#preferably fluff or hurt/comfort because I can't stand angst

[manuinout]

Me feeling overwhelmed with anxious thoughts these past few days, and upon deciding to read one of y'all's fics, I can't decide which one I'd want to read because my gremlin WON'T STOP OVERTHINKING:

[sp6ncers]

sunday morning — s reid

summary: reader is struggling on the anniversary of her trauma and spencer tries to comfort her.

spencer reid x fem! reader. angst, fluff? spencer's pov, 2nd person.

song: sunday morning by ethel cain

warnings/content: depression, trauma/ptsd, mentions of abuse & sexual assault (past), self deprecating talk from reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl, angel), non-sexual showering together, allusions to self harm but not really

wc: ~ 2.8k

author's note : hai !! this is my first tumblr fic so pls bare with me while i figure out how everything on this app works 😭 this is a very self indulgent & angsty fic because idk i just wanted to write it to make me feel better about some stuff that happened to me lolol anyway i hope u enjoy & any feedback is appreciated !!! 💞

Spencer is drinking coffee at the kitchen table, a book settled in his hands, when you drag yourself out of the bedroom. His gaze flits away from the book, falling onto your dishevelled form. You don't even look up at him, your eyes staying low as you trudge towards the bathroom, feet dragging on the floor.

His eyebrows furrow in concern, his worried gaze following your journey until the door shuts. The faint click of the lock sounds in the otherwise quiet apartment. Sliding a bookmark into place, Spencer closes his book and sets it down on the table.

He tries to think logically. Maybe you're just tired. That's a simple, normal explanation. It's not like you'd even done anything to show that something is wrong — yet his gut still tells him that. He's a profiler, after all. He's trained to read body language. And the way you had held yourself as you had passed through was a clear sign of distress.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, your eyes somehow even more tired than before. Again, you don't look at him, and his concern only grows.

"Good morning, angel," Spencer says gently, his voice soft and almost cautious.

He gets a barely audible hum of acknowledgment and nothing more as you disappear back into the bedroom, shoulders slumped.

Worry gnaws on his bones with its sharp teeth, making his legs feel weak as he stands up and crosses the apartment to the bedroom. His knuckles tap gently against the slightly open door as he slowly pushes it wider. His eyes fall on your form, curled up small beneath the covers which rise and fall in time with your slow breathing.

Quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, he says your name. But you don't answer.

Spencer knows your struggle with depression; he's known since the third date the two of you went on. He has always been there for you, good days and bad, and he has always been patient and gentle and understanding. He knows what it's like to be stuck in your own mind, bad thoughts like a cage around you. But he's never seen you like this before.

In the time that you have been together — and the two months living with each other — he's witnessed your mental health worsen and become better. He's been by your side when you've had breakdowns and couldn't even leave your apartment. He's researched every possible way to help you feel better. He's done all he could to help you.

But what he's never seen is you so deeply distressed that you can't even say hi to him. Every morning, no matter what, you say hi, or good morning, or ask how he slept. But not today. It worries him, a deep pit forming in his stomach and swallowing him whole.

Carefully, he makes his way over to the bed and sits on the edge. The dip of the mattress beneath his weight makes you look up. He notices the redness in your eyes and the exhaustion on your face. Had you slept at all last night?

"Hey," Spencer says quietly, shifting to sit beside you. "Are you feeling okay?"

You're quiet for a few moments, and he wonders if you just don't feel like speaking today. Of course, that would be fine with him, but he'd much prefer to hear your voice.

"I'm okay," you respond, but the crack in your voice tells him otherwise.

"You sure?" he asks gently. He knows that if he asks if you're sure, you'll tell him you're not really okay. That's how it always goes. He doesn't mind it, but he always wishes you'd just tell him the first time he asks.

The room falls quiet as you push yourself into a sitting position, your back against the headboard. His eyes trace over your face and body language, taking note of the way you wrap your arms around yourself in an almost protective way. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, red-rimmed, the dark bags beneath them prominent. The soft light filtering through the curtains shines against your damp cheeks; it would be beautiful if you weren't so upset. His heart aches, hating how utterly sad and distressed you look. He wants to take away all your pain and bury it in himself rather than in you. He would so much rather be the one suffering with whatever is bothering you than have to see you like this.

Your bottom lip quivers as you manage to force out the word, "No."

Eyes softening, he watches as you sniffle and bring your hands to your face, pressing your palms into your eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Did something happen?" he asks softly. "Or is it just a bad day today?"

You shake your head, wiping your hands down your face as tears begin to fall once again. You take a deep, shaky breath before speaking, your body shuddering as you let the breath out. "No— no, it... it, um..."

You can't seem to put your thoughts into words, your sentences fragmented and unsure. Spencer reaches out a gentle hand, resting it on your shoulder to test the waters. When you don't shy away from his touch, he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as his other hand comes up to your hair.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Take your time."

Another deep breath, your body trembling in his embrace as you turn to bury your face against him. He doesn't mind that your tears are soaking through his shirt. He just wants to make you feel better.

"It's..." You don't finish your sentence, instead letting out a quiet sob that breaks Spencer's heart.

Of course, he's seen you cry before. But it's never been this bad. He hates the feelings that build within him, the feeling of helplessness, of being unable to do anything to make you feel better. His mind feels fuzzy, but he knows that's nothing compared to what you must be feeling. He can't even imagine what's going on inside your head right now. Instead of speaking, instead of rushing you to open up, he simply holds you tighter, rubbing your back in what he hopes is a soothing motion.

The way your body shudders against him with each shaky breath and gasping sob makes him feel sick. He wishes there was something he could do to make you feel better, but all he can think of is to just hold you close.

"I— I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice shaky and breathless.

His eyebrows furrow at your apology. Shaking his head, Spencer holds you tighter. "Why are you sorry?"

He feels the movement of your shrug as you bury yourself further against him. "I'm being stupid," you mumble, your words followed by another pained sob, the sound muffled against him.

"You're not being stupid, angel. Not at all," he assures you. "Whatever is making you feel like this isn't stupid. If it's upsetting you this much, it is not stupid, okay?"

A quiet sound, something akin to a whimper, escapes your lips as you bunch up his shirt in your fists. He knows you need something to ground you. He would let you rip his shirt to shreds if you needed to.

"I want to help you," Spencer continues softly, his hand rubbing slowly over your back. "I want to help you feel better, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's upsetting you, please?"

He doesn't mean to rush you — that's not something he would ever want to do. All he wants is to find out why you're feeling this way and what he can do to help. Seeing you like this, so hurt and broken, is destroying him. It's like a mould, creeping through his body and over each inch of him until his entire being aches.

You hesitate for a few moments, sniffling softly as you pull yourself away from where you had burrowed into his chest. Your hands are harsh as you wipe the tears from your face, fingers digging into your skin. Spencer gently takes your hands in his, pulling them away from your face to prevent you from hurting yourself.

"Hey, don't do that, please," he says gently, holding your hands in his lap and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I'm right here, okay? You can take as long as you need, but I'd really like to know what has you feeling like this, baby."

The breath you take in is deep and shaky, your body trembling as you sniffle. He reaches up one of his hands, cupping your cheek and gently wiping away your tears. "I love you, my sweet girl. So much. You can tell me anything, okay?"

Nodding, you lean your face into his palm and take a shaky breath. He watches you carefully, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek to comfort you. He knows that what you need to say won't be easy, not at all, and he knows you need a few moments to prepare yourself to say it. He waits quietly, patiently, listening to the shuddering breaths you take.

After a few moments, you finally speak. "Two years ago... I, um..."

You speak hesitantly, stumbling over your words as you try to get it out. Spencer's hand slips away from your face, trailing down your arm to hold your hand again. Giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, he stays silent to let you get this out.

"I was..." You trail off, swallowing nervously. After taking a deep breath, you wipe away your tears and attempt to continue. "I was in a relationship with a guy. He— he wasn't really, um, a good person."

The way you say it makes him nervous; his mind immediately goes to the worst possible places. He gives you another gentle squeeze, his other hand reaching up to carefully tuck your hair away from your damp, tearstained face. His touch is delicate and gentle, hoping he makes you feel better. You've barely even started explaining, but he feels his heart pounding and his throat growing tight with worry.

"We had been together for a— a few months, and... He'd, um, recently started getting kinda... I don't know. He— he'd started saying weird stuff and—"

You cut yourself off with a sniffle, blinking back more tears. Spencer can't imagine how hard this must be for you. His head is a mess, trapped somewhere between unfathomable worry and empathy for you, and anger at the fact that someone had hurt you so badly. He chews on his lip to stop himself from speaking as you brokenly explain what had happened on this day two years ago. His stomach twists, a nauseous feeling rising in his chest as you tell him how that man had violated your boundaries and ignored your protests to what he was doing. Each word is like a knife plunging into his chest, over and over and over. Each hurt little whimper as you recall the story breaks his heart further.

"He—" You sniffle again, blinking harshly as tears paint your skin. "I'm sorry," you mumble, wiping away your tears on your sleeve.

"Don't apologise," Spencer replies gently with a shake of his head as he gives your hand a squeeze. "Take your time, sweetheart."

Taking another trembling breath, you continue in a quiet, broken voice. "There were... there were bruises where h-he had grabbed me. It— it was like a reminder of what happened. I— I know that I should've... I should've ended things before it got that far, but I..." Your voice trails off. He knows what you mean. He's studied human behaviour enough to understand how abusive and manipulative relationships affect someone, making it difficult to leave.

"I just... I didn't know how. And— and I didn't really have anyone to— to go to," you murmur. "And I know... I know it's stupid to still be upset about it... But I just... I can still f-feel his hands on me, and— and I hate it. I— I can't get him off. Please get him off."

Your face crumples as you end your sentence with a sob, your shoulders shuddering. He carefully pulls you back into him, resting your head against his chest. One hand strokes your hair as the other securely wraps around you in the way he knows makes you feel better. His heart is in pieces, completely broken from what you'd told him. You haven't given him too much detail — he doesn't expect you to do that — but what you've said is enough for him to understand. He understands what happened is horrible, and awful, and sickening. He understands that you feel like you can't cleanse yourself from that awful man's touch. He understands that you might still be scared of your trust being broken again.

"It's okay," Spencer whispers, kissing the top of your head. "It isn't stupid to be upset. It's rational. It's normal. What happened to you was terrible, and I am so, so sorry you had to go through that, angel. I hope you know that it wasn't your fault. At all. And I promise you — I promise — you are safe with me."

You sniffle softly, and he can tell you're trying to control your shaky breathing. He continues to gently stroke your hair as his thumb rubs small circles on your waist through the fabric of your sweater. You shift against him, your fist rubbing at your eye.

"I'll never let anything like that happen to you ever again. I promise," he tells you softly, his voice sincere. He really hopes you know that he would never even think of doing that to you, but he understands that you might still be wary. "I love you more than anything."

It's quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds being your trembling breaths and occasional sniffles. He continues to hold you against him, trying to bring you comfort. He's glad you told him, and he hopes that you feel better now that you have, at least a little bit. His mind is a mess of emotions, but right now he just wants to focus on helping you calm down. He can deal with his own thoughts once he knows that you're okay. Sure, that isn't exactly a healthy way to deal with things, but he doesn't know what else there is to do.

"Everything hurts," you murmur, your voice muffled against him. He's not exactly sure what you mean, whether you're physically in pain or if it's just emotional turmoil, but either way, he wants to help.

"Do you want me to run you a shower?" he asks quietly. "Or get you a drink? Breakfast?"

"Shower," you whisper, your voice slightly hoarse from crying. "Please."

"Of course. Stay here."

Spencer carefully removes his arms from around you, his lips ghosting over your forehead in a soft kiss as he stands up. Heading into the bathroom, he turns on the shower and heats it up to the temperature he knows you like. After turning on the radiator and setting a towel on top to warm up, he walks back into the bedroom to find you looking much more calm than before. Giving you a gentle smile, he takes your hand and helps you up off the bed, guiding you into the bathroom.

Not wanting to overstep or make you uncomfortable, he asks, "Do you want me to stay?"

"Please," you respond softly with a nod.

"Okay," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Should I come in with you, or—"

You give another nod in response before he can even finish the question. Slowly, tenderly, he helps you undress, taking note of the reddish marks on your skin. He assumes they're from where you showered yesterday and desperately tried to cleanse yourself of your ex's touch, your hands harsh and uncaring as you had scrubbed at your skin. His chest feels tight at the thought.

Following suit and undressing himself, he guides you into the shower so that you're standing beneath the warm spray of water. His touch is gentle and caring as he washes your hair the way you'd taught him. He makes sure you're okay before washing your body. Whispering quiet reassurances to you, Spencer rinses the soap suds from your skin and lets you wash his hair with a soft smile on his face. Once you're both finished, he pulls you into his arms and rests his chin on the top of your head.

"Except you," you murmur, and he almost doesn't hear it over the sound of the shower.

"Hm?" he hums, not sure what you mean.

"Everything hurts, except from you."

[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (8) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

previous part / next part

prequel

4.6k words

warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, manipulation of someone's feelings, drinking away problems, mental illness, mentions of suicidal ideations, savior complex Finnick and reader, codependent relationship, allusions to trafficking and forced sexualization of body, mentions of death/violence happening to children, unedited, no use of y/n, arguments, self-hate, self-doubt, a love triangle that really isn't a love triangle

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“Oh, you look so beautiful." Cambrie was crying, actually crying. Standing behind you in the mirror, staring the the gorgeous dress she'd designed. You wanted to cry too because even if she'd always treated you more like a doll than a living, breathing person it did hurt to know you'd never see her familiar presence again. 

