#but im slowly trying to move past what happened and write what i want

[beauleifu]

If you don't mind me asking,do you plan to have Heartstrings go to the end of season 3,or end before that? It's one of my favorite stories and I always go back to read it!

Ooooh so I actually plan on ending it after season 3, I want it to end at around the same time :]

I might make little drabbles or oneshots that serve as mini continuations but besides that, it's free game

[paiges-1vur]

hey loves! heres another pazzi fic for you guys because i know you love pazzi fics as much as i do. <3 🏀🌌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

“mm.. your not going anywhere. get back here” paige mumbled into azzis shoulder as she tightened her grip on her waist, pulling the girl towards herself.

“paige i have to get up i told you. i havent texted my parents all night, they are gonna think you kidnapped me,” the brunette jokes, giggling slightly. “paige- oh my gosh” the brunette says trying not to laugh, while also being slightly irritated that she cannot get up. she eventually gives into the blondes touch, smiling. “dont worry paigey im right here. not going anywhere.”

the two girls have been friends, teammates, and practically sisters for the past three years. they had both felt feelings for each other ever since they got closer, when paige was a senior in highschool. although they felt this way, they never told anyone except those who were very close to them. family, friends, and teammates were all very supportive but the girls didnt want to tell the media just yet. they liked keeping what they had special, and they didnt want the media to twist anything, their relationship was perfect the way it was.

“you better not,” paige mumbles. her voice is husky and low. “you know i miss you like a bitch when your not visiting right? i need all the azzi time i can get.” she says pulling the girl even closer to herself, earning a giggle from the brunette. “and you better come to Uconn, or else…” paige threatens azzi, jokingly.

“oh yea?” azzi asks smirking to herself. “and what would you do if i didnt commit next year..?” the older blonde gets clearly upset at the idea of being without the brunette and her demeanor quickly changes. before she knows it, azzi is being flipped over onto her back. paige hovers over her, smiling down at her. “take it back..” she taunts azzi.

“wha- paige” she says starting to laugh, “i was just joking i promise its not that serious.” she tries to escape from under paige to lie back down but only gets denied when paige grabs her wrists and pins them above her head. “hmmm” she says leaning into azzis ear. “i didnt like that joke, it wasnt very funny..”

“i-” azzi swallows. “i was just kidding paige..i-i already said that.”

“and i heard you the first time baby..” paige says leaning down to leave a trail of kisses down her jawline. “so i said take it back..” slowly her kisses move down to her neck. azzi throws her head back, allowing paige more access to her neck. paige lets out a low laugh at this, starting to leave little bites and marks all over her neck.

“it.. was just a joke. im not going to take it back” azzi doesnt budge. she doesnt understand why all of a sudden paige got so worked up, but shes not complaining. it was rare paige had her dorm to herself, but tonight was special. azzi loved cuddling, but she was secretly hoping that something different would happen tonight…

paige kept placing kisses and love bites on her neck, driving azzi wild. she took a hand and snuck it just under azzis sweatshirt, placing it just above the waistband of azzis sweats.. well technically paiges sweats. “paige-”

paige immediately stopped and looked up at azzi. “yes baby?” she was concerned about why azzi stopped her. did she want her to stop? maybe she wasn’t in the mood anymore, which would have been totally fine with paige, but that wasnt the case.

“i love you.” is all she said before putting her head back down on the pillow. paige smiled and broke the waistband of azzis sweats with her middle finger and ring finger. “i love you too baby.. just lay back for me”

sorry this is so short loves. congrats if you read all the way through, and any interaction is appreciated <3 please dont be shy to drop reqs in my anon, or message me! of course also dont be shy to be “too specific” i want to make you guys as happy as i can with my writing. tips also appreciated always

[manmadejoyswithinmycomprehension]

would u write anything for homicipher’s mc (Adami) x gn reader…IM STARVING!!! I leave it up to ur imagination

HELL YEAHHHHHHHHH would you believe me if I said I did it already :3 a bit slow burn-ish, I cannot write without a fuck ton of context but enjoy mc saving u from Mr. Stitch bwhwwhhewhheqhhehwehwhehwheb I love her sm

You didn't know how you ended up there or when it happened. It just did. It took you a while to comprehend where exactly you had been transported. Hoping to meet someone else in this worn down place, you aimlessly wandered through the empty rooms and hallways. Coincidentally, you saw another man - tall, with a red jacket and furry hood. He rounded a corner and out of your sight, which prompted you to run after him without thinking of the consequences. As he passed by a door, it slammed open, and a pale hand dragged him in, the blood of the innocent man instantly splattering all over the floor and the surrounding surfaces. You cover your mouth and let out a small squeak before seeking shelter.

Thankfully, you found a pair of scissors lying around. That should come in handy! Shivering, cold, and distraught, you went slower this time, looking for human activity and someone worthy of your trust. A loud rumble echoed throughout the entire place, making tears well up in your eyes from the powerful scare. Was this your end? The hallway you were exploring split into two, and you ran back into an adjacent room. It seemed cleaner than the others, the wallpaper still mostly intact, a bed and a dusty table. On the bed sat a girl with short, white hair and blood stains in her raincoat. Oh, God. This is it. You're gonna die just like that man. You could just hope it was painless.

The figure croaked out something that you couldn't understand. It seemed to try two languages before finally deciding on just one. It pointed at you, repeating a word multiple times before the message was received by your disheveled mind: "You." She was saying "You." Then, she pointed to herself. "Me." Back then, you didn't know that "You" and "Me" would become so important later on.

You sat down on the floor, in front of her, looking up at the stained raincoat and the dirty crowbar that lay on the bed next to her hip.

"Me? You?" you said, moving your hands to check if you understood well. Her nod confirms your suspicions. Then, she points to different objects in the room and demonstrates how the language works. It felt like a breath of fresh air, having someone talk to you like an equal, in a place where you had been so violently proven that your life meant nothing. The bond had already started forming.

It only took a few hours for you to learn that primitive way of communication, and you started teaching her bits and pieces of your human language while she did the same for you. Using this, she introduced herself: Adami. Such a beautiful name... It had an exquisite ring, compared to the rough sounds of the ghostly people.

Soon, it became all about "You" and "Me." At first, you'd brush against her for comfort when a new entity approached. Then, slowly, she'd be the one to hold your hands when you were scared or when Mr. Gap appeared out of nowhere. "You, me, go together," "you, me, stay together" or "you, me, rest together."" It was sweet, having someone protect you in such a world. You didn't have the guts to question your relationship. Perhaps you were her comfort, maybe she saw in you what she once was. You were her anchor when she lost her temper, and she was your shield when a threat was nearby.

Nothing was clear to you. Friends did all of this, too, right? You were walking hand in hand, giggling at a joke Adami made when Mr. Stitch blocked your path.

"Me bored. Want fun?"

"No." she cuts him off furiously, shoving past him.

"Want fun! Want fun together them!"

The deranged ghost grips your arm, pulling you towards him as Adami holds onto your fingers.

"Them will not! You should leave!"

However silly this game of tug-o-war looked to an outsider, you were beyond frightened. Mr. Stitch was obviously not into the fun a normal person would resort to on a bad day. He was into the kind of fun that serial killers sought when sending body parts to the police. It was clear Adami couldn't help you - she'd hurt you in the process. Mr. Stitch ripped you from her arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of meat and ran off to God knows where. He hid you in the Cloth Monster's room, wrapping you in the long curtains that decorated it. Giggling, he gripped your throat and slithered the soft material around it, torturing you as he loosened and tightened it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gasped for air when the door slammed open.

Coughing when your lungs could finally expand again, your vision was still blurred when Mr. Stitch transformed into a jumbled up mass of meat right before you. A trembling hand ripped off the fabric and you felt the familiar presence of Adami engulfing you in a hug.

"Me scared..."

Your heart throbbed wildly as you returned the tender embrace, removing her hood to get a closer look at her features. No matter how much she transformed, her eyes were always full of warmth when she gazed at you.

"Love... You and me together... Me love you..." she whispers, her free hand tilting your face up. Adami gets closer, giving you the choice to accept or reject her. You instantly press your lips together, your bodies melting into each other as you let your feelings overflow, your only regret being that you hadn't seen it sooner.

It didn't take long for the other residents to pick up on what was going on between the two of you. Moreover, Adami didn't even look at the cold, metallic doors of the elevator with the same curiosity as she did when she first descended into the other world. To her, it now meant separation, as you two would return to your respective places on Earth. What good was the freedom of humanity, when there was nothing left of her without you? At first, you thought she might want to go back to her old life, yet she always held your hand tighter. "You, me... together here."

[bohbee]

Do you think you could do some genshin characters reacting to you flinching during a fight? 👉🏻👈🏻 Im not picky with which characters as long as Childe is included

Flinching During an Argument, Genshin.

Part 1?

Masterlist

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Wanderer.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, misunderstandings, past abusive relationships, insecurities, yelling, blood (unrelated), potential harming.

Notes: There are some kinds of spoilers for The Wanderers but yeah >:). Sorry for not writing for a long time, there's been a lot of stressful things happening in my life right now but I'm trying to write more :). There will be more parts to this I just don't know when.

Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)

The room which was usually filled with laughs and smiles now had a dark aura. Both occupants of the household argue with each other, in a fit of rage and hurt. "Ajax please just listen to me! I could've lost you!" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes, a shudder left your chest as your boyfriend's eyes darkened towards you. His boots took a step forward and he pointed his finger toward you.

"You always underestimate me!" A vein popped from his forehead, the air getting thick causing your heart to speed up. "Ajax I di-" He cut you off with a shout causing you to back up into the wall "No! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED THROUGH TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT"

He went to push the hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand swayed in front of your face causing you to cover your eyes, frightened of his next course of action. Your knees buckle slightly. Childe's movements came to a halt, and his annoyance quickly left, now filled with shock and pain.

"Dove... I-" he started to speak, his hands gently grabbing yours, delicately not to strike for negative emotions in you. As he moved your defense, he winced at your fear-struck face, tears he caused painting your skin. "I would never... ever harm you... I'm so- so sorry" He opened his arms slowly, trying not to frighten you, offering for you to hug him, and you pounced into his grasp. Small sobs emitted from your throat, "I'm sorry- I just don't want to -hic- lose you, and I-" your rambling was cut off by a small hush from the ginger.

"I would never leave you... I was being unreasonable, let's just drop it for now, come on I'll take you to the bedroom."

The rest of the day was filled with soft hums, and both of you enjoyed each other's presence. "My dove?" Tartaglia's voice was soft, you looked up to meet his eyes questioning him. "C'mon let's go to a restaurant.... let me treat you?" He said, well more of asked... still not knowing how much you were willing to do. "Of course.... let's go."

Diluc

Nothing was different from today than any other day, you went on commissions and came home to your loving husband. However, the crimson irises begged to differ. "You need to stop being so reckless! You've come home yet again with a new bloodied bandage!" His tone was deep, filled with irritation and worry. Though, that didn't do much but annoy you. "Luc, please listen to me, love. This is a part of working for the Guild!"

His eyes shot toward yours, pure frustration filling his pupils. "Every. Day." He started, his body slowly getting up from where he was sitting. "I. Have. To. See. You. Get. Hurt." His body was slightly in front of you, a two-foot gap in between your bodies. "EVERY. DAMN. DAY.!" His booming voice shook the air, causing you to flinch and stumble onto the ground.

A few seconds of silence went by until he kneeled to where you fell. "I am deeply sorry, I- it was never my intention to frighten you, my love." His eyes were filled with shame and insecurity, his gloved hand reached out to you slowly. You softly grabbed it allowing him to pull you up and into a hug, watching for your injuries. "I'm sor-" you started but your husband shushed you "No need dear, I must be the one to apologize. I was being rash, just promise me that you'll be more careful?"

You nodded softly and hugged his torso a bit tighter, the both of you stood in the common room for a while before he broke away from the embrace. "Why don't you let me re-bandage your injuries and then after we can go for a walk?"

As the day continued on, the well-known couple could be seen walking down the paths of the outskirts of Monstadt. Hand in hand, soft delicate smiles painting both of their features.

Kaeya

Sadly, petty arguments with Kaeya always happened, it was all fine though. None of it really went far, that is until now. The two of you were in his office at the KOF building, snapping at each other. Snarky comments and shouts were heard throughout the whole building, though no one dared to enter not even Lisa nor Jean.

"You are being unreasonable!" you shouted at the blue-haired male who only scoffed back, he stood from his seat and turned his back away from you. "For the last time, now listen real closely and get it through your more than thick skull." He slowly turned towards you, his deep frustrated tone quickly shutting you up. "She was NOT flirting with me, just because you're insecure does not mean you get to PROJECT your feelings on me nor the poor lady who was being nice."

His words made you wince, stepping back in shock as you look up into his eyes with hurt, no more than hurt..... betrayal "oh." Your head bobbed in a quick nod as you went to leave the room. "W-wait.... (y/n) shit... I didn't mean-" he chased after you. The people in the city watched in shock which only rubbed the salt more in your wound.

You finally made it to your home, your boyfriend rushing in behind you. No words were spoken, his strong arms yanked you into a hug as you sobbed into his chest. "I....... I am so so sorry snowflake......" your loud cries pulled at his heart strings. After gathering your emotions, you went to respond, feeling guilty for the situation. "You were ri-" his soft lips slammed onto yours, effectively stopping your words. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

The two of you made an executive decision to take some time off together in which Jean more than happily approved of. The two of you were now in the amazing city of Sumeru, sitting together in the Grand Bazaar. Your head laying on his soft shoulder as both of you watch the amazing dancers.

Wanderer (Kuni)

You and the umbrella hat male were walking down a trail in the outskirts of Gandharva Ville, when suddenly a random root appeared from nowhere, which caused your body to fling forward into the ground. The Wanderer turned around slightly shocked, he laughed slightly and swung his hand to help you up. But the sudden motion frightened you and caused you to cower backwards. "I'm sorry!" you yelped out while closing your eyes, preparing for the hit that would never come.

Kuni looked at you shocked, no words left his mouth, he was truly stunned at the scene in front of him. You soon opened your eyes and looked to the side embarrassed, "I- uh- sorry heh, that's embarrassing.... well lets uh continue." You stood up and brushed your pants off and walked past your "new" boyfriend, expecting him to follow you. Though his next words, stopped your movements.

"What......" he paused before slightly hanging his head in shame "I know I used to... treat you unfairly....... just know that I am trying to get better." he muttered before walking to you and gripping the back of your shirt. "I don't want to lose nor hurt the one I love...." he mumbled before he slowly and awkwardly hugged you from behind.

"I know you are trying.... don't think I've given up on you Ku.... I trust you."

Over time, the two of you slowly dropped your walls with each other, becoming closer than ever. He was a completely different person than the one you used to date. Same face..... same body.... same soul..... just different purpose.

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I hope this is good :), I love you guys... also dude why are genshin characters written so WELL gah damn!

[heartsforvin]

Hi! I Hope you’re well🫶

Can you write something where vinnie was rude to y/n because he’s quite irritable since he’s trying to quit vaping (proud of him btw!) and then he feels terribly sorry so he covers y/n with kisses and hugs🥹

MOOD SWINGS

i’m doing good thank you ! and thank you for the request !! so proud of vin for tryna quit cus ik that shit is not easy to do 😭

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), lil bit of angst, i think that’s all but lmk if i missed somethin !!

summary; vinnie accidentally lashes out on you but quickly realizes what he did

for a few years now, vinnie has been trying to quit vaping. it’s been a rough road over the years, but you’re proud of vinnie for actually sticking to his goal.

you knew when you started dating vinnie that he vaped, but he had told you he stopped months ago.

when you saw him vape about a month ago, you were confused, questioning him on it and wondering why he was starting the habit back up again.

“baby i swear i’m quitting, i’m sorry,” he rambled to you. “i’ve been taking zyn’s to help me quit it, and i know it’s like swapping one thing out for another, but they’re really helping me.” he explained.

you smiled at him and had given him a hug, looking up at him with your pretty eyes. “don’t be sorry, my love,” you told him. “i know you’re trying to quit, you’ll get there eventually.”

vinnie gave you a quick kiss and had thanked you for being so supportive.

fast forward to a few weeks later and his habit is still here, but you know he’s trying to stop it, and you knew it took some time.

it’s been difficult on you, on your relationship, but you know the two of you will get past this.

vinnie’s become a bit more irritable since he’s been trying to quit the habit, you try not to take it personal and tell yourself it’s just a mood swing thing, but it’s hard not too when it’s the person you love so much.

“sweetheart, have you seen my zyn’s anywhere?” vinnie asks you as he walks into your guys’ shared room in his apartment.

you’re sat on his bed with hera in your lap when you saw him walk into the room. “no i haven’t, im sorry.”

muttering what sounded like a cuss word under his breath, vinnie goes into the bathroom to see if he had left them in there.

“fuck,” you hear from the bathroom. you carefully place hera on the mattress next to you and stand up to see what has vinnie so upset.

“vinnie?” you slowly walk into the bathroom to see vinnie move stuff that’s on the counter around. “baby it’s okay, calm down,” you walk up to him and rub his back. “we’ll find them.”

you’re trying so hard not to let your emotions get to you when vinnie suddenly turns to face you. the look he’s giving you is something you can’t explain.

“and what if we don’t?” he asks, the look in his eyes immediately changing and you can tell he’s getting upset.

“i need to quit this awful fucking habit,” he says, pacing around the bathroom. “you hate it, i hate it, everyone hates it, it’s no good.”

you agree with him, it is no good, but getting upset over losing something to stop that habit shouldn’t be happening.

“this whole thing just pisses me off,” he tells you as he continues to walk around the bathroom. “i should’ve never started.”

it’s silent for a moment before vinnie yells out something and that’s when you knew he was really upset.

