#not me getting the said similar ask while writing this though 😭

[viperbunnies]

Oz!! Beloved,,,,,

I love his design!! It's genuinely so pretty ....

(Also if you see like 1-2 other asks similar to this IGNORE it. Tumblr is tormenting me rn)

💓💓💓💓 OZZZZ HSHSHSH

Tweaking so bad he looks so good in your style hshsh 🥹🥹 ashhsh my babyyy

Fellee thank you so much hshshs, I’m not good at expressing my thanks through words but hshsh i love it 🥹

[storiesabouteli]

BitterSweet // Elijah Hewson X Reader.

requests: (1) pre-relationship!eli with an incrediblyyy oblivious and socially awkward girl that kinda avoided him bc he’s very charismatic and lowkey a fuckboy so she think he’s fucking with her 😭😭 and eli is tryna pursue her and making it obvious that he takes her really seriously + (2) i was just wondering if you could write an imagine where eli helps the reader with her anxiety / through an anxiety attack or something similar?

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You had enjoyed the band; they were instrumentally solid, and their lyrics were captivating. Live, they were even better. Eli, drenched to the point that his hair was soaked, let out soft groans in between sung syllables. This was just the soundcheck, and though only a few fans were around, he was performing like it was the real thing.

“Think we can tweak it a bit more?” His voice pulled you back, a warning that you might be getting in over your head. Eli chuckled, eyes trailing over you from top to bottom with a slight smirk. You couldn’t tell if it was meant to intimidate, mock, or if he just found you pathetic.

“Of course,” you replied quietly, certain no one else heard. The walk over felt longer in your mind as the guys watched, and you reached for the guitar in his hands. His swift movement to pull the strap off revealed hints of muscle, all the pale skin and the brief brush of his arm, warm and damp with sweat, replayed in your mind.

“Will you be around?” His voice was deeper, smoother than when he sang, with a lazy edge that was almost too pleasant to listen to. You were getting paid for this entire experience. “It’s my job.” He raised his brows, that same confident grin tugging at his lips. You avoided direct eye contact, though you glanced at him from the corners of your eyes. You didn’t mean to sound so blunt. You were only here to set up the studio for their album recording—a short period, and soon enough, you wouldn’t see them again.

You liked them well enough, but Eli had that vibe of the guy who would’ve bullied you in high school. You thought you were past that. “I’ll be around,” you said more clearly, finally looking him in the eyes. He nodded, making a mental note of your face up close and the matching brand of your boots and his. Your delicate hand passed the guitar back to him, and he couldn’t resist; it was too easy.

“Thanks, pet. I’ll be needing you again soon.” Your gaze dropped quickly as you backed away. Josh overheard and laughed, while Eli turned a bit pink—no regrets, though. You knew guys like him. You’d worked with bands before, and you understood better than to let whatever that was get to you.

…

You only spoke when asked, keeping things strictly professional. Eli was openly watching you, blatantly, if honest. The producers asked you questions now and then, and you always responded, they’d nod and follow your advice right after. Eli already thought you were smart, which only made him more intrigued. You were focused, a little shy, content within your own bubble; he admired that. It was obvious you were fine like that, and he was bothering you, but he didn’t know any other way to approach you.

“Hey, uh…” he started, sitting across from you at lunch. Once again, you were alone, not in a bad way, just enjoying your break. “What’re you listening to?” You lifted one side of your headphones to hear him. He cleared his throat, needing to repeat the question before you could answer.

“It’s not the first time you ignore me like that, and I like it.” You had to bite your lip but still laughed, as if he were too much to believe.

“The Strokes,” you showed him your phone, sipping your Coke. You fidgeted with the strap of your white tank top, which happened to be just like the one he often wore—and was wearing now. Along with the boots, it was oddly charming.

“I love The Strokes, real teenage throwback. What are your favorites?” He smiled wide, a grin he hadn’t seen all day, feeling confident this was going well.

“See? We have so much in common,” he teased, even though, so far, it was just the band and clothes.

“I’m not a big fan,” you shrugged, “I think his voice is lazy and dragged out, not really my style, though the instrumental’s good.” His heart sank a little. You spoke so casually, completely unaware of the impact. Eli hadn’t found flirting so difficult before.

“All right,” he glanced around, watching you look at your empty plate instead of his eyes. “Did you enjoy yesterday? What did you think of the show?”

You briefly thought of the awkward moment adjusting his guitar with everyone watching and how he’d been appearing more and more on your social media—not him directly, but clips of him with fans. You’d even gained some random followers from being spotted with the band. Your feed was flooded with videos of him leaning close to a girl at the edge of the stage, his damp curls brushing her face. She’d clung to him, and he clearly loved the attention, even stopping post-show to chat and connect with everyone. It was an energy you didn’t have. You’d once wanted to be more like him but were now comfortable being reserved. He was just naturally good at it.

Then there was one photo—a girl holding his face in an intimate kiss—that made you pause. A fan captioned that Eli would make a perfect boyfriend, even if they weren’t together anymore. She was gorgeous, and he looked like he belonged with her. Him talking to you felt off, like he was doing it out of pity; you weren’t even on the same page.

“I really enjoyed it. You guys are very good.” You were honest, forcing a smile and pushing away your thoughts to show you meant it.

Eli wasn’t convinced of that. “Good to know. We’re close enough now to hang out and maybe share a cigarette or two.” You looked up at him, his hazel eyes gleaming, his freckles glowing with a hint of blush. He had that high-school-crush look, but it still didn’t make sense.

“Can’t you talk like a normal person?” In your mind, the question hadn’t sounded so hard.

“I don’t know; this way I get to keep talking to you, don’t I?” He raised his brows as looked away, noticing the rest of the band watching from another table. He could be over there, so why wasn’t he?

He dropped a crumpled napkin on the table and waited, saying he’d be persistent later when you just nodded, unsure what to expect. You were about to speak, and it was warming to see him actually paying attention, his caramel eyes fixed on you, his whole body focused—until he nudged the table, spilling half of the Coke onto your white top.

“Sorry,” his accent thickened, sending a jolt of anxiety through you. People glanced over, and Eli began wiping the spot, his hand brushing over the stain.

“It’s not helping,” you said, touching his shoulder. “Eli, it’s fine; you’re just making it worse.” Your firm tone made him stop, realizing you were right.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a little embarrassed, and he quickly noticed. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his black button-down and handed it over for you to wear. It wasn’t like you could refuse; you still had the whole afternoon before you could head home and change.

“Sorry, like, the flirting’s intentional, yeah, but I wouldn’t ever mean to harm you.”

You fiddled with his shirt, playing with the buttons. It smelled nice. He was now in a tank top like yours, and you remembered mentioning how you liked his arms before to the voices inside your head.

You cleared the table, picking up his napkin too, and he watched as you tossed his number into the trash on your way out.

“These things happen, I guess,” he chuckled, getting the closest he’d come to a genuine smile from you. The lighthearted way you suggested he’d done it on purpose; if he’d known that smile would come out, he certainly would have.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it back,” you reassured him, grateful he wasn’t phased by the incident, though disappointed the conversation had ended, even if it wasn’t going great. At least it was something, and he got to appreciate how well his shirt suited you the rest of the day.

“It’s yours now, ma’am.”

…

At home, you made yourself dinner, still wearing his shirt. Sure, you told yourself it was just because of the chill, but deep down, you knew you wanted his scent—cologne mixed with a hint of cigarettes—lingering around you. Despite your reluctance, you eventually washed and dried it to return it properly. As you lay down in bed, a wave of mental relief washed over you, savoring the solitude after spending nearly the whole day with them fine-tuning songs. You picked up your phone, intending to scroll until you drifted off, when an Instagram notification popped up. Opening it, you saw he’d followed you and even sent a message. You set your phone aside for a moment, feeling like he was physically there; somehow, it made no difference.

When you accepted the request and opened the DM, the first thing you saw was a picture: a can of Diet Coke spilling onto his jeans, captioned with, “Thinking of you.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself. Eli probably thought it was funny—maybe it was, in a way. “You there? Am I getting ignored online too?” It made you realize you'd left the chat open, staring blankly. “Sorry, was busy,” you replied, though you instantly regretted it, realizing you could've been friendlier.

The typing dots popped up again, followed by, “With something more important than me?” You had to admit, his shameless confidence was quite charming. “Washing your shirt to return it. Hopefully, you won’t try that again xx,” you replied, heart-reacting to the Coke photo he’d sent. You didn’t want him to think you were actually ignoring him. After a pause, just as you were about to drift off, his final message came through. It was a voice note, low tone, a little sleepy, smooth.

“Uh, don’t see the problem, you know? Got to talk to you, and now you’ll return my shirt with your scent on it. You’re making this hard for me.” You could practically hear him smiling through the words, and once again, you found yourself grinning into your blankets.

…

You know those days that just aren't good? Your eyes ached, and there was a sharp pain in your head. Before entering the studio, some girls in Inhaler shirts were gathered near the entrance. They greeted you, and you nodded back, answering a few quick questions about them. You were polite, so one of them handed you her number, asking if you could give it to Eli. You took the slip of paper—it seemed routine, as if he received these often. She was beautiful. Your mind wandered to the number of girls chasing after him, not just here, but everywhere.

"Bobby’s sick; they’re not coming in today." One of the producers announced, and you felt a bit guilty for being relieved. Today, you didn't want to see anyone. It was hard to explain—if you knew how to avoid it, you would. Your chest felt like it was being crushed, heart racing, the familiar grip of anxiety that you just couldn’t make stop. As you thought about leaving, it hit you that you'd have to pass by those girls outside and take the bus home alone. You also worried about the delay in recordings, though you didn’t think Bobby should be there if he was unwell.

"Uh, you here by yourself? We won’t be recording today; thought someone might’ve told you. I just needed to grab my stuff." Eli shook his lighter, a rescuer in disguise. You held a cigarette between your fingers, hoping it would distract you, but you were restless, tapping your boot on the floor and fumbling in your pocket for your own lighter to no avail. He didn’t seem to notice anything wrong—at least he didn’t show it. His curls were perfectly in place, his jacket pulled over his arms, and that familiar, inviting smile. He’d clearly spent some time talking outside.

You opened your mouth, numb lips struggling to hide how off you felt, but no words came. He stepped close, his rings catching the light, and you focused on how nice his hand looked—a random, sudden thought that made you frown slightly. "Let me help," he whispered, his minty breath brushing your face. With the cigarette at your lips, you kept patting your jeans for the lighter. This was the closest you’d ever been to Eli; his fringe touched your forehead, and you realized how easily you could rest your head on his shoulder if you just leaned in. He sparked the lighter, holding it to your cigarette, his scent dizzying. His hand brushed your shoulder, and you wanted more. His calm eyes took in your vacant look as his fingers traced down your arm. For the first time, you couldn’t look at anything but his steady gaze. His freckles seemed to judge you silently, wondering why you had no control over yourself.

Seeing you weren’t taking a drag, he pulled the cigarette from your lips and placed it in his. "You can hear me, right?" His thumb brushed your palm, and you focused on your breathing as your eyes began to water. Eli was patient, his calm presence grounding you as you tried to steady yourself. Holding your hand, he gently pressed it to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat—thankfully steady. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Feel that, love?" Closing your eyes, still feeling overwhelmed, you listened to his words. "Just breathe with me. You’re not alone; it’s all gonna be fine." His voice was a balm, and slowly, it started to sink in.

"You’re doing great; you wouldn’t even need me here," he said softly, matching your small laugh with his own. Your knees gave way slightly, and he held you by the waist, you were closer than ever before. "We can just sit here until you’re alright, yeah?" You nodded, sinking to the floor beside him, surrounded by a few guitars. You toyed with the rings on his fingers, finding it a welcome distraction, and he didn’t mind. Exhausted, as you always seemed to feel, Eli noticed your tired, red eyes and pulled you against him. It was only his shoulder, but you let yourself lean in. He took a drag from the cigarette, ready to toss it aside to focus on you, but you took it from him, repeating his movements.

"So, that’s our first kiss," he murmured, his usual flirty tone and smug grin returning. He seemed proud. "What?" you muttered, throat sore, but he didn’t need to hear it; he saw it on your lips. His free hand slid along your back, keeping you close, wanting to distract you from your own mind. He was good at it.

"The cigarette’s a swap of saliva, right? That counts." You wrinkled your nose, thinking how typical it was for him to come up with something like that. You put out the cigarette, tossing the butt away. Nicotine didn’t help much, but it was something—it was human nature, and you understood that. He noticed your shy smile, his effect on you having its way. "Not funny, Eli. I don’t get why you do this," you murmured, exhaustion pulling your eyes closed, though you stayed nestled against his soft shoulder. He swallowed, realizing you weren’t playing a game; you were just oblivious.

"One of the fans outside even gave me her number to give to you." Your tone was gentle, though the crumpled paper in your hand suggested you had some opinion on it. "You think I’m just messing around with you?" He took your face in his hand, studying your troubled eyes. "Why would I do that? I wouldn’t flirt with you if I didn’t mean it. I don’t know how to be more obvious."

The firmness in his voice cut through like the edge of a blade. Now it was his turn to look at you like a puzzle piece he couldn’t quite figure out. You stared at him like he’d just spoken in another language, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Aren’t you? I mean… isn’t this just, like, a thing you do? Flirt with people for fun?” Oddly enough he was still comfortable, Eli could be anything but scary.

He looked at you, serious, shaking his head slightly, as if letting you slip through his fingers was out of the question.

Eli raised an eyebrow, his grin slipping. “Is that what you think of me?”

You fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re… you know…” Your voice dropped as if admitting the truth was embarrassing. “You’re you.”

He leaned closer, his voice low but insistent. “And what if ‘me’ wants you? What if I’m serious ‘bout this?”

Your eyes shot up to his, wide and startled, but you quickly looked away. “You’re not.”

“Yeah, I am,” Eli said, his gaze more serious now, one of those looks you couldn’t avoid. “I don’t just flirt with everyone. I don’t chase people. But I’m chasing you. What’s it gonna take for you to get that?”

