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abcjxyzyeo · 2 months

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Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

#zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #sokka #atla sokka #sokka/zuko

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harrystylesfan2686 · 2 months

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Hello! For the dialogue, number 18 AzrielxReader.

Thank you!

"Stay With Me."

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You get Hurt on a mission with Azriel.

Warnings: slight mentions of torture

A/N: hey!! Thanks for requesting! Hope you like this!!💕😭

Dialogue Prompts Masterlist Part 2

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"I, am, tired!" You struggle saying each word, considering you are walking through a storm in forest.

You are on a mission with Azriel, of all people. You have no idea what Rhysand was doing pairing you both together. He knows how the two of you don't get along but he still, put you with each other.

You are currently walking through a woods along Night Court border. You were supposed to meet Eris for some information Rhysand needed against Barron but the basturd didn't show up, instead a storm did. Out of nowhere, heavy drops of rain started falling, covering the forest with dark clouds and muddy road.

You can't fly due to the water and can't winnow because you can't see anything, so, the two of you decided, walking it is. Having no idea where you are going, you have been walking for hours, surely Rhysand would be suspicious by now.

"You complaint too much." You can practically hear Azriel's eye roll following his remark. He might seem quite and kind to other people, which he is, to other people. Not to you though, his entire personality changes when it comes to you. All the kind and quite persona gets replaced with a snarky and bored one. Arguing with you seems to be his life purpose.

You don't understand why. He has always been that way with you. You were so good from the moment you met. You and Rhysand met first, having both being victims of Amarantha, in different ways. You know the horrors Rhysand had to suffer to survive, you didn't nearly spent the same enduring as him but Amarantha kept you with her for her torturing tasks, scaring you body with her anger.

You and him escaped her together and he brought you back to Velaris with him, knowing you haven't got any family left. He introduced you to his inner circle and kept you in as one of Azriel's spies. You were so excited to finally meet the infamous Spymaster, what you didn't expect was the cold expression he had in his eyes after meeting you.

You groan and take the next step heavier in anger, hoping to stomp your foot but your breath leaves you body when you foot gets sucked in a giant hole, being covered with dried sticks and mud. You scream as you fall, the hole bigger than you thought it be.

When you finally fall on the ground with a thug, you stay still for a second and then the pain hits. Quickly starting from your abdomen and spreading to the rest of your body. You feel snips of pain all over your body, having being covered with small cuts by the dried wood, but the main source of pain is into your stomach.

You try to get up but cry out in pain, again laying down. This time you only lift your head to see what causes such immense pain. You gasp when you see black matel, and small sharp teeth like points connected to a thick matel band.

A bear trap. Great. Seems like you are a bear now.

You can't even breath through the pain. It's that bad. The sharp points digging into your skin with more force every second, your blood now starting to pool beneath you. You close your eyes as you feel a wave of dizziness behind your eyes.

"Shit, Y/N!" Azriel's voice comes to you first before you feel his hands coming to your body. "This is going to hurt." Is the only warning you get before his hands dig into your stomach, pulling at the matel. You scream out as it finally get out of you, leaving huge gapping holes and straches that, now, also bleed.

You sob in pain as Azriel throws away the trap and covers your injury with his hand. You turn to look at the thing, large enough campared to half your body. You realize it would kill you if Az hadn't taken it out. Gods, where do people even find weapons so big.

You cry again when Az press on your wound and lefts your upper body to his. The rain pouring only making things worse and he spreads out his wings, as if reading your thoughts, hiding you from the rain and the world.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" Your voice coming out weaker then you imagined and Az sucks in a breath.

"Shut up. You aren't going to die." Sure, Rhysand will come for you both. And if he doesn't, Az will carry you all the way to Valeris himself if he'll have to. Letting you go is not an option.

"Who will you have to fight with after I'm gone? Hm?" You try to joke, laughing at yourself weakly but Azriel looks mad.

"You're alright. We're getting out of here, you're going to heal and we are going to keep fighting like we always do." The small quiver in his voice spoke more than he wanted to.

"I hope so." Your eyes closing now.

