#but it still hurts my head so gentle block

[vcnillazelda]

𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺： 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴： 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧， 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨， 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

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“no.” your boyfriend, vance hopper, deadpans. his face is stony and serious. “please vance!” you beg, holding the hair brush up. “nope.” vance crosses his arms, turning his head away like a fussy child. “vance, come on. it won’t hurt you.” you step closer, going to gently comb it through his hair. “do not.” vance snaps, raising his hand to block you. “come on, vancey, please? when’s the last time you brushed that mane anyway?” you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and he sighs. “no. i’m not having that thing pull my hair out!” vance steps away from you, turning his back. “it won’t. i’ll be very gentle.” you step closer, grasping a small lock of his hair. “hey, what are you-?!”

the brush does it’s best to pull through vance’s thick hair, but gets stuck. your lover yelps, shoving you back. “what the fuck?!” he whines, trying to tug the hairbrush out of his hair to no avail. it was definitely stuck. “come here, baby. i’ll help you.” you step forward again, grasping the brush handle. “no i got it.” vance smacks your hand away, and so you give him a little space. he grunts as he tugs hard, the brush not moving through the thick knot. “vance, let me help.” you sigh, patting your bed. huffing, he sits down beside you, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. “i’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” grasping your brush, you carefully detangle the bristles from his hair; watching him carefully for any reactions. “do you want me to take care of this?” you ask, showing vance where the brush got stuck. “fine… just- be careful.” he snaps, watching you get your comb as well as your brush.

“sit still. i’ll try not to pull too much.” you tilt vance so he was facing away, pulling all of his messy curls over his shoulders so you had full access. carefully, you pull the brush through the lighter areas, getting rid of a few smaller knots. vance sighs heavily, and you assume it’s because he’s unhappy. “almost done. i’m gonna get the larger knots out and then brush through to make sure it’s completely detangled.” you assure him, and the blonde grumbles something in response. gently picking at the knots with your comb, you flinch every time vance hisses, not wanting him to get too upset. “almost done.” you mumble, finally pulling through the knot with ease. running the brush through vance’s hair once more to get rid of the smaller knots, you put your brush and comb down; gently hugging vance’s shoulders. “all done.” you tell him, gently kissing his neck. “thanks..” vance mutters, leaning back against your. “no problem. it wasn’t too bad, right?” your lips graze over vance’s ear. “i guess not…” he sulks, tangling his fingers with yours. “so you’ll let me do it more often?” you tease, kissing his cheek. “fuck no!” vance responds, and you can’t help but laugh. you know that either way vance would let you do it eventually.

[dollwritesarchive]

𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈 ⎹ 𝓑.𝓗.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ the boy (2016) / @dollshorror-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄ��ᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ brahms heelshire x chubby!nanny!reader ( f )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ basically all smut, mentions of surgery ( written with a hysterectomy in mind ) and pain, oral sex ( f!receiving ), fluff, “baby” talk

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.9k / mini musing

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you were in so much pain.

you take in a shaky breath, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. the light from the moon spilled through the open curtains and illuminated the hour hand pointing at the three. three in the morning.

three in the morning and Brahms hadn’t moved, with both arms hugging your thighs together, his head resting against your lower belly. at first, it hadn’t been so bad; he was gentle, just excited that you’d come home. he kept repeating, “You came back. You came back to me.” until he’d fallen asleep. you knew he’d been worried— he’d even cried when you first told him you had to go away for the doctors to work on your tummy. he pleaded and sobbed and tried desperately to keep you from leaving; but you were able to calm him down with a promise of returning. you wouldn’t ever leave him, but everyone else had so you knew why he was so scared. but now, he was dead weight on you.

your fingers come through brunette curls as you try to nudge his head off of you, but the gentle coaxing only has him nuzzling harder, and you wince. “Brahms,” you whisper, petting him firmer, “baby, can you… can you get up for me?”

he stirs, shifting atop you, and hums softly, confused and drowsy.

“You’re hurting me.” you didn’t want to tell him that, but you felt like he was tunneling a hole through your guts with his head. “I just— just need you to move your head, baby.”

he hears you, and responds by snapping his head up to stare at you in the dark. “It hurts?” he asks, concerned.

you nod, brushing his hair back, “Do you remember what I told you? What the doctor said? That I have to be really careful with my tummy for a while?”

you could hear a shaky breath on his lips, and even with naught but the pale moonlight, you could see his eyes brimming with hot tears at the prospect of hurting you. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, dipping his head to ghost the porcelain over your bare belly, being extra delicate around the stitches. “I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt anymore.”

you were holding your breath when the nose of the mask brushed over the stitches, worried that he’d not be gentle enough, but it only stings a little bit. “‘S okay, baby.” you assured him, trying to get comfortable, “You just can’t lay on me like that for a while.”

“I promise I won’t do it again,” he continued, and you could hear him choking on his tears, “and— and— and I’ll make it up to you! I’ll make you feel good…”

he palms your thigh, rubbing the flesh in firm circles, wanting to persuade them to open as he shifts to sit on his knees.

“Brahms,” you bite down on your lip, pushing your knees together, “remember what else the doctor said?”

he pauses, looks at you, and nods.

“What did he say?”

“No playtime until you don’t hurt anymore.”

and yet? yet, he still pried your legs apart and nuzzled between them. “I just want…” your legs were shaking by his head, your heart pounding. you could only imagine the excruciating pain that would come with trying to sleep with Brahms too soon after your surgery. he reaches up with both hands, prying the mask off to set it by your feet. you feel your heart leap into your throat, looking down at him. even though he trusted you, he rarely took his mask off— it made him feel his safest, but the few times that you’d been blessed to look upon his countenance, you always found yourself breathless. it wasn’t the burns or the one, cloudy eye, but it was his beauty that shone through both. “I just want to kiss it better. Like you do with my pain.”

“You don’t have to—oh!” you were going to protest, but he was already pressing his face against your panties, rubbing against the cotton, inhaling deep and smacking his lips. both of your hands found his hair and gripped it at the root as you felt a pooling in your lower belly, “I— Brahms…” you draw your lower lip into your mouth to suck hard as he kisses your clothed sex, already panting, already moaning. he was working himself up at the same time as you.

maybe you should’ve told him to stop; that you would rather recover and then play, but he just felt so right between your thighs, grinding the bridge of his nose between your folds, and you were soaking a patch through your panties. you were giving in, lust taking over your better judgement, and he wasn’t helping— squirming on his belly and hugging your thighs close to each side of his head. you shift against him, arching your back to jut your hips and grind your panty-clad core against his eager face, muffling his happy moan, smothering him in your scent. “Just… just your mouth, okay, baby? Promise me that you just wanna kiss it.”

he looks up at you, pupil blown out, his mouth open and lapping at the cotton. you let out a weak moan from the display alone. “I just… I just wanna kiss it.” he repeats, submissively.

you nod, slow, and gesture to the panties, “Okay… take these off, and be gentle, okay?”

he does as instructed, snorting hot air on your legs as he pulls the panties down them; he sits back on his calves to unhook each of your feet and toss the panties aside, before kissing your ankle, crouching back down. “Mm… love your taste…” he murmurs, dragging his open mouth over the flesh of your leg and careening over your knee to kiss and suck on your thigh, slithering on his belly back to your core. “I love to kiss your pussy.”

his lips smack, wet and glossy, against your weeping folds and you whimper, giving his hair a little tug. “Kiss it good for me, baby…” you plead, no longer concerned. the pain in your lower abdomen was a distant throbbing, because this new, lovely sensation of him lapping at your netherlips like a starving pup had your full attention, “Is it yummy?”

Brahms nods, fervent, licking a hungry stripe from your swelling clit to your hole, and back up again. “So… so yummy…” his eyes are still focused on you, even as he flicks his tongue, one hand reaching up so he can use his first two fingers to spread your lips and expose your clitoris to his merciless teasing. “Wanna… feel you quiver on my tongue… swell up for me… please… it’s so good!”

your head drops back against the pillow, your fingernails massaging his scalp, and you moan in pure ecstasy, staring at the headboard. “Brah—Ms…” you purr, shaky, “that’s so good… you’re such a good boy…” bringing one leg up, you rest your foot on his shoulder, whilst the other traces his spine, your toes following the dip. “Keep playing with my clit, that’s it…”

Brahms does exactly as he’s told, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves, he slurps on it until you’re mewling and squirming, and he moans too, grinding his hard cock against the mattress to please himself as he services you. you’re acutely aware of the edges of his teeth grazing your nub, and you press both of your palms down on his head, pushing his face as flush to your cunt as you could, forcing him into your slick. “Suck harder, Brahms,” you begged, breathless, dribbling his head with your eyes rolling back. you can feel a churning in your belly, and you knew you were close, “come on, baby, eat up… come on…” your knees hook around the back of his head, locking him in place, but he doesn’t seem to mind— if anything, it only turns him on more, and he fucks himself against the sheets even more fervently, moaning needy and weak against your sex, each sound transferring through your core as wicked vibrations to push you closer to the edge.

you couldn’t imagine that he could breathe, not with your pushing on his head and the way you rut upwards to drag your sex over his face, but he loves it, and you can see it by the way he looks up to try and catch your stare when you open your eyes and look down at him— he’s eyes are partially closed, dazed. you knew that look.

the closest he’s ever gotten to drunk, he did so on your pussy. he went dumb on it, relying on the most primal of his instincts to just keep licking and sucking until you came.

“Gonna cum,” you croak, shifting on the bed to get a more comfortable angle. all your muscles were pulling taut, and you needed to relieve the pressure built up in your belly. “Gonna cum!”

Brahms had beat you to the finish line, whining muffled as he suckles on your clit, his hips twitch and shudder when he falls apart, soaking the sheets underneath him.

you were begging him under your breath not to stop, knowing that he’s cum now, but you needed to get off, so you grip his hair tight and use the hold to bob his head up and down, “Lick it, baby, fuck, don’t stop!” his tongue hangs out, and he snorts and pants, ragged as you control his head, dragging the bumpy muscle over every, screaming, sensitive inch of your sex until you come undone.

it hurts a little more than you anticipated, your lower belly in knots just beyond the stitches, but it felt good, too good to stop. moaning his name, your head drops back again and you buck your hips until your muscles are simply overtaken by pleasure, decimated by the orgasm, and you finally still.

Brahms whines, his face coated in your shiny release, when you start to come down from your high, and you ease your grip on his roots, sucking in deep, slow breaths. “Brahms… you did so good…”

almost reluctantly, he plucked his face from your cunt, looking up at you with hopeful, hazy eyes. “You forgive me for hurting you, then?”

you quirk a brow, before holding out your arms, “Of course, baby. Now, come up here and kiss me. I want to taste myself on those pretty lips of yours.”

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you’ve found comfort in laying on top of jungkook and you just . . . won’t let go.

> jungkook x reader

> fluff / wc: 1.7k

note: hellooo here’s a little something :] me writing this in the middle of hell week to procrastinate just bc :] anyways. i hope you like it i haven’t written in a while </3

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jungkook’s body is sore from the entire day of practice and the core workout routine he did the day before, his laughter vibrating off his chest as the disastrous life of saiki k plays on the television. a comedy anime you stumbled upon a few days ago. truth be told, you’ve already reached season two today. but jungkook seemed interested when he came home from work and found you giggling at a pink haired highschool anime boy’s inner monologue, so you restarted the show from the very first episode with him anyway.

he sprawled out on the couch after taking a shower, occupying all the space. you were quite comfortable on the floor for the first two episodes, sandwiched by the center table and the couch, so you didn’t mind. but eventually, your neck and back started to feel sore. without a word, you crawled up on the edge of the couch. you and jungkook made eye contact, the gentle smile on his lips staying. the dreamy look he gave you made you feel weak, almost as if he adores you for weaving the night sky and embroidering it with the moon and the stars. but instead of scooting over to the side to spoon you, he laid on his back more comfortably and tapped his chest. you tilted your head in confusion, making him chuckle at how adorable you looked.

“just lay on top of me.”

“but i’m heavy, and your body already hurts.” you frowned before slightly tapping his hip repeatedly as a signal for him to move.

“don’t be silly. i want to hold you like this.” he put matters into his own hands and pulled your body to fall on top of him. and that’s how you ended in this position, laying on your stomach on top of your boyfriend. his legs are spread out to accommodate yours in between, occasionally putting their weight over yours and squeezing your body with his arms. you hug him back by putting your arms on the sides of his torso, holding on to his biceps every now and then.

“you just needed a pillow, didn’t you?” you tease him, but still nuzzle your face against his neck, heart softening at the warmth and comfort radiating off the both of you.

“no, i didn’t.” he denies innocently, bambi eyes twinkling. “don’t lie to me now, this is actually nice.”

“it is oddly comfortable.” you admit quietly. one of your hands move on its own, fingers slipping through jungkook’s hair. he starts to feel sleepy because of your soothing actions, from the light scratches of his scalp to the gentle pats non verbally telling him ‘you worked hard today, my love.’ he leans into your touch, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead.

and you stay like that, in peace and in love.

“his parents are so fucking funny.”

his laughter is music to your ears. your cheeks hurt from smiling, tears gathering at the side of your eyes from both laughter and sleepiness.

“right? it’s so fascinating how they ended up with saiki. like how did that happen?”

“it’s the power of love! okay look, why do i kind of see us in them? i feel like we’ll be like them as parents in the future. wholesome and smitten. comfortable but that doesn’t mean we don’t try anymore.”

wholesome and smitten. his well thought out words make you smile. he describes your relationship well. being too comfortable, that has been one of your greatest fears when it comes to entering relationships. however, three years with jungkook and you only fall in love deeper each day that passes by.

an unexplainable overwhelming feeling bubbles in your chest at the knowledge that jungkook thinks that far into the future, where you play such a significant role in his imagination. you become ridiculously giddy.

you look up to him in wonder, and he brushes away the few strands of hair that block your vision. “so are you saying we’ll have saiki babies?”

he grins at you happily, love drunk eyes drinking you in. “sure. how bad can it get?”

pretty bad. but you refrain from speaking outloud to avoid giving him spoilers. jungkook fun fact: he hates spoilers.