His chest had been racing, but it started to calm as he took in your parted lips and the tears lingering in your eyes. He knew he was overwhelming you at a tough moment, and he hated that. His fingertips traced the bridge of your nose, lightly outlining your soft lines, enjoying how close you allowed him to be. “Are you okay, little one?” he asked softly, the edge of his jacket brushing your cheek to wipe away the last of your tears.

“Yeah,” you replied, the incident finally slipping away as you looked back at him, unable to focus on anything else. His careful eyes, the freckles scattered like constellations, each carrying its own name that you gave them—it was hard to think of anything but them. “God, I must’ve been such an idiot, right?”

He chuckled, his laugh warm and steady against you. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gentle but grounding, repeating it a few times as if to anchor you. You rested your head against his chest, nestling your face there, feeling the safety of his warmth. Your arms wrapped around his waist, a quiet comfort settling in.

“You weren’t an idiot. If anything, I’ve been bugging you since I got here.” You murmured a soft agreement, and he laughed again.

“But it worked, didn’t it? What do you say?”

You hid yourself a bit more in his embrace, feeling good, as he held you close, content to be your shield.

…

There was a comfortable weight draped over you, not unpleasant in the slightest. Your legs were tangled up with his, and you could feel his breath against your shoulder, soon followed by a series of light kisses and playful bites. You laughed into him, accepting your fate, and hugged him tighter. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice sounding even better with that just-woke-up rasp. You glanced around, fully taking in the scene. His hand rested on your waist, his touch warm, and he was amazing at reading you, always respecting your pace.

“No one’s here yet. I’m not about to get you in trouble.” You smiled back at him, genuinely relieved.

“So you’re gonna hide us from them, huh?” he teased. “Hurts my feelings a little, y’know?” You looked down at your feet, ready to counter him, but before you could, his face was close again. He pressed a soft, wet kiss to your cheek. His messy curls tickled you, and you ended up laughing.

“When I make you nervous like this…” he traced his thumb along your hands, which were colder than your hot cheeks. “Is it a bad thing? Does it bother you?”

You met his gaze, smiling with your lip caught between your teeth. “I like how you talk to me, Eli. I just… don’t know how to deal with it right away.”

He nodded, his smile warm. “Good. I like that—it’s cute how you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

So effortlessly, he pulled the same reaction from you as before. The two of you kept talking, stealing these quiet moments before anyone arrived. Eli picked up on your hesitance with him, knowing you thought he was too charismatic for someone like you. But he also made it clear he didn’t mind your quieter world; he’d be just as happy living in it if you’d have him there.

Later that day, you ended up with his jacket draped over your shoulders and his hand resting gently on your back. You got to listen Bobby complimented you, saying you were better at adjusting his bass than any of the past techs they’d worked with. The way he talked about you was similar to how Eli did, which made you suspect Eli had already mentioned you to them before, even without knowing you well yet. None of them questioned your sudden closeness with Eli, not even when he introduced you like they didn’t all already know who you were. They were welcoming, you felt at ease.

 Eli’s hand slipped from your waist slowly, your smile softening as he looked at you. He was enjoying the way things were going. “I’m gonna grab us some food,” he said, tilting your chin up and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “And a Diet Coke too.”

 You grinned, your smile so wide it showed all your teeth. “Want me to come with you?” Before either of you could say more, Ryan appeared with a question about drum kits, and Eli could see in your eyes that you wanted to answer.

 “I’ll be right back, I promise, little one,” he chuckled, leaving you with them. Minutes later, Ryan mentioned, “It’s great that Eli managed to finally talk to you. We’ve been hoping to catch you since that project you worked on with Miles.”

 The statement was so casual that you raised your eyebrows, realizing it had been over two years since that project—quite some time if you thought about it. “You guys were looking for me?”

 Ryan nodded, as if it were obvious. “Actually, Elijah suggested it. He’s into the albums you worked on. It took a while—you’re not exactly easy to track down.” You laughed, looking at them, struck by how Eli had admired your work for much longer than you’d ever realized. You’d thought he was out of reach, yet he’d appreciated your work from the start.

 “Don’t break our boy’s heart, alright? We’d have to side with you then, but we’d rather not,” Josh added with a smirk, and you felt your face heat up just as Eli returned, grinning, with a Diet Coke and fries in hand.

 You figured maybe you could handle this, after all.

[harumasa-wifey]

Omgomg i love your writing sm 😭‼️

Since you're open for request, can I request a doctor!reader with Harumasa? Imagine he is going to infirmary just to see reader 😔 maybe he pretend to be sick as an excuse just to see reader

➹Just Because I Like You a Lot

✖Asaba HarumasaxFem!doctor Reader

Warning: none just some fluff, not proofread

Note: yea i almost died last week/srs but only my left hand is injured so it's fine. Thank you for waiting i also have another similar request for doctor Reader and I am currently working on it.

The moonlight falls on the papers placed upon your office desk as you go on reading while sipping on your cup of tea with more papers in the piles beside your desk.

You weren't expecting any patients at this hour as you were checking some reports before ending your shift but as the saying goes, Expect the unexpected. So there he was entering your office with a pout on his lips looking beat up.

Your instant response was putting down your cup as you stood up, several thoughts running in your head. Did he get these injuries in a Hollow? Or worse fighting some high level ethereal.

“Who hurt you?” The worried look on your face was obvious as you asked him to sit down to take a look.

“Chief”

.....

“Huh?”

The worried expression was now replaced by confusion. Why would miyabi do that? Of course she should have a reason, those thoughts ended as he spoke up again.

“Well well isn't this embarrassing, the chief and I had a sparring session and now I look like this”

“Man she wasn't playing this time” he murmured under his breath which was pretty audible in the peaceful office. A light giggle broke out your lips as you came to the conclusion on why this had happened.

“Really Miss doc? I came up looking this injured in the night and you are laughing,Won't you at least treat me with care?”

“Pfft, it's just some minor injuries you been through worse asaba but don't worry I'll ask a nurse to fix your bandages”

You were about to make your way to your desk to call upon a nurse when he pulled you back hugging you from the back, his breath fanning over your ears as he mumbled.

“I didn't come all this way for you to push me out, you know how much i hate travelling long distances”

It's true he is lazy like that and it's not like he cannot do this by himself yet he is here asking for your help when he could be home sleeping.

You held his hand which was interlocked around your waist as you faced him.

“Alright, sit back down I'll do it”

He smiled like a kid winning a prize and sat back on the bed watching you move around the office gathering the first aid kit, you came back with the kit and several bandages in your hand placing them on the desk.

“Okay, show me the wounds that have been reopened”

“Do I really need to do all that doc? You already know where it is, can't I just sit here all pretty for you?”

He said as he gave you a teasing smile clearly stating his intentions once again.

You sigh as your hands hover above his his tie first then the shirt buttons undoing them one by one as he quietly indulges you taking it off him with a satisfied smile resting on his until you pulled off his waist and stomach, he lets out a low grunt trying to make it look like it hurt while you just stared at him unamused.

“Can you please be gentle with me doc? I am a really fragile person”

“I am sure no fragile person can charge into hollows like it's nothing but whatever you want”

You checked around his wound and it hasn't been opened which was good. You just need to change the dressing, as you were thinking of changing the dressing your fingers were hovering around his abs, and how could he miss out on a chance like this.

“You like what you see doc? It took a lot of effort so i would like you to parise me more if you wanna” he asked with a slight smirk adorning his lips. You quickly take your hand back tearing your gaze away from him to the box besides.

“Ahem, i was checking the wound” even though what you said was true he surely doesn't mind you checking something else out on him.

You slowly but carefully wrapped the bandages around him and put the box aside giving him space to dress up but it seemed like he didn't want to do that either.

“won't you help me with this doc?” you wish you could dig yourself a hole, his advances were getting too much for you to act nonchalant even though the blush on your face is quite obvious to him and he is enjoying every second of it.

You help him put on his shirt and tie back, whispering quietly under your breath which was clearly audible to him.

“You cannot keep getting away with this” before leaning in to give him a final kiss as you ward him out of your office to pack your stuff to leave with him, you know he is standing outside and he won't go anywhere without you.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

I have a request... though you don't have to write it or anything... just since I saw a new post, I just decided to write this thought in my head. Again, you don't have to write it if you don't want to.

Anyway, hualian with m-reader, right BUT the m reader that they are with is a clone.

If you have read dear door then you know the doctor, he has the ability to make clones NOW give that to m-reader and send hualian and a manhunt to find the real m-reader.

They find him chained under a mountain, serving punishment for whatever reason you can think of, and the only person the real m-reader trusts is his clone. Slowly warming up to hualian through constant company and assurances from his clone...

...

..

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Smut scene is asked but not required...

Clones?

HuaLian x M!reader

Wanted to write headcanons for the first half and write an actual story for the smut part. Also read some of dear door and now you've got me hooked 🖐️😔. I got as far as knowing he has clones but not how they work 😭 since the doctor was a demon though we makin reader a ghost. This was actually hard, sorry if this sucks y'all 😭

Ignore grammar mistakes

!!! Blowjobs, gagging, sex, foursome, clonecest, orgasms galore, covered in cum, practically a gang bang if I say so myself.

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Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have a third lover, he's a little strange but they love him dearly.

They love your clone that is, not that they would know

Your clone says strange things sometimes.

"Oh, I would've loved this", "I wonder what I'm doing right now?"

You're right here what do you mean?

They've decided, maybe it's a weird quirk of yours.

So without your knowledge, your clone has gained the affections of two very strong and important men.

Hua Cheng has been gazing at 'you' lately. Recently he's been suspicious of something.

He caught you crying.

While usually he would've immediately comforted you, he had noticed you were calling your own name while sobbing into the pillows.

Xie Lian has also been studying 'you' lately.

You've never been a fan of the public and usually hide your face behind a different form. The day they took 'you' out on a date and you forgot to hide your face, the ghosts seemed very confused.

They kept their space that day.

It was unusual so Xie Lian went looking around trying to see what was going on.

"I could've sworn he had been killed...", "Haven't seen that face in years..."

But you had been here the whole time?

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng eventually talk to each other about it and find out they have similar suspicions.

They confront 'you' about it and you bust into tears in their arms immediately.

Through muffled sobs, your clone admits what he is. Just that, a clone .

He tells Xie Lian and Hua Cheng everything, and tells them that his real name is just ' Kèlóng' which means clone.

So if this is Kèlóng, and just a clone... Where are you?

It doesn't take long at all to find the real you, Xie Lian knew where you were most likely being kept.

The real you however isn't as, trusting, as Kèlóng is.

You also look different. Older, scarred, and irritated.

Kèlóng, looks younger and bubblier.

They do get you out of under that mountain though, and let you stay at Paradise Manor.

You only really agreed because Kèlóng said it was safe.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng know you don't know them, and you technically aren't their lover but they can't help but love you anyways.

They're careful with you, and let Kèlóng do a lot of things since you only seem to trust him.

It takes a while for you to be comfortable in the presence, especially Xie Lian's since he's a god.

You don't hate them, you guess. They aren't mean and even though at first you had been scared like a feral cat who hisses and scratches they seemed to keep caring and loving you anyways.

So after some time you let them in.

Kèlóng is happy, his creator and lovers are getting along well. And maybe you'll become their lover too!

He predicts correctly.

Kèlóng made it a game to roam around in your form instead of his usual young looking self, so Xie Lian and Hua Cheng can't tell who's, who.

Eventually kisses, and affections start getting muddled between both of you.

And you? You didn't say anything because you enjoyed it.

Hua Cheng is the one who finds this out. He kissed you thinking it might be Kèlóng. When Kèlóng, in his normal look, and Xie Lian walk in though, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian figure it out.

Especially with the way you don't pause to stop. When Hua Cheng pulls back in embarrassment, and tries to apologize, you pull him back closer and continue making out with him.

That's when they decide to ask you to be their lover as well.

Of course you agreed.

🦊🪷

You are not a clone fucker, you never looked at your clone and thought, 'Yeah, I would fuck myself'. But this situation makes you think, you might be on the border edge of being considered clonecest?

The situation being, you gagging on your own clones cock that is. How did you get in this situation you ask? Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were curious. They wanted to see you, intimate with your clone and well... You looked at their stupid, handsome faces and said yes.

You weren't expecting to be gang banged! What the fuck?! You're brought back to be present when Hua Cheng's hips smack against your ass, forcing you to take Kèlóng's cock deeper down your throat.

You gargle, and Kèlóng is generous enough to pull out of your mouth. Since when was your dick this good? Since when was Hua Cheng's so big? This is ridiculous.

"How... How much longer are we going to do this?" Your voice is raspy now when you talk now. Hua Cheng has been arranging your guts for hours now and you swear the stupid ghost hasn't cum once.

Hua Cheng's chuckle vertebrates in his chest. "Gege hasn't even had a turn yet, why are you so impatient?" He runs his hand down your spine and then pulls your arms behind your back, forcing you to take him deeper. You whine loudly and huff through your nose.

You glance over to where Xie Lian sits. He's just watching, he always watches. It's embarrassing, his pretty eyes gazing at your face, soaking up everything they can. Kèlóng moves away from you and briefly you can hear your clone urge Xie Lian to take your mouth.

Xie Lian complies, you can tell when the bed dips in front of you and you're suddenly met with Xie Lian's cock. It's not like you hate this. They know you don't hate it. If you did, you wouldn't have lurched forward to deepthroat Xie Lian.

Xie Lian runs his fingers gently through your hair and slowly rolls his hips. Unlike your clone who so excitedly fucked your throat. It feels like you're floating right now, not having to think about anything. Your cloud palace is interrupted when Kèlóng fists your hair and pushes your head down on Xie Lian's dick.

Hua Cheng takes his chance to fuck you deeper, harder. He must be close. Xie Lian has also started rocking his hips faster. They fuck you in a way that keeps you full. Not one second do you not have a cock in you. Fuck it turns you on.

You feel someone grab your hand and put it in an 'o' position. Distantly you hear Kèlóng, "Let me use your hand Y/n, please please please" it's not like he wait for you approval. He's already got his, yours?, his dick thrusting into your hand as if you chose to jerk him off.