"No, no, no, no. Hey! Hey, look at me!" His hands jerk your face, desperately trying to keep your eyes open and to his. He groans out, thinking of a way to keep you awake and then freezes, saying the one thing that has you so shocked, you don't think of anything else.

"You're my mate."

His hand, that was to your wound clasp around yours, again putting it to the bleeding hole, now pressing with both of your hands, and he looks into your eyes, repeating his words trying to get you to see the truth in them. After a moment, your fingers slightly tighten around his and he almost cries in relief.

"What?" Your voice so weak, it brings tears in his eyes. "How?"

"I'm sorry. I never told you before. I was never strong enough to do so." Your slightly quickened breathing and eyes on his, he takes this as good signs and continues talking, hoping to keep you interested and shocked enough to stay awake until he finds a way to get out.

"From the moment I met you, I've known. You are my mate. The person I longed for all this time. I- I didn't tell you because I was ashamed. Ashamed to admit that you got paired with someone like myself. You happy personality was something I could never keep up to. I could never keep you happy." A tear falls down his eye but he ignores it and keeps talking, keeps your beautiful eyes on him. "I love you, Y/N. I always have. From moment- we first met. From the second I layed my eyes on you. I don't want you to be stuck with me, so I never told. I was a coward, darling. I am so sorry."

The name he called, doing something to you. Making you feel something you haven't felt before.

Your mate.

Azriel is your mate. He has known this, ever since he met you and didn't tell you, but you can't find it in yourself to be angry at him. In a way you understand him. Understand why he did what he did, you wouldn't have told him either, given how you thought of yourself, you wouldn't want to tie him to you forever too. Hel, you probably would have ran away, afraid of what having a mate would imply.

But now, you don't care about any of this. You have a mate. And you will show him just how much you want him. If this is, in fact, your last living moment, you will not waste it. You weakly lift your other hand, keeping one to his, and touch his face. The act taking so much enery, your fingers shaking against his cheek and he can clearly feel it, given that now more tears fall down his face.

"I am proud to call you my mate."

You weakly smile at him. His eyes now shut close and he hugs you to his body, the hand that is to yours, now cluching tighter and the other around your back, his face buried in your neck and he cries harder.

The last thing you hear before darkness sweeps you, is his voice begging you to stay as tears fill your face and neck.

"Please, stay with me."

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#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel angst #acotar angst

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heavenlyvision · 2 months

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Oh! Why hello Vision, are we having a hard time sleeping and instead thinking about sucking Bi-Han's dick ????

Why, yes Vision ! We are up thinking of giving Bi-Han diabolical sloppy, how funny you should ask !!!

Okay,,,, ignore me being stupid 😭 but I genuinely couldn't sleep and instead wrote nearly 600 words of giving head to Bi-Han,,,, enjoy ! I am going to sleep now </3 (If I was more coherent, I would write more for this and I would write it better but alas,,, I am incoherent and now,,, sleepy)

cw: blowjob, slight bondage (?), no pronouns or y/n used

wc: >600

It’s a miracle that he agreed to this, you are over the fucking moon about it. Bi-Han is sat on a chair with his arms bound by ropes behind his back, completely powerless, his usual control relinquished to you and you are loving it.

He won’t admit it but he is loving it too, your mouth takes his cock fully, suctioning around his length, slowly bobbing back and forth, taking your time. His hips stutter and his abs tense, he’s sensitive, you would be too if you had cum twice already. You’re not taking it easy on him, this is revenge.

Hissing noises of pleasured pain sound from him, his movements are those of a man trying to escape and get as close as possible at the same time. It makes you hum around him, pleased at how reactive he is.

Moving your lips to the base of his cock, you hold him there, dick completely sheathed in your mouth, you wait for a moment, focusing your efforts on breathing through your nose, and then you swallow around him. A loud moan leaves him, his dick twitches in your mouth, his hips jump. He’s slowly losing his mind, he can’t finish again, all his nerves feel like they’re on fire, he feels so good it hurts.

