#request 649

[lostdrarryfics]

Sorry about the technical error on our end, request 649 with the following description:

649

Hello! There's this one fic i read some years ago i can't manage to find right now, it would be SO great if you guys could help me 🥲 So basically it's about Draco cursing his family name (Malfoy) because he wants to feel pain each time someone says it to it. So i think the fic starts with Draco working as a cafe barista in the human world and harry walks into the shop and calls him Malfoy, so the curse is kinda unlocked and Draco gets sick so he has to stay under surveillance in Harry's house

Has been found by @caffeinefics

The Sungrazing Comet by Snappy_Snippets, SzmaragDrac (35k, E)

[riki-dazed]

Riki can't help but shower you in hickies

suggestive · wc: 649 · requested

"Rikiiii—" you squirm beneath your boyfriend's large frame, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He hums in response to your whines, his actions against the side of your neck not slowing down in the slightest of ways; your noises only turning him on that much more.

What started as an innocent-enough make out session on your bed, has now taken a sudden turn for the.. better. After some playful bickering between the both of you, Riki managed to pin your figure against the mattress. His hands hold your wrists down by either sides of your head, his body practically laying on top of yours, not allowing you to escape him.

"So pretty for me," his breathy voice purrs beside your ear, soon before grazing his teeth lightly along it. "Wanna taste you..."

The tickling sensation sends you into a fit of quiet giggles beneath Riki, he returns you a sultry smile, his lips now trailing along the skin on your jaw. His actions continue to follow down your neck, causing the playful expression on your face to twist into one that emits pure bliss, and pleasure.

The fact that you can feel him making small movements against your thigh, considering how close your bodies are pressed against one another's, doesn't help your overly flustered situation at all.

Riki's soft lips trace the contours of your neck, as he leaves traces of his warm saliva behind. Feeling his wet kisses against your skin causes you to arch your back off the mattress, your chest meeting his in the process.

He settles his lips on a spot right beneath the back of your jaw, knowing exactly where you like having him. The needy boy wastes no time in beginning to make out with the delicate skin, muffled moans escape his mouth as he starts to suck on it shortly afterwards. He lets go of one of your wrists, his hand now cupping the side of your face, holding you in place for him as he continues sucking on the opposite side.

"Fuck, baby—" you barely manage to utter beneath your breath as your freed hand gravitates towards his hair, your fingers grasping the strands at the back of his head. "Mm, r-right there."

With a final kiss against your skin, and tauntingly slow lick along it, Riki slightly lifts his head back up. His gaze stays focused on the obvious mark his mouth has left behind on you, he can't help but admire it for a short moment.

Feeling a sudden longing for Riki's lips to be back on your skin, you guide his head back down to where you need it. Your fingers, yet again, tug at the strands of his hair at the feeling of having him graze his teeth along your neck. You tilt your head back, surrendering yourself to him completely.

"Does that feel good?" his low tone speaks against your skin. "Hm?"

Feeling lightheaded, your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth again at his question, "Mhm." The smile on his face only grows cockier at your breathy reply.

Riki helps you remove your top before moving his actions to your chest. With the both of your hands now being free of his grasp, you take the opportunity to tug his muscle tee off too, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere across the bed.

He lifts himself off your body, straddling your thigh, as one of his knees settle in-between the both of your thighs. Riki looks down at your figure, admiring you through his hooded eyes. He had become an artist, you, his masterpiece. A canvas for him to leave his marks of desire all over.

As he continues to eye your chest, the newly scattered marks he's left across it causes something within his sweatpants to twitch.

...

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[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: You know what, y/n?

y/n: no

princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!

y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that

princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??

y/n: keyword: shitty car

princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)

y/n: yeah sure..

princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.

y/n: it’s way too early for this shit

princess george: Blahblahblah🙄

y/n: 💀 george i’m busy

princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??

y/n: …

princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!

y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet

princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards

y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig

princess george: Finally!

princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?

y/n: p11❤️

princess george: And now realistically…

y/n: p6

princess george: Thanks.

y/n: and what are the drawbacks?

princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.

y/n: absolutely not

princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?

y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀

princess george: Okay fair enough

princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h

y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad

princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?

y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)

princess george: Lovely as always

[ seen 12:03pm ]

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥

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user471 was a close call but congratulations!

user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off

user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀

user425 so happy for you!

user65 it should’ve been carlos

charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥

georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉

charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉

user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶

yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them

georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…

y/n: 😐

princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁

y/n: what if i were suicidal.

princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.

y/n: fuck you.

princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊

y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!

princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.

y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”

princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!

y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀

[ seen 4:20pm ]

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16

tagged: charles_leclerc

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user47 dayuumm🤭

user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭

yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥

landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.

urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms

yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉

landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀

user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀

user164 yep we all saw that💀💀

yourusername

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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)

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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF

lewishamilton already on repeat🔥

user25 i cried my eyes out to this.

landonorris this is a BANGER

user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: HPW COULD YOU

y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??

princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.

y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID

princess george: Uhmmm nope.

y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS

y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT

y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀

y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY

princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢

y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing

princess george: Oops?

princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.

y/n: are you fucking serious

princess george: It was an accident.

y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF

princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.

y/n: you did directly say that💀

y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you

princess george: Should I be worried..?

y/n: definitely.

y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one

princess george: Make it 20…

y/n: george. what do you mean.

princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!

princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1

y/n: oh no

f1wags

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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!

Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.

The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.

But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.

The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.

So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!