—

jungkook falls asleep from exhaustion when you get slightly halfway through season one. after turning off the television, you attempt getting the blanket from the armrest of the couch using your feet. another jungkook fun fact: he wakes up every time you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. so you avoid moving away from him as much as possible when he falls asleep beside you. tonight, however, you have found a new home on top of his chest. and you’d really hate to have to get up from your new favorite place. you quickly succeed, surprisingly. you drape the blanket over the both of you and get comfy under it, also falling asleep not soon after.

—

“oh my god!”

“what the fuck-”

and here you are, on the cold tiled floor once again, almost three hours later. you dragged half of the blanket along with you. the digital clock on the wall says 3:33AM. it’s quite ironic how an angel number that delivers a message of true love and cosmic bond shows up infront of you along with your guilty boyfriend peering down at you from the couch.

it takes him a few seconds before he moves to carry you from the ground, holding you on his lap to check up on you after he technically pushed you off him mindlessly when he randomly woke up because he forgot that you were there.

“babe, babe- look at me. i’m sorry. shit. you didn’t hit your head, did you?” he cradles your head close to his chest, rubbing your back when you make a pained sound.

“my back,” you mutter quietly in response, briefly opening your eyes but closing them again. the room is dim, but it still makes them hurt. you’re not even processing anything right now. you’re too tired and sleepy to care.

“back? do you think it may be bruised? are your elbows fine too?” he bites his lip in distress, checking your arms and legs as well.

you whine at the constant movements, hands grasping his to stop him from further fussing. your sleepy voice is quieter yet rough.

“i’m fineee. i’m still breathing, see?” your eyes are half-open as you raise three of his fingers. “and those are . . . three fingers.” you drop them abruptly and wrap your arms around his neck. “i’m not upset or hurt.”

your back says otherwise.

“. . . let’s go to bed. i’m so sleepy.”

he scratches the back of his head, endeared at how you still manage to be playful when you’re incoherent from sleepiness, yet still worried sick. he genuinely didn’t realize that you were still laying on top of him when he woke up, body numb and mind not functioning.

“are you sure, baby? it really looked like it hurt.”

“right now i am. i’m not sure about later. let me sleep on it first.”

he winces at your answer, already having a bad feeling that the pain of the fall will set in when you wake up. he’s going to have to make it up to you, whether you get upset about it or not. the last thing he ever want to do is hurt you, even if it’s not intentional. god, you could’ve totally hit your head on the table. what then?

he carries you bridal style to your shared bedroom, gently placing you down at your side of the bed. he drinks some water before laying down next to you, the soft mattress way more accommodating than the living room couch.

he lets out an ‘umph’ when he suddenly feels your weight settle on top of him. he can feel you breathing against his neck and it tickles him a little. he breathes out a laugh at your persistence.

“you almost died the last time you were there. what are you doing?” he scolds you softly, but the way he embraces you back contradicts his words.

“i don’t care. it’s really comfy, please? we’re in a safer environment now.” you desperately plead your case. and how can he say no when you’re being so cute and sweet, wanting him as close as possible?

he pauses for a second to lift his head from the pillow, looking at his left then his right. “i got an idea.”

so he makes it work in such a way that will give him peace of mind.

marching excitedly, he brings all the pillows from the guest room and lay them down evenly on each side of the bed. in your half awake state, you sit up and watch his squatted figure arranging the pillows on the carpet.

“but baaabe, that’s so ugly.”

“if we don’t keep it like this, then i won’t let you sleep on me.” he states sternly. that makes you pout. it’s impossible to insist getting your way once you hear that tone.

“okay. but it’s ugly.” you heave a sigh, letting your weary vessel fall back on the bed. he rolls his eyes at your bratiness.

he climbs back to your bed when he finishes, and you climb back over him. his toe socks covered feet tries to warm yours when he felt something cold brush against his calves. “you’re not worried now?” you ask him softly, kissing his cheek.

“hmmm,” he hums as a reply, tilting your chin to give you a proper kiss on the lips. and another. and another. so sweet and so intimate in the sense of ‘i want to be with you like this forever and not let go even as the world falls apart into ruins outside of these four walls we made our home.’ and it makes both of your hearts ache in a way you can’t put into words, so you just close your eyes and get swayed into sleep by the feeling.

[teainthesnow]

@cupcakeslushie s latest feral!leo comic has completely taken over my thoughts so here, have a written version:

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Just keep walking, he tells himself as he struggles forward.

His legs are weak and each step is painful but he pushes on regardless, despite not really knowing why he should. He’s tired, hungry, and in so much pain that he’s almost numb.

But something tells him to keep going.

Voices, so familiar yet completely unknown, whisper to him in an otherwise silent world, saying:

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

So, he does.

He marches onwards through the hours, weeks, months – he doesn’t even know anymore – letting blurry memories and indistinct voices guide him through the darkest moments.

His tattered clothes provide little warmth in the freezing air and he grasps them tightly, trying to give himself even just a tiny bit more warmth. He shivers almost violently, but some part of him is relieved that he’s still doing at least that much in this cold.

Each step is an effort.

Each one harder than the last.

Just keep walking, he reminds himself.

Just keep walking, the voices echo.

And then there’s a fierce pain in his toe and he trips. He lands on the dusty ground with a hard thump, sending dust and rocks into the air. There’s a loud clatter as almost the entire contents of his makeshift bag go careening across the floor.

He growls in frustration and pain, blinking back tears.

(He can’t afford to lose more water, after all.)

He lies where he landed, exhausted, hurt, and completely unwilling to get back up again.

He isn’t sure how long he’s been laying there when he sees a flash of red in the corner of his blurred vision.

‘Come on, Leo.’ A voice says, gentle yet encouraging. ‘You gotta get up.’

But the words that should inspire him feel empty and meaningless. He cannot gain even a spark of motivation from them.

“No...” He manages to whine, voice raspy with disuse. “Tired...”

He presses his face into the ground, letting the darkness take over, and attempts to block it all out. Maybe it will all go away if he can’t see it.

But the voice persists.

‘Get up.’ He says, harsher but still kind.

He snarls, the last threads of his patience snaps. He pushes himself up, claws digging into the dirt, so he can stare his brother in the face.

“Shut up!” He spits out, words dripping with anger and pent-up frustration. He clutches his head in his hands, pressing down with so much force that his nails dig into his skin.

“Shut up! That’s all you ever say!” He yells. “Get up. Get up. Get up.” His voice his sore from lack of use but the frustration is too overwhelming to stop. He allows himself to let go of his restraint. To let the anger consume him.

“I just want some peace and quiet R-R-R-” He chokes on the word, anger dissolving almost instantly into horror. The name that should be so easy to say slips through his grasp like sand.

He looks up and realises that he can’t really recognise the face that stares back at him.

And can’t think of the name that belongs to it.

He panics.

He desperately searches through his bag, reaching desperately for the one thing he’s had since this all began.

His only flicker of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation.

His treasure.

All the while he frantically tries to remember his brothers name. But he can only get as far as the first letter, the first syllable, before he falters.

He pulls out the old and torn photograph, running a finger gently across it despite his panic.

He stares, wide-eyed at the red and green form of the turtle who he knows is his brother.

But who now stares, nameless, back at him.

“Nonononono.” He cries. “R- Rah-”

But no matter what he does, or how hard he stares, he cannot force himself through the fog that fills his brain in order to remember just one simple name.

The face in the photograph smiles at him.

‘It’s okay little brother.’

The voice, his brother, speaks again.

There is no hatred in his tone. No anger that he has been forgotten and he clings to that. To the feeling of warmth and safety.

Of home.

He closes his eyes.

He hugs desperately at himself.

His body is so numb that he can almost pretend that he isn’t alone. That he’s back where he really belongs with his family.

Safe and unharmed.

Enveloped within the warm embrace of his older brother.

“Ra-h will always be here.”

And he holds on to those words with every ounce of strength he has left.

You can do it; he tells himself once again, trying desperately to convince himself that he isn’t lying.

[buckyalpine]

Personal Pillow 4

18+ minors dni

Needy Bucky x pregnant reader 

It’s 4 am. Might go back and edit this. Okay so again. When I say this is my weakness, I’m not joking. This AU helps some of the writers block I’ve been feeling so I’m happy you love this as much as I do. I always intend to start off with a drabble then look at where we end up :) I will forever love this AU, if pregnancy and all that isn’t your thing, I will still be writing more with these two that doesn’t always involve that. If you do want more of this stuff, just send an ask!! 

Warnings: Boobs. All the boobs (lactation kink), smuuuttt, FLUFF, Bucky is a warning 

Word count: 2.5k oops 

Lets start with how this even begins: Bucky knows your boobs, so he’s already pieced it together before you even knew you were pregnant.

You’re a bit tender:  you’ve never denied him but recently when he wrapped his lips around your peaked bug, you’ve let out a hiss from discomfort. It’s probably just PMS but you feel more sore than usual. He tries to think nothing of it but the back of his mind is wandering.

Your nipples are more swollen: Your boobs are in his mouth almost every day, so he definitely notices when they feel a little plumper on his tongue. Your perky bud is a bit more prominent in his mouth and he’s not complaining at all but now he’s really curious.

You feel more tired: You usually stay awake while he lays on you; you love to play with his hair and rub his back while he snuggles up to you. But you’ve fallen asleep the last few times and your energy has been low. He softly kisses your chest before going to sleep, careful not to make the soreness worse. Google is suddenly his best friend, he’s searching up your symptoms and sure there’s a chance it could just be PMS but just maybe…

When you find out your pregnant, Bucky somehow falls deeper in love with you. He’s crying but he’s never been happier. He’s kissing your tummy, nuzzling his face in. You’re carrying his baby, he’s getting the family he’s always dreamed of and it’s with you.

The first trimester

He’s so gentle with you; he just wants naked cuddles at any given moment. Your body is still adjusting so he’s happy to just lay on you and relish in the warmth of your bare skin against his. He always starts off with caressing your tummy but his hands will always end up on your boobs. All he does is cup them in his palms, his thumbs tracing soft circles around your nipples. He uses his metal hand a bit more because the coolness soothes some of the soreness. He lays he head down softly, wrapping his arms around you so he can snuggle to your boobs as close as possible. He’s hugging you like a teddy bear with one leg hitched over you to keep you in place. You want to roll your eyes at what a big baby he’s being but he’s so adorable and sweet, you can’t help but giggle as he softly snores into your chest.

With each week, it’s more difficult for him to resist you. He’s a super solider, he notices the tiniest changes. You’re not showing yet but you’re a little curvier and he fucking loves it. He loves the softness of your body; he doesn’t even realize how needy he’s become.  

The team notices that Bucky has recently started slipping his hands under your shirt to touch your tummy. He now has one hand cupping you while the other is rubbing soft circles on your stomach. He’ll find you and hug you from behind, happily holding you with his eyes closed.

(Steve, Sam and Nat may or may not have secretly cried because if his hand is on your tummy, that could only mean one thing. Tony is already planning your baby shower)

He wants to have sex with you so badly, he wants to make love to you for hours, tell you how beautiful you are, how happy he is but he’s scared he might hurt you. You noticed him rutting against the mattress every so often, trying to find some relief but he whines against your chest, huffing in frustration, he’s so pent up. When you finally convince him he won’t break you, he gives in. He pushes his cock in slowly and you both gasp at the feeling. He’s holding you close to him; your arms and legs are wrapped around his body.

“I love you baby” Your hands caress his scruffy cheek, looking in his eyes, feeling each stroke of his cock gently thrusting into you. He kisses you deeply, trailing little kisses down your neck, moving down to your boobs. He takes your nipple gently in his mouth, suckling softly, moaning when your back arches, letting him take more in his mouth.

“I can’t wait for these to swell babydoll, you’re gonna look so beautiful with your boobs full and my baby in your tummy”

“More Bucky, please baby, more” You’re already clenching around him, moaning when he starts to hit deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock. He’s grinding into you, the trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubbing into your sensitive skin.

“Fuck baby, if you weren’t pregnant already, I’d be filling you with my babies over and over again, can’t get enough of these perfect tits baby, you’re so beautiful, my pretty little mama”

He’s so in love with you, he feels pleasure throughout his whole body when he’s with you like this. He can’t hold off any more, you’re clinging onto him, your walls clenching and fluttering, desperate to milk his cock empty.

“C-cum with me babygirl, want you to cum with me” He panting on top of you, rocking his hips, pressed flush against you. Your chest is heaving, back arching as your orgasm washes over you crying out for him and he can’t help himself when you’re tempting him like this. He’s desperately sucking your nipples, whining as he stills, his cock throbbing ropes of cum into you.

He cradles you while you both fall asleep, he still can’t believe you’re all his.

Second Trimester

He’s so in love with your little baby bump. He loves the way your little tummy gently protrudes out under his Henley. Your nipples have started to swell more and that’s all he can stare at when you’re in just one of his shirts and nothing else. Tony and Sam have had to flick his ear on more than one occasion because he drooled a little while completely zoning out of a conversation. Steve’s too excited to be an uncle to notice his friend’s antics.

You’re rarely out of his sight unless he has to go away on missions (he has forbidden to let you go on any, there’s no way he’ll let anything happen to his angel and the little baby in her belly). As soon as he’s home, he’s sprinting out of the jet, off to find you. The rest of the team can’t help but giggle at how adorably in love he is with you; he wants to spend every single minute wrapped around you.