You're surrounded. By your lovers, by men, by cocks. You love it and soon your body racks with another orgasm. It's not long until the men around you cum either.

They choose to make it messy. Xie Lian pulls out and cums on your face, though it's obvious he was sheepish about it. Hua Cheng doesn't, he pulls out and shoots an abnormal amount of cum across your ass and lower back. Kèlóng, your own clone, cums into your hand and manages to get it in your hair.

You fall limo into the bed and pant softly. All of them are looking at you. To them you look good like this, covered in all their cum. This is where you were meant to be not under that mountain.

"why are you guys looking at me like that..?" You tilt your head.

They're definitely going to fuck you again. What God should you pray to?

[in-loving-memory-of]

Takashi Morinozuka x reader -> crush/early dating stage head-canons (sfw)

honestly, i fuckn hate hcs, but i’m gonna put them out there anyway, since mine are simply better cuz i said so

- Takashi isn’t the type of guy to just go up to a girl and ask her out because he thinks she’s cute or anything, so you would 100% have to start off as friends before he made a move (and even then, you’d probably be waiting a while)

- Probably would not initiate a conversation with you on his own (shocking)

- I could see Honey noticing Takashi’s special interest in a girl and deciding to talk to her, and maybe even invite her to the club

- If he did this with Takashi present, he’d be super nervous but secretly grateful that his cousin set him up, cuz lord knows it wouldn’t have happened otherwise

- Once Honey had Takashi’s crush engaged in a conversation, he’d start trying to, not so subtly, gauge whether or not she’s a good fit for Takashi

- If Honey doesn’t like you, then you don’t get to be with Takashi, period.

- If anyone asks at any point during your friendship if Takashi has feelings for you, he’ll either outright deny it or just stay silent, even though it’d be super obvious to anyone who knows him to any capacity

- He would be more engaged in conversations with you than anyone else, MAYBE aside from Honey

- He’d help with anything he thought you may be struggling with (you don’t even have to ask)

- Need help finding something? He’s got you. Pickle jar too hard to open? No problem. Can’t reach something on a high shelf? Well, thank god a certain giant has nothing better to do (he was just admiring you anyway)

- Once the club catches on, any possible privacy the two of you had is gone. Especially if they can tell the feelings are reciprocated

- Tamaki, the twins, and Honey would all try to get the both of you into situations where you’d be alone together, or they’d talk about how cute you would be together, or how cute your kids would be, etc.

- Even before a relationship begins, Takashi will think it’s disloyal or unfaithful to interact flirt with any other girls, so he would be extra quiet during club hours (unless you’re there 🥰)

- Speaking of relationships, when Takashi does finally ask you out, expect it to be a simple question, such as: “Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow?” or something similar. He’d probably do so when you two are completely alone (mostly so the other club members don’t try to trail you on your date)

- If the date went well, and he felt like you were interested afterwards, that’s when he’d ask you to be his girlfriend.

- The poor guy’s heart would be pounding out of his chest and he’d be blushing like crazy, which would only get worse when if you said yes

- Once you’re official, any reservations he previously had regarding closeness are gone. He wants to hold your hand and just be near you all the time

- He’s not into the PDA shit, though. It’s not like he’d pull you into a make out sesh in public, but he does like to be near you at all times

- Honey absolutely loves that Takashi found someone he truly cares for, especially since he thinks you’re fun to be around, so he and Takashi can still be close as ever

- The other members (mainly Tamaki) are ecstatic about the relationship as well

- Seeing their normally stoic friend all head over heals for you is just too sweet

- Once you start dating, it isn’t long before he wants you over to meet his parents and vice versa

- He doesn’t even see it as a huge step or anything. I mean, of course he wants his family to meet his darling partner

———————————————————————

Alright, I’m gonna call this a part one, and basically just write others to be more tailored to a reader with specific personality traits, cuz writing so vaguely is driving me insane.

(I have no writing experience, but I promise I’ll try harder next time, so hopefully they’ll get better after this 😭)

If there’s anything specific you want to see, feel free to request headcanons or fics for Takashi (or any of the other characters for that matter), as that’ll make it way easier to write something worthwhile lmao

[hvnsinureyes]

hear me out… wife!reader x JJ Redick where reader has a threesome with Austin and Luka in front of him while he tells them what to do... or is that too feral

warnings | nsfw— threesome, a bit of cucking(??), degradation

author’s note | i fear i might be a little freaked out… if this is too much i sincerely apologize but i had to write this 😞 not even a blurb atp i was rlly focused on the plot 😭

it was near the end of dinner when jj brought it up to you. 

the tension in his shoulders was obvious as he leaned back, staring off into space. he had that one look— stressed, desperate to find a way to fix the chemistry between luka and austin. the two had been struggling to connect on and off the court, despite all the bonding exercises that jj tried. nothing seemed to click. it wasn’t that luka and austin didn’t like each other, but their connection was...off. 

jj was far from a perfect coach, always pushing himself to better his skills. it led him to wonder if the problem wasn’t with them, but with him instead. it was a mess, one that jj wanted to clean up soon. he couldn't afford to let any mistakes fuck up their shot at the playoffs.

“i don’t know what to do.” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. you pursed your lips, thinking of a solution. jj had always been careful to keep work and home separate, so you weren't in on what was happening behind the scenes. if he hadn’t opened up to you, you would’ve never guessed that there was problem between luka and austin at all– they seemed fine when playing together. ugh, you hate this. you wish you could fix the problem yourself, but you’re not a coach nor do you know the first thing about building team chemistry other than using trust fall exercises.

jj notices how deep you are in thought. it’s cute, shows that you really care, but he knows you’re as stumped as he is. “its fine,” he says it casually, waving off the problem, but from the way his jaw clenches, it won’t stop bothering him until something changes.

“i’ll figure it out eventually.”

"are you sure you want to do this?"

you rolled your eyes, already beyond frustrated with his constant pestering. you almost would’ve been touched by his concern if he’d let it go by the eighth time he asked. you were very sure when jj brought up his idea, willing to help your husband any way you could. even in the most unconventional way. "yes, hun, it’s alright with me," you said, the irritation creeping into your voice. “i’m here now, do you want me to leave?”

“no, ignore me. i’m nervous, that’s all.”

what you didn’t know, though, was that jj hadn’t invited you to practice to "get to know the team and staff" like he’d said. no, he had his own secret plan— to see if luka and austin might be interested in you. testing out a theory, wanting to see if they shared a similar taste. 

jj stood off to the side, his eyes trained on you like a hawk. he was waiting, watching, seeing how things would go. luka and austin were hard to read. their faces remained neutral and acted polite when it was their turn to say hi, but jj had been around long enough to know better. he’s not blind, he’s a man after all. luka’s gaze lingered a little too long when he shook your hand, eyes raking over your figure, while austin adjusted his pants subtly when you moved on to another staff member.

jj smirked to himself, he was right—he knew he would be. 

he knows what to do now.

it’s austin who decides to break the silence.

“so, uh…” he says, quietly. “what’s happening here again?” luka’s right beside him, looking just as confused, shifting awkwardly as he sees you sat on the bed, dressed in a lacy red lingerie set. 

they can’t believe this is real.

jj, on the other hand, stays calm, a tight, almost calculating smile on his face. he gets comfortable in the chair facing the bed, voice dropping into that low, commanding tone they’re so used to, “what do you think?” he says, words firm, no room for fooling around. “i’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at her.” 

“wait, coach, it’s not like—“ austin panics, quick to defend himself, but jj cuts him off quick.

“i don’t really give a shit about what it’s like. point is, you want to fuck my wife. right?”

a tense silence settles over the room, thick and suffocating. jj doesn’t break eye contact once, basically staring into their souls. but luka is the one brave enough to nod his head. jj’s pleased by this, eyes now flickering to austin, who looks at him like he’s gone insane. but it’s undeniable. jj knows austin, and if he didn’t want this, he’d simply leave. 

it’s like austin knows that as well, finally giving in and nods, embarrassed to say the words he's thinking– “yeah, coach, your wife’s hot and i’d love to fuck her.” you don’t say that out loud, ever. 

“exactly.” he gestures to you, “she’s right there. ready for you both. but before we get to the good part, i’m gonna lay some ground rules.”

the tension in the room heightens instantly, both luka and austin bracing themselves for what’s coming next. 

“first of all, this isn’t for you to get your dick wet and have a fun time. no, i need to see chemistry between us. you’re gonna make her cum by actually working together and listening to your coach.” he points at them,

“second of all, she’s my wife, don’t forget it. you can be rough, slap her around, call her names— whatever. she likes it anyway. but you’re crazy if you think you’re gonna fuck her raw. get a condom over there and get undressed.” 

it’s quiet again and jj frowns, waiting for a response. "well? what do you say?"

“uh— yes coach.” austin responds nervously, but luka’s very sure of himself, ready to do whatever his dear coach says. “yes coach.” 

“good, let's get to it.”

“austin, why are you acting shy? fuck her mouth.” the hesitation is clear on austin’s face— he doesn’t want to hurt you. you’re already occupied with luka thrusting into your pussy, the two of you in your own world. it’s like luka’s completely blocked everything else out, only focused on making you cream all over his dick. and you love it— it’s obvious in the way you grip the sheets, throwing your ass back onto him, moaning out “more, more, right there!” in front of your husband like it’s nothing.

it wasn’t perfect at first, jj had to direct him where and how to fuck you like you want it, now luka’s hammering into your body— pressing on that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

luka’s muttering in something in slovenian, austin doesn’t need a translator to know it’s absolutely filthy, but you eat it up just like your pussy keeps welcoming him inside your heat.

“are you sure?”

jj tsks, scoffing at him. give him a break already. “oh please, she loves it. don’t you honey?” austin looks back down to see you nodding, the sheets beneath you scrunching as you shake your head, gasping before you speak. “y—yes!”

“how much do you love it?”

“sooo, so much, please, more.” luka obeys, his thrusts unwavering, but it’s also a call for austin to just do something. “i’ll help you, buddy, listen to me.”

“grab her jaw,” jj continues, watching him closely. austin hesitates, but jj nods at him to go ahead. don’t be shy, austin thinks, grabbing your jaw. your eyes are glossy, filled with absolute pleasure, soft pants escaping your lips. “and slide it in,” austin glances to luka one more time, and he looks right back at him.

no shame, embarrassment, or fear from him. just primal need being unleashed onto your body, with no regrets at all. “do it, man,” luka says, groaning— “she feels so good, bet her mouth’s even better,” his hand goes to strike your ass, the sharp pain of it all fading away once when luka gives you kisses along your spine.

“it’s okay,” you bat your eyelashes at him, trying your best to encourage austin. your words are enough to have him break out of what’s holding him back, listening to your every word like you’re everything. “please give it to me, baby,” acrylic nails trailing up his thighs, edging closer and closer to his cock,

his breath hitches— the way you look at him like you’re ready to devour him whole, your hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking him with a smile. “don’t you wanna make jj proud?” you pout, licking off the precum off his tip, “don’t you wanna make me happy?”

yeah, he folded.

he decides right then and there, he’ll do anything you say. jj smiles along with you, glad that you’ve finally gotten through with him. he muses at irony of it all— this was more so about listening to what jj says.

might have to bring you along to practice more often to make austin listen.

[fallingdownhell]

hi!! i really loved your reader drunk complimenting dumeru boys 😭❤️ i was wondering if you can make something similar but with diluc, xiao, thoma? you can add whoever else you want!

thank you in advance, if ever you come across this ask and accept my request! love your writing btw <3

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And of course, I loved that request so much myself, glad to include some other characters in this now<3

Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Thoma

Content: gender neutral reader; drunk reader; established relationship; general fluffy content

Word count: 2k words

Imagine Reader's parts as drunken gibberish, I can't write that for the life of me xD

Diluc

Even though Diluc himself did not like drinking alcohol and rarely participated in it, he could understand your need for the occaisonal drink at his bar, especially when he noticed you approach after an particular stressful day at work.

He noticed your slumped way of walking, the sour expression on your face as you approached the bar at Angel's Share. Without a word, he turned and prepared your favourite drink for you, placing it in front of you with an understanding nod.

You thanked him and almost downed the drink entirely in one go. So it was that bad, huh?

Like always, he wanted to keep an eye on you the entire time, to ensure you wouldn't drink too much, but something came up and he had to leave the bartending to Charles on his own.

As he emerged from his office within the Angel's Share again after two hours had passed, he was surprised and concerned when he did not see you sitting at the bar anymore.

Alarmed, he was about to dash over to Charles to question him about your whereabouts, but then a shout ripped through the tavern, a voice he would recognise anywhere.

He turned to the source of the noise and found you sitting at one of the many tables in the tavern, surrounded by other people who were heavily drunk and singing along with the bards... just like you were.

Diluc turned again to look at Charles, who only spared him one apologetic look before he tended to other customers again.

"DILUC!"

The shout of his name brought him to turn his attention back to your drunken self, as you tried approaching him on your stumbling and unsafe legs. He caught you under your arms as you were about to fall right in front of him, but this only made you giggle more.

"Where have you been? You missed out on SOOO much fun!", you laughed and giggled while talking, raising your glass to your lips again to drink even more. But Diluc caught your hand before you could do so, gently taking the glass from your grip.

"I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

"No! I'm pracitcally sober! See?". You tried convincing him, but you were basically stumbling while only staying in one spot, so it wasn't exactly successful.

"Come on, it's time to get you to bed.", he said as he then gently picked you up, one hand supporting your upper body while his other arm was holding you under your legs.

You let out a surprised noise at the sudden motion, but soon started giggling again, wrapping your arms around his neck as Diluc carried you out the tavern and began the walk back to his mansion.

It was late at night already, but that didn't stop you from talking the entire time, commenting either about the time of day or what you were seeing upon your travels.

"WOW, did you see the shape of that bush?!"

"Has that flower always been there? ...Why is it staring at me?"

Diluc couldn't help but smile at your crazy talk. He wished he could see what you were seeing right now, but it's best if he didn't.

This carried on for a while, him carrying you like this while you commented on absolutely everything without pause, until suddenly, you slapped your hands against his cheeks, holding his face like that and making him look at you.