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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business

user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!

user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀

user375 who tf is this blondie

user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife

user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: 💀💀💀

princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..

y/n: good, you should💀

y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now

princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.

y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol

princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!

y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over

princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉

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[fishii-writes]

headaches - sae itoshi

paring: sae x gn!reader

cw: fluff, comfort, reader has the headache, sae might be ooc

a/n: lowkey rlly self indulgent. this was meant to be a shidou fic but he's wayyy to ooc for something this soft 😭 🙏🏽 anyways hope you enjoy!! the other requests are still in progress, this was just a little side project i wanted to finish lol.

word count: 649

best paired with: apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

A piercing pain feels like it's pounding through your skull, and to say the least, it hurts. If it being a sharp pain wasn’t enough, it kept moving through different parts of your head, so you’re unable to sleep or get rid of the pain. Your hands messily tangle through your hair, in desperate hopes to soothe the pain with some pressure. But even if you could apply enough pressure, it wouldn’t help. It simply was a pain you couldn’t pinpoint as to how to fix it or why it was even occurring. 

You had excused yourself to the bathroom a few minutes earlier, since the pain only kept growing stronger by the passing minute. Today was meant to be your day with your boyfriend, since he never really got days off from soccer. It had been a while since you got time together, and yet here you are, locked in the bathroom of your shared apartment. You can hear the movie playing from the lounge room, the sounds muffled. 

You sit down on the closed seat of the toilet, your head in your hands as you try remembering techniques that people had said cure headaches. At this point, it didn’t even have to cure it, it just had to be bearable enough to spend the rest of the night in his arms. As you slowly inhale a shaky breath, your concentration is interrupted by a soft knock on the door, followed by a voice nearly as soft.

“Hey, are you okay?”

A voice that belongs to none other than Sae Itoshi. Your Sae Itoshi. You stay silent, not wanting to worry him if you tell him about your headache. But staying silent would worry him, too. You sigh, standing back up and opening the door.

“Yeah, all good. Just… don’t worry about it,” you flash him a small smile, intertwining your fingers together. “Let’s keep watching the movie, okay?”

You can see the hesitance and suspicion on his face as you start walking back to the lounge room, but you try ignoring it. You know you won’t get this chance again for a while, so you want to make the most of it. 

The two of you settle down on the couch again, unpausing the movie you had long forgotten the plot of. The pain in your head just kept getting worse, the pounding almost making you think Sae could feel it on his shoulder. You uncomfortably shift a bit, hoping the pain will go away if you don’t think about it. But how could it go away if you’ve lost all focus on the movie, and nothing else can distract you?

Time ticks away, your eyes straining a bit from the growing pain from your head. Just before you’re ready to call it quits, Sae sighs. Loudly, at that.

“You suck at lying. C’mere, lay down,” he pats his lap, gesturing for you to lay your head down.

Hesitantly, you lay down, facing him rather than the tv. His calloused hands seem so gentle, almost like cotton, against the side of your face. The tips of his fingers find their way into your hair, tangling themselves in the strands of your soft hair. Slowly, he rubs your scalp, in hopes to soothe your pain a bit. You find yourself relaxing, your shoulders becoming less stiff and your eyes fluttering shut.

“Feel better?” he softly asks, fingertips still trying to ease the pain that burdens your head. You hum, eyes shut. A small, just barely visible, smile tugs at the corners of his lips, as he leans down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Stupid, tell me next time.” you scoff softly in response, in a teasing way. He rolls his eyes jokingly, pressing a kiss to your lips as well. He can feel your smile on his lips, as can you feel his.

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[pokeberry5]

saw that you're taking comic redraws requests and!! i was wondering if you'd be interested in this one (from detective comics #649)?

i really like steph's old costume!! also her dialogue here is so good

[ms--lobotomy]

40k Lion being an an absolute freak. A slutty old man. A whore. Anything will do really.

Normally I don't answer requests while they're closed, but @kit-williams has a long overdue birthday gift involving Lion of either type. I was already going to do 40k Lion, but this is the kick in the ass I needed to finally write the fic. Thank you, Anon!

Summary: Lion reunites with an old lover.

Word Count: 649

Content Warnings: This one's real soft but like. Armor kink and breeding and vague NSFW

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You were going to become a mother. At least, that's what he had promised you. Before Horus lost his mind, before the man you loved vanished without so much as telling anyone where he'd gone. Ten thousand years had gone by. Despite your nature as a Perpetual, it was a long and accursed wait for something that might not even happen. Ten thousand years, and you'd not given up for a day.

Someone who'd been the lover of a Primarch would have had to go into hiding for the foreseeable future. So hide you did, moving from planet to remote planet and never staying for more than a few Earthen years. It was late at night while you worked. The noises you heard were like small earthquakes, but rhythmic as one thump superseded another. Right after the last one, you heard a knock.

"Shouldn't you be...?" you asked, words failing you.

"What in the galaxy do you mean?" you heard a familiar voice respond.

It all clicked in your mind. Perhaps the footsteps of a Primarch were so unfamiliar to you nowadays, so otherworldly that you'd mistaken them for something else. You hadn't looked out of any windows, but you saw a familiar shade of green. And you'd recognize the voice anywhere, if it was a little huskier and a little more worn.

"Lion?"

"Indeed," he replied, "now if you could invite me in, that would be quite welcome."

You tilted your head. He was never one to announce his presence, and the Lion you knew would open the door himself if he'd wanted to see you. Oh, well, you've reasoned with yourself. Most people change in ten thousand years. As you approached the door, you saw the familiar etchings in his verdant armor. You opened it and craned your neck up to look at him.