He finds you reading a book in bed, wearing nothing but a comfy t-shirt of his. He drops his bags at the door; his head is immediately under your shirt, kissing your tummy.

“Hello my little angel” You giggle, feeling the scruff of his face tickles your skin, peppering kisses all over growing bump, “Time to say hi to your beautiful mama” He momentarily comes out of your shirt to kiss you deeply, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Hey my pretty baby” He’s kissing every inch of your face, loving the way you’re glowing. He takes a few minutes to kiss you, but you both know how much he’s holding back from devouring you right now. Your perky buds are firm and sensitive, responding to his touch when he brushes his fingers on top of them. He slips your shirt off, kissing you from your forehead, all the way down to where he’s missed you the most.

“Fuck….” He’s gently tugging and swirling his tongue around your nipples, they’re not even full yet and they feel so good in his mouth. “Can’t wait for these to fill with milk baby, will you still let me suck them?” He’s peeking up at you through his dark lashes, his perfect pink pouty lips sealed around you, his mouth full and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips.

He’s been away for a while and he feels so needy for you. He knows you won’t say no but he’s practically begging anyway.

“Please will you let me suck them baby, won’t be able to control myself when they’re full, your skin is so soft, -fuck” His eyes roll back when he moves onto the other nipple, his mind running through wild fantasies. He pulls off with a pop, licking his lips before crashing his lips onto yours

“Need it baby, want you to fill my mouth when these pretty tits are swollen, don’t give a fuck if anyone’s around, just feel what you do to me when you look like this mama” He guiding your hand to his rock hard length, straining against his tactical pants.

He isn’t sure where the need to have his cock between your tits came from but all his clothes are on the floor within seconds and he’s hovering above you. You’re smirking up at him, you love when he gets this desperate for you, the slightest touch setting him off. He’s careful not to let his full weight on you, his thick heavy cock resting perfectly between your boobs. You squeeze them together, letting him rut his cock, his head thrown back, moaning at the silky smooth feeling of your skin.

“Oh God baby, so good, so fucking good” He’s mesmerized at the way the head of his cock disappears between your perky buds, slipping in and out between them, his precum making it easy for him to thrust. He’s cumming within minutes, high pitched whines leaving his lips as he watches ropes of cum decorate your perfect boobs, (he definitely took a picture of that).

The mess as been cleaned up and exhaustion is taking over, your needy boyfriend falls asleep with his lips right against your nipple and if you think he’s insatiable now…

Third trimester

He swallows thickly.

You’re standing in the kitchen, one hand supporting your back, the other under your baby bump. You’re in a little sundress, the summer heat making you grumpy and pouty. You’re exhausted, your feet hurt, your face feels puffy your boobs are so swollen and heavy. They’re so fucking full and you just need some relief.

Seeing you barefoot and pregnant, filled with his baby, Bucky is FERAL. Thor’s hammer wouldn’t be able to hold him down. He has his eyes trained on you as he stalks towards you, holding you from behind. His large hands lift your baby bump, easing some of the weight you’re carrying and the sound that leaves your lips is sinful.

“Thank you baby, s’good” You moan at the feeling of relief, your head thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed. Bucky’s eyes are trained on the way your boobs are nearly spilling out of your dress. You’ve worn it before, its adorable. But now? In Bucky’s eyes? With the way you’re nearly pouring out of this dress with your full tummy and swollen breasts, you’d think he’d seen you in lacy lingerie.

He turns you around and easily lifts you onto the counter. Your tired pouty face is just egging him on even more, you look so sweet, innocent and unbelievably sexy, he just wants to ruin you. He cards his hand through your hair, grazing your scalp while his metal hand rubs your belly.

“Aww, is my doll tired carrying my baby, did I fill you up too much angel?” He coos, watching your face relax from the coolness of his hand. You can already tell where his mind is wandering, his hand dropping the strap of your dress.

“Bucky….we’re in the kitchen, someone might walk in…”

“Baby, I can’t, you know what you do to me, just a taste baby, just a little, fuck baby, look at how swollen they are…” He frees one of your breasts, his metal arm snaking around to hold you close to him. The coolness makes you shiver and your nipples perk up even more and Bucky is in absolute heaven.

Close to due date

“Oh god….” He rasps out, it almost comes out as a whimper. Bucky rubs his eyes a bit, bilking while staring at you, his jaw slack, You’re pouting, grumbling, waddling around the closet, with two very prominent dark wet patches on Bucky’s Henley.

“I can’t stop leaking” You huff, throwing your shirt to the ground, trying to find a new one to change into. Bucky’s staring at you, not a damn thing you said has registered since he’s seen the wetness on your shirt. And now you’re not wearing anything, just standing there with milk practically dripping off your swollen nipples.

You’ve done it. You’ve broken your boyfriend. Hydra went through all the struggles to get him under control, but the way you look right now. The man is ready to comply.

“Let me help you baby”

You look at him quizzically as he takes you and lays you gently on the bed. His nose nudges your nipple, his eyes pleading, he can’t even think straight to ask you what he wants. A smirk plays on your lips while his lips brush your leaking chest.

“Please? Just let me…” His tongue flicks your nipple and he groans at the droplet of sweet liquid. You nod and he wastes no time taking your boobs into his mouth, gently suckling and lapping, loving the drops of warmth that coat his tongue. He’s gently rubbing your sore tummy; he can’t believe your little one is going to be here soon.

“Gonna feed our baby so well angel, fuck…”

The feeling of his tongue toying and tugging your sensitive nipples is overwhelming; you need to feel him all over. You start off on top, his feet planted so he can gently fuck you while admiring you absolutely angelic you look. You’re so full of his baby, your perfect tits bouncing in his face. He’s supporting you, holding your hips and the sides of your belly telling you how gorgeous you look. He doesn’t want to tire you so he shifts you to lie on your side.

He’s so careful with you, thrusting into you from behind. He’s kissing your shoulder, his hand pawing at your swollen chest, panting into your neck. Your body is so soft and warm, the baby is going to be here soon and you should be the emotional and hormonal one but he can’t help his eyes getting steamy. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to wash over you, your moans muffled into your pillow while Bucky bites down onto your shoulder.

You mumble an “I love you” before letting sleep quickly take over and Bucky is more than happy to tuck you under the covers. You’ve fallen asleep, but his head is resting on your belly, he has to say good night to his sweet little one first.

“Come soon angel, I can’t wait to meet you”

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[mooningningg]

“You’re afraid of me?”

—You flinch during an argument.

sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, (gn).

genres + warnings. angst to fluff! | relationship problems, a little toxic! |

notes i. ya’ll are so wrong if u think arguments with sukuna wouldn’t be so subjective. also not proofread so srry for the typos.

Sukuna. It happened all too fast, he was being careless of what has happened in your relationship. He goes out with friends without telling you on what time he’ll be back, he dances around drinking and having fun while you get to sit alone in the dining room, leaving the food you took hours to make untouched whatsoever.

It was pissing you off, how can he ever throw you away like that? It was as if you weren’t even his girlfriend anymore, and it hurts you. It was three weeks, three weeks you had to tolerate with his behavior and finally, you had enough.

“You’re drunk again.” You say as your pink haired of a boyfriend emerges right around the entrance to the kitchen, the stench of alcohol instantly hits your smelling senses while you sat on the chair, the food you had prepared now cold.

“Ain’t it obvious?” He replies with a laugh, no sense of seriousness in him as he walks to the sink to fill the cup he had with water, “What’s with the food?”

“It’s dinner, isn’t it obvious?” You mock his words, trying to not be so harsh this night. And trying to keep yourself calm to not result of any arguments, you were tired as of it.

“Hey, What’s with the attitude.” He asks after drinking the whole glass of water in one go, he then places it down and making his way to you, but you avoided gazes with him, “look at me.”

You refused, you stayed silent, letting Sukuna’s temper get worst.

“I said look at me.” He says, his voice bold and tone slightly raised.

“I don’t want to argue, Ryomen.” The use of his last name was the last trigger to his temper that signifies a ticking time bomb.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He says, whilst you stand up, gathering the plates with food and stopping yourself to be afraid of how his voice seemed so scary and angry.

You needed to stay strong.

He was getting pissed off even more at your lack of response, he then suddenly grabs your arm, despite the heated argument, he still makes his grip gentle on you, and you seemed to not notice it.

The grip on your arm makes you look at him.

“Let me go, Ryomen.” You protest as you attempt to remove his grip around your arm but he was sadly much stronger than you, “What is your problem, do you know how much time I spend just to make meals for you. Only for you to come home drunk!”

“Well I didn’t ask you to make meals for me in the first place!” He argues at your statement and you feel your eyes burning with tears at his words, did he really think like that? His eyes were scaring you because he seemed so angry.

“Well I would’ve understood if you didn’t drink daily, I don’t know who you even are anymore.” You say, shaking your head to shake away your tears and Sukuna scoffs in reply, to hide the fact his heart was poked by your words.

“Is this what this whole attitude is about? Me, going out having fun with friends? That’s ridiculous.” He says, a scoff was out of his mouth again.

“I don’t care about that, you’re forgetting about me Sukuna! That’s what my point is all about, but it seems like you’re too drunk to realize that.” You say, your face was wrinkled because of how hard you frowned up to your boyfriend.

Sukuna’s eyes soften slowly, he then brings his hand up to run through his hair while the other arm remained on your arm, and while he did that, you jumped slightly, bringing your hands to block your face in position as you expected a direct hit.

And as soon as you realize your actions you bring your hands back down, cursing at yourself for the misunderstanding.

Sukuna’s eyes went wide, “You... you thought I was gonna hurt you?”

You turned away from his gaze unable to feel the guts to meet it.

“Baby... Y— You’re not afraid of me, are you?” Sukuna has spent his life being feared by people and when he met you he finally gets to experience your care without any fear towards him, and at this moment, his world shattered before him, cause you were his world.

“Of course not, I just... I was just caught off guard, I’m sorry.” You say, looking up at him and feeling sorry for how he looked genuinely worried and sad.

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m supposed to be sorry, I scared you didn’t I?” He asks, now slowly bringing his hand to cup your cheeks that had tears already falling and you didn’t even notice, “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

“Kuna... We’ll fix this won’t we?” You say in between your hard sobs while both his hands was cupping your cheeks, tears non stop falling and he wants nothing but to kiss them away.

He wants to punch himself for how oblivious he can be at times like where he unintentionally neglected you.

“Yeah, we always do.”

Nanami. You barged in front of your house, closing the front door behind you with such strength it released a loud sound after you, leaving Nanami confused from the other side of the door that you just slammed right in his face.

He sighs knowing you were angry, but confused on why you were.

He opens the door again and instantly walks over to you who was busy taking off your shoes as you sat on the couch, your expression was blank but angry at the same time by the little frown placed on your pretty face.

Nanami takes is blazer off, “What’s the matter with you?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe I’m little bit pissed off by how you refused to hold my hand in front of your friends.” You say, the things that were in your mind finally out as you stop your movements to look at the blonde who had tossed his blazer at the back of the couch.

Nanami sits himself on the couch and he throws his head back, tired, and not wanting this argument to ascend further, “Are we really going to fight about this?”

“Why are you sitting there like it’s nothing to you? You made me feel embarrassed, Nanami.” You say, using the last name basis makes the blonde’s stomach itch.

“I’m tired, Y/n. And I’m sure you are too, let’s just go to bed.” He says, avoiding the argument as he prepares himself to get off of the couch but you stopped him by standing up first to storm out of the living room and walking inside to the kitchen.

You ignored Nanami’s call out to you, and it bugs him off. He knows too well not to let you sleep while you were still angry at him, so he stands up and walks behind you.

“Stop being such a kid, Y/n. I was simply trying to act professional.” Kento reasons with you, and you finally stopped walking to face him. Your face red out of annoyance.

“I’m your girlfriend! It wasn’t even a meeting dinner, it was a celebration, Nanami. And you had avoided my gaze through out.” You say, your eyes burning as tears began to form on your eye line and his knees began to weaken.

“Let’s not fight about this! I’m so fucking tired of the little things that depresses you!” He says, his voice raising and you flinched because of it, not being able to stop yourself since it surprised and little bit scared you.

His eyes instantly softens when he realizes what you just did.

“Y/n...” he calls softly when a tear had escapes your eyes, and another, after another. You sobbed before turning around to place both your hands on the kitchen counter as you try to chase your own breath because of how hard your sobs came out.

His heart breaks at how painful you sounded.

He then slowly, began to approach you, afraid that he might scare you again he hugs you from the back, his touch was gentle, taking care of you as if you were a porcelain doll.

“Don’t cry, love. Let’s talk calmly, come on.” He tells you, his voice now slow to avoid you getting scared again, he spins you around to face him, but before he can even see your face he had already hugged you, your tears landing right on the clothing on his shoulder, “Tell me love, What’s our problem?”

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[mp3chan]

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pairing: chan x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

tw: praise kink, chan is bi in this, reader has a bad gag reflex lmao, MINORS DNI

wc: 1.3k lord have mercy

an: this honestly was not the direction i wanted to take this prompt and i got writer blocked like 3 times writing this but i like it anyway???

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chan loved praise, you figured this out pretty quickly into your relationship. chan would melt into you if you held him tight and told him how he’s such a good boyfriend and leader, how you’re so proud of him, etc etc.

while chan loved praise, you didn’t react to it really, no matter how much chan tried to praise you as well.

he would constantly tell you how pretty and smart you are, how you’re such a hard worker and how he doesn’t deserve you. but it doesn’t make you melt like it does with him. you did appreciate it and loved it, but you didn’t react like chan did.

until now.

chan was relaxed back into the couch, one hand caressing your face and the other holding his cock up so you could suck him off.

you had a terrible gag reflex and were hellbent on taking as much of chan’s, seemingly monster, cock in your mouth as you could.