“You did an amazing job, Cambrie, it reminds me of home." Truthfully the dresses shimmery deep blue did make you think of the waters of home and the seaweed and pearl based jewelry was a nice touch. Of course it was a too low cut for your liking and regardless of the colors would be completely translucent if the light hit it right, it was stunning.

“You really think so?" Her eyes were full of tears and you nodded your head turning to hug her.

“Yes, thank you." It pained you too think about how even if she never treated you fully human she would still be deeply hurt by your death. Her favorite muse.

“I don't know who I'm going to model my designs off of anymore, unless you come back or course, but you make it so easy." Of course she had ulterior motives, but it was somewhat amusing to hear her problems when yours were so much more lethal. She pulled away from you, “I wanted to go more bridal, but President Snow wanted Katniss wearing her wedding dress, so we're going to go for the more subtle route.”

It wasn't subtle in the slightest, a similarly shimmering, translucent veil was in your hair although not covering your face and adorned with sea thrift. Your arms had bouquet-like bracelets of yarrow, lavender, and sea oats from your shoulders down to your wrists. Then there were the sandals covered in pearls and seashells, if it hadn't been purposefully forced to be more sensual you would have genuinely loved it. More of a “natural" makeup look had been preferred to create the essence of more of a sweet mermaid than a sultry, seductive siren.

Suddenly you could feel the tears threatening to pour over, “I wish you would have been able to just design my wedding dress with normal circumstances. Thank you for this.” 

"Oh you're such a sweetheart, I can't fathom how they could do this again to such a sweet girl. Everyone loves you, there's so much outrage. You'll certainly have lots of sponsors.” She cupped your face, shaking her head sadly. "We'd best be on our way.” She sighed, leading you out of the room for the last time.

There all the tributes stood waiting in their line, Katniss was already waiting in her wedding gown. She caught you staring at the dress, "Snow made me wear it.” 

"Make him pay for it.” Johanna remarked ok the side, in another one of the tree related get ups her designer has such an attachment too. She looked you up and down,"Even in death they just can't leave you alone?” It was true, you were basically naked if people were staring at the way the colors caught the light.

“Just making sure to squeeze out every last drop before I go." One last glance at the body they'd controlled before you took it back forever. Johanna scoffed.

“Make him pay for that too." You took your place in the line next to Finnick, whose shirt was heavily unbuttoned.

“Is this our own wedding get-up?" He asked, arm sliding around your waist. You hummed a yes as you pecked at his lips.

“Do you like it?" You asked, hand playing with his sleeve.

“You look stunning. Do you like it, would it be your top contender when I finally get you that real dress?" He asked, a loving grin adorning his face. 

“Maybe, if it wasn't so see-through. Reminds me of home though.” Finnick nodded in agreement.

“Look like you came straight from the moonlit waters, angel." You rested into his warm arms which were a godsend when the fabric did even less to protect you from the chill in the air. Cashmere and Gloss both proclaimed how difficult it would be to let go of their friends from the Capitol. How they were all like brothers and sisters to them, trying to further manipulate the audience's feelings into somehow getting them to prevent the games. Snow would never let that happen, but taking a shot at it couldn't hurt. Enobaria and Brutus both acted like it was a normal game, with just as much intensity as they had the first round. Wiress was rambling on and on, sometimes coherently, but the audience simply laughed like it were some huge joke about how unstable she was. Beetee’s rationalization took hold, talking about all he had done, all he'd offered to the Capitol, and questioned how legal this type of Quarter Quell was, couldn't it just be unwritten since it would have such a negative effect? Finnick rubbed circles on your arm as you nervously tapped your foot. “You've got this, my love." He reassured you as you were lead to wait off stage.

“Our very own Capitol Princess!” Caesar Flickerman’s voice blared and you put on your most charming smile to enter as he said your name. Waving at the audience, blowing kisses. The cheering soon calmed down and he turned to look at you, “Now, I think we're all a little bit upset with you and your husband. Aren't we?" The audience gave out enthusiastics agreements. 

“I'm sorry!" You giggled, breathily. “We didn't want to take away attention from the star-crossed lovers."

“Oh we have enough love for the both of you!" The audience cheered in agreement.

You looked out at the crowd, “And we love you! It breaks my heart to know we won't get to share our journey with you." The tears that wanted to spill about other things you willed to appear now.

“So a secret marriage? How did that come about?" Caesar asked after the ooh’s and aww’s had quieted.

“We just knew that if we were going to die in the arena, we needed to be one with each other, and the waters." The first tears began to roll, “Now that we know we can't ever again have those moments. Especially to share them all with you." You could vaguely see tears on obscured faces and you knew it was working. "We'd been quietly planning how we'd get engaged in front of all of you, but when the Quarter Quell announcement came it just couldn't wait. So now we can't do the dress, and the wedding, and the house decorating, and the kids with all of you.” Wiping away the tears falling down.

"We'll certainly mourn that just as much, won't we?” The crowd boomed with agreement and cries. "One more thing, last time you were here you were also going into the arena with a romance, now it's happening all over again, does that add to the emotions we’re feeling tonight? The idea that if you win you'll have lost another love?”

Your tears glistened under the lights as you nodded, "All I have to say about that Caesar is that I have no intentions of leaving that arena if I can't be with him. We are one and I couldn't bear to live my life without knowing I'd see him everyday. This hurts so bad because I know it'll be my last time seeing all of your kind faces.” By now the audience was sobbing and suddenly the tears began feeling real, creeping up on you.

Caesar nodded solemnly, “And we'll be sorry to see you go. Ever romantic, our Capitol Princess!" Tears were blinding you and it was difficult to find your way to the pedestals where the other tributes were standing. Suddenly your face was being held and honey tasting lips were on yours, Finnick. You could hear the audience cooing and crying, he wiped the tears once he pulled away and led you to where you needed to stand.

"Sorry, Ceaser I couldn't help myself." His warm voice filled the room, his gorgeous smile being zoomed in on by the cameras.

“Oh no worries! Making ever the entrance, Capitol darling Finnick Odair!" The audience let out a resounding cheer for him. “Finnick, can I be honest?"

“Of course, Caesar." That gorgeous, sunshine smile rested on his face and it was no wonder it left the Capitol citizens swooning for more.

“I don't know what we're going to do if you don't come back. Right?” The audience loudly agreed and Finnick chuckled. "I mean you've been such a favorite, both of you have, and the world will not be the same without it.” How ironic, if it would be so painful then they really should make more of an effort to put a stop to it, but they wouldn't.

"I'm very sorry about that Ceaser, but my hands are tied. If we could, we would spend every moment with all of you, we're so grateful for your love.” A bold-faced lie, every party to keep up appearances, each call from the Capitol was far more draining then just spending a peaceful day together which could be endless.

“We wish you could too. Being married in the arena, how's that going to work? I mean we've heard from her that there's no grand plan for her to come back, but I assume as the husband you might have something to say about that?" This elicited a laugh from the audience and Finnick nodded.

“Well certainly, Caesar, what kind of husband would I be if I let her have her way in that? I will say, my love, you have my heart for all eternity, and if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.” You were sick, honestly nauseated with grief. This was so unfair, you'd tried not to think about it, but in just over 12 hours you'd be forced back into the arena and risk losing each other.

"We wish you the best luck with that." People were weeping in the audience and Finnick's face had become so sober that it was jarring how naturally it fell back into an easy smile. “That's Finnick Odair, Capitol darling." Soon he was right beside you on the podium, kissing you again for the audience to be giddy with joy, but also hearts ruptured for the lovers torn apart for only the first time of the night. You could taste your salty tears mixing with the honeycomb of his lips before he pulled away, giving another grin to the audience.

His hand stayed intertwined with yours, but something wasn't quite right about his demeanor. Even if physically he kept up the same presence as always you could feel the shift in his aura, in his touch. He was upset, but not in the way you were. You couldn't stop yourself from continually glancing over at him, silently trying to get his attention so you could see what was wrong. Squeezing his hand with yours to try and get a response when he finally did meet your eyes it hit you that the look was disappointment, dread and when you shot a quizzical look back he looked like he was going to cry as he put his focus back on the stage.

You were stuck in your own head no, had it been something you said? Did? It was all for the performance which he had to know. Your foot was tapping and you were zoning out of the interviews until all the sudden the audience was shrieking. Katniss’ wedding dress disappeared in clouds of black smoke and when they disappeared the dress had transformed. Upon lifting her arms you could see what it was, a mockingjay. A public symbol of the rebellion, Caesar was trying to cover, but the cameras already would have caught it.

One more interview before the night would be over and you'd wait to be shipped back off to the arena where certain death awaited you. Charming Peeta insisted that he and Katniss too had a secret wedding to have the traditions of District 12. The audience ate each crumb he gave right out of his hands when suddenly he made the world stop, “If it weren't for the baby." Shock, outrage filled the room. All of these people who'd been fine watching children fight to the death and suffer after they won for personal entertainment couldn't stand the fact that Katniss could be pregnant. The irony of it all, how smart Peeta had been on his feet made it hard for you to suppress the smile. As Caesar desperately tried to do damage control once again you noticed how everyone of the tribute's hands began linking, placing your free hand in Beetee’s who bobbed his head before holding Wiress’. Hands joined, you lifted them above your head increasing the audience's screams and Caesar was yelling for lights to be turned off, all this did was illuminate your figures in the low lights. 

Then you were being filed off of the pedestals and to the hallway. You instantly met eyes with Haymitch, holding some glass filled with some type of drink. You didn't say a word to him before taking it from his hand to take a drink. 

“Dealing with pre-game jitters with alcohol really seems like a great idea." He said sardonically, scoffing. He didn't try and grab the drink back though even when you scowled at him. Right when you'd taken another drink of the bubbly liquid it was Finnick who took the drink from your hand, handing it back to Haymitch. "What? Trouble in paradise?” He took a drink too.

“Just need you to be rational instead of hungover in the morning.” Finnick muttered, he was angry at something, that much was obvious. 

Haymitch took something off of his wrist and handed it to Finnick, “Show her this and she'll realize I gave it to you, since she won't ally with you of her own accord." It was a gold bangle and Finnick nodded as he slid it on his wrist. They were whispering something to each other and you pulled away to an Avox holding a tray of more bubbly drinks nearby. Grabbing one you nodded a thank you, swallowing it down as fast as you could before Finnick had grabbed it again, looking at you sternly.

“I'm not going to be hungover.” You rolled your eyes and he handed the second, nearly empty glass to Haymitch as well.

"Well you don't exactly make great decisions for yourself.” You rolled your eyes at him as he ran his fingers through his curls.

"What's your problem? I made them sympathetic, I did what I was supposed to!” You couldn't fathom why that would upset him, it was a performance and he did the same thing.

"You have a death wish, that's the problem, I'm not letting you die for me!” You stared into his gorgeous sea-green eyes and scoffed before turning around to walk straight back to your floor.

"Thank you, Haymitch.” You heard Finnick say before he was following you to the elevator.

"You're really gonna argue with me about what I said in the interview right before we head back into the arena?" You pressed the cold buttons before crossing your arms, refusing to look at him.

“When this started I begged you to talk to me, to stop punishing yourself for whatever you did six years ago to survive, but you still are. You didn't say anything until right before we headed back into the arena, informing the world all about how you plan to die in there.” The elevator opened and he stepped in as you followed.

“I don't plan too, I just expect it. I'm not going to keep going if you die."

“Yes, you are, Annie needs you, Mags needs you." He pointed to the bangle quickly to put off anyone who could be listening in, “Needs you. This insistence that you're going to die is ridiculous, angel, I'm not going to let you.”

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You stood backstage with Conway, having to consciously force your leg to stay still, to not keep tapping as you waited to do on stage. The air was chilly which wasn't helped by the thin material of your dress, it's low-cut, or the huge slit in it's side at least Conway got to be in a suit. Your eyes were glued to the screen where the male tribute from District 3 had just begun his interview.

“Now, how old are you?" Caesar asked, the boy was small, he couldn't be that old, it looked like the seat was going to swallow him whole.

“Thirteen." His voice was shaky and your ears started ringing. How were you supposed to do this, that was a child, a tiny kid whose family was sitting back home watching their baby boy be shipped off to certain death. You could feel the tears approaching and your breathing getting more shallow. Cold hands were suddenly on yours.

“Are you okay?" Conway asked, as you began to hyperventilate.

“I can't do this." You whispered out as the first tears began falling, “That's a little boy, I can't-"

“I get it." Conway reassured, his big, brown eyes trying to comfort you. “You've got this though, you can't do anything about him being here, but you can make a good impression with the audience. We have to focus on that no matter how screwed up you feel like it is. Go up there and do what you have to do.” What you have to do, charm them, be sweet, and pretty, but a little mysterious. Finnick had all types of angles for you. You gave a final look back at Conway who tried to give a reassuring smile, but you could tell he was bothered too. Caesar's booming voice called your name and you stepped out into the bright lights of the stage. Beaming for the audience, waving, giggling at their cheers.

“I have to say, everyone was blown away with how charming you seemed at the tribute parade, but then that training score came out. How did you do that?" Caesar asked as the two of you sat down, the audience murmuring in agreement. 

