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cherryredstars · 1 year ago

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OMG I SAW YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN AND OMG I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU CAN MAKE AN demon!MIGUEL x but Innocent/cute/ werid/quirkFmAngel! Reader (like the demon CAN be also called the spider demon that all work under Miguel eyes😝💅😩)

Reader is a angel that believes that there goodness in any creature that mean Miguel.yea but she doesnt believed in some angel like her ex- boyfriend,reader finally caught her boyfriend cheating while hanging out with the group while eating there ice cream or looking in the heaven village or city idk ??😣😭 ( miles, gwen, and pav and his girlfriend )which when Gwen and hobie and miles was shocked and gasp loudly at something that pulled reader attention and when reader saw it, reader came running away in tear at the sight of it.

and ran away far away from it ,While pav girlfriend with hobie beating his as while gwen is telling hobie that " ENOUGH HOBBIE " while pav is trying to stop his girlfriend from cheering on hobie from SCREAMING at reader ex- boyfriend for making reader spend ALL her time with such a USELESS F ING ANGEL WHO doesnt work FOR SH%T

meanwhile Miguel, is some were in heaven and hell which is what I called is the void or the pocket of both lands and that where Miguel is doing his business(while wearing his spider logo LIKE imagine him wearing an tight suit with some sort of amor ) killing angel and entity\antomty (I forgot the name💀) in his way with Layla of course but only telling him how many are there but that where reader came running away and fall into and also hitting a large rock and managed to hurt one of her wings,badly, which cause her to stare around for any help or tried to see if she know what is this place she flew into, And Miguel was done doing assignments (ahem- killing) amd then see her in such a state that make his heart beat again,

Meanwhile reader is crying not of fear, but she not in fear of the man in front of him.. She finding it sexist (ok I want to make reader weird,or quirky💀😭) ok it not her problem OR FAULT OK it was his aura, big BOTTY OF A ASS that reader probably think she has seen in her life form a boy ✊😝 and his horns,

reader realized she still have tear in her eyes and started wipes her face and getting up from the floor but then the pain of her wings finally came. (And Layla being Layla teleport to Miguel to see if he done with work and see reader on the floor with a broken wing with blood and Layla making an deal or some thing idk to convince him to let her live while saying in a language Spanish but that a ancient towards reader)

NFSW PART THAT J COMPLETED SUCK AT

Let imagine Miguel heat or is just hella intoxicated with a sex drug from layla putting there (putting or idk someone LIKE PETER B ) and left it on his favorite desk( that he like to slam on A LOT JUST FROM THE RETARD THAT HE HAS TO DEAL with work💀 ✊ men got his on TABLET FOR THAT lol) and it crash on the floor and broke and some gas that Miguel was intoxication from of it and went to his own place while reader was petting an demonic cat in his house

Here is a some plot idea for the NFSw part

(Also THIS IDEA WAS INSPIRED BY MANY WEEBTOON STORY AND I WANTED TO mush ALL THESE IDEA INTO ONE SO pls 😭 if I suck AT EXPLAINING THE PART and I wanted to say this but I feel like Miguel be the grump bear person character or big puffy cat person like he wouldnt like anyone touch his horn but when reader ask he let her touch his horn with a pout sound as he lean down 🗣😭✊ also you can make this a fluff/smut any kink will do honestly! THANK YOU bye ❤

Hope you have a great day and time ! (Sorry if this made be a long request but I dont see many people making a demon Miguel like this one and reader as well so yea and I really wanted to people be inspired by this one !!!😇😌🗣

Pairing: Demon!Miguel O’Hara x Angel!fem reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Virgin!Reader, Fluff, Mentions of Cheated on Reader, Slight Corruption Kink, Slight Fingering, Oral Sex, Praise, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Blood

Summary: Even the devil has a soft spot.

Word Count: 3.9K (Not Edited)

It had been a gloomy day.

You had never expected to find your sweet, attentive boyfriend sucking faces with someone else. It had ruffled your delicate feathers and for your wings to curve in with despair. Your friends had tried to pull you away from the scene, the dejection clear on your face as you stared longingly at the man you had given your golden heart to. Their reassuring words floated past you, mind preoccupied on why this could have happened to you. Was it something you did? Were you not enough? Were you missing something?

Later into that day, after numbly reassuring your friends you were alright, you had wandered aimlessly across the angelic city. You were so lost in thought that you had not realized you had taken too many turns out of the city, finding yourself in the Void. So unused to the dark, unfamiliar land, you had stumbled your way around, catching your wings on things you couldn’t see clearly until your body was sore and you had wilted to the ground in a hopeless mess. You were unsure of how long you had laid there, a withering mess of innocent pain before he had sniffed you out.

From his account of events, he had just been back from one of his sessions of…repentance as he calls it. Even though his suit and dulled armor was splattered with blood, he knew the lingering scent in the air was fresh, more innocent than the kind he had spilt. He had followed the sweet fragrance, finding your helpless form crowded to the ground. You had looked up at him with such shiny eyes, a puffed pout on your lips. Your appearance alone was angelic, his hand itching to reach out and taint your delicate skin. He swore a glowing aura shielded your body, setting you apart from the gloominess of the Void. If not the scent of your blood, the shininess of your glow would attract dark things like him to you.

You had shrunk back in response to the strong presence he held, not realizing tears had flowed down your face until he commanded you to wipe them away. When he had told you to follow him, you had weakly pushed yourself up, using the sound of shifting armor as your guide through the dark. He had taken you back to the modest cabin, cold and nearly as empty as the world outside. He had left you by yourself, your wings fluttering nervously as you tried to see more than blurred darkness. When he had lit a dim light, you had instantly flocked towards it while he kept his distance. You had crowded around the greenish-yellow flame like a moth, staring at it as if it was as angelic as you were.

His rough hand was firm around your shoulder blade, pushing you into a seat near the flame. He stood behind you, as if using you to shield him from the light as he bandaged the fracture in your wing quietly. You had sat still, watching the flame dance on the candle wick. The light illuminated your face in a ghastly light, creating intense shadows against the features of your face. When he had pulled away, you turned to look for him, only to be met with pure black. You reached your hand out tentatively, pulling it back when you had met the cold metal of his armor. HIs own hand reached out to you, centimeters away from your face so you could see it.

Your delicate fingers brushed over the calluses on his hand and in a gravelly voice he had asked you, how pretty, innocent you, found yourself an injured bird in such a dark place. With his adapted eyes, he had seen the darkening of your cheeks and the wounded look in your eyes. You had looked away, a half-hearted excuse of getting lost leaving your plush lips before asking him for his name.

He answers begrudgingly, a low grumble that you have to strain your ears to catch. You find it only fair to tell him yours in return, and Miguel lets the word circulate into his head until it's fully memorized. The name suits a gentle creature like you he thinks, a soft symphony of syllables that are yours to own. It sounds like church bells and birds chirping, something that's shunned in the Void. The natural greed that fuels his body wants to lock you up and keep you for himself.

Instead, he shoves the lantern into your hands, a silent demand to follow him as he walks towards the cabin’s entrance again. You two walk through the barren land, your small form following him as you stare at the more clearly defined shapes of the land. When you begin to slow or stray too far, he lets out a slow rumbling noise from his chest that draws you back to him. He doesn’t seem particularly annoyed when he does it, but he isn’t exactly happy about it either.

You follow him until he stops, your distracted mind almost causing you to crash into him. You peak out from behind him quizzically, holding your lantern up only to find it useless. Even though Migurl stopped a good distance away, the light of the holy city is visible. A delighted smile makes its way onto your face as you look up at him, a silence thanks for his kindness. He doesn't look visibly affected, but his unmoving heart stutters in a single kick.