"You've aged," you said softly as he ran a hand along your cheek. His wrinkles were far more pronounced, and his hair was silver instead of the blonde you remembered. His forest-green eyes were the same, and he made rare eye contact with you as the crows feet grew deeper with his smile.

His smile widened. "You haven't," he replied, kneeling down. He slipped a hand behind your knees and lifted you up, his armor cold against your skin.

You relaxed. Despite the metal armor, his hold was as comfortable as your remember. He stood up. You hadn't felt that rush of air in a long while. You were now higher above the ground than you were tall.

He lifted you to his mouth, and you bared your neck as he pressed kiss after soft kiss into it. His whiskers were still rough against your skin, but that was a welcome feeling after going so long without it. Your eyes met again, and you let out a light giggle.

"I've missed you," he mumbled before resuming his activity.

"I've..." you started. How were you even going to begin to describe how you felt, those ten thousand years of sleepless nights waiting for him? That empty feeling of waiting, of not knowing whether your efforts were for nothing. Relief didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. "I've missed you t-!"

He set you down and knelt before you again, pressing his lips onto yours and pressing you into the side of your house. The straps of your sundress were pushed up and to the side, and your eyes widened as his closed. After a minute, he pulled away.

"Too soon?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"N, no," you whimpered. You made no effort to pull the straps of your dress back up, thanking your lucky stars that you had no neighbors.

"Good," he said. "Now, help me take off my armor. I want to keep my promise to you."

"What-?"

"You're going to become a mother when I'm done with you."

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Ask The Question

Outcome 3 x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 3: Drinking Game

Summary: Truth or dare?

A/N: Opps, this is basically fluff. Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for saving my butt and beta-ing again!

Warnings: fluff, teasing, drinking, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 649

You take a shot, the whiskey burns your throat. You can’t remember if it’s your fourth or fifth, your tolerance having been consistently burned down during the course of the evening. 

There’s a pleasant buzz at the back of your head.

He chuckles, his dark eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to answer that one.” 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so relaxed, without every single muscle tensed, posed and ready to strike.

You pull a face, “I have my reasons.”

“Which are?” Amusement dances in his expression.

You pause then shake your head. “Nope.” 

“That’s unfair.” 

“Is not.” 

He shifts a little closer to you on the floor, pressing his arm against yours, “Is too.”

Outside the wind is howling, the night dark and cold. 

The light from the fire plays across his skin dreamily. 

“I took my shot.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m playing by the rules.”

He tuts playfully, “How is, ‘Are you interested in anyone right now?’ so difficult to answer?”

“You can’t trick me, mister. I’m still not gonna tell you, besides it’s your turn.” 

“Fine.” He gives you an eyebrow raise and then pretends to think. “Truth.”

You pout at him for a second and then grin wickedly. “Are you interested in anyone right now?” 

He snorts.

“See?” You gloat. “Not so chatty now are you?” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“The answer’s yes.” He gives you a smug smile. “Your turn.”

“What?” You splutter. “Who?” 

“It’s your turn.” 

“Hey-”

“Rules are rules,” he nudges your shoulder again, “and it’s your turn.”

You sigh dramatically. “Alright…” You know he’s going to ask something similar again, and again if you say truth until you’re too tipsy not to answer honestly. You swallow. 

Part of you wishes he wasn’t so beautiful, wasn’t so charming. That you weren’t hopelessly head over heels in love with him. 

But he obviously had someone he had eyes on. You tried not to let the disappointment that was tearing at your insides show. 

“Dare.” You finally say. 

“A kiss.” He speaks so softly you think you must have misheard.

“Sorry?” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, breathless.

“A kiss,” he repeats, leaning closer until he can brush his nose against yours. 

“I…” You don’t know what to do, what to say, your mind racing and also unhelpfully blank. 

He reaches up slowly and lightly touches your cheek in a silky sweet contact. Your skin buzzes, practically hums where his fingers brush against you. 

“A kiss.” He says a third time, barely moving his lips this time as he tilts his head to the side and closes the gap. 

He kisses you softly, gentle and sweet like he doesn’t want to break you, but he groans when your lips move against his. His touch on your cheek grows firmer, his fingers slide down to cradle the back of your neck as he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip. 

This can’t be real, can’t be happening. You’d had too much to drink and passed out on the stupidly plush carpet. 

He hums against you, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding as he licks into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own. He tastes like the whiskey and that stupid lemon you’d dared him to eat six rounds ago. 

His lips are softer than you expected, but as skilled and firm as you’d daydreamed of.

When he finally pulls back he keeps his eyes closed, a soft lovesick smile on his face. 

You swallow nervously, all words empty from your mind.  

“You can ask me that truth now.” He says softly, his hand still on your neck, tracing soft circles along your skin that makes you shiver deliciously and ache with want. 

“I…who are you interested in?” You finally stammer out, getting lost in his dark eyes. 

He kisses you again, lightly and whispers against your lips. “You, dummy.”

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Mom! Wandanat with a teen daughter reader who is going through her rebellious phase? Sneaking out, watching raunchy shows, ect but in reality she’s still a mama’s girl

Teenage phase

Summary: At the end of the day, nothing is more important than moms.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 649

a/n: I’m slowly (but surely) working through my requests :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse

She glances behind her one last time, making sure the door is closed, before swinging her legs to the other side. She grabs the metal ladder next to her window, climbing on top of it. Closing the window, Y/N starts going down until she can jump down to the ground.

With a giggle, Y/N jogs to her friend’s car and gets inside the passenger seat. “Hi.” She grins widely, dropping her bag to her feet.

“Hey, girl.” Her friend starts the car. “You got out without being noticed?”