Pulling back, you bob your head on his cock again languidly, you’re in no rush, you have no reason to rush. Spittle leaks from your mouth and travels down his cock, he sighs as he watches it, the mess obscene, his cum and your spit coat his dick immensely.

“It’s too –ngh– much, you need to stop,” it’s cute, how his tone tries to be commanding when he sounds so fucking wrecked.

You don’t stop, in fact, you speed up, he’s obviously close with how his balls tighten and his stomach twitches. The sounds he makes are pitiful, gasped moans and almost whimpers leaving him before he bites his lip and they come out all strangled. He’s so unwilling to indulge, enjoying himself but hating himself for it, he likes control, he craves it.

It’d be easy for him to gain back that control he loves so much but he likes this more than he thought he would, and you had asked him so nicely, who was he to refuse your will? His thigh muscles shake and his arms flex against the ropes binding him. Your mouth sucks at him harder, your hands dig into his legs, holding him as still as you can.

He curses, his words strained, “Fuck– this is– the things you do to– nngh~”

His cock jerks as he finishes, you take it all, letting his cum fill your mouth until it spills from the corners of your lips, and then you pull off him slowly and swallow it all. You lay your head on his thigh and look at him, small and pleased smile on your lips. When he looks at you he groans gutturally, the sight of you making his head spin, his cum and your spit have stained your skin, tracks of it running down your face.

He rolls his head back, his breaths come harshly, trying to level his breathing after his third orgasm, you watch him closely, “You’re doing a really good job,” you praise, hand rubbing at his thigh, lightly massaging him.

His cock jerks pathetically, “Don’t.”

“Mmm? Don’t what?” You’re playing dumb, he knows it.

His words are bitten back, “No more. I can’t–”

You quote him, something he says to you all too frequently, “–You can and you will.”

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#visions blurb #bi han smut #bi han x reader #bi han subzero #subzero smut #subzero x reader smut

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yurislilygarden · 2 months

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ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self-aware and first thoughts about reader! part 1

ʚїɞ Angel Dust and Husk / Part 2!

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just about 1.1k

ʚїɞ Part 1! (Lucifer and Alastor)

ʚїɞ This is WAY shorter than I would like, but I suppose that the first part was more filler-like for the au😭 May rewrite it one day ngl, am not satisfied with how this turned out but I've been at this for way too long

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch.

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

Angel Dust

Irritation, a little bit of Anger, paranoid

Angel would be mainly irritated and somewhat angry due to realizing that all his pain was technically for nothing. The treatment from Val? His life back on earth that supposedly never happened? His life generally in hell? All that pain and suffering just to entertain someone? At first, he doesn't want to accept that it never happened, that he never existed, that he was never actually alive. That he’s just a 2D character. He just can’t.

He would become paranoid after the immense stress from noticing the little butterfly flying above them from time to time came in, after all, he had no way of knowing if he himself or others were watched only when they could see the little glowing motherfucker, or maybe they could be watched even without seeing them, without their knowledge. He would be a little disappointed in himself for not noticing anything earlier, especially since they don’t know just how long have you been watching them. He'd be up for drugs way more than ever, no, he didn't want to disappoint Charlie or anyone else by fucking up the progress he'd been doing, but surely they would understand looking at the whole picture right? He’d rather go back to being blissfully unaware than knowing he's not real if it means he's gonna feel like this. He hates it. He hates you.

At least at the start.

It was soon after he became self-aware that the others realized why he was acting more strangely than normal and filled him in on what they knew, which was barely anything, to tell the truth, but it was enough to get him thinking. Were you as bad as he first thought if you did nothing but watch them the whole time? He will blame Charlie for all the better thoughts of you, but he started thinking, what if you really can't do anything but watch? He knows others have mixed thoughts about what can you do, an example being whether you can only watch, or do you choose to just watch. He's on the ‘can only watch‘ team.

His feelings were mixed for a pretty long time. On one side, he thought he should be against the small glowing thingy, but there's also the other side seeing that you do nothing to them, just watch.

(I would say that he would have a little soft spot if you reminded him of Molly, his sister, but we don’t know anything about her. I’m guessing she was nice/good since she landed in heaven, so yeah, remind him of his sister in some way and there’s a soft spot he tries to hide.)