You wordlessly walk out from behind him, taking a few steps forward before stopping and running back. His eyebrow raises as you stop right in front of him,a shy smile on your face as you take his hand and wrap it around the lantern’s handle with a soft thank you. You had given his hand a lingering squeeze before turning away from him and walked towards home. You had turned once after crossing out of the Void, eyes searching for a figure and a green glow, but both seemed to have disappeared into the darkness.

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Two weeks later, you were surprised to see that green glow in the distance. Based on the height of it, you knew it had to be Miguel. You took a hesitant step into the Void, then another and another until you were getting closer and closer to the light. You had stopped five feet away, close enough for the light to be an arm away, but far enough that you couldn’t see the face you’ve yet to see. It was silent for a long moment before that familiar rumble vibrated in the air. The softest of smiles came over your face as you walked closer, taking the lantern from him when he offered it to you. You lifted your arm up, letting the light travel up his form until you were looking into deep red eyes.

A stifled gasp had left you, but it held more fascination than fear. Your eyes had drunk in his features, eyes mostly trained between his glowing orbs and the twisted points that spiraled from his soft hair. He had studied you too, eyes flashing at the delicate bow of your lips and the twinkling shine in your eyes. When you lowered the light, you kept your eyes trained to the place of his own eyes as you whispered a hello. He grunted back in response and turned to make way back to the cabin. You never hesitated to follow him back.

It was in that very cabin that you spent most of your time together. Where the two of you bonded. You sat and talked, Miguel listening as he cleaned his armor or prepared you desserts made from sweet berries and cream that he bought from travelers in anticipation for your frequent visits. The first few visits acted as check ups, Miguel making sure your wing mended and had full capability. Those visits were quick and silent, but they made you anxious for the next one.

Sometimes, after being too cramped in his cabin, you would ask Miguel to show you around the Void. He always grumbled about it, muttering how the Void was, well, void of anything besides plain terrain and the occasional hut or trading stand. But he had found that there was little he could deny you, something in his body against the idea of rejecting something so bright and lively. He had discovered this trait during an earlier visit where you had asked him in the sweetest tone he had ever heard if you could touch his horns. The disapproval was on the tip of his forked tongue, but seeing the way you had blinked so hopefully up at him only resulted in the bowing of his head as your gentle hands traced the grooves of the foreign keratin.

On special days, the days where MIguel had no repentance to take care of, he would let you decorate his horns and hair with beads and accessories you had brought over and never took home. He would hold the lantern up for you so you could focus on your work, and he told you in a gruff voice about the more tamer quests he had been on. But those stories were rare and far between, Miguel finding someone as pure as yourself in no need to know about blood and death as he’s known them. But, they were fun to hear even with their heavy censorship and you absorbed every word like gospel. Honestly, you spend more time focusing on the sound of his voice rather than his words. You loved the deep calmness to his speech, wishing you had a way to record it so you could play it over and over in the hours you spent away from him.

On the really bad days, the days where Miguel had come to fetch you at the border of the Void and the holy city in more blood than usual, he would take you back to the cabin in silence and wash up before pulling you to his sofa and cradling your innocent form to his chest. The both of you would be bathed in darkness, the lantern a far away glow on the dining table as he tried to absorb your good. He would hold your head gently, breathing in your sweet scent as he played with the ends of your hair or flattened the feathers of your wings. It helped calm him down, feeling the slight pleased purr vibrate against his chest as you beamed under his attentive care. He would rumble his chest slowly in response, showing his own content. Those days you knew you had to distract his mind, letting his mind fill with nothing but the events of your day or any days you were apart. When you ran out of events, you started telling him your own thoughts. Recalling a question you have about the universe, a flower you saw on your way to the Void’s edge, how you think maybe the next time you visit you’ll bring Miguel a nice piece of decoration to hang up so his cabin doesn’t look so sad.

But no matter the type of day, no matter how many times you had visited him, he always walked you back to the edge of the Void at the same exact time. It was like clock work. It didn’t matter if you didn’t finish your story, it didn’t matter if you weren’t done removing the decorations from his hair, it didn’t matter if he hadn’t fully calmed down yet. When a small chime ran through his house, he would drop whatever he was doing, standing to give you your lantern before walking you out of his cabin. You had asked him about it a singular time, but he had ignored it. You waited, debated if you should ask again in case he didn’t hear you, but then that time happened and you dropped it. You had stayed curious about it, but you had come to terms with the fact that you’d possibly never know.

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You don’t know what compelled you to come so late. It was far past the time you would usually come, proven by the fact no lantern glow greeted you at the edge of the Void. But something in you urged you to go, your feet basically dragging you through the darkness. Luckily, the frequency of your visits made you familiar with the path to Miguel’s cabin, hand stretched out until it hit the flat wood of a door. It only took you a few pats to find the doorknob, turning it and sliding it open.

Instantly, a dark musk filled your senses. It makes your head dizzy and you grip tighter onto the knob to steady yourself. When you think you're stable enough to walk, you take a step forward only to almost trip on an overturned chair. A spike of alarm rings in your head and you can’t help the urgency powering your voice as you call Miguel’s name. In the darkness, there is a faint noise of shuffling before you yelp out in surprise. Large hands grab you and flip you on the couch, your hands shoved above your heads as the sound of deep breathing echoes in your ear. Your body instantly melts into the fabric at the sound of Miguel’s voice asking you what you’re doing here.

You try to shift your hands, but Miguel tightens his hold on them. You huff out a pout but stop struggling as you ask him if he’s okay. He doesn’t reply, burying his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deep. His breath tickles around your neck and you can’t help the soft squirms your body makes.

“Smells s’good,” Miguel mumbles against your skin, his hips pinning yours down so you can’t try to escape. You try to stifle the gasp that builds in your throat at something hard pressing into you. When Miguel’s wet tongue glides up the length of your neck, a soft noise leaves you parted lips. Your hips buck up to push him off, but he only grounds and grounds his hips into you.

Another sound leaves you, slightly louder than before as you feel something rush into your panties. The feeling of the wetness is uncomfortable and you try to shift to relieve it. Miguel’s hands find your waist and grip hard, holding you still as you pull away from your neck. His eyes are glowing so brightly that you can see the red tint in the darkness. “It’s witching hour, y'know.

Can’t be here, ángel.”

Despite the gruffness of his appearance, the words are sweet and full of concern. If you could, you would have reached your hand up to cup his face. He looks and sounds pained. You don’t know why, but you want to help. “Are you okay, Miggy? You don’t sound so good, is there anything I can help you with?”

The honey dripping from your voice makes him grind his hips against you again. You just sound so sweet. His perfect little angel was so worried about him. Wanted to be helpful to him. So sweet and pure and innocent. So goddamn tempting. And, like he said before, he can never deny you. He can’t deny you. Who denies help from an angel anyways? Definitely not him. Definitely not when you can help.

His hand reaches down and cups under your pretty white tunic, a gasp leaving you when he cups your clothed sex and the heel of his palm presses the wetness against your skin. A deep moan leaves Miguel at the dampness, his hand rubbing it eagerly. “Yeah, you can.”

Before you can ask him what it is he needs help with, you feel too long fingers slip under your panties. Your body instantly tenses as Miguel teases them along your entrance, more slick rushing from you to coat his fingers. He tries to push them in, absolute surprise coursing through him when your walls don’t instantly give to take them at the same time. He tries to ease the tips of them, but still gets nothing. It frustrates him. You’re so wet, he can see you glistening before him. Fuck, you hips are even pressing back into his hand. So why can’t you take his fingers?