“Well, Caesar, a lady has to have some secrets for herself." You made your laugh airy and winked at the laughing audience. “I have to save some things for the show, don't I?"

Caesar nodded, laughing along. "Of course! You know when I saw your face at the reaping I couldn't help but feel like I recognized you from somewhere, did anyone else feel that way?” The audience cheered out agreements and your stomach knotted. What was he talking about? You certainly didn't know how they knew you. "I mean this was literally keeping me up at night.”

You leaned forward, the dress putting a little too much on display, but you persisted. "Well do tell.”

"Months ago we were doing a catch up piece of Finnick Odair and you were in some of it, very briefly, but you were.” The audience was wild, they adored Finnick and loved any type of connection. Your stomach clenched, how were you supposed to seem in love with Conway when this was being chosen for you.

You blushed, “Oh yes, Caesar! I didn't imagine anyone would remember that!" 

"Well we did and we love it!” He proclaimed and the audience agreed. "So tell me, just between us-” The audience laughed and you did too. "Are you and a certain victor pining for your return to tell us all some very exciting news?” You shook your head slowly, trying not to look as embarrassed as you felt. “No? I don't believe that, look at you, charming and obviously extremely talented. There was definitely something going on when that program came out, not anymore?" Time was running out and this was not going the way you planned.

So new plan, “No, Ceasar.” Your voice was light and sounded shaky on purpose. You shook your head.

"Oh, so this is a tale of heartbreak?” He asked and the audience cooed. "Well if you win, he'll have to take you back won't he? I'm sure we won't let up until he does!” He laughed and the crowd seemed to agree with him. 

“I'm afraid it's much more complicated than that." You smoothed out your dress even if it needed no smoothing.

"Oh! Is there another man as well, we live for the drama!” You nodded slowly.

"Yes and I'm afraid winning won't help me in either case.” You were alluding and there was only a few seconds left. Caesar stood up.

"Well now you have to win this thing, so we can all know about this tale of romance. It's going to be keeping me on the edge of my seat!" 

“And I'd love to share it with all of you." You let a few tears fall as you blew a kiss out to the audience who adored it. The two of you bowed as you walked off the stage. Heart pounding rapidly as you were escorted out to the hall where Finnick, Ondine, and your designer Cambrie stood.

“Oh you looked divine!" Cambrie announced, hands on your shoulders. “All of my friends are going to want to sponsor you, I'm certain you'll be the talk of Panem, leaving us on a cliffhanger like that!" She was basically shrieking in joy when she got distracted by some hors d'oeuvres an Avox was holding.

You buried your head in your hands as Finnick approached, “I didn't know they were going to side swipe you like that. It could be good for your image though." You were now hyper aware of the eyes on the both of you even if technically he was your mentor just giving you advice.

“Could be bad for that, unless he picked up what I was putting down." You pointed at the screen where Conway sat with Caesar.

“So Conway, I'm sure all of us were very impressed by your training score, a big, strong man like you, what's your strategy?" Caesar asked and the audience made comments under their breath, acting as if they were also part of the conversation. 

“Let's just say I know what I'm up against and am confident in the people I've decided to trust." Looking at him made you see flashes of your childhood, of him crabbing with your family as kids, hair billowing in the wind as he made sure you didn't slip on the water covering the boat’s deck.

Caesar nodded, “Well alright, making us wait for tomorrow as well?"

Conway smiled that kind, loving smile he gave everyone, “I guess you could say that.”

"Now everyone is dying to know if you have a special girl back home, I mean you’re a good looking guy and even girls in the Capitol are swooning.”

"Well, it's a lot more complicated than that, Caesar.” Conway and his boyish charm was sure to bring in more sponsors as well. Caesar took a second, looking at Conway and the audience with as much drama as he could, like he was slowly connecting the dots.

“You're not saying what I think you're saying are you?" He asked and the crowd screamed in agreement, eating it up.

Conway adjusted his shirt collar, “Regretfully, I might be."

“Well isn't this straight out of a fairytale." A dark, corrupted one if that. “That sure complicates things doesn't it?"

Conway nodded, “Yes."

“You're certainly going to be keeping all of us on our toes, a love triangle. Well I certainly wish you the best of luck in your endeavors." Caesar laughed. What luck? Only one ‘choice’ would be alive if you won.

“Thank you, Caesar. All I can say is even if it's doomed, hopefully she doesn't pick the one who already broke her heart.” Even if it wasn't meant that way to you it felt threatening, hopefully you didn't or he'd be forced to kill you? You honestly had no idea what the best outcome was, maybe him asking you to take care of his family before sacrificing himself? But now you were overtly aware that you not only had him observing you, but all of Panem desperately wanting to know where you would land. 

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You were laying on the bed, hands covering your face as Finnick went on and on about how self-destructive you were. Maybe he was right, but you didn't see why it mattered. It's not like you were going to do anything intentional, you'd just do what you could to get Katniss out of the arena alive and be with Finnick.

“How are we supposed to do this if you don't believe you can survive?” He was pacing the room,"The moment that gong rings you need to come find me, I need my eyes on you.”

"I will, Finnick! But you need to focus on other things too.” You defended, sighing.

"How am I supposed to do that when the person I love the most is a danger to herself?” He stopped moving for a moment to stare at you, even with your face hidden in your hands you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You finally moved your hands,"I'm not! I just want to go to sleep, Finnick, can't we just rest?"

“We can sleep when I can rest well knowing you're not going to make impulsive decisions or give up if I get hurt. Don't be dependent on my life, angel, you deserve to live." You stood up only to walk to the open bathroom door and begin removing your makeup. 

“I don't know what you want me to say, Finnick." He followed you and stood behind you watching you in the mirror. You were passive to his pleas, you couldn't understand why it mattered so much to him. If he died it's not like he would know if you did too and if he lived there were plenty of other women who would be glad to comfort him, plus the revolution would keep him distracted.

There was a pause as you continued with your routine before he removed the bottle from your hands and turned you to face him, he'd always been much stronger than you and there was no use trying to release yourself. 

“That your life matters to you just as much as it does to me and I want you to believe it when you say it."

You sighed, “Finnick I will do whatever you tell me to do, I'll stay right by your side if you want me too. All I want is to be with you, that's all that matters to me."

He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily, “I can't believe I let us get so codependent." You watched a tear make its way down his cheek and felt you swarmed with guilt. “I can't make this better overnight no matter how badly I want to, but I do want you by me every second in that arena. Don't you dare go sacrificing yourself for someone, anyone. Angel, I can't live without you either.” His warm arms brought you to him, caught in his embrace as the guilt overwhelmed the numbness. "We're both getting out of there alive, no matter what it takes.” He whispered and although your brain told you not to believe him, to accept your fate you would trust him to the grave so you nodded your head into his shoulder. 

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[yuquinzel]

❛ ‧˚ IDLE TOWN — mikage reo.

notes ⨾ hurt / comfort, [ 1.6k wc ] i basically wrote this for practice but I'll post it bc i need feedback + my first attempt at actual angst so idk here have some reo angst i promise i'll make up for it with fluff later :P

you are leaving, for good. and reo knows he cannot stop it. 

pause. rewind. he came back home three hours ago, everything was fine. or so he believed. he took note of your silence much quickly. you were talking, yes— but you were silent. he finds silence in your empty glances, less words and more hums for responses. you speak but your words are nothing more than incoherent blurbs of sound. you're silent when he asks you about your day, because you do not ask him the same.

he knows you well. too well to simply brush this of a result of exhaustion. the room he is in is cold, he winces because he does not find you in his arms and because that means you must be cold too. he knew to give you space, sometime to collect your thoughts as he does his.

but an hour or so has passed, reo wants to see you now. he can never always leave you to your thoughts for long lest you need a second voice to become the comforting reminder of not being alone. but if he's being honest, then this is more of a selfish act than a serving one. maybe more than you, he does not want to be left alone with his thoughts.

“hey,” a caffeinated sort of anxiety washes over him when he enters your shared bedroom. the air isn't awkward, but it is not comfortable either, “what're you up to?”

you are still silent, preferring a low and dismissive hum instead. he sits himself on the edge of the bed, hesitant as the way you'd approach a storm. he waits for eleven heartbeats— he knows because he can hear his heart— you don't say anything.

“talk to me, something's on your mind.” reo says. he feels your gaze scan him over, you are searching for something in him. that's the most of a response he's gotten out of you tonight. he hopes you find whatever answer you're looking for, an answer you've decided you won't find in his words. 

“i don't know reo, i just— i'm exhausted.” you're lying. he can tell, you don't sound exhausted. you sound defeated. he also knows you are not lying to him, but to yourself. but he does not know what to say, maybe— maybe you still need time. it's okay, he reminds himself. we're okay, it repeats in his mind.

“then let's just get to bed, ’kay?” he can taste the desperation in his voice, it lingers like a bitter aftertaste. why he feels so unsure, he does not know. all he knows is that he doesn't like this — whatever this is — it's hollowing him out from the inside. 

his hand instinctively comes to brush back the strands of hair behind your ear. he freezes when you recoil. “i— i'm gonna sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” his heart stammers in his chest like your voice. you don't give him the luxury of a momentary pause, instead quickly standing up on your feet.

reo's just as quick. his hand envelopes your wrist, you wince a little from the harshness of his hold. “w-what? — no, you can't do that.” his voice is a little raised, long gone is the tenderness he always brings with himself. he's scared. he knows you are too. he looks at you, in hopes of a waver in your composure. you have been oddly calm this entire time, it settles uncomfortably in his stomach.

“i'm not asking you reo, i just need to be alone. just— just let me be.” there's a finality in your meek voice, reo winces at the biting tone.

but he's firm on his words, “this isn't fair, y/n. something's obviously bothering you and instead of talking to me like an adult, you're just giving me the fucking silent treatment? well, shit. i can't read your mind. talk to me— you always do.”

you have to look away, “i'm not doing this with you right now.” you wrestle your wrist out of his grip, walking out of the room with heavy steps that reo follows all too quickly— but you don't really walk into the guest bedroom as he'd feared. you stop. reo sucks in a deep, cold breath. 

“what do you want from me?” your voice unfurls in shades of hurt, exhaustion and defeat altogether. reo furrows his brows, his heart beginning to pick up its rhythm, “no, what do you want from me? what did i even do wrong?”

“where were you today, reo? what was your day like?”

your question takes him aback, confusion weaving through the lines on his forehead. “what — you already know that, i texted you i had plans. you read my message, you replied.”

he pauses when a bitter, short-lived laugh leaves your lips. “right, you still don't remember.” your voice feels as empty as your null expression.

“we had a date today, reo. the date you promised to make time for, the date which was an apology because you haven't been home lately. that date — you forgot in favor of hanging out with your friends.” you are breathless now. reo can so clearly see the tears collecting in your eyes, and he also knows you're trying to keep them from falling. he knows you too well, after all.

reo feels lost. his shoulders slack in defeat, his thoughts blur altogether trying to make sense of your words. a heavy, stinging lump claws at his throat. it scratches him from inside until his voice bleeds in the form of quick and staggered breaths, “why — why didn't you say anything?”

this is where the tears trail down your cheeks, reo feels the ache to wipe the damp trails they leave in their wake. but he wills himself against it, he can not. he's afraid you'll burn if he touches you and he's not really ready for that. “i waited — i thought you'd remember. i was waiting for you.”

you don't wipe your tears yourself. because reo has always done that for you. he regrets his prior hesitance, and reaches out his hand to caress the side of your face. you're kind with that. you don't step back, you let him pad his thumb across your skin. he's grateful. 

“i'm sorry,” he says. its heavy, but he doubts it carries much wait. “i'm sorry, i — i'm sorry. i'm such a fucking idiot. it just— ” he stammers, voice stuck in his throat. reo feels like he's choking on his words. he knows there's no way to undo the hurt, he knows you won't just forgive him with a few worded apologies. he knows he does not deserve it either. it took until your silence for him to finally hear you. it took until you decided to leave, for him to realize he would give up anything to make you stay.

“i don't want your sorry's reo, i'm tired, i — i want to leave.” a shaky exhale leaves you. next you're walking towards the main door instead of the guest bedroom. reo's feet are stuck to the ground. he swallows back the rising bile in his throat.

“no, wait, it — it's midnight, y/n, love, we still need to talk —”

“what's there to talk about now? what can you say besides you're sorry?”

you are leaving, for good. reo knows he cannot stop it. 

but still he finds his feet following your steps. he finds his hand grasping your in attempts to get you to just wait, just— just listen. he finds his knees strike the earth, and although he's scared, he looks up at you once more. he finds himself at a loss for words yet with enough urgency to say something — anything — that it scorches his lips. 

“please don't— please, i know i fucked up, i know.” he begins, and you're not so cruel as to walk away this time. “i know i can't say anything besides that i'm sorry, i'm so sorry i made you feel like you weren't important. i'm sorry i promised to do something about it and broke it. i'm so sorry i love you so much that i'm still too selfish to let you go—” you shiver with the slightest tremor in his voice, the crack in rushed breaths that's so very uncharacteristic of him. “— but stay. please stay, y/n. let me show you that you deserve better. please. i don't want to lose you, not like this.”

