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llokii · 21 days

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I have Frank brain rot and it’s all Taylor Swifts fault:

(‼️ very brief and mild mentions of smut ‼️)

• Secretly living with Frank and being in soft domestic bliss (when he’s not out beating people up)

• Finally telling someone you’re his girl just for them to shake their head in disappointment.

• “I can’t believe you’re with someone like Frank” and “you’re too good for a criminal like him” are just a couple of the nicer things people have said about you and your love

• Staying confidently by his side despite the whispers and slander from ignorant bystanders sitting high on their barstools

• They could never understand. You can handle him. Yes, he’s dangerous. He could kill everybody in this bar if he wanted to but he wouldn’t put you in a situation like that.

• You know the power he holds and you love him for it. He’s your protector, your lover, your beautiful gorgeous man. All yours.

• The contrast between his large, calloused hands and your soft gentle ones being too much for others to comprehend

• How could you be so gentle with such a monster?

• More importantly, how could Frank Castle, The Punisher, the person who’s managed to strike fear into the souls of anyone who’s met him, become so soft for you?

• Everything about him is rough and rugged. Dirty and aggressive. And yet, there’s something about him when he’s with you. Is it a glimmer in his eyes? A shift in his tone of voice? The way he gently leads you to your seat with his hand on your lower back?

• He has a habit of calmly whispering tender secrets and the occasional snide joke about the rare passerby.

• Laughing and sharing drinks with you for hours on end. Surprising everyone around with how loose and alive he seems when he normally appears to be so emotionless and empty.

• You go home together and he gives you a look you’ve come to love. You’ll never get sick of this look. The one that means “I want you” and “you’re so gorgeous” and “I love you” and “please, please kiss me” all at once.

• When you’re alone together like this, between cotton sheets in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, he’s so beautiful and raw. So so unabashedly…. Frank.

• He is surprisingly submissive at times. Being so gentle with you and occasionally even begging “please touch me” or “oh god, please kiss me” and it’s impossible to deny these requests.

• You try not to think about how nobody approves of your love. In the end, their opinions don’t matter anyways. You know you love him and he lets you know time and time again that he loves you the same.

• But when you do think of these judgmental people, you’re often overcome with thoughts of lashing out. How dare they try to tell you who you can and can’t love?

• You would burn the whole world to the ground before giving in to their ignorance.

• You know this is the man you’ll marry some day. He’s ruined you for anybody else. There’s nobody else who could love you like he does, and there’s nobody else who could love Frank like you.

#Frank castle #Frank castle Drabble #frank castle fic #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #Frank castle smut #the punisher #Frankcastle #mcu #marvel #the defenders #defenders #llokii brainrot

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superums · 6 months

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why do i cry — 42! miles prt 2.

spidey!reader. angst with happy ending. for general audiences. (cannon) character death. no y/n. childhood friends to crush to enemies to lovers. no official confession but a official confession. part 2 of this fic. somewhat of a accidental confession trope

color coded text: miles. you/spidey.

inspired by: why do i cry - margo guryan

"miles?" you felt like throwing up all over again, looking at the boy you've loved for almost all your life talking down to you. you were almost living the worst day of your life all over again.

you closed your eyes, expecting another barrage of punches only to be met with a hand grabbing your mask. you grabbed his arm but you were too weak to stop him.

in a instant your face was met with the cold snowflakes falling from the sky. readjusting your eyes you saw him standing over you. time stood still—what was a few seconds felt like years, decades.

your body loved faster then your mind did, snatching your mask, you put it back on before leaving him in your wake.

that entire week you genuinely felt sick with heart break. your mother tried to get you out of bed many times but she each time she came your face was wet with fresh tears.

you couldn't tell her why, you didn't want anyone else thinking less of you. instead you told her "i just need time.. please."

she gave you space, cooking your favorite meal every single day until you felt better and each time you did think you were getting better, the image of miles standing over you would come back making you feel sick all over again.

in the four weeks it was almost like you stopped existing from anyplace but your bedroom and in your absence crime started to pick up again, and so did the complaints from the media.

"some hero spidey is huh? kingpin robs bank after bank and that useless web-head is nowhere to be found?! new york this just shows we can't trust that sorry excuse of a hero for anything!"

jonah jameson yelled into his camera—he wasn't alone. from all over new york, anchors were throwing every professional name they could think of at you, miles felt like he was the blame.

in the weeks you've been gone his mind has yet to calm. he was about to kill you, if he didn't take off your mask theres no telling what he would've done.

he's been trying to stay away from you, but now crime is risen and theres been several threats that someone is going to attack the brooklyn bridge he knew he had to find you.

now he's standing in your bedroom. he almost stopped breathing as he stopped your still frame. walking closer, he sat next to your feet gently as he could. it took him forever before he opened his mouth.

"i..." he looked at his gauntlet. "i'm sorry for what i did... what i said." the lack of light of your room hid his the sick look on his face. your eyes were wide open and watering slightly as you saw his dark figure from the moonlight outside.

"i did believe what they said about you—how you killed my father... how you're a murderer... a cowardly killer. maybe since it was....maybe since it was him, it was easier for me to believe." you almost felt sick as you saw him wiping his face and sniffling; he was trying not to cry.

you listened as miles talked to himself out loud; he says that he didn't know how to handle jeffs death and that uncle aaron was the only person he felt like he could turn to.

that he worried his mom because he's out so late and bearly talks to anyone anymore but he has to provide for her now that his dads gone.

it takes him a while to stop talking and after that he sits in your room in silence almost like he was going to say something else, instead he heads to your window.

your open eyes stared into the darkness corners of your room as you contemplated stopping him. you wanted to let him go, you wanted to hate him but your heart wouldn't allow it—grabbing his hand you stopped him in his tracks.

whipping his head to face you, you stood on your knees in your bed, you were visibly disheveled, even shaking as you held his hqnd. "miles, i....." you were fighting back vomit and tears as you looked at the boy you love.

it didn't seem appropriate, he just confessed he wanted to kill you because of the news and that he wanted to make you pay—but you can't hold this in any longer. for as long as you could remember you've wanted to confess to him, now this might be the last time you see him ever you have to get it off your chest.

"miles...i like you—no i love you... even after what you said to me on that roof top." it felt like the world stopped for both you and him, his heart fastened as he stared at you. you closed your eyes, expecting him to leave, to say he had a girlfriend even laugh again you but instead you were met with a hug.

his gloved hand rubbed your back and his head burring itself into your shoulder. "i don't know what i'd do if you didn't..." you two cradled each other for a while before separating to look each other in the eyes. "i didnt mean to hurt you." he says after a moment.

holding your hand, he walked you to your window before opening it again. you squeezed his tighter as you saw him get ready to leave. kissing your cheek, he began to climb out of it. "i'll come see you after school... make sure you're dressed, imma take you somewhere." "y-yeah okay."

your legs felt like jelly as you watched him leave. heading back to your bed, you layed on your back for a moment before turning on your stomach and kicking your feet. "i better hurry up and get to bed.. i have a date tomorrow."

taglist: @lunagalaa @awow-2 @coffeeandtealol

#42 miles x reader #miles g morales x reader #earth 42 miles × reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #atsv headcanons #atsv × reader #atsv imagines #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #spiderverse x reader #miles morales headcanons

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kudos-2-you · 27 days

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Alastor helping his fem little!reader through a panic attack fic? Thank you ❤️

Notes: Sorry this took forever to get out and if it's a bit short! The sickness bug hit me hard as heck. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Alastor x Regress! Little! F! reader

tags: regression, soft alastor, his shadow, panic attacks

It was the middle of the night and you had just woken up from a nightmare you couldn’t quite remember that caused a horrible sense of panic. The anxiety rose so much in your chest that you started breathing rapidly as you looked around. The room felt too big and empty which caused your own regression to trigger. You felt tiny in the room as you climbed out of bed, bringing your blanket that had an antler pattern on it from your papa, Alastor.

When the all-powerful radio demon first laid eyes on you as a new arrival at the hotel after the extermination he took a great interest in you. From how you handled yourself to when you would slip into your room without anyone else taking notice, well… besides him. One night when he was roaming the halls, he passed your old room and heard soft giggles along with cooing. He decided to just hide in the shadows to see exactly what you were up to and his findings piqued his interest even further.

There you were, giggling to yourself as you played with a little deer plush in your hands and making noises as you gently brushed its back. Alastor immediately knew you went into regression, having been bored some years back he decided to look into it and found it quite intriguing. The next day he pulled you off to the side in private and revealed that he found out that you were a little, which made you a bit upset until he asked you if he could be your caregiver. It surprised you in all honesty, the horrifying overlord wanted to take care of you? You had to be dreaming. He had assured you that it wasn’t a deal and you could deny it if you wished. In the end, though, you accepted and he’s been nothing but soft with you in and out of regression since then.

Now thinking of your papa, you left your current room of the hotel and quietly made your way to his room. The lights helped you find your way as he was only a few doors down, he had specifically asked Charlie to move your room as close as she could while also giving you enough space should you wish it after your agreement without letting the princess know exactly why. You noticed his light was on as it shined under the door. You padded over to it and knocked softly with a trembling hand.

Instantly Alastor’s shadow wormed its way under the crack of the door, smile ever present with a furrowed eyebrow like it was angry. It immediately softened though when it saw your shaking form holding your blanket close to your chest. It began giving you cooing-static-filled noises as it placed its’ hands on your face as a means to calm you down. It only worked a little as your breathing became more shallow and deep. Its grin grew as it moved its hands off your face before holding up its hands for you to wait as it retreated back under the door.

The panic slowly started setting back in as it left you alone, feeling like it was just going to leave you alone but you knew better. Not even a moment later you heard hasty footsteps before the door opened to reveal Alastor, smile ever present though his eyes held concern.

“Y/n? What’s wrong my little doe?”

You sniffled as you looked up at him, your breathing growing more rapid as your chest tightened. Instantly Alastor picked you up into his arms and brought you into his room, his shadow closing and locking the door behind him. He carried you over to a chair and sat you down as he kneeled in front of you. His shadow wrapped around the back of the chair, making more cooing noises as it ran its’ hand along your head.

“Darling, what’s going on?” His smile seemed strained as his eyes showed concern for you. You knew he wasn’t great with feelings but he seemed to try for you when you were in your regressed state.

Your small mind couldn’t voice what you wanted in your panic state so instead you only managed a choked gasp of air as you gripped the front of your nightgown in an iron grasp, showing you needed something to hold onto.

Alastor, quick to action, scooped you back up in his arms and sat on the chair with you in his lap as his shadow whisked out of sight only to return a fraction of a second later with your deer plush in its shadowy hands. The radio demon gently peeled your grip from your shirt for his shadow to gently hand you the plush which you held on for dear life.

A radio on a bookshelf crackled to life as it played a soft melody, you knew he would have wanted jazz but opted for something a bit calmer in the moment. You rested your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat as he rubbed your back and hummed softly along with the song. His shadow even joined in, making the cooing noises as held your hands around the plush.

Your breathing slowed down, small hiccups and giggles sounding from you as the shadow started kissing your nose with the plush.

“Little doe?” Alastor spoke softly as he noticed you had calmed down from your panic. You looked up at him, noticing the concern was still there but his smile softened. “What happened, my darling?”

You gave another hiccup before you looked back down to your plush and mumbled out, “Bad dream.”

The shadow cooed again as Alastor petted the top of your head. “Would you like to talk about it?”

