”

You’re still gasping for air, leaning back in the chair and bracing yourself on the wall behind you. Tighnari’s frown falters a little, your joy infectious even if the joke is terrible.

“Slime for dinner, and sand for dessert!” You add, and Cyno chuckles even as he brings out his wretched book of jokes and begins writing an annotation in the margins, which Tighnari is sure the librarian will greatly appreciate later. “Get it? ‘Cause dessert, and desert?”

Tighnari is about to snarkily reply, when a surprising sound catches his attention. He turns with a horrified expression to Collei, who has her hand over her mouth and eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh no, Collei…” Tighnari says warningly, shaking his head, which causes the girl to snort again and she quickly puts down her groceries before she can drop them.

“I- I’m sorry, Master,” she fights through her giggles, which only spurs you and Cyno on. “It’s just… it’s so bad…”

“Come on, ‘Nari, it’s just a joke,” Cyno attempts to bring the Valuka Shuna in on the fun. “Think of it as a way to break the ice.”

“Yeah, Tighnari,” you add. “Snow fun otherwise.”

Collei lets out a full belly laugh, to Tighnari’s dismay and Cyno’s apparent confusion.

“You’ve never laughed at my jokes like that,” the general points out, and Collei can only laugh harder.

“We’re morally obligated to laugh at the Creator’s jokes, ‘lest Their Grace smite us with impunity.” Tighnari states tonelessly, completely opposing his own statement.

That’s about as much as you can take. You slide bonelessly off the chair, howling with laughter on the floor like some kind of hyena.

“Look what you did! You corrupted the Creator!”

“The Creator told that joke all on their own!”

While Cyno and Tighnari are bickering, Collei helps you off of the floor, steadying you in your chair as you both come down from your laughing. She checks you over to make sure you didn’t injure yourself on your way down, then grabs her bag and rummages through it before producing a shiny red apple.

“We brought snacks!” she announces, handing you the fruit proudly. “And we have the stuff for dinner tonight! We picked these fresh, though. They’re very sweet this season!”

You take the apple with a grin and rub it on your shirt to clean it before taking a bite.

“Wow, these really are sweet! Thanks, Collei!” You marvel at how good the apple tastes, somehow different from Earth’s apples, with a refreshing, sugary taste.

“You’re very welcome!” Collei beams at the praise. “I’m gonna go get Master Tighnari to stop griping and help me with dinner, now, though.”

You perk up at the mention of cooking. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Oh, gosh, no! You’re our guest, please let us take care of it!” Collei insists, then scurries over to the other two.

You decide to follow her just as she’s asking Tighnari for help with cooking. The botanist huffs with mild annoyance, his tail sweeping from side to side.

“I’m not sure Cyno needs dinner, Collei,” he states. “Since he wants to act childish, perhaps it would be best to put him in time-out for the evening.”

“That’s not very knife of you, Tighnari,” you say before you can stop yourself. “Why don’t you fork-give him for now so we can have dinner together?”

Tighnari squints at you, somehow sensing you’ve made a pun (or two) despite your straight delivery.

“... Are you going to stop with the jokes too, Your Grace?” he asks, his ear flicking.

“What jokes? Collei wanted to ask for your help with the cooking. How can you say no to dish face?” You sidle up behind Collei and use your pointer fingers to make her smile, which she tolerates with surprising grace. “Isn’t she adora-bowl?”

“...” Tighnari maintains his stance for a few more seconds, and then sighs in defeat. “I don’t have a counter to that. Very well, I suppose I can let it slide for tonight, since it’s for you, Your Grace…”

“Hehehe, counter,” you mumble, which causes Collei to erupt into giggles once more, and Cyno to look extremely pleased with your ability.

And Tighnari to make a noise of exasperation, throwing his hands up and stomping toward the kitchen on his own.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough! I’m leaving!”

[thatlotuscookie]

hii could u write dabi x fem reader who's in the lov (and they're not dating yet) and she was always the weirdest because she's like obsessed with dying. like she's so so destroyed by her past in her family (idk like mental abuse or something, it's up to u) that she hates herself and she wants to commit suicide or someone to kill her. she's like psycho, like for example she'll ask dabi to burn her because she wants her death to be hurtful and she's laughing and crying while saying this and that's the moment he realizes how bad her state is and he decides to talk to her. and the rest is up to you, whether they end up as a couple or anything like that

i know it might be triggering, so if u don't want to write it or can't for reasons u're obviously allowed to have, just ignore it and don't write it, but if u decide to do then can u make it a bit long (im just really sad recently and i need to read something)

✧･ﾟ: a/n: hey anon! I hope you enjoy this story! First off, I want to say you’re really strong for reaching out and sharing how you’re feeling. It’s completely okay to have tough days, and I appreciate your honesty. Thank you for the request, remember to take care of yourself and keep pushing through. You've got this! <3 I hope you enjoy this one!