“vin, baby, it’s okay we can—no, we can’t do anything. this is a me thing.” vinnie cuts you off, and when the words come out of his mouth tears immediately well up in your eyes.

you and vinnie are a team, always have and will always will be, it’s how you two work. so when the sentence ‘we can’t do anything’ fell from his lips, you wanted to cry.

you knew you shouldn’t have, and was probably gonna hear it from him after, but you hit his chest out of frustration and walked out of the room.

vinnie watched as you walked away with a slam to the bedroom door, muttering something to himself once the door shut.

he knew it’d end up like this at some point, and he felt like shit for raising his voice at you and making you cry.

hours went by and you were back in vinnie’s room, curled up in his bed with hera laying against your chest.

you hear the door quietly open and you know it’s vinnie, but don’t make an attempt to roll over to face him.

“sweetheart?” you hear as his voice sounds hurt, like he knows what happened hours ago, as if it finally processed in his head.

the mattress dips and that’s when you know he’s laying on the other end of you. vinnie moves some hair that’s in your face and he plants a soft kiss right below your eye.

“i’m so sorry i raised my voice at you, my love,” he starts, making you smile that he’s finally apologizing. “and for making you cry.”

“i just, it’s been tough on me, you know? all the mood swings and shit, but that can’t be an excuse, i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” he explains.

you carefully roll over to face your boyfriend, hera still laying beside you as you do. vinnie carefully reaches up to caress your cheek and smiles.

you lean into his touch and kiss his palm softly. “it’s okay, you just need to remember that you’re not alone in this, i’m with you.” you explain.

vinnie smiles and leans in to kiss you, smiling once the two of you pull away. hera moves out from beside you and that’s when vinnie gently pulls you closer to him.

wrapping his arms around you, you nuzzle into his chest, loving the way he alone can calm you.

“i know,” you hear vinnie speak, the vibration in his chest making you giggle. “i’m still so sorry. i know we’ll find them, i just need to quit this, it’s giving me terrible mood swings.”

it’s silent but vinnie knows you heard him, soon you’re being covered in kisses and you can’t help but laugh.

vinnie hugs you tight after, making you smile and nuzzle into him more, loving being in his embrace.

“i love you, baby, we’ll get through this.” you tell him, looking up at him as you do.

vinnie looks down at you with a smile. “i love you too, i know we will.” he replies kissing you softly once more.

the two of you lie there wrapped in each others arms for awhile, knowing the two of you will in fact get through this.

hii !!! i hope you enjoyed this !! so so proud of vin for sticking to his goal and trying to quit vaping <33

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[pinievsev]

Heyy i saw u have ur requests open for sweet home and OMG I NEEDED TO REQUEST SMTH CUZ THE LACK OF FANFICS IS INSANE.

Could you write something with park chan-young? maybe reader or oc (whatever you prefer) helping him to get on that bus in ep2 and then them meeting later on again?

i never requested anything so i hope this makes sense lmao. Thank you alr and btw ur account is amazing!

loose knots

Park Chan young X GN! older sibling of

Kim Su-Yeong & Kim Yeong-Su! Reader

Genre: Fluff (maybe angst)

Warnings: maybe some cussing, reader smokes . (This is sweet home we're talking about)

A/N: I honestly have no idea what to title this but I stayed up all night watching as much of S2 as I could to come up with something. (Bro reader doesn't know Chan young's name for most of this and I hate using "soldier or officer for him but idk what else to call him. So take a shot for every time you see those words in this.) (AND THANK YOU!!)

© The-Lemon-Boy on Tumblr

You sat in the back of the truck with the remaining survivors of your "group" from the green home.

Eun-yu currently had a gun pointed at one of the officers in the front of the truck, basically forcing them to take you all back to the green home apartment complex.

You understood that she's trying to find her brother, but she's basically killing all of you.

The truck stopped Infront of the apartment complex, most of the building collapsed onto itself leaving a giant gap in the middle of it.

You stayed back as she went inside, hoping to find Eun-hyuk. Watching as ji-su held the gun pointed to the officer, just like eun-yu did.

It all happened quickly, and now you were tied up in the building,you felt the second officer, that was instructed to tie you loosen the knot on your restraints.

"i kept the knots loose. Find a safe place once we leave" he whispered to you and got up, sparing a second glance towards you to make sure you heard him, and left once you nodded.

You looked up, hearing someone coming your way. "Is that?.."

"Ms. Im." Eun-yu finished for you, she walked past you, ignoring you all. Leaving you confused. Hadn't she turned?

You watched as they hit her with the truck, and as that asshole of a soldier was about to light her on fire, his head got impaled with some kind of tentacle.

And you heard something you hoped you'd never hear again. "I can't see!".

You remember when hyun-soo had come to help you and your siblings, you remember that monster, and how it almost killed you. You remember having to keep your hands over your sibling's mouths.

You untied yourself, just like the soldier had said, they were loose and easy to undo.

You got up and slowly walked outside, everyone following you just as slowly, you saw the same soldier that tied you, about to shoot the monster, he glanced as you and you put your finger to your lips shaking your head, telling him to be quiet.

He simply nodded and pointed behind him, at a bus. You led everyone slowly there, and a guy, you never caught his name despite living in the same place for so long, began trying to start the bus.

It worked after a few times but the monster had heard you, the soldier began shooting at it and ran after the bus.

You held onto the door with one hand and extended the other to him, he reached out and after a few tries he caught your hand and you pulled him onto the vehicle.

With a quick "thank you" and a nod to you he took the wheel. And you drove off.

You sat next to the broken window. Looking outside. You turned to eun-yu who sat opposite you after hearing her call your name. A cigarette in her mouth and one in her hand, extended to you. You'd somehow become friends.

"want one?" You nodded and took it with a thankful smile. She handed you her lighter, a green one. You recalled it being sang-wook's.

You placed the cigarette between your lips and lit it, giving her lighter back. She moved to sit next to you, so the smoke wouldn't stay inside the bus.

After finishing your cigarette you fell asleep.

You didn't know how long you had been asleep for but you awoke to eun-yu shaking you.

You exited the bus, following eun-yu, you didn't know why, but you trusted her so you didn't ask her.

You jumped, startled after hearing a gunshot coming from the bus. You ran back, seeing the same man that had started the bus turning into a monster.

The weird man that had entered the bus midway poured some kind of alcoholic liquid on the floor and as soon as the now turned man saw his reflection on it, he started wailing.

It was the most blood curdling scream you'd ever heard, you covered your ears and kneeled down next to your little brother.

As if realisation had hit you like a truck you looked around frantically searching for your sister. The soldier stood Infront of you and your brother, as if to protect you. You looked up at him, tears threating to spill from your eyes.

He looked at you. As reassuringly as he could through his own teary eyes.

Ji-su grabbed the thing that the man had dropped, some kind of explosive? And lit the monster on fire. Killing it.

Once it's screaming stopped you rushed on the bus Yeong-Su right on your trail. You looked around and saw your sister, laying on the floor, lifeless.

"Su-Yeong!" You screamed running towards her kneeling on the ground. The tears actually leaving your eyes. You held her to you with one arm, wrapping the other around your brother who was now crying uncontrollably.

"Su-Yeong..." Your brother cried through his sobs.

You let her go, still crying. And picked up your brother who was screaming for you not to leave her walking outside where everyone was. You shook your head and most of them looked down, holding themselves from crying.

But the soldier. He walked up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry.."

You shook your head, sniffling "don't." He nodded and walked off, you all followed. Your brother still screaming for Su-Yeong.

..

You're now in the stadium, next to eun-yu screaming for ji-su. She simply smiled at you and nodded. You took a deep shaky breath in and hugged eun-yu to you, covering her eyes and looking away yourself.

You heard the chunk of the stadium finally break off. And crush her.

You stood up, pulling eun-yu along, you needed to find your brother.

..

You sat in the makeshift base the platoon had made for the survivors with your brother. Zoned out. Until you heard the alarm go off. Roll call.

You stood up, holding your hand Infront of you, lining up against the wall with everyone else.

The soldiers checked everyone, and the same soldier that had brought you here stood Infront of you. He nodded but you didn't react. He moved along checking everyone else.

Once the roll call was over. Your brother ran off to play and you sat back down. You had nothing to do. You felt weak.

Eun-yu walked past you, waving slightly. You waved back. She was strong. She actually did something. Unlike you. You felt useless.

You saw an old lady struggling to lift something. You stood up and helped her. She thanked you telling you where to place the box. Once that was done you bowed to her and left. You walked around your living area, helping people as much as you could.

Out of the corner of your eye you so the same soldier again looking at you, once he made sure you'd seen him he walked off. You followed him.

He led you behind some kind of staircase. And made sure no one was around before talking.

"I'm Chan young." He said a smile on his face. You scanned his face, he had a nice smile. You noted.

"y/n." (I hate using that.) You replied.

"are you okay?" He asked you placing a hand on your shoulder just like he had done back on the bus.

"as okay as I can be. Are you?" He sighed, looking down for just a moment but you saw him.

"i guess I am. It feels like we're stuck here, my duty is to protect the survivors and it's like I can't even do that properly"

You shook your head making him look at you with a hand on his cheek. "you should focus on protecting yourself as well. Physically and mentally. The conditions we live in are not easy. You of all people should know. I understand you want to protect everyone. But if anything happens to you, no one else will."

He stared at you, processing your words. This is the longest he's ever heard you talked. Your voice was calming to him. As much as what you'd just said to him.

He didn't know what to say. He just nodded at you. "Is that all you know how to do?" You joked, your hand still on his cheek.

"what?"