Then, it hits him. His sweet little angel is a virgin.

He grows impossibly harder at the thought. You really are pure. His tiny little angel, untouched and pure. All for his taking. His eyes trail up your body, looking into your confused face. Poor thing doesn’t even understand what’s happening. But, it’s okay. Miguel, he isn’t mean. He may be a demon but he isn’t mean. He’ll take care of you.

“Need you to spread your legs f’me, doll. Spread your legs and relax.”

You obey so beautifully. You don’t question or hesitate. You only do, only please. Your legs spread for him and he watches the way your tunic bunches around your waist. The sight of your drenched cunt is downright heavenly and he can’t help but lick his lips. His hands glide up your legs until he’s helping you keep your legs open. Gently, he bends down and places them over his shoulder until he’s face to face with your practically see-through panties. He licks a long strip up them, tongue swirling around your poked bud. Your lips instantly buck up in response and your hands find his horns for support.

He chuckles at you, studying you as he pushes your panties to the side again. He licks another strip up you, your slick collecting on his taste buds. You taste as sweet as you smell and it’s driving him wild. The grip on you tightens as he prods at your entrance. His tongue is wet and warm and causes you to feel things you didn’t even know were possible. Your hips lift in response, and you cry out when Miguel slips his tongue into you.

The buckling of your hips is instinctive as his tongue dives in and out of you, occasionally playing with your clit. Your eyes are threatening to roll back as your hands tighten around Miguel’s horns to aid your movements. “M-miguel…what are you..?”

Miguel’s own eyes roll back at your clueless question. You don’t even understand what’s going on, but here you are desperately trying to ride his face like a fucking succubus because you feel that good. A deep groan vibrates against you as he eats you out more desperately, drinking up everything you’re spilling out. In response, you keep letting out the prettiest of noises. If this is what it's like to go to church, Miguel just might consider being stricken down for the chance to hear your moans.

Your legs begin to shake, trying to fight Miguel’s strong hold. Your body quivers and twists, head thrown back as you try to stop whatever it is building inside of you. “Miguel…stop, wait!”

Your begs and pleads are absolute music to him, He can feel the clenching of your walls, and he tries to ease a finger into you to hold them apart. His fingers slip in easier than before, but it still has resistance. But the moment he’s knuckle deep and curls, you’re crying out as you finish. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, watching drunkenly as you twitch. He slurps everything up, moaning into you as he sucks your lips. He pulls away with a pop, placing a gentle kiss onto your sensitive clit as you try to breathe. Your chest rises and falls, sweat making your tunics stick to your body and become transparent in some places. You’re nipples peek through the fabric, and Miguel sucks them until they’re clearly seen under the garment.

He finally reaches up to your face, kissing your cheek to call you back to him. Your eyes are hazy as you turn to look at him, a small film of satisfaction coating them. The sight makes Miguel smile, nuzzling his nose against your skin to breathe in the lingering scent of sex and sweat on you. You smell absolutely divine and he can’t help but palace a slow kiss to your lips. Your own lips are clumsy, not really knowing what you’re doing. You just follow Miguel’s example and whatever your brain is telling you is right. But Miguel seems to be enjoying it, pressing his lips harder against you and humming.

You’re the first to pull away, a gasp ripping from you as you feel his finger slide back into you. He wiggles it around, stretching your walls out in preparation for something bigger. You whine against his lips. Hips shifting when he pulls it out of you. But soon you feel the warmth of something larger poking at your opening. Your eyes meet Miguel’s glowing ones, a silent question in your eyes.

Miguel presses a soft kiss to the corner of your eye as he begins to push in. His hand tilts your head to the side, his face looking down at you as your own twists in discomfort. “This is gonna hurt for a second, sweet angel.”

Before you can ask what he means, his hips snap forward. A scream begins to leave your throat, but it dies once Miguel surges towards your neck and bites down. The pinch of something painful hits you before it all dies down into a euphoric numbness. A soft moan leaves you as Miguel slowly thrusts in and out. He pulls away from your neck, giving it a quick lick and kiss before taking your arms to wrap them around his neck loosely. He kisses your cheek again, moaning at the coppery smell of blood that begins to feel the air as he stretches your hymen.

“That’s it. So fucking good for me, good girl.”

Even in your dazed state, your body glows under his praise. A slow hum leaves you, and you arch your back into him. Miguel’s hand slips to your lower back, pressing your skin into his body and he begins to speed up his thrusts. Each snap of his hips brings shockwaves of pleasure through you, and it isn’t long before you feel the familiar build up in your body again. Miguel groans as your walls tighten around his cock, teeth grinding together as he pushes through your tight walls. With another sharp thrust, you're moaning out again as you release.

Miguel continues to work you through it, working at your clit to make it last longer. You whimper in appreciation, body pressing up into his fingers for more. He chuckles at the involuntary movement, working you even after your body jolts from oversensitivity. His fingers and his thrusts don’t stop until he feels his own pleasure beginning to form its peak. WIth a few sharp thrusts and you moaning his name, he spills his hot seed into you. The feel of it filling you makes you come again, hips lifting and pressing into his pelvis to keep it all into you.

Miguel rubs soft circles into the skin of your hips to help you calm down, pressing kisses to your shoulders and muttering praise. He pulls out slowly, his cock an ombre of pink to creamy white cum as the same mix drips from you. His fingers fuck it back into you absentmindedly, only stopping when you cry out softly. He gives you time to rest, leaving to get a soft cloth to wipe you down.

Midway through his cleaning, you hand lands to his arm. He looks up at you questionably, watching the dazed look beginning to leave your eyes. But he can’t help the wide smile that forms on his face as you ask: “Again?”

Teehee

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v3nusstardust · 11 months ago

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🧡”Just so you can enjoy it. “🧡

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x you <3

Genre : Fluff but lowkey sad 🗿🎀

(A/N : This song also reminds me of this scenario <3 thanks to my sister Justine for the idea tho 😝🧡)

Alone at the kitchen table, you awaited Niki's return from practice. You just started dating a month ago, there was still a lot to learn about him. Lost in the demands of your college work, the day slipped away, and you realized you hadn't eaten since morning. Your stomach was growling from the lack of food , but you HAD to finish this last assignment.

After a half-hour wait, the jingling of keys signaled Niki's return. Your eyes briefly shifted from the laptop to the door as he entered. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted with a warm smile, but your focus swiftly returned to the demanding college assignments. "I’m gonna go shower. I’m really sweaty," he chuckled. Approaching you, he planted a kiss on your cheek before heading to the bathroom.

You weren’t even paying attention to him at all. It hurt his feelings how you said absolutely nothing to him, but he knew you were really busy.

Once he got out of the shower, he came back and sat at the table with you. He looked really cute with damp hair. He wore gray sweatpants with a white tank top.

Niki stared at you for a while, his brows furrowed. You noticed his expression and glanced at him. “What?” You murmured in a confused tone. “How long have you been on the laptop for?” he inquired with worry in his voice. “All day.” You sighed. “You’ve got really dark circles under your eyes. I suggest you take a break; Let’s go lay down for a while.” He suggested. “I cant, but I’m….almost done.” You rubbed your eyes as you yawned. You groaned as your looked back at your laptop. Niki looked at you with worry in his eyes. “Have you eaten?”

“No.” You said in a shy voice. You were afraid Niki was going to scold you for not eating, so you just continued your assignment, your fingers typing away. Niki kept his eyes on you. He had such a sad look on his face.