You shook your head no. “Can’t remember…” And that was the truth, try as hard as you could in your regressed state, you really couldn’t remember what the nightmare was. Truthfully, you didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

His shadow's expression softened more as it gave you a kiss on your forehead a small kiss, along with having your deer plush kissing your nose. You smiled and gave a yawn as you nuzzled into Alastor more.

Alastor hummed as he held you closer, a blanket appearing from the shadows and landing over the two of you. “It’s okay, my little doe. Why don’t you go back to sleep and I’ll be with you the entire time, hm?”

You nodded and nuzzled into his chest a bit more as you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the soft melody, cooing from his shadow, and the humming from Alastor.

Dreamland was sweet and kind to you as you were held safe in the arms of your papa.

#x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #age regression

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1ovede1uxe · 2 months

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tired - jotaro kujo x reader

set during pt. 4, you and jotaro get into a little bit of an argument (kinda fluffy ending dw, also tbh Jotaro might be a bit ooc here, it's been a while since I watched part 4)

You endured the journey to Egypt together. You endured grad school together. You then endured telling a rambunctious teenager about the slutty old man. Then it was Angelo, then Red Hot Chili Pepper, and now, Yoshikage Kira.

It was 8:37 pm. Jotaro paced your shared suite at the Grand Morioh Hotel back and forth. Yoshikage Kira had escaped today, becoming unrecognizable. For the first time in a long, long, time; a fight had ended in a draw for Jotaro Kujo, even worse, Koichi had to endure part of this battle on his own. Koichi fought well, even then, he still ended up getting his stomach punched out. Jotaro reflected on the situation and fought with himself mentally, passing glances as you sat curled on the couch, reading a book.

Jotaro did not get close to many people, let alone finding a partner that he actually wanted to stick with. Having seen the horrors of the journey to Egypt, you understood and processed the same thing that he had to. You had helped each other through the grief of your dear friends, you had helped him defeat Dio for god's sake. Despite him not being a man of many words (hell, in the years you've been married he hadn't verbally said it outside of big moments and times he couldn't express love otherwise), you understood him better than anyone else could at this point. You knew how he showed his loved, you knew how he thought. However, you couldn't quite figure out what caused this stir.

Jotaro sat on the chair next to the loveseat you were reading on, elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. After a sigh, he leaned back in the chair.

"Don't you get tired of doing this?" He asked you, with a twinge of pain in his voice.

It clicked for you.

"Never, not when it's with you." You responded, finally taking a look up from your book. Folding it shut, you leaned over the arm rest and studied your husband. "Why do you ask?" You questioned.

For the first time in years, there was an uncomfortable, thick tension between the two of you. His usually stoic demeanor began to crack, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath.

"I just. . . I worry."

"Jotaro, we literally fought an insane vampire as teenagers, and we weren't even together by that point, we can handle a murder mystery."

"I worry for you."

"I worry about you too, but that kinda comes with the whole stand users thing, your family lineage thing. It's not a big deal."

"Today I watched another kid reach the brink of death, Koichi, and he would've died had it not been for Josuke. We met Reimi, she was killed by a stand user. That kid- Shigechi, I think Josuke called him?" Jotaro gulped. "He died by that same one. That damn arrow creating all these stupid users. It wouldn't be our problem, the kids' problem, without interaction with me and my damn bloodline."

"Jotaro, I-"

The stoic man began to crack. "I'm sick of hurting the people I'm around, even if it's not even my fault." Jotaro sighed and looked at you for one more moment before dropping his head. "I want you to go home back to Florida."

You shook your head in shock and sat up on the sofa. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me." Jotaro said, not even looking at you at this point, not wanting you to see the tears glazed over his eyes. Over the years, you two had been inseparable since you had met on the journey to Egypt. You graduated high school the same term, went to the same university and even grad school. "Jotaro, I'm not just going to leave you, we're partners. We've been through hell and back and-"

"Things are only getting worse and more dangerous. This isn't about being partners, this is about survival. Your survival." He said sternly, continuing to pace, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"I can handle myself, Jotaro." You refuted, growing a bit aggravated you felt your spouse was trying to push you away.

Jotaro's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration. "This isn't about you being weak, it's about you being safe." he argued back, his voice appeared to be dripping with exasperation, coating his true concern for you. "I can't bear the thought of something happening to you because of me."

"I'm not just some bystander, Jotaro!" you yelled back, your own anger boiling over causing you to raise your voice. "I've been by your side through everything, and I'm not about to leave you now just because things are more dangerous!" After you had raised your voice, you exchanged glares and stood in the heavy silence. You loved him so much, you wouldn't leave his side, no matter how much he might want you to. "I-" You paused. "I'm sorry for yelling, but I know what I walked into twelve years ago, I know what I walked into marrying you. I'm not going back home." You solidified. Jotaro, still facing away, supressed the small smile growing on his face. As much as he cared for your safety, Jotaro was grateful you'd be there for everything.

"Good freakin' grief, You're so damn stubborn, you know that?" he muttered, his frustration dissipating. Jotaro quickly turned to face the window and sniffled, trying to keep himself composed. "I'm not letting you go through this alone." You said firmly. You wouldn't go back even if God came down to earth and told you to. Jotaro wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into side as you gazed out over the town. He planted a quick kiss on the top of your head. "I love you, (y/n)."

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first ever posted one shot? omg? also constructive criticism is always appreciated through dm or askbox <3 The next chapter of beyond the stars is a WIP at the moment, I just wanted to try something fresh, love you all <3

#jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jjba headcanons #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable

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books-and-dragons · 6 months

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I'm so sorry, I'm kinda drunk and dropping another idea, do with it whatever ye will.

Yknow how in the beginning of the game, Sojiro tells Ren he won't take care of him when he gets sick?

Consider: he's not used to city germs/being that closely shoved against other people on the train. He DOES start to get sick around Kamoshida's Palace, powers through it, and then is SUPER sick just after it's over.

He plans on sucking it up and hiding it, but Futaba hears his hacking coughs over her bug even when he's upstairs, followed by wheezing, maybe even a little weeping. He's constantly in and out of the bathroom, and he's starting to run out of tissues.

Futaba nervously texts Sojiro that the kid they took in sounds awful. Sojiro is gruff at first and says he's not a baby, he can take care of himself. She responds by sending him the audio and suddenly Dad Instincts kick in

y/n

obviously it's a YES, our brainrots continue because early-game ren and sojiro dynamics break my heart every time how dare you get me so invested in this idea, this post got too long so it's going under a read more

listen listen look i love sojiro and the coffee family okay, but early-game?? sojiro could catch these hands

ren has already been though so much by the time he arrives in tokyo, to then be put into a dusty old attic like a spare part would absolutely fit in with ren's own perception of himself at that stage. it would be almost too easy for him to put his own health on the backburner kinda like he's already used to it

very used to not taking up space, 'not being a bother', and then sojiro really reinforces this message when ren first gets to leblanc- so when ren inevitably gets ill a month into his probation, it's already doomed for maladaption

tokyo would be such a breeding ground for sickness compared to the countryside, and ren just doesn't have the consitution to deal with it. the dusty attic and poor eating habits don't help matters, and then we have the stress of kamoshida and the metaverse?? ren is not having a Good Time™

at first it's something he thinks he can shrug off, and is adamant that ignoring it is the way to go. a cold, it's nothing, he can handle this alone, no need to bother anyone else with it.

inevitably, he gets worse, because that's what happens when you don't rest and let yourself recover. a tickly cough becomes a tightness in his chest, mild congestion shifts into an attack on his senses and blurriness- but maybe that's the dizziness. he's not really sleeping, either.

it's something that's becoming increasingly difficult to brush off and hide, he even relented to finally getting some medicine (nothing as strong as he needs by this point, that would eat too much into his limited funds, but some painkillers to take the edge off). once or twice he's tempted to stay off school, at morgana's insistence, or a too close call where he definitely blacked out for a minute, but then sojiro's voice will ring in his head 'i won't be the one looking after you if you get sick', 'your parents got rid of you for being a pain in the ass', and all his worst insecurities come rushing back and he's resolved to deal with it on his own

meanwhile, futaba's been making use of her hidden audio bugs- normally they're a comfort for her in the daytime, but since the new kid- ren- has been staying at the cafe (part-timer her ass, how gullible does sojiro think she is?!), she's been listening more frequently. when ren gets sick, she figures it out quickly.

time goes on, he's not getting better- he's actually getting worse- and futaba starts to wonder if she's the only one who knows

(there's something in his sharp contrasts- the quiet kid who shuffles through the cafe and takes sojiro's scolding, to the coughing kid who cries into the silence of night when he thinks there's nobody there to see it- that stabs through her numbness. it feels like a companion to her own ghost)

one night she swears the kid gets up to be sick, and there's hardly any sound heard from the attic all night. if nobody's gonna help ren, then she will (futaba used to like helping, once upon a time).

she texts sojiro the next day, when ren doesn't say anything again, and goes off to school with what she bets is a fake assurance on his face

and you're so right, sojiro dismisses her concern really easily, claims the kid can 'take care of himself' and he won't 'baby' the part-timer. insists ren needs to learn some disipline, then maybe he'll stay out of trouble

frustration wells in futaba- if she was less fixated on what was going on with ren, she'd register it's one of the first changes of mood she's had for months- and she responds with nothing but an audio clip, an attached explanation that this is just from the past few days- it's been going on for weeks, then she waits, and hears the distant sound of her compilation through one of the bugs, a hitched breath from sojiro, curse words under his breath-

for all his earlier postulating about not helping ren if he gets sick, sojiro is immeditely struck with a pang of concern- it sounded bad, and if futaba's words were anything to go by, this had been going on for a while. the kid's at school now (at school, being as ill as that and he was still going to class-), so sojiro will talk to him when he gets back. there's a chance he goes a bit too over the top, between the variation of medicines he purchases, supplies he grabbed from home- if you accused him for over-compensating after maybe being too harsh on the kid in the beginning, you'd be right

and you just know ren would be so resistent at first to help, or even just the offer of staying off school. in his sickness-induced fugue, ren's filter-less in rattling off how he can't stay off, what will the students and teachers think, and he has work that afternoon, and a test soon, and he doesn't want to get in the way-

sojiro's heart just shatters

this kid, whose been silently carring the weight of the world and has apparently been falling to pieces for weeks now and sojiro didn't even notice?