✧ Title: ✧ Because Of You ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort ✧ Rating: M ✧ Summary: Often hiding your mental struggles behind a facade of humor, you reach your limit and seek solace in Dabi. ✧ Content Warnings: Mental health struggles, Emotional Abuse, Self-Harm Ideation, Strong Language, Themes of Depression/Suicide, Dark Humor ✧ WC: 2765 words // 15k chars

The alley was cloaked in shadows, the city’s hum a distant echo that faded into the background. You leaned against the cool brick wall, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. Tonight, the dark thoughts crept in like unwelcome guests, reminding you of everything that had brought you to this point. You often wore your pain like armor, a jagged shield against the world, hiding the emotional scars that marked your past.

In the dim light, you could see your reflection in the puddles on the ground. The girl staring back at you looked hollow, a mere ghost of the person you used to be. You had always been considered the “weird one” in your circles—the girl with the twisted sense of humor who joked about dying while everyone else pretended life was beautiful. But it was more than just a joke; it was your way of coping, a shield against the memories that clawed at your heart.

Growing up, your family had been a storm of mental abuse. Words thrown like daggers had shattered your self-esteem, leaving you feeling worthless and alone. You learned early on that laughter could mask the tears, that you could smile through the pain and make others laugh while your heart ached in silence. But lately, the laughter felt forced, the facade cracking as the weight of your past threatened to consume you.

And then there was Dabi.

Dabi was a force of nature—dangerous, captivating, and infinitely complex. His presence was a flame that both terrified and intrigued you. With his dark hair and piercing eyes, he embodied chaos in the most beautiful way. You found yourself drawn to him, as if his very existence offered a glimmer of light amidst your darkness.

Tonight, you needed him. You needed to confront the abyss that was slowly swallowing you whole, and who better than Dabi, the embodiment of destruction and heat? As you approached, you saw him leaning against the wall, exuding an air of effortless confidence that made your heart race.

“What do you want?” he asked, his tone casual, yet the way he looked at you hinted at a deeper curiosity.

You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice the thoughts that plagued you. “I was just thinking… what would it feel like to burn? Like, really burn. You know, like a campfire but way more dramatic.” The words spilled from your lips, laced with a mixture of humor and pain.

His brow furrowed, and the smirk that often adorned his face faded slightly. “What the hell are you talking about?” His tone shifted, a note of concern creeping in.

You chuckled, though it felt hollow. “Come on, Dabi! Wouldn’t it be fun to feel the flames lick at your skin? I mean, how else would I go out with a bang?” You laughed again, but it cracked, morphing into a soft sob as the weight of your words sank in.

“Are you serious right now?” He stepped closer, concern etched across his normally aloof expression. “You think it’s funny to joke about dying?”

“It’s just a joke, Dabi,” you insisted, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. “Don’t take it too seriously. I’m just the weird girl who thinks about death, remember?” You tried to put on a brave face, but inside, your heart was racing with fear and uncertainty.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low and serious. “It’s not a joke if you mean it. You think I haven’t seen people suffer? You think I don’t know what that looks like?” His intensity was overwhelming, and you felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Then burn me,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “If I’m going to go, I want it to hurt. I want to feel something real for once.” You laughed, but it was a chaotic blend of laughter and despair, echoing in the silence between you.

Dabi’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “You want me to burn you? You’re out of your damn mind!”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “But I don’t want to fade away, Dabi. I want it to hurt. I want someone to see how broken I really am.”

“(Y/N),” he said, his voice suddenly softer, more vulnerable. “You don’t really want that. You’re not broken; you just… you just need help. This isn’t funny.”

A choked sob escaped your lips, and you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “But it is funny! I’m the girl who laughs about dying while everyone else pretends life is beautiful. I’m a walking joke, Dabi. Just… say it. Tell me I’m a freak.”

He took a deep breath, visibly struggling with the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him. “No! You’re not a freak. You’re messed up, and I get that. But that doesn’t mean you should want to die! You’re worth so much more than this pain you’re drowning in.”

Silence fell, thick with unspoken words. You searched his eyes, trying to find the truth behind the facade. “Why do you care so much?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Because I see you, (Y/N). I see how you hide behind your laughter and your jokes. I know there’s a person underneath all that hurt, someone worth fighting for. And if you think I’m going to let you just throw yourself away, you’re dead wrong.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for the first time, a flicker of hope ignited within you. “You really think I’m worth it?”

“Damn right I do,” he replied, stepping even closer. The distance between you closed, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body—a warmth that felt safe, protective. “I won’t let you go that easily.”

You laughed, though it came out as a choked sob. “You’re too good for me, Dabi. I’m just a messed-up weirdo who thinks about dying while you’re… you’re a fucking hero.”

“Heroes don’t wear capes,” he shot back, a teasing glint returning to his eyes. “They’re just people who care too much.”

You couldn’t help but smile through your tears. “You really care?”

“More than you know,” he said, his voice steady, almost fierce. “But I can’t do this alone. You have to fight too. You can’t just give up because it’s easier.”