Surprised, he stopped walking, looking at you questioningly as you were practically staring him in the eyes, not saying anything.

"...What?", he asked after a few seconds of silence as you began squinting your eyes together.

"You have such a pretty face, you know that?", you suddenly said, before giggling again, letting go of Diluc's face again and hiding your own against his chest.

Meanwhile, Diluc had combusted into all the different shades of red at your compliment. His brain stopped working for a second at the unsuspected praise of his appearance.

When he tried nudging you, he noticed that you'd finally fallen asleep in his arms, looking peacefully unaware. Diluc sighed, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering "Sweet dreams" into your ear as he carried on his way, holding you tightly against his chest.

He knew you would feel the full force of your drinking tomorrow morning, but he would be there as well, to help and comfort you through it.

Xiao

He was still not too familiar with the customs of the humans, so he didn't think too much of it when you told him that you were going out for a few drinks with your friends.

He just nooded and wished you a good night with them while he would focus on his duties for the time you were going to be apart. Never would he have thought it would end like this..

The night has already progressed quite far, but there were still no signs of you coming back. And Xiao was slowly starting to get worried.

He hasn't heard anything from you at all. Normally, you would call his name and he would accompany you back home, to make sure you would arrive safe and sound.

But never before did it take you this long, you usually never stayed out this late.

So the fact that it happened now, made his mind spin with worry and a hundred different scenarios on what could have happened to you while he wasn't there to protect you.

As his thoughts kept wandering and getting worse by the second, he suddenly heard you... your voice... calling his name..

He was confused for only a second because your voice didn't sound as paniced like he had imagined it would, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as he teleported to you.

To his surprise, he stood in the middle of a very crowded place, people all around him and shouting and singing very loudly with each other. Is this what you called a "tavern" earlier?

Xiao then looked around and spotted you not too long after. You were standing with your back turned to him, so he approached you, wanting to know why you called for him.

As he came closer, he noticed you standing with your group of friends. The closer he got, the better he began to understand what you were talking about.

"... so handsome! And his hair! Oh my god, his hair! It's so fluffly! Like, you wouldn't think it, but it's so..."

You were rambling, your friends laughing at your drunken monologue about your boyfriend, which made you pout.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's true, Xiao is very handsome and loveable!"

Xiao froze in his tracks over hearing you say that. Was that why you called his name? Because you were gushing to your friends about him?

"Yeah, yeah, we know, (Name).", your friends were laughing and giggling even more at your pouting, to which you then decided to turn around to get another drink from the bar. Although those plans of your were long forgotten as you recognized the face of your boyfriend in the crowd.

"XIAO!", you screamed, a huge grin appearing on your face as you immediately ran towards him, startling the poor Adeptus even more. He was unsure how to react in this situation, but you just took care of that for him.

Jumping up into his arms, hugging your arms around his neck, you giggled as you burried your face into his neck. "What are you doing here?", you asked him after a minute, only now realizing how strange his presence here was.

"You.. called my name.", Xiao explained, a bit awkward since your friends were watching you two and he did not know how to handle you right now. You were acting so different than usual..

"I did? Really.. I don't remember..", you pondered, but moments later, it was already forgotten again as you hugged him again, giggling like a madman, continuing to mumble "Xiao.. Xiao.. my Xiao..", while you did so.

Xiao was blushing like crazy, and the best thing he knew to do right now was to escape this situation as soon as possible.

"I'll be taking her home now.", he said directed to your friends. Then, placing an arm around your back, he teleported you and himself back to his room at Wangshuu Inn, were he laid you down on the bed.

He would let you rest for now, but there were a lot of questions he needed you to answer tomorrow morning..

Thoma

Thoma himself did not drink often, but he also never stopped you from doing so, knowing that you liked to go out from time to time to have fun this way. And he always took care of you when you had a terrible hangover the next day.

You always felt guilty about it and he would tell you that he didn't mind it a bit, but it didn't help your conscious at all. Still, the next best opportunity you got, you would do it again.

It became somewhat of a routine that Thoma would look after you when you overdid it with the drinking again.

Like today...

It was only supposed to be two or three drinks with some friends at a bar, but it escalated when a certain Oni came into the picture, challenging you to a drinking game which you could not turn down.

Thoma tried his best in talking you out of it, but your pride got the better of you. And now, you were horribly drunk, your head resting on the bar counter as you giggled and laughed at absolutely nothing.

Your friends and other spectators were laughing at you, as well as the drunk Oni next to you, while Thoma was shaking his head. He did feel pity for you, because the hangover would be gruesome, but on the other hand, he did warn you and you refused to listen to him. It was your own fault...

Deciding that enough was enough, he went over to you, gently patting your back.

"Come on, (Name). It's time to go home now.", he said as he took one of your arms to place it over his shoulder, while his other arms wrapped around your back so he could help you walk better.

You were barely conscious at this point, only unintelligable noises leaving your lips, interrupted by the occaisonal giggle or laughter.

The people made room for the two of you as Thoma helped you to get outside, the fresh air hitting your face and you soon felt like you became a bit more clear in the head again.

Suddenly realizing that you were walking, you looked at the figure next to you through squinted eyes. You didn't recognize much, other than the fact that whoever that was, they were looking rather handsome..

"Heeyy.. you come here often?", you asked, the words managed to come out after a few attempts. The person next to you was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a chuckle from them.

"You could say that, yes.", they answered you, which satisfied you for now. You nodded, walking in silence for a bit, until a new realization hit you.

"Wait.. where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home. You had a bit too much to drink, (Name)."

You only nodded again, letting this strange person walk you back to your home without further resistance. Maybe, if you were more sober, you would have realized the hidden dangers in this if the person next to you would have been anyone else..

As soon as you were through the door of your home and your head hit your soft pillow, your lights went out instantly and you were snoring softly, sleeping like a rock.

With a sigh, but also a fond smile on his lips, Thoma looked at you and shook his head as he made sure to pull the blankets over your body, before he left for now to gather a few herbs and medicine to help your recovery later...

[davidlcki]

BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY

jealousy

i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏

pairing: detective david loki x reader

warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁

summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.

words: 1,313

“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.

“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.

“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.

“he was flirting with you.”

“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”

“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.

“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.

“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.

“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.

“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.

you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.

“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.

“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.

“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.

“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”

“i deserved it.”

a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”

a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.

“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”

“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.

“you’re an idiot, loki.”

[callofloony]

HIIII OMD I LOVE YOUR WRITING (it brings me a world of comfort). I hope your doing well and I'm here to ask if you are willing to do like a father figure price to reader bc the reader is like rlly young. Wait lemme explain. The reader wears a mask bc they know how young they look and on a mission the mask gets ripped off and they all see reader's face (Looks way younger than gaz). Then after that price does subconsciously starts being all fatherly to reader and they just full in melt bc of it. The rest of the 141 can oso join in with fatherly or brotherly love. NOT FORCING OR ANYTHING. Anwy can see I love yapping and if your uncomfy with this I'm not forcing just ignore it<3, that's all (ignore any spelling mistakes I suck ass in grammar) take care. Byeeee!!!<3333

Kid. (Price)

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Tags: MW Reboot Price, fatherly Price, no use of “you” or “y/n” but can be read as self-insert, gender neutral character, use of “they”, fluff, slight mentions of neglect, slight angst, definitely inaccurate military jargon, leg and face injury, slight medical inaccuracies, touch starved reader, reader and price are desperate for love in different ways, idk the word count but it’s long, not proof read forgive me

A/N: (i’m a minor, nsfw and 18+ blogs will be blocked) DUDE THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTTEEE WDYM 😭😭😭 YAH OFC I CAN DO THIS!! Sorry if im responding rlly late im a dummy who forgets?? People actually like my stuff???? and i don’t think tumblr dates when asks r sent LMFAOAOAO. I kinda did something different than what you said but i hope the premise is similar enough! Masked reader who has to remove said mask is always fun <33 I LOVE FATHERLY PRICE!!!

~Writing under the cut~

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They were well aware of what usually happened when their mask was off. “You look so young.” “Are you sure you’re old enough to be here?” And other sentences people had for them. It used to be patronizing, they worked hard to get this far… But now it was just second nature. “I know.” “I’m here for a reason.” Was usually what they responded with. Luckily, that seemed to let up a little once they joined TF141.

They were still teased, but it was for different things this time. Like how Ghost’s style had been copy pasted onto someone new, how the mask made them look like they were trying to be tougher than they were, their aim…

Now it just felt like mates being mates, it was very unserious. They actually enjoyed it since their team weren’t being deliberately mean-spirited or questioning their abilities. Because they deserved to be here, damn it!

Their life hadn’t been great up until their enlistment, it’s part of why they wore the mask. To shield their vulnerability. Partly because the vulnerability made them look even younger, and partly because the mask hid how dearly they craved affection.

Absent parents combined with not connecting well with people their age culminated in often being alone most of their life, and while it was easy to deal with then, it’s a little harder now because of the family they’d been accepted into. Their team.

3 brotherly figures, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap.

Ghost was often the no-nonsense type until he got the chance to crack jokes and take the piss, then it was free game. They didn’t know much about Ghost, but they were close enough with him to lay down each other’s lives for the other if need be, and that was enough.

Gaz was similar in that bullshit was off limits for him unless he had the chance to take the piss, teasing his captain and fellow sergeants frequently, and even finding moments to fuck with Ghost, but even then he was slightly more serious than Ghost was. He didn’t like to crack jokes in serious moments, which is understandable given his previous position. Though, the chaos he had at his side to be unsheathed when needed made up for it.

Then there was Soap, the man, the myth, the legend. He got off to pushing his superiors to their limits and questioning their orders into oblivion, yet being as loyal as a dog when it came to carrying out mission plans. He was the demolition expert with a knack for making bombs from nothing, a stereotypical love for his country, and probably the most obviously empathetic of the three.

They were an odd bunch, but they definitely carried a lot of love for the new addition of their team, giving guidance and advice and even accepting some advice of their own.

Then there was Price. The one who’d brought everyone together. He loved his team with a fierceness only a father could, and damn it, it definitely felt like it.

He always seemed to have an air about him that just told you he was a good protector (I mean… Quite obviously, he was in the military.), but a protector in a different way.

Anytime he interacted with kids during missions, he was great at keeping them safe and calm. He knew how to distract them from the horrors warfare brought, and damn it… Part of them wished they could have that too.

There were moments, the occasional dad joke or a softness in his voice that was undetectable to a normal person. But it was noticeable to them, and every time it was a fight to keep themself from showing just how dearly they needed it.

Often times they just swept it under the rug. He spoke to everyone like that, it was just to keep things calm when everyone was tense and angry. It didn’t mean anything.

Then it all came ahead in this moment.

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“What’s your status?!” Price’s voice was shaky and slightly frantic over the radio, calling out to them after the accident. The mission had gone off the rails, leaving everyone scattered and at least slightly injured. Everyone had regrouped, apart from them.

They were lying against a crate, putting pressure against a wound on their cheek and leg after narrowly avoiding being knifed. Unfortunately, they didn’t dodge the bullet headed towards their leg. The knife had sliced their mask, causing blistering pain and ruining their cover. They huffed, collecting themselves before they responded, sounding angry and hesitant as they adjusted themself.

“Alive, but I can’t walk right. Bullet to the shin. I’m near the Northeastern portion of the warehouse, enemies are scattered everywhere, try to keep quiet.” Price’s heart ached a little at their clearly off tone, they sounded pained, and pissed, and even a little nervous. Who wouldn’t be in their position?

“…Copy, we’ll find you. Try to stop the bleeding.”

That was the last thing Price said before things went dark and they were alone, pulling out some gauze and cotton pads to stuff the wound and try to stop the bleeding for now. It was painful, but it kept them alive.

It’d been about an hour after they were found and 141 was able to complete their objective, hesitantly patching their wounds and assessing each other until they could get proper care. The brunt of the injuries had gone to our masked figure, stubbornly fixing themselves up in the evac. Price wasn’t having it though.

“Get over here, y’can’t stabilize that on yer own…” He moved to approach them, causing them to shoot a slightly stubborn and annoyed gaze before wincing slightly, biting their lip to keep from groaning in pain.

“…’M alright, Cap. I stopped the bleeding, and that’s all we need for now.” They shook their head as they leaned against the wall, causing Price to huff and cross his arms.

“It’s not gonna hold up for the 5 hour trip, gimmie yer leg.” Price spoke a bit more firmly this time, and they could feel the need to be cared for begin to rear it’s ugly head again, so to hide it they continued to argue.

“Captain—“ But they were cut off.

“Kid…” Price didn’t realize what he’d said until it slipped out, and he could immediately see the way their eyes flickered in response. Their breath hitched at the warning, like how a father would speak to his kid…

Finally, after freezing up for a moment they relented. The two were silent as Price worked, but both were freaking out for different reasons. Price had used “son” on Ghost, Soap, and Gaz before, but this felt different, more deliberate, and he didn’t understand why.

Meanwhile, they were still hung up on the fact that Price had called them that in the first place. They noticed it too, like this had been firmer and a little more hesitant then when Price called the others similar things. Like he meant it more, and it was frying their brain.

After about an hour, Price was a little more confident that the wraps would hold up. Now he’d decided to burry those previous feelings for later, up until he noticed the tear and the blood stain in their mask, and a surge of protection returned. He seemed just a little more nervous and worried as he gestured to that specific injury, he’d have to remove the mask to help, and they’d never been seen without it before.

Their eyes flickered up to Price again, still having conflicting emotions over being called kid in such a way, but for some reason… They felt more willing now, and they nodded softly. They just hoped no comments would be made at their complexion.

Price was surprised when they allowed him to reach for them, but he wasn’t going to complain at the trust given, simply nodded softly as he gently pulled away the mask. Oh… That’s why.

They definitely looked young, way too young to be here despite what their multiple legal documents stated. Large eyes, smallish lips, minimal skin blemishes, a small nose, full cheeks… They looked like a fucking teenager. No wonder why Price had been so desperate to protect them.