(a part of it reminds him too much of the other kid he's got at home, the countless ways he's already failed futaba, and now ren too? he feels useless)

sojiro focuses on what he can do, and that's making the kid rest. work will understand, school can wait, ren isn't an inconvenience, he guides the kid to bed, calls takemi immediately (who rushes over, despite the fact she's technically closed at this hour, and refuses to take any payment),

even still, there's this stilted awkwardness between them when the quiet pushes on too long- they hardly know each other, afterall. sojiro is still figuring out the 'caring for kids' thing, and ren isn't familiar with any kind of parental affection, so some of sojiro's care veers a bit too close to clinical or mechanic, and ren still struggles to communicate what kind of help he needs, but it's enough for now.

for now, sojiro is there. he's trying, and at least ren's getting some colour back on his skin. for now, ren's willing to take a few days off and have some medicine, but he's over-apologetic and definitely tries to make up for his sickness once he's healed. it's gonna take them both a while yet, but luckily there's always their guardian hacker, ready and able to call them out when needed (and maybe some day she'll be able to keep an eye on ren and sojiro in person)

#ask #also the idea of it being futaba who first realises going on?? developing hers and ren's bond before they even meet??#june i love your brain have i ever mentioned #such a gem even when it h u r t s (which is obviously only ever ALWAYS <3)#us : *sees angsty p5 game content* it's free real estate!#i want ren to have a HUG and REASSURANCE and also a bowl of soup #instead he gets dusty attic and milk-crate bed and instant noodles he packed for emergencies :c #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 headcanons #ren amamiya #futaba sakura #sojiro sakura #oh also also!! imagine how sojiro might feel about his early-game behaviour by late-game/post-canon??#ohhh i bet he'd hate it and there'd be so much self-blame/loathing there #parent guilt and all that good stuff y'know #futaba? seeing herself in early-game ren? ren? seeing himself in palace-futaba? sorry they make me soft and emotional your honour #i love my coffee family but i love it more flavoured with all the issues they haven't yet worked through #once again THIS WASNT MEANT TO BE SO LONG

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ikemenlibrary · 7 months

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The Beast in the Nighttime (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Licht Klein x MC (Belle) Summary: The beast that has lain dormant for so long finally allows himself to feel something.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst, pining, general Licht and Nokto Lore spoilers, any warnings that can come from Licht's route can also be implied here

A note from the author: A quick thank you to @readerinsertfanfiction and @justtuesdays for beta reading this even when you're not in the fandom and letting me know when things didn't make sense LOL. This takes place the first night Licht keeps watch over Belle in his route, based on something he said in his dramatic route ending. The thought of him sitting there pining after her night after night, the conflicting thoughts that swirled around in his head and heart was too much for me to handle, and I needed to write it out.

She was innocent.

Almost too innocent, if Licht had any say in the matter. And now he did have a say, since he was designated to be Belle’s bodyguard during her stay in the palace. Leon, Chevalier, and Sariel had all came upon the agreement that he was best suited to keep watch over her and although Licht knew he could’ve refused, could’ve kept her held back at arms length, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that wouldn’t go away until he agreed to keep her safe.

He didn’t trust his brothers with her; she was so innocent, so naive, like a lamb in a field munching on grass while a horde of carnivores circled her menacingly. A quick flash of eye contact was all it would take before one of them pounced on her, ready to ravage in the dark confines of the night.

At least Licht could contain himself.

That’s what he told himself, and yet, as she tossed and turned in her bed only a few feet away, Licht found himself wishing he could close the distance between them and bury himself into the comforting warmth of her arms. He wanted to feel the compassion she had coursing through her veins and although it was selfish, he wanted to confide in her about what had happened with Mama when he was a child. Maybe then - finally - she would understand why he hated her, why he did things to keep her far away from him. She would understand why he was a man who wasn’t meant to be adored, but a man sentenced to a life of solitude and atonement. But more importantly, Licht secretly hoped she would hold him to her, bathe him in her sunlight, and offer to help carry the burden that he’s kept alone all these years.

And that thought made him sick to his stomach.

Licht Klein was a man of his word, and he promised he’d never let anyone get close enough to him to be hurt again. So nothing else would happen like all those years ago, on that fateful night when his family was torn apart by his own bloodstained hands. So why was it that every time he pushed her away, the pained look on her face only made him feel worse? Why was it that every time she sent a bright smile in his direction that his heart and stomach twisted, making Licht want to return to his dark room and cry himself to sleep, like he’d spent countless nights before when he was younger. He hadn’t cried in years.

No matter what he did in regards to Belle was safe; being near her was painful, and so was being away from her.

Licht hadn’t been so reliant on someone’s company since he and Nokto were little, carefree and happy before Mama- No, no don’t think about it. Don’t cry. You don’t deserve to cry after what you did. And so he blinked away the tears that had sought solace in his eyes, and instead opted to let his gaze fall upon her. The rise and fall of her chest was almost comforting as he matched his breathing to hers, until his mind started wandering once again, to a conversation he had partaken in with Rio and Belle just a few hours before.

Once it had been decided that Licht was to guard Belle every night, he had told himself that he’d stay outside, only acknowledging her with a nod and quick eye contact, and then continue on with his duties the next day with nothing else left to say. But she was so insistent that he couldn’t stay outside, using the excuse that she wouldn’t sleep well knowing Licht was standing in the cold hallway all night. Personally, Licht didn’t mind. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done to himself - in fact, he does far, far worse in the dark confines of his bedroom whenever that aching pull in his stomach starts to throb - but, he disliked the thought of her being uncomfortable, and so he had agreed to join her in her room every night.

Rio had made a comment about how unsavory it was that she was inviting a man into her room every night, and Licht couldn’t forget the way her cheeks flushed and she avoided eye contact, saying it was fine because it was only Licht. She trusted him to not do anything unmentionable, and if she trusted him - if it wasn’t him who was watching over her - then who else would she invite into her room without any thought? He was doing it for her protection, and that was the only reason. Licht was just doing his duty; he was protecting someone he cared about, just as he had done when he shoved Nokto behind them and faced Mama with his blade. It didn’t make him feel any better though, not when these emotions were making him feel as fragile as his caged away heart.

She turned over, restless. Although she would never admit it, Licht knew she didn’t sleep well, her subconscious fretting over the fact he was sitting only a few feet away. That stubborn woman who fought so hard to get him to agree to come into her room, if only so he was comfortable while being on guard, would rather put his comfort over her own, and that realization brought a dull ache to Licht’s chest. This is why he wouldn’t - no, couldn’t - let her get any closer. It only hurt her as much, if not more, than it hurt himself. All he ever did was bring pain to the people he cared about the most.

Just like earlier, he quietly, swiftly, crossed the room. Perching himself on the side of her bed further away from the window - so the moonlight wouldn’t shine on his face and break him out of the trance he was currently in. Just like earlier, he slowly, clumsily, hesitantly moved the hair away from her sweaty forehead, caressing her smooth skin wrinkled with worry and he hastily pushed away the thought creeping in to lean down and kiss away the frown lines where her eyebrows had pinched together. Licht’s voice was soft as he started humming, the song Mama had used to sing to comfort him when he was crying over the pain Nokto took. Nokto took the pain for him, and in turn, Licht cried the tears that Nokto refused to. He used to be quick to laugh, and even quicker to cry, but after Mama died, he realized he didn’t deserve those emotions, and quickly shoved everything he had once felt under lock and key, buried deep inside his chest where the black hole continued to grow each passing day.

Her restless movements stilled as his hand traced from her forehead down to her cheek, and he wished he had taken off his gloves. Licht longed to feel her smooth skin on his worn hands, the hands that didn’t deserve to touch her the way he currently was. The hands that he vowed to never give to anyone else again, lest he brings pain once more. Yet here he was, quickly removing his gloves, his gentle fingers once again ghosting over her cheek. Human contact, after so long. He welcomed it as his heart burned with pain, each of his movements drawing more fire in his chest. He continued humming as he traced the slope of her upturned nose, the same nose that he’d seen her frown at in a mirror as they walked past it in a hallway together. He traced under her eyes, right beneath where her eyelashes lay casting a shadow from the moonglow. He traced her plush lips, a little chapped and raw from being worried in between her teeth over and over again. That simple touch, caused Licht to lose his ability to breathe. This felt too sacred, almost holy, and it wasn’t allowed of a lowly sinner such as himself.

Licht was no better than Nokto. Here he was, a lonely beast basking in the solace of sleeping prey under the guise of comfort. And yet, Licht couldn’t tear himself away from her, his fingers sliding gently through her long hair, only pausing once like a deer in lamp light, as she nuzzled into his touch, sighing so sweetly in her sleep. And what a sound that was, so blissful, more like music to Licht’s ears than what he’s ever heard before. Now, a stab in his heart, from a sharp blade, at that thought. It was quick, and painless, but what hurt was the pain that he felt after he took his hand away from her, the metaphorical sword extracting as quickly as it pierced, leaving his blood to douse the burning embers engulfing his chest, starting to travel down into his stomach, flinching as the fleeting thought of how Mama must have felt when–.

“Licht?” Her eyes fluttered open, and he stayed still, unashamedly sitting at the side of her bed.

“I thought I heard something, but then I realized you were having a bad dream. I was just checking to make sure you’re okay.” He slid on his gloves, and he was grateful that the moon wasn’t bright enough to highlight the evenly lined scars that traveled up and down his arms. It didn’t stop her from looking on curiously. “If that’s all, go back to sleep.” He added softly, curtly. He removed himself from her bed, standing straight as one of his own soldiers were trained to do.

“You look…” She trailed off, cocking her head to the side as she studied him. “Are you okay?”

No. “Yes. I was just thinking about how much I hate you. I’m tired and I can’t sleep because I have to guard you.” The flames stilled as she recoiled. The brazen burning started to diminish as she pulled her blankets back up to her chin. Closing herself off to him. “Well, I adore you. Thank you for staying here and protecting me.”

She was still trying. Another burning match was thrown into the flame. “Don’t say stuff like that. It just makes me hate you more.”

“That’s okay. Hate me as much as you want.” She replied, her eyes never leaving him as he made his way back to the small couch tucked against the wall. “It won’t change how I feel.” Why won't you understand that I am doing this for your sake? “Well stop it, and go to sleep.” Licht said, and then as his eyes met her own, his lips quivered into a soft smile, the muscles being stretched after so long of being forced to stay downturned. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Licht. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She replied, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head. She wouldn’t see him once morning came, his nights were now what he had stored away for her. If this wasn’t a punishment sent directly from God, Licht didn’t know what else it could be.

Once again, even though he wasn’t alone, Licht was lonely, just like he thought he wanted, just the way Mama intended.

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inkyclive · 10 months

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no but wait let me add. can you imagine being cid’s spoiled little brat at the hideout. like after he saved you, he always took a particular liking to you and it went to your stupid little head. he made you feel like his little princess, always showering you with attention and molding you into this devoted little thing to the point where you’re always ready to greet him on your knees in his office when he returns from a mission, head empty and eyes wide and bright for everything little command that falls from his lips.

and it’s almost funny bc like everyone else is so sick of you calling yourself his little wife. and maybe while you don’t explicitly say it you imply it so loud with your actions. especially when cid is away. it’s the way you put yourself in charge of maintaining his study and keeping his belonging fresh for his arrival. you’re always making sure everyone stays in line or else ‘cid won’t be happy when he gets back’. you 💯 call him daddy in some occasions and tarja is ready to strangle you. it doesn’t help that gav is just as delulu and follows you around like a little puppy.

and oh when cid here’s about this he just gets this smug little look. tells everyone he’ll deal with you before bringing you to his study. there he picks you apart, teasing you by calling you his little brat, his little wife who can’t keep his name out of your mouth. so he spends all night making you say it until your voice is hoarse 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

clari you are single handling fueling my unhinged behavior for this ff series ( once again sorry for the spam pls tell me if it’s too much ~)

omg anon what a fucking DREAM

warnings: female reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, extremely bratty reader, morally ambiguous cid, a lil bit of degradation words: 1.2k

okayokayokay so the thing(s) i’m writing for him (one is completely focused on him and pure filth like i mentioned, the other he’s a main character but he isn’t the focus) kiiiinda touches a similar idea because i just think cid would LOVE being with a brat. a playful brat; someone who provides a bit of a challenge without it feeling like any sort of tedious work, someone who keeps him on his toes and is FUN without truly acting out (those genuine tantrums seldom but fierce, only occurring when you don’t get something you desperately wanted, and that’s when he gets to go really Daddy on you, all strict and stern and steely eyes; but he can’t quite quell the self-satisfied little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, threatening to shatter his entire act to bits).