"nod. You've nodded at me at least a dozen on times in the past week." He chuckled.

"i just, I'm not sure what to say to that." You laughed. And lightly patted his cheek a couple of times before dropping your hand

"you don't have to say anything, just think about what I told you. Chan young."

And with that you were off.

From then on he'd always speak to you when he had time. You'd sneak off at times and talk, about anything. Your lives before the world you know today. Your feelings. Through that, he found you were good at giving advice and even if you didn't know, you always helped him calm down, or forget anything negative that was pestering his mind.

..

Right now you sat on your "bed" looking at your brother playing with a baseball down the hall.

"can we talk?" You looked up, seeing Chan young Infront of you. You nodded and got up, following him to your usual place, one of the secret paths chief Ji had told you about.

You stopped not too far away from where you entered, the only light being his flashlight.

"what's up? Did something happen?" He shook his said at your question and with a *click* the light disappeared. You stood confused.

"Chan you-?" You got cut off, feeling his lips on yours. He pulled away after you didn't react turning his flashlight back on and apologised.

You reached down and turned it off again, making the first move this time. He immediately reciprocated the action.

It was soft and sweet. As if you were a fragile porcelain doll that would break at any point.

But he knew you weren't. You were much more than that. You were the person that helped him through his troubles. The person he'd grow to trust the most during the time you'd spent underground.

"thank you" he said quietly, nearly unheard. But you did hear it. And smiled. "Thank you." You said, putting emphasis on the 'you'.

You heard a light chuckle coming from him before he connected your lips again.

You couldn't possibly imagine what would've happened if he hadn't tied you up loosely back then. And you didn't want to.

..

A/N: and yes. Ladies and gents I thought of a title.

[hopelesslydevoted2paige]

008. feather

pairings: paige bueckers x fem singer!reader

word count: 251

warnings: slight mentions of cheating

su’s notes: heh hi.. its been a while ���� i will probably have more motivation to write future chapters because its gonna start to pick up from here 🙌 also feel free to send requests for the people i write for! im trying to get to all of them :))

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i feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind

“Yeah, I was in a relationship a few months ago.” You smile, leaning back into your chair.

“I see you’ve gotten a lot of hate for that.” The girl interviewing you frowned a little. “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You chuckled lightly. “It’s okay. Uh, actually I’d rather not. I’ve gotten over it and I just wanna move on from the past now. No hard feelings.”

Paige clenched her jaw at her phone screen, trying to ignore the jealousy she felt deep down.

She knew the moment you left her dorm that you had gone to stay with Azzi.

Were the two of you together? Is that why you said you moved on? Was she allowed to feel these things even though her girlfriend was right next to her?

She sighed, placing her phone down on her bed.

Her girlfriend, Amaia, sat up next to her. “You okay?”

Paige runs her hand through her blonde hair. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Wanna go out tonight?” Amaia smiles sweetly. “We can go to the club?”

“I don’t know..”

Amaia groans. “Come on! We’ve been in bed all week!” She pulls away from her arms. “Don’t tell me this is about her new song.”

“No it’s not! Why would you even-“

“Come on Paige! You’ve been in a mood this whole week! We need to do something.” Amaia crosses her arms, glaring down at Paige.

“Fine.” Paige slowly sits up, not wanting to argue with her anymore.

Amaia squeals and pecks her cheek. “I’ll start getting ready!”

floating through the memories like whatever, you’re a waste of time

[7ouls]

im REAAAAALLY sorry for the likje longest wait ever but in the meanwhile i've wiorked on my oc too so i'll prob post abt it soon. sorry if this is short or bad but it took me a long time to get motivation to write this 😓

(this isnt proofread so if u see any mistakes dont mind them i’ll correct them tomorrow cause im too tired)

fem! reader btw

Daisuke never liked to rely too much on other people, he was always told how annoying he can be so that would make him even more of a weight than he already is.

Although he can’t complain when his girlfriend is the one who gets to take care of him. After what happened at the Tulpar you could see big changes in his attitude, he tried to smile at you but you can see that it’s not the same genuine lovely smile he used to give you in the past, when he was still on earth with you.

You were his girlfriend before he got the news from his parents about the internship and no matter how much you tried to convince him to not leave he still did, promising you that he’d come back for you. He wasn’t wrong, but this isn’t what you were expecting.

He had many scars around his body, barely able to move. He was put in a wheelchair for a few months, just until the scars have healed and he could get back in feet.

Daisuke’s parents found him a therapist, ignoring the boy’s wishes not to. Because after all he had you, you were the only one who he opened up with about what happened to all of them, about how guilty he felt for them. You were the one holding him in your arms after he cried on your shoulder for hours, you were the one changing his dirty bandages but most of all you were the one that loved him.

At nights like this you liked to wait until Daisuke was sleeping to leave him on your shared bed and go out your balcony to watch the sky filled with the city’s light, and when days were harder you took the hidden pack of cigarettes and light one up.

As you were watching the sky above your head you felt moving inside the house but didn’t think much of it, as it could be your pet just wandering around.

Your presumption turned out to be wrong as you heard your name be yelled from your bedroom, you quickly get inside to check on the voice and found your boyfriend on the floor. You run to him and slowly get him back on your bed. He pouts seeing your worried face checking for any damage.

“Are you okay? How did you get down there, most importantly why were you th-“ He stops you before you can bombard him with even more questions.

“I’m sorry Y/n, i just needed to drink something and when i saw that you weren’t here i tried to take it myself but i couldn’t...” You could see the disappointment in his eyes, you thought he might be feeling like a weight on your shoulders so you tried your best to comfort him.

“Daisuke look at me. You don’t have to apologise, it’s my fault. I should’ve been there for you but i wasn’t and i’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t force yourself to move too much, the doctors said that your body is still too fragile to sudden movements.” The boy looked at you, the mention of doctors saddened him.

“I’m so tired of these doctors, i sometimes wish you could be the one treating me instead. And the therapist girl always keeps trying to make me spill stuff, is it wrong that i don’t want to talk about it? She keeps asking about you a lot too, she might be thinking that you know more than her.”

“She wouldn’t be wrong, if it makes you feel any better i could try speaking with her.” He tiredly nodded at you and you both get back in bed, drifting off into sleep while holding him.

“Goodnight Y/n, i love you.”

IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS. i weote it in 2 hours so maybe that why its so bad and yea im so tired idek what im saying

[anzulvr]

hii could i please request a little hurt/comfort drabble where reader feels sad during christmas season but forces herself to at least pretend to be happy because karma’s birthday is on christmas day :( but karma notices how her smile doesn’t meet her eyes and stuff and asks reader about it!

Summary: You’re sad on Christmas, Karma x reader (except it’s his birthday.) hurt/comfort GN!reader HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(this is so cute I LOVE THIS REQUEST thank u! Had this in my drafts for a while but waited for Christmas to post)

It had been two years since everything ended. Two years since Korosensei died and all of End class were labeled as victims with some weird-Stockholm attachment to the monster who blew up the moon.

It was strange, seeing everyone care about you when you didn’t need it and remembering how low they thought of you when you were only the reject class of kunugigaoka.

A lot happened in two years, not a long time but considering how quickly everything was moving you hadn’t had time to catch up. Like any special day Christmas wasn’t a good time anymore- something your classmates agreed on. With the impact Korosensei had on your lives it was impossible to celebrate anything without wondering what would have been if you managed to save him. That was only wishful thinking, you couldn’t change the past.

Regardless, today you tried to keep a smile on your face. It was the most important time of the year, Karmas birthday- and Christmas too.

You stared at your poor attempt to decorate the cake you baked with Karma, the frosting written birthday note was almost illegible.

“What’s with the look, you’re writing isn’t that bad.”

You looked up after hearing Karmas voice as if you were pulled out of a trance.

“What look? I know it’s not that bad I was admiring our hard work.”

“More like my hard work, you kept dropping everything! Seriously though, what’s wrong? The whole day I’ve been catching you teary eyed.”

You turned your back to the counter to face him as you set the frosting bag down “I’m fine, today’s your day I’m not going to bother you with my problems. You should enjoy everything to its fullest.”

“I’m not going to enjoy anything if you’re not happy, ‘m not budging tell me why you’re upset.”

Karma was stubborn, you knew him well enough to realized this wasn’t negotiable.

“I don’t know… I was just thinking about how Korosensei can’t spend Christmas with us, and he can’t be here for your birthday. Ever since we killed him, Ive felt so helpless? Like we never did enough.”

He nodded slowly breaking eye contact for a second, “my parents haven’t answered my call today, they’re in Italy right now, all I got was a text saying they were busy and that they’d talk later. I know they haven’t forgotten, it’s kind of impossible when it’s Christmas but still- I hoped they would have time for me today, I know they have more important things to do but It made me think about how Korosensei would’ve been here.”

you nodded in response, “They could still call the days not over… and if they don’t they’ll try to make it up to you…” You could bet they wouldn’t call until the next day but you wanted to reassure him, there wasn’t a lot you could say in this situation that would make him feel better.

“It’s fine, you’re here- and you’re the best company, I had fun today. I just meant Korosensei has done a lot for us he’s proud we pulled that off, he wouldn’t want you to beat yourself up over it.”