“I don’t know how to fight anymore,” you admitted, vulnerability creeping into your tone.

“Then let me help you learn,” he replied, his sincerity grounding you. “You’ve got to stay alive, even if it’s just for a little longer. I promise it’ll be worth it.” His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, offering a flicker of comfort.

“Okay,” you said softly, your heart racing. “I’ll try. But only if you promise to stick around.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, the weight of his promise hanging in the air between you. “You’re my weirdo now. And I’ll make sure you remember that life can still have its moments of joy.”

As you stood there, laughter mingling with tears, a fragile connection formed between you—a thread that tethered you to him and to the possibility of healing. Dabi’s presence felt like a lifeline, a spark of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume you.

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, you found yourself leaning into the light that Dabi offered. He became your anchor, guiding you through the turbulent waters of your mind. He would sit with you, not just in the dark moments but in the small joys too. He showed you that life didn’t have to be an endless cycle of pain, that it could hold beauty if you were willing to seek it out.

You’d share moments of laughter over ridiculous jokes and stories about your past. Dabi’s humor was infectious, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in years. It felt like stepping into the sun after a long winter, a warm embrace that reminded you you were still alive. But the journey was far from easy. There were days when the darkness clawed at your mind, whispering cruel thoughts that threatened to drown you again.

One evening, as you both sat on the rooftop of an abandoned building, the city sprawled below you, Dabi turned to you, his expression more serious than usual. “You know, you don’t have to keep pretending with me. I can see when you’re struggling. Just talk to me, okay?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re not a burden. You’re my friend, and friends help each other. It’s that simple.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally let the words spill out, a torrent of emotions that had been bottled up for far too long. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning again. I think about all the hurt and the darkness, and it’s overwhelming.”

Dabi listened, his gaze steady and unwavering. “It’s okay to feel that way. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. But you have to fight back, (Y/N). You have to remind yourself that you’re still here for a reason.”

“I want to,” you said, your voice trembling. “But it’s so hard.”

“I know it is,” he said, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours gently. “But you’re not alone in this. I’ll always be here to fight alongside you.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you felt a shift within you. It was as if the weight on your chest had lifted just a little. You looked at Dabi, his fierce determination igniting a flicker of hope inside you. Maybe life could be worth living after all.

In that moment, everything changed. The laughter that bubbled between you was lighter, filled with promise and understanding. You could see the beauty in the struggle, the light in the darkness, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could breathe.

“Hey,” Dabi said, breaking the comfortable silence. “You know what I want to do?”

“What?” you asked, curious.

“I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere fun, where you can just be you without all the heavy stuff.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Okay! I’m in. But what’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he replied, his tone playful. “Just trust me.”

With that, he stood up, pulling you with him. The excitement bubbling in your chest felt foreign but exhilarating. As you followed him down the stairs and into the night, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom, a lightness that had been absent for so long.

That night, he took you to a carnival that had recently set up in the city. The air was filled with the scent of popcorn and cotton candy, laughter echoing around you. Dabi’s hand was warm in yours, and you felt an electric charge every time he glanced your way.

“First ride!” he exclaimed, pulling you toward the Ferris wheel. As you climbed into the cart, you couldn’t shake the nervousness in your stomach. “Don’t worry; I won’t let you fall,” he promised, his smirk easing your tension.

As the wheel began to turn, you found yourself laughing, the world below becoming a blur of lights and colors. You stole a glance at Dabi, who was grinning widely, a carefree spirit that contrasted with the brooding image he often portrayed. “See? This is what I’m talking about!” he shouted over the wind.

“Yeah, I guess this is pretty amazing!” you shouted back, the joy bubbling inside you like soda fizzing over. The higher you went, the more you felt the weight of your past lifting, replaced by the exhilaration of the moment.

When the ride finally came to a stop, you both stepped off, breathless with laughter. “Okay, what’s next?” you asked, scanning the carnival for the next adventure.

Dabi’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “How about we try the funhouse?”

You laughed, allowing him to pull you along, navigating through the maze of mirrors and distorted images. It was absurd and hilarious, each reflection twisting your features into something unrecognizable. “Look at me! I’m a monster!” you joked, striking a dramatic pose.

“Yeah, a cute one,” he shot back, laughter lighting up his face. The compliment made your heart race, and you felt a warmth spread through you.

After what felt like hours of running around and indulging in carnival treats, you found yourself standing in front of a stall that sold plush toys. A giant stuffed dragon caught your eye, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dark thoughts that often plagued you. “I want that one!” you said, pointing.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. “Alright, let’s win it then.” He approached the game, and after a few tries, he finally won, handing you the oversized dragon with a proud grin.

You hugged the plush toy tightly, laughter bubbling up as you buried your face in its soft fabric. “Thank you, Dabi! This is the best night ever!”

He chuckled, watching you with a look of genuine warmth that sent your heart racing. “You deserve it. Just remember, it’s okay to feel good sometimes.”

