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a-spes · 7 months

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T H E B L O O D O N M Y H A N D S - One shot.

Words count - 3,2k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, angst / comfort, a form of self-harm, mentions of death and blood.

Summary - When you kill someone on duty for the first time, Natasha is the one being here to stop you from falling.

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You haven’t been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent for long, barely more than three years. It may seem long for some people but, in that kind of job, it is not. Although your training ended up a long time ago, your teammates are still calling you a Rookie because even after years of duty, you still have a lot of things to learn, some the hard way.

You guess this nickname will stick with you until a new recruit joins the agency. It has been three years that no one passed the entrance exam so you are still seen as the newest addition which pisses you off sometimes. It is frustrating to not be taking seriously just because you are a bit less experienced than your teammates, some of them only been on the agency for one more year than you but are acting cocky with it.

However, despite your teammates’ attitude, you are convinced you are right where you are supposed to be : even if some days are rough, you love this job. Honestly, you never planned to join the agency but now you are here, you don’t want to leave.

You have always dreamed about becoming a police officer, not some kind of governmental spy. You ended up here thanks to a bit of fate and, mostly, thanks to the help of one of your professors. At the police academy, you were doing great, you were among the best of your promotion, that is why Mr. Andrews suggested you to take the entrance exam for the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Before that day, you had never heard about the agency, but you still decided to give it a try, it was the least you could do to thanks him for everything he did.

Surprisingly, you succeed the exam and earned a place at the academy, alongside with two of your classmates. You weren’t sure it was what you wanted to do, but it was probably your only chance to give it a try so you went to the academy, thinking you could always leave if it doesn’t suit you. Yet, it has been the best decision you made.

Surely, you doubted it sometimes, thinking about quitting because the training was so hard, both physically and mentally, that you thought you couldn’t take it anymore. But you stayed, not being alone helped you a lot so, even if you doubted a lot your decision, you never regretted it.

Until today.

One day was enough to change everything. The first rule in the job is that you know nothing. Every mission is different, every mission could go wrong at any moment, it is impossible to be prepared to what it could bring to you. After three years of duty, you tend to forget about that rule. Up to now, everything went smooth, except for a few injuries you got, you were lucky.

It was supposed to be a routine mission, not much different than the previous ones. Your team was supposed to take back some important documents, so you needed to infiltrate the hotel the guys who stole it were staying.

“I get it”, you whisper in the communication device.

But when you are about to leave the room, you hear the voices of two persons. You don’t have much time, so you decide to quickly hide under the bed, you wish there was a better place but all you can do is waiting here, praying they won’t notice your presence. However, it seems fate is not on your side tonight.

After maybe ten minutes of waiting that felt like an eternity, you eventually feel someone pulling you from under the bed by grabbing your legs. You may be a qualified agent, but they are way more experienced than you are. You were listening to their conversation but yet, you couldn’t have guessed they knew you were here the whole time. Racing heart and irregular breath are the signs of panic, but you can’t let those take the control of your body, fear is a synonym to death. Take a deep breath, think and attack before they can.

It is quite easy to escape the man’s grasp because he wasn’t expecting you to be so fast. But the man wasn’t the problem, it was the woman with him. She was aiming that gun at you while you were fighting with her mate, not shooting yet because she could’ve killed him instead, but as soon as you stand up, she doesn’t hesitate anymore.

It was a reflex.

She missed the first bullet because of the circumstances, because she couldn’t clearly target you so the bullet passed closed enough. Except she doesn’t look like someone that misses an easy shot and you don’t look like someone who wants to die so you shoot first.

It was a reflex.

It is the first you kill someone on duty. Three years of duty during whose you ensured that you wouldn’t kill anyone. You get them out of the way, you hurt them, sometimes you knock them out like you just did with that guy but you never took a life. But tonight you did, for the first time. Tonight, you didn’t aim for that woman’s leg but for her chest, right where her heart is, she died almost on the spot. It feels awful.

On the way back to the base, you are silent. Your teammates don’t even notice how quiet you are tonight. The two sitting on the front of the car are talking, the last one is humming some music. The mood is light because the mission was a success: you did bring back those documents. So why aren’t you joyful? You don’t know, but tonight you don’t feel like joking, laughing and jumping around as you usually would.

Tonight, you won’t celebrate with your mates because there is nothing to celebrate. A woman died. It doesn’t matter which side she was on or if she was aiming that gun at your head because you shoot and it makes you no better than the people you despise. When you joined the Academy, it was to save civilians, to make something good about your life, you wanted to feel useful and make a difference. So from the moment you became an agent, you avoid killing people. A part of you knew that, one day, wouldn’t let you choose but you didn’t think much about it; if after three years you didn’t kill anyone, it’ll may stay that way until you end your career.

Oh, how naive you were.

Maybe you are too gentle for that world. Your mates kill people and you never saw them hesitating, so what’s wrong with you? Can’t your mind just shut up? It is not that a big deal, is it? It is supposed to be your job, you did what you had to, right? So why does it still feel wrong?

You are a person that easily slip on other people’s shoes. Those people called villains are nothing more than people that got lost at a moment in their lives, people that were failed by the system or made a wrong choice, does it mean they deserve to die? Some of them, maybe, but definitely not that woman. She was barely older than you are, she had a whole life to live but she will never get you because of you, because you decided she didn’t deserve to live.

It is something your superiors often blame you for: your inability to shot when it is needed. It is not because it led to failed mission, but because it caused you a lot of injuries that could have been avoid. They never understood why you were so reluctant to do so, sometimes they are angry, sometimes just disappointed. But tonight you eventually did exactly what they are expecting from you. That’s what you are repeating to yourself but it doesn’t make you feel any better, if you hate the idea of disappointing Agent Romanoff, your superior, you probably hate your actual situation even more.

This moment is playing again and again on your mind, making you oblivious of your surrounding. The sound of her body falling is covering your mates’ voices. The way her chest raised one last time before she stopped moving, the way her eyes were wide open and the blood. Everywhere. On the ground, on her suit, on your hands. A bit of your own, but mostly of her, who knew a body contains so much blood? Not you.

When you are finally back at the compound, the redhead is here. Even if you are not a trainee anymore, you are still a rookie until they decide otherwise and she will probably be your mentor for a few more years. And being your mentor means that wherever you are, she is. Today was your first mission alone. Well, you weren’t really alone, you had your usual team by your side but she wasn’t here. At first, she didn’t want to let you go, wherever she is, you are, but she let herself be convinced. This mission couldn’t wait more, neither could the emergency call she got.

The mission was easier than some you did by the past, she knows you are capable but still, she can’t get over that strange feeling, being scared for you security. She knows she can trust you but can she really trusts your mates? She is stressing over the fact that, for the first time, she isn’t here to protect you.

She is now regretting her choice, it was irresponsible from her to agree to such a demand. She has no idea what exactly happened during the mission but she heard that things didn’t go as smoothly as they were supposed too. She is pacing back and forth on the garage, waiting for your team to come back. She tried to get more information from Fury, but he doesn’t know much more than what he already told her.

A few hours later, the team is eventually back. When her eyes catch you, she is relieved: you seem fine. Her relief only lasts a moment as she quickly notices something is off with your attitude. You ignored her, didn’t even looked for her as you would usually do.

“What happened?” she asks to one of the agents that was on the mission. She grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her, she is taking the whole situation seriously.

“She fired”, he replies, shrugging.

The man doesn’t really understand why it is such a big deal to you, after three years, you should be used to that kind of things happening in a mission. However, Natasha immediately understood.

She rushes to find you but it is already too late. She can’t find you on the locker room, neither she can on your dorm or on the common areas. It is on the shared bathroom that she eventually finds you. She can’t help but being worried. She was really young when she killed for the first time, but she still remembers how it feels, years don’t take away the guilt and the disgust. The difference is that she never got a chance to think too much about it, she was raised to kill, it felt almost normal after a while, she got used to that feeling You, however, are not of that kind. It doesn’t matter how skilled you are: you are not a murder.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning when she saw you here.

Scrubbing. That is what you are doing and the only thing left in your mind, you are just obsessed with the idea of cleaning your hands. So you are scrubbing. You are scrubbing until the water turns clear but it doesn’t, it stays red and bloody. It seems there is always more blood on your hands.

You are so focused that you didn’t even hear the woman coming in. Your ears are ringing and your vision is blurry because of the tears in your eyes, the only thing you can see clearly is the blood, all this red. You are using a nail brush in hope it would help you get it of the dirt? but it doesn’t. It just hurts.

A pain that you ignore.

A pain that you feel like you deserved it, like it is the only way to get those memories out of your mind, even if it is just for a moment, you are glad to be able to focus on something.

However, Natasha is not. As soon as she realizes what you are doing, she steps in. She turns the water off, wrapping her hands around yours to make you stop, as her attempts to talk to you failed. She slowly takes the soap and the brush from your hands, putting it on the sink.

For a few minutes, you remain silent. You don’t even dare to look at her in the eyes, how could you? The guilt and the shame make you avoid her gaze, a part of you being scared about what she could say or think. Maybe she sees you exactly as you do right now: pathetic and horrible.

“Let’s clean those wounds”, she eventually says in a quiet voice that surprises you because you thought she would be angry and yell at you. Or maybe it is what you wished she would do. It is easier to hate yourself when people do too.

But she doesn’t.

On the contrary, she is sweet and caring, an attitude that is rarely hers, Agent Romanoff not being someone showing that she cares the usual way. She is usually demanding with the people she cares for but she understands that tonight you don’t need that. Right now, what you need is someone by your side, someone to guide you through that situation.

So she makes you sit on a stool. You don’t protest, there is something good in not having to think about what to do next. She comes back with a few seconds later with medical kit. She sits in front of you and, in silence, she starts to take care of your hands. You scrubbed them for so long and with so much pressure that the blood at the end wasn’t the woman’s anymore. It was yours because the brush scratched your hands.

“Here we are”, she says once she is done. She cleaned your wounds with alcohol and then applied bandages on your hands. She seems to want to add something, but she hesitates. “Do you want to talk about it?” she eventually asks.

You shake your head, no. You don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to hear about it, you don’t even want to think about what happened today. If it was possible, you would like to erase this day from your mind or turn back in time so you can change the outcome, but you can’t.

Natasha sighs but she doesn’t push, she knows it is not the solution. Instead, she guides you to her quarters.

“It is not my room”, you remark when you get here. It is a one person room, one of the privileges of being a superior.

“No, it’s not”, she acknowledges, “but I am not leaving your side.”

“You don’t need to do that, I am gonna be fine”, but she doesn’t let you go. As you try to leave the room, she firmly hold you by the arm. You staying here wasn’t a question, not even an invitation, it was more of an order.

“No, you are not. And after what happened I don’t trust you, at least not tonight”, she tells you and she is not joking at all. She has that serious expression and you know she won’t take no as an answer. You want to be alone, but deep down you are relieved you won’t spend the night alone.

She helps you take off your suit. She then helps you to put on some of her clothes, a short and a t-shirt, so you are ready to go to sleep. It is already late, midnight was long gone. She guides you to the bed, it is a bit small but it is just for one night and you don’t seem to protest, you just let her guide you, your mind being far away.

The two of you are leaning in the bed in silence. Her chest pressing against your back, her head near to yours. She is holding you firmly, as if she was scared you could run away. You stay in that position for a moment before your voice breaks the silence.

“I- I don’t even know her name, I barely saw her face and-” you eventually say, feeling the need to let a bit of what is in your mind out. You are exhausted, but you can’t even close your eyes to try to sleep, those memories and thoughts keeping you wide awake.