“baby.” chan chuckled, looking down at you amused, despite how debauched you looked with spit trailing down your chin and trails of tears on your cheeks.

you paused, panting, looking up at him immediately. you felt like you couldn’t pleasure him properly in this aspect, especially when you overhear his members talk about how good their partners are at giving head.

“we can do something else.” chan suggested, not expecting you sigh heavily and lean your head on his thigh in defeat. normally you would be so horny you’d agree with no hesitation.

“i just wanna pleasure you like that.” you admitted, looking up at him with those sad puppy eyes of yours.

chan was torn, he didn’t want to hurt you or anything, but he wanted to make you happy. “ok how about you let me guide you…yeah?” chan suggested, not really sure how he’d be able to help with this, considering he only ever got close to sucking a dick himself once but ended up chickening out last minute.

“ok…” you whispered, still feeling incredibly defeated and a little embarrassed.

“i got you baby.” chan reassured you with a gentle caress on your cheek. “now open your mouth and try to keep your tongue down ok?” he instructed you, watching you follow his commands and open your mouth like he asked.

“im gonna put my tip in, don’t close your mouth yet.” you kept your mouth open as chan pushed his cock ever so slightly into your mouth.

you could taste the pre cum on his tip and you had to restrain yourself from wanting to just start sucking him off desperately again.

“now close your mouth and relax, don’t suck.” chan was getting distracted by how you quickly obeyed him and how pretty you looked doing it. “i want you to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, baby.” chan watched you listen to him once more, all while he inched his cock just a little further into your mouth.

you kept your gaze on chan’s face, watching him stare at your mouth and you were waiting for another instruction as you patiently breathed in and out of your nose like he asked.

“baby…fuck” chan groaned, having slowly pushed his cock almost all the way inside your mouth by this point. he wanted to tell you you were almost deep throating him for the first time, wanted to praise you.

“doing so good baby….taking my cock so well.” chan managed to choke out as his pelvis touched your lips. he could hardly think, your mouth was so warm and wet and you looked so cute on your knees for him.

you only realized how far you had gotten when you reached his pelvis, so close the shaven stubble on his crotch tickled your nose. you went wide eyed and wanted to gasp but you just inhaled deeply through your nose like chan said.

you could feel your gag reflex being tickled ever so slightly as you looked up at chan. you weren’t really sure what the difference was, nor could you really think.

chan looked like he was having a hard time controlling himself at this point, when you were trying so hard it amused him. but now with his cock completely inside your mouth, he was gonna lose it. chan was trying so hard not to not thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

“doing so good baby.,” chan groaned, the hand that wasn’t digging into the couch reaching up into your hair.

you could physically feel your cheeks go red at chan’s praise and you moaned around his cock, not expecting chan to buck his hips up.

you weren’t ready for that sudden movement and you choked around his shaft, quickly remembering how chan told you to breathe through your nose.

“that’s my good baby…following my directions so well, swallowing my cock just like i asked.” chan was still struggling to keep himself still, not wanting to make you choke or anything.

you looked so wrecked. your lips stretched wide around his shaft, cheeks still stained with tears, and innocent looking eyes staring right up at him, silently begging for praise.

“you listened so well, love. you got it all in this time.” chan smiled down at you, wanting to chuckle when he felt your hands grip tightly at his leg.

“you wanna keep being good?” he asked you, his smile turning into a grin when you nodded eagerly with his cock still in your mouth.

“alright baby. slowly start bobbing your head and suck ok? remember what i already told you.” chan instructed you, waiting for his words to actually process in your head.

it took you a second, for some reason some things sound like nonsense to you right now. you can only think of chan and how full your mouth feels, and how much you like that.

you slowly pulled your head back, feeling chan’s cock move inside your mouth, and then push back down, gently sucking as you did so.

“fuck.” chan cursed, head falling back on the couch cushion behind him, pretty much forgetting about leading you.

you swallowed around chan’s cock, your tongue moving against his shaft. your eyes went wide as chan tangled his fingers into your hair and pulled gently.

“just like that baby….so good…” chan panted, the pleasure of having his cock fully in your mouth just now setting in for him, as he was too concentrated on guiding you.

you moaned around his cock, your hips trying to rub against chan’s leg for some form of friction. you continued slowly bobbing your head up and down his shaft, not fully ready to go any faster, and licking at his cock as much as you could.

“my baby is such a fast learner…” chan rambled mindlessly. “such a good baby for me….only for me.” his cock was throbbing in your mouth at this point.

your hips were moving on their own at this point, trying to get some form of pleasure. you squeezed chan’s thighs, trying to silently tell him he could cum in your mouth. you didn’t wanna pull off and mess up all of your progress.

“so good….so good for me.” chan moaned loudly, somehow getting the hint and gripping your hair just a little tighter. “f-fuck!” chan was gasping and his release was gushing into your mouth. you struggled trying not to gag as you swallowed around him.

you waited patiently as chan came down from his high, only pulling off when he tapped your cheek. you slowly pulled away and tried your best not to cough, but failed.

“you did so well baby.” chan smiled down at you, gently pulling you up to stand in front of him, really noticing you blush at his praise finally. “i think you deserve a reward yeah?” his voice sounded sweet but his eyes were dark.

[bookish-whore]

Falling Part V

Azriel x Reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: slight self-destructive behavior, angst, Azriel being a dumb male

A/N: Not gonna lie guys when I initially wrote this chapter, I had the worst writers block and I ended up deleting it all last night and starting it over (which produced this) but I am so excited with where its headed. This chapter is somewhat filler content, but I promise I am putting some things into motion for later! I know I write this literally every fic, but I appreciate you all so much for loving this story and I am so overwhelmed with the support it has gotten. My requests are open so feel free to send all the asks <3

Also, I am almost at 400 followers WHAT?! And I think I’ll do a little personal Q&A or something so you guys can get to know me a little bit <3 I’ll update you in a post soon!

Previous parts here -> Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

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Last night seemed like a dream.

I woke up to bright light streaming through my window, my indication that the sun was already high in the sky. I guess I had slept far longer than I meant to. I stretch out my limbs, the events of last night returning to my memory as I looked at my night table where I had conveniently placed Iremia. I remembered then that it was real. Azriel and Elain were engaged. Engaged. I bring my hands to rub the sleep from my eyes, dragging them down my face and letting out a sigh. I could stay in bed all day and wallow in self-pity, but I decided that I wouldn’t continue to let them have so much control over my life, I would continue to heed Nesta and Lucien’s advice. With that decided, I take a quick bath and get dressed before heading to the dining room to find something to eat.

I entered the room surprised to find Nesta sitting in her usual position, Cassian next to her holding her hand and rubbing gentle circles along the back of it while they spoke.

“Good morning” I announce as I take my seat across from them

“Morning y/n” Cassian says while piling more food onto his plate

“So?” Nesta asked as I piled eggs, bacon, and bread with jam on my plate.

“So?” I repeat back to her, I know that she wants details about last night but I’m going to at least make her be direct about it.

“How did it go?” She clarifies, at this Cassian looks between the two of us clearly also wanting to hear the details.

“I couldn’t do it Nes, not after the announcement” she rolled her eyes but let me continue “It’s just the timing didn’t seem right, and I know I know you’re going to say the timing will never be right, but Nes you didn’t see him. He looked so happy, so carefree, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it by dropping this bombshell on him.”

“Look y/n, I love you and I will support you with whatever you decide to do.”

“I feel like a -but- is coming” I interject

“but-” she continues with one of her signature looks. “Don’t you think it would be worse to wait? That it will only be a bigger deal if they actually go through with getting married? Maybe it would hurt everyone involved less if you told them before planning and preparations are made? I mean he deserves to make an informed decision about what to do about the bond”

“I don’t know Nes.” I look to Cassian who is silently eating his breakfast “wait a second- what do you mean actually go through with getting married? Do you think they won’t go through with it?”

“All I know is that Feyre and Rhys are preparing for the worst-case scenario. I mean she is a mated female and if Lucien wanted to, he could invoke a blood duel as per Autumn Court tradition. Not to mention tension among the courts is still fragile after the treaty business last year.”

“Lucien wouldn’t do that; he doesn’t see mated females as his property in that way.” I said “Also, he isn’t technically an Autumn Court male anymore. He is the high lord apparent of the Day Court.”

“Regardless of his court standing, he is still her mate. He also has the strongest of relationships with the human realm and I don’t know if Rhys and Feyre are prepared to lose an asset like him due to Elain’s need to rebel.” She said matter of factly.

“What do you think Cass?” I asked the male.

He went still a moment, his brows furrowing as though he was debating what exactly to say in this situation. “I think that Nes has a point, I mean the longer you wait the more people may get hurt by the news and I think that he deserves to know; he has been infatuated with the idea of mates since we were younger and I don’t know what changed his mind, but I think he is just looking for commitment and Elain is looking to rebel, and they just found each other. I also stand by my previous statement during training, I love him dearly, he is my brother, but gods damn is he an idiot sometimes.”

I can’t help but laugh at his statement. “I’ll consider it” I look between the two of them “I promise I will think about it, and I’ll talk to Rhys and Feyre to see what they think.”

The couple nodded as we continued with breakfast. We switched the conversation to training and general news. Once we had finished, we went our separate ways. I thought a lot about what they had said and sent a note to find the high lord and lady and ask for their advice with this whole thing. I immediately got a response that appeared in Rhysand’s elegant script offering to winnow me to the River House this afternoon to meet them in his office. I immediately accepted sending the magical paper back to its sender and decided to indulge myself in a book until the meeting time.

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I hadn’t realized how many hours had passed until the high lord materialized in the library. I put my book on a nearby table and offered a simple greeting. Rhys held out his arm which I took without hesitation, the familiar pulling sensation taking over as we winnowed directly to the high lord’s office. When we arrived, I turned to find Feyre entering the room with Nyx. The little prince reaching his arms out. I hadn’t noticed before, but his wings were getting stronger, and he was gaining some control over them as he flapped them in an attempt to launch himself into his father’s waiting arms.

“Hey y/n” the high lady said handing Nyx to her mate who beamed at the boy now securely in his embrace.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure” Rhysand asked, Feyre simply nodded in agreement.

“Well, you know that I love you both, and that I value your opinion.” The two nodded listening intently ���After Solstice, after the engagement, I think I am just looking for some advice about what to do about Azriel. You know whether I should still tell him about the bond or just leave it alone. I talked to Cassian and Nesta earlier and now I’m asking you what you think.”

The two look at each other, silently communicating as they tended to do. Feyre was the one to speak “You know I love my family; I love both of my sisters but there are just so many logistics involved with this whole union. I mean you are Azriel’s mate whether you tell him and whether or not he accepts it and the same goes for Elain, she is welcome to reject the bond with Lucien but to me it seems like she is just running away from the idea altogether.” She took a breath “and Lucien, I mean he is not only my friend but also an ally of this court and he has every right to invoke the blood duel should he want to. its just spiraled, the whole thing from a harmless flirtation to a disaster.” She looked at her mate who gave her a nod of approval.

“Look you two, I don’t know where this idea came from that Lucien is going to challenge Az but he isn’t an Autumn Court male anymore and finds the blood duel repulsive and when has he given any indication that he would do something like that. When he got to the night court, he let Elain have her space and he hasn’t pushed the bond on her. He’s never tried to force anything on her, and he wouldn’t now just because they are engaged.”

“You have a valid point” Feyre said “But the whole reason you came here was to ask our opinion on your situation. I think both Rhys and I agree that you should still tell him. I mean had he not proposed, you would have told him at the solstice party. We think that he deserves to have all the information before he makes a big decision like this, like marriage.”

I nod my head as she speaks, her words echoing that of Cassian and Nesta’s from this morning. “I guess I have a lot to think about”

“Look, no matter what happens just know we are here for you to help you through this” Rhysand says breaking his silence.

“I’m scared” I admit to them

“Well look at it this way” Feyre begins “at least you will be the one to tell him and not a Suriel” she gives Rhys a mischievous look as he grins

“I was going to tell you…eventually” he said “The Suriel just got to you first AND I was gravely injured if you recall”

Feyre let out a laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips and to Nyx’s forehead. “I think it is all going to work out y/n”

I let out a long breath “Okay, well now that that is settled, hand me that baby because I need time with my nephew”

Rhys grins handing Nyx to me, I bounce the babe on my knees and enjoy some family time with the three of them for the remainder of the night.

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It had been a month since my conversations with Nesta and Feyre about what to do and I was still no closer to a decision. I had even gone as far as making pro and con lists which were scattered across my desk with various reasons why I should tell him, and why I shouldn’t. Reason number one being that they seemed so happy. Just yesterday they had announced that they intended to marry a week after Starfall, which was only a few months away.

I continued thinking about my reasons as I got ready for the day. I was going to be helping Gwyn with research in the library today. I had to admit I was excited to spend the day surrounded by books and to be around Gwyn, I had been so busy with the new developments with Azriel that I had neglected time with my friend, and I intended to make up for it.

I was putting on my shoes in a chair in the corner of my bedroom when I heard a rustling on my desk. I looked over as a letter appeared on top of a pile of other correspondence, my name scrawled across the front with handwriting I immediately recognized. I jumped up from my position taking the letter in my hands as I tore open the envelope and couldn’t help the smile on my face as I read it.

My Dearest Y/N,

I hope you are doing well. I have found myself missing your company in the past weeks since my relocation to my father’s court. I have been keeping busy, learning the history of the court, and enjoying the vast library, it really is unmatched. I think you would love it. No, I know you would love it here. Anyways, what updates do you have from the Night Court? I take it everyone is well. I’m sure it has been hard on you these weeks since the engagement and I want to remind you that you have a friend, a friend who happens to know exactly what you’re going through and one that has come to care greatly for you. please remember that you always have a place in my court should you need to escape.