He was really negative at first, starting out as really irritated, but with time and help from the others (mainly Charlie since she didn't want anyone in the hotel to be against you), he did get to the neutral zone, and by the time any of them meet you, he would be in the more positive neutral zone.

Husk

Anger and worry

To say he's pissed would be the understatement of the century. The moment he processed his, everyone’s, situation and the disbelief passed, he could just feel anger, because how dare someone disregard their feelings, their whole damn existence like that? Do you think that they’re some sort of clowns that are supposed to entertain you?! Like most characters, he’s disappointed in himself as well for not noticing earlier. It’s even worse when there’s others who noticed before him and didn’t say shit.

But as much as he's pissed off, there's actually the feeling of worrying just under. What does it mean for them now that they realize they're just characters in a show, that they find out something they shouldn't? Can it fuck up their life on this side? Can it fuck up the whole city or more because of this? Should they try to continue living like they don't know shit or try to communicate with you or your world? Similar to Lucifer's, his mind is a mess.

Like everyone, he hates the idea, the knowledge, of the fact that they all are just some 2D characters created to be in some sort of a show to entertain people. Did that mean that his whole past of being an Overlord didn’t happen at all? That his supposed memories of that time were fake? Could he have been free from the deal if he had an actual choice in his actions?

He would keep reminding himself all the time about their situation even if he doesn’t want to, his mind just goes there without permission. He feels his skin crawl thinking about all the time that they’ve been watched, controlled, without knowing, for who knows how long. He would be in the middle when it comes to when all of the characters became self-aware, there were some before him, but there were also some people after him.

Reader can only see what they're meant to, and the characters realize it over time, but Husk knowing it leads to him sometimes trying to catch the small glowing butterfly in his paws when he is off screen/camera for you. Which he fails at every time as his hands just phase through your small form.

The others can just occasionally see him jumping up and down trying to catch the little shit or use his wings and try to catch your small form like that just to fail every single time.

Like with everyone else, you could have a small personal favor. You would have a sort of a plus point in his mind if you turned out to like gambling or card games, he would find the idea of playing with/against you somewhat enjoyable (he would think of gambling for answers, a deal where the one who wins a round will ask a question and the other has to answer to the best of their capability).

It would take longer than most, even with the others trying to help, to get him to the neutral zone, never mind the positive one. It was hard for him to see you in any other light than negative when they had so little information on you, for all they could know, what little they had could’ve been completely wrong. So his feelings start at practically despising you, then after a longer time going into simply not caring as much, shrugging off, if you will, and that wouldn’t change too much until he meets reader personally.

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tonowarii · 1 year

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What about Tonowari with preggo reader?? He would be so amazing😫

He would be the type to stand behind you and lift readers big preggo belly to take the stress off her back😭

damn 😳

he's the type to never leave your side n keeps asking you if you're okay or do you need anything or are you comfortable or are you perhaps craving something—

when you tell him you're okay he'd calm down but in the next 5 minutes he finds himself asking you again 😭 you have to remind him he still has a village to run and you'd be fine

but when you answer that you're feeling tired, muscles sore, or hungry and such... that man would immediately give you what you need no questions asked... feel like he's also the type to give you a massage whenever your back is hurting from carrying your little one ahejdh and when he's nowhere near you but in his periphal he could see you struggling while taking a walk he'd be on you in no time

"my love." you almost flinched at the voice from behind you, his hands moving towards yours on your swollen belly as you were hit with another wave of pain on your lower back. "I am fine.." you were able to say through a slight wince.

"you are not..." tonowari thinks of what to do to make you feel better, when something clicked.

"here, perhaps..." he says, tone unsure as he places both arms around you from behind, hands going under your belly. then he delicately lifts it, careful not to trap any skin as he lifts.

you let out a breath of relief, almost sinking back onto your husband's chest, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as you close your eyes, feeling the immense relief of his actions.

guessing by your reaction, tonowari lets out a low chuckle, pressing his cheek to the side of your head. "is that better, yawne?"