As the night wore on, you found yourself slipping into a comfortable rhythm with him. You shared stories, laughter, and a deeper connection that felt electric. It was as if the walls you had built were slowly crumbling, allowing room for something beautiful to bloom.

Eventually, you found yourselves seated on a bench, watching the fireworks light up the night sky. Dabi’s presence was a calming force, and you leaned against him, your heart racing as the colorful explosions illuminated the darkness.

“This is nice,” you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice low. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

You turned to face him, the distance between you shrinking as your hearts beat in tandem. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

Dabi looked at you, his gaze intense. “(Y/N), I…”

Before he could finish, the fireworks lit up the sky again, but this time, they paled in comparison to the fire in his eyes. The moment hung between you, heavy with unspoken words and possibilities. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and for the first time in a long while, you felt safe.

“I think… I think I might be falling for you,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart soared at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You’re the craziest person I’ve ever met, but you’re also the most real. I can’t help but want to protect you, to be there for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Dabi… I’ve never felt like this before. You make me feel alive, and I want to fight for myself too.”

“Then let’s fight together,” he said, reaching out to cup your face with his hand. “You’re not alone anymore.”

In that moment, everything shifted. The world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the boy standing in front of you, the warmth of his touch grounding you. You leaned into his hand, feeling the spark between you ignite into something deeper.

And then, before you knew it, his lips were on yours—soft and hesitant at first, but quickly growing more passionate as the warmth of the moment enveloped you. You kissed him back, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the world fading away as you melted into each other.

The kiss was a promise—a vow that you were both willing to fight for each other, to confront the demons of the past together. When you finally pulled away, breathless, you looked into his eyes, the sincerity shining through.

“Together,” you whispered, a smile spreading across your face.

“Always,” he replied, and as the fireworks continued to explode in the night sky, you felt a sense of hope blooming within you—an ember of light that promised to grow stronger with each passing day.

As you sat there, side by side with the boy who had once been a stranger, you knew that the path ahead wouldn’t be easy. But with Dabi by your side, you were ready to face whatever came next, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were truly living.

[nnnyxie]

Feeling a lil down about myself, what would you think about Izu x chubby reader? Reader isn’t necessarily insecure but does have bad days, maybe some of Izu‘s fans were being extremely horrible to reader or something because of their weight (I live for protective!Izu) and reader just shuts themselves off and is rotting away in a pile of blankets in their apartment while Izu dosen’t get what’s going on at all- he adores reader and isn’t all like „oh but your boobs and ass and thighs“ he just adored READER you know??? Often when I read x chubby!reader they only mention their curves and thighs and what not but I don’t think reducing plus size people to curvy plus size people is very inclusive so idk if that makes sense but yeah kwnfksld

#𖢥 izuku anon

baby i am loving these requests and i’m happy to give you chubby rep!!

i sorta based it on how i get when i’m insecure about myself so i’m sorry if it isn’t what you were hoping for :(

some days it’s just hard yk?? people get mean and it can really fuck with your brain. it makes it hard to look at yourself sometimes.

especially when you’re with a pro hero. people think that you ‘don’t belong together’ just cause you two have different body types. and it’s sickening how people think that way.

it makes you feel awful— all of the hateful comments you get under your posts gets overwhelming and sometimes you have to archive them all together. sometimes you even have to deactivate your account because they get so overwhelming.

izuku always wonders why you do that— you never give him a real reason. just a ‘i don’t feel like being on social media right now’. he knows it’s not the truth but, he doesn’t want to pry. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by hounding you for answers.

but tonight— tonight was awful. the first thing you saw while opening instagram was a picture of you and your lovely boyfriend, something a fan posted. the fan was nice!! their post was a cute edit and it was an appreciation post!! but the comments— the comments were sickening. they were filled with so much hate, it made you physically ill. and today you weren’t ‘feeling’ yourself so the comments didn’t exactly help.

you deactivated your account again. now you were thinking about just deleting it all together. it won’t stop the hate but it’ll stop you from seeing it. either way— you decided to try and push those awful comments away and read, maybe it could lighten your mood.

it didn’t. the thoughts kept coming back— you couldn’t even read a full paragraph. it felt awful. you felt awful. maybe a shower would help?

as soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, you stepped right back out. it hurt to look at yourself. it made you cry. you weren’t particularly insecure but these comments were ruthless and they just really got to you this time.

when izuku got back home from patrol, he found you in your shared bed, you were curled up in a pile of blankets with nearly all the pillows surrounding you. he heard your crying— and was immediately concerned. why wouldn’t he be?

“love, what’s the matter? did you watch the neverending story again?” he sat beside you and pulled the blankets down so he could full see your face. this wasn’t your ‘sad movie’ cry. this was entirely different.

“hey, what’s going on?” “it’s nothing— i uhm just read something sad is all.” you were a very poor liar.