Rising from the table, Niki made his way for the pantry. Returning with two clementines in hand, he settled back at the table, placing one next to your laptop. "Eat this," he gently insisted, a warm smile on his face. “You’re not upset with me for not eating?” You asked. “Darling, I could never be upset with you.” His voice was raspy yet so soothing. The dim lighting made him look even more handsome. The way he called you darling sent butterflies to your stomach and for a moment it felt like nothing else mattered, not even the work you’ve been dying to finish.

You stared at the clementine, unsure if you should eat it or not. You honestly just didn’t feel like eating. “When I eat after not eating all day, I usually throw up. Especially at night.” You sighed. Concern creased Nikis forehead. “You need to eat. If you throw up, I’ll be here to take care of you.” His expression turned gentle. You really didn’t feel like eating. You know if you didn’t, you would worry him sick, so you made some lame excuse. “I don’t like clementines Niki. I mean I would totally eat them, but the white part is so bitter..” you breathed out in a shy tone. “Oh okay. Give me.” He extended his hand and you gave him the clementine. He began to carefully Peel the orange part. You glued your eyes back to your laptop and sighed. You honestly felt bad for rejecting the food he offered you. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway, it was just a little clementine, right?

After five minutes of unwavering focus on your work, the sound of Niki rising from his chair reached your ears. You thought he was going to leave to y’all’s room and go to sleep. If he did, it was a consequence of your unintentional silence. You didn’t bother looking at him, you knew if you did you would’ve started tearing up because of how guilty you felt. He hadn’t seen you all day and you were practically ignoring him.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your upper body. His warm embrace was all you needed. You fell into his touch and exhaled. He rested his head on your shoulder. You smelled his hair. It smelled like fresh Mint and earthy sandalwood shampoo. The lingering freshness of his shampoo comforted you. “Give me your hand.” He grinned. You slightly raised your eyebrow at him and put out your hand. He reached to the table and grabbed one of the clementines. You were so confused, it looked slightly different from some reason but you thought “I just told him I didn’t want it. Why is he giving it to me?”

“I peeled off all the white parts of this clementine. You said you liked them. It was just the white parts you didn’t like, right? Eat it please. If you throw up remember, I’ll be here to take care of you. Just please eat my love.” He gently voiced. The realization of his thoughtful act hit you, and a rush of different emotions swelled within. It wasn't just about the fruit, it was about the care and consideration he had put into making a simple moment special for you. Tears began to swell in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat. You began to slightly shake from holding back your tears. Words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. How did you get so lucky? No one had cared about you that much.

You tried your best to hold it in. The amount of love you were receiving eased everything. He unwrapped his arms from you and sat back down at the table. His eyes locking yours. He saw the tears swelling in your eyes. His expression changed to a worried one. “What’s wrong love?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice. Just hearing his voice sounding so worried for you shattered your heart. You began to cry. You sobbed, actually. HARD.

He allowed you the release of tears, recognizing the emotional weight you carried. He knew you needed it. “Take your time darling. I’m here.” Niki assured. You put the clementine down on the table and put your hand in his. “N-no one has ….ever cared for me like you have. Just you peeling the white part of the clementine .. means a lot to me.” You confessed amid sobs . Niki was so patient and caring with you, it wounded your heart. “My love, I would spend eternity peeling off the white bits of a clementine just so you can enjoy it.” He declared. That made you cry even harder. You shut your laptop and walked over to him, seeking refuge in his warm embrace. He got up from the table and hugged you tightly. Your tears stained his shirt, but he didn’t even care. “I love you, forever y/n.” He whispered. His hands gently caressed your hair as you surrendered to the cathartic release, wondering how you had become so fortunate to have someone so understanding and loving by your side.

(Another A/N : y’all my ass is dramatic af. Feedback is greatly appreciated🍊lmk if I messed up anywhere Cus i stg I’m literally fighting for my life to stay up rn🗿)

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j0kers-light · 2 months ago

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OMFG CHAOS! ♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎

I am obsessed with your version of airhead!reader!! She's so soft and naive and ahhhh! 😝 I see alot of myself in her and I was thinking bout a request where J snaps at her probably for no reason, this is J he's always being a big meanie! Maybe she runs off and he has to calm her down somehow? I know you will come up with something better than I can! I love your writing!!!!1 Oh and pls take your time girly no pressure if you don't wanna write this! 💕

Luv you Chaos !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Hey hi my lovely anon! 🖤✨

I'm so happy you loved airhead!reader, I'm always self conscious about writing for a pink aesthetic since I hate that color with a passion 😤 but, this ain't about me. You asked and I shall deliver!

I hope you enjoy anon! I wrote this while bedridden from my period, so if there are any errors haha no there isn't 😉

After your unexpected visit to Joker’s hideout with your bright smile and tasty sweets, you are welcomed with open arms by his crew.

They can’t help but love your adoring personality!

Joker might not like you around his organization, but he can’t deny you anything if it makes you happy. And being apart (a tiny part) makes you very, very happy 🥰

You waltz in almost every Friday with baked treats for everyone to enjoy, bringing rays of sunshine with you. ☀️✨

The goons let you play Mario Kart with a customized pink controller and include you in on juicy gossip around the hideout to keep you company while Joker is out terrorizing the city.

However, more often than not, you are left to your own devices because everyone is busy.

And that spells trouble because you don’t understand the concept of danger. At. All. 🙃

You wander the hideout and unknowingly meddle in things that should be left alone.

You almost got hurt from a few well placed boobytrap and you almost burned down the abandoned kitchen after trying to light the oven.

That thing has seen better days decades ago but you swore you could fix it. You of all people...

Joker isn’t happy. His Sunlight is a magnet for danger and he honestly wishes you would stay far farrrrr away from his operations but again.

When has he ever said no to his sweet girl? It’s virtually impossible, so you keep visiting much to his annoyance.

Joker’s solution is to lock you inside his office but that soon backfires when you throw a tantrum and somehow hurt yourself.

He’s more annoyed that you broke his favorite office chair so when you whine that you’re in pain? Oh Joker has had enough.

Joker came back from an unsuccessful mission to loud sobs coming from his office. Frost shrugged his shoulders before uttering, “I don’t get paid enough.” as he walked off.

Pussy. Fine, Joker could handle this! He wasn’t terrified of you..

When he opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor with his broken chair lying in pieces around you, his already limited patience evaporated like vapor.

“What did ya get into now?” He groaned.

You sobered up your tears and tried to greet Joker but the large cut on your leg stung too much so you remain seated. You weren’t expecting J to be in such a nasty mood.

“Are ya too dumb to speak, Y/n? I asked a question?” He rolled his eyes when your lower lip wobbled.

Sure you were a bit ditzy, but Joker never insulted you about it. To hear him belittle you at a time like this, hurt more than falling out of the chair.

You tried to respond but apparently not fast enough for J’s liking.

“You wouldn’t be sitting there lookin’ stupid if ya stayed at home! Whyy do I keep you around?”

The last part was said under his breath but you heard it loud and clear and it shattered your heart.

You ignored the pain and ran out of Joker’s office, a sobbing mess. He waved you off and set to work cleaning up the mess you left behind. He’d deal with you later.

When he reached down to pick up a broken piece, it sliced through his hand and made him hiss. It didn’t hurt him but that wasn’t the case for you.

His sweet Sunlight with your low tolerance to pain. It must’ve been agonizing. Seeing droplets of blood on the floor made him feel instant guilt.

Joker knew he messed up and chased after you to make things right.

You were startled awake by something soft brushing against your lips.