“I know you’re right, still I wish I could’ve done more, we should’ve tried harder to save him.”

“We did what we had to. I miss him too, there’s a lot of things I could never repay Korosensei for—”

“Like getting you through senioritis? Or always bringing money in his wallet even though he knew you’d steal it?”

“I meant setting us up together, but sure those were good too.” Karma smiles breaking tenseness of the conversation for moment, “at the time I thought he was being a hassle but without him im not sure id have you right now.”

Suddenly you felt shy laughing it off and covering your face for a moment while you composed yourself, “Yeah he did push for us a lot but I was obsessed with you far before we even ended up in 3-E so you would’ve had me regardless.”

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

“No way in hell, I don’t trust you to not make fun of me. Anyways I didn’t mean to bring up something depressing, we should be smearing cake all over your face right now.”

“Try all you want but it isn’t possible to mess up my face.”

“Wanna bet?” You shake the smile off your face.

“See that’s more I like it, we can enjoy our ugly cake now. And more importantly you can open your gift.”

“What do you mean my gift? It’s your birthday you’re not supposed to buy me stuff!”

“It’s also Christmas … I couldn’t help myself I really wanted to get you something.”

“But now I’m worried my gift won’t live up to yours!”

“[Name] you could give me rocks for all I care and I’d keep them in a safe with multiple locks.”

You gently shoved his shoulder suppressing your laughter, you leaned in to kiss him.

It was impossible to not feel better with him around. This morning you had woken up wishing time could stop for a moment and you ended the day hoping for the same thing but for a completely different reason.

[gh0stcav3]

it is 4:20 am as i write this, im tired as fuck, and i have spent the past like two-ish hours writing lintroller making out. not putting it on ao3, at least not now. it might get a title later, but for now here it is

“You locked the door right, like, positive broski?”

“Yeah man, of course. You know I always do.”

Troy was straddling Lint’s lap, a position Lint had pulled him into. He wasn’t complaining though, he’d take practically any excuse he could get to be as close to Lint as possible. Not that anyone needed to know that. 

They were sitting on Lint’s bed, in his room, with the door locked. Or at least Troy hoped it was. He trusted Lint, but the thought of something happening, someone seeing, made him nervous. Even he could understand it was a stupid thing to be worried about in their own place, in Lint’s room, but that didn’t calm his nerves. 

“Hey, dude look at me,” and Troy could feel Lint’s hand gently guide his head in Lint’s direction, having to tilt it just a bit up to be able to look them in the eye. “You’re okay, you’re safe, yeah? Doors are locked, windows covered, it’s just me and you broski.”

“You and me?” He smiles, and it’s a bit lopsided. Something about being with Lint makes his usual confidence and charm evaporate, making him imperfect. Something no one else could ever see. No one but Lint.

Lint nods, then whispers, “Me and you,” before leaning in to kiss Troy softly. It’s just a small peck and Lint pulls back away. Troy tries to pull himself even closer to Lint, holding onto their arm. Lint takes it as a sign to lean in again, staying there this time. Troy runs his hand down Lint’s arm until he reaches his hand, entangling their fingers together. Lint puts his other hand on the side of Troy’s head, slowly running their hand through his hair as their kiss deepens. 

Troy puts his free hand at the back of Lint’s neck as their mouth moves from his to his jaw, and then down his neck. After a moment Troy can feel Lint’s teeth as they continue to kiss up and down his neck, and Troy puts his hand into Lint’s hair, running through the long ginger strands. 

Lint locks eyes with him for a moment again, his hazel meeting Troy’s blue, before biting down onto Troy’s neck. Not hard enough to hurt but enough for Troy to let out a surprised huff, and Lint can feel Troy’s heartbeat quicken. They look back at him, as if asking if what he was doing was okay, and Troy just barely nods, not wanting to move too much.

It wasn’t particularly hard to make Troy Lougferd blush, at least not for Lint, but that didn’t mean they didn’t still revel in watching Troy’s cheeks turn a dark red, even if it wasn’t a particularly rare sight inside their apartment. The good thing about the higher collar of Troy’s steam sledding uniform was Lint didn’t have to worry too much about any of the potential consequences of right now. They bit down again, a little harder this time. Not by a lot, he wasn’t trying to hurt him, he just wanted to see if he could get a bit more of a reaction, see where the line was.

“Fuck- Lint, dude-“ Bingo. He felt Troy’s hand clench in his hair, pulling it a bit. He sounded out of breath too, and that was a good enough indicator to Lint that he’d successfully gotten Troy to stop worrying about outside of that moment, and had gotten him focused on just them.  

Lint moved his hand to cup Troy’s face as he moved back to his lips. They didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing Troy, ever get tired of the taste and feel. He always tasted like coffee and chapstick, and he’d memorized how Troy’s lips felt against his own. 

He could feel the rapid rise and fall of Troy’s chest as they kissed, he could feel Troy brush through their hair with his fingers, he could feel the beatbeatbeatbeat of Troy’s heart and his own. All he could think is that they’d be okay if they stayed that way for the rest of time. 

Eventually Troy pulled away for air. He rested his head on Lint’s shoulder, and moved to wrap his arms around their torso. Lint had moved a hand to Troy’s back, rubbing small circles around his spine. 

“So, uhm, was that alright?” He knew Troy couldn’t see but they still grinned a bit sheepishly. 

“Yeah, absolutely broski. It was um, it was pretty awesome,” and then quieter, “we should do that more often.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice…I’d like that.”

Lint flopped backwards to lay down, taking Troy with them.

“Dude, you could’ve warned me,” Troy huffed as he situated himself, burrowing into Lint’s side. 

“Yeah, but it’s less fun that way. Hey hold on, I’m gonna turn off the light, alright?”

Troy nods and Lint gets up, walks over towards the door to where the light switch is, and flicks it off. He walks back over to Troy, laying next to him again and pulling the comforter over them both. He resitatues themselves so that they’re in the same position as before he’d gotten up. 

“Good night, love.”

“G’night bug.”

i did proofread this but its also 4 am so do with that what you will

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

hi!!! can u write a sid x reader fic where the reader has a fight with their parents and sid comforts them<3

COMFORT IN THE CHAOS (oneshot)

(SID JENKINS X GN! READER)

⋆★ word count : 585

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ summary : just as the request says, sid comforts the reader after they have a fight with their parents

⋆★ extra : very sorry this took so long,,, im getting to my requests and trying to finish them allll<33

The night was still and cold, thick with the sort of silence that made even the softest sounds echo through the empty park. G/N sat alone on the worn wooden bench, heart racing and hands shaking, a small gasp slipping past their lips as they struggled to catch their breath. The fight at home felt like a blur, a storm of angry words and stifled tears that lingered painfully in their chest. The shouting, the accusations, the way their parents’ faces contorted with frustration—all of it replayed in their mind, relentless and unkind.

They’d barely registered leaving the house, moving on autopilot through darkened streets, guided more by instinct than any conscious decision. By the time they’d arrived at the park, the bitter cold air had pricked at their skin, but they hardly noticed it. They could only think of the things they’d said, the way they’d lost control, and the disappointment that would no doubt linger when they eventually returned home. A fresh wave of anger and shame twisted in their stomach, making their hands tremble even more.

Pulling their knees up to their chest, G/N wrapped their arms around them, trying to keep themselves from unravelling. The park, usually a quiet escape, felt lonely tonight, shadows stretching out like reminders of all the things they couldn’t face. They’d convinced themselves they wanted to be alone—that solitude would be better than pretending everything was fine—but, now, sitting in the cold, they only felt smaller and more isolated.

Footsteps sounded softly on the gravel, growing louder as someone approached. G/N looked up, startled, wiping quickly at their face in a futile attempt to hide any evidence of their tears. Sid stood before them, his expression soft but uncertain, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he was welcome. But the way he looked at them—full of concern and something unspoken—made G/N’s heart ache. They hadn’t realised how much they needed someone until they saw him standing there.

Sid didn’t ask any questions, didn’t probe or press them to explain. Instead, he lowered himself onto the bench beside them, keeping a bit of distance but close enough that they could feel his warmth. For a moment, they both sat in silence, Sid’s presence somehow easing the sharpness of G/N’s thoughts.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sid reached out, his hand finding theirs, his fingers wrapping around them gently. His grip was warm, steadying, and G/N’s shoulders sagged a little as they felt a flicker of comfort. They shifted closer, resting their head against his shoulder, allowing the simple weight of his presence to anchor them.

Sid stayed quiet, but his other arm lifted slightly, curling around G/N’s shoulders in a hesitant embrace. They could feel his heartbeat, steady and calming, and each silent beat seemed to soften the harshness of their thoughts. G/N’s hands eventually stopped shaking, though they kept holding onto him as though he were a lifeline.

“Look,” Sid murmured after a while, voice barely above a whisper. “I dunno what happened, but… you’re not on your own, alright?” He gave their hand a gentle squeeze, almost as if he was reassuring himself as much as them. “Whatever’s going on, you don’t have to face it by yourself.”

G/N didn’t respond right away. The words seemed to melt into them slowly, offering a comfort they hadn’t realised they’d been searching for. They closed their eyes, letting themselves sink into the warmth of Sid’s quiet reassurance, their breath finally beginning to slow.