“be honest with me, please? is something going on?” he was now laying beside you, holding you from behind. “i just— do you really want to be with me? i’m not—” you choked, crying more at the thought of him leaving for someone ‘better’ (there is no one better). “of course i do. i love you. why wouldn’t i want to be with you?” “how aren’t you… how aren’t you disgusted by me?” “why would you ever think i’d feel that way towards you? i love all of you. and everyday i find more to love about you.”

then— it clicked. he remembered.

“is this about that post? bakugo sent it to me… he told me to look at the comments— baby if i knew this was happening sooner i would’ve done something about it. why didn’t you tell me?” he rubbed your arm in comfort, he knew all about being insecure— of course he couldn’t relate to where yours stemmed from but, he knew how awful it felt to feel like you aren’t enough for people. “i didn’t want you to be mad at them. they’re your supporters.” “they aren’t my supporters if they’re treating you this way.” he took a breath, he was upset. not by you— never. but, by the hateful people. “i love you, and every part of you. i’ll never be disgusted by you and i’ll never want anyone else. i only want you.” god you loved him.

“can you turn so i can see that pretty face?” you turned to face him. izuku had a smile but, his eyes welled when he saw the tear streaks that ran down your cheeks. he cupped your face, swiping his thumps to wipe away the stray tears that still fell. “you’re the most beautiful person i have ever met.” you cried again, not because you were upset— but, because, he was just so wonderful to you. izuku held you, letting you cry into him.

“i’ll address it.” “you don’t need to.” “i’m going to.”

don’t mind the neverending story part…. i just rewatched it today and cried abt the horse scene… artax :(

[hazbinhappy]

Ik he’s got so little screen time and a lil silly but I’ll shoot my shot for some headcanons: Saint Peter x reader where maybe reader is a big flirt and keeps flirting with him, but he doesn’t confess or make any move to get passed the “acquaintance” stage (they’re not even sure if they’re friends since it’s so one sided) because he lowkey thinks she’s just flirting for the sake of flirting and has no real interest in him. Maybe a sprinkle ✨ of angst where Reader leaves him alone for good, finally giving up but then Peter approaches her for a date or something idk

Sorry I’m it’s a lot! Whether or not you do it, I appreciate the opportunity to make a request regardless 😭😭 have a good day, goodluck with the matchups and requests!!

- anon ✖︎

A/N: Ngl Saint Peter was so me idk how to explain like if Lucifer’s daughter said “howdy i’m here! :D” yeah i’d be “hahaha WHAT”

I made you a normal angel! This reasoning was because I think it’d be funnier for a random person to just flirt with a whole higher angel

Every time, and i mean every time, you see him you flirt with him or at least talk to him

Idk if angel’s can blush, but if they could, he would

Eventually you get the hint that he doesn’t really like you so you slowly start to back off and then stop

But you do whine about it to your friends

Saint Peter feels like something is missing from his day

After a couple of weeks of you not seeking him out he starts to seek you out

It’s a pleasant surprise to see him while you’re at the “park”

He asks why you stopped spending time with him and you just explain that you thought he wasn’t interested in you at all, even as friends

He feels bad because non-mortal angels don’t get feelings like these so he doesn’t know how to handle them

He eventually does offer you a date because he’d like to give you a chance even if he doesn’t know where his feelings are for you

Though don’t stop your usual routine of at least saying hi to him. He will be sad.

[skullpie]

OHMYGOD NEW BLOG THAT WRITES FOR TWO OF MY FAVOURITES??:!189( SCREAMS

anyways is it okay if you just do some silly relationship hcs with joonyeong (aouad) and jaeheon (sweet home) separately I WILL LITERALLY CRY TEARS OF JOY

relationship hcs x

joonyeong x reader; jaeheon x reader (separate)

summary: relationship hcs for joonyeong (aouad) & jaeheon (sweet home)

warning(s): series typical warnings!

note(s): anon based on this request i think u have a type.. side eye.. can’t blame u tho uptight dorks with wire framed glasses are hot ! hope u enjoy lovely :) and ty for being my first request on this blog!! i thought i’d have to put some fics out before i got any so this is rly encouraging. i appreciate you!

joonyeong

such a little nerd

definitely started out as good friends

absurdly proud of the fact that he has a partner

like… him?? he feels so special

(he is)

study dates where he actually intends to study and you distract him the whole time by begging for kisses and sitting on his lap etc

sometimes he caves, sometimes he doesn’t, he takes his academics seriously

but idk the image of you wrapping your arms around his neck and telling him to take a break with you during exams week.. lord….