Y/N scoffs. “I don’t think I can do anything without my moms noticing, but, they didn’t stop me.”

“I guess that’s the best you can do with spy parents.” The friend puts the radio on. “What’d you bring?”

“Some movies, new season of the show we’re watching and snacks.” Y/N digs through her bag, showing them to her friend. “Your favorite candy.” She shakes the plastic bag of sweets with a grin on her face.

“That’s why you’re my favorite.”

For hours, Y/N and her friend have been watching movies their parents wouldn’t allow them to see. They’re staying at a third friend’s house, whose parents are a lot more laid back and doesn’t mind the extra people coming in and out of the house in the middle of the night.

A phone starts ringing, making all of them groan and complain as they try to find out which phone it is. “It’s mine!” Y/N shouts, holding up her phone. “Shit, it’s my mom. What’s the time?”

“Six.”

“Christ.” Y/N answers the phone. “Hey, mom.” Her voice is cheery, though tired from being up all night.

“Hey, where are you?” Natasha’s voice comes through the phone.

“In my room, of course.”

Natasha grins, staring at the empty room in front of her. “Okay. Mind bringing some milk on your way to the kitchen? We’re out and I’m feeling like pancakes for breakfast.”

“Got it.” Y/N ends the call and turns to her friends. “I have to go, will you drive me? We need to go to the store on the way.”

“Can’t you stay? Your mom has to know you’re not home, so what’s a few more hours?”

“I can’t stay, because my mom needs milk for pancakes.” Y/N grabs her bag, stuffing all her things in there. “We can continue later. Keep the movie until then.”

“You do everything your mom says.” The friend sighs, but stands up and gets ready to leave.

She giggles. “Of course, they’re my moms.”

Y/N jogs to the side of the house and starts climbing up the ladders. On top, she opens the window and jumps in. Quickly, she changes into her nightwear and grabs two cartons of milk from her backpack.

Humming, she walks down the stairs and straight to the kitchen. “Here’s the milk you asked for.” Y/N sets the cartons on the table, right in front of Natasha.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Natasha resta her elbows on the table, staring at Y/N. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

Wanda slumps down the stairs, her eyes still half closed from tiredness. “Morning, baby.” She kisses the top of Y/N’s head. “Morning, honey.” She and Natasha kiss. “Why are you awake so early.”

Y/N yawns and points at Natasha. “I woke up when mom left for her run.”

“Natasha, you have to stop being so loud so early in the morning.” Wanda lectures with a shake of her head as she goes to get the ingredients for pancakes.

“Right, I’m so loud.” Natasha raises her brows and looks at Y/N, who only shrugs with a grin.

[magicalbuttertarts]

heyyy, will you write for Taylor Rotunda/Bo Dallas/Uncle Howdy?

if yes, how about being Taylor’s girlfriend(also a wrestler) but not part of the Wyatt Sick6 and Chad Gable decides to bring Taylor’s girlfriend into their feud? maybe she even ends up injured because of Gable and the Creed Brothers?

thanks🫶

WWE Masterlist

Daydream

Bo Dallas/Uncle Howdy x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: mentions someone getting hurt, but no descriptive fights. Mentions black eye, blood, & broken arm.

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it.

Gifs do not belong to me: @mxmoth

WC: 649

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Charles - Chad, Drew - Brutus, Jacob - Julius, Samuel - Dexter

Today started out just like any other day.

My girlfriend and I got to the venue as we always like to get a layout of the place, even more so if the place has been renovated.

After a kiss goodbye, she went and joined Chelsea, and I went off to find Samuel, but I kept an eye out for Chad and his two cronies, Drew and Jacob.

I have gotten word that she would be brought into our feud, even though we agreed to keep our loved ones out of the feud.

When I told her what I heard, all she said to me was, "I'll be fine baby. They have been good so far."

But how wrong she was.

I was with Samuel, going over tonight's strategies, when I heard the sound of people running.

I saw what looked to be paramedics being shown where to go.

Then I heard my name being called over the PA. I followed behind the paramedics, with Samuel right behind me, and what I saw will forever be seared into my mind.

My girlfriend, sitting up against the wall her arm bent at an odd angle, blood pouring from her nose, and what looked to be a black eye starting.

She had bruises on what looked to be all over her body.

All the voices and noise faded into the background as I slowly walked towards her, wishing that this was all a daydream and that she wasn't hurt.

Chelsea was standing off to the side, telling what happened.

"I walked out of the room to take an important phone call, and when I came back in, not even seven minutes later, I saw Samuel, Drew and Jacob standing over top her and she was covering her face..."

I zoned out after that, already hearing what I needed to hear.

I got down beside her, and touched her gently, and she flinched slightly.

"It's me baby." I told her.

She slowly turned her head to look at me.

"I am sorry. I should have protected you." I started to apologise even more, as she sat there and stared at me.

I could see all the pain and emotions on her face. She didn't deserve this. No one deserved this.

I felt a hand on my knee and I looked down to see it was her, and she squeezed my knee.

"You did not do this. They broke the agreement. No loved ones were to be involved."

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but we have to take her to the hospital now. Besides her arm, she may have a few broken ribs. She has to be checked out."

I got up and let the paramedics get her on the stretcher.

We walked down the hallway, to where the ambulance is, and I didn't look at anyone as we walked by.

Just as she was being placed in the ambulance, and I was going to join her in the back, she asked for a moment.

"You stay here and get back at them. Make them pay for what they did to me."

"But baby, I should be with you." I insisted, but she shook her head, no.

"I will be fine. You stay here with guys, and plan your revenge. Those three should know that this will not be pushed aside."