“it’s okay”, she whispers in your ear. She is not sleeping either, too worried about you for that. She already knows that she is going to stay awake the whole night to keep an eye on the woman she is holding in her arms.

“No!” you yell. You can’t stand how calm she is. “No it’s not, how could it be okay? I killed her. I killed a woman and I don’t even know who she was.”

“It happens, sometimes, you have no choice”, she continues to talk in a quiet voice, soothing you by stroking your hair. She knows nothing she could say right now would make it easier. You need time and support, all she can do is being here and let you know she is.

“I do, I should’ve aimed for her limb or…”, you start, but you can’t even finish your sentence. You feel your throat tighten, your voice broke on the last few words.

“You did exactly what you had to. You did exactly what you had to stay alive. I know it is hard but you will get through it, okay? And I am gonna be here, with you, the whole time”, she whispers again in your ear, her voice calming a bit the storm in you.

This is how you eventually fell asleep. In the comfort of the arms of that woman, with a feeling of security. The way her hand is brushing your hair calming your mind until Morpheus accepts you in his realm. The words she is whispering in your ears are helping to ease the guilt and the hate. However, Natasha won’t sleep. She is going to stay awake the whole night just so she can be here if you wake up needing her, no matter what time of the night it is, she wants to make sure you are not alone because it is the worst in situations like this.

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 9 months

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— The Archer | R. Targaryen *✧･ﾟ

▹ Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst and Comfort

▹ Words: ~3.7k

▹ Summary: All of Rhaenyra's enemies started as friends and she's terrified you'll be next.

▹ Note: Your Honor, I'm gay.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

There'd been a shift in your relationship with Rhaenyra.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it had happened or the exact reason for it. But something had changed. No longer did she freely show her affections in the privacy of her chambers, nor did she reach out to hold your hand in hers. Cold and distant, Rhaenyra didn't call on you as much as she previously had.

Paranoia had you in its claws; had you done something wrong? Did she find someone else to fall in love with? Perhaps someone she could be with so publicly, not a lowly handmaiden she could only ever have in the quiet of the night.

Your heart hammered with anxiety and suspense; tossing and turning, sleep had evaded you as you began to keep tally of how many times Rhaenyra called on your aid. The most in one day had been three, and she used to call on you double that amount just to be in your presence. Something was wrong; you just didn't know what.

She wouldn't even meet your gaze anymore.

It made you squirm when in her presence, where once you had been at complete ease. Doubt made your sunny skies turn gray as insecurities gnawed on you. Did she rekindle her friendship with Queen Alicent and leave you in the dust? Or was it Daemon Targaryen who captured her attention from you? Perhaps someone new to the court you hadn't even realized was a threat.

There was nothing to do; you were helpless, unable to act as the woman you loved drifted further away. Goodbye was screaming in the silence between the two of you.

Hands shaking and breathing unsteady, your footsteps echoed in the dark halls, its flickering candles casting monsters in the corner of your vision. Your fingers gripped the serving tray in your hand so tight that all circulation had been cut off as your knuckles turned white. The decanter of wine shook, and its sound called out just how terrified you were.

The princess had requested red wine as she prepared for bed, and you were terribly anxious this would be the night she'd officially end the relationship the two of you shared. But you didn't want that; you didn't want to face the harsh reality that everything was crumbling around you. You'd take awkward silence over definite endings.

All too soon, you reached her chambers, the doors looming over you in a mocking manner. Carefully, you raised a single fist to the door and knocked, the rap of your fist almost as loud as the beat of your heart. A lump was caught in your throat as you waited.

"Come in." The walls muffled Rhaenyra's voice, but you'd heard them well enough, always too aware of anything related to Rhaenyra. And maybe that was where you went wrong. Blinded by the princess, you took her words as an oath and not the petty dalliance she probably viewed it as.

Carefully, hands still shaking, you opened the door. The sweat on your palm nearly made it stick to the cool metal of the knob.

The room was dimly lit by half-melted candles and candelabras spread throughout the large chamber. The duvet on her large bed was pulled back, inviting her to sink into the plush mattress of cloud-like pillows. Rhaenyra sat in front of her vanity, hair loose and unbraided, dressed in a night dress and a silk robe. She turned her head as you entered, purple eyes carefully watching you with an unreadable expression.

She used to look at you with warmth and vibrant affection, every emotion she felt visible on her face. Now it was like looking at a statue, harsh and emotionless. The pit in your stomach burrowed deeper, and your heart got caught in your throat. Where did it all go wrong?

Your eyes darted from her, unable to stare any longer without bursting into tears. The walls were closing in on you as the ability to breathe was taken from you. Like a rat, you hurried to the other side of the room, setting the tray on a small table.

You opened the decanter, pouring the red wine into the glass. You took your time to avoid spilling anything. You needed to be out of the room as soon as possible. The weight of Rhaenyra's eyes on you was equivalent to the ceiling collapsing onto you. A scenario you would've preferred over this one; at least then death would be quicker than this slow burn.

There was a soft clank as you set down the crystal decanter. With the glass of wine in hand, you turned and walked towards Rhaenyra. Eyes lowered to the floor, and counting each step taken, you set the glass on the vanity, a few inches from Rhaenyra's hand, that tightly gripped the wood's edge.

You didn't mutter a word, simply lowering into a slight curtsey before turning and exiting the room. Except you hadn't made it that far, only crossing half of the room before Rhaenyra spoke.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks, the hammer of your heart so loud you wouldn't be surprised if all of Dragonstone heard it.

"Come here."

Your eyes fluttered shut, unsure whether you should be relieved or terrified. She would either take you in her arms as she had nearly every night the past year, or she'd fully sever the thread that tied the two of you together.

Deeply you inhaled, held it for a moment, then exhaled, opening your eyes. You turned, eyes still on the floor, as you returned to where Rhaenyra sat. You waited for her to speak, terrified of what she may say. So silent you could've blended into the walls; things had never been this way between you. Rhaenyra had always been more of a friend than a superior and then a friend that became a lover.

But now she would become a stranger again.

"Would you brush my hair and plait it for bed?" She spoke to you as if you were a stranger, even-toned and perfectly polite. But perhaps if you'd been looking anywhere other than your feet, you'd have noticed the storm of emotions reflected in her eyes.

Wordlessly you nodded, grabbing the hair brush and meticulously brushing out any knots and tangles. You made quick work of it but refrained from seeming too eager to finish the task. The last thing you needed was to potentially anger Rhaenyra, something you'd never been afraid of. But nothing was as it once was.

Her hair was like silk threads between your fingers as you wove each strand into one braid that fell down the middle of her back. While your eyes focused solely on her hair and the task at hand, Rhaenyra's were on you.

A soft smile curled at the edges of her lips, heart heavy with anxiety and fear she didn't dare speak into existence. It wasn't that she wanted to push you away. But as paranoia and fear took root within her mind, rotting away her faith and belief that there were good things out there, distancing herself was better than watching you twist into someone who hated her.

Yet even as she resolved herself to do such, creating an armor of ice to encase herself with, the sting of heartbreak hit her heart. While she would self-soothe with reassurances that it was only raw for now, that soon the ache would dull, she wasn't convinced. In the loneliness of the night, her bed was entirely too big. You should've been in the space beside her, greeting her with sleepy smiles and bleary eyes that sparkled like stars.

Rhaenyra was sure that she'd be getting over you her whole life. Yet missing you wasn't the worst of it.

Never a player of the Great Game the nobles busied themselves with, you wore your heart on your sleeve. It was evident the hurt you bore from her sudden withdrawal. Shockwaves of trembling hands and unsteady breaths plagued you, eyes not as bright as they once had been. She noticed it all, and it was like a dagger to the heart every time she did. She never wanted to hurt you; she never wanted you to hate her.

Yet the fear of you twisting the dagger embedded in her chest from past betrayal made her rash. It made her paranoid, visions of treachery riddling her with madness. Alone in the dark, twisting in her sheets, Rhaenyra's doubts spiraled out of control.

But in the solitude of her room, Rhaenyra could feel her walls weakening as your nimble fingers brushed through her hair.

You continued your work on Rhaenyra's hair, nearly finished as you reached the end. Before Rhaenyra could return the mask of indifference to her face, you were tying her braid with a cord, eyes moving from her head to meet her eyes in the mirror. Reflected in her eyes was the same pain and longing in yours. It made a lump return to your throat, a small sliver of hope like dawn coming after night.

Neither of you spoke, your hands still tangled in the ends of her hair. Time had stopped, the both of you screaming a million things with your eyes. Yet neither of you could understand the other, leading to more confusion as your heart continued to break. She nearly reached out and snatched your hands; in fact, she was lifting her hand, fingers outstretched--

The sudden rumble of thunder broke the silence as you jumped back from Rhaenyra, hands falling to your side, and Rhaenyra mourned the loss of your touch. She realized how much she truly missed it.

"Will that be all, my lady?" You lowered your head, eyes once again on your feet.

Rhaenyra hesitated. She'd wanted you to stay, to pull you into her arms and make you swear you'd never leave her. She wanted you to leave kisses on her face, punctuating each one with a promise of undying fealty, not as an heir to the Iron Throne but as the woman you loved. So close within her grasp, she could have reached out and captured your hand, holding it so tight she wouldn't feel a thing. Everything she wanted stood before her, patiently waiting for her to speak.

And yet Rhaenyra found herself tongue-tied, fighting a war no one else knew was waging. Could she take the leap, put her faith, trust, and everything sacred to her in you, and just simply hope you wouldn't turn your back on her? Could she fully bare her soul, grant you her heart, and pray you wouldn't crush it? Love involved a leap of faith that Rhaenyra was hesitant to take.

How could she open up after so much betrayal from the ones she least expected it from?

But at the same time, all she was feeling was pain that she had inflicted on herself. Was she some sort of masochist, content with being hurt so long as she could wield when and who it came from?

"Princess?" Your voice pulled Rhaenyra from her thoughts as she refocused on her surroundings. You were looking at her, a hint of concern in the cracks of your neutral expression.

It only made Rhaenyra's heart twist. You should be cursing her name, swearing up and down the halls Rhaenyra Targaryen was a cheat and a liar. And yet...

You still cared; it shone in how you watched her, eyes too keen and all-knowing. But if you were all-knowing, why couldn't you see the paranoid propaganda she was feeding herself? She wished, more than anything, you were the mind reader she often joked you were.

Time seemed to slow, unknown words forming on her tongue and falling from her mouth.

"Stay with me."

For a moment you stared at her, entirely sure you'd heard her wrong. Yet even as you replayed her answer over and over again, it hadn't changed. She wanted you to stay. Yet even as you lit up with newfound optimism, you crushed it before it could blossom. You didn't want to be let down.

You then nodded, unable to stifle the small smile on your lips. "Of course, princess. What is it you require of me?"

Rhaenyra picked up the glass of wine that had remained untouched up until that moment, and she stood from the vanity. She tipped the glass back, welcoming the bitter taste of it.

"Have a drink with me."

You nodded, following Rhaenyra as she walked towards the table where you had placed the decanter of wine. You moved to pour the glass, but Rhaenyra beat you to it, filling a second glass she presented before topping off her own.

"Thank you," you muttered, taking the glass and tentatively sipping. It was all so familiar, like a sense of deja-vu from when the two of you would sip wine and explore fantasies that could never be. Yet the air was never this thick with tension.

Rhaenyra sat at the table, motioning with her head for you to follow suit, which you did. Your fingers drummed on the wood, nerves making you restless. It felt as though you were awaiting trial for crimes against the crown.