Yours,

Lucien

I made myself a mental note to send a response as I checked the time realizing I was late and made my way downstairs to the library.

I was immediately greeted by Gwyn, the red head smiling at me in one of her big genuine smiles, her eyes sparkling with the gesture, and she pulled me into a tight hug. “Oh, I have missed you so much y/n” she says

“I missed you too Gwyn”

“Okay you have so much to catch me up on” she says practically bouncing with excitement over our girl talk today which we did between tasks for Clotho and finding some research for another priestess Gwyn is helping. I told her everything, I needed another opinion about what to do from someone not currently in a mating bond. Someone who might understand my reservations a little better.

“How do you feel about it all?” she asks as we work on reshelving books in the lower levels.

“I feel…” I take a breath “I don’t know I guess I feel conflicted, on one hand I want him to know maybe for my own benefit, but I mean is it fair of me to just make this choice for him? What if he feels like Elain? Like the bond is a burden he wants to run from? I don’t know if I can deal with that kind of rejection. On the other hand, I don’t tell him and continue my life like it is now and let him continue his life that he chose with Elain but what if one day it snaps for him and he wants to explore it, but they have a life, maybe a family? I am just confused and scared, and I don’t know what to do. The consensus has been that I need to tell him and that’s what I am leaning towards, but I just don’t know Gwyn.”

“I think that the only person who can decide what to do is you.” the priestess says “I mean you get all this advice about what’s fair for him. But what is fair to you?”

I was pondering over her words when suddenly a note materialized on the cart. I recognized the script immediately and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.

Meet me on the roof

-Az

“What do you think he wants?” I ask

“Only one way to find out” she says “I think you should figure out what you want y/n, I think you two should figure out if you’re even compatible before you decide. Maybe spend time with him without the influence of other people, just you two to see how you interact. Maybe it’ll help you to make your decision. Remember that mating bonds were initially put in place by the mother for prime breeding benefits, we live in a modern world and maybe it’s an antiquated concept now”

“Thanks Gwyn” I said pulling the female into another hug “I guess I have somewhere to be”

“Good luck” she says disappearing behind a bookshelf, continuing with her work. I take a deep breath and make my way upstairs.

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I couldn’t help the thoughts running through my head as I made my way up to the roof, the most dominant one being what If he knows. I try to not look concerned as I open the door, the sunlight catching me off guard for a moment as I make out his figure in our usual spot, sitting on the edge of the roof with his legs dangling over the side. His wings looking powerful and poised behind him.

His shadows immediately slither over to greet me, as they do, he turns from his position to look at me approaching. “Hey y/n” he says patting the empty space next to him.

I carefully set myself down beside him, hoping he can’t hear how loud my heart is beating. After a moment of silence, I manage to say “So, why did you ask me here?”

“To be honest…I’m not really sure” He says “I feel like you are one of the only people I can really talk to you know. The others, I love them, and they are my family, but I know they don’t approve of me right now.”

“Don’t approve of you why?”

“I know they have reservations about me and Elain. I mean months ago Rhys cornered me in his office and basically told me to stay away from her, and now we’re engaged. I know he and Feyre are probably figuring out the logistics of it all, you know because she is mated to Lucien.”

“I may have heard something like that from them.” I say “Can I just ask you why, if you know how your family feels and you have these reservations then why go through it”

“I think I’m in love with her”

“This seems like a lot of trouble for you think, I mean if you are going to vow to spend your life with someone shouldn’t you know you love them?” I asked him.

“I think that conversation we had a few weeks ago has really stuck with me, you know about mates. I can’t help but feel nostalgic. I spent hundreds of years certain I would find my mate and then I gave up on it and decided to try things with Elain and maybe I feel guilty. Because if I were in Lucien’s position, I would hate the male and I would be in absolute hell watching my mate fall in love with and intend to marry someone else.”

“I know Lucien doesn’t hate you, he may dislike you because of his instincts but he trusts Elain to make her own decisions. He would never force her to accept the bond or choose him unless it is what she truly wanted.”

“You talk with Lucien?” he asks, looking over at me, his eyes meeting mine.

“Of course, I mean we’re friends and have been for some time now”

“I guess I didn’t notice”

“There are a lot of things you don’t notice” I say quietly under my breath.

“What was that?” he asks

“Oh nothing” I reply, “but Az if you feel guilty you can pull out you know. You don’t have to go through with any of this if you feel that way.”

“I know, its just” he pauses taking a deep breath “I don’t think anyone else would love me, maybe this is it. Maybe this is my one chance at some kind of happiness”

“I don’t think the universe works that way Az” he looks at me “Besides there are plenty of people who love you, myself included”

“I know that y/n, I just feel like I’m making a huge mistake, every instinct is screaming that this is wrong, and I can’t shake it.”

“I should give you Iremia, seems like you could use the tranquility” I say jokingly

“That’s what you named it? The dagger?” he asked

I nod my head in confirmation “Yeah, I figured I could use a little calm in my life so why not”

“It’s a great name” he says.

“Look Az, maybe you should call off the wedding if you are having these doubts. No one would blame you for taking the time to think about it, this is the rest of your life you are talking about, and you should be sure you want to spend it with Elain. Especially if you’re having such strong doubts.”

“I just don’t want to hurt anyone” he says softly

“I know the feeling” I say bringing my eyes down to look at my hands.

“Y/n?” he says my name softly, almost a whisper and I turn my head to face him. He is looking at me and his eyes met mine, and I noticed them drift lower before his gaze is resting on my lips. My breath became caught in my throat. Was he going to kiss me? I thought as his mouth parted slightly, his breath becoming uneven as he began to lean into me.

“Az?” A soft voice said interrupting the moment.

“Elain” he said quickly, practically jumping away from me and making his way over to her placing a kiss to her temple “What are you doing up here?” he asked her.

“We have dinner plans…remember?” she replied, “I figured I would save you a trip by coming here.” She looked over at me, I was rising from the mat “Hello y/n” she said politely

I immediately felt embarrassed and fought the redness rising on my face as I gave her a nonchalant greeting back.

“Thanks for the talk y/n” Azriel says “I’ll see you in training tomorrow”

I give them both a small smile as they depart his shadows swirling as he winnows them away. The conversation runs over again in my head. Did he suspect something? Was he going to kiss me? Would I have let him?

I make my way downstairs to my room to change before dinner with the Inner Circle, minus Elain and Azriel who apparently had other plans for the evening. My thoughts no clearer than they were this morning.

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Once bathed and changed I made it to the dining room to find it already full of people. Nesta and Cass were in their usual seats as were Feyre, Rhys, Nyx, Mor, and even Amren to my surprise. I took up my seat across from Nesta and began to fill my plate.

The conversation was normal, mostly updates about Nyx and about the Valkyries training about new developments in the Hewn city and general news. Until Feyre cleared her throat drawing my attention. “So, y/n, what is new on the Azriel front?” she tried to sound nonchalant about it, but the air was thick with tension.

“Here we go” I said rolling my eyes as I prepared for the same speech I had gotten for weeks from them about how I needed to do the right thing and tell him and basically just get it over with.

“Clearly you have all made your opinions on the matter known. So why don’t you all just tell me what to do.” I look around the room meeting their gaze, my tone elevating as I continued “If anyone has an idea of how I should better deal with this please let me know because I feel like I am losing my mind.” My voice breaks but I take a deep breath and continue. “I know what you all think about it, but it isn’t your decision to make. If and when I tell him about this it will be on MY terms.”

“We just want to help you” Feyre says softly.

“As if any of you can help me, as if any of you can fathom what it’s like. Except you Rhys, but only briefly because it worked out in your favor. What would you all suggest I do hmm? Oh, wait you have all already told me what you think. Why do I need to rush and make a decision like this just because you all have an opinion about it?”

“y/n-” Nesta begins, but I cut her off.

“Because on one hand, I tell him about the bond and ruin any chance of happiness he has built for himself. On the other I don’t say a word, and one day the bond may snap for him, and he resents me for not telling him. Oh, and not to mention the other important piece here, Elain. You all would have me be the villain that steps in to ruin her wedding, to ruin a choice she made, a choice they both made. I can’t do that. No, actually I won’t do that.”

“But y/n-” Cassian began

“There is no but, that is all there is to it Cass. Either way I lose” the others look down at their hands, mulling over what I said.

“I’m going to bed” I announce, getting up from the table and making my way to my bedroom. I hear their hushed voices arguing as I make my way up the stairs, I do my best to block it out.

Once making it to my room, I close the door softly behind me and make my way to my desk. I take deep steadying breaths trying to ignore the feeling of being suffocated, of being forced into something so serious. I turn my head and catch a glimpse of Lucien’s last letter. I look it over again, suddenly getting an idea.

I grab a piece of parchment, and a pen and scrawl out a quick reply before losing my nerve.

Dearest Lucien,

I am doubtful of my ability to remain here surrounded by happy mated couples. Watching Elain and Azriel plan their wedding is torture. Getting advice from people who know nothing of what I am going through is torture and to be honest I miss you more than I can express. So, how soon can I visit? I feel that some time away would do me good. I need to figure out what my life is without him, who I am without him. Perhaps you can help with that.

Yours,

Y/N

Next Chapter ->

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Yandere EraserMic- primarily Aizawa coming to the conclusion that harsh orders and threats of punishment just makes you terrified of him and that he has to be gentle with his sweet sensitive little Kitten. Your feelings are just so easily hurt, he doesn’t even mean to be so harsh, honest! Meanwhile, Hizashi is such a natural at getting his princess to sing 🎶 he cant help feeling jealous

The teacher looked at the two of you from the doorway with crossed arms. You were sitting on the bed doodling while his husband happily went on about his day using gestures and poking you occasionally. All you did was briefly look at him before continuing your activity, not bothering to engage with the radio host as he continued on. 

Why wasn’t that him?

Out of worry of Hizashi not being too firm, he had played ‘bad cop’ setting the rules and reminding you of the punishments that would entail. Said-punishment was mostly just lecturing you when you got ahold of his computer. You had tried to notify ‘your friends’ who had laughed at how ‘silly’ you were for disappearing off the face of the Earth for two whole weeks and still eluding the police. He let you play out the rest of the interaction in front of him proving that your friends weren’t actually thinking of your best interest. Proving him right the conversation steered to you being an attention hog and them being more than thrilled about your disappearance before blocking you. He sccolded you, not for trying to escape but for even going to them in the first place. This was the reason they took you, why couldn’t you accept that?! You cried and denied him as you had begun to do everytime he asked anything of you. He was tired of it, especially when you seemed perfectly fine with Hizashi.

“Heya Songbird, have you spoken to Sho, today?”

The mention had you sending a prolonged glance to the curious gaze before rolling your eyes and continuing what you were doing. His smile fell before returning once more as he momentarily peaked at his significant other who finally left in a huff. 

“Y’know he likes you just as much as I do? He was just concerned that's all…”

“Concerned enough to just yell at me?”

He nearly reeled back in shock at the bite in your voice as you started drawing vigorously. He was happy you cared but it seemed that you misinterpreted his beloved’s concern. Internally he puffed his chest and gleamed: time to play cupid! With a boastful till in his voice he leaned in closer to you practically swooning as you let his cheek touch your uncovered shoulder. 

“Zawa is a teacher, after all it's usual that he slips into teacher-mode when he’s frustrated.”

You huffed and cutely pouted as you focused on your drawings again, unconsciously leaning into the massaging that Hizashi was giving you. Slotting himself behind you he had you sit in between his legs with his head right near your ear. 

“If he was a bit..softer would you maybe give him a chance?”

You paused your drawing as you looked up into the the canopycover that hung over your bed before humming in thought. You were completely oblivious to the joyful preening of the pro hero behind you who finally came back to reality when you spoke. 

“Maybe…but I’m still mad at the both of you for kidnapping me in the first place.”

“Okay, Songbird.”

“And don’t tell him that I said any of this, I don’t need him sucking up to me all of a sudden.”

“Hai, hai, my chops are sealed!” 

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Shota was trying to calm his nerves as he sat beside you on the couch. Occupied with his own task of grading papers, he casually left a piping hot mug of your favorite drink in front of you. Without looking away he could feel you perk up before wrapping your hands around the mug and drinking away. He fought the urge to proudly smile as he witnessed his plan take into effect; after some *hints from someone anonymous* he had found himself treating you like a misbehaving dog when in fact you were a soft little kitten who had gone through so much before they lovingly intervened. So he treats you like the hesitant foster kittens that he’s homed from time-to-time by first beginning to associate him with good things.

So for at least three weeks he will bring you something everytime you have these moments where Hizashi is out and he’s left to watch you while you lounge on the couch. It's a silent offering when he just casually passes things to you from snacks from places you used to frequent to full-on meals from restaurants you used to treat yourself to. This wouldn’t mean much if you hadn’t already witnessed Hizashi throwing your leftovers away as he mumbled about throwing away your ‘poison food’. It wasn’t planned that Shota would now be the ‘good cop’ but it still worked and slowly but surely you began opening up to him. 

And like most of his foster kittens eventually you move in closer to him. Physically brushing beside him to full on leaning on him when he sets himself beside you. From then on the pro-hero hesitates to ‘punish’ you if at all. More like light reprimands if anything.  And if he does have to its with Yamada on his side. 