You almost freaked my but stopped the second you saw Joker laying on the bed beside you, spinning a flower in between his fingers.

He brushed it along the tear tracks that stained your cheeks, “I hate when ya cry…”

J sucked at apologizing but you knew by his sheepish behavior, that it was genuine. He didn’t know how to say, I’m sorry. So he found other ways.

It wouldn’t kill him to say it and you fixed your lips to help him out when the same flower trailed down your cheek, past your lips, and slipped straight to your leg.

You’re shocked to see that it was cleaned up and a pretty pink bandaid was covering the wound you had from earlier. You were speechless. Did J do that for you?

Joker watched you pensively as he brushed the wound with the flower. “I was mad earlier n’ took it out on you. I uh.. I didn’t mean what I said.. mkay? Kisses?”

He nudged a giant bouquet of flowers you didn’t notice closer to you on the bed and waited for your response. He looked absolutely pitiful, expecting your forgiveness.

What Joker said to you was really hurtful however he didn’t have to treat your wound or buy you flowers as an apology. With Joker, actions spoke louder than words so you knew he was truly sorry for being mean.

You couldn’t stand his green puppy dog eyes any longer. You never stayed mad at J for too long.

He breathed a sigh of relief when you leaned in to kiss him but panicked when you pulled away rather abruptly, “Don’t ever call me stupid again.” You warned.

Joker frantically nodded, “M’promise pretty girl, I won’t.”

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#swf headcanon #soft girl vibes #ledger joker #ledger joker x reader #joker x y/n #heath ledger #heath joker #joker x black!reader #joker x you #joker x reader #heath ledger!joker #ledger!joker x reader #heath ledger joker x reader #ledger!joker #pink aesthetic #soft joker loading

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pinksikhewei · 5 days ago

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Very short yap about Reid’s shoes in S15:E2 because I’m autistic

I actually can’t with the fucking shoe symbolism in this criminal minds episode end lowkey I don’t think it was on purpose (and it’s also NAWTTTT that big of a deal at all) but I’m a sucker for making little things seem way more significant 😝

Anyways— we all know that when Reid got out of prison he started wearing dress shoes instead of his typical converse. It really goes to show how much of his childlike innocence he lost during that time. Before then, it was like oh okay a nice clean suit and oh! He’s got whimsy! Beat up converse! 😝😝😝

When he got out of prison, it was clean suit, clean shoes. Oh clean shoes 😿 very sophisticated, very professional. Very mold-fitting

But, in this episode, he wears them again. And even if it seems insignificant at first, I was so happy he wore them again for these significant moments in his life. I feel like for me, those shoes are such a significant part of his character. It really set him apart from some of his other team members. So to see him wearing those shoes again during the episode where he gets his mom back, even for a little bit. And it’s the episode where he and JJ talk about… Y’know… JJ loving him.

I just think it’s just so cool he decided to wear something relating to his past on the day that he just dove straight into it

Honestly it’s kinda just symbolism on my part cos of my association of him with those dumb shoes but I had to yap bcs I am a YAPPER

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #I might be a little autistic lowkey #Spencer Reid converse I love you #send help

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stewyhosseini-bf · 2 years ago

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He-hey look who it is, Daddy’s Boy 😏 I hear your staff are all killing themselves now 🤝 yeah at the thought that you could be their boss … Which you never will be 😄🤭 yeah sure cause of all the acquisitions you guys are making really bloating yourselves up huh 🤨 there’s a 75$ Cobb salad 🥗 here dude you should buy that, use that as a defense 🙄 yeah yeah maybe, either the Cobb salad 🥗 or something else tasty 😏😆😙 oh-ho-ho, ooh, that‘s 😃 scary 😄 what could that be? 😀 is it a fucking hamburger 🍔 🤔 is it lobster, is it fucking calamari - dude, is it Napster? 😲😝 heheh 🤭😆 look 😐 I’m just gonna say honestly we have something coming in, and it’s gonna make your deal untenable, so. 😕 I thought as a friend 👬 I should mention it. Well that’s kind 😐😑😶that’s like bff shit right there 🤥 Look, I’m not fucking with you Stew 😐 I swear on my children’s lives that right now we have a deal in the bag so big, it’s gonna kill your approach 🤨 okay and I feel a certain level of 🤔 regret 😕 about how things have turned out between us. 🫤 The thing is Ken, 😶 and due respect 🙁 I really don’t trust you 🥺☹️. 😤😐🚶🏼‍♂️

#kenstewy #succession #I’m normal

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gabessquishytum · 9 months ago

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👨🏼‍🚒https://www.tumblr.com/gabessquishytum/742050577819795456/httpswwwtumblrcomgabessquishytum737343342801?source=share👨🏼‍🚒

Firefighter Hob and his artist boyfriend Dream attend the Firefighters' annual charity ball.

Even though, Dream has met some of Hob's team in less formal settings, the charity gala event is a big deal for all the ladder companies in the city and Hob's boss's boss will be there (if Hob wants to make chief and run his own company one day, he has to start making good impressions now. Hob and Dream have discussed how much Hob hates "politics," but even though he gave it up for his art, Dream was raised to be a socialite and a political asset for his partner. He will help Hob with this.)

Even with all that it's supposed to be a fun night where everyone dresses up and has fun (there's that fake gambling events like this have -- Hob can't wait to have Dream blow on his "craps" dice, a raffle and a silent auction); the mayor stops in; and even the local news covers it.

Dream has the prefect outfit for the event and even put one of his pieces into the silent auction - he hopes people bid on it. 😝

He's looking forward to having fireless fun with Hob and his team.

Oh, I love this au so much. Its so delightful and wholesome! Love the idea of Dream advancing Hob’s career by smooth talking all the local big-wigs <3

Dream is wearing a floor-length gown with strategic cutouts and his favourite ruby earrings (a gift from Hob). He looks incredible! The rest of the fire crew struggle to recognise this as the same man who stood shivering in his panties and big t-shirt, clinging onto his beloved ravens. All Hob’s friends and nudging him and punching him gently, asking how he pulled such an absolute diamond?! Honestly though, Hob scrubs up pretty well himself in his burgundy suit, with his arm looped around Dream’s waist (stroking the skin exposed by the cutout in his dress).

Hob can't believe how incredible Dream is at talking to all these important people!!! He seems to know all the right things to say, and he makes Hob sound so clever and brave and extraordinary. Hob has to drag Dream off to the bathrooms and snog his face off at one point because he's so overwhelmed with love for this beautiful man he gets to call his own <3

Dream's painting is the most popular item in the auction and he receives lots of congratulations from all Hob’s mates. They've definitely accepted him as an honorary member of the crew now (even though he seems to set fires more than putting them out). Dream is asked to print some stickers of his raven themed art to put in the firetrucks and Hob nearly explodes with pride!!! He loves his Dream so so much. Even though Hob gets called in for an emergency shift almost immediately after the party and ends up completely exhausted, he doesn't even mind. As long as he gets to crawl into bed with Dream at the end, he's a happy man.

#the sandman #dreamling

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marie-scary · 1 month ago

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saw someone do this with Glee, so i decided to try my swing at yellowjackets as Grey’s Anatomy characters🙂‍↕️

(only from seasons like 1-10is. bc that show (as a fan) has no business being that long) also most of these are crack😭🙂‍↕️

Shauna: Meredith Grey, slutty mistress, need i say more?