They noticed his look and averted their gaze, their breath hitching slightly, especially at how much more gently Price was handling them now. Normally they didn’t like being treated as fragile, they were strong and capable. But they’d let it slide this once, they were injured after all.

It took far less time to patch their cheek than their leg, but it probably would’ve taken even less if Price didn’t seem so hesitant. Like he was worried he’d break them more. Why did this feel good? They should be mad at him for treating them like glass! But, they weren’t… And that scared them.

Price eventually pulled back with a soft sigh, quietly moving to sit next to them as they averted their gaze again, looking slightly embarrassed at their behavior. But Price didn’t mind weirdly… And that scared him.

“…Y’Should rest.” His voice was soft, an air of protectiveness lacing his tone, making them want to shiver. This was their captain, they were capable and able to tale care of themselves, they shouldn’t want to be protected by him more.

“…Not tired.” They rushed out their words to keep from melting, and it only made Price huff again before wrapping an arm around them, causing them to jolt slightly before they were pulled against his shoulder.

“That’s an order.” He looked towards Nik with a sigh, trying to judge how much longer the trip would be. Not because he wanted it to be over soon, like he normally did… But because he wanted to relish in this moment for as long as possible. He didn’t understand it.

They hesitated for a moment before they finally leaned into his touch, allowing themselves this moment of peace and sanctuary despite how inappropriate it might look to anyone outside of 141. They justified it as Price just being physically close with his team, which he was. It didn’t mean anything.

Yeah, it meant nothing.

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It’d been a few days since that incident, and they were on bedrest recovering. Everyone’s presence and care was a comfort to them, but Price just being there made them want to melt all the damn time.

They’d felt a bit attached to Price before, but they figured it would fade with time and they’d fall into a pretty standard military relationship. Work, and work only. Now that attachment was growing, and they didn’t know what to do about it.

There was a growing tension between the two, an elephant in the room neither wanted to acknowledge in fear of disrupting the status quo, and it was causing distance. Price used to visit them more frequently than this, but now he was only there with someone else in the room, like he was frightened of himself when they were alone.

He couldn’t take the feeling that made his heart swell, this protective urge he felt every time they looked into their soft eyes. It reminded him of finding stray children who’d lost their parents amidst enemy bullets and bombs, the ones who’d sob and cling to him until they passed out in his arms.

That was probably the hardest part of his job, and now it was following him.

Eventually, he couldn’t avoid visiting on his own any longer after being forced to do so by the rest of his team. They’d known something was up between the two for a while, they just hadn’t said anything.

Their masked comrade sat up with a hesitant look as Price awkwardly approached them for the first time in a while, looking tense, like he was trying to keep himself from shaking. They both were

“…How’re you feelin’?” His voice was soft with that same sense of nervousness and protection he’d had before, quietly scanning them for discomfort. Great, now he wouldn’t be able to be ripped from their side, even if the others tried.

They looked at him with an almost small gaze, making them look even younger, and it made his instincts flare up again. This kid was gonna be the death of him…

“…Feelin’ better.” They didn’t say much else, their fingers twitching as they tried to hide their desire to he held like that again. It’d be inappropriate to initiate and inappropriate to ask for, they didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“…H-Haven’t seen you in a while.” Their voice was a little softer than before as they looked away, making Price’s heart ache again. He wanted to ask them not to look away, to come back to him, but that was unprofessional.

“I’m sorry, it’s been… Hard. We’re still tryin’ to fix that botch job. Been difficult without your help…” The subtle praise didn’t go unnoticed by them, and it caused them to tense up again, their breathing a little shakier than before as they tried not to melt.

“…I’ll be outta bed rest soon, then I can get back to diplomacy at least. Where are we at now?” They looked back, causing a flicker of relief and affection to flow through Price’s body.

“Found our targets next hiding spot, we’re off the moment we get clearance. They’re worried about our performance after how that last round went.” He sounded slightly frustrated even though it hadn’t been his fault, like he blamed himself for letting them be hurt.

“We’re the best of the best, why else would you have gotten funding in the first place?” They smiled softly at him, causing his heart to flutter a little. He smiled back, speaking without thinking.

“…Thank you, sweetheart.” He flinched immediately after, his lip quivering as his eyes widened. Damn it, this is exactly what he’d been afraid of. He watched as they also flinched, frozen in terror as he waited on their response.

But instead of being upset and kicking him out like he expected them to, he was taken aback when they melted instead, full on slumping down with a shaky sigh, looking like they’re about to cry from relief.

It caught him off guard, especially when they looked embarrassed after, covering their face and shaking their head. Their craving was so obvious now, and it made him melt as well.

“…Kid?” His words were soft and hesitant, a comforting gaze as he tested “kid” again, the thing that started this whole mess. He watched as they melted, shaking their head before they finally responded.

“Wish you’d stop sometimes…” They sounded on the verge of breaking down, which immediately made Price’s heart swell as he instinctively reached out again, just like last time.

“…Talk to me.” His gaze and voice were firm, no room for arguing or denying him in the face of this issue. He was tired of avoiding this now, they needed to be on the same page or their relationship would crumble.

They flinched a little as their gaze was pulled to him again, hesitating for a moment as they held back tears before they shook their head, attempting to pull away.

“…S’Embarrassing,” They uttered, the fear of judgement crawling up their skin at how clear their desperation now was. They felt exposed… They should’ve denied him the first time. They weren’t supposed to need love from anyone, let alone their captain.

Price shook his head and gently grabbed them again, gently gesturing for them to come closer. He wanted to provide that love, and he’d be damned if they kept denying themself.

“I know embarrassing, love. Please, talk to me…” His voice was soft and gentle, like how a father would. It broke him that they were so insistent on being strong, even if it was clear they needed someone to put them back together sometimes.

They winced a little at his tone, melting into his touch again as they lost their resistance, shivering just a little. They’d never been so desperate for something before, and it was terrifying. But they couldn’t refuse an order…

“You’re… The closest thing to a father I’ve ever had before, and I don’t know what to do with that.” They spoke with a slight bitterness on their tongue, but not towards Price, towards themself. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Price’s face softened, his concern making them wince again before they continued, shaking their head and keeping their gaze averted.

“…It’s completely unprofessional, and I don’t want to disrupt anything, I just…” They couldn’t continue as Price shook his head, his gaze pained as he pulled them close, making them flinch.

He was hugging them, but it wasn’t like before. This was a real, tight, protective, fatherly hold, like he wanted to cradle them and pull a wool blanket over their eyes, to keep them from the horrors the world had. He’d always been protective of his team, but this was different. This was intense.

“Oh, baby…” This was too much. They were very desperate not to get attached, but now Price was absolutely destroying them. They didn’t realize how badly they’d needed fatherly comfort until now, and it was making the tears in their eyes spill.

“…Y’Mean so much to me, luv. Don’t even realize how much I needed ta’ hear you say that.” In the spirit of making sure they didn’t deny themself the affection they needed, he wasn’t gonna deny himself the ability to provide it. He’d been so scared of losing them if he exposed just how deeply he cared, but now he knew they felt the same, and it was ruining his resolve.

They went limp in his grip as he trembled, their breathing shaky as they hugged back desperately, the craving for love was intense at this point, and they refused to make him let go just yet.

No wonder they’d felt so intensely towards each other, it’d been a combined need for familial connection on top of the nerves of losing one another, and that was devastating to them.

Both of their masks were off now, leaving them vulnerable and susceptible to tears… But they didn’t care, they just needed to indulge in the affection they both feared they wouldn’t get to provide.

“Y-You…” They were cut off as Price shook his head, tightening his grip. He wanted them to rest, to recover in his arms. He needed to know they’d be okay and protected. He would accept nothing less.

“No, baby, no…” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. Maybe that was crossing the line between professional military relationship and fraternizing, but what the hell, lines had been crossed already. No one was there to judge.

They melted again in his arms as they nodded, their breathing beginning to slow as their body finally relaxed. They hadn’t been held like this in so long…

“…Don’ worry, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a kid of my own.” Price had always wanted kids, but now that he was up in age and still in the military, there was a slim chance of him ever getting the chance to do so. They melted again at that statement and melted again, sniffling to try and keep their tears at bay, but they were failing miserably.

Price loved this kid as his own, and he wanted to protect them no matter what.

Slowly in his grip, their eyes begin to flutter shut at the coddling, their breathing beginning to soften as they rested their head on his chest, feeling his hand run through their hair as they shuttered softly, falling into the deepest sleep they ever had before.

Price huffed softly in a laugh, his smile wide but his eyes soft and loving. He sat down and pull them into his lap, closing his eyes and leaning over them to keep them as close as possible.

“…A’ve got ya, kid. Yer mine, ‘n ‘m not lettin’ anyone hurt you again.”

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A/N: I LOST A LITTLE MOTIVATION NEAR THE END BC I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT :(( I HOPE IT’S GOOD FOOD THO! THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK AND FOR THE LOVE <33333 wrote this between classes so forgive me for grammar mistakes

[skippingstonez]

Four my beloved! 😭❤️ Your last post was just what I needed, lol. He's so soft.

Would you consider writing a sort of sequel (or not, doesn't have to be related if you don't want) where there's a mutual confession?? ✨️👀 I wanna see them kiss, major soft vibes fs.

My first time really involving the colors so I hope you guys like it! I'll admit it was odd writing 1 person as 4 different people but I like the way it turned out!

Unexpected Happiness

(Four x Reader) Previous / Chapter 2 Warnings: Mild Injuries and tooth rooting fluff.

Four was quite literally giving himself a headache.

“Oh come on!” Blue complained. “At least let me trip him! He’d never see it coming!”

“For the last time Blue, hurting the Captain isn't gonna help the situation. Please just let it go.” 

They had been going back and forth about this for 2 hours now and Green was over it. Vio had eventually stepped in to shut it down though that only ended up in a yelling match between the two. Honestly if it hadn't been for Green, Blue likely would have pummeled the Captain and Vio.

“How am I supposed to just let this go!? That fucking Captain made them cry and were supposed to just ignore that!?”

“Blue this isn't about him!” Red practically begged, his voice still hoarse from crying earlier. “(Y/n) needs us right now. We should be focused on helping them right now, not making Wars feel worse than he already does.”

When Blue didn't respond Four felt like he could finally breathe again. The ache in his heart was still heavy as he looked to his right where Time was carrying you on his back, head resting on the oldest’s shoulder with your eyes closed and eyebrows pinched together. The rest of your body was limp, one arm barely even hanging onto Time with the other dangling uselessly.

Choking on the lump forming in his throat he barely reached out his hand, finger brushing against yours that twitched at the contact.

“Red, you're going to wake them up” Vio warned lightly. Watching intently for any indication that you were now awake.

“Sorry… I just..I wanted to check..”

None of the others would admit that they had all wanted to do the same thing. Finding you on the cave floor had rattled him. The way you had just laid there, unmoving and covered in blood. Breath far too shallow and pulse too faint. He thought he had lost you. 

Seeing you rest in such a similar way made him anxious, fingers twitching to confirm and reconfirm that you were stable now. Head injuries were tricky business with potentially long lasting issues if not treated properly. The potion he had given you seemed to help but it was nearly important to tell if it would be enough, especially while you were asleep and unable to tell anyone if it got worse.

Maaaaaybe he should have let Wars check you out before they got going. 

Four sighs, rubbing at his temples a bit too harshly. Reminding himself that you were strong. If you could pull through earlier, surely it would be alright. You were just resting. Rest was important.

“You alright there Smithy?”  Wild asks, strolling up between him and Time so you're no longer in his immediate field of vision. “Headache?

“Yeah, just a small one. Not a big deal.” He said as Wild pulled out his slate, swiping through it before a few candies appeared in his hand. 

“Would these help?”

It wouldn't. But Four never passed up Wild's honey candies. Plus it could be a good way to distract himself from his worries. Plucking one into his mouth, its thick sweetness coated the inside of his mouth as he let the sugar dissolve on his tongue. The strong honey flavor was soothing and though the pain in his head remained, it did feel a bit more relaxed.

“Looks like there's a good spot up ahead. Let's go ahead and call it a day, get some proper rest tonight.” Time calls out, trying not to be too loud lest he wakes you up. 

Chores were distributed out quickly, each person setting out to do their various tasks to help set up and get ready for the evening in their own way. Somehow, Four was lucky enough to be given maintenance, his favorite task for obvious reasons but today it left a sour taste in his mouth.

“Probably just trying to butter us up so we don't yell at him again, the coward.” Blue mumbled, taking out the various polishes and tools he would need for sharpening. Starting with the rancher’s things he got to work. Taking a few extra minutes to polish the hookshot he had borrowed earlier.

“So what if he is? Honestly it's better than having to go track down firewood or get stuck with dinner cleanup.” Vio countered, moving on to Time’s shield.

“Plus, now we have an excuse to stay close by right?” Green offers, eyeing where Time is helping set you in your bedroll nearby. You had woken up a bit while they had started setting up, but from your groggy mumbling you weren't exactly coherent.  

“Can we go check on them soon?” Red asks in the same sort of tone you would expect a child to ask to stay up 5 minutes longer before bedtime. “I really wanna make sure they're okay.”

“I'm sure their fine Red, we should let them be and get this stuff done.” 

“We do need to go get her stuff. I noticed their shield had a nasty dent in it earlier from the…fall.”

It was a weak excuse but otherwise they wouldn't get an opportunity until after dinner. So he quickly gathered up what he had already finished, distributing the various items back to their owners before making his way over

“Here,” He had approached Time first, handing back his shield and trying not to seem like too much of a mother cuckoo as he knelt down beside where you were curled up on your side. “How are they doing?”

“They seem fine for now but we’ll want to keep a close eye on them through the night. So whoever is on watch should check on them every now and then.” Time explained, running a gentle hand over your head as you curled up onto your side. Face still scrunched like you were in pain. “Actually, since you're here would you mind staying with them for a bit?”

“Y-yeah! Sure, let me just go grab the rest of the stuff I'm working on.!” He said a bit too quickly, dashing off the gather the miscellaneous items still left. He placed them down nearby, taking Times place beside you as the older hero gives him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking off, leaving the two of you alone. 