"much, much better." you say before humming in content.

SOMEBODY GET ME A TONOWARI RN 😔😩

#im not one for pregnancy stuff but wooooowie he does something to me #avatar the way of water #atwow tonowari #tonowari avatar #tonowari x reader #tonowari #avatar tonowari #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #𝐲𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆

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demonpiratehuntress · 4 months

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hi hello dearie, hope this finds you well <3 i’ve been reading some of your Ace content for DAYS cuz is ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT and i have a hyperfixation for the man.

i have this oddly specific request if you’re taking requests ofc asksnakxm

ace and the reader meet each other when he saved her from potentially being killed by some random ruthless and murdering pirate, she was in that situation because he had killed some of her friends but that’s not the issue AKSNWKSB the thing is she gets mad because Ace saved her so she said sum “i was content with the fact that i was going to die, i didn’t need your saving” and he’s just stunned cuz? he just saved her???? two days later she thanks him but she tries to escape many times from the ship and those many times Ace ruined her plans so after a week of trying she gives up. THEN two years later they confess their feelings for each other after a day of Ace following her like a puppy and teasing her nonstop until she gives in

ODDLY SPECIFIC IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but it’s okay if you can’t do it <3

hi! thank you so much 😊 also im so so sorry this took so long! I've just been really busy! but i hope you enjoy this! to everyone else, i am still working on the other requests! i have much more than i realised 😂 but i will get them out...eventually

taglist - @kabloswrld

stubborn

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above! :)

warnings - mild angst

Run.

That's all you could think of, all you could do. There was no time or space to do anything else, and your body had already kicked into the fight-or-flight response. You weren't sure how far you could get, but you were desperate to get away.

The gory images of your friends lying sprawled out on the ground, drenched in blood, made itself a home in your mind. You would never be able to forget that, no matter how hard you tried. Swallowing back a sob, you sprinted towards the town as fast as your tired legs could carry you.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?"

A solid wall of muscle slammed into you from the side and sent you flying. You hit an actual wall with a sickening crunch, pain erupting throughout your entire arm. Dislocated shoulder or broken arm, you couldn't tell which one through the blinding agony. You screamed, more so out of pain than wanting someone to hear. You already accepted your fate, the minute he found you. But that didn't make it any less painful.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this kill the most."

A large hand grabbef a fistful of your hair, yanking you upwards to meet his cold, murderous eyes. He was grinning wickedly, taking pleasure in your pain, and watched you squirm in his grip helplessly.

"If you're going to kill me, just get it over with!" You spat, not knowing where the bravery came from because of the immense pain emanating from your injured limb.

He tutted, "No, you gave me too much trouble. I'm going to make this slow and painful, just for you."

"Now that's no way to treat a lady."

A bright orange light filled your vision, but you couldn't tell what it was as you were suddenly dropped, the man who'd murdered your friends letting out a pained yelp. You lifted your head, dots swimming in your vision, but you were able to make out the familisr form of flames dancing along the man's chest.

"Judging from all the blood on your clothes, I'm gonna guess you went a little crazy tonight," another man was saying, but he sounded childishly amused. "Well, too bad it ends for you right here."

You turned to look at the owner, just as he flicked his wrist and sent more fire the murderous pirate's way. Pretty soon he was engulfed in flames, screaming and pawing at his clothes while trying to extinguish them. You couldn't care less, observing the man who'd saved your life.

He was tall and muscular, pale skin lit up by the ball of fire hovering above his palm. No, wait, his hand WAS the ball of fire. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black shorts, black boots and a red cowboy hat.

You'd seen him somewhere before...

"Ah, good. I thought that might take a while."

You turned back to the man who'd killed your friends and had been chasing you up until now, only to see a crumpled black heap on the floor a few feet away. Your eyes widened, before you were suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.

"I didn't need your help," you blurted out, "I was ready to die! I didn't want to be saved!" Tears formed in your eyes. You had nothing left. You should have died.

Ace frowned, his heart sinking. Your words brought a familiar feeling back to him, one that he hasn't forgotten but had tried to push away after finding a family in the Whitebeard pirates. He knew what it was like to feel the way you did, and it tugged at his heartstrings to find someone else like that.