“reo, get up.” you breathe, voice still as shaky. reo's scared. he's scared to have said something wrong, scared that he pushed you even further way. scared that he has already lost you. but he gets on his feet back up. 

it takes a few uncounted heartbeats before you speak again, “you promised reo, after you'd barely been home the entire month. and i waited like an idiot— i love you, so much that i don't know what to do with this anymore.”

reo consumes you in his embrace. it is nothing firm or strong, but just something to keep you close. it's grounding. reo feels all your breaths as they come and go, “we can figure it out. we'll talk, about everything. like we always do. you said we make a good team right? we can — we can talk about it in the morning.”

reo is afraid you'll disappear if he lets you go now, and you're finally holding on to him as well.

“i'm exhausted reo,” you whisper this time. but you are holding on to him, with something akin to the sincerity and the hope of being held the same way. so he does. 

“i know, i love you. it's okay,” reo hums, he feels breathless. “we'll figure it out in the morning, yeah?”

it takes a weak nod from you to make his shoulders relax, all the worry lines of his forehead unwinding and as he rakes his fingers through your hair — he hopes it does the same for you. it has always calmed you down. he hopes that hasn't changed.

this is where he hooks an arm under your thighs, the other so gently wrapped over your shoulder as he lifts you up in one swift motion. you cling to him. reo is grateful. 

he knows you have much to talk about. but when you let your head fall to rest on his chest, when you tell him you like the sound of his heart, when you still say you love him as he lays you down on the bed, the warmth pooling the sheets as much as your eyes — he knows the two of you will be alright. 

you stay — and that's all reo cares about.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

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Vigilante Bakugou x Normal Reader Headcanons - Part 2

| Part 1 | ♡ Genre: Angst, fluff ending ♡ Pairing: Vigilante!Bakugou x Normal!Reader (I couldn't put the last post in bullet points like I normally do because it always glitches ;-;)

Bakugou avoided you, believing you liked Dynamight better.

He couldn't stand to hear you praise Dynamight and talk about how the hero was so much better than him. He couldn't show his face to you, knowing that you preferred his other side.

So Dynamight appeared more and more in your life as time went on, since that was the side you truly loved.

But it was killing Bakugou inside. He would really rather have you love him as one whole. He missed you so much during school hours. Bakugou was more grouchy, testy, and just not as responsive as before towards anyone. He couldn't even talk to you anymore knowing you preferred Dynamight. He didn't know what Bakugou did wrong.

You kept hearing about Bakugou's worsened behavior from your other classmates. This pushed you to reach out to Bakugou more, but he avoided you completely.

The more you chased after Bakugou, the more Dynamight would reach out to you and comfort you. He told you he'd do anything to keep you safe and watch over you. When you needed someone to share your life with, Dynamight was there instead of Bakugou.

But you couldn't easily forget your old best friend.

One day, a super villain incident broke out at your school. You were separated from your classmates, pushed to the side in the hallways as everyone ran past you. You didn't have anyone to protect you.

Little did you know, Bakugou was running over.

You wanted to contact Dynamight, but he wasn't picking up. You headed for the nearest safe zone while texting and calling the hero, hoping he'd pick up.

But the super villain caught you first, alone in the hallway. They rushed towards you to attack but someone sprinted past you and blasted them back. Several explosions flashed, filling the hallway with smoke until finally, the villain laid prone on the ground, defeated. Another figure emerged from the smoke.

It was Bakugou, who saved you in his civilian form.

Bakugou was so happy got here just in the nick of time, just like when he first saved you in that dark alleyway.

You're shocked to see him here. He's shocked that you caught him in the act.

Bakugou/Dynamight remained frozen as you ran up to hug him.

He started crying. You, on the other hand, were so glad he turned out okay. You feared he would've been hurt during the invasion.

Through his tears, Bakugou asked, "Why are you hugging me? Thought you liked Dynamight."

You kissed him, and that shocked him even more. But he didn't pull away, he'd never pull away.

"I love you, Bakugou," you said. "I thought you'd never have feelings for anyone. You were my platonic love as a friend, but since you're also Dynamight, I guess I love you in a different way as well."

"I've always loved you," he said, holding your face. "I can't believe you never knew. I thought you chose him over me."

You kiss him again, and it's like every kiss is healing him each time.

"I'm choosing the man who saved me, alright?"

"Alright," he said, finally smiling at you. "Take both sides of me, okay? Don't just take one or the other."

"I won't."

From now on, Bakugou would let you into both sides of his life. You couldn't allow him to walk this dangerous path alone, you'd help him from the sidelines every step of the way as his new sidekick. And he'd never let anyone hurt you, not for anything.

(This was meant to be posted weeks ago, but the original post glitched and I never got around to finishing this until now)

[aokoaoi]

Hello and good morning/afternoon/evening!!! I'm unsure if you write for Lo'ak or do angst but can I request a Lo'ak angst where reader has to watch Lo'ak and Tsireya fall in love from a distance and everyone but Lo'ak and Tsireya know about reader's gigantic crush please? I'd prefer a sad ending where Lo'ak never finds out and she has to fake a smile whenever she's around him but maybe someone *cough* Aonung *cough* sweeps her off her feet ;))). But ofc, you can skip over this request if you want to <333

◗ pairings :: lo'ak x fem!reader.

◗ warning's :: tiniest bit of atwow spoilers. slight angst. slight jealousy if you squint. slight fluff. comfort if you squint.

◗ author's note :: i tried turning this one into a less toxic ones, because from the past ff that I've read, these kinds of situations end up being toxic/unhealthy. new format also<3.

You loved that boy ever since.

He was someone who you could always count on. Someone you can always trust, and look forward to waking up just to see them every single day.

He was the light of your life. He treated you so well to the point you even thought he was reciprocating your feelings for him. But now, you watched him drift apart from you as he laughed with another girl.

Were you mad? No, you weren't. We're you upset? Yes, you were.

Upset of what?

Upset of a simple admiration ending up to disappoint you. It hurt to see him so happy with the Tsahìk's daughter than he was with you, they looked so good together, too. It hurts so bad.

Everyday, was all he thought about you was a friend? Someone who he can trust with his troubles? Someone who he can just hang out everyday to entertain his boredom?

You truly can't bare to see Lo'ak and Tsireya so happy with eachother. Their laughters and giggles bubbling in the air reaching up to your drooping ears.

You only can muster a strained smile when he comes to hang out with you after Tsireya leaves. We're you just some 'another person' he can go to once the one he truly likes to be with goes? You didn't want to think badly of him, really.

You weren't together in the first place, and neither can you control who he likes, but you wish he hadn't just threw you aside after he found someone new.

Sighing deeply, your ears drooped down to the sides on your head, the strands of your hair brushing against your ears at the actions. You were with Tuktirey, taking a rest from the water as you were both tired from the learning.

Tuk pouts at you, walking towards you as she stops in front of your seated position. "(nickname), why are you so sad?" She questions softly upon hearing your tired sighs.

Your eyes snapped towards her, removing its gaze on the sand as you looked at her sympathetically. Were you seriously so acting pathetic to the point a seven year old noticed? How embarrassing..

"I'm not sad, Tuk. Im just tired.." You let out softly, smiling at the girl as she looked at you unconvinced.

"I know you're sad, (nickname). I know what your sad face looks like." She says stubbornly, standing her point until you tell her the truth. You slightly laughed at her words, amused. "I have a signature sad face? What does it look like?" You attempted to stray her away from her point.

She tried to mimick your facial expressions, watching as her face scrunched. "I don't think I'm doing your sad face right.." she hums, looking down at her nose as if she was trying to see her expressions. You giggled, your hands caressing her hair.

"But you still look pretty when you're sad, yknow? So pretty! You never have a time where your prettiness goes away, (nickname)." She states adorably, smiling cutely.

"Really? I'm sure my sleeping face is pretty ugly."

Tuktirey hums at your words. "Well you wouldn't know.. you can't see yourself when you're asleep!" She exclaims as a matter of fact. "But I wouldn't know either.. I haven't seen you asleep. Plus, it'd be kind of weird to look at your friend while they're sleeping." She pouts.

You laughed, arms wrapping around her form as you pulled her into an embrace. "You're so cute, reyrey~" You pressed a peck on her cheeks, watching as she giggled.

"You look so miserable right now.." Neteyam looked at you, slightly concerned. You slightly glare at him for stating that right in front of his friends. Ao'nung also turns to you, as if wanting to see you pathetic.

"Gee, thanks Neteyam. As if I hadn't known that already." You waved him off, tucing out for your ilu as you, Neteyam and few of his friends were getting ready for hunting.

"Awhh. You poor thing, are you homesick?" Rotxo perks up, frowning at you sympathetically. You looked at him for a slight second, dumbfounded.

"Are you.. awhing me? Skxawng." You turned away, huffing under your breath.

"If you're not gonna tell us, we're not leaving this place." Neteyam voiced out, watching as you paused. You turned to him, blankly.

"You boys wouldn't know. It's girl things, you'd find it hilarious if I told you." You commented. Ao'nung crosses his arms, feeling challenged at your words; "Oh really? Try me."

"Try US." Neteyam glances at him, correcting Ao'nung.

You blew raspberries, rolling your eyes. "It's not important."

"Yes it is. My sister only acts like this if something reaaally got on her nerves. So if you won't tell us, we'll force the information out of you." Neteyam perked up immediately after your statement.

"Come on, (nickname). We won't laugh at you, i promise." Rotxo smiles, encouraging you to speak up. You let out a frustrated sigh, your nonexistent brows furrowing as your nose scrunched. "Fine. But if one of you laughs, im setting an appointment for you in hell."

The three boys immediately stops whatever would distract them. Their ears perked up, listening to whatever you're gonna say.

"There's this boy," You eyes their reactions, creeper out by their weird stares. "I like him. But—"

"He likes someone else?!" Rotxo cuts you off, and you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. The two remaining boys looked at you for confirmation, and you sighed as you nodded your head.

"Oh..." Neteyam pursed his lips, knowing who exactly you were talking about.

"..So? There's lots of boys here just practically waiting to get your attention in the village." Ao'nung breaks in, looking confused still.

"You don't get it, Ao'nung. This boy is someone I've spent practically my whole life with— and he just throws me away." You hissed slightly at the thought, distaste filling your tongue.

Rotxo makes a face as you revealed way too much, now feeling guilty for encouraging you to say why you're acting so miserable.

Neteyam looks at you sympathetically as you let go of your Ilu, looking done. "I can't believe I'm even talking to you boys about it right now." You whispered, looking down into the water as you hugged yourself.

"Look, I'm sure what you're feeling would eventually pass. It would be hard, but I promise you, it'll hurt less just as you slowly lose your feelings for him." Neteyam slightly touches your arm, smiling in comfort. You bit your tongue, wanting to say something but just let's it go.

"Let's just go hunting." You finally looked at them, grabbing the hunting gear from Ao'nung without a second thought. The boys looked at eachother as you swam away with your Ilu, wincing at the damage they just made.

"I take the blame." Rotxo raises his hand, making the two look at him blankly.

"I'm getting good, y'know?"

You hummed at his words, listening intently as he told you about his day. Lo'ak claps his hands, continuing to boast about his progress with a smug smile.

"Lo'ak?"

He stopped talking at your words, looking at you expectantly when you called out to him. He raised a brow, watching as you tried to form tour words carefully. "..do you like that girl? Tsireya?"

Lo'ak's eats drooped at your question, his lips pursing nervously. You eyed his reactions, and smiled reassuringly. "You can trust me, Lo'ak." You patted his hand, waiting patiently at his answer.

"Truthfully. I don't know yet?" You hummed, understand where he was getting at. You ignored the stinging sensation in your chest as you forced yourself to listen to him about Tsireya.

If you were gonna move on from him, you're gonna have to confirm of he really likes Tsireya. It wouldn't be healthy if you continued to like the boy while he liked another one, your mama taught you better than that.

"She's nice, really caring as well. But I've only known her for a few days, but then again there's some kind if connection." He looks at you, observing as you were following his words.

"So you're unsure?" He nods at your question.

"..maybe I can help..? Help you figure out your feelings for her, I mean."

He looked hesitant by your words. But he eventually nods his head again, appreciating your offer. You slightly grinned, happy how he can trust you like how he did back at home.

"First, tell me how you feel about her."

Lo'ak clears his throat, humming in thought. "I think she's really sweet, friendly, and just over all likable. She's really cute too, y'know? Her encouragement and praises are so simple, but it just motivates me to keep learning." He smiles as he talks about her.

You notice his way of speaking about the girl, and that was when you finally accepted his feelings for her.

"Sounds like you like her.." You voice out, watching him snap to look at you in surprise.

"Seriously? But doesn't it seem.. weird? It's only been a few days." He shrugged, still finding it oddly weird that he can develop such feelings for Tsireya in just a few days. You slightly laughs at him, shaking your head.

"Lo'ak. If your feelings for her are genuine, pure, and just overall real, then there's no point in denying you like her. Loving and liking are two different things, liking can develop in just a few weeks or so, but loving is a different step." You grinned in amusement as he still remained unsure.

"You sure..?" He looks at you suspiciously. You put up a tight smile, nodding.

"I'm sure."

He let's out an exhale, his hand coming down from his face in literal disbelief. "Wow.. you girls are definitely a whole different breed when it comes to emotions." He awes, slightly grinning at the roll of your eyes.

"Oh please, it's not just us girls."