Unspoken words hovered in the atmosphere, tangible yet elusive. Rhaenyra drank the wine like water while you hardly touched yours. Your stomach was so twisted that the thought of drinking anything made you nauseous.

The only indication that any time had passed was the dwindling wine and the storm that continued to rage outside. After her third glass had been drained, Rhaenyra set down the cup, pushing it away to indicate she was finished.

Only then did her eyes find yours, expression severe and austere. There were small lines along her forehead from the furrow of her brows and creases from the frown on her lips. You wanted to smooth them all and kiss away whatever made her so cold, yet that wasn't your place anymore.

"Do you love me?" She spoke softly, yet a sharp edge to her words carried the weight of an unspoken accusation. She judged you guilty of crimes you never even committed, put you in a cell, and destroyed the key without so much of a trial.

Yet you could do nothing but answer her earnestly because no matter the number of cuts in your skin from her sudden distance, your heart would always belong to her and only her.

"Yes."

Rhaenyra's jaw tightens, and in the flicker of the candles, you see the quiver of her lip and the slight shake of her form. She was crumbling, ash to the fire you radiated. Any resolve to preserve her heart in the act of self-sabotage was destroyed.

"Say it." The words were strained, Rhaenyra's eyes shut so tight the skin might rip. Tears pricked in her eyes, and Rhaenyra did her best to keep them at bay.

"I love you." You said it with such conviction and sincerity, Rhaenyra nearly believed it. Her eyes remained shut, but her body slackened and sunk into her chair. However, you leaned forward, eyes narrowed as everything clicked into place.

"Is that why you have been so distant and different? Did you believe I did not love you?" You asked, hands finding Rhaenyra's. You gripped them tightly as if to force Rhaenyra to truly see you.

"It is silly," she laughed, the sounds hollow and empty. She refused to look at you, knowing the burning passion in your eyes would make her fully give in. But she needed to maintain the walls around her heart, even if you kept tearing them down as she put them into place. She wouldn't be hurt by anyone ever again.

"It is not," you argued, squeezing her hand. "Look at me." She didn't heed your request, stubbornly turning her head away. You stood, the wood of your chair scraping against the stone floor, and you kneeled before Rhaenyra, pulling one of her hands into yours, elbows resting atop her knees.

"Rhaenyra, look at me." Still, she refused. With your free hand, you forced her head to face you. "'Nyra, please." With your final plea, her eyes fluttered open, purple iris' glossy from unshed tears. Diamonds under her eyes glistened, carving a path down her cheek as a few stray tears fell.

"I love you. I have loved you since the day I laid my eyes upon you. I need you to know that to understand the way I feel will never change."

"You don't know that. You cannot predict how you will feel in the future." She was stubbornly arguing, clinging to the last bit of fight she had. Your touch was burning her skin from her humiliation at appearing so weak.

"No, I may not be able to see the future, but I know how I feel for you, and I know that won't change."

"I can't be hurt again. All my enemies were once friends, and I cannot bear to see the same happen to you. I cannot lose you." Her hand ghosted over your cheek, her hand that was in your grasp interlocking with your fingers.

"And you will not. I won't betray you as Queen Alicent of Ser Criston or any of the others that left scars on you. What must I do to make you see that?"

Sharply Rhaenyra inhaled, choked sobs raking through her body. "I do not know how to stop it. I am terrified, so terrified. I do not want to be disappointed, not again."

You swallowed thickly, allowing her words to process as your thumbs stroked the palm of her hand. Like the weather outside, you were a tempest of emotions. A blend of sadness, desperation to comfort Rhaenyra, and burning anger towards those at King's Landing who had created these wounds.

Rhaenyra always had to maintain a strong facade as the heir to the throne, especially with her claim constantly being questioned. But for now, you would be the source of strength she had to be for so many people.

Rhaenyra continued to cry as you all but cradled her against you.

"Then I promise to do my best to never let that happen, and if it does, and one of us is let down by the other, I'll do my damndest to ensure I am the one that gets hurt."

Rhaenyra was too stunned to speak, the passion behind your words taking her aback. She pulled her head back from your chest to give you a wide-eyed stare.

You were truly in love with her; you'd meant every sleepy promise and quiet confession. The words you spoke hadn't been hasty or impulsive. They were an oath sworn under a canopy of stars with the gods as your witness. Rhaenyra had been a fool to not realize it before.

"I love you."

It was all she uttered before her lips were on yours. The kiss was salty from the tears falling from Rhaenyra's eyes, but you didn't mind, more than content to be pulled beneath the waves of her waters.

This kiss felt different from all the others you'd shared, a show of affection and relief that the cold war waging between you was over. There would be peace, and Rhaenyra could return to her home in your arms.

It was also more than that; it was also a declaration of devotion between the two of you, as sacred as any wedding. The waters would be rough, and the two of you could never truly be together anywhere other than the privacy of these four walls. Yet it was everything you'd wanted.

Rhaenyra was everything you wanted.

You returned her fervor, determined to make her feel every word you hadn't spoken. Gently, your tongue slipped past her lips, and you swallowed the small gasp she let out. One hand was on the nape of her neck, keeping her close while the other traced patterns along the curve of her cheek. She tasted like wine and imported berries from the Reach, an intoxicating blend that made your mind grow hazy.

She pulled back first, only centimeters separating the two of you. Eye to eye, her forehead resting on yours, she breathed in. The tip of her nose brushed against yours as you panted.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. How could you possibly forgive me," Rhaenyra spoke with as much reverence as a Sept reciting sacred prayers.

"Because I love you," you spoke, lips brushing over hers. "I love you, and I will continue to do so until the end of my days."

"I do not deserve you."

You cupped her cheek in such a soft and delicate fashion. She was a work of art, and you'd handle her with the care she deserved.

"You deserve so much more than you've been given, 'Nyra. I cannot give you much, but I will give you all my love; I can promise you that. I will never betray you, I will never leave you, and I will never, ever stop loving you."

She breathed out a laugh, a sweet smile on her swollen lips that were bruised from the kiss you'd shared. "And I promise you that when I am named Queen, I will make a new order and marry you, proprietary be damned. I want you, and I will have you. No court, army, or god could stop me."

There was a glow on your face, her words making you feel as high as the heavens. The smile on your face would never be wiped off. Truth rang in Rhaenyra's words, and you knew they weren't pretty promises to make you feel all light and giggly.

"Do not start a war for me," you muttered in a playful tone, undoing the plait you had done so you could card your fingers through her hair.

"I would burn down the entire world for you." She spoke with such devotion it made your cheeks flush pink.

"Perhaps we start with you kissing me again."

And Rhaenyra complied with your request, over and over again, determined to make up for the hurt she inflicted.

#rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra imagine #rhaenyra targaryen #game of thrones #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones imagine #house targaryen #hotd #queen rhaenyra #angst and comfort #taylor swift inspired

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

“So if I get missing, these are my last wishes..I hope you get ‘em right, girl if I don’t make it home tonight.”

synopsis: Connie has never been one to pour his emotions out or even wear his heart on his sleeve. But when you two have a much needed heart to heart about his lifestyle and future, he lets you know exactly what’s on his mind. But a deal gone wrong brings his words to fruition far too soon.

content warning and themes: black fem reader, plug connie, dancer reader pet names, angst, mentions of drug use/selling, mentions of death and gun violence, use of AAVE (connie is hc’d as afro-latino in this), heavy language, comfort, pregnancy mention, hospital visit

This is a commission request for @animelover-77! I love Connie and it’s been a minute since I’ve written a full story for him so I’m super excited for this one. Thank you so much for your support, patience and trust in me to create this for you!

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sounds of whirring sirens rang from outside of the apartment complex..police vehicles speeding by along with the souped up sports cars they were in pursuit of. It was the unfortunate norm around this neighborhood and the noises oftentimes kept the residents up at night but others? They thrived in this lifestyle. They welcomed the idea of chaos and trouble..including Connie Springer and his girl..his long time ride-or-die (Y/N) (L/N). On the third floor of Paradise Villa; the cream colored and lavender exterior of the high rise apartments were the living quarters and..operational front for the local drug dealer. “Aye (Y/N), mama...hand me that.” alluding to the box of baking soda sitting on the counter top across from you. Your boyfriend, standing at the stove with a spoon in hand and a Pyrex mixing glass on the opposite side. You, on the other hand, were seated at the dinner table but no meal was being served.

Rather, you were nursing a blunt with a spaced out glare over the thud of music softly playing into the background. Feet curled up on the chair, dressed in your bonnet and black shorts with a pink sports bra covering your chest as you thumbed through several stacks of money. Dirty dollars earned in blood by him through various deals right there in their complex and surrounding areas. Everyone knew of his reputation and all of the people that Connie rolled with. They had the entire city underneath their fingers and were making money faster than they could spend it.

It seemed as if it were a pretty lucrative venture and that for the two twenty somethings, it was a reality that only anyone could dream of..but behind that glamor of new clothes, expensive cars, chains and shopping sprees were an entirely separate underbelly of danger, deception and hardships that most couldn’t dare fathom. But here you were, knee deep in this treacherous lifestyle, standing ten toes beside the man you swore you’d do this crazy ride with forever. But as it stood..the way things were going, you couldn’t be so sure if there was a limit on that. If your clock was ticking and that at any time, you’d have to part ways. It was an emotion and concern you were on your sleeve daily. Through the shopping trips, parties and great sex, the stress could clearly be seen on your face. Connie knew the toll it took..worrying that he'll never come home. That the cops could get the door in on you guys at any time or that you may end up with a phone call saying that he had been hurt or worse in a deal gone wrong. Sometimes, the thoughts plagued your mind so vividly, that they’d keep you up for hours on end, hell, if you even slept at all. This life wasn’t exactly new to you and quite frankly, it was far better than the one you came from but it didn’t make it any easier. However, your boyfriend could only hope that the material possessions could be of some consolation to the chaos.

“Nine bands. That’s just from tonight’s drops for your two runners.” it was news very pleasing to his ears, so much so, he’d turn the stove off and come sprinting over to you in complete glee; even planting a kiss on your cheek. “Shit, that’s what they supposed to do. ‘Bout time they start moving some real fucking weight.” clearly alluding to the fact that he had to threaten or harm two of his underlings to get the results he needed. Doing so by the hand of his plethora of semi-automatic weapons. From the AK47 and M9 he kept stowed away in the bedroom to the 45MM pistol that stayed loaded and tucked away under his shirt. He was a dangerous man as is but knowing the type of heat he and his boys were known to tote..everyone knew better than to even think of testing their luck. But there was another reason the hotheaded dealer remained so guarded, because it wasn’t just his life in the balance. Perhaps the only reason he was so protective and cautious about how he moved was because you were by his side. His choices would’ve landed him in a jail cell or a grave long ago had you not been around to give him something to stay grounded for. Granted it wasn’t easy coming out of this lifestyle and neither of you were born with silver spoons in your mouths so it wasn’t exactly something you were ready to quit cold turkey either. What was for certain was that as long as you had one another, nothing was impossible. Draping an arm around the back of your shoulders, dressed in his typical black wife beater, gold cuban link and black joggers, he’d begin peppering you with a plethora of kisses, hoping to shift that smile on your face from a frown to a wide smile..the only consolation in this cruel world sometimes was seeing you happy. But tonight, you couldn’t fake it..not even for him. Mainly due in part that something was weighing heavy on your mind. A dream from the other evening..

more so a nightmare. One that had awakened you from your sleep in a cold sweat and loud cries, screaming out Connie’s name, only to find that he hadn’t made it back home. Just a one off premonition or unfortunate foreshadowing, you’d never know but since that night, you had been weary of him leaving your sight. Scared that when you watched him walk out the door, it’d be for the very last time. The vision? A very horrid, vivid imagery of him lying in a pool of blood, mouth agape and eyes wide open as he stared blankly to the sky. Fading into a black abyss of darkness, departing this world without so much as even telling you goodbye. You were at home, waiting patiently for his return when his boys delivered the news at your doorstep an hour later because they couldn’t bear the thought of telling you over the phone, standing there as you inevitably fell to your knees. Collapsing under the weight of sorrow and grief as you sobbed into their arms. They were fighting back tears of their own but knew they had to remain strong for you..and the unborn child growing inside of you. Such a tragic and horrible thing to see in slumber but all you could do is pray that it never became reality. Hence why you were dreading this drop he had to do tonight. The last thing you ever wanted to do was agitate him or get in his way when trying to conduct business. It was one of the only few pet peeves he had in your fairly perfect relationship. Despite the toxic environment, you two very seldom had fights about anything. Most of the time you had together was spent making jokes or making good love..never allowing your circumstances to cloud the happiness you brought one another. Besides, you couldn’t blame him much when you made your money with an occupation most would deem less than savory as well. Stripping at a local club and earning your fair share of change as well. So you tried to keep your concerns to a minimum.