I leaned down and gently cupped her face, kissing her, muttering how much I love her.

Once she pulled back, she looked at me with so much love in her good eye.

"I love you to, Taylor."

I watched as the ambulance drove off. Not moving from my spot until I couldn't see it anymore.

Samuel stood next to me, waiting for to do or say something.

I crossed my arms across my chest. "We got work to do. This will not go unpunished. They hurt the woman I love, they will pay."

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @madhatterbri @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell

[helplessautomaton]

hii could request message 4 with Poe? pleaseee

4 (“i'm so glad you feel the same cause i refuse to leave you”)

personally loving the individual poe requests (even though the event is over) despite the little hard ships. sorry for my slowness im struggling here mentally but im trying!!

WC 649 // tws: average Y!poe being a tad bit creepy (nothing sexual dw)

The bookstore and library was your favorite place to visit, the quietness and overall tranquility kept bringing you back along with your preferred genre. The workers at the bookstore memorized your face, greeting you like you were one of their own. You really couldn't ask for more, everyone knew how to keep tight and not bother anyone. The bookstore was tiny and uneventful but it had all the right books you wanted and it kept drawing you back every time.

Other patrons of the bookstore were just as pleasant, your own personal wonderland. Recently a new person came in, the outfit worn was wildly different than any other usual clothing you’d seen. You only admired from afar, really it was all you could do for a man who stood out completely in a small store. It's hard not to gawk eyes at a man with a raccoon on his shoulders purring happily at his company. You don't remember how you got to talking with the man, he was pleasant as he could be. Much to your surprise you two got along fairly fast, you loved to talk about everything about the current book you were into that month. You got more out of the tiny bookstore when hanging out with the man, Poe alongside his best friend, Karl. hanging out and drinks were commonplace with the two of you, you didn't fear Poe. 

Yet with all the moments you hung out with him, it was hard to fully grasp all the complexities hidden within the man you spend every second with. His beautiful eyes swirling with admiration towards every detail about your figure then to a dark glimmer when it's anyone else near you. His endless rants were genuinely nice to listen to and you’d even asked questions to some of the rambled up words and plans he’d spit out comfortably with you. Clasping his hands together with a massive smile on his face as he rambled on more excitedly the two of you sharing ideas with each other. You never knew the full extent to the insanity you led him to during the first moments of ever meeting him.

The way your hair and eyes caught his heart enough to start twisting and distorting his very reality with every soft moment of yours. The multitude of letters piling up in a hidden away drawer, never to see any light ever since the first ink drop sealed on to the soft material. 

Your feelings came slowly, not yet in true love but enough to risk some of your wellbeing for him. Poe was glad you two never got interrupted often, his jealousy is an ugly beast that he couldn't let you see just yet. You’d understand no? Understand the burning love within his heart that could only burn because of you? Every late night spent feeling his mind slip away and every part of you filling the space up, every immoral thought of keeping you by his side forever. Every touch of his hands covering up his face at the mere thought of a simple kiss from your lips. It's driving him mad and there's no sign of stopping. But his question was answered when you asked him to stay just a little longer.

You confessed to him, full understanding if he wasn't interested but the barely contained whisper that left his mouth was all you wanted. “i-I’m so glad you feel the same ca-cause i refuse to leave you.”

The swirl of madness in his eyes only worsened and he took you by hand aggressively spouting nonsense in a state of flustered obsession. “I’ve wa-waited so long for this moment!”  He was so happy you loved him back! Now you won't ever leave him right? Won't go out of your way to leave the world he's building just for the two of you? Afterall you feel the same.

[lesbianjackies]

may i request some aaron warner content? something fluff, please!!

🌧️ rainy days 🌧️

aaron warner x gn!reader

word count: 649

warnings: uhhh slightly suggestive, use of pet names (love, sweetheart)

summary: you make warner go out in the rain with you.

taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @puppy-coded @starstruckwillows @sw34terw34ther @katsukis1wife @manyfandomsfanvergent @kingjuli3n

a/n: prompt from @liquidflyer; warner is autistic because i said so <3

“it’s just rain!” you laughed, spinning in a circle as your boyfriend hunched his shoulders uncomfortably. “it won’t kill you.”

aaron scoffed. “i know it won’t kill me, love. i just don’t like it.”

“why not?” you asked, pouting. “scared your pretty clothes’ll get all messed up?” you were just teasing, but you could tell you were right from the embarrassed look on aaron’s face. “aaron.” you marched toward him. “just have fun with me. your clothes will be fine—it’s just water. i need this,” you added quietly.

aaron’s expression softened. “okay,” he relented, voice gentle and quiet.

“besides,”—you smirked—“our clothes’ll be all wet and we’ll have to take them off.” you eyed him innocently. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, aaron?”

he flushed, just slightly, and you tried not to seem too pleased with yourself—not that it would make a difference with aaron’s energy. he was constantly making you flustered; it felt good to turn the tables. “yes,” he mumbled, and you grinned.

“c’mon.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a puddle. “jump!”

he raised an eyebrow. “jump?”

“mhm!” you nodded earnestly. “it makes the water splash all around you! it’s super fun.”

“no offense, love, but that does not sound like very much fun to me. it sounds like voluntarily soiling your clothing.”

“aaron!” you whined, shaking his arms.

“all right, all right!” he sighed.

“okay. one… two… three!” you jumped, rising high up in the air and bringing a splash of muddy water flying up in your wake. aaron hopped weakly in place, barely rising five inches. “that was pathetic,” you deadpanned.