"No, seriously! Just think about it. You could tell I liked Tsireya just by listening me talk about her? Like, that's practically magic." He teases you. You scoffed playfully, shoving him slightly to the side.

You decide to humor him, and you nodded smugly. "Yknow what. Maybe it is magic?" He gasps, and you chuckled.

"Okay, stop that now." You scolded him, watching as he continues to gasp at you, looking at you as if you were some kind of wizard.

Ao'nung sits beside you out of nowhere, following your line of gaze. He looks at Tsireya and Lo'ak playing in the water, watching as they splashed water on eachother while their cackles filled the air.

The boy turns to you, intently watching your side profile as the sunset perfectly lightened your face, the light complimenting your skin.

"You're smiling at them..? I thought you'd be sad." You grunted at the sound of his voice, turning to him, displeased that your mood got ruined.

"I'm smiling, because I'm happy." You gritted out, slouching your back as you huffed. "But now, I am sad because you ruined my mood."

"You're.. happy? Why?" He stupidly questioned. Just yesterday, you were acting so stiff and miserable to the point even his idiotic friend Rotxo noticed. But now you were happy for the cause of your miserableness yesterday? Man, girls do have weird moodswings.

"Because he's happy, Ao'nung. I took your stupid words yesterday, and also Neteyam's. I'm gonna move on." You spoke up, turning away from him.

He looks at you in realization. "Oh.. well good for you." He smiles. You glanced at him, your nose srunching in amusement. "If you're here to talk to me, you're doing a bad job." You perked up, your ears twitching as it caught the sound of Ao'nung's disappointed sound.

"You're words absolutely hurt, you know that? Be more nicer to me." Her pouts. You hide your amused grin from your hand, but your chuckles managed to reach his ears.

"I helped him realize his feelings for your sister earlier. We had a talk, and when I heard him talk about her so genuinely, I finally accepted that he wasn't the one for me." You suddenly said amongst the silence. Ao'nung straightens his posture upon hearing your words.

"Well, what's it for you then?"

"..what's what? I don't get what you mean." You turned to him with furrowed brows, confused by his point.

"Don't you want to feel loved, too?" His eyes flicked around your face, observing the perfect lighting that bounced off your smooth skin. You contemplated for a while. "I do want to feel loved. But I'm not gonna seek that from someone who's happy with someone else. I'm gonna eventually find someone who truly loves me, as do I with them, but now isn't the time for me." You state, watching as the boy awed at you words.

"That's pretty smart. I'm happy for you, (name)."

You grinned, "That's the first time you called me by my real name. usually you call me idiot." Ao'nung looks at you in faux surprise, a hand coming to his chest as he gasped. "I do not."

"You do!" You chuckled. Ao'nung shakes his head in disbelief, frowning at you. "You always make me sound like a bad guy."

"I do not."

"You do!"

"Now you're just imitating me." You crossed your arms across your chest, pouting as Ao'nung opened his mouth to say something idiotic again.

"I am not."

Lo'ak watches as you smiled at Ao'nung. He knew about your admiration for him, but he was too scared to tell you he doesn't feel the same way. Every day, he had to face you casually as if he wasn't guilty of what he felt about you.

It was equally as painful for him to watch you fall for him, back when you were both still at the forest. It hurt more when he saw you hurting when you see him with Tsireya.

He only saw you as a friend. Someone who he trusts, and always look forward to spending his day with. His feelings for you were never romantically, and he felt bad for leading you to thinking he felt the same just for treating you well.

He noticed your move when you talked to him about Tsireya. He was worried for a moment, but then you started to talk to him into helping him realize he has romantic feelings for the girl. He was slightly happy you were moving on from him. You deserve so much more than him, you deserve someone who wouldn't hurt you like how he did.

He wants to see you happy. That's all he wanted for you.

© aokoaoi.

[frickingnerd]

promises we made as children

pairing: jin shirato x gn!reader

summary: jin has been your friend since childhood and vowed to always protect you. even from any guys that'd show interest in you...

tags: angst with a happy ending, angst to fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, jealous!jin, confession leading to a kiss

“i promise, i'll keep you safe! no matter what!”

that's the promise jin had given you when you were children. despite how scrawny he was, he was always there to protect you from your bullies. because jin would do anything to keep you safe.

but over time, things began to change. jin began to change. and despite everything in his life changing, the only thing that would never change was the promise he gave you. he would always keep you safe. no matter what.

“i'm only doing this to keep you safe–!!”

jin and you had been arguing and yelling at each other for hours now, after you had found out that your best friend had not only threatend a guy that asked you out, but tried to get him end contact with you altogether.

“you're not keeping me safe! because he's not a threat, jin–!”

jin couldn't stand how you defended that guy. you went on a couple dates with and suddenly he had become more important to you than him? wasn't he supposed to be your best friend? the most important person in your life?

“he's not a threat yet! but he will be, once he ends up hurting you! whether he wants it or not, he'll do it! and then i'll be the one comforting you again, after another asshole broke your heart–!”

you sighed and rubbed your temple. when did jin become this stubborn? had he always been like this and you just never noticed?

“jin… if he ends up breaking my heart, then so be it. but you can't protect me from everything…”

“don't say that–!” jin shook his head. “didn't i promise i'd keep you safe? no matter what? back then, you wanted it! you wanted my help, so why not now?”

it went quiet. you silently let his words run through your head, trying to find the right words. words that wouldn't hurt jin. words that would finally end this fight.

“we're not children anymore, jin. we have both changed, haven't we?”

jin shook his head.

“no, you have changed! i still love you as much as i did when we were young! and i'd still protect you with everything i got! so don't say we have changed when you meant to say you have changed.”

the two of you got silent. jin stared at you, with such intensity in his eyes that you weren't sure if he'd yell at you or if he'd kiss you. and truly, you weren't sure which one you'd prefer.

“if you don't want me around anymore – if you don't want me to hold onto a promise you seem to have forgotten about – then tell me!”

“i'll always want you around, jin–! don't act like i'd ever not want you around…”

you took a step forward and softly cupped jin's cheeks. despite the angry glare in his face, you could see behind his facade. he wasn't angry at you. he was hurting. because he loved you.

“you're my best friend, jin. and i don't want to lose what we have, alright?”

jin gently removed your hands from his face and gently held them within his own.

“i don't want to lose what we have either, but… i want more than this. i can't stand to see you with guys anymore that aren't good enough for you, when i'm here, ready to give you the whole world and more. to keep you safe and happy…”

you avert your gaze. but jin notices right away.

“you're hesitant. but why? why would you need to hesitate? don't you love me too?”

“i do–!” you sigh. “but… what if we mess up? i don't want to lose you. if we'd break up–”

“–then i'd still be your best friend. and i'd still keep you safe, like i promised. nothing could keep me away from you, trust me. but you have to give us a chance…”

slowly, you looked up at jin again. the intensity in his eyes was back, but now you knew for certain why he looked at you like this. jin wanted to kiss you. he wanted to hold you, call you his and so much more. and honestly, so did you.

“promise me, that we'll stay friends if we break up– n-no, wait… promise me, that we'll never break up–!”

you held up a pinky finger. jin couldn't help but smile as he recalled a similar situation when you two were little. the two of you, interlinking pinky fingers as jin made his promise.

jin held up his pinky finger as well, a soft smile lingering on his lips. he interlocked his finger with yours, slowly leaning in and just before his lips met yours, he whispered:

“i promise.”

[blackreed4writes]

Title: In Honore Habere - Chapter 1/19

Fandom: Marvel comics

Pairing: Logurt/Nightwolves

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Fights, Slavery, Violence, Master/Slave, Mutual Pining, Historical References, Not historically accurate I picked what was cool, Historical Figures, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst

Summary:

Logan is the newest gladiator in Rome, and he's been quick to get everyone's attention. He's got the upper classes talking, as many wish to claim him as their protégé. His seniors from the arena are jealous of his popularity, and can't stand his prideful attitude that makes him refuse the protection from any noble Master - an opportunity most of them would kill to have. But, above all, he's got the attention of Kurt, the Emperor's counsellor. Being so fascinated by this new gladiator, he asks Logan to accept him as his Master, charming him with his remarkable looks and personality, and offering him more than anyone else could. However, there is a catch: everyone would believe Logan to be Kurt's whore. Torn between public honour and risking a shameful death at the hands of his peers, Logan has to make a bitter choice that may forever change his fate.

Updated weekly! I have it all written and beta-ed, but I prefer to publish it in chapters.

I can't believe I'm finally publishing this fic. If anyone was on Tumblr in 2014 for Logurt week they might remember that right after it I started writing this fic and published 3 chapters, which I deleted a few months later. Since then I've been working on and off on it, mainly in between other one-shots, because I knew I couldn't be consistent with its writing and I didn't want people to wait for too long. It took me 8 years to reach the end of it, and by that time my style had changed so much that I had to almost completely rewrite the first chapters. That part took the last 2 years, including getting help by my two betas (I love you guys! This fic is for you <3).

So! Please enjoy this fic in which I poured my heart and soul, together with the fanart I commissioned @lucenorthstar-art to keep me motivated! Show them all the love they deserve!

[joels-golf-club]

Hiii!!! I have a request

Can you write something with heavy angst at the beginning like maybe a fight? And at the end super super fluffy!!! Any Pedro characters!! (Preferably whiskey or pena)

Complicated

A/n: Thanks for the request anon! I decided heavy angst meant HEAVY angst so here you go. It isn't exactly what you requested but this kinda popped into my head when I read your request and I really wanted to write it, I'm sorry. This is my first Javier Peña fic so pls have some grace <3!

Word Count: 3K

All my work is 18+, MDI!!!

Warnings: Swearing, typical Narcos violence, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, torture, real angsty, kinda fluff at the end jk I can't write fluff apparently, mentions of drinking and smoking, poorly translated Spanish (google translate 😃), no use of Y/n, attempted/talk of SA.

Your relationship with Javier Peña was complicated to say the least. You weren't officially together but there were two toothbrushes in his bathroom, there was a drawer full of your clothes in his dresser, and your coat was hanging by his front door.

He made breakfast for you most mornings and you'd kiss him goodbye when he left for work, but you weren't dating. You loved him but you've never said it to each other.

That was the worst part. You practically lived at his apartment and you feared for his life every single fucking day he went to work, but God forbid he put a damn label on whatever you were. So that's how the argument started.

"You don't need to risk your life every fucking day Javi! The world won't end if you just relax for one goddamn second!" Every single day Javi would come home black and blue. Today he came home with a fractured nose and bruises littering his body from a run in with one of Escobar sicarios.

"Why the fuck do you care? You're not my wife! You're not even my girlfriend! You're nothing to me!" The moment those words left his mouth he immediately backtracked. "Querida, I'm so sorry, I didn't me-"

But it was too late you were already walking to the door to grab your keys and pull on your shoes. "No, Javier. You're right. We aren't dating no reason I should give a damn about you. See you around." The door slammed behind you as you walked away and down the apartment complex to your car parked out front.

Your solution to the hurt radiating throughout you was to head to the nearest bar and get shit faced. Javier would've had your ass for going out and getting drunk alone in the crime capital of the world but who the hell was he to tell you what to do. Especially after what he said when you tried to show concern for him.

So here you were sitting alone at the bar, well past midnight, and probably three too many drinks deep. Getting home was the issue at hand now. Home. That should've been Javier's apartment filled with both of your belongings. The two of you should've been intertwined in bed right about now, connected in the most intimate way.

But instead you were drunk, alone, and extremely vulnerable. All because Javier fucking Peña couldn't find it in himself to commit to one person after over a year of almost dating.

As you made a move to walk out the bar and back towards the car you almost immediately stumbled just standing up, no way in hell were you driving across town to your apartment.

Walking wasn't an option either. There were already three men outside the bar looking at you in a way that was much more than just friendly.

There was only one person you could call no matter how much you wanted to avoid it.

He picked up on the third ring. "Hermosa? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said you know that right?" He immediately started spewing apologies the moment he answered the phone.

"Javier, I don't really care right now? I'm drunk, really drunk and there's these guys that aren't too far away from me and I can't drive."

"Where are you, Carino?" You gave him the address and you could hear him grab his keys and slam the door. "Stay where you are and stay on the phone ok? Do not hang up."

You nodded before remembering he couldn't see you. "Ok. " You kept an eye on the three men and couldn't help but notice they were closer than before, they had now crossed the road over to your side of the street. "Javi?"

"What is it? I'm 30 minutes away."

"Javi they're getting closer." You gasped when a flash of metal lit up in the dim streetlight. "Javi they have guns. What do I do? They have fucking guns Javi." You were panicking now and the men were only getting closer. Javier wouldn't be able to do shit in half an hour if the men decided to use their weapons.

"Lock your doors. Do not open the doors. Can you drive at all?"

You're gaze darted around and sent your head spinning. "No. Javi I can't drive! I'm so fucking stupid why would I get drunk right now? Javi what if they try to d-"

The sound of your voice over the phone was cut off by a scream and loud gunshots ringing through the line.

Javi gripped the wheel and pressed the pedal down to the floor while shouting your name. "Hey! What happened? Answer me please!" He called your name again before the line went dead. "Joder que hago? ¿Qué debo hacer? Fuck, what do I do? What do I do?"

With sweating palms and a racing pulse he called Murphy for backup.

After the men shattered your windows with bullets, they roughly yanked you out of your car, uncaring of any cuts or scrapes you got from all the broken glass, and shoved you through the doorway of the house across the street they had sat in front of earlier.