“Hey, talk to me, mama. What’s up with you tonight. You not acting like yourself and ion’ like that, for real.”

His seemingly flustered tone finally snapping you from your disastrous train of thought. You were so spaced out that you didn’t even realize he had been talking to you for a few minutes and it all sounded like distant chatter. Releasing a sigh, you’d turn around to face him with a mustered up smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m alright..just got a lot on my mind.” but that clearly wasn’t sufficient enough because the last thing he ever wanted was to see you upset or leave while he let your mind wander astray. Taking the seat next to you and holding your hand, Connie brushed his thumb pad across the back of it..as he always did to ease your tension. Even placing a kiss at your temple and it was then that you had to hold your composure to keep from crying. “Well I’m right here..tell me what’s going on.” This was the side of him that no one else got to see. That vulnerable, nurturing, loving man that you cared for so deeply. One you didn’t want to lose for anything. “I’m scared, Connie.” eliciting a laugh from him at first because for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what you had to be afraid of. He had more weapons than the Army, he’d beat anybody’s ass who’d even think of crossing you and a whole team of equally wild friends who’d do the same. He had this town on lock so why would you, his girl be afraid of anyone or anything?

“What are you talking about, baby? What are you scared of? Somebody tried you at the club ‘cause I’ll go kill them mothe– “No, Connie! Nobody..nobody tried me, alright? This ain’t about that..please, just listen to me.” in his seemingly irate mood, mere seconds away from hopping from his seat and sprinting out the door to find the person who wronged his woman, you’d be quick to clutch his wrist. Holding it tightly as if you refused to let him go. That’s when it really sank in that something was really causing you inner turmoil. What was it? What had you so rattled and shaken all of a sudden? To the point that you could barely even function or be your normally sweet and funny self? Hazel eyes locked in on you with genuine concern before he took his seat yet again and this time..listened to what you had to say.

“(Y/N), for real..what’s wrong?” hearing the shakiness in his voice now and making you reluctant to even share your feelings. “I don’t want you to go tonight. It can wait, okay?” stating so matter of factly but Connie just wasn’t understanding where this sudden fright was coming from. It was a drop just like the countless others he had done, so what was the big deal now? “Bae, I’m only gon’ be gone for an hour. I swear it won’t take long but you know dis’ is important. I gotta make this move tonight.” and it wasn’t as if it were something he could entrust to anyone else. This was a deal worth at least fifteen bands and it would set them up to lay low for a while, especially now that their block was getting hot. They could stack this bread and be good for at least six months or so without drawing suspicion. Even so, you had this horrible gnawing in your gut and spirit that something was going to go wrong and you could never live with yourself if you let him leave and not say something. Just then, those tears that had been welling in the ducts of your eyes finally began to fall and he was quick to swipe them away and grasp your hand. There was something he had to say to you and this may not have eased your concerns in the slightest but he had to get it off his chest regardless. “It’s gon’ be alright, I promise..there’s sum’ I need to tell you, (y/n) and I know this ain’t gon’ be easy to hear but..listen to me.” Filling your heart with anxiety and dread, just imagining what was going to come out of his mouth. Looking you in the face as he confessed what was on his heart as well.

“This life ain’t easy, ma. We both know that..you done held me down through all this shit. Been through all of it with me and that’s why I’mma always make sure you straight. I love you, (y/n). You know this..” in the midst of his speech, you’d see a single tear trickle down his face right before he began to laugh, worrying you even more. Causing palpitations in your chest. You knew that Connie hardly cried for anything in his life. He wasn’t an emotional person by a long shot. Always either extremely happy or irate, a true hothead to his core when the time arised. He didn’t tolerate any mess and was quick to go and make a bad situation worse. But this time? He had much to consider and he didn’t want to tell you this, but even he feared for his safety. He was afraid that something could go wrong on a drop like this one. This particular set was incredibly dangerous and powerful. Word was always getting around about this crew they knocked and this big bad leader that they made into their bitch. Even so, that’s what this lifestyle was all about: risks and danger but they were things you had to persist through if you wanted to survive. So the only way to ensure that in the event he was gone, you’d be okay..was to give you the cold hard truth. “So..I hope that you can do something else for me. If I don’t come back home tonight, I need you– “..please, Connie. I can’t–” but he needed to get his point across. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stomach hearing these dreaded words. “(y/n)..you got to. If I don’t come back..I need you to make sure that my mama’s straight. Make sure my folks are taken care of. My boys, you know they always got you and gone look out. So you don’t ever have to worry. I need you to make sure that you gone be strong if sum’ happens. You gone carry this on for me..we did this together and I want you to keep going. You gotta promise me that. I don’t want you to be sad.” which he knew was an impossible feat to ask of you. But he knew you were the only one who could keep this crew afloat in his absence. The last thing either of you wanted was to see him in a casket or jail but it was a possibility that you needed to prepare for. Sitting at that kitchen table, you’d find yourself full on sobbing as he listed each and every one of his demands. You’d listen..hear and take each one to heart. You wanted him to know that you would do the absolute best you could and not let him down. With your heart breaking with each passing second and the imagery of what could become, flashing through your mind, he’d place a kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands as he stood to his feet. Just then, the deafening silence that settled over the room momentarily was broken through by the long awaited ringing of his phone. It was a call from one of his boys and they were ready to move. But as you were walking him to the door, still teary eyed and upset but trying to hold it together, Connie would turn to you and reach for his own neck. Unclasping the small gold chain wrapping around it, he’d hoist it over his head and onto your own.

to him, it was a promise that he’d return to you regardless but in your mind, you felt as if it were his way of saying farewell. As if this would be the only piece of him left behind. “Aight, ma. I’m outta here. ‘Member what I said.” assuring that he was going to keep good on his promise and return home to what was precious to him. (Y/N) tugged on the charm dangling in front of it and sniffled. You’d kiss once more before bidding adieu. “See you later.” and it was at that moment, you were left all alone, standing still as a statue as you watched your boyfriend..your beloved Connie dash down the stairs and into the fray of his boys, who were equally as amped to go do this. Two black Dodge Challengers with dark tints and chrome wheels peeled away from the parking lot with Connie inside and all you were left to do was sit and play an agonizing waiting game. Forced to sit on the sidelines as you worried about his safety. Ten o’ clock came and went, eleven and twelve did the same..pacing the floor, checking your phone for any sort of update. Police presence had slowed to almost a complete halt by the time one am made its way around and you could no longer withstand the agonizing waiting game. You just needed him to come home already and be with you. You needed to know that he was just fine. But merely thirty minutes later, you’d get the news you had been dreading. For a moment, it was all a blur. Your phone rang, you’d answer and the only thing you’d hear in the background were the whirring sounds of ambulances and the voice of one of his closest friends…you couldn’t hear what was said, maybe due in part to the loud noises or the fact it was all a blur. Possibly because you didn’t want to hear any of it. Either way, all you’d recall was collapsing to the floor and sobbing into a broken mess. You were shattered..your entire world gone in an instant. “Connieeeee!” Calling out as you clawed your hands into the floor; tears flowing and falling in droplets around your crouched knees. You didn’t hear a thing but you knew that cries and screams were coming from your mouth, not a sound…anything. Yet, you were hysterical and seemingly unable to escape this hell you were trapped in.

that was until you heard a knock at the door….prompting you to hop up! As it turns out, you were merely sleeping and your horrid experience was nothing more than a cruel, brutish nightmare. Beelining for the front door, straight from your brief slumber, you’d swing it open and right there, you’d fall apart yet again.

only this time…. “Connieeee!”

they were tears of pure joy. He was just fine after all. There was your beloved, unscathed, alive and well. You’d rush to drape your arms around the back of his neck, coiling him into the tightest hug as you cried. The two of you fell right there in the doorway and he’d cradle you as closely as possible. With a single tear falling down his face and brandishing a bag in his hand..he’d hold you and gently scale his palm up and down your back to console you.

“It’s alright, ma. I told you I’d make it home tonight.”

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flwrbo · 8 months

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nothings gonna hurt you baby.

sometimes when bokuto is really upset he comforts himself in tight spaces. you find a solution for that.

bokuto koutaro x f!reader. angst&comfort. fluffy. implied chubby reader

it was a rough day for bokuto.

it had started out just fine, if not just a tiny bit anxiety inducing, riding in his car together to his parents’ house. the two of you tried to make it down a few times a year to tide them over, but you personally weren’t interested in having it become a reoccurrence. not that you had any issues with his family especially, but the way bokuto always left with the smallest look of exhaustion was enough to make you want to throw your car keys down the drain and delete his parents’ house from your shared GPS system.

but, still, he made a promise to them so the two of you went. it’s always fine until it isn’t, dinner perfectly prepared with artistically placed cutlery. you pretend not to notice the way bokuto’s mother’s eyes give you a silently dissatisfied look, smoothing your dress a little over your curves before returning a small tight lipped smile. these are the smaller things you can look away from, if it meant bokuto would be pleased.

his father, however, was a different story. “still holding that odd job?” he’d asked you, cutting into the fine steak they were enjoying for dinner. you wipe your mouth, trying to remain polite as you smile, tight lipped. you wouldn’t consider the job you’d held for over three years an “odd job” but you weren’t exactly in the business of starting issues. not here. not with bokuto’s hand holding yours, his thumb caressing you in small motions.

“well at least one of you is bringing in money,” he sips from his wine glass. the smallest twitch of bokuto’s hand is nearly unnoticeable, but not to you. not to you.

“well, actually, bokuto has been doing extremely well in his practice matches lately. he was getting scouted just the other week, i’m certain he’s going to make it pro,” you hold a strong tone, tightening your grip and smiling proudly over at your boyfriend.

our of character, bokuto doesn’t speak. he’s seemingly too focused on inspecting the glass of wine in his hand.

“i, personally, don’t think it’s such a crime that she’s pulling some weight. it’s the least she can do…” bokuto’s mother trails off on the last part of the sentence. you can’t help the look of embarrassed shock that flashes your eyes before you can stop it, almost forgetting to bite your tongue.

“that’s enough, mom.” bokuto finally speaks, setting his glass down. time passes by, silence almost choking.