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A friends to lovers with Jason Todd. Pretty please 🙏

A/N: Thank you for the ask! This seems kind of off-topic, but if you'd like, I could write a sequel. Enjoy! :)

Update: Here's the sequel

To say it was weird would be an understatement. Dick was so used to seeing Jason and you glued to the hip, doing everything together, never growing tired of each other's presence. It drove him and the rest of the family crazy because it was so fucking obvious to everyone but the two of you how much you cared for and loved each other. The two of you were too clouded by your respective insecurities to understand.

So it was weird seeing Jason without you during his trip back to Gotham. He wanted to ask, but Damian had given a small shake of his head when Dick asked, stating that the situation was so trivial, that he wanted it to come out of Jason's mouth so he could see how childish it was.

He was able to find him in the greenhouse, occupied with Alfred's latest hobby that would entice him to visit the manor more. He'd seen Jason work with the plants; he was usually meticulous and gentle, sometimes talking to them as he repotted them and separated stubborn roots from the soil. The person he was staring at, however, was a terrible substitute; soil was strewn everywhere, and broken pots lay on the table as Jason harshly repotted some monsteras.

"Alfred's not gonna be too happy." Dick ignored the sweat rolling down his neck. He was never too fond of the stifling humidity.

"I'll buy him new ones," Jason grumbled, grunting when he finally got the monstera into its pot.

"Okay, okay, put the poor plant down before I call Ivy," He sighed when the pot was placed on the table, "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

It was Jason's turn to sigh as he tugged his gloves off. "It's nothing."

"You sure?" Jason nodded. "Then where's Y/N?"

"Fine, it's something." His brother sighed again. "You remember the new museum exhibit?"

"The mythology one? I remember you said Y/N and you were supposed to go yesterday." Dick paused, his eyes widening in realization. "Jason!"

"I know, I know! Okay, I'm an ass, but Black Mask had a last-minute shipment coming in. I had to be there."

"What did you tell them?"

Jason lowered his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. "That I didn't wanna waste my time."

"Jason!"

"I panicked, okay?! They called me right when the shipment ended and I needed to get down there," He groaned, "I've been trying to call, but I'm pretty sure I've been blocked."

"What'd you expect? Hey Jason, you were an ass to me, but that's okay."

"You're not making it any better."

"Why didn't you tell them what you were actually doing?"

Jason shook his head. "No, no. I can't. I can't- if they get hurt because of me, I'll never forgive myself. I can't-"

"Jay," Dick spoke softly to soothe his brother's worries. "Y/N deserves to know. Hell, out of everyone we've brought to the manor, they're at the top of the list. You've known them for ages and you trust each other. I'll be damned if you let your friendship end because you're scared."

Jason was quiet as he thought.

"I can't lose them, Dick."

The last time Dick heard Jason so vulnerable and honest was when he told him about his mom, about what happened to her. It had been ages since he let his guard down and Dick knew it was difficult for him, but he also knew how much Y/N meant to him, even if he didn't sometimes.

"You won't," He insisted, "Y/N's stubborn, they can handle themselves. I've seen them physically and verbally hand people's asses to them. If anything, any goon who tries to hurt them will probably leave once they start cussing out their haircut."

Jason snorted. "I think they'll start with their life choices 'fore going for the looks."

"True." Dick looked at Jason with a small smile. "So, what's the plan?"

"First, figure out where they are. I called their work and they said they called off. Second, apologize endlessly until they accept. Then... then I'll tell them. And after, if they still wanna be around me, we'll go to the exhibit."

Dick clapped him on the shoulder. "Sounds like a plan. I can call them, say something about needing help finding something for my apartment."

"Alright, 007. Let me know what they say." Jason reached for the gloves again. "I have some cleaning up to do."

Dick nodded and started towards the door. Jason didn't trust easily. He said he'd learned his lesson with his mom in Ethiopia. It took Dick months, if not years, after his death to regain the sliver of trust he'd been given when Jason first came to the manor. He sees it when he interacts with Bruce and when Alfred calls him for holidays and family dinners. But there was never a moment of hesitation with you.

The two of you met on the streets when you protected Jason from being attacked by the older kids after he managed to steal some groceries from the supermarket. He disappeared and came back with a chocolate bar, which you shared in the corner of Gotham Library while you tucked into your respective groups. Since then, the two of you were inseparable. You knew everything about each other and it disturbed Bruce and Alfred the first time they met you. After Jason was adopted (you were offered the same deal, but refused), he'd swing by every minute he could, bringing you food, new clothes, small knickknacks for your hidey hole, whatever to make you more comfortable. Dick would say that in times of separation, your bond was stronger than ever. That's why he couldn't let Jason give you up. Both of you meant too much to each other.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"If you trust them this much, I think it's time to tell them the truth."

And by the look on his brother's face, Dick knew he understood what he meant.

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Nightmares (Armitage Hux x Reader)

Summary: Armitage has a nightmare but you’re there to comfort him.

Warnings/Tags: memories of child abuse, hurt/comfort, some angst but really mostly fluff, gn!reader (let me know if I missed anything!)

Words: 1,057

Author’s Note: so, uh, this is my first fanfic ever! I’m super happy to take constructive criticism but please be nice -- I’m sensitive 😅 This is just entirely self-indulgent because I’ve had this scenario in my head for months and I just finally had to get it out. I hope you enjoy it!

          Armitage was shaking. His mind had gone blank, no thoughts except trying to block his father’s next blow. It was useless of course. Brendol was so much bigger and stronger, and running now would only make the punishment even worse later. Armitage squeezed his eyes shut, trying to numb himself to the feeling of Brendol’s hands against his face again and again. His fists were so large and meaty and unbelievably hot. Or maybe that was just Armitage’s pale skin, reacting to both the violence inflicted upon it and the tide of anger and fear that was rising steadily inside him, flushing his extremities as adrenaline coursed through his blood.

           But then the steady pummeling began to fade, the feeling of his father’s fists growing fainter. Now there were new hands. Smaller hands. Cooler hands. And there was a voice.

           “Armitage!” the voice was so sweet, quavering with worry. The gentle hands pressed against his overheated cheeks, the grounding reality of the skin-to-skin contact slowly pulling him from the hell to which his unconscious mind had decided to deliver him.

           He blinked his eyes open slowly, adjusting to the soft darkness in the room. His vision was almost… watery. Had he been crying? As his eyes focused, they found your face in front of his, eyes wide with worry, your hands still pressed to his face.

           “Armitage…” you said again, more quietly this time, realizing your attempt to free him from his own mind had worked. You moved your hands, carefully brushing lingering tears away from the faint freckles that dotted his face. He had been crying.

           His mind gained clarity more slowly than his vision, portions of his thoughts still caught in the shadowy tendrils of the dream. He closed his eyes again, focusing of the feeling of your soft palms pressed against his skin. Reaching up, he cupped your hands in his, pulling them gently from his face and intertwining his fingers with yours. He took a deep breath, just like you had taught him, and opened his eyes again.

           The parts of his brain that had not yet broken free from the terror of the dream tried to convince him that you too were merely a figment of his dreaming mind, an imaginary balm sent to comfort him momentarily only to leave him all the more devastated when he finally woke up alone. But you were still there, looking at him with the same concerned expression. That’s when he noticed that there were thin, sparkling tear tracks on your own cheeks, faintly illuminated by the starlight that crept into the room.

           He lifted one of his hands from where it lay folded with yours to echo your earlier gesture. He cupped your cheek carefully, brushing the tears from your face. Your gaze relaxed a little then, and it was your turn to close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

           “Was it your father again?” you asked quietly after a moment, your gaze focused on his face again, searching his expression for the answer, even though you already knew it. Armitage nodded slowly, not yet sure he could trust his voice not to break. He swallowed, trying to steady himself. No one else ever saw him like this. On the bridge, he was composed and authoritative. With his engineers, he was organized and knowledgeable. With his officers, he was professional and controlled. But here, in his chambers, he was a frightened child again, helpless against his father’s rage. He was crying and shaking, unsteady and unraveled. But you folded him in the warmth that seemed to flow from you as easily as light from a star. You wrapped him up in your compassion, your understanding. Your love. a comfort he thought he would never feel, that he thought he would never deserve to feel. Yet here you were all the same. Holding him in the dark and pulling all his broken pieces back together again. He had to tell you.

           “It was my father, and…” Armitage had never been good at expressing affection, or even fondness. The example of his father and the strict professionalism of the Order had stripped him of his vulnerability long ago. But he could feel it beginning to bloom again, encouraged by the sunlight in your smile and tended by your gentle hands. So he tried again: “but the worst part was…” He faltered again, feeling his voice break. You didn’t rush him, just continued to hold his hands in yours, absently running your fingers in circles against his skin.

           “The worst part was that for a moment I thought you were just a dream as well.” It all spilled out in a rush, pouring from his mouth before he could choke on the delicate, vulnerable words. Your fingers stilled as you processed his hurried confession. When the full meaning of his words finally hit you, he barely had time to react.

           You launched yourself against him, wrapping your arms around him, completely enveloping him in your comforting scent and warm presence.

           “I’m here,” you whisper in his ear, the quiver in your voice suggesting that you might be crying again. “I promise. I’m here.”

           Armitage buried his face in your neck, letting his tears fall against your skin as he pulled you into him, wanting you to be as close as possible. This time though, the tears weren’t from anger or fear, but from a feeling that was so much lighter, so much more… lovely than anything he’d felt before. He didn’t have a name for it yet, but he knew he only felt it when he was with you.

           He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms, just breathing. Eventually he laid back down against the mattress, bringing you with him and holding you firmly against his chest. You were real. You were real. You were real. The weight and warmth of your body against his helped him assure himself it was true. You curled into him, sighing contently as he ran a hand through your hair. After a few moments, he felt your breathing deepen as you fell back into the waiting embrace of sleep. He followed soon after, no longer haunted by memories of his past, but dreaming only of you and of your future together.

[starglitterz]

comforting you when you cry.

feat; aether, albedo, amber, ayaka, baal, barbara, beidou, bennett, childe, chongyun, dainsleif, diluc, diona, eula, fischl, ganyu, gorou, hu tao, jean, kazuha, kaeya, keqing, klee, kokomi, lisa, lumine, miko, mona, ningguang, noelle, qiqi, razor, rosaria, sara, sayu, scaramouche, sucrose, thoma, venti, xiangling, xiao, xingqiu, xinyan, yanfei, yoimiya, zhongli x gn!reader

warnings; crying, can be interpreted as platonic i think (besides diona/klee/qiqi/sayu which are 100% platonic)

a/n; rushed to get this published in a day bc i think we all could use some comforting :> i hope you enjoy this and that it brings a smile to your face!

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

AETHER quickly pulls you into a hug, stroking your head while a jumble of questions spill out of his mouth. if you're unwilling to answer, he doesn't pressure you, but he remains embracing you until you calm down.

ALBEDO envelops you in a warm hug, his blonde strands of hair tickling the top of your head. "i don't know why you're upset..." he murmurs while entwining his hands with yours, "but studies have shown hugs can make people feel better, and that's what i want for you."

AMBER freaks out, cupping your face with her gloved hands and pressing her forehead against yours to remind you that she's always there for you. she even lets you cuddle baron bunny, although she pretends to be upset later that you like the stuffed toy more than her.

AYAKA rarely deals with outbursts like this as the representative of the kamisato clan, so she's not entirely sure what to do. however, she sits beside you gracefully, holding your hand tightly and squeezing it every few minutes as a wordless reassurance that she is there for you.

lightning flashes, thunder booms and the sky begins to darken when BAAL sees you like this. the electro archon wants nothing more than to strike down those who hurt you, but she won't leave your side until there's a smile on your face once more - there's no point in eternity without you.

BARBARA is wonderful at consoling you, and she hugs you warmly before beginning to sing a gentle song, petting your head as you lay in her lap. her voice is mellifluous and comforting, and you drift off to sleep as she presses a kiss on your head, reminding you that tomorrow will be a better day.

at first, BEIDOU may not realise how seriously sad you are, inviting you to come drown your sorrows in some drinks with her. but after noticing how you decline, she crouches beside you and tells you that, "there's no treasure in the sea a pirate could find that's more precious than you are to me."

BENNETT worries that his bad luck has brought you misfortune, but when you manage to mumble out that it isn't his fault, he still sticks right by you. while he's too nervous to touch you and make things worse, he grins widely at you and thanks you for staying with him even when things were rough - "you're the best member of benny's adventure team, and my good luck charm!"

upon seeing you, CHILDE'S mind instantly flashes to every single one of his enemies that could have hurt you, and while he dashes to wrap you in a hug, his thoughts rush to ways to murder those who dared to hurt you. his chin balances on top of your head while his long arms surround you, keeping you warm and seemingly blocking out all your negativity.

CHONGYUN gets very worried, and though he isn't the best at comforting, he lets you bury your head in his shoulder and cry your eyes out. for once, the proximity doesn't make him heat up, because he's far too concerned for you to worry about that. he also offers you an icy popsicle, because that's how he usually cheers himself up, and he wants you to be happy again.

DAINSLEIF panics, but he doesn't show it as he dashes to your side like a heroic knight. he isn't sure how to handle situations like this, so he awkwardly pats your back and says, "you're strong enough to get through this. i... may not believe in gods, but i have faith in you." his starry coat swirls around you both like a blanket, and even though the gestures of comfort feel alien to him, he hopes you know he's trying his best.

DILUC trembles, hand reaching for his vision as white-hot anger rushes through him. but he recalls that you're the priority, and wraps his arms around you. the scent of his cologne surrounds you, and you bury your head in his chest - he doesn't mind when you wet his shirt, and he murmurs a soft "i love you," in your ear as a caring reminder.

in DIONA'S mind, a million alarm bells are going off, and her ears prick up as she hisses under her breath at the thought of someone harming you. to you directly, however, she mixes your favourite drink and offers it to you, muttering, "i hope you like the drink... please feel better soon. though it's not like i care!"