[whichwaywest]

Ghost x f!reader

Hi friends! I’m not used to writing in second person, so this was a fun change in POV. Just a little brain worm that I wanted to jot down.

TW: angst, light description of major bodily injury, mild smut

MDNI

- - -

The street lamps have just come on when he appears on your doorstep.

A fine mist hangs in the air when you open the door, jerking your chin to direct him inside. You pull your cardigan more tightly around you.

Heavy footsteps move slowly to the warm glow of your small kitchen, and you carefully avoid the wet spots on the floor left by his military-issue boots.

Without speaking, you move to put the kettle on, trying to remember how he takes his tea. It’s been what, six months since he was last here? You can’t remember exactly, but you know it was warmer.

You twist your head, barely looking back over your shoulder.

“Been a minute, hasn’t it?”

He grunts in agreement, and you don’t press any further. He wouldn’t tell you what he’s been up to even if you asked, anyway.

You carefully lower yourself into the chair across from him, acting as if he’d spook if you moved too quickly. Perhaps he would. It usually took a few minutes for him to find his voice whenever he came to see you.

You meet his gaze with your own. His eyes look thoughtful, though you can’t read his expression with certainty while he wears that balaclava. You move your gaze over his hulking figure, almost comically large in your kitchen chair with a few remaining pieces of his tactical gear still tethered to his form.

“You been alright, then?”

You flick your eyes upward at the question, lifting a corner of your mouth in amusement at his gruff tone.

“Yes, been fine. Can’t say much has happened since last time.”

He grunts again before returning to silence. You set to begin your eyes’ journey over his person one more when you are jerked out of your reverie by the kettle’s whistle. Simon is, of course, unaffected by the noise.

You know the sorts of noises he’s used to hearing, and the tea kettle is a paltry comparison.

It had taken you quite some time to get used to anything other than noise when you first returned home from the service. You’d grown accustomed to the constant chatter and movement around the base where you were stationed, and in your early days of discharge you would frequently think back to a time where you would have given anything for a moment of uninterrupted solitude.

You knew Simon wouldn’t be away from work long enough to begin to find the quiet comforting.

You bring a steaming pair mismatched mugs to the table, setting one in front of Simon. You’ve added one lump to his, which you vaguely remember is his preference. You blow gently on your cuppa as you settle back into your chair.

“How are the boys?” You ask, slowly turning your spoon in the liquid in front of you. Simon pauses, and you’re not quite sure if it’s hesitation he’s feeling as he moves to pull the balaclava off of his head.

Surely you’re well past that discomfort by now.

Still, you wait for him to speak before raising your eyes to his face. He clears his throat and shrugs one shoulder.

“They’re good. Been busy lately, I reckon I’m sick of hearing wee Soap run his mouth,” He paused before continuing, “… he asked after you.”

That made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. Completely abandoning your former colleagues had never been your intention, but the woven fabric of their lives and yours had become polar opposites practically overnight.

It’s not like you were sure how to start a letter with anything other than “Hey mate, how’re things? Been doing just fine since my leg got blown off.”

You wince as you bring your hand down to rest on the metal joint at your knee.

“Did he now? And what did you tell him?”

Simon shook his head. “Price. Told ‘im that to his knowledge, you were doing well. Offered to check on you.”

“And that’s why you’re here?”

You think Simon might shake his head again, but he remains still, steely gaze fixed on you.

“You know it’s not.”

You simply nod in response. Of everybody, you knew that Simon was the least likely to take pity on you, at least outwardly. It was partially the reason why you entertained these periodic visits, but made no real effort to stay in touch with the remaining team members.

The two of you fall into a companionable silence. You have grown to appreciate the similarities with which you approached conversation with each other. He didn’t ask after your traumas, and you didn’t ask after his.

You sip your tea, wondering if Price would ask Simon about you. You didn’t think he knew about these visits, but perhaps he suspected. You wouldn’t really be bothered either way; it wasn’t in Price’s nature to pry.

Simon’s chair creaks as he moves to stand, slightly stiff from the cold and physical exhaustion. He moves slowly over to your side of the table, as if you would spook this time, and offers his gloved hand to help you stand. He pulls you flush against him as you rise from your seat.

You swallow heavily in anticipation of the other reason for these infrequent drop-ins.

Your eyes immediately go to his lips. Thin, a bit dry, with a scar running noticeably through the top one. He’s got more stubble than you’re used to seeing him with, and you raise your free hand to stroke his strong jaw, muscles working underneath your touch.

In these moments, you don’t mind being treated as fragile. Your stomach flutters at the way his arms wrap around you as if you might break before he slowly brings his lips down to brush against your own.

You allow yourself to melt into Simon’s embrace. With practiced fluidity, he eases his tongue between your parted lips, deepening the kiss.

You remember being surprised when you’d learned years ago that Simon was a damn good kisser - back when he was still Ghost to you. Something about his stern disposition and intimidating stature had given you the impression that not many women would have the balls to come onto Simon Riley. Soap and Gaz had often spoken of their conquests both on and off-base, but Simon had never joined in their banter. Clearly his love life (or perceived lack thereof) was something he kept as private as the rest of his life.

You’d been younger and angrier when Simon first kissed you, burning with a desire to prove yourself to your team. You had been the kind of soldier to push yourself past every possible limit if it was done for the greater good of the group. The harsh physical and mental demands meant that your emotional range shortened to include a simmering rage as it’s primary member. Simon had once asked you what you were so angry at.

You remember feeling surprised at his question. “Nothing,” you’d replied. Everything, you’d meant.

You could laugh now if your mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. You had no idea what it meant to be angry back in those days. No clue that eventually, anger just turns into exhaustion, then resignation.

Simon tightens his grip on you and groans as you sink your teeth into his lower lip. You tangle your fingers in his sandy hair, encouraged by his response.

It might have been a few months, but you clearly still knew what worked.

You gasp for air as Simon breaks your kiss, nostrils flaring in an effort to manage his breath. He lifts his hand, bringing his fingers to rest under your chin as he tips your face further up towards his.

“Shall we head upstairs then, love?”

You nod, not removing your eyes from his.

Your shared regard is broken when he suddenly reaches down to lift you into his arms as if you weigh nothing. He keeps one arm wrapped around your back, the other beneath the crook of your knee, not hesitating to grip your prosthetic in his massive hand as if it were the flesh of your thigh.

He never was afraid to address the elephant in the room.

Simon always carries you upstairs for this part. You never protest, never attempt to follow him on foot. You allow him to pull you against his chest, close enough to hear the heavy beating of his heart.

Ironically, it had been the sound Simon’s heartbeat that had told you that you were alive when you were pulled from the collapsed building in Fallujah. You were so disoriented that at first you’d thought that you’d maybe just woken up from a particularly strange dream, but the deafening noise and heat around you instantly made you question if you weren’t just burning to death.

Simon had carried you away from it all, through the worst of it. He hadn’t said anything about your blood practically covering the whole of him.

That night was when he stopped being Ghost to you.

Simon always lowers you to the bed with a deceptive gentleness that belies his large build. You let out a content sigh as you feel his hands and lips move across your figure. He’s removing your clothing quickly, and you see no reason to delay, so you lift yourself to assist.

You already know that Simon will push your body to its limits for the next several hours to come. He will take his time, first bringing you to completion with his fingers, then his tongue. He’ll grip your hair in his fist as you take him in your mouth, whispering filthy words of encouragement as he thrusts as far as your throat will allow.

He’ll want to take you from behind first, laying you flat on your stomach and covering your body with his. You don’t at all mind the sensation of Simon becoming a weighted blanket, and bask in the feeling of him gripping your waist as he angles himself against your ass cheeks.

He’s always mindful of your physical limitations when your bodies join over and over again, sometimes spooning you to his front or pulling you to lie atop him, back against his chest as he thrusts upward into you.

He’ll want to finish with you on your back, peppering your face with soft kisses as he brings you to your peak. He’ll alternate between curses and praise as you scream your final climax before burying himself to the hilt and spilling himself inside you.

Then, he’ll pull you against him so you can once again hear the pounding of his heart. If he’s feeling especially territorial, he’ll use his fingers to push whatever spend has leaked from your pussy back into you.

You’ll lie there chest to chest, legs tangled together. Warm skin against cool metal.

You rarely speak afterwards, oftentimes so tired that you immediately fall asleep in Simon’s arms. He’s teased you before for snoring, but it’s hard not to allow yourself to relax fully when you have him with you as you sleep.

He’ll rise before you in the morning, moving practically in silence as he pulls his clothes and gear back on. You enjoy drowsily watching his muscles and hands flex as he dresses himself. He always bends to kiss you on the forehead before heading downstairs to once again don his mask when he goes back into the waiting world.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, love.”

Good thing you’re used to the quiet that is left behind once he leaves.

You’ve no idea how long it will be before you see him again. Sometimes it’s only a few weeks, other times it’s several months. You get no warning for when he will arrive, and you sometimes wonder if you haven’t missed him knocking when you were out of the house. You’ve allowed yourself to believe, by some miracle, that each time he visits you is not the last.