The entirety of the short walk there was spent with you fighting tooth and nail to get out of their grasp while the men felt you up through the tight dress you wore. Their dirty hands grabbed and pulled at every available inch of skin they could reach while you tried to kick and bite at their skin.

"Deja de pelear o te paso una bala por el cerebro! Stop fighting or I put a bullet through your brain!" The press of cold metal against your temple had you freezing where you stood before you were roughly shoved into a chair with the gun still pointed at your skull, keeping you still.

You tried to remember what Javi had told you to do if you were ever in one of these situations. "Do whatever they say, Hermosa. If they ask you what you know, you do not tell them anything. They will kill you the moment they don't need you anymore. Wait for the right moment if you can to fight." Right. Do what they say. Don't answer questions. You could do that.

The man with the gun came closer to you and caressed your face with the back of his hand causing you to jerk away as far as you could. The man's gaze narrowed and he backhanded you across the side of your face, sending you to the ground with your ears ringing. "Don't be a bitch. I'll have to teach you a lesson, then I'll let them have a turn with you, Hermosa." The pet name sent a fresh wave of sobs through your body at the memory of Javi calling you that only hours earlier and the man straddled your thrashing form then pulled out a knife from his jean pocket and cut away at what little remained of your torn dress and undergarments, leaving you entirely exposed to the three men while you fought beneath him.

"Stop! No, don't! Please stop!" You begged as tears flowed down your cheeks and you kicked uselessly a the man pinning you down.

"I told you to stop moving!" The man swung his fist down across your jaw, sending black dots flooding across your vision and make your ears ring once again. "Now hold still or this is gonna be so much worse for you." The man released his grip on your arms to reach for his belt, only for another man to send his boot into your ribs causing you to curl away and let out a wheezing cough.

Just as the man got his button and zipper undone and leaned over you once again you let out a scream and threw your throbbing head forward into the man's nose making a river a blood flow down his face. "You fucking bitch!" He sent his boot into your side again, making your curl up into a ball and gestured to his two men. "Tie her to the chair. Make sure she stays conscious, I want her to know what happened.

The man's words sent your eyes flying open and you immediately kicked and screamed at the hands that grabbed at your bruising arms. "No! Stop! Please, please I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you say, please!" Your screams and begging only brought a sadistic smile to the first man's face when we held up the knife he had earlier and brought the tip to your bare ribs.

He trailed the blade with just enough pressure to draw blood down to your exposed stomach and pressed the tip deeper into your skin and dragged the blade down, forcing a scream from your throat. He did this a few more times before he pulled the bloody knife away from your stomach and up to your cheeks to cut a deep line across both. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear while his hands roamed your bare body, "You look much prettier with that. Look at your pretty little stomach, Hermosa." He forced you to look down at where he had cut into your skin and your sobbed at the markings left there, AJS; the man had carved his fucking initials into your stomach.

Just as the man grabbed at your body again deafening gunshots rang out and the man's body slumped forward against your own while blood from his head and chest spilled across your skin. The two other men barely had enough time to raise their own weapons before more gunshots sounded and they slumped to the floor as well.

You looked down at the body in your bare lap and your tormentor's blank eyes stared back at you. You let out a scream and yanked at your bindings in an attempt to get away from the body, but you only managed to thrash enough to knock your chair backwards and fall to the side when you heard thundering footsteps rush into the room. You forced your eyes as closed as tight as they would go in an effort to ignore what you new was sitting right in front of you. Your body wouldn't stop shaking.

Suddenly hands were on your bare skin and you let out another piercing scream, unable to process the much more familiar grasp that pulled you upright and cut away the ropes on your wrists and ankles. "Shh, Hermosa, it's me. It's Javi." You were still shaking and sobbing when he pulled his jacket off to cover your exposed body and you still wouldn't open your eyes open from their sealed position. "Look at me, Hermosa, look at me."

You finally pealed your eyes open at his soft voice and saw the man kneeling in front of you. "Javi?"

He nodded and made sure your gaze stayed on him when he lifted you up out of the chair. "Yeah it's me, hermosa. You're okay now. you're safe."

At the sound of that name you flinched and new tears sprung to your eyes. "Please don't call me that anymore. H-he called me that."

Javi's jaw clenched and anger flared in his brown eyes but he nodded and continued walking you out of the house to where an ambulance sat outside the building. He set you down on the back of the open vehicle so the medics nearby could check you over but you gripped his hand as hard as you could the moment he let go of you.

"Please don't leave me alone, I can't be alone right now." Your hand shakes where it grips his and you can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises littering the skin there. It all seemed much more real now that you could see the marks on your skin. Your skin. The man had carved his fucking initials into your skin. You looked down and moved Javi's jacket away from your stomach to stare down at where your hip began. Blood covered the wound but you knew what was there. You lifted your hand to try and reveal the marks in a moment of morbid curiosity but-

"Querida, don't." Javi's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "I'll stay with you however long you need, but you can't touch it. Try not to look at it if that helps, alright? Estarás bien, te lo prometo. You'll be okay, I promise." You just nodded and Javi held your hands while the medic checked you over and cleaned and bandaged your wounds.

The medic informed you that you shouldn't be left alone for a few days and that you'd have to change your bandages twice a day, but you were cleared to go without having to go to the hospital.

"You'll be ok staying with me right, querida? You can't be alone and I don't want you out of my sights." You nodded silently to answer his question which only made him furrow his brows and concern took over his face, but he said nothing and just guided you over to his jeep.

The two of you drove in silence for about ten minutes before you spoke for the first time in well over an hour. "Javi?"

"Sí?"

You swallowed hard and stared down at your still shaking hands. Why won't they stop shaking? "I'm sorry for all this. If I didn't try to be so controlling with you earlier and if I didn't go and get drunk like a fucking idiot you wouldn't had to have dealt with me and-"

"Darling. Stop it. Stop thinking for one second that any of this is your fault. You aren't controlling, you care and I didn't know how to act because of it and that is no excuse for any of the absolute shit I said, by the way. And you aren't an idiot, you are the smartest person I know and you just did what anyone would do after a long day. The only people to blame are the hijos de puta that did this to you. So please, darling, for both our sakes don't blame yourself." He had just pulled up to your apartment when he stopped speaking and he parked before turning to face you.

Tears streamed down your face and the tight feeling in your chest was back from earlier and your fucking hands wouldn't stop shaking. "He marked me, Javi..." You whispered in between sobs as your shoulders shook. You looked up just to see Javi's face fall apart.

"He did what?" His voice came out a broken whisper full of pain for you.

"He marked me! He took a knife and carved his goddamn initials into my skin! He made sure it would scar so that I can't ever forget! What kind of sick fucking psycho does that shit?" Your sobs came faster and Javi hopped out of the car and ran to your door, pulling you into his arms.

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. I know that doesn't do shit, but you didn't deserve a single second of what you went through. You know that right?" You nodded and let him pull you out of the car as he ushered you upstairs to his apartment.

Once the door was closed and locked behind you two, you steeled yourself and forced away your tears before turning to face Javi again. You would not waste anymore tears on the fucker who did this to you, he didn't even deserve a thought. You wanted to set things right between you and Javi and if what happened today is what that takes, so be it."Javi. I love you, and I'm sick of your shit."

Shock filled the man's face across from you and he shook his head. This was the first time saying those words to him and the circumstance seemed less than ideal. "Querida what are you saying?"

"I love you so goddamn much and I know you love me and you just won't say it. I will not stick around if it's going to be more of the same as what it has been. You will either take me on a date when I'm over all this bullshit and make what we are official, or I'm getting my stuff and leaving." You stared Javi dead in the eyes and narrowed your gaze when his face split into a grin and he let out a short bark of laughter.

"There you are, baby."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Javi just grinned wider and shook his head before he wrapped you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your temple. You melted into his grasp but confusion still filled you.

"You've had this... this look on your face after everything like you're not quite here but you are now. That's great, baby. And just so we're clear, I will take you on a date the second you are feeling up to it. Then I will take you back here and you can officially move in after I spend hours making up for everything stupid thing I have done or said to you." His voice had taken on a slight seductive whisper at the end that sent a small shiver through you and you grinned as you wrapped your bruised arms around him.

"That sounds perfect, Javi. Now let go of me because I really need a fucking shower or I'm never going on that date with you." The reminder of the blood and grime still on you from the events of the night made you shudder and the mood changed instantly but Javi just nodded and squeezed your hand in reassurance as he walked with you towards the bathroom. He would be with you through everything and he would help you get through this.

[ukranianacearo]

Death won't do us apart

Gn!Reader

Word count: 1459

Tw: mentions of death, mention of enslavement

Pairing: Doom x Reader

Genre: hurt with comfort, maybe🤞

Tags: @futuristiclanddinosaur

Synopsis: Death tried to claim you from his grasp, but he won't let it be so simple. Even when it seems like you want nothing to do with him or his family.

Author's note: I swear I'm not allergic to fluff😔🤞 I just don't usually get ideas that don't include hurt or angst at some point 😭 Anyway, please enjoy this fanfic. Sorry for any mistakes this is not proofread and English isn't my first language.

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You never liked to work for Innocent zero nor his sons. It felt like going back to square 1, to the root of the problem, to the origins that you oh so desperately tried to run away from. But as a lachmagic that used familiar artifacts to steal others' magic and also as a "Disgraceful Mage" to the naked eye, you didn't have other options. Death was much more preferable, but who knows what'll happen to your body after that.

You'll be on the losing end anyway. Might as well save some dignity, if that's the case, and don't mind the blood you'll have to dirty your hands with.

You didn't like each and every one of Innocent zero's family, including that man himself, even if his oldest son was the same age as you were. Since the first day of your 'work' here, you did mostly dirt work, as expected. Killing, spying, manipulating, illegal research and more to count. Though, sometimes you did some side work, all of which were orders from the crazy family. Find and bring back Doom's sword, chain new victims for Famine to torture, buy ingredients for special pudding for Epidem, or bring more elves' blood for Delisaster. Working for them since you were 10, made you develop immunity to their crazy thoughts, not even Famine making you lose your mind. But, the one who you were wary the most was the eldest don, Doom. Ironic, isn't it? The most calm sibling of all of them makes you tiptoe around like a scared cat. Usually, he was calm and pretty nice compared to the rest of the family, but you knew that that happens only when he's calm. And it's not that he's easily irritated or something, growing up the eldest of all the siblings made him develop a lot of patience, you just didn't want to test your luck, any day.

Standing in the kitchen, making Pancakes, because Doom requested them, you found a little bit of peace for the day. If it weren't there brothers disturbing you, it was Cell War, and you swear there's no one more annoying person between the servants, than him. As of now, Cell War with Domina in Walkis academy, doing something that was none of your concern. Your peace didn't last long when while taking the last piece of pancakes off the pan, you felt Famine's presence approaching in your direction. You sighed, taking the apron off and putting the plate with pancakes on another table. Famine entered the room and you immediately bowed down your head.

...

Another day, another victim chained. You were about to leave the basement, but you heard Famine talking with Delisaster and Doom outside.

- "They're not your personal maid, Doom. It's no fun if only you get them around you." - Famine said, to which Doom didn't answer. You couldn't know for sure what they were talking about. Delisaster sighed at Doom's silence.

- "You can't have them all to yourself, brother. Remember, they're our servant too. And I'll like to keep it that way, they're very useful." - Delisaster answered Doom's silence. Then, he turned around and started going somewhere else. But before going too far, he added. - "They're just a servant and you should remember that. There's nothing more of them that could relate to us." - After saying that, Delisaster left completely. You decided it's time to get out. Imitating your usual walk you left the room, bowing your head to both Famine and Doom while standing next to the door that lead into the basement.

- "Greetings, Sir Doom. Sir Famine, the victim has been chained securely." - You greeted Doom and informed Famine. Famine immediately went to the basement and Doom just looked at you without saying a word. His stare was burning holes in the top of your head as you still bowed it. Soon, he left.

...

These giants specifically were too tough for 'normal' giants. They had magic flow through them, so you still could kill them. But life you take it's life you give; that was the rule of the spell. You also could deal damage to them enough for them to take time to recover, but that would mean coming back empty handed AND bruised badly. So, in the end, you decided to kill them all with one fatal blow. It will take your life with it, but you didn't mind. In fact, it would save you from this oppression. You weren't sure if you could call it exactly enslavement, since it wasn't as bad as the former enslavement you went through in your home land. With ache in your chest you casted the spell, your necklaces blowing, while the giants had stepped on the crosses on the ground, lining one after another.

...

- "Father, I ask you for a favor. Help me resuscitate them." - The room was silent after Doom said that. He had a little bottle in his hand that contained some of your blood. It was the blood he could recollect when he arrived where your battle with the giants occurred; it was the blood he'll use to resuscitate you.

- "They were indeed a good servant. But why should I go such a length for a mere servant? You better give a good reason for it." - Innocent zero answered his son with cold voice, not even looking at Doom. But, Doom was prepared for this. He prepared a good reason and explanation for your return.

- "Their specialty is too rare. If I remember correctly, they're the only one left alive with such family heirloom. They're a lack magic, but they make those arounthem magicless too, leaving almost any enemy helpless against them. Won't it be too much of a waste to let them be dead? Our enemy doesn't know anything about them and has no one that could compare to them." - Doom said in a confident yet calm voice. Innocent zero had to contemplate the thought in his head.