“you’ve gotten mud on my clothes!” he said in reply.

you rolled your eyes. “they’ll wash, princess.” he pouted, an endlessly amusing expression to see on his face. “okay, okay, no more jumping.” aaron looked incredibly relieved. “i wanna do something else.”

“what, love?” he seemed nervous.

you twisted your lip, mildly embarrassed. “it’s a bit stupid…”

“come on, sweetheart, what is it that you want to do?” he asked softly. “you know i won’t judge you.”

a smile bloomed across your face. gosh, you loved him. you loved him even more when he called you sweetheart. “i wanna kiss in the rain,” you told him. “like in those old movies from before the reestablishment took over. it seems fun, or romantic, or something; i don’t know. i just wanna try it.”

aaron gave you a small smile. “okay. that’s not stupid, love. it sounds significantly more enjoyable than getting mud on my clothes.”

your already large smile exploded into a grin. “yay!!” you did a little jig to celebrate, and aaron laughed at you, but not unkindly. “okay, um, so—”

aaron cut you off, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. rain dripped into your slightly open mouths as your bodies grew closer and closer to each other. he lifted you up with ease, not disconnecting his mouth from yours for a second as you wrapped your legs around his torso.

you were breathless when you broke apart, staring at aaron with wide eyes. “i—”

“was that sufficient?” he asked before you could finish, brow furrowed in genuine concern. “did it live up to your expectations?”

“yes,” you replied, hardly breathing. “that was—that was—um, yes, it was sufficient.”

aaron nodded. “good. i quite enjoyed it as well.”

a grin broke out on your face. “good.”

“do you want to do it again?” he asked.

you shook your head. “nah. i have something else in mind.” you tugged at his shirt and he picked up on the hint, eyes wide.

“okay.” now he was breathless. he repositioned you in his arms so he was carrying you bridal-style and ran inside, rain flying off his suit and splashing up the from the ground.

[inaissante]

instagram au 🏎

A look into the insta life of the only female pilot on the grid !

warnings: reader is racing for red bull lol?

requested: yes/no

part 2

part 3

my masterlist

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your.username

Liked by redbullracing, lewishamilton and 1,057,265 others

your.username new season, new me

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redbullracing let's go! 👏🏎

alex_albon yup, show 'em sis

your.username that includes you, you know that, right?

alex_albon sadly, i do 😞

charles_leclerc ✨️

sebastianvettel gonna miss you, kiddo

your.username pretty sure that I'M gonna be the one missing my grid dad more 🫣

f1daily

Liked by your.username and 12,098 others

f1daily the newest collaboration??

y/n l/n and naomi shiff spoted filming some content together this thursday (16.03) on the jeddah circuit. 🤭

any words in defense @/your.username, @/naomishiff?

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user56 WHAT!? DREAM COME TRUE

user21 the collab we didn't see coming but we all desperately needed tbh

user14 Y/N LIKED THE POST 🙃

user78 can they answer and stop playing with my feelings, please?? 🙏

user11 i can smell the content cooking 🍳

your.username

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your.username thank you, silverstone!! you were amazing. 👏❤️‍🔥

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user789 what a win!! 🏆

georgerussel63 👏👏👏

redbullracing proud of you! 🙏

your.username 🙏🙏

user45 how could you not love her, damn

your.username love you too 😏

user45 THE QUEEN ANSWERED! I REPEAT, THE QUEEN ANSWERED!?

lewishamilton good job, kid!

Liked by your.username

user13 LET’S GO Y/N

your.username

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your.username me before and after i told lando "a few more glasses of champagne can't never be too bad"

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landonorris well, you looked pretty happy after those "a few more glasses of champagne" so who was i to judge you?

user1 😂😂😂

user22 at least you remembered lando tried to stop you?? 💁‍♂️

Liked by your.username

maxverstappen1 it was a struggle to get you back home

your.username was i really that disobedient?

y/nfan667

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y/nfan667 fav girl <33

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user55 y/n with kids 😍

redbullracing ☺️

user68 so cute

user4 when that little girl grows up, she would be over the moon bc she has a picture like that with y/n. i just know it.

user19 fav girl forever 💓

[positively-peachy-143]

dallas x early bird!reader? ilysm👹

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

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Just Like Heaven

Characters: Dallas Winston, Early Bird! GN! Reader

Ships: Dallas Winston/Reader

Tags: smoking, light kissing, fluffy stuff :>

Wk: 649

Dallas Winston has never been a morning person, and he never will be. You on the other hand adore mornings. You love the way the light streams in through your window at Buck’s, you love when it illuminates Dallas’ features. You get to see this side of him that no one else sees; peaceful, vulnerable, sleeping Dallas. Who would blame you for watching him? He was beautiful.

This morning the sky is particularly golden, making the strands of his dark hair light up, illuminating it in hues of hazel and gold. 

You take a sip of your coffee; black. It’s bitter, but a wonderful way to wake up. The steam is illuminated in the sunlight, rising in a steady stream from the chipped mug you’d manage to scrounge up downstairs. It had become a routine, making yourself coffee in the bar’s kitchen, maybe even breakfast for you and Dallas. Not this morning though, just coffee is fine for you. 

You’re interrupted from your thoughts when you feel an arm lazily tossed around your waist, hearing a familiar sleepy grumble from the lazy lump of a man beside you. It sounded like maybe he said “morning” in that very Dallas way of his. His voice was low, rumbling and slurred with sleep. It made you smile. 

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” you glance over your coffee at him, the mug no more than a couple inches from your lips. Even if you weren’t actively sipping it, the smell was nice. And you had to protect it from the potential threat of Dallas spilling it again. 

“How’re you even alive right now, it’s so fuckin’ early…” he whined, burying his face in the pillow beside you. So much for admiring his features. 