i just feel like if you were his girl, you’d be spoiled fucking rotten, no matter how hard he tries not to. he just can’t say no to your pretty pout and your puppy dog eyes, and he LOVES the way you giggle and squeal his name or his title whenever he gives you something you want—it’s so goddamn precious and it makes him go all melty and starry-eyed for you <3 he’d treat you like such a little princess 97% of the time and i can totally see some people at the hideaway being a lil sour about it because you get special privileges, you don’t pull your weight, you’re protected by the boss and if anyone dares to say anything they will be respectfully but sternly told to cut it out. cid always has the perfect excuses, expertly crafted and readily on hand or in his back pocket, whipped out the moment anyone even attempts to criticize you for your lack of contribution and work.

if anything, gav loves you so much that he’s even worse, snapping at anyone who dares to say a single bad thing in your name, effectively earning him the title of your lovesick guard dog; so even when Daddy’s gone, and you get to play queen of the castle, they can’t say—or do—anything at all. it’s rare that you’ll leave your cid’s chambers alone when he isn’t around, gav glued to your side, ever-protective and watchful, ready to bark and bite at anyone who even looks at you wrong.

you really are cid’s precious little princess, they spit between themselves in hushed tones, with screwed up faces and soured tongues, making the word sound like an insult.

there are definitely moments where cid absolutely has to tell gav to tone it down or reign it in, because in gav’s eyes you can truly do no wrong, an angel among mere mortals, ready to bend over backwards, snap his fucking spine, to your every wish and whim and will.

and it isn’t like cid doesn’t understand the other inhabitants frustrations, doesn’t listen to their complaints and criticisms—it’s just that he really, honestly, genuinely can’t help but give you every single thing your sugary sweet heart desires. that doesn’t mean he won’t scold you for your behaviour, of course, when you’re bent over his desk and sobbing into the wood, when he’s balls fucking deep inside of you, head pressed snugly to your cervix, his voice a peculiar mix of fond condescension. his reprimands almost come out as coos, almost come out as praises, as if he’s proud, as if he finds it all so fucking cute, because as much as he wishes he didn’t, he enjoys this sick little game just as much as you do.

he calls you his spoiled little brat, his snobby little slut, his bratty little bitch as he pounds into you, thrusts so hard they send his heavy desk skidding across the floorboards, each ram of his hips shoving it another inch or so forward, wood scraping against wood.

he spits curses about how you’re so fucking pampered, how Daddy gives you too fucking much, is too fucking lenient with you, and now, what? you think you’re the boss all of a sudden? and oh, Daddy guesses he’ll just have to put you back in your place, remind you of who’s truly in charge, even though he knows his bad little girl will have slipped from her ‘proper place’ by morning time—an inevitable outcome, just like you always do, just like he always lets you, just like he always looks forward to.

and he’s so big, his cock is so big, it routinely rips you apart no matter how much you’ve been prepped, and he just loves watching you take it, either down your throat or in your cunt, stuffing your orifices fucking full of him, until you’re bulging and gorging on him, and then he fucks himself into you some more <3 by the end you’re oozing with him—his cum and his sweat and his spit, a whole mess of Daddy, a masterpiece.

and even though he knows he shouldn’t play favourites, knows it’s wrong and unfair and essentially goes against everything the hideaway is supposed to be, he just can’t help but get this rush of arrogant pride anytime you dote on him, just can’t help but mollify under your requests and demands, always dripping like syrup from the prettiest pout, smooth and sweet and slathered all over him. but everything you do is harmless anyway—it isn’t like you’re hurting anyone by being a brat, so what’s the big deal?

so what if you prance around in those silly, slutty lil milkmaid dresses he buys for you—the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered decent, the edges of your fluffy petticoat just barely visible from beneath layers of linen, the lacy trim of the pretty panties he always gives you (after he ruins yet another pair) teasingly peeking out from under the fluffy frills when you bend over?

so what if you get a little bossy in the name of your Daddy, voice ringing with the slightest implicit threats—a saccharine lil warning sewn into your words, ghosts of my Daddy will...! haunting each sentence—when the other bearers don’t do what you want?

so what if you don’t exactly do anything, your job nothing more than to sit there and look pretty, Daddy’s perfect little trophy wife, ready to serve him whenever he needs it, wherever he wants it, however he wants it?

so what if your room sits empty and abandoned, reduced to nothing more than storage for the outrageous amount of dresses your Daddy gifts you, while you live it up and lounge around in his quarters?

what’s it all matter? it’s just a bit of innocuous fun, isn’t it?

any sparks of guilt are immediately snuffed out as he sinks into your cunt or rams down your throat at the end of each day, silenced by your gentle lips pressing soft kisses to his slit, or your cute tongue wrapping around his shaft, or your precious little gags and sobs and coughs as he spurts load after load of thick, hot cum down your throat.

because the way you look up at him, the way you admire him so much, makes him feel like king of the fucking world, your love and adoration rushing through his veins like a potent drug, endlessly reinvigorating him—and that, well, that makes it all worth it, sin and culpability and remorse instantly erased from his mind.

and oh, god help them all when he puts a fucking baby in you.

#cidolfus telamon x reader #cidolfus telamon x you #cidolfus telamon smut #losing my mind for this man lately i swear to god #inky.cid #inky.bb #clari gets mail #final fantasy #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi smut #ffxvi smut

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moodywyrm · 11 months

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the origins of farmhand/farmer Sevika

@pinknightsinmymind this is my take on how it all starts!

thinking of farmhand! sevika. comes back to her small town in the valley, sick and tired of the constant hum of the city. has no idea where she'll live, since her family has since moved away.

she's walking through the town square the day she comes back, heading for the inn, when she sees this lil pink note on the notice board. (before u ask yes this is basically a stardew valley au leave me alone)

"Farm-Hand Wanted" it reads, with a few extra details about a farm that Sevika knows to be owned by a sweet, if a bit weird, old man. The note says something about accommodation provided, so she decides to take it. She assumes it'll be the old man, probably needing help taking care of the farm in his old age.

so can you imagine her surprise when she knocks on the door of the mildly dilapidated farmhouse, only for it to open and show you: a sweet lil thing, dressed in dirty overalls and pink flannel shirt, covered in scrapes. a pretty girl with some meat on her bones, who seems to be around her age.

"Uh, I'm here about the farmhand posting?"

"Oh! Yes, perfect, hi!" You introduce yourself, explaining that you inherited the farm from your grandfather but you honestly don't know much about how to tend a whole farm, so you need the help to get it back up and running.

Sevika is ... apprehensive, at first. You're sweet, but clearly not used to this life, and she doesn't know how you'll handle it. Lucky for you, she's got about 18 years of experience working on a farm before she up and moved to the city, so she decides why the fuck not?

She starts as your farmhand! You surprise her when you show her all the planting you've already done, wanting to get crops in before you got too late into the season. It's spring and she sees you have little plots of parsnips, rhubarb, potatoes, garlic, strawberries and tulips all going.

She's about to ask what you need her for until she sees the rest of the farm, completely overgrown and in need of some serious TLC. The full condition of the house is somehow worse, with the plumbing to the kitchen almost completely worn down and some holes in the walls that need to be repaired.

"Yeah it's... he couldn't really do much by the end, in the way of taking care of the house. He either ate at the saloon, or someone would bring him food. I'm doing the same, at least until I can get the plumbing up and running and the fridge fixed."

Sevika see's your pitiful bed, really just a mattress held up by a few pallets and an unreasonable amount of blankets, and that's what really convinces her. As much as she hates to admit, there's something about you that makes her sympathetic.

"Yeah, I'll help you out. Looks like you need it."

"Really!! Oh you're the best, thank you so much - uhh-" "Sevika." "Thank you so much Sevika!"

The way you say her name, the way your eyes sparkle in the low light of the kitchen, it all makes Sevika a little bit fuzzy. She's known you for less than a day, but there's something there. Fuck if she knows what.

When she asks if she'll be staying in the farmhouse with you, you giggle and wave her off. "Absolutely not, would never make anyone else live in here, especially when we just met. Let me show you your cabin."

She's half convinced her place will be just as bad, but when you lead her to the humble cabin, it's surprisingly cozy? All the walls seem to be repaired, there's an actual bed and table, an attached bathroom and a lil kitchenette. It's all dark wood and cozy linen, everything immaculately clean. It's so nice, Sevika is half convinced you've been living in here instead of the house, she asks you as much.

"No, no, I've been up in the farmhouse. I just wanted to get this place all situated in case someone took me up on the farmhand offer."

Sevika thinks that's both sweet and stupid, because you've clearly been struggling and yet here's this nice lil cabin you fixed up on the off chance that someone would come help?

You let her settle in, which is really just unpacking her one big suitcase, a duffle bag and a backpack of the shit she took with her from her apartment, consisting of clothes, shoes, books, personal use items, etc. etc.

That first night, you two don't talk much. You eat at the saloon together and head back to the farm in silence, because honestly how are you supposed to navigate this situation? You put up the notice in a half-assed attempt to not have to do all of this alone, and now that someone answered, it's this gorgeous, muscular woman who looks ... mean? she looks mean, but you're sure she isn't. or at least you hope she isn't.

and sevika, meanwhile, is still so fucking confused as to how she got here. 24 hours ago she was packing up her life in the city, racing to get out of her shitty little apartment. now she's got this lil cabin on a farm in her hometown, about to be working under an absolute sweetheart of woman, and fucking terrified.

she goes to sleep that night hoping, half-praying to god she never even believed in (or really just whoever is listening), that this would turn out well. she had no clue just how well it would turn out.

this is shorter than I wanted it to be but this is the most I can come up with, just to set up how Sevika comes to be a farmhand for you <3 farm au vika has my whole heart and I love her to bits <3

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putellas14 · 2 years

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6000 Miles Apart (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Summary/anon request: Reader gets stuck in the US during COVID lockdowns and can't get back to Alexia for more than a year. Happy ending.

Warning: I cried while writing this. I think we all have a lot of emotions about the last two years. So just be sure to take care of you when you read this one. And skip it if it's too much to handle. There is a covid death mentioned (although not in great detail and the actual cause of death is unknown - as many were in those early days) and also mentions of how long wait times for funerals were.

I also wasn't about to go figure out when Americans were let back into Spain. This is just based on memory. So go with it.

Waking up that morning, you were glad you'd decided to take a later flight back to the US. Alexia was still asleep next to you. It was raining outside. Your bags were sitting by the door of your studio apartment, ready for the long journey. Even though you were only meant to be gone a week, it felt like you would be gone for an eternity.

You pulled the blankets up, trying to ward off the cold and snuggled closer to Alexia. She wrapped an arm around you, bringing you in closer.

"Good morning," you mumbled into her chest. She kissed the top of your head in answer. You let your hands wander over her, tracing the muscles of her back that you already knew so well. You knew every curve and every freckle and every scar. You'd never known or explored anyone else's body the way you had Alexia's.

"Do you have to go, mi amor?" she mumbled. But she already knew the answer. You'd talked about this for hours. Your dad was really sick. So sick that he'd gone to the hospital. The doctor's didn't know what was wrong with him and they weren't hopeful that he was going to recover. You and your father were not close. In fact, you hadn't spoken in many years. Despite that, you didn't think you'd ever forgive yourself if you didn't go to say goodbye to him.

You tangled your fingers in the ends of her hair. Looking up at her, you whispered, "You know I have to."

"I wish I could go with you, even if just to hold your hand through it." She moved her head to kiss you, gently moving her lips against yours.