...

Bang. A loud bang have been heard by everyone. Innocent zero has been shot by someone right before he could give his speech to the people of the Magic Realm after Mash defeated Doom. No one knew what was happening and it was confusing. Everyone was looking between each other, trying to find someone who could explain this. The only one to know what was happening was Doom, but it didn't make anything less shocking. Soon, you appeared in front of Mash and his friends, the defeated divine visionaries and Doom. You had your iconic gun in one hand and a cold and calm look on your face. As you were only a few meters away from Mash, you stopped and put your free hand on your hip, while putting the weight of your body on one leg.

- "Why would you betray father..?" - Doom asked you and you looked at him confused.

- "I never betrayed him, because I never vowed to him. He decided by himself that I'm his servant and I enjoy bringing people to the high sky of delusion and then drop them into the ground of reality." - You answered amused at his reaction. It's not a betrayal if you never vowed to them. And even less of a betrayal it was in your situation. - "I really couldn't believe it was your idea to revive me. Such a silly idea is not appreciated. It's not cool that when I die, thinking I'm finally free, you go and revive me just like that." - After you finished talking the silence was consuming in the room. While the people outside celebrated the victory, the people in that room were half dead trying to solve this confusing string of timeline.

...

- "Wondering what they'll do with his body? Cell war."

- "You keep coming when it's time for me to feed the cows, seriously? And well, I don't know. But I heard sir Doom was upset. Probably because of how you rejected him when saying those cruel words after his defeat against Mash."

- "He might as well be upset because his father is fucking dead and I'm the killer, Cell War. I'm thinking they'll extract Innocent zero's knowledge and them destroy the body for better."

- "Don't think so."

- "About what?"

- "Sir Doom's reaction."

- "Why?"

- "... You seriously didn't notice? Even the look in his eyes tells a deep story about his love for you."

- "I think you're going crazy. But even if we entertain such an idea, I'm not into Master x Servant trope you know. Wouldn't want to become that trope."

- "Whatever, just help me feed the cows."

- "Okay."

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This is it 😔 I wrote one down, now I have two Mash x reader fanfics to write and another Doom x Reader🫡 The grind begins now lol anyway thanks for reading and bye bye!🌸 <3

[samiwife]

The Anti-Social Girl ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Sami Yaffa x Reader)

A/N: This is my first Hanoi Rocks fanfic so if it's bad I'm so sorry, also pls send a request because I would love to do more of these. <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Parties were never your thing. You preferred to stay home and watch tv and read. So when your friends dragged you out of your room to go to a downtown party of another friend. You weren't really fond of it but you still came along because they promised to take you home early.

"C'mon Y/N! It'll be fun! Plus, we'll take you home early if you don't have fun." They said to you, your face unfazed by their pleas. But, eventually, you caved and said yes. Your friends cheered and an hour of getting ready later. You were set to head out. You wore a short light pink sparkly halter dress with white high heels. An outfit a bit out of your comfort zone since you always wore oversized band tees and shorts. But, it was nice to wear something fancy once and a while. While your friends drove you to the party, you sat in the backseat thinking to yourself

"I'm not going to have fun, I'll be bored out of my mind." You looked out the window, passing by all the luxury buildings and apartments. Until you eventually reached the party. You stepped out of the car and walked forward to the house where the party was located. When you walked through the door, the music immediately started blaring and you can see red solo cups everywhere with beer cans. You were also not fond of drinking. All in all, you just weren't a party person.

You walked passed blackout drunks sleeping on couches and couples kissing on tables. You just wanted out. You walked to a nearby corner and stood there checking your phone while the music still blared in your ears. After a few minutes of nothing, you decided to grab some water from the kitchen nearby. You walked over and grabbed an empty solo cup and filled it with water from the sink. As you sipped the water, a tall figure started walking towards you. It was a dude who was completely drunk. You could smell it on his breath and you can also see by the way he walks.

"Hey pretty lady, you came here alone?" He started with a slurred speech from drinking. You were disgusted by his breath. You stepped back a bit.

"Uh no, I came here with my friends." You said with confidence and still keeping the distance between you and the drunk guy. However, that distance was soon gone when he stepped closer causing you to back up even further. But, you couldn't back up any further since now you were pinned against the kitchen counter and him.

"A hot girl like you shouldn't be all alone since there are drunks around that could hurt you." The man says still being too close for comfort. You became nervous now since he was so close for comfort and he was being super creepy.

"You have such a nice body too, such slender hips and nice thighs. It would be a shame for your body to go to waste." The man said in a deep tone, you gulped and tried to scoot away with no avail. You felt more uncomfortable than before. You just wanted to get away from this guy and go home. As you were thinking that, you saw another figure come up and yank the dude off of you. The guy who saved you wasn't as tall as the drunk but he still was tall. He had dark hair that went to his shoulders and not to mention his hair was kinda curly. He also wore a leather jacket with tight black jeans.

"Hey! Can't you see she's not interested." The raven-haired boy said to the drunk guy. The drunk guy scoffed and turned his head to look at the raven-haired boy. The drunk guy looked up and down and chuckled at him.

"Huh and how do you know? She's so into me. She's been standing here the whole time listening. And plus why do you care? So get lost fuckwad." The drunk said to the raven-haired boy. The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes and then his eyes widen a bit. Kinda like he had an idea that went off in his head.

"Well that's my girlfriend you're hitting on, so I suggest you back off or you're going to be on the ground." The raven-haired boy states with such confidence. Your eyes widen, you were shocked by his claim but you decide to play along to get yourself out of this situation.

"Is this true? Is this loser your boyfriend?" The drunk guy asks you making sure the raven-haired boy wasn't lying. You smiled and scooted closer to the raven-haired boy. You wrapped your arms around the raven-haired boy's arm and cuddled next to him.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you. But you just wouldn't listen." You said while still having your arms wrapped around him. The raven-haired boy smiled and his cheeks flushed red. After a few seconds of silence, the drunk guy stumbled away leaving you and the raven-haired boy alone. You quickly unwrapped your arms and sighed.

"Thank you so much, that dude was a total creep so I appreciate this." You said with such relief in your voice. The raven-haired boy smiled and held your hand to comfort you. You looked up to get a better look at him. Damn, he was beautiful. He had shiny blue eyes that were laced with black eyeliner. His lips were nice and plump. His hair was kinda messy but in a good way. No doubt you were falling for him hard.

"Well, I'm glad I can help in any way I can. I hate to see creeps making girls uncomfortable especially ones who are gorgeous like you." He said with a smile. You felt your heart beat race fast but not in a threatening way. It was beating in a lovey-dovey way.

"I'm Y/N by the way." You said with a smile back. He chuckled and looked into your eyes. His eyes were so pure and beautiful that you felt like you can stare at them all day and night.

"I'm Sami nice to meet you Y/N." He said while shaking your hand. Even his hands were enough to make you faint. They were warm and not sweaty at all. To you, Sami was so perfect and you were wondering if you can stay longer at the party to talk to him.

"If you want Sami, we could hang out somewhere else maybe upstairs where there are fewer people." You said while still maintaining eye contact with him. Sami smiled and took your hand and led you upstairs to a bedroom. You assumed it was his because he seemed too comfortable walking in. In the room, Sami closed the door behind him and sat on the bed next to you. In the corner of his room, there was a single bass guitar.

"You play bass?" You asked while pointing at the bass in the room. Sami smiled and stood up and walked to the bass. He picked up the bass and held it in his arms. He played a few cords and smiled.

"Yeah, I do, in fact, I'm in a band actually," Sami said with such pureness in his voice, which caused you to blush a little. Then you chuckled and said, "Can you play a song for me?" Sami looked up and blushed. He nodded and held his bass in his hands and played a couple notes from a song you didn't recognize. You listened while he played. You were impressed by how he can play. It was nice and smooth and catchy. After the song was over, Sami looked up to see your reaction. You were smiling widely while blushing. You clapped your hand to applaud him on his song.

"Whoo yeah! That sounded amazing. What song is that?" You asked with your arms crossed across your chest. Sami looked down again and smiled. "It's a song me and my bandmates were writing but we haven't released it yet." You were amazed by his bass playing. "You should release it, it sounds great!" You said with a smile. Sami walked over to sit next to you. You can tell he was blushing because of your comment. "You really think so?" Sami said while caressing your hand. You looked down then back up at Sami.

"Yeah, I really think so." You said. Sami then gently grabs your chin and pulls you in closer to him. You closed your eyes, and soon your lips met with Sami's. His lips were soft just like you assumed. Then the kiss deepened and soon Sami's hands were on your thigh gently caressing them. You pulled away and looked at Sami. Sami was still blushing while having his hand on your thighs. You leaned in for another kiss until you heard a loud voice calling out your name.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? We gotta go now!" One of your friends called out. You sighed and looked at Sami. Sami looked kinda sad you had to go, but you assured him that he'd see you again.

"Don't be sad, you'll see me again. Sami." You said with a wide smile. Sami stood up and held your hands. He looked like he wanted you to stay longer with him but unfortunately, you had to go. Then an idea popped into your head. On a nearby table in the room, there was a pen and paper. You walked over to the pen and paper and wrote your phone number on it. Then you ripped that small portion you wrote on and handed it to Sami. Sami smiled and opened it.

"Call me kultaseni." You said while walking to him. You stood in front of him for a few seconds and then you gently pulled him in for one last kiss before you left. Then you walked out the door while turning to look at him. Sami's face was bright like a tomato. And he had a slight lipstick stain on his lips from your kiss. Your friends saw you coming down the stairs with smeared lipstick.

"What the hell happened to you? I thought parties weren't your thing." One of your friends said as you got into the car. You giggled and smiled while looking down at your lap. The thought of Sami made you want to get out more to see him.

"Well, I guess parties aren't so bad after all." You said with a slight giggle in your voice while wiping the smeared lipstick off your face

[phantasmalnightmare]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Calamity or Phantasma.

pronouns — She/her.

preferred comms — Discord or Tumblr IMs. Either is fine. I'm a shy bean, so I'm not good at messaging people in ooc really, but it's not that I don't like you or anything! Just me being awkward as hell.

name of muse — I have a few, but I'd say the main ones I use are Gundham, Junko, Bakugo, Mikey, and Fubuki. I use Benedikta a lot on a different account.

experience in RP — Since 2003, so it's been 20 freaking years now of on and off RP life. Feeling old now. I started on xanga as Bankotsu from Inuyasha. It was a lawless RP land back then. Everyone god modded and one lined, but it was a grand time. My Bankotsu got so many of those sacred jewel shards.

best experiences — I have many. The first days of RP were certainly some of them. I actually met quite a few people from RP in RL. I would say the best of the best was when I met a group of Danganranpa RPers on anirp, and we did different story-lines all together. The one guy made up stories and events for the characters. I was Gundham. We also did the despair storyline which I think was my favorite, because I was able to do despair Gundham and made such a great backstory and I got so many compliments from the group on how I portrayed him(I guess he was pretty similar to the joker according to some.) I got my own event where i tried to kill all the other remnants with my animal army. We also did a really fun persona storyline. I got to be the fem p3 protag and had a love triangle with Shinji and Akihiko. ;) There was some drama with the group, and the leader talked a lot of crap cause I was busy and missed a lot of events though, so I ended up leaving.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — My number one is the one thing I will block you for: If you ask for a starter and then never reply. I have very little time to write and I can't stand people wasting my time. Another is drama of course. I come to RP as an escape, not for more stress. It also annoys me if someone posts a starter call and I like it, but get ignored. Why did you follow me back if you don't want to RP?

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Fluff and angst are by far my two favorite genres. I love the corny, romantic slow burn more than anything. Romance is dead irl and I need some kind of fantasy outlet since I'm a hopeless romantic. I also just love angst cause it causes conflict and helps the characters develop, and I just live for the drama. Besides, after the hurt, comes the comfort. My other favorite genre is dark. I love writing dark things. Junko is a good outlet for that, and I'd love to write despair Gundham sometimes. Also Dark Mikey. Smut, I'm pretty good at writing it, but I need a solid storyline and a slow burn romance that leads up to it. Except maybe for Junko.

plot or memes — I honestly usually just wing stuff haha. I've posted memes but people generally don't send them to start new storylines with me. Since I'm shy, I don't typically approach people to try and plot either v.v But both are great when they happen.

long or short replies — I prefer stuff typically on the longer side(If you can't tell by my blog). I would say my typical replies are 3 paragraphs or so, but I can go longer. I really like to flesh out my muses and their thoughts. I don't expect people to keep up though.

best time to write — Weekends by far. Lately I haven't had time to do anything on my weekdays. Work has been crazy busy so I haven't been able to use the work computer for replies. I work two jobs and commute over 2 hours everyday, (and go to the gym 3 days a week), so I just don't have much time for anything during the week.

are you like your muse — I typically do characters that are vastly different from myself, because I feel like that's the most fun for me. Some similarities though:

I love animals(I'm a vet assistant), and I typically dress goth/alt like Gundham

I tend to be impulsive like Mikey

I'm quite air headed, ditzy, and naive like Fubuki(Not to that extreme at least, but a little bit.)

I tend to be logical, cold, and distant like Makoto. I'm also terrible at asking for help, feeling I have to be the rock and do everything myself. I have to always be strong for everyone else, and never show any weakness.