“Wah wah” you mocked, elbowing him playfully. “You ought to try it, you know. Sunrise is beautiful.” 

“Don’t need a sunrise.” the words are simple, still edged by grogginess. He leaned up, eyes meeting yours. “Have you.” and he’s grinning that stupid grin of his, pressing a lazy, sleepy kiss to your lips. You’re sure he can taste your coffee, and he doesn’t seem to mind. When he pulls away, he looks a bit more awake than before, his grin verging on cocky now. 

“Sap.” you scold, shoving him. Though you can’t smother the smile tugging at your lips. Yes, you think this is your favorite part of your morning. While you enjoy your brief window of alone time, you may enjoy this, watching Dallas slowly wake up and getting that little peek into his vulnerable side, even more. 

“You blame me? Look who I getta wake up to.” he nudged you back, moving to sit up properly. He leaned over the little table next to the bed, picking up a box of matches and a carton of cigarettes. You’re not a big smoker, but in all honesty you don’t mind the smell as much as you used to. It always reminds you of Dally now. 

He perches a cigarette between his lips, striking a match from the matchbox and lighting it. Afterwards, he carelessly tossed both small boxes back onto the table. No point in offering you one, he knows that. 

A comfortable silence settles over you two. You, with your coffee, him, with his cigarette. Maybe not the healthiest breakfast, but you wouldn’t trade it for a five course meal if you had the chance. Something about this… peace, when otherwise chaos followed Dallas everywhere, when the gang would be teasing you, something about this was a welcome reprieve. You watch the sunlight streaming through the smoke wafting off the end of Dallas’ cancer stick, follow that light to his features. His dark eyes, brown hair, all illuminated in a way that makes him seem like some ethereal being sent here just to have this moment with you. Yes, something about this felt just like heaven.

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Feedback is always welcome!!! tysm for the request!!! :D

[givemequeen]

migraine: Anakin x reader

request: Hi! Maybe a comfort one shot where reader has a migraine and anakin takes care of them? I have chronic migraines so a fluffy little fic to read would be so wonderful!! a/n: wasn't sure what type of reader you wanted so i just went with a Jedi reader. word count: 649

Migraines fucking sucked.

They crept onto you, never knowing when they would strike. It started off as a dull throb on your right temple, pulsing in rhythm with your racing heart. Then, a sharp, sudden, stabbing pain radiated from behind your eyes, sending searing waves of discomfort throughout your entire head. The world around you would become a blur, nausea welled up and even the softest of sounds felt like a cacophony of chaos to your eyes.

They could happen anywhere at any time but they especially happened during battles, which obviously wasn't ideal.

If a loud explosion went off or whenever there was excessive rapid fire, you dreaded the consequences they would have on you.

Today was no different; during a campaign in Felucia a loud explosion had gone off in the distance and, though sometimes even worse had no impact on you, a migraine suddenly seized you. You didn't know exactly why this specific explosion had caused it, maybe it was your lack of sleep or your empty stomach. Either way, it had engulfed you in a throbbing agony that felt as relentless as the battle itself forcing to you retreat to your barracks.

You swung the door open to the room and plumped down on your bed, a hand pressed against your eye to soothe the pain. There was nothing you could do but wait. Your master had given you exercises to do when it got bad but you had no energy to do anything right now.

¨Hey, you alright?¨

You opened your left eye and glanced at the door, a smile creeping onto your face despite the agony you were in.

¨Anakin, when you did get here?¨ you groaned as you tried to sit up.

¨Hey, hey.¨ he rushed to your side, hands gently guiding you back down. ¨What's wrong, my love? Lay back down.¨

You did as he asked, hissing as another wave of pain shot through your head. He moved stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of your face and gently kissed your forehead.

¨What can I do?¨ he whispered as he used the force to dim the lights.

¨Just hold me.¨ you said, breathless.

Anakin did as you asked, wrapping his arms around you and gently running his hand up and down your arm, hoping to soothe your pain.

¨Is it getting better?¨ he asked after a while.

You nodded gently, scared that even the smallest movement will call the migraine back.

¨When did you get here?¨ you asked again. He was scheduled to arrive in Felucia next week.

¨Just now. Ahsoka has it covered in Cato Neimoidia so they let me go early.¨ he said in between kisses. ¨I saw you running to your barrack and thought something was wrong. Guess I was right.¨

¨Yeah, you were.¨

Feeling better, you moved over to the side allowing Anakin to crawl into bed with you. He slipped in beside you and you immediately moved to hug him, your bodies clicking into place like puzzle pieces.

¨I wish we could stay like this all day.¨ you groaned against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

¨I know, my love.¨ he rubbed his hand up and down your chest, squeezing you against him. ¨I missed you a lot.¨ he whispered into your hair. ¨I couldn't stop thinking about you.¨

You pulled yourself away from his neck and glanced up at him, a smile slowly inching its way onto your face.

¨Yeah?¨ you wiggled your eyebrows, the migraine long gone.

Anakin burst into laughter, the sound almost like a bark.

¨What?¨ you frowned, knowing damn well why he was laughing.

¨I think we have enough time.¨ he smiled as he twisted you around so you lay on the bed, his weight comfortably pressing against you.

[gojos-fr-bae]

Stay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst...Death, mentions of war. Cussing, shouting, crying

Word Count: 649 (AAAHHH, It's short)

A/N: Two in one day AGAIN, damnnn

(Requests open)

You hated fights with Levi, especially before expeditions. You two loved each other deeply however just like in any relationship, you had your good days and bad days and boy were your bad days BAD.

And today was one of those days.