You badly wanted her to go with you. You had no idea how you were going to get through the week alone. But she had commitments this week that couldn't be rescheduled. It was part of being captain of a large club. A part that you sometimes hated, no matter how proud you were. Letting your hands wander under her shirt, you rolled onto your back, pulling her with you.

You let your lips and hands wander over her gently for the next hour, taking advantage of every minute you two had left together this morning. You were frequently separated from each other for football duties, but this felt harder.

She dropped you at the airport, giving you a kiss and holding you in a hug for several minutes until security yelled at her to move her car. You promised to call as soon as you touched down.

You touched down in Los Angeles on March 9, 2020, with the plan to return to Spain a week later. If you'd known that the entire world was going to shut down that week and you wouldn't return to Spain for over a year, you would have told the security guard at Barcelona airport to back off so you could hold Alexia for a little longer.

You were glad to have gone to the US because your father passed away that week. You were able to make peace with him. Although you were estranged until his death, the rest of the family had always remained quite close to him. Which meant that you were the only one together enough to sort out all the funeral details. If you wanted the funeral in Los Angeles county, there was a 6 week waiting list. If you were willing to drive down to Orange County or out to Riverside, the waiting list was only 4 weeks long. You made the decisions for your family, hoping you were doing the right thing.

Every day for over a year, you woke up hoping this was the day you'd get to buy a ticket home. To Alexia. To Nala. To Barcelona. To your friends. Every day for over a year, you'd blow a kiss to Alexia over facetime, desperately wishing you could actually kiss her. Every day for over a year, you trained alone in the tiny studio apartment over your mom's garage, with barely anything in it because every store was sold out of everything. You had your mom's camp cot to sleep on and a few extra dishes she had around the house. Every day for over a year you tried to find some loop hole to get you back to Alexia. And every time you did, your hopes were crushed from either the governments of your countries or the management of Barca, who threatened to fire Alexia if she left the EU to see you. Every day for over a year, you cried yourself to sleep thinking you were never going to get to go home again. That you were never going to get to hold Alexia again. Or take Nala to the dog park. Or surprise your teammates with coffee at training. Or walk around the streets of Barcelona with your love next to you.

Every day for over a year was a complete nightmare.

It only got worse when the borders remained closed but life started to return to normal. Except it wasn’t normal for you. You were stuck in a country you no longer called home. You were stuck watching Alexia come out of lockdown in Barcelona and go on with life. Life without you.

Every day the border remained shut was a complete nightmare.

Until one random Friday in June 2021, you woke up to a text from Alexia that had you crying for hours - We open to Americans on Monday!!!!! I booked your ticket. You called her and you cried together on the phone, neither of you really believing this day had finally come.

You had expected to feel a lot of emotions on the flight. But you hadn't expected nerves. You fidgeted for a couple hours until the woman next to you started to talk to you, hoping it would calm you down. She was traveling with a baby to meet her parents and husband. The two of you talked for the remainder of the flights, helping each other through the mess of emotions you were both feeling.

Your anxiety nearly got the better of you as you waited in passport control. You had texted Alexia as soon as you landed and knew she was already waiting there for you. You were bouncing on your toes, anxiously moving with the slow moving line until finally it was your turn. As soon as your passport was stamped, you ran. You ran as fast as you could, maneuvering around people pulling large suitcases and pushing luggage carts. You had burned the clothes you'd taken with you from Spain, hoping to never wear them again. All you had with you was your carry on duffel. You slowed your pace to pass through customs, although you had nothing to declare.

And then the door to the arrivals area opened and you could see the swarm of people waiting. Your eyes started burning and you tried to blink the tears back, not wanting to miss sight of her. But when you caught a glimpse of her in the crowd trying to stand on her toes to see over the people, you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Pushing through, you barreled into her, lifting her into your arms.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stood there holding each other. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Maybe twenty. It didn't matter. After almost 500 days apart, the only important thing was holding each other, crying together, touching not through a screen. She was here in your arms, you could feel her tears through your shirt, her breath hot on your neck, her hair tickling your fingers. You could smell her. When she went to step back, you held her a little tighter and asked for one more minute, which she gladly gave you.

You finally let her go, stepping back from her, but keeping your hands on her waist. She reached up and pulled your mask down so she could kiss you properly. Instinctively, your fingers curled into her shirt. You'd forgotten what it felt like to kiss her. And it nearly brought tears to your eyes again.

"Can I take you home, my love?" she asked, lacing your fingers together. You nodding, holding onto her arm with your other hand. You weren't sure you were going to be able to let her get more than five feet away from you for at least the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of the week. She seemed to feel the same way as her hand quickly found its way onto your thigh when she drove out of the parking lot. You covered her hand with yours, reaching out with the other to gently stroke her face.

You didn't have much need for words right in this moment. Words were all you'd had for more than a year now. Right now, you just needed to touch her, to remind yourself that this wasn't one of the hundreds of dreams you'd had since leaving, that you had finally made it back to Spain, and that she was actually sitting here next to you.

Once at the apartment, Nala circled you a few times, hesitant it seemed to trust her memory. You knelt down and held your hand out, hoping she would give in. Her small butt started shaking and then she started jumping up onto your thighs. Picking her up, you cradled her to your chest as she happily licked your face. You felt Alexia's hand on your back and sighed, beyond happy to be reunited with your little family.

“Are you hungry, baby? I made some things you probably haven’t had in a while.”

"You're an angel, my love. I'm starving." Setting Nala back down on the ground, you followed Alexia into the kitchen.

"I lied to Jonatan. Told him you weren't getting in until tomorrow," she said, pulling a few plates out of the fridge. "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." You rubbed a hand over her shoulder when she sets the plates on the table and took the covers off. "I don't mind any extra time we can have alone."

"Glad you agree." She leaned towards you to kiss your cheek. "I've got ham sandwich or tortilla or I can make you anything you want."

"Just relax, babe." You nudged her into one of the chairs. "We've got this food. Let's eat this." You pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. "We can cook something together for dinner later. Which one of these do you want?"

"I can eat either. You pick." You playfully rolled your eyes before moving half the sandwich onto the other plate and using the knife to cut half the tortilla slice for her.

"There. Now neither of us has to choose." You could feel her eyes on you while you took your first few bites, savoring the taste of home. You'd tried to recreate a basic ham sandwich in the US but it hadn't tasted like this. This is what it was supposed to taste like. When you turned your head to give her a smile, you saw tears falling down her cheeks. Dropping your sandwich, you reached out to touch her cheeks. "What's wrong, babe?"

She shook her head, giving you a small smile. Her hands came up to cover yours. "I just missed you. I didn't know if I'd ever get to see you sitting here again. Just eating here, with me."

"Baby," you said, quietly. The both of you had expressed over FaceTime how much you missed each other while separated. Every time she'd gotten teary eyed, you wished you could be there to comfort her. Finally, you did what you had been wished to do every time she'd said she missed you. Standing, you turned and sat in her lap, wrapping both arms around her neck. You pressed soft kisses to the crown of her head as her arms settled around you. "I didn't know if I would ever be back here with you either. I'm so so happy to be back with you finally." You felt her lips against your shoulder. "I love you, Ale."

You leaned back to look at her. Stroking a thumb across her cheek, you let yourself just look at her for a minute. "Can we take Nala for a walk after lunch?" She nodded. You leaned down to kiss her, savoring the feel of her lips against yours, of her tongue touching your lips, of her teeth gently sinking into your bottom lip. When you leaned back, you rubbed your thumb over her lips.

"I love you, Y/N." You let her hold on for a few more seconds before slipping off her lap and back into your own seat. You scooted your chair closer to her so you could rest your leg against hers while you both ate. Her hand snuck out to hold you to her side as you finished up.

"Ready for that walk?" you asked when she finished eating. "I'll take care of the dishes when we get back." Alexia got sunglasses and hats for you from the bedroom while you got Nala's leash attached. She settled the hat on your head and slipped the sunglasses on your face. Giving her a smile, you put an arm around her waist and lead her out of the apartment. She slung her arm around your shoulders as you walked down the block to the park you remembered nearby. She let you lead the way, taking in the streets of your city.

You'd missed Barcelona. You'd missed taking Nala on walks. You'd missed this park and the bench near the small pond that you liked. You'd missed feeling Alexia next to you on these walking, talking about everything and nothing. Doing all these things again should have felt overwhelming. But it just felt like coming home.

You convinced Alexia to let you take Nala to the dog park on the way back. While Nala ran free and played with a few other dogs there, you stole kisses and whispered sweet nothings in Alexia's ear. When her hands started wandering, you figured it was time to go home. "Can we take a quick nap when we get home?" you asked, leashing Nala again.

"Of course, mi amor." She took your hand in hers as you walked back to the apartment.

You laid down on the bed while she got Nala some water. Getting comfortable, you put your hand under the pillow below your ear. You felt something like a t-shirt under the pillow and pulled it out, confused why there were clothes in the bed. Looking at it, you recognized one of your shirts.

"I hope you don't mind," Alexia said from the doorway. "I brought a few of your clothes over from your apartment. They smell like you." Tossing the shirt to the side, you opened your arms for her. She came closer, collapsing into you. "I prefer the real thing, though," she mumbled.

"Me, too." You ran your hands over her back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Twenty minute nap?" She nodded against you, closing her eyes. Letting your cheek rest against the top of her head, you closed your eyes, enjoying having the weight of her on top of you again. Her leg fell between yours as you shifted a little. This was your favorite nap position, and something you had desperately missed while stuck away from her.

You’d been watching Alexia fall asleep 6000 miles away over Facetime for over a year. Finally you could fall asleep together. Touching each other. Tangled together. It was all you had hoped for and all you had dreamed of for the last year. Holding her close, you drifted off to sleep praying that you'd never have to be separated that long from each other again.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #fcb femeni imagine

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bunnylovesani · 3 months

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I know you said that you want to move on from this, but I have to tell you my thoughts because I can’t stop thinking about all of this.

I am a content creator as well, and I write for Anakin. I have been writing for various characters from various shows for years on here, and nothing - nothing - is more toxic than this fandom right now.

From everything I’ve witnessed, I can only attribute it to one person. Indy.

Unfortunately he cannot be helped because of how vain he is, which aren’t even my words. They are his. And it would be fine, if he just left other people alone.

But indy is a bully. A big bully. He polices this whole fandom like he’s got nothing better to do at all. And I’m so sick of it. It makes me and other creators feel like we have to walk on eggshells when we post on here (thus why I am anon. Because god forbid indy sees this, and his little squad of bitter rejects try to ‘cancel’ me too - which, don’t even get me started on cancel culture).

Indy has been called out for creating things before that other people don’t like. His advice? “Just block, don’t read, keep scrolling.” How fucking hard is it to practice what you preach, rather than dragging a new person through the mud each week?

Not to mention, that shit indy was spewing a few weeks back about “not liking how other creators are writing about Anakin because it’s not correct” ? “Be careful with my toy?” “I’m taking him back until you can learn how to handle him correctly?” What kind of entitlement let’s him believe Anakin is HIS to write for only. Anakin is not his idea. He is not his toy. He is George Lucas’s idea that EVERYONE can enjoy, and play with.

And his opinion is not the only correct one out there. I don’t care how much “character studying” he’s done, he can be wrong. Other people can “character study” and come up with completely different conclusions about Anakin. And he can also just let people write what they want to write. Don’t like it? Block, don’t read, keep scrolling. Stop fucking posting about it and laying claim to something that was never his to begin with.

I tried to support indy, because again, he is a phenomenal writer. but he’s way too problematic. It makes me sick seeing his name pop up on my feed, cause that blog literally emits toxic energy.