EULA runs to your side, elegance forgotten in the fear clouding her mind that something has happened to you. she isn't very keen on physical affection due to her upbringing as a noble, but now she throws away her hesitation and hugs you while vowing, "i will exact vengeance on whoever hurt you!"

FISCHL cannot find it in her to burst into a monologue when she sees your huddled figure. her gloved hand traces your cheek, and trails a stroke down your hair. oz perches on your shoulder, his ticklish feathers ruffling your cheek, and when you look up at her, the prinzessin offers you a small smile, "as royalty, you're my favourite subject."

GANYU drops all the paperwork she's been carrying, the sheets flying into the air like snow. she couldn't care less about them though, as she plops down beside you, tilting your face to hers with worry glimmering in her eyes. realising you're not hurt, she exhales a sigh of relief and hugs you with a whisper, "i'm here for you."

GOROU is by your side in the blink of an eye, a low growl escaping his throat as he scans your surroundings. his ears are flattened, and his arms are thrust protectively around you. upon sensing the lack of danger, he nuzzles into your cheek, his hair caressing your cheek - he doesn't need words to let you know he loves you.

HU TAO is actually very good at comforting you, though her playful demeanor makes her seem like the opposite. she lets you cry till it feels like your tear ducts are dry, and then she starts cracking jokes. they're stupid, and half don't even make sense, but they put a smile on your face, and when she notices your expression, she grins, "there you are."

JEAN isn't the dandelion knight and acting grandmaster for no reason, she's immediately beside you, uttering sweet words which sound like honey. barely a minute passes and she's already mopped up your tears and helped you calm down with soothing advice and reminders. she even lets you cry onto her shoulder if you'd like, without a word of complaint even when her uniform sleeve is stained with tears.

KAZUHA hugs you tightly, the type of hug which feels like he's never going to let you go, the type of hug which feels like you're going to be okay, that things will get better. even his fountain of poetic speak dries up now as he pulls you impossibly closer, "you will be okay, and you'll come out of this stronger than before."

KAEYA can relate all too well to your predicament, he sees himself in your tears and shaking figure. so, he held you the way he's always wanted to be held, with your head in the crook of his neck as you sob quietly. for once, he doesn't make any sly, flirty comments, he stays silent as you cry. but once you've calmed down, he teases you by using his vision to make his hands, which are still holding you, freezing cold.

while KEQING may primarily be a busy woman in charge of running the nation, that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to handle emotional issues. she sits beside you, one hand sliding to hold yours as she starts telling you about her day to get your mind off the problem. it works, and when you've calmed down, she's the perfect person to get advice from about your troubles.

KLEE is quite confused, but she does her best to make you feel better. "hey, would you like a hug? my mom always says those help put a smile on anybody's face! or maybe we could go fishblasting? that definitely makes klee smile! klee wants you to smile again, so let's go!"

a small hydro fish wiggles in front of your nose, and you already know that KOKOMI is in the room with you. as she kneels down beside you, her hand cups your cheek, and her sea blue eyes, shining with concern, meet yours. a small smile curves her lips, "you're so strong, you know that? i'm proud of you."

LISA pulls you into a hug, placing her chin on your head as she rubs comforting circles onto your back. she never says a word as you sob into her torso, but once you've cooled down, electro energy begins to fizz around her fingers, "so, who did this to you?"

LUMINE silently sits beside you, one arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you close, letting you lean against her for stability as you cry your eyes out. it's not much, but she doesn't move, and honestly that helps remind you that she isn't going to leave you alone. she's also a very good listener to vent to, as she will never interrupt, and only offer advice if asked to.

when MIKO caught you, you thought she would laugh at you. however, her reaction was the polar opposite, as she made you a cup of tea and sat beside you before beginning to read a book. once your sniffles had quietened down, she turned to you, "now, would you like to talk about it? i've got the next millenium to listen."

MONA is quite awkward in terms of dealing with people, distancing herself from people due to her status as an honourable astrologer didn't do much for her social skills. however, with you, she crouches beside you and pats your head, "are you okay?" she's even kind enough to spend her hard-earned money on you, and she's always strapped for cash, "hey, i just got some money. would you like to go out and eat? my treat."

NINGGUANG may be the tianquan, but you will always come first, you're just that important to her. when she sees you crying, she tilts your face upwards and swipes her thumb across your cheek to dry your tears. she then proceeds to hug you and pat your back, "you know you can tell me anything, right? also if you want anything that might make you feel better, just say the word and i'll buy it."

NOELLE sits down beside you, placing the basket of laundry she was carrying on her other side. she hugs you, and the warmth you feel chases away your last remnants of sadness. it's even better when she says she'll cook your favourite dish to help cheer you up, noelle would do anything if it meant you would feel better.

QIQI has zero clue what to do, so she crouches beside you and just... stares at you for a few minutes. however, the next moment, she extends one hand and pets your head, "qiqi wants y/n to smile. come, qiqi will take y/n to look at finches. finches make qiqi happy. qiqi hopes they make y/n happy too."

RAZOR nuzzles into your cheek and neck, his fuzzy hair and hood tickling you and prompting a laugh to escape your lips. he looks up at you inquisitively, tilting his head before saying, "y/n, don't be sad. razor... go hunt meat for y/n. y/n is razor lupical." razor hopes you can understand what he's trying to tell you, because he wants to help you in any way he can.

although distant to everyone else, ROSARIA actually pats your back and stays beside you while you cry. she doesn't say anything, because she isn't that good with comforting words unlike all the other nuns, but she stays. and her unmoving presence is enough to send you into tears all over again, because she mutters a promise to you, "i won't leave, no matter what."

SARA is definitely not the best at displaying affection, but for you, she always puts in as much affection as she can. when she sees you crying, anger causes her to clench her fist, but she hides it and rushes to your side to give you a warm hug, pressing her cheek against yours, "you're not alone, okay?"

SAYU is clueless as to what to do to comfort someone, so instead she just grabs your hands and says, "come on, let's go have a nap. people always think clearer after they sleep on it." she doesn't mean to be blunt, she just genuinely thinks that sleeping will help you think of other solutions to your problems.

SCARAMOUCHE starts cursing loudly and threatening murder at the top of his voice, it's likely that people on the other side of teyvat could hear him. after proclaiming how he's going to murder whoever did this to you, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly. it's a hug which conveys everything he can't say out loud, 'i hope you're okay.'

SUCROSE is very distressed, as she plops beside you and starts fidgeting with her fingers while her other hand massages repetitive motions onto your back. after a minute, your sobbing is unbearable for her, because she hates you being sad, so she tries to distract you by talking about alchemy. spoiler alert, it works, but the combination of her voice and the rhythm of her massage caused you to fall asleep in her lap.

THOMA is the number one fixer in inazuma, and this applies to emotional problems too. in the snap of a finger, he's prepared your favourite food, a tissue box and his attention, in case you'd like to rant to him. he's always willing to listen, and most of the time his advice is actually quite good, and he also gives great hugs.

when VENTI sees you sad, his archon side takes over. instead of just being mischievous, he also becomes more understanding and caring. he lets you lie on his lap, humming the melody to your favourite song softly while his hands stroke your head. when you've calmed down, he's also skilled at making silly faces to try and get you to laugh.

XIANGLING disappears after shoving guoba in your arms and telling you he's great for hugging when you're sad. a minute later, though, she reappears with a brand new plate of your favourite food, whipped up by her specially for you. she'll feed you so that you're too busy eating to worry about crying, and soon enough your sadness is chased away by the amount of love she adds into her cooking.

XIAO is definitely not the best at dealing with emotional situations, but he's been reading up on how to interact with mortals. so when he sees you like this, his first instinct is to hug you, which he does. when you sob into his shoulder, he's not sure what to do, so he pets your head before whispering so softly you can barely hear it, "you've defeated far worse things than this, and you will continue to be the strongest mortal i know. i believe in you." he also polishes his polearm in case he needs to break his 'no harming mortals' rule.

XINGQIU lets you lean on his shoulder and cry, and he also keeps one arm around your torso as a symbol of how much he cares for you. with his other hand, he reads his current favourite novel out loud to you, and if you're lucky, he'll even go off on a tangent about how he would have written this scene if he was the author, as well as explain almost every scene in painstaking detail. by the time he's done, your head will be spinning so much you won't have any energy to waste on being sad.

XINYAN hugs you and strokes your back as you sob. she's moderately hot thanks to her pyro vision, so a hug from her is the definition of a warm hug. she even strums her guitar while singing the lyrics to your favourite song softly, like an acoustic cover of it which helps you relax and realise that maybe your problems weren't as big as they first seemed.

YANFEI lets you lie down in her lap, gazing up at her with tears glittering in your eyes. whether or not you're still sobbing, yanfei holds your hands with a reassuring smile and starts narrating her day, going into detail about all the interesting cases she's done before. and if she sees you getting sleepy, tired after all that crying, she starts reciting liyuean law, which of course sends you off to dreamland in seconds.

YOIMIYA is full of energy, but when she sees you sad it's almost like all that energy got zapped out of her in a second. she's by your side immediately, cupping your cheeks and checking you all over to see if you're hurt while speaking a million sentences a minute. it would be overwhelming if it wasn't just her way of showing how worried she is for you. that night, you can be sure yoimiya releases a custom firework just for you, in the shape of a smiley face in your favourite colour.

ZHONGLI may have lived for centuries, but as a mortal he is at a loss for what to do in a situation like this. however, he tries his best, and lets you lie on him wherever you choose; be it his shoulder, lap or chest. he's very attentive to what you want, so if you want a tissue he'll fetch it immediately, and he does anything you want until you calm down. it's adorable to see, honestly.

quill speaks !

hi! this was my first time writing drabbles of this magnitude for this many characters, and it took about 3 hours T_T regardless, i hope that this is a fic which helps cheer you up, and that you revisit it whenever you're feeling sad, bc that was the whole point of me writing it - i wanted a fic which catered to almost the entire genshinblr community :)

speaking of which, i just want to say that whether you create/consume content here on genshinblr, we all came here due to a shared love of genshin impact; whether the reason is for its characters, gameplay, lore, or anything. this community is meant to be a safe, comfortable space for anybody who wishes to talk about the game, ramble about their day, or wtv they want! so let's do our best to keep it that way, alright? we're all human and we make mistakes, it's just important to move forward from them. i love you all, i hope you're taking care and staying safe !! feel free to come spam me in my inbox at any time if you need someone to chat with <3

anyways, enough of me talking. i'll end this a/n here bc i have nothing else to say, but i rlly hope you enjoy this fic !! it's def one of my favourites hehe :D

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you’d like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[writinggoblinslivehere]

An Affair (Hero x Villain)

Warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic abuse

“You don’t love him.” Hero leaned forward, their eyes pleading. “You love me.”

Villain looked away, closing their eyes, and Hero’s heart broke.

“But it doesn’t matter, does it?” Hero’s eyes burned. A chasm opened in their chest. “You’re leaving with him anyway.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t—” Villain squeezed their eyes shut like they could block out the world that way.

“Oh there’s plenty I don’t understand,” they spat. “Like how you can sneak around with me, telling me you love me, and then go home to a man who doesn’t care about you!” Hero pressed the ice pack to their lover’s bruising cheek. “Or how you can whisper you love me while we make love, but then say you’re choosing him.”

Villain’s hand covered theirs over the ice pack. The touch of their hand had Hero looking into their soft eyes again. “He’s my husband. I have to leave with him.” They shrugged before wincing as the movement pulled their stitches. “I took the vows.”

The mixed determination and regret in their eyes made Hero’s heart shatter all over again. They couldn’t listen to this. They couldn’t listen to the love of their life list reasons for why they had to stay with their abuser. For why their lover chose that asshole over them.

They ripped their hand away from Villain’s, making them hold the ice pack on their own, and stumbled back a few steps. “We were married once. Does that mean nothing to you?”

Villain’s eyes closed. “Hero—”

“No! Stop making excuses for him! He hit you!” Hero thrust their hands through their hair, desperately pulling at the roots. “He lost the right to be called your husband after that!”

The tears that fell from Villain’s eyes had Hero falling to their knees in front of them. They shook their head, the ice pack dropping into their lap. The bruises on their face stood out sharply against the flushed skin. The cuts from the shattered mirror had stopped bleeding an hour ago but Hero knew the deep ones would scar.

“It’s not his fault,” Villain whispered, staring at the ice pack in their hands. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have told him about us. You warned me not to, and I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have made him angry. It’s my—”

Hero surged back to their lover, cupping their cheeks. “It’s not your fault.” They ducked their head to look Villain in the eyes. “He shouldn’t have hit you! He’s—”

“He’s right though,” they whispered.

Villain looked exhausted. More than they ever had in any fight. Sitting on the counter under the warm lights in Hero’s kitchen, they looked broken.

They looked like they were ready to give up.

“He’s not—”

Villain pulled out of Hero’s gentle touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t have ever done this in the first place.”

“Have an affair?” Hero didn’t move from their place between their lover’s legs. They dropped their empty hands to the counter on either side of Villain’s hips, caging them in. Holding them, even when they couldn’t. “Or fall in love and get married?”

“We’re enemies,” Villain whispered, a fresh wave of tears spilling across their cuts. “We shouldn’t be anything but that.”

“And he’s your husband.” Hero stepped forward until they could feel the heat of their lover’s skin, even through their clothes. “You and I are enemies, yes. We had a messy divorce.”

Villain’s laugh was wet and weak, their chin wobbling with the effort not to fall apart.

“But I never hurt you.” Hero lifted their hand slowly—enough time for them to pull away—and cradled Villain’s face. Their thumb traced a gentle line across their lover’s cheekbone, mindful of the injuries. Even amongst the bruises and scrapes, Villain’s soft beauty still made Hero’s heart pound. Especially their beautiful pleading eyes. Always so full of emotion. It was one of things they loved most about them.