Lottie: Jo Wilson, they’re both goofy and dorky, and if i remember correctly when jo and alex were drinking she talked about stealing something. (i’ll rewatch and confirm this🤝🏼)

Misty: Cristina Yang, one of the twisted sisters. Cristina is very cutthroat and i feel like the misty killing jessica robert’s is pretty cutthroat. also yang is just super fucking smart, and so is misty. (i would like to note cristina yang would hate misty)

Javi: Andrew Deluca, just bc he’s sweet and he dies in the end. like i’m sorry bro but yeah😭

Tai: Owen Hunt, my fav sleepwalking adulterers <3 no but the way they both deal with trauma is so funny. like no let’s not deal with it. lets repress it and act like im not the problem (tai is not the problem tho, women are never the problem)(i actually hate owen hunt. fuck that bitch ass ginger (this is just a slide at owen. other than that ginger women {bc i don’t fuck with the male specimen} are so hot. thank you for existing))

Laura Lee: April Kepner, do we even have to ask that? i love me some bible thumpers. also i like how their environment challenges/strengthens their faith. holy women for the win ❤️🙏🏼

Mari: Lexie Grey, honestly i’m still not sure about this one, but idk i think they’re both so cute and goofy and bc mari is pit girl and lexie died in the woods😔

Gen: Callie Torres, gives off mean vibes but it’s lowkey a cutie. but also a total bad fucking ass

Ben: Arizona Robbins, twinnsss😝🤞🏼(arizona got one up on him with the prosthetic and being able to be openly gay tho😔)

Akilah: Izzie Stevens, something about hallucinating shit that isn’t there is crazy. but idk what’s crazier. hallucinating having a pet rat but it’s actually been dead the whole time or hallucinating fucking your dead ex-lover/patient/someone you stole a heart for?? idk chat, shits wild asf😭

Van: George O’Malley, only the good parts bc those parts george was sweet and cute and all fun go lucky.

Travis: Preston Burke, arrogant, narcissistic, sexist, fucking douchebags, god complex’s 😒(but also burke, like travis, had his good moments. i will say i do favor travis’ character more tho. bc he’s a kid and that’s understandable. but at his big fucking age burke knows better (okay i’m sorry let me stop before i get heated😭) anyways yeah)

Nat: Alex Karev/Amelia Shepherd, let’s be honest here, alex is so nat, when it comes to the brooding, dickhead, boyfriend, who came from a tough childhood and swears he’s tough as shit just bc he boxes. but is a fucking puppy dog and follows you around and laughs super hard at shit you say even tho you just said that persons shirt looked weird. she’s also very Amelia coded. and yes bc of the drugs and the daddy issues with seeing him get shot. maybe not the same circumstances or relationship but it played a big role in her life.

Jackie: Derek Shepherd, let’s be so fucking fr rn. of course jackie would be charming, annoying, stuck up, pretentious, McDreamy, loyal to a fault, himbo man. “it’s a beautiful day to save lives” headass😭im sorry but i totally see it. also they both die in crazy ways after both surviving a plane crash. if anyone needs to be studied, it’s them.

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masterqwertster · 1 year ago

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Bells Hells C2 Class Swap AU

Basically just giving the Hells the same class as their player's Campaign 2 characters and getting a bit different approaches to the plot beats.

Orym: School of Divination Wizard

Divination goes with Orym's ridiculous perception

He specifically chose to learn divination magic in order try to foresee and forewarn if an attack against Zephrah is coming

He's also very upset that his divinations have had trouble turning up anything about Will and Derrig's killers

Fearne: Path of the Storm Herald Barbarian

Obviously her Storm Aura is desert, because that's the fire barbarian

She uses a great sickle like Deni$e since she does have a Moon Sickle in canon

Fearne is probably a bit more like Lionel in that she's a happy, excited barbarian most of the time. Of course her "always got for the kill" policy means she gets vicious when serious.

Probably also prone to a lot more headbutting as an attack given her goat-like nature as a faun and melee fighter class

Laudna: Way of Shadow Monk

She's always had an affinity for shadows and spookiness, so this subclass fits.

Also Witchy Bitches magic through ki ability

Delilah is still around, but definitely more as a haunting spirit and unwanted advisor, since there's no warlock multi-class. Maybe she grants Way of the Long Death abilities because of the whole necromancer patron thing, though a multi-subclass is probably overpowered

Imogen: Order Domain Cleric

Obviously, Imogen has no clue where her divine gifts come from (it's Predathos/being Ruidusborn)

Order Domain because it's whole deal is mind fuckery to bring people into your sense of order (which also matches with Ruby Vanguard cult shit)

Maybe a slight reflavor that it's not a sense of order she's imposing, but a sense of blackmail from mindreading

Chetney: Hexblade Warlock/Oath of the Ancients Paladin

Oath is about toymaking and bringing joy and light to children (so his god is the All Hammer since that's the crafting god)

Also not that great at Kindle the Light because he's a bitter, crotchety old man. Mercy and forgiveness have sort of fallen off the menu

Fighting Style is Dueling, 'cause he wants to shank a bitch with bonus damage

Definitely looking forward to the day he gets powerful enough to not suffer the drawbacks of old age (Level 15) 😝

Look, the little man uses carving tools as his weapon of choice, it had to be Hexblade

His patron is some sort of wolf-ish Krampus-equivalent, for punishing the Naughty. It just goes with his Christmas Special origins

Pact of the Chain for a wolf familiar. Though it's probably not a normal wolf...

FCG: Mastermind Rogue/School of Enchantment Wizard

Mastermind rogue could actually be used for therapy, if your intent is to manipulate someone into being their better self instead of doing whatever you want them to do

Also the mimic speech patterns is how FCG ended up with their accent in canon, so...

Plus ability to spam the Help action as a bonus action, and this bot wants to be helpful!

Honestly, School of Enchantment is more support and mind fuckery skills for them

This version is just very magic-enhanced therapy focused

Which also kind of lines up with the Care and the Culling background of manipulatively helpful to get in close before driving in the knife

Ashton: Order of the Lycan Blood Hunter (reflavor)/Forge Domain Cleric/ Phantom Rogue (reflavor)

Taliesin technically has 3 character from C2: Mollymauk, Caduceus, and Kingsley, bringing 3 different classes to the table between them, so options to mix and match for multi-class or just go straight

Order of the Lycan is the blood hunter subclass closest to barbarian. Though I'd give it the dunamancy reflavor of amplifying Ashton's elemental power/heritage/potential, so the hybrid form is basically going earth elemental, while the heightened senses maybe get replaced with a Blind Sight or an earth vibration Perception check ability with advantage

Fighting Style is Dueling, because their hybrid elemental form is big/strong enough to wield the hammer one-handed. Play whack-a-mole for bonus damage! 😂

Honestly considered War Domain because they're a fighter, but found I liked Forge Domain for being a bit more elemental. Dash of dunamancy is that he's an earth genasi with growing potential for fire magic, thus crossing an elemental boundary. Basically, they're going from pure earth to volcano.

Also, Forge Domain fits his love for punk handicrafts, and is definitely a domain that can be picked up in Bassuras

God would probably be the All-Hammer because he's the crafting god.