I am sorry he sunk his claws into you.

Anyways, this isn’t about indy. He was told it was a private matter so he had no reason to butt his big head in anyway. This is about you and Ava.

While Ava may have written an Anakin stalker au, she DOES NOT own it. Nobody own that. Cause nobody owns the ideas of stalkers, and nobody owns the idea of Anakin except GL and Disney. Your work does not resemble hers even slightly. And whose to say someone else hasn’t already written that au in the past? Maybe it’s buried somewhere in tumblr’s vaults. Do they own that idea? Should you dig through years of posts and credit them somehow?

The whole idea is ridiculous. You credit people for their original ideas if you are inspired by them and have permission to use it. You do not need to ask permission or credit something that belongs to everyone.

I could start writing about, I don’t know, firefighter!anakin right now - do I then OWN that au?

Fuck no!

We are all here for the same reason. To write fake scenarios about fake people. Of course, don’t blatantly steal peoples words and ORIGINAL ideas, but the fact that people are spouting all this bullshit about OWNING these common au-ideas now is crazy. Unless you’ve done some kind of world-building or OC-creating, that shit is not original. It’s been done before and it will be done again. Cry about it.

Now let’s bring the linecook Anakin au into consideration. How is it fair that Tilly can write about it, not credit anyone, and get away scotch free? Why didn’t she get called out like you did?

Granted she took it down, but I still think it’s horseshit. Nobody owns that idea. I’ve seen it used for so many different characters on various platforms. She did not have to take it down for some bullshit law indy place on this fandom.

I really am saddened that so many people got dragged into this. Ava left; an amazing content creator. Tilly deleted her work; also an amazing creator. And indy continues to show his true colors; an entitled asshole who can’t let anyone breathe on here.

I want to go back to when this shit was enjoyable. Now all I see on my feed is people throwing each other around because no one can play nice anymore.

Don’t steal peoples ideas. But don’t claim ideas as your own if they are NOT original.

I am on your side bunny. I think you’ve made some very good points, and I commend you for keeping your work up and for standing up for yourself.

At the end of the day, you are a victim of circumstance. I truly just think people need to stop dick riding indy. And I know if he ever sees this, he’ll try to make some witty comeback that only halfway makes sense. he always sounds so defensive when he tries too hard to make it seem like he doesn’t care. He probably cries himself to sleep over these things. I think he needs that.

DAMN ANON. Wish I knew who you were so I could kiss you.

I second everything you’ve said. Blocking me without giving me the chance to respond or explain to a public post made about me was very high and mighty as well as cowardly of him.

I don’t have much more to add since I said I was done talking but I’m gonna post this masterpiece so others can read it.

Seriously thank you for taking the time to write this out and share your valuable thoughts, much love ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

#anakin Skywalker #stalker Anakin

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Sacrifice : multifandom imagine

A/N: I just love the "open" stories where you can imagine the character in the scene, so decided : why not try writing one? Use your imaginations, my tags are just examples ofc.

Summary: compromise and meeting in the middle is good in a relationship. What is worse is changing who you are because you think the other one wants you to.

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„I’m not going tonight”

„What are you….. achoo!”

„Bless you.”

„Damn right, bless me” she smirked and he could not help a single laugh due to her smugness “what do you mean you are not going?”

“I’m not going to patrol tonight.”

“Why?” Y/N frowned eyeing her boyfriend carefully and suspiciously

“You are sick.” He pointed out

“So?”

“Y/N, come on, I can; t just leave you alone like that.”

“I am perfectly capable of …. Achoo! …. Handling myself.”

“Mhm.” He muttered grabbing her hand and trying to lead her toward the bed “Lay down.”

“Is that a command?” she teased

“Bet you would like that, huh, baby?” he mumbled moving a bit closer and grabbing on her waist, causing her breath to hitch. This was crazy how his touch always affected her “when you get back to health.... I promise to make up for the lost time…..’

“Well, that is promising…..”

“will you be a good girl and stay put then?”

“No.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you….”

“What are you….? AH! Let me down! Let me down now!” the girl started kicking her legs and wiggling her arms trying to get free from his grip, but he was way to strong so succeed. It only took three long stride to reach the edge of the bed where he unceremoniously threw her onto the mattress.

“Auch!”

“I;m not sorry.” He shrugged “you act like an unruly child. A brat if you may.”

“Under some different circumstances you would love that, wouldn’t you?” she propped herself on the elbow looking straight at him, testing the patience and restraints he had within.

“Stop teasing.”

“Make me.” She challeged

“You are unbelievable.” The groan gave away his crumbling walls, but he was not the one to give up easily. He had to stay and watch over her, making sure that in her sick state she would not do something crazy or stupid or dangerous. It was truly surprising where she could possibly get the idea of pushing her own limits even in sickness and with injuries and bruises. Definitely not following her boyfriend’s example. Surely not. Of course he was too used to a life like this to notice the pattern she was repeating. Instead, he decided to ditch missions and fighting for just one night. Even if it was making his bone ache and his skin sting. Body so used to the adrenaline spike could not relax, even with her next to him. But he was not going to give in, instead laying on his back, pulling her closer, caressing her back and hair. Even though each of his movements were nervous, anxious, like he was stressed.

And she did not like that.

“Baby” she muttered against his skin “Come on, don’t do that.”

“Is it too much?” only now he realized he was gripping her way to hard and immediately dropped his hands

“This is not what I’m talking about. Don’t sacrifice your patrol for me.”

“Y/n…..” he sighed deeply but she cut him off

“Please.”

“Why are you pushing me away? I told you I’d stay and you keep on insisting…..” he shook his head “Is there someone else?”

“What? How….. how could you even think so?”

“You want me out so much. Can’t blame me for wondering” he started getting out of the bed but her soft hand on his shoulder made him halt.

“Baby.” She gasped, pain and disbelief dripping from her voice. Did he really….? “There could never be anyone else” gentle touches travelling up towards his cheek was so warm, so calming and so … her that the wave of emotions caused him to close eyes, unable to keep it all inside any other way “I love you….” she whispered connecting her forehead to his.

“I love you more…. And that’s why I don’t understand….”

“Listen to me.” She moved away only to look him straight into the eyes. “I’ve seen many couples, all right? My friends, my family, my cousins … many, many of them. They were happy and in love and oh, so perfect for each other. But in time, their love turned into … self-abandonment. “

“I still don’t get it.” He frowned in confusion

“Each one in the relationship forewent something they liked due to the wrong belief it will make the other happy. As in consequence, after many, many years it turned into a chain of reproach and disgust. It was like I gave up everything for you and you were not worth it! You ruined my life and I hate you. Guess it was the end of the love. Do you get me now?”

“You are so scared I would stop loving you after ONE abandoned patrol?”

“Yes.” She winced looking down immediately just to hide her shame.

“No, you don’t get to do that” he grabbed her chin making her look at him “I don’t know who hurt you so much in the past but I am sorry, baby. I am so, so sorry. You did not deserve it. Not you, angel.”

“It… it was a long time ago, but…..”

“I know. It’s stuck in your head.” He nodded “I won’t do it. I promise.”

“You say that now, but…..”

“I intend to stick to that promise. I swear on my life, if that’s worth anything.”

“Everything.”

“And by the way, you value yourself too much, dear. I could never give up what I’m doing fully. A couple days off, sure, but total abandonment? Never.” He laughed

“I hate you.” he punched his chest playfully

“Now, now. We both know that is not true.” He brushed his lips over hers “you’ve just said a minute ago how much you …..”

She did not let him finish closing the distance and connecting their lips, ironically proving his point, even if he wasn’t really passive. If anything he was quick to deepen the kiss and pull her closer to him.

“Go, you idiot!” she pulled for air after a while and pushed him off the bed making poor man end up on the floor

“Woman cold as ice….” He muttered “but seriously, thank you, Y/n. I don’t know what I did to deserve you and your understanding.”

“Just come back to me in one piece, all right? Maybe then you can thank me properly….”

“I promise.”

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

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Chapter Seven

You and Jungkook decide to head back home almost at the same time. Perhaps it's the numerous questions about your connection or the realization that you could be doing something better if you weren't at Hoseok's house. The truth is, everything that happened in the past few days has been strange enough, and all you want is to go home, take a nice shower, and binge-watch some series.

"Want some company?" Jungkook asks as he climbs the stairs of your building.

"Don't you think we've spent a lot of time together since this soulmate thing happened?" You ask, trying not to sound rude. But the truth is, a little more, and you and Jungkook might become one person.

"Is that your way of saying I've been too clingy?" Jungkook asks.

"It's my way of saying that I need to take my shower now and I need to be alone. Not to mention that at some point anyone would get sick of following someone around for so long." You answer. Jungkook approaches you and caresses your face gently.

"I would never get sick of spending time with my precious other half." Jungkook says so sweetly that you melt when you hear it. At that moment, you decide to give Jungkook a peck on the lips.

"In that case, would you like to come to my place?" You say between little kisses that you're smelling from Jungkook.

"No need to suggest that twice; let's head up, and I'll come to your place after grabbing a change of clothes." You find it curious how Jungkook liked the idea of going to your apartment. Then you kiss him on the cheek and you head to your floor. But what you didn't expect was a beautiful woman standing in front of Jungkook's apartment.

"You told me you needed some time from us, and I gave you that, but I'm not waiting any longer." The unfamiliar woman says, looking at Jungkook and running into his arms. You feel a strong urge to freak out until you sense a tightness in your chest. Jungkook lightly hugs the woman and you watch everything carefully. Her body seems to want closer proximity to him, while he seems to be in a awkward situation.

"I don't think we should be like this while you're with someone else." The woman says after stepping back and finally noticing your presence.

"In fact, I'm just a neighbor. I'll leave you two alone." You say, trying not to look at either of them and heading towards your apartment door. Jungkook remains silent, which honestly irritates you deeply. But before saying anything rash, you close your apartment door.

For a moment you feel like throwing everything away. That's when you heard a knock on the door, feeling something boil inside you. Thinking it was Jungkook you opened the door very quickly, but to your surprise it wasn't. It was Taehyung, with an expression like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were gently filled with tears.

"What happened, Taehyung?" You ask, surprised by your best friend's presence at your door.

"You know, I used to believe that soulmate love was the most powerful love there is. And I clung to that idea for a while, but seeing you and Jungkook made me realize that the strongest love is the one that messes with your head." As Taehyung speaks, you find yourself processing his words, and a mixture of emotions swirl within you. The weight of his confession hangs in the air, and you can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.

“What are you talking about Tae?” You say confused, approaching him.

"I'm telling you, I'm not marrying Haewon anymore because I can't get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try." Taehyung says while looking intensely in your eyes and you don't know how to react.

“What the fuck is this Taehyung?” You question, wondering how he expects you to react to so much information.

"I love you. That's what this is all about. You may not accept this or think I'm a monster for loving you when I was engaged until a few hours ago. But I love you." He says it so impulsively, that you don't recognize him. For years you've been waiting for this man to stand in front of you the way he is now. But not like this, Haewon deserves more than that. You all deserve it.

"There's still time for you to take back what you just said and go to your fiancée and tell her that nervousness made you make a mistake." Is all you can say, pulling away from Taehyung. At that moment you just want to close the door and pretend that all this didn't happen but when you try to close the door, Taehyung enters follows you. Now the two of you are inside your apartment just inches away from each other, completely alone. You know this isn't going to end well.

"Tell me that you don't feel the same and I'll leave. All you have to do is say those words looking into my eyes." Taehyung says as he moves even closer to you. You stare at him pretending to have some selfcontrol.