“I never took my anger out on you. Not even when we are on opposite sides of this ridiculous war.” Hero’s other hand reached for Villain’s own. They threaded their fingers together. “He’s your husband now, and he hurts you worse than your greatest enemy ever has.” Their thumb made another sweeping pass, this time to catch the tears as they overflowed.

They held Villain as they trembled. “How can you reason that away? How can you convince yourself it’s okay that your husband makes you bleed more than your nemesis. I am the villain of your story,” Hero whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “And I take better care of you than your husband does.”

Villain broke. Their body shuddered as the sobs racked through them. They clutched Hero’s wrists, tugging them desperately forward as the dam broke.

Hero swore. They wrapped their arms around their lover and pulled them in tightly. Villain buried their face in their neck and broke down entirely.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Hero wound a hand through their hair and wrapped the other arm around their waist. Villain wrapped their legs around Hero’s back and clung to them desperately. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Villain admitted with a cracked whisper. Their body shook with the force of their sobs. “It hurts so much. I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go back to him.”

“Never.” Hero lifted their lover into their arms and carried them to the bed they’d shared not too long ago.

Villain clutched them tighter, shaking. “I don’t want to go. Please. I just want to stay with you. Please don’t make me go.”

“I will never let you go,” Hero swore. They didn’t let go even as the trembling pair fell against the pillows. “I am never leaving you again. And I’ll kill him before I let him come anywhere near you.”

An almost laugh fell out between Villain’s sobs. “You won’t. You’re too good for that.”

“He is nothing. Insignificant. No one will notice if he disappears.” Hero pressed a kiss to the crown of their head and held them as tight as they dared. “For you, I’d do anything.”

I will keep you safe, Hero swore silently. Even if I have to become a villain to do it.

[naturesapphic]

Hey! Could I please request a Jade West x reader, where Jade thinks reader is too good for her. But after watching someone constantly flirting with reader she can't take it anymore and confesses?

Of course you don't have to :)

Overthinking

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing and hurt/comfort

Jade has been acting strange these past few days which is weird because it’s jade west we’re talking about. She's acting very distant towards me which is unusual because she loves being affectionate to me out in public and especially when we’re alone at one of each other’s houses.

Maybe it’s because of my new friend jake. He has been oddly very touchy towards me and very flirty. Which at first I thought it was just playful flirting but he’s been doing it more so I don’t think it’s playful anymore. Each time when we would hang out, he would get more flirty and handsy.

I really just wanted to believe that he was just trying to be a good friend and nice towards me but I don’t think he just wants to be friends. He knows about jade and I, but he still does the flirting and bringing me little gifts. I keep telling him to stop but he doesn’t care. I told jade about it and that’s when she started to act weird toward me.

It was in the morning and I was by my locker getting my books together for my first class. I looked over to my left and saw that jade was cutting up a notebook with her big black scissors that she loves besides me. She does that whenever she’s really upset or angry at someone or something. Frowning, I shut my locker and started walking over in her direction until someone grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me back. I squealed loudly and turned around to see jake smiling at me, holding a bouquet of flowers.

I put a fake smile on my face and looked at him. “Uh…hey jake. I’m sorry but I really need to go and see my girlfriend right now.” You replied without trying to sound annoyed. Jake’s smile dropped and he started to get upset. “You always hang out with her! Why can’t you hang out with me for once” he rose his voice at me which made me scared. He pushed me against my locker and started yelling at me about how I should be with him instead of jade and that he loves me. I put my hands over my ears to block out the yelling and closed my eyes. I’ve never liked when people yelled which is ironic because jade is a screaming machine but she never directs it at me at all. She knows my past and how it triggers me.

Jade whipped her head around to the sound of yelling and saw you against your locker, putting your hands over your ears with your eyes closed shut. She balled up her fist and only saw red in her eyes as she stormed over to where you and jake was. “HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRL?!” She screamed at jake which made him flinch in surprise.

She towered over him in anger with her face getting red. “I-I…” he stuttered as he ran away with his tail between his legs, probably pissing himself. When he was out of jade’s sight, she turned her focus towards you. She gently went over to you and softly pulled your hands away from your ears. “Hey babygirl…it’s okay. He’s gone now and I don’t think he will bother you again doll.” She spoke to you with a gentle voice that she only reserved for you.

You opened your eyes and saw your girlfriend looking at you with a soft but worried expression. You immediately went into her arms and started crying softly. Jade picked you up in her arms and went outside, carrying you to her car. She put you on the passenger’s side and then she got in the drivers side.

You looked back up to your girlfriend with a broken expression on your face and started wringing your hands together. Jade noticed and went over to intertwine your hands together to make you stop wringing them. “W-why were you ignoring me? D-did I do something wrong?” You said as your voice started to crack and your bottom lip started trembling.

“No no babygirl. It wasn’t you. It was me…” she quietly said at the end and looked down ashamed. You cocked your head to the side in confusion. She looked back up at you and sighed. “I’m not good enough.” She said to you in a serious but broken voice.

You frowned and crawled over the arm rest and into her lap. You cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes. “Jade west. You are more than enough for me. You’re my whole world. No one could ever replace you.” You told her gently while looking deep into her eyes. She started tearing up which broke your heart because you’ve never seen her cry besides crying about how her parents are always fighting and her dad verbally abusing her but other than that she never cried about anything.

You wiped some tears that fell down her cheeks with her thumb and leaned your forehead against yours. “I thought you liked jake more than me and that’s why you hung out with him more. He always brings you gifts and candy while I give you barley anything but when I saw him today harassing you. I think I finally realized that you don’t like him like that but I still feel like you could do better…” she said as she choked back her tears.

You hugged her tight as tears streamed down her cheeks. You kept hugging her until she tapped your back softly which made you pull away from her. “I-I’m sorry…” she apologized. You kissed her nose softly which made her face scrunch up to which you giggled at. “You don’t ever have to apologize about talking about your feelings or about your insecurities. It’s totally normal baby and just know that you are more than enough for me jade west. I love you so much.” You said as you smiled at her brightly and that caused jade’s heart to melt and for her to smile back at you.

A/n: I hope yall enjoyed! This was a thousand words wofkekdkdkd. This is my longest jade west fic I think. Well I hope y’all stay hydrated and make sure that y’all rest! I love y’all! <3

[jayfortheday]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well! I love your Vance Hopper fics so much. I was wondering if you could do a Vance Hopper X Reader where the reader is very insecure about their looks, and Vance comforts them? <3

In My Eyes (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 559

Description: Vance comforts Y/N when they’re feeling insecure

Tags: body dysmorphia, emotional hurt/comfort, hugs, kisses

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You stood in the bathroom, scrutinizing every detail of your face in the mirror. You really didn’t want to go out today, you were fighting with your appearance, and every flaw felt magnified. You ran your thumbnail over your skin, hitching on every bump and crevice and pull of the skin. It didn’t help you were having just as much luck with your body, your proportions felt skewed and your size felt off. You spun around in the mirror, eyeing yourself from every angle. Even though it was going to be a comfortable temperature today, you opted to put a sweater on over your shirt and exchange your shorts for a pair of very loose-fitting jeans. 

You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your hair before you head out the door. You spent the entire walk to school dreading seeing your peers, wondering if they would see what you saw, wondering if Vance would see what you saw. As you approached the building, you saw Vance leaning against the brick expectantly. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up in a smile. Your face flushed and you felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. Vance must have noticed your reaction because he began to walk towards you. You stayed still as he came to meet you, feeling almost frozen in place. 

Vance stopped in front of you, his eyes scanning your face, adding to your self-conscious feelings. 

“Everything okay, baby?” He asked, putting his hands in the pocket of his jeans. Your heart beat a little faster in your chest as he leaned slightly closer to you.

“Yeah, of course, it is,” you lied, hurrying to quell any of Vance’s suspicions. 

“Can’t exactly say I believe you,” Vance sighed. “So, is everything good?” Vance knew you too well, he knew that if he asked you enough times, you would eventually break and spill everything. 

You didn’t say anything, instead groaning in response. 

“Come on, beautiful,” Vance cooed, looking at you with a soft smile. The beautiful comment broke you, and you sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, I guess, I don’t know, I just really hated the way I looked today if that makes sense, I know it’s stupid, but still,” you confessed, avoiding eye contact with Vance. Vance raised his eyebrows in a sympathetic manner. 

“It’s not stupid,” he assured you. “If it’s any consolation, I always think you look amazing.” Vance reached out his hand and lifted your chin slightly so your eyes met his. 

You smiled sadly up at him, holding loosely onto his wrist. 

“I think you’re my favorite thing to look at,” he beamed. “I could spend hours just starin’.” This pulled a laugh from you.

“Shut up,” you chuckled. “I highly doubt I am that interesting.” 

“On the contrary,” Vance smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground, eliciting a wide grin. “You are so much more interesting than anything I have ever encountered.” Using your now increased height, Vance leaned towards you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Prettiest goddamn person ever,” he whispered, holding you tightly against him. You leaned your forehead against Vance’s shoulder, basking in his praise. “You wanna skip today? We can do anything you want.” With a nod from you, Vance hoisted you up properly and began to walk home.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry for the short pieces lately, I don't know, I guess I just haven't been feeling super inspired lately. It doesn't have anything to do with the prompts, I think I'm dealing with a bit of writer's block

[genshin-impact-writings]

Hello!!! May I request ''let me be there for you.'' w/ Kaeya? Please and thank you? Of course take all the time you need in writing this or feel free to disregard it all together :) Oh, and I'd just like to say that your writing is *mwah* IMACCULATE <3 Anyway, have a pleasant day/night!

Hey there, Val! <3 Thank you so much for your request, this really was the perfect prompt for Kaeya. I got the initial idea during the weinlesefest event and figured it goes well with the prompt. I apologize if this is all over the place though... I'm struggling with writer's block at the moment but I really wanted to get this one done. Also, is heavily inspired by “On my own” by Ashes Remain, hence the title. (also, thank you so much for your kind words. <3 Hope you have a great day, too)

Prompt: “Let me be there for you.”

On my own – Kaeya x gn!reader (hurt/comfort)

As soon as Kaeya returned home that day, you knew that something was wrong. Although he tried his best to put on his usual gleeful smile when he greeted you, you easily realized that it was nothing but a mere act to hide the fact that something had upset him. You could tell from the way he carefully avoided your gaze, almost as if he feared that you’d be able to read his thoughts if you looked at him for too long.

You frowned. It wasn’t a secret that Kaeya liked to keep his struggles to himself, that he always tried to sort things out for himself, no matter how awful it made him feel. And you hated it – you hated that he probably felt like he had to go through all of this on his own. But what you hated even more was the fact that there really was nothing you could do to help him.

“Rough day?” you asked softly. Maybe he would tell you what was bothering him, just this one time. But instead, he just shrugged, flashing another smile at you that was as fake as Nimrod’s promise not to get drunk again. “I’m fine.”

If someone had asked him why he kept lying to you, Kaeya wouldn’t have known the answer. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being dishonest – it hurt him so much to lie to your face, to pretend that everything was fine when it wasn’t, and he knew you well enough to realize that his dishonesty hurt you too. (It would be foolish to believe that you didn’t notice how he always avoided your questions. And Kaeya wasn’t foolish.) Heck, maybe it would have even helped to talk about the things that kept him awake at night recently but whenever he thought he had gathered the courage to do just that, he suddenly couldn’t find the right words – and in the end, he always remained silent.

It was stupid, really, to think that he still had to deal with everything on his own while you were right there in front of him, ready to listen to him, to comfort him when he needed it. There was no doubt that you would do everything in your power to help him – if only he could bring himself to finally talk to you, to tell you that recently, he had been thinking about his father and his childhood at Dawn Winery a lot. That he sometimes wondered what would have been if his father hadn’t left him there.

How could he, though? How could he tell you all of that without making it sound like he wasn’t happy with his life right now? Like he wasn’t happy with you by his side?

“I’m fine,” Kaeya repeated slowly but even he realized how fake he sounded. And judging by the way you were looking at him, your eyebrows slightly raised, your pretty eyes full of concern, you noticed it too. He tried to crack another smile. “I really am.”

“It’s not going to sound more convincing if you just repeat it often enough,” you told him, the tone of your voice still so gentle that he almost caved in. But no. You already had things on your plate – you shouldn’t have to deal with his problems, too. So, he just pressed his lips together and shook his head, pushing you away once again.

With a deep sigh, you plopped down on the sofa and reached out for the Cavalry Captain, inviting Kaeya to sit with you. It took him a few seconds but then, he hesitatingly sat down next to you, back straight and hands curled into fists.

“Hey,” you said softly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk. And I understand that there are things that you don’t want to tell me. It’s just… it hurts me to see you like this. It makes me feel so helpless.” You paused and shook your head. “What I’m trying to say is, please let me be there for you. I know you want to deal with everything on your own but – the thing is, you don’t have to. I’m right here.”

For a while, Kaeya didn’t reply anything, and the room went completely silent. Through the opened window, you could hear the distant chatter of passersby as well as the jolly chirping of birds.

Then, as you almost started to believe that he wouldn’t react to your little speech in any way, you felt him leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You kissed the top of his head and wrapped your arms around him. “Nonsense. There’s nothing you have to apologize for.”

“But you were worried about me. I never wanted that.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

With a shaky exhale, Kaeya buried his face in the crook of your neck. He still wasn’t ready to talk about his father or the constant thoughts of “What if…” that occupied his mind recently, and maybe he would never be, but for now, he allowed himself to push these worries aside as he melted into your embrace, indulging in the certainty that you were there by his side, no matter what would happen in the future.

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