Waiting till no one else was around, Red reaches out for you, carding a hand through your hair, brushing your face, everything he can get away with without disturbing you. No one stops him, taking the opportunity to calm their own anxieties by checking you from head to toe.

Blue was surprisingly quiet. Eventually pulling the other back to get back to work on the chore at hand. Picking up Wind's sword and beginning to sharpen it.

“Do you think they'll wake up soon?” He asked. His voice much more subdued than earlier. Like he was asking out loud and not just in his own shared head.

“It's hard to say…. “ Green replies.

His hands fall still, the sailors sword laying across his lap like a foreign object. Tears prick at his eyes, the weight of it all feeling heavy on his shoulders as he tried to keep it together. 

“I…I really hope they do..” Blue mumbled, sniffling back the tears. 

Hope is all they can do right now. Hope for your recovery, and hope the others don't notice the tears sliding down his face.

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You jolt awake, sitting up so quickly that it felt like your brain slammed against the front of your skull. Suppressing the whimper built up in your throat you pull your legs up, leaning over to rest your forehead on your knees, breathing through the pain. Fingers brush your shoulder, Fours soothing presence hovering around you that had you melting into his side without hesitation.

“You okay?”  His arm wraps around you, coaxing you to lean further into him. You aren't even sure if you actually respond or not, too focused on trying to get your head to stop piercing your skull. Regardless, Four must have understood your plight as he lays you back down, your head resting back onto a flimsy pillow as fingers comb through your hair. “Alright, just take it easy. I’ve got something that can help. I’ll be right back okay?”

Not wanting to nod your head, you shoot him a shaky thumbs up instead. Hearing him scurry off somewhere you try to get your head on straight enough to think properly but the pain seems to be all you can focus on. It almost makes you wish you were back in that damn cave. Sure you were in pain then as well but not like this. Though that was probably only due to the adrenaline and existential dread that just suppressed it all.

Minutes passed and Four still hadn't come back. You can hear him nearby if you listen carefully enough but there is no way to decipher what he's doing or how much longer it'll take.

“Four?” Calling out weakly to him in hopes he comes back sooner. There isn't a response but you can definitely hear his footsteps rushing back over to you.

“Sorry, sorry it took me a bit to figure out where Wild stashed it in the slate.” He explains like you know exactly what he's talking about. “Sit up for me? This should help with the headache.”

Grumbling out a ‘sure’ he helps you sit up, slowly this time before a warm mug is pushed into your hands.

“I let it cool a bit but it might still be hot.” He warns, as you bring it to your lips. Taking a cautionary sip to check it's temperature before taking a full gulp. The taste of peppermint is strong, but there is an underlying almost fruity flavor  to it that you can't name but it's delicious regardless. You take another big gulp as your head dulls into a fuzzy sort of feeling.

“Two saves in one day,” you whisper, placing the cup down beside you. “Either I'm more of a disaster than I realized or you take your job as a hero very seriously.”

The world around you becomes a bit clearer. Blaring ringing dying into crickets chirping in the distance while bleary shapes of your seemingly sleeping compartment come into focus in the fire light.

“How late is it?” You ask with a small yawn tagged onto the end.

“Not very. I offered to take first watch and everyone only really settled down a little bit ago.” Four said, moving till he was sat on your left. His shoulder brushing against yours comfortably. “Are you feeling better?”

You actually nod your head this time, giving him a warm smile. “Yeah I'm okay. Thank you- again.”

“No problem. I get headaches a lot and potions never seem to help. Someone back home made this tea blend for me and it's been a life saver ever since. I'm glad it seemed to work for you too.”

A comfortable silence fell over you. The tingle of peppermint still in your tongue as you slowly lean over and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” You ask, a bit unsure even though it was just a few hours ago you had your face buried into his chest.

“Y-yeah” His arm snakes around you, landing on your waist to pull you a bit closer. Your heart beats a bit faster at the contact, the conversation from earlier playing in your mind, tinting your cheeks pink.

Tilting your head you glimpse up at his face. Crimson eyes that burn as bright as the fire catch your gaze, offering an awkward smile.

“Can I ask you something?”

A silent nod, eyes glued to yours that now gleamed with curiosity.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“About the Minish?” He clarifies, tilting his head like he often does when he's confused. Something so small that you found so charming about him.

“No, well, sorta I guess, but after that…” you stammered. Nerves beginning to get the better of you. Or maybe it was the concussion.

“...Do I really make you happy?”

Even is the dim light of the fire you could see his face turn red spreading up to his ears that were that drooped a bit in embarrassment. His fingers twitching nervously over your waist as he holds your gaze.

“I meant every word.” His voice is soft and the butterflies in your stomach are threatening to spill out. You sit up straighter, unable to restrain the goofy smile on your lips.

“Really?”

“I wouldn't lie to you (Y/n).” Green swirled into his eyes, clashing against the red like a raging forrest fire. “Just being around you makes my day. But seeing you happy feels like a gift from Hylia herself.” 

His hand comes up to cup your cheeks. Thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as his eyes stare longingly at your lips.

“I’ve missed seeing you happy.”

Four leans in, his face hovering an inch in front of yours as he waits to see how you'll respond. Still grinning like an idiot you lean in as well, pressing your lips against his for a long moment till you pulled back. The tip of your nose brushing his as you both let out a small, relieved chuckle. He pulls you back in, lips moving against yours like it was second nature. His hand sliding from your face into your hair that holds you in place untill his lungs scream at him for air.

You're both panting lightly, holding onto each other lightly as you lean away. 

“I think I understand what you meant now. About finding your own happiness.”

Four chuckles, pulling you closer till you are pressed against his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And it's right here in front of me.”

Lips meld together once more. Knowing that whatever tomorrow brings, Four will be there to help you through it. And if something small catches the corner of your eye, well, maybe you're lucky is finally about to change after all.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiii, this is my first time requesting a Miguel fic😭😭😭 nervous

so like hurt/comfort where spider-woman reader was a mother and losing her child (preferably a daughter) was one of her cannon events.

Shes watching old videos on her phone/laptop where her kids kind of like, standing on her feet and they're dancing together to my love mine all mine by mistki (her new album destroyed me) and Miguel walks in and just watches.

Miguel gets caught staring at the videos but instead of telling him to leave she asks him to stay because she knows hes been through something similar. They're just watching old videos of her kid and then they eventually move onto talking about Gabi too.

im a sucker for friends/coworkers to lovers so maybe add a little lovey dovey smut at the end if you want <333

rlly sorry if this is a bit much i just had to get this out of my smooth little brain😭😭😭

hii!! AAA I love it!! but really sorry, no smut in this one :(( I had too many ideas but I had a total brain fart writing this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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OF THE PAST

miguel o’hara x spider-woman!reader

word count: 550

warnings: mentions of death, grief etc

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Grief and loss aren't uncommon emotions for a Spider-Person. They were feelings all Spiders experienced at one point- all of you connected by a singular canonical death. 

For many others, their event was the death of Uncle Ben, but not you. Yours was your daughter- your little love who 'mistakenly' got caught in the crossfire.

Not many Spiders could resonate with the grief of losing a child, nor could one imagine the weight of it. It's a feeling that can truly be understood by those who have experienced the same thing, by someone who had also lost a child. 

There was only one who could comprehend your grief, Miguel.

You'd often find yourself rewatching old family tapes of you and your daughter, replaying the clips over and over as if the memories weren't painful enough. 

You'd essentially watch your life back, looking over videos and pictures of you and your little girl- times when you baked cupcakes, or had secret picnics in the backyard. Beautiful moments where you danced in the living room, her tiny feet balanced on yours as you held her hands, spinning her around to the music. 

When you watched it back, you couldn't recognise yourself. The woman in the videos isn't here anymore. She was long gone, and you missed her. 

-

You were still at HQ, not wanting to return to an empty home, so you stayed, sitting in the vacant cafeteria as you stared aimlessly at your phone, honing in on the tiny writing at the top of the screen, '1 year ago today.'

"You can sit down," you whisper to the presence behind -Miguel- who has been lurking for the past few minutes.

"What gave it away?" he quietly asks, pulling out a chair next to you.

"Your heart," you sadly smile at him and turn your focus back to your phone. 

The subject of child loss is always incredibly tricky, never knowing what to say or constantly worrying if you said the wrong thing. It's hard to gauge what does more harm to the parent, and though Miguel is dealing with a similar situation, he still found himself at a loss. 

"I do that too," he finally speaks, nodding to your hand. "It feels good for a bit, then it just..." 

"Hurts some more," you finish his sentence, weakly chuckling.

"Yeah," he nods, twisting around in his chair to face you. "Can I see?"

You hum, lightly nodding as you press her photo album, turning it so Miguel could see. 

You swipe through with tears prickled in your eyes, looming in the water line as you smile at the screen. 

"This one," you speak up, clearing your throat. "She— uh, she got into my makeup bag," you laugh, recalling the memory. "And she— erm, she stained her face for a few days. Looked like a panda for a while."

Miguel chuckles, fully immersed in your story. "Gabi did that, too. But she," his smile widens, shaking his head. "Found high heels and dresses." 

"Mine too," you snicker, showing him the picture of your daughter playing adult dress up. 

You both stay like that for a while, sharing stories and memories of your daughters, recalling comical events to lighten the atmosphere. The pair of you telling tales in a way that connects you.

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artwork by shuploc

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[97linelover]

if you do requests, can you write angst for hoshi next please? something similar to cheol and seokmin's but with even more hurt 😭😭😭

it´s always the quarterback - Kwan Soonyoung

18+ / mdi

summary: the quarterback and the nerd, how cliché- well not every cliché story has their happy end. The Story between you and Soonyoung started out like in the movies, but what if he betrays you?

content: Quarterback Hoshi x reader, fight, crying, angst, no happy end, highschool au

wc: 4.1 k

a/n: I first started out with Gyu in this Story but then I had this request and thought this would be amazing.

You strolled next to Jia with your black backpack on your arm rummaging through it. "I left my notes in my locker, don't wait up for me" you said with an apologetic smile.

"Alright we're gonna meet up at Chans place later remember, you need to help me with my dress" you just nodded while walking towards your locker.

Lee Jia, Highschool sweetheart, popular and beautiful. Next to her you always felt like a loser, even though she never gave you the feeling. At least you thought so. Jia was deeply in love with Kwon Soonyoung, the popular boy in this school, quarterback and class president.

Kwon Soonyoung was the typical Highschool sweetheart, his looks were a bonus. He was so kind, even the teachers were obsessed with him.

You would never tell her about your crush on him, after all Lee Jia would get him, because after all, she get's everything she wants"

"Y/N you're coming tonight right?" Jeonghan asked followed by Mingyu, cheol and Soonyoung.

"Yes I'll accompany Jia, so I'll see you guys later" Hoshi looked at you, his deep brown eyes focused on you "see you" he smiled softly at you and you nodded, feeling yourself blush.

Kwan Soonyoung was to good to be yours.

And now hours later you found yourself dressed in a red tight dress next to Jia, with a red plastic cup in your hand filled with some cocktail that was nearly empty "did you see Soo? He looks so freaking hot I can't believe he's real, I swear if i'm not gonna end with him I'll freak out" Jia was fanning herself some air and you giggled "maybe tonight you both will get together, you look so good in this dress" you said honestly.

"Would be a shame if not, I'm gonna look for him" She excused herself and you walked towards the kitchen, you rummaged through the cabinet "what are you doing?" a voice interrupted you. You quickly turned around "Soonyoung" your voice sounded shocked "hi Y/N" he said smiling.

"I was just looking for more drinks, anything but beer" you blushed "oh I can mix you something?" He rather asked and you blushed even more "oh I don't wanna bother you"

He laughed "I could use some neutral company" he grabbed a fresh cup and went to a different cabinet "neutral?"

"All the girls are swarming me, they basically press their tits into my face, they are annoying as hell" you covered your mouth giggling "but isn't it kind of nice?"

"It would be, if they would not act so desperate and like sluts, they all act like they want me right now but they hop on another dick every night" you gasped at the words he chose.

"Jia is also looking for you" you nibbled on your lip "I don't care one bit about her Y/N" he gave you the cup "wanna go outside?" He raised his eyebrows and you took a sip of your cup "why not, lead the way!" you giggled and he took your hand pulling you behind him.

All the girls looked at you like you just won the jackpot. And your heart sure felt like it, you both sat down at the bench "aren't you sick of how Jia treats you?" He asked after a while "huh?" "She always talks so low of you, she treats you bad Y/N"

You shook your head "she is a good human Soonyoung, she can be a handful but she is always there for me" you smiled taking another sip. You and Jia have been friends forever, you were sure she was loyal.

"Just be careful around her" he looked up at the sky. You watched him carefully "you seem stressed" you noticed and he shrugged "finals are coming up and some potential sponsorship will be coming next week, I'm trying to get one" he sighed "you are good Soo, I saw you play and I noticed that you're the perfect Quarterback, you always look out for the team" he looked at you "you think so?" he smiled weakly and you nodded "you are really one of a kind when you are on the field. I believe in you" you pecked his cheek and got up "I think I'm gonna go home" you blushed when you realized what you just did.

He quickly got up "I'll walk you, its late" you shrugged it off "ah no don't bother, I'll look for Jia and then head home it's not that far"

"I'll wait outside for you" was the only thing he said and you walked inside, you looked around for Jia "Y/N!" you turned around "Jia!!" she carried a bottle of Vodka with her and a Boy from the Baseball team was clinging on to her "I'm heading home" you said while looking at the guy "I'll take care of her" Jia giggled "you're going home alone? No boy ? like always?" you furrowed your eyebrows "bye Jia" you walked out of the door heading towards the street.

Was Soonyoung right?

Jia loves attention, she would do everything for it.

"Hey I told you I'll walk you" Soonyoung joined you and you smiled softly "sorry, I forgot".

You felt the cold air blowing through your hair and you began to shiver, some raindrops were falling on to your skin "run" he said laughing and he took your hand. Running in the pouring rain with your long time crush was not what you had planned.

"here we are" you said breathless infront of your apartment complex "Thanks for the talk tonight Y/N! You are pretty amazing" he said honestly and you smiled "do you maybe wanna come upstairs until the rain will settle? I could put your clothes into the dryer" you nibbled on your lip.