"I... I can't feel the same as you. This feeling is selfish, you have a person that has the destiny sealed to be yours. There's no way to completely escape this, Taehyung. " You say controlling yourself and walking away, but you feel your eyes filling with tears.

“I can’t escape what I’m feeling for you too,Y/N. I haven't been able to concentrate properly since I found out that you and Jungkook are soulmates. I want to push you away from him every time I see him approach. He was my best friend and now I imagine myself doing unspeakable things to keep him away from you.Tell me how to get away from this, and I'm going to do it." Taehyung tone changes a little but you manage to see sincerity in his voice.

"Do as I did, watch the person you love be happy with who they are meant to be. Maybe one day it will be easier for both of us." You speak sincerely without even realizing that you are admitting to feeling something for him. But he notices, since he looks at you with passion, you are officially in the most shitty situation.

“Do you think we can pretend we don’t want each other?” Taehyung asks, looking at you curiously.

"No, but we can try." You respond with a weak smile, God knows you no longer have the strength for this discussion.

"Now, I'd like to try something else..." Taehyung says seconds before kissing you. Your first kiss is overwhelming. As if there was no room for doubt that you two are more than friends. Much more in fact. Taehyung's hands holding his waist while you put your arms around his neck as if to bring him closer. You forget for that moment all the problems that surround you because there is something strangely good about kissing someone you have such strong feelings for.

#jungkook x reader #spotify #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts series #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #soulmates au #jin #rm bts #min yoongi #taehyung #jungkook #hoseok #jimin #Spotify

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jelzorz · 8 months

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160.

inspired by a single line from @raayllum's the purpose of a knight

It's only a cold, claims Opeli. Nothing she can't handle, nothing she hasn't worked through in the past, and to her credit, she had looked mostly fine. Soren will give her that much. He'd only noticed to begin with because he's grown so used to her. Callum and Ezran and Rayla don't--they're their own little trio, caught up too often in each other's dramas and emotions that they forget, sometimes, to take in the drama around them. In any case, it's not like Opeli has made it easy: she's been very good at making everything around them look and feel fine, and, for some reason, is insistent that this is her job and her job alone. She doesn't take breaks, and she's obviously doing too much, and she refuses help too often, so of course this was going to happen, and well.

This is how Soren finds himself tending to her in her chambers while she fights off a fever that has her shivering in the summer heat.

"I don't think this is a cold, Opeli."

She grimaces and has the grace not to deny it. "I think you may be right," she grumbles. The way she pouts about it would be funny if she weren't huddled sadly under her sheets. "My apologies."

Soren raises an eyebrow at her. "For being wrong?"

"For being sick," she corrects. She shifts guiltily under the covers and accepts the cup of tea that he hands her--lemon, honey, and a little ginger for her sinuses, cooked up specifically for her by Barius who's been all but pestering her to just sit down for weeks. "I've left you all in a lurch, and there's so much to do."

Soren makes a face at her. "Are you being serious right now?"

She makes one back. "I'm certainly not joking," she grumbles, although whatever indignance she meant is lost when she sneezes and almost spills her tea. "Ugh, excuse me. What poor timing, I'm so sorry."

Soren presses his lips together, borderline offended that she thinks anyone would care about the work more than her health. "Stop that," he scolds. "Sources, Opeli, no one blames you for being sick. You work harder than anyone else in the castle, it's amazing you're not sick more often!"

She smirks weakly over her tea and sits up a little straighter, wincing the whole way. "Just unlucky this year, I suppose. Regardless, I'll be fine. Let Ezran know I'll be back tomorrow. I just need the day."

"Um. No." Soren crosses his arms over his chest and frowns, which is an odd and kind of funny role reversal: usually she is the one being disapproving of his shenanigans. "You're going to stay in bed until your fever breaks, and then you're going to take the rest of the week off to rest."

Opeli gives him a look. "Are you a physician now?"

"I'm Ezran's Crownguard, and my duty is to the Crown."

She snorts at him. "I am decidedly not the Crown, Soren."

"No, but Ezran is, and if you make him sick with whatever the hell you've got, I'll have you kicked off the council."

There's a pause. Opeli makes a face so shocked and so scandalized that Soren has to bite back the laugh rising in his throat. He smirks at her, victorious, and waits, daring her to argue against the health and safety of her King.

"I won't let you harm the Crown, Opeli," he lilts, enjoying her frustration maybe a little too much.

"I would never," snaps Opeli.

"Then rest," says Soren, uncrossing his arms to push her back into bed by the shoulders. "Please. I am begging you to just--let yourself recover, and if you're going to refuse to do it for yourself, then do it for Ez. I'm not above accusing of treason if you don't. I mean it."

"But--"

"I mean it." (He doesn't, and she knows this, but the point still stands).

Opeli scowls and slurps at her tea, frustrated but defeated all the same. "Does it have to be the whole week?"

"It has to be the whole week," says Soren decisively. "I'll come and check on you personally and bring you your tea and stuff just to make sure. You and Zubeia, Moon and Stars..." He shakes his head. "Just, like." He huffs. "You work too hard. You gotta let us look after you too. Okay?"

He expects her to be furious about it. He half expects her to get out of bed and accuse him of treason or something--but in the end, Opeli ducks her head over her tea and sighs.

"Fine," she mutters. "One week."

"One week." Soren tilts his lips upwards at last and pats her shoulder for good measure. "I'll check back in in a bit, yeah?"

"Okay." Opeli grumbles a little bit more over her tea, but she doesn't protest, and when Soren turns to go, she sighs. "Thank you," she says, resigned. "I appreciate the effort."

Soren grins. "Any time," he says. (He does mean that, and he knows she knows it).

#in anticipation #soren&opeli brotp #sorpeli #sorry not sorry #also yeah opeli my girl sit the fuck down and rest for like one second

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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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Hi 🥰 may I please request a Jensen x reader where the reader feels all alone and she has bad anxiety is an over thinker and always thinks someone is mad at her, she’s not good enough for anyone, etc. just the voices in her head telling her lies and Jensen is there for her when she’s really down and low and wants to give up?

Btw, You’re a fantastic writer. my mental health hasn’t been the greatest and I’ve felt alone. This would really make me feel better 🥰

You’ll never lose me.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, self doubt, thoughts/mentions of unaliving, lots of angst and crying, lots of fluff too. Mental health awareness.

Check out my masterlist here!

A/N: Hi sweetie! ❤️ I hope this is what you wanted and asked for, I added some little humour to hopefully put a smile on your face. I know I don’t know you anon, but I hope you know that I love you. No matter who you are or what those voices are telling you, your perfect and I love you. Thank you for the request lovely, I hope it helps. ❤️

Another day, another nightmare.

That's how it has been feeling for the past two weeks. You dreaded waking up. Hated the sight of the sun, hated the cool air flowing through your apartment, hated all the noises and you were exhausted from the voices flooding your mind.

Sometimes you could handle it, you could pick yourself up and brush yourself off but lately it's been getting harder. You've been alone for the past two weeks, nobody coming over and you certainly weren't leaving.

And that was fine, you thought. You'd rather be alone than be a burden to others, bringing them down with the constant sour mood you were in. That's what you thought for the first couple days until the voices got louder, the weight got heavier and you felt like you were suffocating.

It's been two days since you have decided to lay in bed and not get out. You stopped answering your phone, apologizing internally to your boyfriend who would send you a message and not hear back.

You wanted to answer, you really did but the weight on your shoulders was too much, you couldn't put that on him. You needed him, every part of your body was aching and exhausted, and you needed help but were too scared to ask for it.

If you ask for it, you felt like your mind was right. The voices telling you that your a burden, nobody cares, you just want attention, they would be right.

You vowed to stay in bed all day, no matter what. You didn't have energy for anything else anyways. You weren't hungry, weren't sleeping well and honestly you were giving up.

Jensen, your amazing boyfriend, thought you were sick. That's the excuse you told him. You had the flu, and you didn't want him to get sick considering his career and lifestyle, he had to stay away.

And he did, he stayed away. Daily, he sent one or two messages checking in on you and you'd lie, saying you were a little better but not perfect. He was sweet and supportive. Even dropping off soup that you failed to eat.

You didn't deserve him.

Your phone started ringing and you sighed, pulling the blanket over your head tighter. It rang a few times before it finally stopped, you didn't even want to check who it was, but you had a feeling it was Jensen. He worried, he cared. He shouldn't, you thought.

Closing your eyes once again, you let the tears fall. You were suffocating, breaking apart piece by piece and soon, there would be nothing left. You didn't even want to be here anymore which was a scary fucking thought.

You didn't matter, at least that's what you thought. Nobody was miss you. Right?

Jensen’s POV

I frowned when the call was sent to voicemail, worry and anxiety filling my chest. I knew something was wrong. I knew you weren't sick, you barely got sick. In all the months I've been with you, I've only seen you sick once and you were so unaffected by it, you still went to work and hit up the gym. It was impressive, but it just shows that you weren't telling the truth now.

I know about your mental health, we have talked about it. We made a deal. You come to me if anything is wrong, I'll be there, and same goes for me.

But you weren't speaking, you weren't reaching out, you were pushing me away, well-trying. I'd never leave you.

I gave you as much space and time as I could, the first week was nearly impossible, I sat outside your house watching, trying to see if you were okay. Your car was in the driveway, lights were off, it's like nobody lived there and it scared me. The only time I’ve seen you come out was a couple days ago, when I dropped off soup. You barely opened the door, your head sticking out for a moment before you grabbed the food and shut the door. I hope you ate at least but I know how your appetite shuts down when your like this. It scared the shit out of me even more.

You'd text back sometimes, saying that everything was fine, lying about your sickness but I let you, I didn't care about you lying if that's what you needed, I wanted you to come to me if you need help.

But your messages stopped a few days ago. My heart stopped with it.

I knew it was getting worse and I couldn't wait anymore, I could feel it inside, you needed me.

I wasn't going to let you drown in the voices, I needed to save you.

--Back to you--

You started drifting off to sleep, the sound of knocking on your door causing you to jump slightly. You frowned and pulled the pillow over your face, silently begging for whoever was at the door to leave.

The knocking stopped and you sighed in relief. But the noise of somebody unlocking the door caused your heart to stop beating in your chest. There's only one person that could be.

Jensen.

The footsteps got closer, than the sounds of keys being placed on the counter, before a light knock on your bedroom door echoed through the room. You stayed hidden underneath the pillow, biting your lip to stiffle the sob that begged to escape.

Even the thought of him here with you, made your heart clench. You needed him, but the voices were echoing in your mind. You were a burden.

The bed dipped in front of you and than you felt hands on the blanket, gently pulling it down to try and see you. You shook your head and covered your face with your hands.

"Honey, it's me." He whispered gently causing tears to form in your eyes. He sighed and got up, you thought he was leaving, sick of your mood but the bed shifted behind you, long warm arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling towards his warm chest.

He kissed your head, and you could feel the frown on his lips.

See? You are upsetting him. Told ya.

"Y/N, Talk to me."

You shook your head and wiped your eyes, fighting back with everything inside to keep the walls up, don't let it show.

He sat up and turned your body, his eyes finally catching your face. You swore you could hear his heart shattering as soon as he caught the tears in your red eyes, your face was white and your lips were chapped. You avoided his eyes and closed yours tightly. "I-I'm sorry." You whispered nearly inaudibly.