You’re always surprised at how it feels like you’ve lost a little part of yourself each time Simon leaves your home. This is a sensation you’re well familiar with, you’ve lost more pieces of yourself than you care to remember.

At least there’s hope that this one will return to you when it can.

[ficswjackson]

‘forever and a day’ | s.s & gn!reader.

a/n: this is my first proper piece of writing for like 12 years & im trying to get back into it. but i am aware it’s kind of all over the place & there’s not really a point to this, but we all start somewhere right? i am also aware i am in a predominantly marauders fandom, so if you see this & don’t want to read it - please just skip past it ! ‼️💓

pairing & tagline - professor severus snape & gn!herbology professor. it is talking about their future and also about their early relationship together. it is kind of all over the place, but i quite like it.

608 words - fluff & early relationship stuff. tried to keep it as gender neutral as i could.

‘you know what i am excited for?’ Severus murmured lightly, brushing his fingers lightly across your cheek as you both laid on the grass by the black lake, watching the sunset together.

‘this may be juvenile to admit, but i am so very grateful and fortunate that i get to spend the rest of my life with you’ he murmured slowly and quietly, making sure that only you were able to hear. ‘i really could not think of anything better than being able to spend the rest of my life with you, even if we end up living the most mundane life ever, it would never be boring as i would have you’.

Severus would tilt your head up, as he finished talking just watching you. his eyes would scan over your face taking in all the small details, which other people might not have noticed such as the light freckles which scatter over your nose, or the way that your lashes curl upwards, the fact that your eyes have small dark blue specs in them. he notices all of you, and he treasures it.

Until he met you, he never thought that he would love anyone after lilly. but you changed that, you with your quiet attitude & your ability to hide in the background, slowly started to pique his interest. he would start to pay more interest in you, watching you as you lived your life in the castle, teaching your classes and interacting with your students.

He would find anyway to be able to talk with you, providing you with potion ingredients for your practical herbology lessons or just being there if you needed to ask questions to anyone. over time, unbeknownst to him, he would slowly be falling for you and the simple kindness that you displayed to him, which he did not expect.

He would hide his feelings from you, never even hinting that he felt any romance towards you, as he did not want to risk the chance of loosing you as a friend. He would not make the first move, but he would instead leave you to do it and even after you admitted it, he would be skeptical around you at first, in case it was a practical joke.

But as time passed, Severus would realise that the feelings were reciprocated & it would encourage him to let his guard down around you. Early relationship with Severus would be very tumultuous and slow, but you would both make the most of spending any time that you could together. You both necessarily keep it a secret, but instead you would just get to know each other quietly, until it naturally came out, as you both were relatively quiet yourselves.

As you two got more serious, talks about the future started to happen more often leading to discussions about marriage or even having a family together. Severus confided in his worries about being a father, due to his abusive upbringing and you would do anything to ensure him that he would be an excellent father. The life that you two started thinking about, would be beautiful, pure and quiet. It is safe to say that you were both excited about that as well.

‘i am so very excited to spend the rest of my life with you too, Severus.’ You would answer back, looking over at him, as he stroked your cheek while talking to you. ‘Anything we do, will be something to look forward too. I cannot wait, I am so fortunate to have you’. You would then shift to lie against him slightly. ‘I will love you always, forever and a day’.

[ratt-king]

Im scared of Crow, so im (not) writing Darry suffering after getting shot... Please dont hurt me. i have an au to write 🙏

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Fighting Keith was not on Darry's list of things to do today! Fighting wasn't on it at all, but still, Ponyboy was missing. Nobody knew what was going on, and this was his last chance of getting any answers. All he had to do was keep Keith here until he gave up. But when he was tackled and forced to the ground, he saw what Keith saw, the gun aimed at the two of them.

He couldn't just let him get away though. They just took Ponyboy from him! He was too busy chatting up that blondie to notice that guy leading talking to Steve and Soda. He got too comfortable and didn't notice Pony disappearing in the crowd.

Slyvia, Dally, and Steve were in a car trying to get him back, and Darry was just fighting against the guy he'd asked on a date. He felt the blood dripping down Keith's nose. Darry heard the crunch of his arm and how his ankle popped. What if he killed him? What if Darry got too lost in the fight and Keith died the same way his father did?

"I- I can't get a clear shot!" Tim yelled.

The adrenaline helped pin Keith down, and as Tim steadied his arm, he felt himself get thrown but didn't push back. The bullet went right into his shoulder, and he felt himself shout, unable to hear it over the sound of Keith's feet hitting the ground as he ran.

"No... NO!" He yelled as Tim rushed to his side, "Tim, you can't let him leave! They have Pony!"

He could see Tim's mouth moving. Feeling the way Tim brushed his hair out of his face and how Soda tried to stop the bleeding. He begged them to find Ponyboy, even as the world began to spin, and Johnny came in running.

His arm felt like it was falling off. It was a burning pain as he felt it slowly ebb away, starting from his fingertips. He could feel the bullet lodged in his shoulder every time he breathed. His body begged him to stop as he forced his arm to try and push him up. Even Johnny, probably one of the weakest people on their team, could keep him down.

He was pathetic. He couldn't save his brother or himself. Was he dying? He couldn't feel pain over the guilt. Usless and desperately trying to protect his family. Failing at that too. Pony got kidnapped, and he's putting Tim and Soda through more heartache because he was weak. He should've listened to Tim.

Maybe that was his curse. His father protected his family until his last breath, using them to make sure he could give Darry directions. He told Darry not to make his same mistakes. Not to get too comfortable, to always be strong and keep them all safe.

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Tim was pacing a hallway as he waited to see what would happen to Darry. Johnny had kicked him and Soda out so he could focus on treating Darry. Soda was sitting against the on floor, quietly thinking about what happened. It was a terrible view, people going in and out, sheets or bandages soaked in crimson being disposed of. Seeing Darry in a pool of his own blood would haunt Tim for a while, knowing he caused it.

He heard Slyvia's car pull in quickly as footsteps got quicker and louder, "Tim! Darry! Get over here now!"

Tim watched as Steve dragged a bleeding Dallas past him, Soda ignoring Slyvia to help Steve carry Dallas. This wasn't meant to happen! This alliance was meant to ensure safety. He was supposed to finally be able to enjoy a day without having to constantly watch his back!

"The Holdens have Ponyboy right now." Sylvia panted, her eyes flicking to Dally a couple of times. "They want to negotiate a deal with Darry for more territory and to have a say in their descions. Where is he?"

"He got shot... What happened to Dally? How did you get this information?" Tim asked as Slyvia finally caught her breath.

Sylvia huffed, masking the concern in her voice with anger. "His dumbass got himself shot while trying to pop their tires. But the big guy got shot?"

Tim hated this. He was supposed to be cuddling his boyfriend in bed right now, not chewing his lip as he waited to see if he would be okay. Not having to talk to Slyvia about ransoms. Not bonding with Slyvia over being worried for their lovers. Never that, it gave him chills just thinking about it.

Tim finally spoke, the nerves finally getting to him. "It was me... I was just- I failed m-"

"Tim, mistakes happen! No good comes from panicking." She soothed, a reassuring hand on Tim's back. "You of all people should know that... I'll go talk to Soda then. Let me know what happens to the big guy and Dally."

Slyvia left to go find Soda, Tim was kind of surprised she didn't jump at the chance to make fun of him.

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Darry woke up finally. He saw Johnny, who was so relieved to see him open his eyes. He expected pain to settle into his right arm, but he couldn't feel anything. Nothing, not even the air or the stitches in his shoulder. Johnny clearly saw his panic and rushed to keep him lying down, not letting him sit up.

"Hey! Darry, you can't get up yet. Just stay there." Darry stopped to look at the phone in his hand. "I'm just calling Tim. He wanted to be here the moment you woke up."

Darry let out a dry laugh, Tim, he almost forgot about Tim. Darry felt a pain in his chest as he wondered what Tim must think. He must think Darry was pathetic, weak, incapable. He must be laughing at Darry as Johnny calls him. He must be telling Johnny to let him down nicely, that he's not going to stay with someone who can't even protect himself, let alone a whole other person.

Darry was brought out of his thoughts as the door opened frantically, and Tim was there. Breathless, sweaty, and looking at Darry as if he was something precious. Tim just sat with Darry for a bit as Johnny explained exactly what happened to Darry. Tim was anxiously tapping his leg, and Darry wished he could put a hand on his leg to stop him. But for some reason, his arm wasn't cooperating with his brain.

The bullet had caused a lot of swelling, which put pressure on Darry's nerves, and his arm would be paralyzed for a while. He may have to relearn how to use his arm if it got worse. The idea of having to rely on others and being helpless terrified Darry.

Darry tried to force his arm to move and convince himself that it wasn't true. He couldn't move his arm, though. It stayed still. He couldn't even feel the way Tim rubbed his thumb against his bicep. He watched Tim do it unconsciously, and he still couldn't feel it. Darry would give anything to be able to tell Tim it was okay, that he was okay but he wasnt.

Johnny left to go check on Dallas and also track down Soda to talk to him. It left Tim and Darry alone with nothing but the sound of Tim's tapping.

"You're going to get yourself killed someday, Mr. Curtis," There was a poorly hidden tone of concern underneath the joke, "I hate to say it, but I really like you more alive."