I have a really rough past full of abuse like Benedikta, and am always fighting an internal darkness.

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess(Thank you!) Tagging: @nuravity and you reading this right now.

[ob4yme]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier!

name: jadzia :)

pronouns: they/them (they/she is acceptable if you're a very close friend of mine.)

preference of communication: discord! i am very bad at responding to dms here.

name of muse: the master (koschei etc etc) <3

experience/how long (months/years?): oh god like eight years this april EW

best experience: the people i've met in this rpc, honestly. i feel like part of a community here and i'm very grateful.

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: you know... i used to have a long list but i'm too old and tired these days. we're all here to have fun. the only thing i really can't stand is when a partner godmods me or assumes my muse's motivations.

muse preference (fluff, angst or smut?): this is not a particularly fluffy character lol. i enjoy both of the other types listed equally tbh!

plots or memes: i tend to hoard memes and very rarely respond to them, so plotting all the way with me. a plotted dynamic heightens the chances that i can actually respond to your memes, and that i'll send you some of my own!

long or short replies: semi-para is my sweet spot. sometimes i can be pushed to novella and one-liners have their place! i just default to semi most often, it's my comfort length.

best time to write: it's very sporadic but usually evenings (mst) are good for me.

are you like your muse: more than i would like to admit i think. i've actually cried when threading on here before because she wants so badly to be and do better and it's hard and it hurts and the guilt feels like it's swallowing her sometimes but she's pushing through it and that's.... uh. yeah. lmao.

tagged by: stole

tagging: you :)

[crazycatfaery]

A wonderful morning from your holiday anon. I'm here with, you guessed it, more questions! of all 13 eps which one is your favorite? which 3 things would you change about season 2? do you have 3 favorite fanfic tropes?

Omg hi anon!!! So happy to hear from you again! 😄💚

So sorry for my late reply, but it turns out you stumped me with the first two questions this time, so I went and rewatched the whole series with a notebook and pen in hand (I had to go through all the feels again because of this, how dare you! /affectionately).

My favourite episode: OMG WHAT. I can't choose just one! I liked the first episode of S1, because its an introduction of all the characters, and I like that Farah is in there a lot. I also like the last episode of S1, apart from the fact that Farah gets forced into her nap. My favourite scene is in that episode, with Farah opening up to Bloom and them hugging 🥺. But then I also really like episode 6 of S2, even though that's when we say goodbye to Farah. The whole conversation between Stella and Luna, Bloom's stasis dream with Aisha's words, Farah freeing her after wiping her tear...just, ugh 😭❤️. The problem is that I have things I love and things I don't in every episode of the show, so picking only one is so hard! The best I can do is narrow it down to S1Ep6 and S2Ep6 (hah, both episode 6), which are equally high up my list.

Three things I'd change about S2: Ooh are you ready because I have THOUGHTS.

Saul's emotionless reaction to the mention of Farah by Terra. Like, what the heck was that?? I already have a couple HC explanations for it, but I would've much preferred the addition of a small scene where we see a hint of him breaking down or very obviously keeping in his emotions (like punching a tree and then pretending everything is fine while someone looks at him with sad eyes, maybe Sky? *takes note of this for future fic*) to signal that he does, in fact, know about her death and DOES care a GREAT deal! I'm very passionate about this as you can tell.

Bloom and Rosalind's "fight". I don't like how Rosalind just kind of... stands there while Bloom gets ready to flambé her into a crispy piece of chicken. Couldn't they at least have done a little exchange of magical blows or something? Rosalind trying to attack Bloom (futile attempts ofc but still)? At the very least make it so Rosalind doesn't feel so weak in that moment. She's supposed to be a powerful fairy, more than Farah! I actually jumped on this scene for the fix-it event this year, and wrote THIS fic, if you haven't read it yet and want to know more about what I'd change. I even go more in-depth in the comments.👀

The pacing. Most of this season felt rushed. Maybe it would've helped if they'd added another episode and stretched it out a bit (as they initially promised), maybe they should've ended the season with Rosalind's crispyness so they would've had more room for all the previous storylines that season. Then again, we wouldn't have had that final goodby of Farah, unless the show did actually get renewed, in which case they could've scrapped that whole bit and just have Farah come back because Eve Best's filming schedule would've possibly alined better (wishful thinking, I know). Overall, I feel there were a lot of things left out that could've been told, and weren't because they focused on rushing towards Bloom going to the Dark Realm.

Three favorite fanfic tropes: Good god I have to breathe for a minute after that rant😂. I'm glad you put a positive question after that one!

I like to read all sorts of stuff, but the tropes I gravitate towards the most are: Fix-it fics (or canon-divergence AU), because of obvious reasons. Angst/fluff (or hurt/comfort?) fics, because I love me some angst as long as it has a happy ending (although sometimes I like a bittersweet ending too, if I need a good cry). And lastly I love Mutual Pining, because what else would I have my two favorite idiots do?❤️

I hope I understood this question correctly, because I always confuse tropes, genre's and styles? Have a few bonus ones I also enjoy, for if I actually got it wrong: There was only one bed, Five times fic, Missing Scene, and Friends to lovers.

[lavender-long-stories]

Spoilers for Lavender Letters Chapter 1

It seems like we joked a little too close to the sun, my friend.

For context to anyone reading this Nari (@nikandrros) came up with the concept of this story while talking about Hidan and Hinata's relationship in Lavender Clouds. I have done several Akatsuki Character x Hinata stories since and the question was basically 'When is Hidan getting one?'

We started joking about it until I had too much plot for it to be a joke anymore. Everyone, thank her for her unhinged.

I know I already told you but I'm going to say it again: RATED M FOR MURDER!!!!!!!

This is a tag on originally a tag on the AO3 story because I thought it was funny. It's not rated M for mature themes, just the murder.

I love and I live for every single Neji you write because all of them are such grandmothers

Neji is the nosey older brother we all need in our lives.

"She had long since learned to read chicken scratch, or maybe he just got better with time." Yes, give me Hinata getting snarkier and snarkier after every interaction with Hidan, I so want to see it.

Hinata on a new brand of done with his shit before the ever meet in person.

I love Hidan's character because being either canon or fanon, I never know if he is insane or very, very sane. It fits him being insane if you're thinking about it like a normal person, but it also fits his personality to be very aware of everything and decide to go apeshit just because. Is he actually insane for thinking what he is doing is okay? This is a nice topic to think about and analyse, I think. Anyway, I stand with Hinata's canceled husband.

Hinata's canceled husband. XD

I actually like to think I got a nice blanced of Hidan being an unhinged weirdo and endearing as a male lead. I was worried I wouldn't be able to do it.

I think it's cute how Hidan waits for Hinata's letters like a dog waiting for the owner.

He wants attention too. Murder boi wants his letters damn it.

"He didn’t really care how she looked. It would make the mental picture more complete." Peak long-distance relationship dynamic, if you ask me.

Is this my long-distance relationship trope fic?

1. She already knows the worst of him, everyone knows the worst of him, but at least she isn't actively trying to fix him. And this is something I always say means love, that when someone knows you at your worst and about how horrible you can be and still chooses you, it means something. Not having to impress or scare someone off really lifts something off of you, I think. It's nice to be seen and tolerated, if not accepted.

I don't really like the 'I can fix him.' I very much prefer the 'he will fix himself when he find something worth it' or 'I love him the way he is. even if he is a pain in the ass'

They talked a lot. A lot, a lot. They talked so much Hinata could print a fucking book if she wanted. And Hidan just let it happen ¯_(ツ)_/¯ It seems the prude girl is getting to you, Hidan.

At what point did he think he was in too deep?

"Kakuzu liked one thing in life, money. It’s what got him in prison in the first place. An embezzlement case. He wasn't embezzling. He killed the man embezzling from him." Can't say he was wrong so I won't say it :D

Embezzlement -> murder pipeline

Lavender Letters Pairing: Hidan x Hinata Rating: M for Violence and Strong Language

Description: Hinata signs up for a prison pen pal program and is assigned to Hidan, a serial killer known for his brutal murders. Hinata becomes friends with him despite his crass nature. And, oh yeah, they kill her father.

Tags:  Romance  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort  |  No Relationship Abuse  |  Happy Ending  |  Alternate Universe - Modern Setting  |  Prison Pen Pals  |  Serial Killer

[starlightandfairies]

Ahoy! ~Steve Harrington~

Description: Steve comforts the reader after the reader is ditched by friends at the mall.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view, F/F = Favourite flavour

Word Count: 1,244

I giggled with a group of my friends as we entered Scoops Ahoy! Ice cream honestly was the best but I always hated asking for the flavour I wanted, no matter what it was, they all stared at me oddly. As I went to order ice creams for all of us, a frown formed on my lips seeing that they all had ditched me to hang out with some other guys and girls. With a huff, I turned back to the counter and jumped seeing Robin standing there. 

"You don't need them anyway, your usual?" I nodded, giving a sad smile and paid for the sugary treat. I sat in a secluded booth, stuffing my face with scoops of my F/F and wallowing in my own self-pity. I looked at Steve as he sat across from me, placing another bowl of my F/F ice cream in front of me and the boy just stared at me. 

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, taking off his hat and placing it on the table. I nodded, sighing knowing Robin would've spilt the beans and did this in her attempts to comfort me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, I really wasn't it hurt that they ditched me for others and didn't even have the decency to tell me that they were leaving. Steve placed his hat on my head, then took my hands into his and gave a small smile. 

"You don't need to lie." He whispered, I chuckled dryly, appreciating his consideration and concern. 

"I don't know, it's just... I just wished they'd tell me if they're ditching, I mean... it's a nice thing to do but they can't do that for me and it's frustrating. I don't have a job, nowhere will hire me and I just want to give up on trying, you know?" 

"You're too good for them, come and join me and my merry band of misfits. You'll love it, then you can work here with me and Robin. It's great, you'll love it and you're already rocking the sailor hat. I'll hire you! I don't care what they say, you're perfect for the job and for working here." Steve took my hand, dragging me up and to the backroom of the store. He stared at me for a moment, before handing me a uniform and pointing to the bathroom. I walked in, quickly changed and blushed slightly as Steve did his best to boost my confidence, by clapping and cheering loudly. The boy hugged me, telling me I didn't need to worry about anything and that he had everything under control.

Steve always did his best to make sure that everything worked in my favour and that I was happy with how everything was and I wasn't he'd find a way to make it better. That certainly didn't help with my feelings for him, Robin knew, telling me that I should just confess and that Steve liked me back but that little nagging voice told me that it was her just trying to be nice and reassure me of what was going on. Steve swapped our hats over, fixing the one on my head and laughed slightly as I stood on the chair to fix up his hat for him. He was taller than me and so this was the easiest way. 

"I hate that this hides my best feature." 

"You're an idiot if you think that your hair is your best feature," I mumbled, knowing he heard it and I continued to speak to him about his best features. 

"Your eyes play a big part in showing how you feel, it's a great thing because it shows girls that you're empathetic and we like that, then you have a nice smile and it honestly can make everyone feel better if they see it. When you smile, your eyes light up and it just gleams with happiness and energy. You're like a golden retriever puppy, so full of energy and happiness. Then your personality, it's perfect, you have a personality that girls would adore. You know, proper girls who actually want something aren't all about the looks, personality is usually what they'd prefer and you have a really attractive personality." Steve stared at me in shock for a few moments, he helped me down and I gave him a soft smile, I tucked the chair back in. Glancing at the boy as Steve started talking about what she was just talking about. 

"What, so you don't like the hair?" He asked jokingly, I shrugged, giving him a small smile and looked away for a moment before I looked back at him. 

"It's not the first thing I notice, I always acknowledge your personality first, I'm a personality-over-looks kind of girl. I think you need to give yourself more credit, the perfect girl won't be obsessed with your looks. You shouldn't be worried about your hair not showing off like a peacock, Steve you're great and you're perfect. Please, know that you don't need to flirt with those girls and you don't need to try and show off in the way that you are with them." 

"Thanks, Y/N, that means a lot." He kissed my forehead, staring at me in shock once he realised what he did, I stared at him flustered and giggled quietly as Steve didn't know how to react. 

"I'm sorry-" 

"It's fine, Steve, I don't mind," I reassured, doing a little twirl for Robin as she entered the room and giggled as she clapped for me. I actually liked the uniforms, they were cute and made me feel more confident in a weird way. Sure they were a little dorky, but they were perfect and made me all giddy, which makes no sense.

I went to walk out, just to go back to my probably half-melted ice cream but Steve shouted a couple of words. 

"Y/N! Could I take you out on a date?" He blurted out, I smiled happily, turning around to face him and blushed brightly. Steve chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at me. 

"Sure, that would be nice, thank you." I smiled softly, humming to myself quietly, a nervous habit of mine and it disappeared quickly as Steve started rambling about where he wanted to take me out and what I was comfortable with doing. We both agreed, on dinner and the movies. Which worked for both of us as we both had something that we wanted to do, Robin shot me a wink as Steve had his back turned, and I gaped at her knowing she knew something more or had something to do with this. I quickly spoke with the clumsy girl, needing to know what she knew. 

"Steve hasn't been flirting with any of the girls that have come in, he always makes sure that he serves you and pretty much begs me to let him get you what you want." It flattered me to hear this, I smiled softly as Steve did his work, serving the kids and ignoring the girls that flirted with him and only gave them repetitive retail worker care.