His finger moved to your chin, forcing you to look at him. He smiled sadly and shook his head, "You have nothing to apologize for baby, tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

Shaking your head, you tried to turn away but his hand moved to your cheek, keeping you in place. He knew you better, sometimes you needed a little push. "Baby. Please."

You hesitantly looked up, regretting making eye contact because as soon as you saw the concern and love in his green eyes, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You felt so awful, so guilty for doing this to him.

A loud sob escaped causing Jensen to flinch before he let go of your cheek, pulling you into his chest tightly. Your breathing was becoming rapid, your cries shaking your body like a earthquake. You couldn't do it anymore, you didn't want to.

Your breathing wouldn't settle, and you started to panic thinking that you'd never be okay again. Jensen's eyes widened in concern before he sat up, pushing your head lightly back. He noticed the way your cheeks were burning red, your chest heaving. You couldn't breathe.

He pushed himself up on the bed, sitting against the headboard before he dragged you between his legs, back to his chest. He lifted your arms to open your airway, his lips kissing your cheek over and over as an attempt to sooth you but nothing was working.

"Okay whoa honey, whoa, breathe for me. Slow it down."

You shook your head and gasped, "I-I can't."

"Yes you can baby, yes you can. Count to five and breathe out with me, c'mon." He counted out loud, watching in worry as you tried to take a deep breath but failed. His hand brushed the hair from your face and he frowned, "Let's try it one more time okay? You got this."

This time, he placed his hand on your chest, feeling the air seep through slowly, lightly. It was enough for now, and he was proud of you regardless. "That's my girl, your doing great baby."

Your breathing slowed, but your cries didn't. The voices were everywhere, screaming at you. Telling you awful awful things.

You don't deserve him.

He's such a good man and look how he has to spend his day.

Your nothing.

You should give up.

Leave him alone.

He noticed you zoning out and he knew you well enough to know your demons were attacking you, telling you things that weren't true.

He needed to get you back.

He couldn’t help the tears that formed in his own eyes as he watched you come undone. Your eyes darted everywhere, your entire body shaking so hard that he could feel it throughout his own body. You were cold yet hot and even though the breathing slowed down, he knew you were one second away from having another panic attack.

He moved away from behind you, regretting his mistake instantly when your breathing sped up, your hands trying to reach for him. He let a tear fall as he sat in front of you, hands on either side of your face. Trying to reach you.

“Nono sweetie I’m right here, I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

Your hand clutched your chest like it physically hurt and he panicked. This was the worst he’s ever seen it.

His own chest was becoming tight as he watched you, unsure of what to do and how to help. As soon as you noticed the tears in his eyes your cries got worse, shaking your head at yourself for being so selfish.

“J-J-Jensen…” you whispered between cries.

He inches closer and kissed your head, “Yes baby.”

“I’m broken.” You sobbed in defeat and his heart shattered for you.

Because you were the furthest thing from broken. You were everything to him. You were the reason he woke up happy, you were the reason he slowed down drinking, he was never lonely anymore, he was motivated and so god damn in love. You were the reason why he believed in love songs and happy endings.

He shook his head and held you tight. Holding all the pieces of you he could, he feared if he let go he would watch you break completely in his arms and it would be too late.

It took forever, way too long, but your crying finally decreased into light sniffles. Your body was still trembling but he didn’t mind. He would hold you until you were still again.

When he felt like you were calmer, he sighed and kissed your head. “Your not broken baby.”

You moved to sit up in front of him, fear still apparent in his eyes. “I am. You don’t need to lie.”

He shook his head and tried so fucking hard to keep the tears at bay, but he was failing. He felt like he was failing you, he’s supposed to be strong and be there for you and he just couldn’t handle you thinking that you weren’t the most perfect person in the world.

You raised your hand slowly, placing it on his cheek and wiping his eyes. “Im sorry I made you cry. Im so sorry Jensen. I don’t deserve you.”

And that. That made him fall apart. His tears rushed faster and he shook his head, watching how shocked you were at the sudden turning of tables.

“Y/N. You are… fuck. You’re everything. I wouldn’t be where I am or who I am without you.”

You sighed and pushed your head down, sniffing becoming more constant as you tried to hold it together for his sake. “Jensen, look at what I’m doing to you. It’s not the first time either, it is the first time since you’ve cried, but I know internally it kills you. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the voices. I can’t stop the weight on my shoulders but you don’t need to carry it for me.”

He quickly wiped his eyes and lifted his head to face you. “You know what I need? I need you. All of you. Your happy days and sad days. And even the days where I piss you off so much, you scream your head off at me. Never, not once have I ever looked at you and thought I’d be better without you. Never once have I thought of anybody else but you in the morning, the night, hell-all the time. I don’t matter without you. I’m not happy without you and it just kills me that I can’t silence those fucking voices for you, it kills me that you are such a perfect person stuck in a loop of unfair torture going on inside that head. That’s the only reason why I’m upset, but nothing you did hurt me. You never hurt me.”

Tears made their way down but this time it was silent cries. You wanted to hear that. You needed to hear that. But the voices that dulled down were still telling you that you weren’t good enough.

He leaned closer like he was reading your thoughts and smiled sadly. “What would you do if the voices were a person, and they were saying that stuff about me in front of you?”

You thought and frowned, “I’d tell them to fuck off because your perfect.”

He smiled ventilated this time. “Exactly. That’s what your voices are, a person. A monster invading your space. Don’t let them. Put a face or a name to those assholes. Tell them to fuck off.”

“It’s not that easy.” You whispered.

He leaned closer, hands grabbing your cheeks gently. “It is. Try it. Fuck off Karen.”

He knew that it indeed wasn’t easy, you’d still listen and hear it. You’d still believe half of what their saying but that was an issue for later. For now he just wanted to see you smile. Hear you laugh. It was his goal.

“Fuck off…..Karen?” You smirked lightly and he finally took a breath.

“I don’t know, it was the first name I could come up with plus you see all those Karen videos on the internets, they sound like these damn voices. Annoying and unnecessary.”

You shook your head and giggled, your heart melting when you saw him relax a bit when your laugh came out. He was seriously perfect.

“Okay okay Cmon. Try it again. Fuck off karen!” He shouted loudly causing you to laugh and wipe your eyes.

“Fuck off Karen.” You spoke and he frowned, rolling his eyes at you. “What was that? Is Karen a mouse in your head?” He joked.

Laughter filled the room and you forgot about the situation you were in a few moments ago, Jensen and you took turns yelling Fuck off Karen until you both were out of breath.

You laid your head on his lap and a slight frown came up. “I am really sorry Jensen.”

He leaned lower, kissing your nose gently. “I meant what I said earlier, you don’t ever need to apologize to me. I’m always going to be here for you.”

You smiled sadly and looked up, “I didn’t mean to push you away.”

He shook his head and smiled bigger. “You thought you pushed me away? Girl you couldn’t push me away if you had a damn bulldozer.”

You laughed and stared into his eyes, seeing that he was being genuine. He kissed you gently but passionately enough to show you he was being truthful. There’s nothing you could do to ever push him out of your life.

“I love you Jensen.” You whispered, feeling the weight come off your shoulders, at least slightly.

He smirked back and nodded, “Your cool too.”

You gasped and went to sit up, but he quickly pulled you tightly on his lap and laughed loudly. “I’m just kidding, I love you so much honey. Please remember our deal and come to me next time okay? I won’t wait as long as I did today to come break in and save you.”

You smirked and nodded, “I promise I won’t. As long as you promise to yell fuck off Karen every time my thoughts enter from now on, it was funny.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You got a deal.”

After all the heartache you went through, all the loss of hope, you knew finally that you’d be okay. Jensen loved you more than anything, and he would never let the voices win.

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Would yandere emmet in the friendzone put in cummies in food or that just an ingo thing? If so what other behaviors does one have that the other doesn't?

Yes, he probably would!

However, there is a slight issue. Emmet is not as good of a cook as Warden Ingo. Warden Ingo had to learn to cook to survive. He knew how to cook before, sure, but being out in the wild, he had to get creative. Emmet though, would need practice. He would spend time learning how to cook specific meals, or even bake certain sweets. He knows if you found out he was putting in ‘a secret ingredient’, you would be sick, horrified, and angry. You would hate him. So he has to do it right. Where with Warden Ingo, he had a natural affinity to cooking, and knowing how to hide his spent. Emmet though, has to work for it. So, he practices. When he finally feels comfortable with a recipe, he then adds his cum. He thinks about how good you’d feel, how you’d look eating his seed. It’s easy to cum at the thoughts running through his head. When you try the dish or dessert, and tell him it’s delicious, Emmet is over the moon. You think he’s happy he did a good job on a new recipe. That’s only partially true, of course. You happily tell him you will taste test anything he tries in the future, if it’s anything as good as what he just gave you! You don’t notice the dark look on his face as you say that. I previously mentioned Emmet was far more bold than Ingo. That is true with almost everything. He is more bold about being physical. He is more bold about talking and hanging out with you. And he is more bold with his dubious and slightly illegal activities. He steals your clothes often. Usually dirty stuff. He knows your laundry schedule. He can get away with taking a thing or two, and returning it by the time you decide to clean your clothes. It’s not just to take your underwear either. He enjoys taking all sorts of clothes. Sure, the underwear is a given, but he is also fond of taking large hoodies at the bottom of your pile, and t-shirts. When he’s at his house, or alone in his room if you share a place, he loves to wear your big hoodies. Even if they are a bit snug, or drape off him. When he wears them, he feels engulfed in your scent, and imagines you hugging him He also loves wearing them to bed. It helps him sleep better. He also loves using your t-shirts as pillowcases, and either hugging said pillow as he sleeps, or humping against it. Usually the latter, though he also enjoys just sleeping on the pillow too on more tiring days. He’s extra careful though! If he fucks himself against a pillow with your shirt on, he makes sure to wear extra layers over his legs, so his cum wont soak through. Sure, it’s not the most comfortable, but he’d rather live in mild discomfort, than ruin something of yours, and risk you finding out what he has done. He also takes any underwear you throw out. He constantly checks your trash, and if he finds an old pair of underwear that is just too worn to keep, he takes it. He also nearly cries if its dirty. The jackpot! He has a piece of intimate clothing, and ruts into it the first chance he gets. Sure, he would rather dirty up your panties or boxers with his cum, and have you wear them, but this would do for now. He also uses your towels. If you share a home, he absolutely reuses towels you already used. He loves knowing that he’s drying himself off with the same thing you did against your naked body. Its a mild turn on for him. He especially loves it is it still has traces of your scent. He is also more willing to get into fights for you, right in front of you. Someone bothering you? He’s already throwing hands. You panic, and later scold him at your home as you patch him up. You are an adult! You can handle yourself just fine! He says he knows, but he will always have your back. No one treats his friends that way! Emmet is protective of you. He also won’t let anyone else have you. If he can’t, no one else can. It’s a trait both twins share, though surprisingly, Ingo is better about taking someone out. Emmet will too, of course. But Emmet has a much funner way of dealing with trash. He will ruin them. He will make them wish they were dead when he’s done. He won’t even have to lift a finger. All it takes is a whisper here, a rumor there. Some fake evidence, or even some real evidence. A few anonymous calls. That person’s life is in shambles with a week. See, they were obviously a predator from the start! It’s a good thing you have your friend Emmet here to have your back, and comfort you in these trying times! You smile through tears. Yeah, you don’t know what you would do without your best friend, keeping an eye out for you. You don’t notice his smile tighten, or the way his eyes darken when he hugs you. No one would try taking you from him. They will face the consequences. And he will enjoy watching them burn to ashes, while he smiles at your side.

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