“well,” she responds, clearing her throat and rising to her feet. “i should bring out the dessert.” she dismisses herself to the kitchen.

his father’s eyes stare scrutinizingly, before he drops the biggest bomb of the evening. “you better not disappoint me again, son.”

the evening is pretty silent from then on.

it’s quiet through dessert, through goodbyes, even through the car ride home. the wind is all you can hear through the cracked windows as bokuto grips onto your hand like a lifeline.

finally arriving home, you go into your shared room to slip your dress off, avoiding the mirror as you replay his mother’s words in your head. once dressed, makeup removed, and hair undone you realized you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in quite awhile.

“kou?” you call out, walking out of the room. the bathroom is empty, he’s not standing in the kitchen, and his shoes are still by the door so you know he’s not gone anywhere. “hm.” you mumble, walking into your nook.

you see him just as you’re sure he sees you. he’s under your small bookshelf, arms crossed over his legs with his head resting down.

“hi, kou,” you whisper, kneeling down beside him.

“hi.” he mumbles, cheek squished against his knee.

“cmon,” you whisper, rubbing a soft hand on his leg. “let’s get you into something comfy,”

he doesn’t respond for awhile before whispering, “can you just stay with me for a moment?”

your heart cracks in two, nodding before sitting in a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf. your caressing movements on his leg doesn’t stop.

time passes, sad silence filling the air while you wait for him. eventually, he slowly nods just a little.

“okay,” you mouth, standing up and helping him stand up. his legs crack a little as he finally stretches them out.

he’s led by you to the room, rustling through the drawers until you find his favorite sleep shirt and the softest pajama pants he owns. you pass them to him before turning and putting some soft, low music on. once dressed he gingerly gets in the bed, opting for his regular spot on the edge but you shake your head a little, guiding him farther into it until he’s against the wall. it left a perfect place for you in front of his chest, holding him close between yourself and the hard surface behind him. it grounded him.

he sighs out a little as if in relief, comforted at the enclosed space.

“i love you, koutaro. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

he mulls over this thought and you could almost see the billions of doubts roaming through his head through his eyes as he tries to find the words.

“i should’ve stuck up for you. i care too much about what they think, it causes me to shut down. it’s not.. fair.” he whispers. you shake your head, pressing a tight kiss to his lips.

“it was a rough night. i can be strong enough for the both of us when we need it.”

you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you almost too tightly into him.

“i love you, too.” he responds.

you let out a small breathless chuckle. “i sure hope so. this would be a little awkward otherwise.” you press another kiss, onto his shoulder this time. “you’re the best wing spiker in the world, kou. but you don’t have to prove it to them. you’re gonna prove it to the world.”

he perks up at the sound of this. “can’t wait to hear the sounds of people calling my name…” his eyes finally sparkle again for the first time that night. “as long as you’re the loudest.” he presses a big kiss to your lips, bone crushing you back into the hug.

#hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #fluff #angst and comfort #<3.b.k #<3.bokuto #i’m finally writing for bo again i feel like i’m home #hq x reader #<3.chubby reader

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year

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It’s a complicated relationship and it’s going to be long and difficult to navigate and understand, but eventually you come to terms with knowing that you don’t want to hate SunMoon anymore,,

(song is ‘Community Gardens’ by the scary jokes it’s so short n good 10/10 pls listen it’s good and it fits this reader insert well)

#bones of a rabbit au #brotherless au #brotherless au sunmoon #brotherless au reader #teenage angst personified reader #reconciling #angst and comfort #hurt/comfort #soft moments #fnaf au #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x y/n #doodles #sketches #slowly they have to try n undo years of grief n hate #but maybe sun n moon are the ones that they can relate to more than anyone else

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bangtanflirt · 1 year

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This Could Be Home (Part 1)

Golden Retriever Hybrid Jungkook x Human Reader x Human Hoseok

Angst and Comfort. PG-13.

Part 1 > Part 2

Summary: As a purebred adopted by a high class family, some would think Jungkook had it all--but the pain behind the facade inevitably catches up to him. It’s only when you and Hoseok enter his life does he (gradually) allow himself to feel happiness again.

Warnings: Allusions to hybrid abuse, bruises, runaway hybrid jk, hybrid-on-hybrid violence and robbing of clothes, loss of consciousness

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Jungkook runs through the bustling streets, maneuvering around and almost getting hit by every other car on the road. He’s running with everything he’s got, too scared to look back and see them on his tail.

Them.

His “family.” The ones who adopted him. He can hear the husband and wife shouting his name—shouting for him to stop—but Jungkook knows that it’s too late to stop. He has to run as far away from those people if he wants to have any chance at surviving. It feels like they’ve been chasing him for hours when the shouts of his name finally die down, Jungkook musters up enough courage to take a peek behind him; the man and woman are on the ground, exhausted. Seeing the sight gives the hybrid a jolt of adrenaline, letting him run another mile to truly be off their radar.

It's near an old alley where his knees begin giving in. Jungkook half-sits-half-falls along the brick walls, noticing the odd looks passerbys are throwing his way. He’s not surprised: he knows he’s an unusual sight. It’s not everyday you see a hybrid simultaneously adorned in designer clothes while also being covered in dirt and bruises—a purebred, bought for millions, faring no better than a mutt on the streets.

He keeps his head low and tries regaining his strength, but it proves difficult considering how severely dehydrated he is. At some point his body is making decisions by itself, and he finds his way in front of you.

You, who’s in the process of chugging down an entire water bottle right then.

It’s obvious you were out for a run, with your sports attire and airpods. In a normal situation, Jungkook wouldn’t dare to even look in a stranger’s direction, but the big bottle in your hands is all that’s dictating his choices right now.

You stop mid-drink, lowering the bottle and taking a good look at the mess of a boy in front of you. You take notice of the ears and collar. Ah, a runaway hybrid.

It’s not like you’ve never seen a runaway before, but it was surprising to see one in such ostentatious clothing. Underneath all the dirt on his face, you’re sure this was someone’s prized purebred.

You attempt at reaching a hand out to give him the bottle, but the boy jumps back as fast as lightning. So, you place the bottle on the floor and take a couple steps back. Only then does he nudge forward and pick up the bottle. It’s not until every last drop of water has been emptied down his throat does he finally put the bottle down. You can tell he’s still thirsty.

“Hey buddy,” you try with your gentlest voice, “can you tell me your name?”

He nods “no” fervently, gripping his tag with white knuckles to hide it from your gaze.

“Why not?”

“Y-you’ll turn me in. D-don’t wanna go back.”

Your heart sinks at his terrified mannerisms. Poor thing.

“I promise I’m not going to turn you in. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to, but a scared little hybrid like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets like this. Do you want to come to my house for a bit? I can get you more water and some food.”

More water? Food? Two things Jungkook could really go for right now. But the last thing he wants to do is follow a stranger into their house. He’s just escaped one lion’s den.

You observe the hybrid’s apprehensive body language.

“Okay,” you sigh dejectedly, “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I run along this path every evening at this same time, so come find me if you change your mind.”

And with that, you’re off.

The rest of the day is torturous, to say the least. Only food Jungkook could find was a couple of pizza crusts outside of a restaurant. When night settled in, the boy found a corner and made himself a space between dumpsters. His eyes were closing on their own after the long day he’s had, but a sudden loud thud shakes all sleep out of him. When his eyes fully open, he’s met with the source of the sound. Two doberman hybrid strays stand tall before him, the taller one holding a metal pipe and hitting one of the dumpsters Jungkook was in between. The golden retriever’s eyes widen as the situation dawns on him.

“Looks like we have a high-class bitch on our hands,” the shorter one laughs.

Jungkook presses his knees to his chest, arms shielding his head. The strays continue laughing at the pathetic state of the boy.

“The clothes look fancy as hell, wonder how much we could make with them,” chimes the taller one.

“Let’s find out.”

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“Hey, hey stay with me. Open your eyes, please.”

Jungkook regains consciousness to see you hovering over him, splashing water in his face. You take a big sigh of relief at his awakened state. He props himself up hastily, alarmed and confused at what’s going on.

“What the hell happened to you?! I’m gone for a few hours and I find you practically naked and with even more bruises.” You sound exasperated, and he feels bad for worrying you.

“Why did you come back?” The boy asks meekly, “It’s not tomorrow yet.”

“I just got this bad about feeling leaving you alone for that long—and for good reason, apparently. You weren’t at that alley, so I searched the surrounding area until I found you here, unconscious. Who did this to you?”

“Other hybrids. They, um, wanted my clothes.”

You let your head fall into your hands in frustration. It’s silent between you two for a good five minutes.

“Okay, it’s settled. I’m taking you home with me. I’m not asking anymore.”

Jungkook is too worn down to fight back.

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The car stops in your driveway, and your boyfriend comes out to help you with the now-asleep-hybrid. Hoseok delicately handles the golden retriever, minding his long limbs when carrying him through the doorframe. He places the boy on the couch, grimacing at the beaten state he’s in. You wrap Jungkook’s half-naked figure in the thickest blanket you can find, and the both of you stay downstairs and watch him throughout the night.

Jungkook wakes up in a cold sweat, despite the warm blanket he finds himself in. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t recognize anything about his surroundings, and the sleeping man in front of him only makes his flight senses go overdrive. But just as he’s fumbling out of the blankets, your hands come in and stop him—causing yesterday’s hazy memories to trickle in. It also puts him in high awareness of the pain he’s in.

“Relax, Jungkook. You shouldn’t be moving after what happened yesterday. Please just stay and get some rest.”

You know his name…which means you saw his tag and probably called his owners to come get him.

You spot the fear in his eyes immediately as you uttered his name. “Hey, no one’s turning you in. I only wanted to know your name.” There’s a sincerity in your voice that throws him off.

The talking awakens the other male in the room. Hoseok locks eyes with Jungkook, causing the latter to freeze up. But your boyfriend’s eyes quickly turn into crescents as he flashes the hybrid with his signature heart-shaped smile.

“Hi Kookie! I can call you Kookie, right? I came up with it last night, and I think it really suits you!”

“Hoseok, you’re gonna scare the boy off!” you lightly scold.

“Ah, sorry,” he rubs the back of his head and slows down, “let’s start over. I’m Hoseok, y/n’s boyfriend. She came home very worried about you yesterday evening, and I’m glad she brought you in before something even worse happened.”

Jungkook just nods and looks down, unsure of what to say in such a situation.

Y/n…you have a pretty name, he thinks to himself. Actually, now that’s really looking at you…you’re quite pretty too.

“I’m making pancakes,” you announce. “Hoseok’s going to get you into some of his clothes and we’ll bring the food to you. Only get up when you really need to, it’s not good for you to move around too much when you’re like this.”

Everything’s a whirlwind, from Hoseok dressing the boy, to you shoving pancakes in his mouth. The clothes had a strong scent of Hoseok on them—lavender and honey intertwined. He observed the way you and Hoseok talked to each other, love and warmth gushing from each syllable you exchanged. This wasn’t an atmosphere he was used to: for the first time in years, Jungkook felt his tail twitch slightly in content.

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A/N: Are we liking hybrid jk? Are we hating his owners? Hopefully the answer is yes and yes.

#hybrid jungkook #hybrid bts #reader x hopekook #angst and comfort #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader

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l0v3sickl0s3r · 29 days

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stress is a killer 🫠

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klarex · 1 year

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Well.. yes. I wrote Sodo with a smol and slightly aggressive reader. Is it based on my life? Yes. Do I regret writing it? Absolutely not.

Genre: a little bit of angst and comfort/fluff

Warnings: swearing, teasing and making fun of shorter reader, aggressive reader, crying

Summary: Being a short person and having a crush on Sodo is not easy, especially when he loves teasing you about your height.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x short! reader

Dwarf and Gremlin

Pov. (Y/n)

I walked through an empty corridors of the church. I shoved my hands inside pockets of my hoodie and made my way to the ghouls' den.