Darry looked at Tim as Tim curled Darry's fingers to hold his hand. "I couldn't just not put up a fight."

"Of course not, but you didn't have to fight."

Darry felt a bit offended, suggesting he let someone else do his job? Tim's called him weak before but never so blatantly. Never like this. Tim really had no ground to stand on. They exported most of the workload on allies and worked as a puppeteer force.

"I won't let another person fight my battles, Tim." With some effort, Darry sat upright. "You might be okay with that, but I can't live knowing I sent someone off to get hurt or die."

The air got thicker as Tim gave him a sharp look, Darry knew more than anyone else why Tim was able to send people off. Tim was forced to get rid of any emotional connections. He wasn't even allowed to worry about his siblings. Countless nightmares of them dying or being taken plagued him, Darry knew that.

"Are you saying I'm lazy?" Tim relaxed his hold on Darry's hand.

"I'm saying you're awfully comfortable with letting other people get hurt if it means you won't."

There was a long pause as Tim's face fell. Darry was his boyfriend, the love of his life, but a part of Tim wished he stayed unconscious a bit longer. If just an hour or two longer. Just so he could pretend that it didn't hurt to know what Darry felt.

"Im protecting my family, just like how you protect yours, except I make sure that I'll stay with them." Tim said as he retracted his arm.

Darry winced at his hurt tone, Tim was right. Darry may be protecting his family, but he puts himself at risk and only cares about their safety. If anything, Tim cares more about his family because he doesn't let them go through the heartbreak or burden of losing him.

"If I'm so unethical, why are you still here? Tell me." Tim waited, being met with silence. "We've got one life, and I want live for more than to just survive."

Darry brought his good arm to rub a drying tear off of Tim's face.

"That's just how I live." There was a knock on the door, barely being registered as Darry continued, "If you wanted an easy time, you should've picked anyone else."

"It would take three people to make my life easy. You should know that it's a lot to handle." Tim laughed breathlessly.

Darry nodded. He couldn't help but spit out everything that was on his mind. Maybe whatever painkillers Johnny had him on did this. Tim was uncharacteristically kind too. Maybe their mutual coming down from the adrenaline high did this. Tim hugged Darry tightly. It felt weird not to feel Tim's arms over his.

"I was finally proud of myself when my parents picked me as the second in command." Darry didn't move to hug back, "Now they're both gone, and so is Ponyboy. How can you even trust me?"

"I saw something in you." Tim shrugged, giving Darry a kiss on the cheek. "It was your muscles."

The knocks got a little louder, Johnny coming in and Soda yelling from further away. "They brought back Ponyboy! What do we do with him!?"

Tim moved quickly onto his feet and ran out with Darry's encouragement. Johnny put Darry's arm in a sling for now, then he followed behind Johnny. There was Paul, hands raised as Steve held a gun to the back of his head. Pony had swollen knuckles, a busted lip, holding his chest, and his hair was still damp.

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Darry's head was killing him, but he ran to Ponyboy immediately. He gave him a tight hug, as tight as he could with only one arm. Sodapop also jumped into the hug, making Ponyboy wince slightly. Once he was sent off with Johnny, Darry refocused his attention on the blond man still there.

Erm ack shually... im tired of editing this part, so this is the final form! This is a special part for gramps and crow because i said so. I hope you like it because it was torture 😒 (I had a lot of fun)

[leixwhite02]

how do you sleep?

synopsis: when rafe cheats on reader she can’t comprehend how he can sleep at night when she’s up thinking

warnings: major angst, cheating, mention of sex, no fluffy ending, just pure angst

a/n: i kinda got sad writing this ngl… but i love angst fics when im angry and rn i’m angry 😭

part 2

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it’s been a full week since you found rafe in bed with another girl, to say you were still hurting was an understatement. she was pretty, and looked nothing like you… makes you stay up late at night thinking if he ever loved you.

which is where you’re at now, you glance over at your clock on your nightstand next to your bed. 3:25 am, you don’t remember when was the last time you got a full nights sleep since it’s happened. your up wondering if he’s thinking about what he did, or even giving you a single thought. you sit there and think why you? you thought he loved you… as you’re thinking flashbacks come back to you.

your just now coming home from a long day at work ready to cuddle next to rafe and forget about today. you’re day has been shitty and all you need is your boyfriend.

as you make your way upstairs assuming that’s where he is being no where else in the house. as your walking up the stairs you think your hearing things, hearing a girls moans…

slowly you make your way up the stairs making little to no noise, as you turn the handle and open the door you see what you thought was the unspeakable, rafe and a blonde model like girl having sex, in your bed…

you shake the flashbacks out of your head before it gets too much, wiping the tears that have fallen down your face. you don’t know why you’re still hurting even after a week but you can’t believe rafe who preached he loved you daily, all of it was a lie.

you lay in bed for another 40 minutes deciding that maybe some water might help you sleep, as your going down the stairs all you can think about as you look around your apartment, all the moments you and rafe shared before all went to hell.

rafes pov

i dread everyday without her, why did i have to be so stupid and make a drunken mistake? he wonders if she’s off with someone new or sleeping peacefully without him there. he’s thought about his choices over the past week, trying to forget but never could.

as he lays in bed, he stares at his ceiling then at the girl laying next to him in bed. he regrets keeping her after the fight with y/n but he needed a distraction. she’s probably off at clubs grinding up against the men anyways, he thinks as he looked at her.

rafe couldn’t even remember her name, all he could think about was y/n, she was the only thing on her mind and he needed to fix things with her as soon as he could. but would she be willing to take him back after everything?

as rafe ponders over what he should do he get out of bed and moves to the en-suite in his room. he looks at himself in the mirror, looking back at him was the monster that hurt a sweet girl.

“fuck” he mutters to him self, deciding to splash water on his face to cool himself down. he walks out of the en-suite and out of the bedroom he walks downstairs to the living room. maybe he should reach out to her? try and fix everything.

that’s exactly what he does, grabbing his phone out of his pocket he pulls up her contact to send her a text. he thinks for a while about what he’s going to say to her, does he send her a long paragraph on being sorry or start simple with a hey?

after thinking for a while he type out the text he wants “hey, can we talk?” and sends it going back upstairs to tell the girl in his bed that she needs to leave.

a/n: sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, if you want me to write a part 2 i can when i get the chance! i hope you guys enjoyed this, being my first writing, i would love feedback on how i can make my writing better!

[bueckerrss]

P.S. I’ll always love you

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

-> warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it

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dear y/n,

i know it’s been three years since i last wrote a letter for you and i’m sorry about that, i’ve been extremely busy these couple of years never actually having time to sit down and write a letter.

a lot has happened in these past few years i met a beautiful woman named ophelia, she has beautiful long brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes, a beautiful smile and a gorgeous personality.

i know i said that after you i would never fall in love again but something about her attracted me and i started going out with her, i felt guilty for weeks after i realized i actually liked her because i felt like i let you down, i felt like i was cheating on you even if you aren’t here with me anymore.

everyone likes her but i know they have one thought in the back of their heads “she’s not y/n” and i know that because i have that thought too, she’ll never be you and she could never take your place no matter how hard she tried.

she knows that she could never replace you and she doesn’t try taking your spot in my heart, that’s one of the things i love about her, she understands that you have a special place in my heart, she actually asks me about you she always asks to hear stories about you or how you were, i tell her the things i remember because im not going to lie to you you’re slowly fading from my memory and i hate it.

i hate how i can’t remember your voice anymore, i hate how i can’t remember the sound of your laugh, i hate how i can’t remember the way you say my name, i hate how i can’t recall the way you would speak to trevor, the way you would speak to little kids, the way you would look at me when i would jokingly say no to movie nights and cuddles i regret that day.

i honestly had it so good with you and i didn’t realize it until i lost you, i wish i had gone to that appointment with you to see why you were feeling sick that day , i remember when you got into the accident i was running down the ICU hallway praying that you were still alive once i got there i was with you for approximately five minutes before your monitors started beeping that’s when my heart stopped i remembered being pushed out of the room by nurses telling me they needed to do tests on you and i couldn’t be in the room.

after what felt like hours i got the horrible news that you were no longer with us, that’s when my world came crashing down. i thought this was just a horrible nightmare that i would soon wake up from but now its been 4 years and i’m still in this horrible nightmare.

last time a song you used to love started playing and i like to think that it was you telling me that you’re okay and that i should stop worrying about you or how you’re doing. that song made me remember the time i stayed at your house and it was past two in the morning you decided we should get some snacks, we were in your kitchen getting the snacks when that song started playing it was playing lowly so i was surprised you even heard it but you had me dancing with you the only source of light we had coming from the fridge.

that day constantly plays in my mind and at this point i think that’s the only memory i have left of you but deep down i know there’s more things i remember about you but i just can’t seem to find them the only times i do remember are when nick or matt mention them.

that’s all i have to say for this letter since i’m running out of time and words but just know that i’ll try better on my next letter, i mean it’s not like you’re reading them but still i like to think that you moved away and you are receiving them.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I’ll always love you.

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ummmmm hey yall this is the long awaited part dos so hopefully yall liked this 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @sturnioloslurps @hearts4chris

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