“WHY CAN’T I GO, IM A FUCKING CAPTAIN JUST LIKE YOU LEVI!” YOU YELLED

“BECAUSE UNLIKE ME, YOU ARE COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT AND IF YOU GO OUT THERE YOU WILL DO NOTHING BUT TAKE UP SPACE AND CAUSE EVERYONE ISSUES!!” He yelled just as loud

“LEVI I AM DAMN FUCKING GOOD AT MY JOB AND YOU KNOW IT!”

“The only thing you are is delusional and you know it. So please, stop being a headache and listen for once.” He said in a chilling low tone. 

He didn’t actually think that you couldn’t handle it, if anything, you were more skilled than any other member of the army. But that’s when It’s Titans. The war you were going to fight was against humans and they were unpredictable. He was just worried about you. If anything were to happen to you, it would ruin him. He just didn’t have the best way of communicating that.

“Well fuck that Levi. I’m a grown woman and I can do whatever I want, and I’m not going to sit here at home while people are going to be out there fighting for their lives and that’s final!” You walked out and slammed the door behind you and that was that.

*** 

He knew he shouldn’t have let you come. He knew he should have made you stay but you just wouldn't listen.

He was using his 3DMG to get to the medics tent as fast as he could. You were okay. Oh gosh you are going to be okay. He can’t lose you. He needs you. You’re his everything and he wouldn’t be able to survive without you.

Running through the tent flaps. His blood ran cold as he looked down at you in your bed with a bullet wound right in the center of your chest.

He knelt right next to your bed and held your cold palm on his own. Gosh, you felt so cold. Too cold.

“Darling, hey, hey, I’m right here. Look at me, look at me.” He said frantically, trying to grab your attention.

You slowly turned your head to face him, Smiling softly at him when your eyes met.

“Hey sweety.”you responded, although your voice is extremely soft as you’ve run out of energy.

“Hi, look, everything’s going to be okay, just stay with me, you’re going to be okay, I promise.”

“Levi, I’m sorry, I should’ve listened” you said sadly, a stray tear running down your cheek.

“No, no, no, please don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Remember to take care of yourself.” You said, voice fading slowly

“Y/N please-” he responded, voice breaking ever so slightly as he placed one palm against your cheek, brushing away your tears. Gosh, you were bleeding so much…too much.

“And don’t overwork yourself”

“My love please, don’t do this to me.”

“And you dare, ever, forget that I love you.”

“Also, remember that I just want you to be happy, okay.?” “Y-Y/N I’m begging you-”

“And you dare, ever, forget that I love you.” You said, and then your chest stopped rising and your body went limp.

“Y/N, Y/N please, wake up. Darling, wake up. Don’t go, please please please don’t go. My love, don’t do this to me. I can’t live without you, please. Please.”

He was trembling as tears streamed down his face. You were gone. No matter how much he denied it or how much he prayed to all that was good and just, You are gone. You are gone and there was nothing he could do to change that.

He didn’t even get to tell you he loved you.

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here, @starlightanyaaa

© gojos-fr-bae

I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

[sprouts-xreader-stories]

Daisies .

Requested : Nope

Genre : Fluff, Familial, Human AU!, OC X Canon - Elsie X Alastor [Hazbin Hotel]

POV : Third Person Semi-Omniscient

Warning(s) : Not really anything tbh. This is a songfic tho so incase you don’t like that ig

Context : Elsie is Alastor’s daughter (wow such an overused trope). In canon, she is 6 years old; however, here, she is simply 4 months old.

“Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy, why so sad? So downright unhappy? That’s not my cup of tea…”

Alastor quietly got out of bed, heading to the crib in the corner of the room. Elsie was crying. It was soft, barely audible over the sounds of the city, but he heard it. He heard everything about his little girl.

“You know that this could be your last day here on earth, so, buddy, please: won’t you smile? Just for me?”

Elsie’s chubby little face was scrunched up in her discomfort. She whined softly, unable to hear. While she wasn’t entirely deaf, it was subtle, and it stopped her from hearing him sometimes.

“My dear, my dear, no, you don’t have to cry. That ain’t a pretty legacy to leave behind.”

He carefully scooped her up, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Carefully, he pushed her lip upward. No wonder she was crying. She was starting to teethe.

“Stop and smell the roses while you’ve got the time. Pretty soon, you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine. Pretty soon, I’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine.”

He walked over to a cabinet in the kitchen, the child in his arms, and found one of her teething items. Alastor carefully pried her mouth open with two fingers, slipping the item between her lips.

“You know, I just gotta say that you might not have a lot of time to waste, so lose that long face.”

Elsie’s cries had reduced to nothing but whimpers, her eyes opening to reveal the pretty little blues. She blinked once, soft brown hair falling around her face. She was so much like him, looks-wise.

“None of us are here to stay, so treat every day like it’s a holiday! Until the day you slip away.”

He headed back to his bedroom. The cleaner one, anyway. That’s where he kept Elsie. Silently sitting on the bed with her in his arms, continuing on the song he’d made up for her.

“My dear, my dear, no, you don’t have to cry. That ain’t a pretty legacy to leave behind.”

Elsie’s eyes started to droop once more. Alastor grinned; it was working. Lightly stroking her cheek, he stood up once more, slowly padding over to her crib again.

“Stop and smell the roses while you’ve got the time. Pretty soon, you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine. Pretty soon, I’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine.”

Her eyes closed fully. Alastor carefully pulled the toy from her mouth and set it aside on the nightstand for easier access before placing her in the crib. She was so small.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine…”

He crawled back into bed himself, clicking off the lamp with a small tug at the string.

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