Colorful leaves falling from trees outside the windows and wind gently whistling. Fall is an amazing season, but of course it was cold here, in the church.

Earlier this day Aether wanted to meet me, because Papa told him that he had something to tell me. I agreed and here I'm in front of the big door leading to ghoul's den.

I took a deep breath and knocked twice, then opened the door. I took a few steps and felt warm wave hit me. I looked into the direction from where the heat was coming from and saw Sodo sitting on a couch. I smiled and blushed at the sight of him.

- Hello Sodo..

I said and walked up behind him. He lifted his head up and looked at me.

- Hey shorty!

He said, laughing and my face turned red with anger. I quickly grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He didn't expect that and he fell of a couch. He grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me with him.

I closed my eyes waiting for pain to hit me, but I landed on Sodo's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and his campfire scent already hit my nose. I opened my eyes slowly and saw his orange eyes that were already looking at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I punched his shoulder.

- OW!

He hissed and I smirked, pulled myself up so I was sitting on his hips. He froze, looking at me with wide eyes and a slight blush.

I heard someone clearing their throat from behind the couch. I looked up and saw a head looking over me and Sodo. It was Aether. He tilted his head and smiled.

- Leave it for later you two. I still have to talk to you (Y/n).

He said and walked away. I felt my cheeks reddening and quickly stood up to catch up with Aether. I heard a crack from Sodo's throat like he wanted to say something when I ran out of the room.

••

It turns out Aether had to talk about a few things changing in the church, nothing really intresting. I started getting bored and tired after a while.

When he let me go I slowly walked back into the ghouls' main room to get to the exit doors that were only there. My head hung low and I didn't hear footsteps approaching me.

- (Y/n)!!

Sunshine's voice rang through my ears and I felt her hug me tightly, lifting me up a bit. I hugged her back with a tired smile and saw the fire ghoul sitting on a couch behind us. She let me go and looked me in the eyes concerned.

- What's wrong?

She asked and put her hands on my shoulders.

- Just tired..

I said and yawned. She nodded and let go of my shoulders.

- Then you better go to sleep.

She said and chuckled. I nodded and walked to the big door. I pulled the doors, but they didn't budge. I tried again, but nothing happened again. Sunshine and other ghouls are already gone. I sighed and walked to Sodo who was watching TV.

- Sodo..

- What's up, dwarf?

He asked, looking at me with a smirk on his face.

I had enough.

I walked up to him, stomping heavily.

- Listen to me you little shit!!

I barked and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

- Stop calling me that!! You are not even that tall yourself! If you think that's funny calling me short, you are in fucking mistake!!

- I-

He wanted to say something, but I quickly and loudly continued.

- I feel so insecure and I can't do anything about it!! Everyone was laughing at me for my entire lifetime and I couldn't do anything to just stand there and listen to all this awful things they said!! So please just stop!!

I shouted and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I took my hand off his collar and let my head fall. Sodo looked shocked at me, but didn't say anything. I sobbed quietly and fell down on the floor. I hugged my knees tightly, whispering "stupid" to myself.

Why did I say that?!

You are SOOOO stupid, (Y/n)!!

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up. Through my watery eyes I could see Sodo looking into my eyes with such concern I have never seen before. He slowly opened his arms for me and I immediately jumped into him. I started crying into his shirt as his tail rubbed circles on my back. His warm aura gave me a feeling of comfort and he softly played with my lose hair.

When I calmed down, he pulled me away so I could look into his eyes.

- I'm sorry.. I really am sorry. I- I never knew.. If I knew I would have stopp-

I pressed my lips to his and he gasped. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I yelped in surprise and he chuckled. I placed my fingers into his hair and tugged it softly. He hummed and pulled away.

- How can you be so gentle and aggressive at the same time, love?

He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled again and kissed the top of my head.

- Let's get you to bed, sweetheart..

Sodo muttered and wrapped his tail around my waist and his hands squeezed my thighs. He lifted me up and my legs clasped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slowly walked with me in his arms to his room. Corridors were silent and I decided to break it.

- I like it..

I mumbled into his neck.

- Like what?

He asked, surprised.

- Being in your arms..

I smiled and looked into his eyes. He paused for a sec and pecked my lips.

••

When we were at his room doors, he opened, closed and locked them behind us. He gently put me on his bed and covered me with his fluffy blanket.

- I will quickly change. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.

He said and went to the bathroom. I lay my head down on his pillows and looked around his room.

Guitars on the walls, big desk with a laptop and office things. A few photos of him, ghouls and ghoulettes in frames...

Wait.

Is this..?

I quickly stood up and walked up to his desk where the photo was. I took the frame in my hands and saw an old photo of me and Sodo together with small red hearts around my head and a small text saying: "my love", he had to add himself.

My heart melted at that and felt my eyes getting wet again. Not from sadness this time. No. Happiness.

I heard a door open, but my eyes were still glued to the picture.

- (Y/n)~ I decided that I would give you my shirt since you don't have- Shit..

He said, worried and looked around his room for me. I sniffed and he immediately ran to me.

- Hey, (Y/n)?

He asked and I looked at him, smiling widely. He looked confused, but when he saw a photo I was holding, he immediately blushed dark red.

- I.. heh.. I have no i- idea how it got here..

He suttered and I kissed his nose.

- I love you too, my fire..

I whispered and kissed his lips lovingly. He took a frame from me with his tail and placed it back on his desk. His hands cupped my cheeks and pulled me closer to him as I put my hands on his shoulders.

I pulled away, breathless and laughed. He put his one hand on the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. We closed our eyes, enjoying each other's presence. His warm wrapped around us protectively.

- You are perfect. You are perfect for me, my love.

He murmured and he kissed me again.

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zee-rambles · 6 months

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Light in the darkness, part 2.

First I Prev I Next

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #unpause rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #casey jones #rottmnt casey jones #rain #angst #angst and comfort #rottmnt nightmares comic #friendship #brotherhood #brothers

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a-spes · 8 months

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S T A I N E D H E A R T S - One shot.

Words count - 1,4k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, a bit of angst / comfort.

Summary - Fury sent you and Natasha on a mission even if he knows you are in a relationship.

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You are on the roof of a building, laying on the dust, not letting your eyes out of the window of your target’s apartment. The window is on the opposite building, right in front of you, if he decides to finally come back, you would be able to shoot him quite easily.

Except that he is not here, probably decided it was a good day to stay longer outside. You sigh, starting to be impatient. According to the informations given to you, he should have been here two hours ago, it’s been twice the time you have been waiting him to open this fucking door, barely moving.

“ I swear, if Fury gave us the wrong address, I am gonna chop his head off ” you mumble. Throught the communication device, Natasha can be heard chuckling.

You almost forgot that you are not alone in that mission. While you are waiting on a roof, laying on the concrete for hours, burning under the summer sun, she is comfortably sitting in a car parked near to the target’s building. Since you got here, none of you talked, except a few words from time to time because he was supposed to arrive soon and you both needed to concentrate. At least, he was supposed to show up. He is still not here.

“ I am serious, ‘tasha ” you add. Most of the agents would be fired if they dared to talk to Fury the way you are, but he needs you too much for that. Also, he probably appreciates you more than he wants to admit it.

“ I know, love, I know ” she replies and, if you can’t see her, you know she is smiling, it is something you can tell by her tone.

An additional ten minutes elapsed before the wait was eventually worth it, you sighed in relief when you saw him. The man enters the building, coming into the apartment a few minutes later, all under your surveillance, you aren’t missing any of his movements.

“ Here you go ” you whisper.

You can hear Natasha saying something like she gets it and doesn’t want you to move but you can’t be sure, the man taking all your attention at the moment. In fact you are not here to kill him, you are supposed to do it just in case things go wrong - it would be a shame to kill the man that has the information you need.

In fact, the plan is supposed to be very simple, at least according to Fury. But, to be honest, if you are listening to him, the missions are always easy. However, working for him made you learn things never go the way they are supposed to : in Fury’s language, easy is just a synonym for death trap.

Obviously this mission is no different from the others. The man you are looking for has something you need to take back before it can be used by the terrorist organization he is working for. He is just a subordinate so, in theory, it shouldn’t be that hard. You don’t know much more about the story, Fury rarely gives a lot of information : he asks you something, you do it and then you get the money. It is how things work and, even if most of the time it annoys you, here you are, exactly where he wants you to be.

“ Crap ! ” she exclaims.

“ Nat’ ? Is everything okay ? ” you immediately ask, your voice being full of worries. Your girlfriend is not the kind of person to curse, it is more your thing, hearing her using such words is a sign that something is not going well.

“ Yeah - ” she starts but she is being cut by a loud noise, as if she is thrown against a furniture. Oddly, you don’t believe her when she assures you that everything is fine. “ Stay where you are. ”

“ What a liar … ” you mumble. The problem with going on missions with Natasha as a partner is that she is trying too hard to keep you safe. She doesn’t think twice before putting herself in danger, even when it is unecessary, just so you don’t get hurt.

And it is exactly what she is doing right now. You are trying to keep an eye on her through the apartment’s window but you can’t see anything, they must be fighting in another room.

“ Fuck it ” you eventually say. This time, you are the one cursing and Natasha doesn’t even make a comment about it. All you can hear from her side are some fight noises, she probably didn’t even hear you talking.

You really tried to do as she asked you but the wait is unbearable. There is a difference between not moving for hours, waiting for a target to show up, and not moving while your girlfriend might need your help. Even if she is probably doing fine on her own, your worries make seconds seem like hours and staying here is impossible.

A few minutes later, you decide to leave your position to lead to the building she is in. The closest you get from the apartment, the loudest the noises are. It is until they suddenly stop, leaving you with an odd silence : the time you get here, the fight must’ve stopped and you don’t know how you feel about that news. As the door is wide open, you can easily make your way into the dark apartment. It has a living-room with an open kitchen but those rooms are empty so you decide to keep walking, entering the corridor that leads to the other pieces. The sunlight can barely come in so you have to be careful, you know it.

“ You better be alive ” you whisper as you slowly make your way into the apartment.

Suddenly, you feel a movement on your right. Sadly, by the time you realize, it is already too late. Your mind is too busy worrying about your lover that you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings, a rookie mistake.

It all happens in a few seconds, so quickly that your gun is useless. An arm around your throat, your opponent is holding you firmly and struggling is useless as they would tighten their grip until you can barely breathe. If you want to get out of that situation, you are gonna need to outsmart them.

“ Love ? ” the voice says. She immediately lets you go. “ I told you to stay where you were, why can’t you listen for once ? ” at her tone you can guess that she is really mad at you right now.

“ Can’t let you have all the fun while I am waiting, can I ? ” you reply once your breathing is back to normal.

You don’t really mind her harsh tone, you know that it is not against you. Natasha fears that you could get hurt, sure, but she is even more scared by the idea that it could be because of her. You told her many times that it won’t happen but she doesn’t listen to you, the person she was being stuck in her mind, even years after she left the Red Room.

In any case, you can see that your joke didn’t make her laugh. Your attempt to lighten the mood is a failure, all you get in exchange is Natasha’s dead-stare, the one that makes you immediately go quiet. You know that anything that you could say from now would only make things worse. Slowly, you come closer to Natasha, your hands taking hers. At first, she is tense, her first are clenched, but she eventually lets it go, wrapping her fingers around yours. It is the only way you know to comfort her when she is in that state, prisoner of her past.