"I would like that" he smiled and you opened the door walking up to the 4th floor, you took your shoes off walking inside "I'll grab some clothes for you", he watched you walking towards your bedroom, your ass was swaying from side to side, looking perfect in this dress you were wearing.

He groaned because his obsession with you was unbearable, for months he was watching you from afar, whenever you approached him with Jia he could only look at you. His little crush turned into something huge and now he wants you.

Soonyoung does not want to scare you, he wants you to know that he wants to take you out, that he wants to learn little facts about you.

But he was also fucking horny for you.

"You can also sleep here, I don't think the rain will settle, you can use the shower" he was brought back to reality by your soft voice and how you looked at him with your big eyes "thanks a lot Y/N " was the only thing he could say.

And he rushed past you, he closed the bathroom door behind him and took a deep breath, your bathroom looked cute, exactly how he imagined, some pink decor bits were all over the bathroom , and a fluffy bath rug was laying in front of the shower.

He quickly showered and got out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy pink towel, "Y/N, I forgot my clothes I'll come out now" you did not hear him because you were listening to some music, you were only in your underwear dancing around taking your make up off, your hair was in a messy bun and you did not hear the door open.

With some steps backwards you slipped your slippers on twirled around to grab your robe, you let out a scream when you looked at Soonyoung's amused face "keep going" he chuckled and you quickly wrapped the robe around you "gosh you scared me" he chuckled and you noticed something dark in his gaze, something filled with lust.

You felt the heat pooling in your stomach and you tried your best not to look at his chest "you can look you know" he walked in front of you lifting your chin softly "because I sure did enjoy looking at you" his breath hit your face and your Hands fell on his toned chest "I can't" your voice was weak "why not, mh?" you sighed "I will touch you when I look at you, and then I want more, because Soo, you look fucking hot" he chuckled darkly at that "Then touch me, because I'm graving your touch and I am graving to touch you"

Your breath shuttered at his words "fuck it" was all he said and then he kissed you.

And this kiss knocked all the air out of your lungs, you both wasted no time, he guided you towards the bed and kissed along your stomach. He took your underwear off and and you threw the towel to the side.

He was big. And fucking beautiful.

And when you woke up the next morning, cuddled to his chest you felt blissful, the night was breathtaking, he took you over the edge more than 3 times. He was stirring slightly and you quietly tried to get up "more cuddles" he whispered groggily and you giggled pecking his nose "gonna use the bathroom real quick" he pouted at that and you rushed to the bathroom, you quickly peed and brushed your teeth and then climbed back into the bed.

He wasted no time pulling you close kissing your head "still sleepy?" you stroke his chest and he yawned "no but really cozy" your heart fluttered at that "Kwan Soonyoung is cozy in my bed?" he chuckled and nodded "really cozy baby" he pulled your face towards him and kissed you softly.

"Do you wanna stay here? I can make us breakfast" you whispered against his lip and he pulled you on his lap "I need to go home. I have training later but tonight I could come back" you nodded "I will cook something" you slowly grinded your hips "you're a little minx" he groaned when you let yourself sink down on him.

And when Monday came you were walking inside school with the biggest smile "Y/N DID YOU HEAR?" Jia walked towards you "huh?" you raised your eyebrows "Soo went home with someone after the party on friday and he told his mates that they spend the entire weekend together" she was furious and you gulped.

"But isn't he allowed to hook up?" you were confused and she gasped "NO! He's mine Y/N, you know that I am the best for him, we are meant to be together" she flicked her hair "no one is as good as me for him"

You wanted to scream at her that she is delusional, that's she's crazy claiming someone.

"you're right" you forced a smile and you saw her eyes widen and you saw Soonyoung with his friends. "I'll ask him out" Jia said confident and you gasped "you don't know if he's seeing someone, not that you get a heartbreak"

She laughed "I am not you, people want me" and with that you scoffed "I need to go to my class" you did not waste any time an rushed out of the main building.

And after some Minutes you got pulled in to the empty class room, you looked right at Soonyoung "Hey baby" he kissed you softly and your eyes fluttered shut "Soo that's risky" you giggled and threw your arms around his neck "I missed you this morning, I still smell the traces you left on my pillowcase, your scent is addictive " he whispered and kissed your neck "You can come over tonight" you suggested and he nodded "sounds good, I'll bring food after practice" he kissed you again "I need to go Soo" You whispered "I know" he kissed you one last time.

The entire week you sneaked around in school because you did not want Jia to know, you both wanted to test the waters first. You knew Jia would freak out and she would try to destroy everything going on between the two of you. 

And when finals came around you and Soonyoung did not see each other that much, you both were busy with studying and applying for scholarships. Life was crazy at the moment and you were happy that Soonyoung was by your side. You told Soonyoung that you want to make it official that you do not care about Jia anymore because Jia showed you how low she thinks of you.

She made fun of you all the time, and you came to realize that.

Soonyoung told you not to worry,that he needed to arrange some things first and kissed you softly,he tried to cut off the topic as soon as possible, he seemed off the entire time. You did not think about it at first, but now sitting next to Injured Cheol with Jia wearing Soonyoung's Jersey it made you feel weird. You wanted to surprise him between the exhausting time, but when you asked for a Jersey he told you that the only one he had was gone.

Jia had it.

You cheered for him the entire time and you saw the People from the Sponsorship writing down his name and your heart filled with pride, your Boyfriend was the star of the game. The Captain of the Korean National team even showed up. "Can you believe it?" Jia asked happily and you looked at her confused "what do you mean?" "that Soonyoung actually agreed on going out with me, we went out yesterday"

Your heart fell to the floor "you did what?" your voice became quiet "are you deaf Y/N? we had a date dummy" she giggled "and happened something?" you fiddled around with your hands feeling sick all of the sudden.

"what do you think? Of course, we fucked inside his car after he took me out to an Italian restaurant" she smirked "and hes a maniac" she said dreamily and you felt the tears stinging your eyes.

This felt like the most cruel Joke ever.

"Jia shut the fuck up, why are you spreading those dumb things" Cheol said, he was one of the few people that knew about you and him "If you don't believe me, I don't care, I know his little birthmark down there, I know the love bite another girl left on his thigh near there, it seemed pretty fresh, and I saw those marks on his back. Well I replaced them with new ones"

you gulped because you were the girl that left it there three days ago, how was she supposed to know if she did not see him naked.

How was she supposed to know if they did not hook up?

"Excuse me, I need to get out of here" you whispered and got up looking down the field one more time just to see Soonyoung running until he hit the score everyone cheered because Kwan Soonyoung once again brought the win home. Everyone cheered while you were crying.

You hurried down the hall sobbing, feeling like your heart broke into a thousand pieces.

Soonyoung saw you, he saw you leaving, and he saw the tears on your cheek.

But he just watched you.

He watched the girl he loved leave, and he knew his heart left with you.

And when you got a call from Jia three days later you groaned "Hi Jia" you switched through the different tv channels "He asked me" she squealed "what?" "he asked me to be his prom date" you choked out a sob not believing what she just said"that's amazing, but I am really busy right now.. I wish you two only the best" you whispered and ended the call. You could not listen to her, how she now has the boy she always wanted while you were the one whose heart got crushed.

You dialed his number and tried your best to muffle the sound of your sobs "Y/N? Is everything alright?" his sleepy voice asked with concern in it "Why did you break my heart like that? Tell me it was a lie, just a stupid lie" you whispered and you could hear him gulp "Y/N listen," "no it's alright, we were never official, I get it. it was a quick flirt for you, It's always Jia I just wanted you to know that the time we had was real to me but I rather not talk to you or Jia again. I still can't get you out of my mind, even though I'm probably long gone from yours. Have a wonderful life" you hovered over the end button "two days after the ball are the sectionals, I would love to see you there" he whispered "you don't deserve me there, no thank you" was the only thing you could say and end the call.

You dragged yourself into school everyday and your only motivation was that you knew after that you will move, you will start working with a law firm in Seoul. The night of the school dance you were dressed in the most stunning emerald dress you've seen

Soonyoung told you to wear more green and you chose that dress because of him, but right now you felt like ripping it off your skin. Wonwoo would be your date tonight because he told you he does not want you to miss the important night, he told you to give a fuck about them and you really tried.

You ignored him when he entered the Room with her on his arm, and when he walked towards his friend group where you were now a part of.

"Hi guys" he smiled and you heart squeezed at his smile "yáll have drinks?" he asked while looking at you "oh Y/N I'll get you one" Soonyoung sometimes forgot that he was not yours anymore, that he had no right to pamper you anymore. "I'm grown up, I can get my own Drink" you said with a cold voice and he gulped watching you walk away "I think this between you two will never be the same" cheol said towards his friend. "I know that" he muttered "But you can get me a drink Soonie" Jia clawed to his arm and he just nodded..

You were standing at the wall with the cocktail in your hand watching the two dance together, her head was laying on his chest, and he swayed from side to side, Jia once again won.

"and now for prom queen and prom king" the director said into the microphone, all the pairs got called up on to the stage "Prom Queen of the night is...LEE JIA" she squealed and jumped on to Soonyoung.

They gave her the crown and Soonyoun clapped but he did not smile once "And prom king is... Kwan Soonyoung" the people cheered for them and you felt the tears running down your face again. they both posed for a picture and Jia kissed him softly, this was the last straw and you sobbed into your palm "hey shh" Wonwoo hugged you tight and you could only cling on to him.

Why does it hurt so much?

"It hurts so bad" he stroke your back "let me bring you home" he whispered and you nodded looking down while he guided you outside. "poor crybaby Y/N" Jia said into the Microphone and your head shot up looking at the stage with blood shot eyes.

"oh are you crying because Soonyoung chose me?" you felt all the color leaving your skin "ladies and gentleman, my best friend fucked my crush, the man I loved for years" everyone gasped and you felt your legs buckle "Jia" Soonyoung whispered "no its true Soonie, she knew about my love to you and she still went behind my back" she scoffed "cheap hoe never had a chance in the end, after all I'm expecting your baby" you heard gasps from all around you. And you felt numb, and when Soonyoung looked at you he saw an emotion he never thought he will see in your eyes.

You hated him.

He made her pregnant, he really chose her over you.

"bring me home please" you pleaded and Wonwoo guided you outside, you were crying all the way to the cab when you heard his voice "Y/N wait please, that's never" you interrupted him "I dont wanna hear anything, I look at you and I feel miserable , Soonyoung this situation was the worst thing that could've happened. I don't know with what I deserved your sick game but I don't wanna be a part of it anymore. Not once I gave you a reason to treat me like that, I gave you my heart, I fucking despise you." you wiped your tears away.

"you chose her, after you told me to cut her off, ironic isn't it" you opened the cab door "from now on I will forget that we ever existed, you can never earn back my trust" with that you drove away while wonwoo tried his best to calm you down.

In school you ignored both of them, not that they tried to reach you, but you just acted like they are not there.

It was now the sectionals and you knew that Soonyoung would get a scholarship after today, he had to. You watched the entire game from the last bleacher praying for him to win this match, and he did. You smiled while watching some of the coached approaching him and then you left. You left this school and you would leave Soonyoung behind.

And while you left, Soonyoung was talking to Mr.Ko "Soonyoung, you are incredible, your girlfriend was definitely right about you" he furrowed his eyebrows "girlfriend?" mr ko laughed "Y/N, she got into contact with me praising you like no other, she's pretty stubborn until she gets what she wants, but she was right you are one of a kind, keep this woman close she has so much admiration for you something you won't get that easy again" he smiled at him and Soonyoung nodded "she is really one of a kind"

"So Soonyoung do you wanna play for the Seoul football team?".

-

After the 10th time Soonyoung did not try to call you anymore, you were packing your bag when a knock was on your door "coming" you opened the door "Soonyoung" you gasped "I know you don't wanna see me, but fuck I am not dating Jia, if she's pregnant then not from me, we never had sex! I did this for you and i know this was the wrong way but everything I did, I did it for you" he was sobbing by now and you did not know how to react "Mr Ko told me what you did and fuck I miss you so much, I loved you more than you knew. I just wanted to save your reputation" he whispered.

"I love you, and I am sorry" he walked down the hall "do you want a drink and explain?" you whispered and he looked at you nodding "I would love that" he followed you inside and you went inside the kitchen "do you want water?" you asked with unreadable emotions.

"yeah..um water is fine" he sat down at the kitchen chair and you watched him "care to explain what you meant?" you took a sip and he sighed "Jia came to me, she pulled me aside and she told me to date her, I scoffed at that because I dont even want her.. but she pulled out her phone showing me nudes of you, she told me she knew what was going on between me and you and that she wont give you, me... she told me that she will leak all of them if I stay with you, and fuck I did this because I wanted to protect you, I wanted to keep you out of this just because she is obsessed with me" he wiped his snotty nose "I told her some stuff to make this believable, like the love bite" you tried to blink the tears away "In the end I should've told you I know but I could not"

You starred at your hands "thank you for telling me" you whispered "but I think the worst part is that I don't even feel relieved, you broke my heart into a million pieces and I dont think you could fix it by now, she humilated me in front of the entire school... you turned my world around and crushed it" you heard Soonyoung sob once again and you turned around.

"I want us Y/N, I want us to work" he whispered and you took your cup "I wont be here tomorrow, you can never earn back my trusty" you felt the tears running down your cheek "what?" he got up "I got the scholarship in seoul" you smiled through the tears "and I dont think I'm worth a long distance" you could see how he was processing what you just said and he laughed out "don't shit me" but then he saw your packed things "so this is over?" he took your face into his hands "it was over when you decided to break us apart" you whispered and he nodded "I am so sorry. I love you I really do".

"I love you too, but I can't love you anymore, I don't want to" you whispered "no love is worth this pain, maybe in the future if our paths cross again we can be friends again" with that you ended this chapter of your life.