“i miss my boyfriend”

“we’ve been together for the past three hours”

“but you’ve not been paying any attention to me! :(“

he does help you with work though, he thinks it’s really important

your parents adore him, they think he’s a great influence on you (even if you’re also great at school)

he’s the type to think the secretly hate him, though, so you often go over to his to spend time with each other

really enjoys going to whatever events you’re involved in

even if he doesn’t understand jack shit about any of it

remembers really specific and small details about you for sure

very eager to introduce you to people as “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner!”

really proud of you and your relationship–does not try to hide that he’s taken

but he overall prefers private intimacy and affection

and very small, gentle forms of it at that

you can fluster him pretty easily tho

i can definitely see a friendly academic rivals to lovers situation happening

when the virus breaks out he never lets you out of his sight

cliché, but if you’re ever accused of being infected, he’s defending you with his life

when you can’t sleep he holds you, which doesn’t make you sleep but it is comforting

tries his hardest to tell you how important you are to him very often while everything is happening

first (and last) l-word is said when he decides to jump out of the barricade to save everyone (sorry ouch)

jaeheon

wholesome wholesome wholesome

he admires you so much

you probably meet in the elevator

he tries talking to you about his lord and savior–you think it’s really endearing how passionate he is

genuinely believes god sent you to him personally like an angel

just always smiling with you

holding hands everywhere you go

very often being mistaken for a married couple when you’re out and even by neighbors

(hyein starts telling people you’re married, and referring to you as ‘that married couple’)

likes holding your face and just admiring you, pressing little kisses to every spot he can think of

basically worships you

not the type to get flustered, per-say but he does get very hesitant and shy about certain levels of intimacy

hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck and to the top of your head. omg

just very traditionally romantic in the ways he shows you affection

kissing your hand, getting you flowers often, opening the car door for you, etc

biggest gentleman

when you get locked in the apartment building, he becomes bolder, or at least less hesitant about things

literally would die to protect you (and he does)

is always holding onto you in some way in low-intensity situations

the thought of you asking him to teach you how to use his sword, and he does that cute thing where when he goes to teach you, he stands behind you and holds your hands and arms to show you IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

forehead kisses. that’s it just forehead kisses

when either of you are given a task, he always makes sure to hold you for at least a minute or two before he leaves. in case it’s the last time (sobs)

really good friends with jisu during the lock-in

you two find comfort in each other after he’s gone (NOT LIKE THAT) ((but also maybe like that idk im not the boss of you))

[peydawgz]

Can I request a headcanon of your favorite overwatch characters with R-7000 Reader, but they are healer and super chill/charismatic.

Hope you're having a good sleep/day

Meow!! Good request anon I likey!! Anything for you :3

Ramattra

At first, there was a disgusting guilty feeling that he felt around you, as if he saw you as himself. An apple of the same tree, a generation of ravagers.

However, Ramattra never thought of you as an annoyance. He would try time and time again to get you to understand his point of view, but you were just careless.

When you had to heal him in the battlefield, he thought you were very similar to Zenyatta in style, and you might get along with him better.

In the end, your differences do not make you any less ‘related’ to each other. You may go separate paths but he would swear to your alliance.

A tingling sensation remains when he thinks of you in time, and perhaps he would like to run into you again…

Venture

A little fear at first, but also a whole lot of fascination. They had seen your ‘birthplace’, and broken pieces of your brothers and sisters, but coming upon your functional self had them very interested.

Very nervous around you and a little shy, but they dont necessarily think you will hurt them. Admires you, maybe even has a crush on you idk but you are very very badass in their mind.

Always asking for your help, they want to take you on every mission and you are now their favorite person.

When on the battlefield, they go to protect you a lot, but you can maintain yourself as well. They watch in amazement at your skill level at getting all the bad guys.

Wants to kiss you but you have no mouth :(

Zenyatta

Zenyatta is very much going to vibe with you. He is very chill as well, and he loves having you around. He knows all the best spots to hang around.

He honestly just wants to keep you happy. You remind him of his estranged brother Ramattra at times and he worries about your deeper thoughts. He has a way of trying to get you to talk about things with him, trying to get you to meditate with him sometimes.

Maybe you feel comfort or maybe like Zenyatta’s world is not reality, but you understand he’s always just trying his best. Holding together pieces that fell apart ages ago… maybe it’s a little awkward, and he should open up more too.

Sigma

Curious to find one of you, he has always just treated you like anybody else, shown you kindness. He doesn’t fear you at all, and he knows where it comes from after the reactions people get from him.

He can chill with you, and you see how excited he is to just have someone to talk about science theories and astronomy. You’re a good listener, and he values every response you have to give.

He thinks you are one of a kind, and admires you for who you are. He likes it when you follow him around and heal him, you return his kindness and he appreciates it.

He would be so upset with himself, if he got too close and ended up hurting you, unable to control the forces of his gravity… he’d be so scared of breaking his only friend.