“ There is blood ” you quietly say after a few minutes of silence, looking at her bloody hands. Her suit is in a similar state. “ Not mine ” she replies in the same tone, and a soft smile appears on both of your faces. As you look behind her back you can, indeed, notice three men. They are laying on the floor, all unconscious and tied and you weren’t expecting less from the woman you love.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #reader insert #x reader #black widow #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu women #mcu au #StainedHearts #light angst #comfort #angst and comfort

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idontwantotsayimgodbut · 1 year

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I’ll make it up to you

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cw: afab!reader, really really soft dom luci, sub reader, Angst in the beginning, hurt/comfort, oral (fem receiving)

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“do you even want me?” you barely let out, lips quivering. Lucifer’s eyes shot up to meet your, immediately. He knew he’d been a slight hit neglectful of your attention, but he swears he doesn’t mean it. Diavolo’s been piling on more and more work recently, and he hasn’t had the time to relax with you.

But that didn’t matter now, not when he had you questioning his love for you. With your eyes closed shut in fear of letting the waterfall behind them out, you heard footsteps getting closer and closer to you. That’s when you felt Lucifer’s 2 hands cup your cheeks, “Darling, please look at me,” he slope softly. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. I know I haven’t been all the attentive to you, and that’s completely on me, but don’t you dare go thinking I don’t want you. Sweet thing, you’re all I want.”

All you truly needed was some reassurance, and with hearing those words you finally let your tears out, holding his hands that were still so softly gripping your face. “Shh shh shhh don’t cry I’m here, I’m right here love and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry y/n.” He let go of your face and held you close to his chest. He couldn’t believe he hurt you the way he did, he hates that your tears are because of him.

After a while of letting your emotions out in his arms, you let out a soft, “thank you”. looking up to him. He smiled softly and replied, “ no, thank you for being with me. I love you y/n.” He doesn’t say it often, but he probably should. You leaned up to his lips, softly kissing them, “I love you too Lucifer.”

He went back in for another kiss, another and another. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, scared to let you go as if you’d disappear if he did. He slid his hand up your shirt, and you deepens the kiss as he took your shirt off. You looked at him with lust, and love. “I want you so bad, and I’ll show you just how bad I need you.” He whispered into your ears, sending shivers down in spine. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second as he worked quickly to rid you of your clothing.

When you were left in nothing but panties and a bra, he picked you up and sat you on the edge of the bed, “ you’re beautiful” he murmured. You blushed, you always loved when he was intimate with you. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every beautiful detail of the masterpiece that you are.

He placed kisses down your stomach, and started kissing the insides of your thighs, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. he looks up to you, you can see his eyes glistening with love, “are you sure this is alright?” he asks. you kiss the top of his head, “I need you luci”, you say quietly.

With that, he licks your clothed pussy, causing you to take in a sharp breath. As he keeps prodding your pussy with his tongue he slips a finger into it causing you to whimper at the feeling. “Lucifer please,” you whine, and who is he to deny you?

He pushes you back on the bed, locking his arms around your thighs and swiftly begins to lap at your pussy like a thirsty dog. He sucks on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. He pumps two fingers in and out of you, “come out pretty girl, I know you can do it” he says with a sultry voice. he feels your leads clamping down on his fingers and he knows you’re close, so he picks up the pace, determined to bring to you to your climax.

“Lucifer!” You cry out as you finally come around his fingers. He pulls them out of you and licks them clean. “You taste divine love,” he utters, causing you to blush. After you finally catch your breath he gets you cleaned up and gently placed you on the bed. He lies beside you and falls asleep with his arms holding your waist, thinking about how he’s so lucky to have you.

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a/n: HI sorry for disappearing for 3 months 😭 I had college apps to do but im finished with those and I got in to my top choices ! So I’ll be posting more (hopefully) anyways i hope you enjoyed and PLEASE SEND ME SMUT REQUESTS!!!! i will write them now that I’m back, anyways thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me fluff #obey me luficer #angst and comfort #smut #hurt/comfort #obey me x mc #obey me angst

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nightmare-dreamt · 9 months

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"Have you ever thought to stop and think about how I feel" - Atsumu Miya

It was the same thing every time. The same thing with him.

"You guys would make such a cute couple."

"Of course we would, have you looked at us? Or more of them?"

"They're too good for me."

"Maybe because we already are one… just kidding. I'm way to out of their league."

All of those words were spoken by one person and one person only. Atsumu Miya, one of the Miya twins and a well known volleyball player, but he was also your best friend since the two of you were kids. The two of you went to parites or events often and the remark was made everytime and everytime it hurt you more and more.

"Hey where are you going?" Atsumu called out from the front porch, watching his best friend stomp off. Y/n grumbled, feeling the pouring rain on them, "Away from you, what else does it look like I'm doing?"

"Why though? I thought we were having fun at this party?" Atsumu exclaimed, tilting his head causing his signature bleached hair to fall in front of his eyes. Feeling their heartbeat speed up. Y/n swallowed harshly trying to hold down any exploding emotions that were threatening to spill out. Y/n spun around, "I'm going home."

Rushing out into the intenser storm, Y/n stopped when the realization hit them. They didn't drive here themselves, Atsumu drove them. Groaning loudly, Y/n pulled out their phone getting ready to call an uber when the rain seemed to stop falling onto them. Looking up. Y/n widened their eyes meeting the bleached haired boys gaze who had a blank expression on his face.

"You shouldn't have ran our like that. You're going to catch a cold from being our here, come on I'll drive you home," Atsumu stated, holding an umbrella. Y/n rolled their eyes, "I'm calling a driver, go enjoy the party with all of your frineds."

"They're not my friends, your my friend and I refuse to let you get in a car with someone stranger," He grumbled at their words, grabbing their hand and leading them to his car. Yanking their hand back, Y/n stopped in place feeling the rain falling onto them again now that the umbrella wasn't over them anymore. Atsumu turned, "What are you doing?"

"Why?"

"Why what?" Atsumu wondered with a confused look. Y/n choked back a sob, "Why do you say all of those things? Why do you say those things and act like my emotions don't matter?"

"Y/n I-" He started, hearing the pain in their voice. Y/n screamed, with tears in their eyes, "Have you ever thought to stop and think about how I feel?!" Widening his eyes, Atsumu stared back at his crying frined who was now soaked from the rain that poured harshly around them. Atsumu gulped, "I'm sorry…"

"That's all you have to say…" Y/n cried out. Atsumu laughed, dropping the umbrella letting the rain fall onto him now, "No I'm sorry for being an-, I wished I relizaed how you felt earlier and then maybe I would have made some of the things I said true."

"What?" Y/n muttered in a confused tone. Atsumu stepped forward, "How do you feel Y/n?"

"Upset. Angry. Confused," Y/n answered, staring donw at the ground. "But mostly heartbroken that you could just say all those things without knowing that I'm madly in love with you."

"Hey," Atsumu reached out grabbing their hands, "The only reason I said all of those things was because ! was madly in love with you and was afriad that you wouldn't want to be my friend if you knew the truth."

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked, looking up to meet his gaze. Atsumu smiled, brushing his hair back in the rain, "I love you, Y/n." It was now their turn to widen their eyes, having his words repeat in their head now knowing that their best friend felt the same way as them. Jumping up. Y/n wrapped their arms around his neck causing him to wrap his arms around them, holding them close.

"I love you too, you big idiot," Y/n happily cried, feeling his heartbeat that was beating ten times faster then theirs. Atsumu grinned, "Good, now can we go to the car before we get a cold?"

"Definatly," Y/n sniffled, following him to the car holding his hand tightly, never wanting to let it go.

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↬ A Two Way Street ↫

Aaron Hotchner x Jessica Brooks x female reader (platonic)

Summary: Aaron walks in on you calling him out and urging your friend Jessica to speak up for herself.

Warnings: angst, some comfort, family issues, Hailey is mentioned, angry Hotch

A/N: just a little blurb I thought of after watching S10E20, hope you enjoy

WC: 1K

Pic credit: pinterest

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You were heartbroken, sitting across from your best friend as she broke down for the third time this week. You’ve known Jessica Brooks for almost seven years. The two of you share everything and have an almost sisterly bond. Despite her bubbly and outgoing persona, the past few years have been tough on her. Between the sudden loss of her sister, stepping up in a major way for her nephew Jack and his dad, financial stress, and her father's new dementia diagnosis, you were worried about your friend. She had too much on her plate and was slowly losing herself.

Naturally, you felt angry for her. She gave every part of herself to her family, held nothing back and never said no. But everyone has their limit, and Jessica was well past hers.

“Jess, please let me help you. I can watch Jack, we both know this interview is important.”

You had called up an old friend for a favour to get Ray a spot at one of the best assisted living facilities in the city. Jessica landed an interview, but Jack’s father wasn't home for another two days. You’ve only met the man in passing, you never really had an opinion on him one way or the other, but as of late, you've grown to resent him for all the pressure he puts on your friend.

“It's fine Y/N, you know how Aaron is, he wouldn’t be happy with his son being around people he doesn’t know,” you rolled your eyes at that.

Meanwhile, Aaron’s case ended earlier than expected. He decided to come by Jessica's place to surprise Jack. He let himself in quietly, knowing it was either Jack’s nap-time or reading time, not wanting to disturb either. He paused at the sound of your voices coming from the kitchen.

“You know what I mean Y/N, I trust you with Jack but I want to respect his father's wishes,” she explained patiently.

“C'mon Jess, I know he’s your family but this laundry list of demands and expectations is ridiculous. He knows about your dad, has he offered to help in any way? He knows about your job situation, has he offered any help? Jess, why is it that you have to be the backbone for everyone and no one looks out for you?” Jessica sighs, biting her lip.

Aaron’s jaw is clenched tightly as the heat begins to rise to his face, he feels a swarm of emotions at the moment, but mainly anger. Anger at being called out by someone he barely knows, anger that you know this much about his family life, anger that you have the nerve to say any of this out loud.

“Y/N, you're always looking out for me and I’m forever grateful, you put in a good word for dad at this facility, you put in a referral for me at your job, and you always offer to watch Jack for me. You are the best friend and biggest supporter I have right now and I love you for it Y/N. But it's different with Aaron, he's-”

“Your ex-brother-in-law that you feel bad for? Look, Jess, I know I'm well out of line here but you are drowning and you need to speak up for yourself.” That was bold, but you stood ten toes behind every word and behind your friend.

Hotch decides he has heard enough, he clears his throat, causing you both to jump.

“Aaron, your home! Jack’s gone down for a nap, he was worn out today, they played tennis and it was his turn to be pizza helper,” Jessica rambles on nervously, firmly planting herself between the two of you. The tension in the room is thick.

“Can I have a word please,” he shoots you a stern glare, “in private.”

You move out to the balcony, avoiding all eye contact, feeling guilty for the awkward situation you've created for Jess.

“Aaron listen, she’s my friend, her delivery is harsh but she means well,” Hotch abruptly cuts her off, “I don’t want her anywhere near my son and I’d appreciate it if you'd stop indulging our private business with her,” he snaps.

Jessica is slightly taken aback, “Aaron, I understand she said some harsh words just now, but that's not fair, she's my friend and she’s genuinely concerned. She's coming from a good place.” Her tone is calm, a stark contrast to his.

“Why didn't you just come to me instead of venting to your friend about our family’s issues?”

“Aaron, you are not the easiest person to talk to. You have a lot on your plate already, and you're not always open to having hard conversations. Y/N is a good friend, she listens and offers real solutions to help.”

Aaron shifts slightly, feeling an uncomfortable pang in his chest.

“I would've heard you out. I didn't know you were struggling with work, and I was going to talk to you about your dad, but I wanted to give you some space first,” his voice is lower now.