Though an argument could be made for unwitting Luxon follower, as it reaches through time for its galaxy brain chosen one. Ashton just thinks they believe in the light of the stars or some shit

Phantom rogues draw on the souls of the dead, so I reflavor this as drawing on their other possible lives in the galaxy brain. There's always a version that knows something relevant when they're infinite possibilities 😉

I recommend cleric and one of the other two classes if you want multi-class. Just rogue or blood hunter for a singular class as the cleric-dunamancy connection I cooked up is a bit weak

Some Events/Points of Interest

Chet actually was a werewolf, once upon a time. But he got cured of it, and that led him to one of his classes, depending on if it was a kind savior (paladin) or making deal to lift the curse (warlock). And he respects and remembers that time of his life with his Pact familiar

Thanks to his divination skills, Orym probably had a good feeling about what was coming the day he met the Crown Keepers, and the day he met the rest of Bells Hells. And a bad feeling the day Bertrand died, and the day he faced Otohan (both in Zephrah and Bassuras)

If Ashton is a blood hunter, Orym definitely has thoughts and extreme curiosity about their hybrid form. Which he can't be blamed for because he's Ashari

Imogen was considered a useful problem in Gelvaan, because her psychic/mindreading abilities were off-putting, but her healing abilities as a cleric are, well, "god-sent." Smaller towns are always grateful to have magic healing available and all

FCG is more pushy about his therapy attempts. And more subtle in execution, as they feel the need. He just really wants to help everyone's mental state, and is too inexperienced to quite understand when he needs to back off for a while

Laudna takes advantage of her oddly pliable body to move in strange ways for her dope monk shit. Like, she's very flexible to the point of accidental joint dislocation, so people aren't always ready for the ways she can move

And Laudna can fit herself into some tiny spaces because of the way she can fold herself up. Sometimes Imogen would sneak her into town in a large bag while it was just the two of them

Fearne takes protecting Orym very seriously (because he's a squishy wizard in this AU), but it can be tricky in a fight given her area-of-effect Storm Aura damage. There were definitely a few times Orym got singed pretty good at the beginning of their relationship

#MQ AU machine #Bells Hells C2 Class Swap AU #critical role #bells hells

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only4dagossip · 27 days ago

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Any tea on kenan? He's cute

MY BABYYYYY😝😝😝💗💗💗💗

no big deals honestly. there was that karolina girl a few months ago but that was dismissed as her wanting attention and one of his friends said “hes not with her” on a stream. there was a girl on telonynom that said that kenan reacted to her stories with 😍 but it never went further cause he stopped doing it after a couple of times. other than that there is nothing that i know of!

#kenan yildiz

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ruminate88 · 8 days ago

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It’s the honest and hard truth that after all my toxic and abusive relationships, I married the first nice guy who wasn’t toxic… mostly cuz I was in survival mode and he was a safe tower for me to hide. My husband had opened arms for me and seemed genuinely upset that I had been sooo hurt. My husband told me that I made him feel good and he enjoyed being with me…. SOOOO, I felt like I had to snatch him up but like now that I’m trying to heal and get back to “myself” I’m like… lost.

Do we even have things in common? Do we really know each other and like each other?? I mean our families are both nice and somewhat big. My family is obviously way bigger than his and it overwhelms him and gives him anxiety 😓 I can’t help that I have a huge family AND my husband has social anxiety anyway. I do not. It’s frustrating that I’m a people person and he is not BUT I have trust issues so like I want to be around people but I’m guarded too…

I was in isolation when I met my husband. I was JUST coming out of my relationship with my ex Andrew who was emotionally abusive and yeah… I was a scared girl. I was crying in pain and my husband just swooped in to take me away from Andrew so yeah I felt sooo safe and protected which every girl wants that but us girls also want romance, chemistry, deep talks and vulnerability…..

idk how to express myself to my husband effectively without making him feel he’s not enough for me. Idk how to make him understand how badly my exes wounded me without making my husband feel jealous or upset. I don’t want him to think I’m trying to get my exes back and don’t care about my husband’s feelings. I’m terrified I’m gonna hurt my husband cuz I have an emotional barrier from my exes. I think about the past constantly cuz I’m traumatized and ive been working my butt off to get over it all. I write and read and pray and cry…. What more can I do???

yes I loved my exes so much and that doesn’t just go away for me!! Even tho my exes were abusive like I stilll loved them 😭😭❤️‍🩹 it sucks for me I can’t just not care. That’s not who I am. I love SOO DEEPLY.

I wanna be deeply crazy in love with my husband the way I was with my exes but he’s not toxic …. He has boundaries and isn’t a hopeless romantic like me. He’s a guy that works hard, eats and sleeps. That’s good but I wish there was more romance too but I can’t force it. It has to be natural. Idk I’m an overthinker and stay lost in my head most of the time. I need to focus on me and I’ve been trying this year to change and not be a caretaker or a people pleaser like I was in the past…

My exes made me co-dependent on them and breaking away from them has been hard. I was so focused on my ex Andrew’s needs FOR MANY MONTHS that I 100% neglected my own needs and that’s super toxic. Andrew doesn’t care about me but he became my biggest crutch. As long as I was with him, I didn’t have to deal with my own flaws. I could just focus on him and talk sex with him. Grrr Andrew talks good sex and I loved his body 🥵 and it was so much fun but it’s not love. It’s not what a healthy relationship is AT ALL 🥴😝❤️‍🩹🥺

I KNOW I gotta have a talk honestly with my husband but I’m scaaaaaared and worried it’s gonna hurt us both 😭

#hard truth #personal #vent #healing journal #self awareness #emotional abuse #unpacking #emotional wounds #toxic relationship #betrayal trauma #dear ex #healing process #healing #healing journey #online relationships #Married life #emotional barriers

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geralt-of-baevia · 4 years ago

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Happenstance: Part Four

Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: I don’t think any? Some sexy talk and tasteful half naked photos?

A/N: Part four is heeeeere! Thank you all SO much for being so patient with me waiting for this next part! Working through writer’s block is HARD man!

Beta: As always, thank you to @avengeful-bunny for being my always AMAZING beta. You’re a saint. Tag team: @fishcustardandclintbarton @the-soot-sprite @henrythickcavill @contentobsessor @iloveyouyen @promptandpros @sycochick @flouncingxtart @carlya65 @badoopwoop @yespolkadotkitty @vania-marie @aaescritora @alyxkbrl @magdelen69 @summersong69 @kevia1000 @princess-of-riviaa @agniavateira @jolly-polly @cherrybloomn @madbaddic7ed @adorkabeezle @tumblnewby @mary-ann84 @eclecticfashionbookszipper @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @luclittlepond (If you want to added or removed please let me know!) (Lizzy:) Hey, I heard you got hurt on set today?! Are you okay? 😧

(Henry:) Yeah, I'm alright. Nothing I can't handle.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) Can I ask what happened?

(Henry:) Oh it was nothing big. Just a slip up in some fight choreography. The other person slipped and I ended up taking a longbow to the ribs.

(Lizzy:) Okay but like you got PUNCHED IN THE RIBS WITH A BOW?!

(Lizzy:) AND A LONGBOW?!

(Henry:) It's not the first time it’s happened, I'm used to it by now. 🤷🏻‍♂️

(Lizzy:) Not the FIRST TIME?! You're supposed to be acting Henry, not actually getting hurt. 😂

(Henry:) It's what happens when you do your own stunts. Although I’m pretty sure the fight choreographer has it out for me at this point… I get hurt during those sessions more often than I think I should. Although it’s still less painful than leg day. 😂

(Lizzy:) I can't tell if I admire you for that or if I think you're stupid, haha

(Henry:) I think a little bit of both is fair.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) So, this is random. But I just want to thank you.

(Henry:) Thank me? For what?

(Lizzy:) For being normal.

(Henry:) What do you mean?

(Lizzy:) Like, you're not a diva. You got hurt on set and instead of flipping your shit or demanding that person fired or yelled at them but you're just playing it off like it's no big deal. That's amazing and honestly so refreshing.

(Henry:) Well, that's very kind of you to say. I'm glad I come off that way. Have you met many celebrities that have been the opposite?