[etherealyoungk]

hello idk of you’re accepting requests lately but if you do can you make a comfort fic about jeonghan? I’ve been stressed with backlogs and also reviewing for my upcoming exams this week😞 I really appreciate it if you do :3 Thank you in advance <33

hello anon! so sorry for getting to this late. i hope you see this and it cheers you up a bit! hope you're doing well, take care <3

you were panicking and nervous. and because you had alot of backlogs and catching up to do, you were even more stressed. you were trying to catch up on your lectures and you before you know it, it's late and you're still in front of your laptop as you take notes.

your table was a mess of notebooks and sheets of paper, and printouts, pens, pencils, markers. you were really trying to study as much as possible even though it was starting to stress you out and it was taking a toll on your now.

you're trying to solve a practice question but the words are just a blur of letters, nothing processing in your head. it was late and you were tired but you weren't letting yourself rest or sleep until you managed to solve this problem. your eyes get blurry and tears roll down your cheeks.

you almost don't hear your apartment door open, signaling that jeonghan had come and you try your best to wipe away your tears but he's already peeking his head in your room.

"baby i got some snacks for you", he says, holding up the bag of goodies. you don't turn around, sniffling and that's enough for jeonghan to know. he set the bag down on the floor and walks up to you, turning your chair as he looks at you. his face falls upon seeing your tear stricken cheeks.

"y/n...", he says. he lifts you up from the chair and guides you to the bed before wiping your tears with his thumb. "stupid exams", you mumble. "how long have you been studying, did you take breaks?", he asks. you shake your head indicating a no and he gives you a small look of disapproval.

"baby, you'll stress and get burnt out then hm", he tells. you don't say anything and crash into his arms and he pulls you closer, hugging you. you sniffle and just bury your head in his chest. he rubs your back gently to soothe you.

"i think you've studied enough for today, no more looking at your textbooks or laptop", he tells. "but i-" you start only for him to give you a look. "let's continue tomorrow okay, rest, you need it", he tells with genuine concern. he'll feed you with snacks and food and make sure you were relaxing for the rest of the day and shower you with affection.

[lukabitch]

I have a request but Idk if you have ever watched the Resident evil the final chapter movie (or the rest) so i will put a spoiler warning here lmao

Spoiler :

So Wesker Like gets his leg chopped off in the end by a door (i think it was a door) and he has to stay there until everything Explodes and he dies so i wanted to ask if you could maybe write something where the male reader is down there with alice and the others but when the others left the reader Hesitates for a second and decided to like get back to wesker, help him with his leg and get him out of the place before everything explodes, I imagine that the reader and wesker always had this like villain x Hero Releationship where they tease each other but never rly make a move because they fight on different sides but because the Reader has feelings for Wesker and Wesker was always like kinda nice to us we decide to save him and he is thankful and finally makes a real move (like a small kiss or something like that and maybe a confession) but then he teases us afterwards with his stupid Attractive smirk🙄 and we just laugh it off and slap him softly at the arm while smirking too

Im just down bad for this dude rn im so sorry💀 you ofc dont have to write that, you can just ignore it but i had that in mind for a while now and i cant get it out or write it myself because im bad at like everything in my existence, have a Great day/night <3

I appreciate the amount of detail you put into this. Seriously you went above and beyond the expectations on this blog. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Blood, dismemberment, general medical stuff, i read the wiki still might be inaccurate.

“We’re gotta go!” Alice called out you and the rest of the crew. Everyone was quick to make their way to the exit. You however turned back and head further into the building. Your mind was fighting against what you were doing but another part of you was saying do it.

You moved fast not wasting a second to get to Wesker. Hearing him struggle made you worried that getting him out would be useless. Still you made it down to him without a leg.“Shit hold on!” Rushing over to him you immediately tied a makeshift tourniquet just below the knee.

You pulled him up and drag him out of the building. You got him in a car and fucking floored it. The building blew up shortly after getting the fuck out. “I need you to tell me where one of your safe houses are.” He mumbled an address as you make sharp turns.

“You’re a horrible driver.” Wesker chuckled out causing you to flip him off. “Don’t make me regret not leaving your ass.” You looked over to see him giving one of his signature smirks. “You love me too much to do that pretty boy.”

You haven’t really thought about your feelings for the man. The two of you always had this banter that was kind of flirty. Even if you wanted to go for it things just wouldn’t work out. “Yeah sure that’s exactly why I went back for you.” You tried to sound sarcastic but you didn’t sound sure of it.

Pulling into a driveway you hopped out and pulled Wesker out having him lean on you. It was a bit difficult to get him inside especially without the adrenaline. You managed though and got him laying down. “Look I’m going to cauterise the wound. Unless you have morphine in your pocket it’s going to hurt.”

He just nods his head bracing himself for the pain to come. There wasn’t much to do just heat some metal and press against the open wound. Wesker took it well considering though you weren’t too shocked about that. You wrapped up the wound the best you can.

“There you go sorry that I don’t have anything to numb it.” You smiled up at him before grabbing a blanket for him. “Thank you Y/n.” He pulled you down wrapping the blanket around both of you. This definitely isn’t how you expected today to go but you weren’t complaining.

“You look like a puppy leaning against me like that.” You would have talked back if he did kiss you on the lips. He watched your face darken with blush. “Thank you for coming back for me. I love you for it.” He seemed really sincere about it.

“I love you too wesker.” You mumbled giving him a peck on the cheek. “I know you do.” Of course he has to be a cocky asshole about it. You can’t help but smile at him you really do love him.