[sieglinde-freud]

What do you think Awakening Trio’s spouses call them once they’re back in Ylisse?

hi anon!! thank you so much for the ask 🩷 thats a good question… honestly i think it depends both on which member of the awakening trio it is and also who their spouse is? under cut because i ended up writing a LOT sorry 😭

normally when i think about post-fates awakening trio, im thinking about my preferred pairings for all of them (lucisev, lasnyx, azuodin) and so for all of those i generally tend towards their original names? i think that inigo, sentimental as he is, would prefer his original name regardless of spouse, honestly. whether or not that’s nyx doesn’t exactly change that for me, when i really think about it. maybe if he stayed in nohr, like with xander (when it comes to xanlow im not sure if i prefer them staying or leaving? both sexy… both sad…) he might just suck it up but i think he prefers inigo.

for owain, though, i think it depends! for him with azura specifically, i think they would go with calling him owain, because 1) i think he realizes that azura needs space from everything in nohrshido and a ylissean name as opposed to a nohrian one is already a huge help with that and 2) its HIS name and he holds a lot of value in that! but on that second point, the weird thing about owain is that hes actually… super down with changing his name. its odd at first, but unlike someone like laslow who’s kind of in this feeling of limbo with the identity change, odin kinda jumps at it and uses the change in name to help more strictly define his persona as the “legendary hero of darkness” aching blood and twitching hands thing he’s got going on. not only that, but wheras owain’s identity is already cemented in being the second (or third if lucina has a sibling. yikes!) prince of ylisse who’s pushed to the side in favor of his “better” or “stronger” family members, odin gets to choose what and who he is. and so, i think owain is really just. it depends, because even with all that said, owain is still the name he got from his mom, and it’s the name that saw him through hell and back! i think if he were like with niles or beruka, he’d take owain. if he were with like, charlotte or elise, he’d take odin. i think his relationships and how they come about would definitely influence his pick.

for severa… well, like i said, my favorite pick for her is lucina (oohhh u wanna pine for your lost love while in another world soooo bad ooohhhhh) and so, when she comes back, because lucina has known severa forever, i think she just goes with that. HOWEVER. if she brings back a nohrshido spouse… i think she’d like to stick with selena. she’s in a very similar spot that owain was in in terms of using the name change as a new identity, but unlike owain, she just… goes for it. no reservations, no errors, she dumps severa behind and immediately falls into her role as selena and i think she’s much happier for it. i think for her, severa was too much trapped in the shadow of her past and her mother, so once she’s given the opportunity to become selena, that all just kinda… falls away. not that it doesn’t affect her anymore—it does! in her supports with like, subaki, for example, her mother and her insecurities are still there. and her supports with odin show she does still long for her home, but i also think that she’s a lot better at realizing that, despite everything, you can’t actually go back to the past and fix how fucked up the three of them are, and being stuck in that grief isn’t worth much to her! so she accepts selena and everything that comes with that identity. and once she’s in ylisse again, just because she’s home, it doesn’t mean she’s going back. now that she’s experienced what it’s like to be able to step out of everything that’s restricted her for so long, like her name that attaches her too much to her mom, i think she wouldn’t mind keeping selena. in private, and especially if her spouse is like, lucina or inigo or owain or noire or laurent, maybe she wouldn’t mind hearing severa every now and then. but publically (and probably legally. #paperwork) she’s selena for the rest of time. also i do hc that even if her spouse is ylissean, she just kinda falls back into mercenary work, so. professionally also, she’s def known as selena. she said FUCK that old name im not going back. cordelia calls her severa though.

[skyborneveggie]

for the character ask game, I'll do a death note one: How about Matsuda..? :)

Matsuda!!! My favorite little guy! I really loved your recent post on him, & it got me thinking about other ways that he and Light are similar... but those thoughts are still percolating...

First Impression: Honestly, for the life of me I cannot remember what I thought of any characters except the two mains. My first experience with Death Note was by watching the anime around 2011-12, and at the time I was underwhelmed & uninvested 🫣.

What I can remember, is that a few years ago I watched some kind of DN analysis video on a whim & the youtuber mentioned how fitting if was for Matsuda to be the one to shoot Light in the end. And my reaction was: who??? I had forgotten everything about him 🫣🫣🫣

Impression Now: Matsuda is best boy who I like to woobify in my head.

Regarding Matsuda's role in the story, I somewhat get the impression that he is supposed to be either an audience surrogate or an author surrogate. Almost everyone else in the story is either all for Kira or all against Kira, with Matsuda being the only named character (at least iirc) that can openly balance the duality of sympathizing with him while simultaneously believing he is a bad person.

(An alternative possibility is that he is supposed to be insurance against edgelords saying "Light is Right Actually," and a way for the author to refute those people directly. But I find this to be 1000x less narratively compelling.)

And of course I feel awful that everyone in the story underestimates him. I just want to scoop him up and tell him it's ok and that he can (sometimes) be a good liar and he can (sometimes) think well on his feet.

Favorite Moment: It's gotta be the end of the warehouse scene. So much so that I compiled all of my favorite panels from it so that I can look at them all together 💔. It's just so heartbreaking to watch the one person who trusted Light entirely, fall apart under revelation of the truth. And cathartic too, to see the depth of Light's betrayal embodied in Matsuda's visceral rage. In a room full of grim and stone-faced people, Matsuda is the only one whose grief flows freely. Light was not in his right mind enough to realize it, but he died with the possibility of knowing that someone had cared about him enough to grieve him, and do so immensely.

Idea for a Story: I've been toying with the idea of a Matsulight and Heathers the Musical crossover au... This won't make any sense unless one is familiar with this show, but I think Matsuda as Veronica and Light as JD makes perfect sense. Especially the ending, when Veronica realizes the full extent of JD's capacity for evil, and finally takes action to stop him... 😭 I can see Matsuda stepping into those shoes. I'm currently filing this idea under "things i like to imagine, but probably won't ever actually write."

Unpopular Opinion: I haven't been in this fandom long enough to know what would constitute an unpopular opinion yet tbh. But I do sometimes wonder if there is a possible interpretation of DN where events did not happen exactly as they were written because everything is filtered through Light's unreliable narration and subject to his biases. Then I can ask questions such as, are all the police officers in DN really as honorable as they are portrayed, or is it just Light's perception? And, is Misa really as clingy and intrusive as the narrative says, or is it just Light's perception? The way this relates to Matsuda is that I wonder if he is really as undiscerning & impulsive as shown, or if it could be that Light just really doesn't like him and so perceives him as an exaggerated version of his actual character.

The difference between Matsuda and the previous two questions however is that I do like Matsuda exactly as he is written, and prefer him as his silly, cinnamon-roll self.

Nothing I've said in response to this q is really an opinion though, it's more a half-baked thought experiment. Idk if it leads anywhere 🤷‍♀️.

Favorite Relationship: Matsulight, either romantic or platonic. Part of me just feels like their interactions in the finale were sooo heartbreaking that I want to push it even further by introducing more feelings. Another part of me feels like there are a lot of subtle similarities between them that I don't quite know how to put into words yet. Your post mentioned their shared need for approval. They can both be impulsive, they can both be naive. Yotsuba!Light temporarily sympathizes with Kira in a way not unlike Matsuda. Maybe something about Matsuda (and the other task force members) being willing to abandon his societally-approved police career in order to chase what he thinks is right, which is similar to what Light is trying to convince himself that he's doing too. But these are only half-formed ideas...

I do wonder if Light dislikes Matsuda because he subconsciously registers some of the traits he doesn't like about himself being exaggerated in him, namely his need for approval. Perhaps it also bothers him that Matsuda is emotionally open and honest about those perceived flaws, whereas Light tries his hardest to hide them.

I enjoy reading fics that explore the idea of these similarities instead being things they could subtly bond over, creating an emotional incentive for Light to want to manipulate Matsuda over to Kira's side. Successfully or unsuccessfully. I like seeing Matsuda's pain magnified under the turmoil of choice.

Favorite Headcanon: I wouldn't necessarily say this is my favorite, but I do like to imagine that Matsuda's open-mindedness and willingness to acknowledge all truths of a multifaceted situation, would eventually lead to his eyes being opened about the current state of the law enforcement system. And that would set him on a different path. If anyone in DN could do it, I think it would be Matsuda.

Thanks for the ask 💜~~~ As always feel free to disagree with anything I said, I'm pretty new here so I don't know that much & am always open to changing my opinion.

[yuujiheart]

hello there 👋 i really like the way you view things i feel like there's way too much negativity surrounding this ending and not to invalidate anyone i don't think it's perfect but i personally was very satisfied and happy with it, especially with sukuna and yuji which Almost scared me we weren't going to get a conclusion on. isn't it so beautiful that yuji literally changed sukuna to his core? the he literally decided to try a different path in the next life because yuji showed him there's value in life and others outside just passing the time until death? it's such a powerful message for someone who didn't think there was anything more to life than just surviving and satisfying his basic needs. some people take the fact that sukuna didn't accept Yujis offer as a rejection and I wanted to hear your thoughts on this because I don't think that's the case I think sukuna is a very very veryyy stubborn individual that would not back down from his beliefs until he literally died/lost. as mahito said this was a battle of truths. i see so many people saying that's it and they'll part forever but their souls are canonly connected so much so that even other people could sense it like uraume, so much so that in one chapter i think mei mei was fearing that yuji could be unconsciously channeling his thoughts to sukuna via telepathy and give away their plan, while sukuna was possesing megumi! as you pointed out in a prior post and i also noticed yuji literally felt that sukuna was embracing his mindset in the afterlife how insane is that??? he was smiling up at the sky as if he could see him. these two will 10000% find each other in the "next life" and every other after it (and I'm definitely not writing a fic about that exact thing happening or anything) I'm sorry this ask isn't very much an ask tbh i just wanted to bother you because we have similar views jfkdkvj hope your day goes well you don't have to answer 🙏

Hi ... Yeah i agree that it is not the best but it certainly is not bad... But i can understand those who didn't like it as the majority of questions remain unanswered. I myself wanted some answers especially yuji related....what I really like was we were all ready to be disappointed but sukuna yuji again saved us😭😭...... I genuinely felt so relieved when I saw sukuna... I knew gege would give him the conclusion he deserved....

Post chp 237 my only wish for him was that he learns about love (through yuuji) dies satisfied... Like it was bare minimum and gege delivered it which made me so happy...

Although I still feel weird that he did not mention yuuji but at the same time I also can't deny that his calm and gentle expression, him accepting his faults, his wish to try a different path, him comforting and guiding uraume to North , every action of him screams yuuji .. And then him accepting that he has become boring coz he lost is chef's kiss.. You know why???? It's because that is what he used to call yuji 😭😭😭😭.... Even writing this made me feel so warm....Mind you he never called anyone else boring... . This is the level of effect yuji has on him.....

To think that he rejected all opportunities life gave him since he couldn't let go of the resentment he felt all his life... His wounds were so deep that couldn't help but inflict them back..And I understand that because in yorozu's flashback we saw how those heian nobles called him monster even though he was invited there as a "deity" by the emperor himself so we can imagine what he must have gone through when he was a child, weak...You know he went from this to this..

How tired he looks here, so done with life but here he looks so peaceful, composed . Like I can feel it that yuuji freed him from the shackles, from his curse... Him looking forward to trying a new path where he wants to live with someone rather than cursing them is just heartwarming...

Now about the rejection point.... I know many people use it to downplay yuuji's effort but I knew all that would become useless once we get sukuna's conclusion... ... You know this moment is very special because this is the only time we see sukuna being emotionally vulnerable.. Like you will only see his true emotions when he's with yuuji... Any other time his emotions are in control but with yuji his emotions are all over the place.. But I digress...

Well I feel he both accepted and rejected yuuji's offer...He calls yuji's kindness a farce but in the same breath he also acknowledges him.. Now if he believes yuji is acting which that grandpa knows yuji isn't as he has lived with him and said himself in 248 that he knows yuji. than what he's acknowledging him for?? That means either he's lying or it's yuji .which definitely isn't yuji...

And then he said to not underestimate him as he's a curse..notice how he pauses before calling himself a curse.. This is the first time he chose to address himself ..and this is enough to tell us how he views himself.. He enjoys fighting but never once did he call himself the strongest like gojo but a curse coz that's what he thinks of himself subconsciously....

What I felt at this moment was that he was trying to reject yuji by saying it's him who isn't capable of living with others... And yuji shouldn't forget that... later in 271 we did get to know that it's exactly what stopped him from getting help.. He rejected any opportunity to live with others because he wanted to curse others just like how others cursed him..

How I see this is as sukuna didn't want to live with yuji because he doesn't want to become a burden on yuuji especially after what he put yuji through, yuuji wanting to save him doesn't mean yuji should be responsible for him. Yuji finally got free from the burden of being his vessel so he deserves a carefree life..

And sukuna is too mature and proud enough to let yuji a kid bear the burden of his curse and so he chooses to die like a curse (south) so he can start anew as a human (north) .

But he didn't reject yuji completely which is evident in his wish to try a different path and that is to live with others and not curse them like yuji said. Sukuna type people believe in might is the right philosophy so all they need is a good beating to get things through their thick skull... And then all is good..

And If he really hated yuji or was furious at him he would have cursed him or would have rejected him outright like he has done before but he did not....

Although this is my personal opinion, I believe there's more to sukuna yuji that we have yet to see as sukuna went from calling himself a curse to accepting his faults and wishing to try a different path... Plus yuuji was assuring them that the finger is not dangerous and had this gentle look on his face remembering sukuna .. So maybe they did talk more or it's the soul bond ig..

Yes, I am surprised gege didn't give us an explanation on resonance but it definitely was a big issue as juju high literally excluded yuji from their plans.. So something must have caused this..Choso also mentioned in 251 that yuji sukuna souls are combined and that they are special case.. So I am hoping we get some more info..

Honestly I really wanted them to live together in this life but I don't want to complain as my mutual pointed out it was gege who showed us that this idea is feasible in the first place otherwise we all were almost convinced that yuji will die.. ..

Please do not write a fic , and definitely not send me the link, coz I definitely am so not gonna read it 🫣🫣🫣..

It's alright.. I have made this account specifically for sukuna and yuji. So if not them,then who am I even gonna talk about.... I am always ready to yap when it comes to yuji and sukuna..