(Lizzy:) Not really. But, you’re just so genuinely nice. You don’t make me feel like I’m talking to a celebrity. You’re just Henry. It’s really nice 🥰

(Henry:) Well, it's an honor to be on your nice list.

(Lizzy:) Well, unless you're only nice to girls you think are cute 😉

(Lizzy:) I’m totally kidding Hahahaha 😒

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) I'd like to think I'm a fairly nice person to people regardless of whether I think they're cute or not. 😉

(Lizzy:) That's a relief to hear. I want to make sure I wasn't getting any special treatment😝

(Henry:) Oh! Someone wants to say hi.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) Oh my GOD HE IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!

(Henry:) Are you talking about the dog or me? 😝

(Lizzy:) I’ll never tell. 😉

(Henry:) Nah, I know you’re talking about Kal. He’s way cuter than I am.

(Lizzy:) I can’t tell if you genuinely think that or if you’re fishing for a compliment. 😝

(Henry:) I’ll never tell. 😉

(Lizzy:) Hey now! Don’t use my own words against me like that. 😝

(Henry:) Well, while I was getting beat up at work, what did you do today?

(Lizzy:) I worked early. Like, 4 am early. But honestly it was nice because my workday was done by noon. Then my mom and I went and had lunch with my friend Ash from college who is a big hot shot photographer now. I was then forced into their backyard for a mini photoshoot 😅

(Henry:) A photoshoot, huh? Do you do much modeling?

(Lizzy:) HAHAHAHAHA. Not even. I’m definitely not the modeling type. I mean, you know me well enough at this point. I'm too low maintenance of a person for that shit.

(Lizzy:) I was just too tired and weak to say no more than three times so I complied.

(Henry:) Well, are you going to just talk about the photos or are you going to show them to me? 😉

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) ...uhhh Henry, it's been like legitimately almost 10 minutes and you haven't responded. Everything okay? Did my photos scare you off? Was the under and/or side boob too much?

(Henry:) Sorry, I had to wrangle Kal. But Lizzy. Those👏🏻 are👏🏻 amazing👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 You are seriously gorgeous.

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) Oh stop it you. I am not.

(Henry:)

(Henry:) Oh come off it, Lizzy. You are probably one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.

(Lizzy:) Like, I know I'm attractive but I wouldn't put it that far 😜

(Henry:) You don't know how to take a compliment, do you? 😝

(Lizzy:) Not a chance 😉

(Henry:) Oh, also I wanted to apologize for our last conversation... I feel like I might have stepped over the line.

(Lizzy:) Do you mean about the whole sex scene conversation? You don't need to apologize. 😉

(Henry:) No?

(Lizzy:) Nope. I really enjoyed it. 😉 And honestly... it made me feel a lot better.

(Henry:) How so?

(Lizzy:) I mean that, I can't stop thinking about you Henry. Whenever we talk my heart pounds in my chest and GOD I feel like some stupid little school girl. And I thought that it might be one sided, but that conversation the other day confirmed to me that it wasn't.

(Henry:) I feel the same way about you. Anytime you text me and I see your name pop up on my phone I get giddy and excited. I’m utterly smitten with you, Lizzy. Which is that weird? For us to feel this way with someone you don't really know in person?

(Lizzy:) I mean I don't think so? I think the talking part is super important, probably the most important part. And I love talking to you.

(Henry:) I 100% agree with you and feel the same way. 🥰

(Lizzy:) Oh my gosh now Ash is asking me to do a full photoshoot. 🤦🏻‍♀️Does he not realize that I have a full time job? That I am not a thing for him to just photograph whenever he wants? 😂

(Henry:) Oh! I was going to ask you before, what’s his name? Is he a photographer I would have heard of?

(Lizzy:) Oh! He’s Ashton Irvine. He’s photographed some celebs for magazines. But he’s my best friend! We hit it off instantly in college. I don’t know what I would do without him.

(Henry:) Hey. I gotta go, sorry! Um, I'll text you in a little bit, okay?

(Lizzy:) Oh, okay. Sounds good 👍🏻

[12:19am]

(Henry:) Hey, are you up?

(Lizzy:) Unfortunately yes. I've been up for almost a full 24 hours now. Like, I think I might need someone to shoot me.

(Henry:) Jeez. Those days are the worst. But by all accounts you should be very very tired. Why can't you sleep?

(Lizzy:) Idk. My brain is just going all over the place. It probably doesn't help that I can hear my mom snoring through the very thin walls of my apartment. I take her to the airport tomorrow to go home. Well, I guess I should say today in...three hours. Ugh. 🙄

(Lizzy:) What are you still doing up?

(Henry:) Same. I just can't sleep. Too much stuff on my brain. But, I told you I’d text you back earlier and couldn't sleep so I figured I'd take a chance and see if you were also up.

(Lizzy:) I hope you know I'm going to have Take A Chance by ABBA stuck in my head for the next three days 😝

(Henry:) Haha, well you're very welcome 😝

(Lizzy:) Noooooo. Well, I'm glad you texted me.

(Henry:) Oh?

(Lizzy:) Being up late at night by yourself is sorta lonely. 🤷🏻‍♀️ And I like talking to you, too 🥰

(Henry:) Well I will gladly keep you company anytime you'd like. 😉 I like talking to you too.

(Lizzy:) You're so sweet 🥰

(Lizzy:) So, what are you doing? Anything entertaining?

(Henry:) Does staring at your ceiling listening to your dog breathe count as entertaining?

(Lizzy:) I mean, that's all up to your interpretation 😝

(Henry:) Haha, very funny. 😏

(Henry:) So, can I tell you a secret?

(Lizzy:) Always. Hit me with it.

(Henry:) I have to admit to you that I got a little jealous earlier.

(Lizzy:) ...wait what? You did? When? About what?

(Henry:) When you sent me those photos. I honestly was not expecting tastefully nude photos from you. I took so long to get back to you because I didn't know how to respond.

(Lizzy:) Oh, oh okay. I'm sorry I sent them. I guess I stepped over the line...

(Lizzy:) No! No, that's not what I meant Lizzy.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) Then what do you mean?

(Henry:) I mean, that I was so fucking turned on by those photos and I feel like I shouldn't have. Also I got stupidly jealous because your photographer friend got to see you half-naked.

(Lizzy:) I promise you have nothing to be jealous of 🥰

(Henry:) Well, of course I don’t have anything to be jealous of! You and I are just talking, I don’t get the right to be jealous of any guy you talk to or see. And I feel ridiculous. Especially since that was why I stopped talking to you earlier. I feel ridiculous.

(Lizzy:) Oh Henry. Stop. Breathe. You’re rambling. 😂

(Lizzy:) But Ashton is happily married to his lovely husband Cameron. They live outside of London in this beautiful cottage with their two kids. So, there’s literally nothing to be jealous of.

(Henry:) God I feel like an idiot. I’m so sorry.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) Don’t be. 😝I find it kind of extremely adorable that you got jealous. Also, I have a question.

(Henry:) Yes?

(Lizzy:) ...so you want to see me naked? 😏

(Henry:) ...No comment?

(Lizzy:) If you want to see my naked, I'll totally take that as a compliment.

(Henry:) I feel so weird saying that.

(Lizzy:) And I'd say that you getting turned on by those photos is a good thing. I'll take it as such at least 😉

(Henry:) Is that so?

(Lizzy:) Well, at least I know it's mutual now and not just one-sided from me. 😉

(Henry:) So, can I ask you something now?

(Lizzy:) Of course :)

(Henry:) Would you like to go out on a date with me?

(Lizzy:) That sounds wonderful Henry ❤️

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