[cherryxcadbury]

Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.

this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.

y/n-your name

2nd person pov

Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.

It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.

Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.

And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.

Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.

Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.

As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.

Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.

“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.

“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.

“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.

You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.

“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.

“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.

“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.

Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.

“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.

“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.

“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.

You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.

When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.

“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.

Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.

“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.

You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”

“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.

You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.

“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.

“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.

You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.

Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.

*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.

You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.

You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.

“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.

“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.

“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.

“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.

Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.

“Well,” You sighed.

This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.

“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.

“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.

“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.

“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.

Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.

“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.

this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me

[depressopax]

Please, headcanons of Mike with a (gender neutral) partner who is super loving and gentle with him. Like, they run him baths when he had a rough day at work, clean him up and kiss his bruises. They rub his back and shoulders or anything that's sore, make him special lunches and dinners. Just someone who loves him dearly and wants him to know they love him. Please and thank you! <3

Thank you for the request!! I got you, anon 🫡❤ (This idea is so cute AHHHH) Sorry for the long wait on this one! I struggled with writing this, idk why lol 😭 Anywayssss, enjoy and have a good day! <3

Mike returning home from work after a rough day - Headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Pairing: Mike Ehrmantraut x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort Warning(s): Mentions of blood, scars and traumas. Reader is gender neutral and referred to as partner. Words: 800 Summary: Being Mike's loving partner English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon!

Being with Mike means always worrying for him when he’s at work.

Especially when he’s gone for days, in places with little to no wifi, or when he simply can’t reach out to you.

He tells you “not to worry” which is easier said than done.

One night, he comes home to you waiting outside his house. You’d been waiting for him all evening, since you had a bad gut feeling about this particular mission.

You’re relieve you listened to your intuition, when you see him limping up to the door

Knowing somethings wrong, you’re quickly by his side to support him.

You’re used to him having a dangerous job, and he’s used to you being his worried partner.

At first he would refuse to tell you about work and be scared to admit when something happened - not wanting to upset you.

But of course it wasn’t easy to hide the truth from you.

You’re the first person he talks to when something happens

Probably the only one too.

But you appreciate it, and try to be there for him 

Providing him with love and comfort after rough days

“What the hell happened?” You asked him that night, when he came home all bruised up and exhausted. Stubborn as he is, he just replied with: “Nothing happened” A crystal clear lie, you can see the bruises on his face

You help him take the jacket off, seeing the wounds covering his body. 

This time he doesn’t protest. He likes it when you look after him, after all. 

“I’ll ask you again… What the hell happened, Mike?” He doesn’t really have any other choice but telling you the truth.

It’s not the first time he ends up wounded because of work, and not the last time, either. 

Luckily, he has you.

Before you met, he had to deal with all his pain and troubles alone, whether he wanted to or not. 

He really had no one to tell - He didn’t wanna worry his family, and didn’t trust anyone else

You’re the one he goes too. 

Not only because you’ve made him promise to do so, but because he trusts you, too. 

He’s too paranoid to go to the doctors, luckily you are used to dealing with his wounds and does so well

Homeboy trusts you wholeheartedly <3

Mike playfully calling you his “nurse” because of the amount of times you need to help him lmao

Apart from patching him up, you like making him feel safe and relaxed.

He does the same for you, of course 

The two of you just spoiling each other in all ways possible

At nights when he comes home from work, Mike and you end up in the couch, cuddling and watching some movies

If he’s tense, you have him rant about work, or whatever it is bothering him, while massaging his shoulders and/or back

He never asks for massages but loves them, but only if it’s you

Doesn’t matter if you’re bad at them, he just enjoys feeling your healing touch on his tense muscles

You have lot of inside jokes with him about people at work that annoys him - the list is long lol *cough* Walter *cough*

Mike has lot of scars - on his body and in his mind

His time as a cop, and as Gus' most trusted enforcer has left its marks.

He hates people looking at his scars, and avoids questions about it by hiding them.

You are one of the few that gets to see them, and that doesn’t judge him nor ask him uncomfortable questions about them.

But since he trusts you, he tells you about each scar he has and how he got them.

He’s not ashamed of them, just hates what they represent and reminds him off.

But you make sure to reassure him that you love him, listening to his stories, stroking your hands over each scar carefully and telling him he’s beautiful - and he LOVES it

Back to the night he comes home wounded - he tells you what happened whilst you clean his wounds, Mike grunting from the pain of the fresh bruises getting washed. 

You run him a bath to calm him down, making sure to show him you’re right there and not going anywhere.

He feels less tense after a while, thanks to your healing touch (he likes to call it that, since you always make him feel better)

You fix something to eat for the two of you, crashing next to him on the couch.

After a while, he falls asleep during the movie you’re watching, and you soon join him - being worried makes a person tired after all.

Mike wakes up hours later, feeling your warmth against him.

He’ll just look at and appreciate you, feeling lucky to have someone like you by his side. <3