“That's it, Aaron, I don't need any more ‘space’ I feel like I'm on an island by myself as it is! I want to feel like I can talk to you without worrying about you getting upset.”

Jessica sighs, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “and I want you to talk to me Aaron, you don’t have to carry everything by yourself, this is a two-way street.”

Aaron looks down at his feet, hands tucked into his pockets as guilt washes over him. Jessica has been a rock for him and he had no idea how badly she was hurting. Aaron’s coping mechanism is to drown out the noise with work, to bury his head in the sand.

“I’m sorry Jessica, I’m sorry for not listening and for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me. I’ll try do better about talking to you.”

You’ve been watching and listening silently from your spot on the balcony as the two of them talk it out and you smile to yourself, proud of Jessica for finally speaking up. Hearing Aaron speak candidly and be vulnerable for once shifts something inside of you.

Maybe Jack’s dad isn't as bad as you thought….

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bangtanflirt · 1 year

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This Could Be Home (FINAL)

Golden Retriever Hybrid Jungkook x Human Reader x Human Hoseok

Angst and Comfort. PG-13 (this one might be like TV-14 or something because it does have more mature themes than the other two parts).

Part 1 > Part 2

Summary: As a purebred adopted by a high class family, some would think Jungkook had it all--but the pain behind the façade inevitably catches up to him. It’s only when you and Hoseok enter his life does he (gradually) allow himself to feel happiness again.

Warnings: mentions of past hybrid abuse (including hybrid sexual harassment but it’s not graphically described) and the ptsd it’s caused, runaway hybrid jk, one awkward instance of morning wood

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Night creeps in and the three of you gather around the sofa for an impromptu movie night, letting an over-the-moon Jungkook pick. You can’t help but giggle at the way his forehead scrunches when he’s focused on choosing, as if it’s the most serious decision in the world. “The Conjuring” is his final pick, no matter how many times you and Hoseok warn that it could be too scary for him. You haven’t seen his stubborn side come out before, but it’s on full display as he guarantees he can handle the movie.

Only after you and Hoseok go into your bedroom for the night does Jungkook realize just how much the movie is affecting him. In all the other nights he’s been here, the soft couch has not elicited any complaints from the boy—after all, he was used to metal cages. Tonight, however, trying to sleep alone on said couch feels impossible; his mind incessantly replays scenes from the movie. He tries to steady his breathing and hide under the blankets, but his heartbeat only fastens the longer he’s alone. High on adrenaline and fear, he brushes off the covers and bolts the short distance to the bedroom door. The moment between knocking and waiting for one of you to open feels like eternity.

“Hey Kookie, did you need something?” Hoseok’s in his pajamas and looking all ready to call it a night. You’re on the bed, matching your boyfriend’s jammies, and slapping moisturizer onto your face.

“T-too scared to sleep out there. Can I sleep with you guys tonight?”

You and Hoseok give the hybrid a light-hearted “I told you so” look, teasing him about being able to handle the scary movie. It’s only once you’ve gotten all the teasing out of your system that you lift the covers and invite the boy to cuddle up beside you. The three of you drift off into a cozy slumber, with Jungkook sandwiched in the middle. Jungkook does well to inhale your scents, clinging onto it like it can ward off any demons that might come for him. With you and Hobi there to protect him, the movie scenes don’t seem all that scary anymore.

The next morning, you awaken in your usual haze, ready to tease your boyfriend for the morning wood you feel on your thigh. However, you come enough to your senses to realize that you’re not currently feeling your lover—it’s Jungkook you’re feeling. The realization causes you to let out a yelp, it’s not super loud but it does wake Jungkook up. Once he realizes what caused your reaction, he sprawls out of the bed entirely, the action causing Hoseok to wake up as well. Jungkook realizes he’s only added insult to injury by standing up, as now you and Hoseok have a clear view of the erection through his sweatpants. The boy immediately drops to the floor with his knees to his chest, spilling nonstop apologies without looking either of you in the eye. At the very least, the horror and embarrassment causes the erection to disappear pretty quickly.

“I wasn’t trying to…I wasn’t thinking anything dirty, I don’t know why that happened”

His voice breaks many times during that sentence alone, clearly trying not to break into tears. Neither you nor your boyfriend know how to approach the situation, but Hoseok gives it a try.

“Relax Kookie, it’s just morning wood, right? Let’s just forget it.”

But Jungkook shakes his head, holding his knees closer,

“But I’m not supposed to be able to do that”

This confuses both Hoseok and you,

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” You choose your tone very carefully, making sure to sound nonjudgmental and encouraging.

“I mean..I’m broken in that way.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Ma’am-um-I mean Mrs. Choi…she told me. She um used to st-strip in front of me when Mr. Choi wasn’t home. She would make me watch her do things to herself and get really mad when I wouldn’t grow down there. She told me I was broken.”

A whirlwind of rage brews inside of you, and Hoseok’s not faring any better. Every time the two of you think you’ve reached the bottom of the Choi’s terribleness, you find even more reason to despise them.

You make your way to the boy, crouching down and taking his head into your palms; Hoseok follows and holds the hybrid’s trembling hands. You make sure he’s looking you in the eyes before you say your next words.

“You’re not broken, Jungkook. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. Those people were horrible and it’s beyond normal for your body to reject that disgusting woman, especially in the atrocious circumstances she forced you into. Your body is finally feeling safe here, and hopefully your mind is too. Please, never think of yourself as broken in any way ever again.”

Your eyes brim with sincerity, and Jungkook’s breath steadies as your words get through to him. He holds Hoseok’s hands tighter, guilt and shame still etched onto his features. That’s when Hoseok does what he’s best at—lighten the atmosphere. You watch as your boyfriend changes the topic of the conversation entirely, instead talking about some viral tweet. You get the hint and promptly join, saying whatever until you see Jungkook visibly relax. No one mentions the incident again.

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The weekend approaches and it’s the first time since Jungkook’s stay that you and Hobi invite a guest for dinner. Your eyes don’t miss the extra jittery hybrid once he hears the news. You can’t blame him; he’s barely just started to feel secure around you and your boyfriend. However, this dinner is necessary.

“Don’t worry Kookie, Namjoon is coming over to help you. I know new people aren’t your thing, but he’s nothing to be scared of, promise.”

He looks at you with literal puppy dog eyes,

“Help me?”

Is he going to take me away from here? I don’t wanna leave.

“Yes sweetheart,” you ruffle his hair lovingly. “So please try to relax and help me set the table. He’ll be here any minute.”

Jungkook sets the table with lingering worries plaguing his mind. This mysterious Namjoon you were so keen on inviting over…how could he possibly help him? His thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell.

Instinctively, the hybrid cowers behind Hoseok as you greet the tall, black-haired man into the house. The man’s presence itself feels commanding, and Hoseok has to hold Jungkook’s hand to keep him from running off.

Namjoon looks over at the hybrid, walking over in long strides. He stretches out a hand to pet the freshly dyed blonde locks, but Jungkook only whimpers and backs away.

The man quickly realizes his mistake and apologizes, “I’m so sorry! I’m usually around dog hybrids that like to be pet. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He flashes a guilty smile. Jungkook meekly nods in response.

Namjoon refocuses on Hoseok and you.

“It’s so nice to see you guys. Been quite a while, huh? Nice place you got here.”

The four of you gather around the dinner table, with you, Hoseok, and Namjoon fondly reminiscing the college days. Jungkook keeps his head down and fiddles with his food the whole time. Only after everyone feels more settled in does Hoseok bring up why he called Namjoon over, explaining the whole situation with Jungkook and the Chois.

Jungkook’s too focused on the plate to see the pitiful look Namjoon gives him throughout, especially at the part about Happy Hybrid.

Kim Namjoon is in a unique situation: as the heir and CEO of Kim Group, he actually has the power to go against the Chois. The Kim Group is the leader of Korea’s auto manufacturing industry and has quite the reputation for questionable tactics to stay on top. Namjoon’s father and grandfather have been infamous for keeping dirt on other conglomerates and blackmailing companies to protect their monopoly. With his grandfather passed away and father currently hospitalized, Namjoon is the current face of the family business. He’s taken a different approach from his family, opting to ditch the old ways of business and strive for a more ethical approach. His strait-laced ways are admirable, but also make it hard for you and Hoseok to ask for the favor you need.

“I know you’re trying to do things differently from your father, and we really respect you for that, but if there’s any chance you have any files on the Choi Group then we can use it protect him. We’re desperate.”

After a pregnant pause, Namjoon nods. Hoseok and you take a giant sigh of relief and Jungkook still doesn’t know what’s going on.

“But you’re going to need to revise your plan. If I give you the files and you go straight to the police, they’ll no doubt blame everything on a fall-guy and get off clean.”

“What should we do if not turn the files in?”

“Just bluff. Threaten them that you’ll go to the police. I doubt they’ll risk going through the process of court trials for a hybrid they don’t even seem to like.”

Jungkook’s heart drops at those words. He knows they’re true, but it’s still not pleasant to hear. Namjoon picks up on his second mistake of the night, backtracking and overexplaining how he didn’t mean it to come across like that.

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The very next day, Hoseok sits face to face with Choi Do-Jin, clenching his fists by his side and resisting every urge to give his smarmy face a good right-hook.

“You said you’re currently in possession of my hybrid, is that correct?”

Hoseok nods with a cold stare.

“Great! Tell me a time and day to pick him up and I’ll send over some people. Oh and, this” he slides over a check, with everything filled out except the amount, “I’ll let you decide a reasonable amount for putting up with him and returning him to us.”

Hoseok promptly slides the check back.

“I never said anything about giving him back.”

Do-Jin’s features contort into confusion,

“He’s a pet to the Choi family. You don’t exactly have a choice here, boy.”

That’s when the younger man pulls out a usb from his pocket, sliding it over.

“What’s this?”

“Proof of every instance of embezzlement and tax evasion committed by Choi Group in the last three years. You can keep that copy. I have many more back-ups.”

The man’s face drops fifty shades in color, almost as pale as his white knuckles.

“You’re doing all this for that pathetic excuse for a hybrid?”

“Confidentiality of these files in exchange for Jungkook’s freedom. Take it or leave it.”

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Jungkook practically tackles Hoseok to the ground when he’s told of his freedom, tail wagging uncontrollably and peppering kisses all over the older man’s face. The boy’s heart feels fifty tons lighter and he’s pretty sure he’s never smiled as wide before. You’re no different, joining the golden retriever in jumping your boyfriend with delight. The three of you stay down on the floor for a while, letting the new reality set in: the reality that Jungkook doesn’t have to live every day in anxiety anymore. You and Hoseok can’t stop cooing over Jungkook wagging his tail.

Dinner that night feels different; there’s no overwhelming fear of anyone bursting through the door to take the hybrid away—it feels like a normal dinner at home. Home.

“Your ownership change papers are being processed right now. Once you’re officially in our name, we’ll let you decide what to do. You can continue to be under our name if you’d like, or we can sign off on emancipation papers. If you want to be emancipated, you can still stay here until you get on your own feet. Just let us know what you want once you figure it out.”

The last sentence was Hoseok’s way of letting him know he had time to decide, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to need time at all. He speaks up less than a second after Hoseok finishes.

“I want to be your hybrid.”

His enthusiastic response endears both you and Hoseok.

“Perfect, but you can change your mind literally anytime, understand?”

Jungkook nods, finding it equally endearing that neither Hoseok nor you can hide their joy at his response. This is what it feels like to be wanted—to be loved. It’s the most euphoric feeling in the world.

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