Someone who didn't want saving, but desperately needed it.

He's so shocked that he almost forgets you need medical treatment. When he finally remembers, he says nothing and hurries back to the ship with you, his mind racing.

Two days later, your arm is in a sling and you're walking around the Moby Dick looking for the raven-haired commander that saved your life. The crew was friendly enough to you, and Marco had suggested more bedrest, but you wanted to see and thank Ace.

It was true that you wanted to die, yes, but after facing the kindness of someone you didn't even know, your mind had slowly changed. You were starting to feel grateful towards him, grateful for being alive.

"Hey! You're awake!"

You turned at the sound of the cheery man, spotting him coming your way. You relaxed slightly, not sure why you were so tense to begin with but relieved to see him.

"Yeah," you breathed out, "Your doctor works wonders."

"That he does," Ace grinned, before eyeing you up and down, "You look a lot better. I didn't get your name, though."

"Oh, it's (Name)," you told him, "You're Portgas D. Ace, right? Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?"

"That's me. Glad to know I'm popular with pretty women," he flirted, sending you a smile that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You blushed, flustered, "Well I-I just wanted to say...thank you. I hadn't realised it before, but I didn't really want to die. Just thought I had no one left, and nowhere to go. So thank you for changing that."

Ace's smile only grew, so much so you feared it would tear his face in two, "You're welcome! If I'm being honest, I was glad to play hero for a beautiful woman."

Your blush deepened, his charms affecting you in a way that nothing else and no one else ever had. You found yourself at a loss for words, but thankfully he was called away so you didn't have to say anything else.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The first time you tried to escape, you didn't realise they had a rotational watch schedule. And you hadn't realised that Ace was the one who was on watch that evening.

"Hey, (Name)! Where ya going?"

He smiled at you innocently enough, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were trying to do. After all, he'd done the same thing back when he joined. You were just too similar to him.

"Uh...nowhere?" You tried to lie, but you sucked at it. You couldn't even convince a potato if you tried.

"Hmm," he clicked his tongue. "This won't do. Maybe I should just tell Whitebeard, or should I keep this to myself in hopes that it doesn't happen again?"

You agreed to the latter.

The second time, Ace was actually sneaking out of the kitchen with some food when he bumped into you. He raised his eyebrow as your eyes widened, your face giving away your intentions entirely.

He tsk'ed, "Again, (Name)?" He pouted. "You promised, you know."

You sighed and went back to your room, dejected. You could hear him laughing as he walked past your room, and you rolled your eyes as you laid back down to sleep.

The third time, Ace was prepared.

And he had made a trap for you. Which you fell right into, which is why you were now wriggling around in one of the smaller boats, wrestling with a net.

"This is getting old, you know," Ace chuckled as he loomed over you. "Trust me, I know all the tricks. I was you once."

After the fourth and fifth times, you gave up. Ace wasn't going to let you leave, and as the days went by and you got closer to him and the crew, you found your will to leave slowly sapping away. You eventually realised you wanted to stay, having found a family and healed - if only a little bit - with the Whitebeard crew.

One year passed, and you had almost forgotten about the man who'd tormented you. You'd had so much fun with the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace in particular, that you hadn't thought much of the incident. It was getting easier and easier to rid your mind of the gruesome image of your deceased friends month after month. Each adventure left you happier, lighter, and you soon found yourself finding happiness once more.

The pirate life was truly meant for you.

Two years passed, and your time with the Whitebeard crew had become the best of your life. They were practically your family now, and you spoke about and to them as such. You never forgot what happened to you, but you barely thought of it anymore. Not when your head was filled with thoughts about a certain 2nd division commander, with whom you'd fallen in love.

"Ace, stop!" You giggled as he scooped up some batter from the bowl you were mixing it in. You were baking cookies, but Ace was determined to be a menace and sneak in fingerfuls of batter each time you looked away.

"Can't help it," he whined, "It already tastes so good!"

"I haven't even baked it yet!"

"Well then imagine how amazing it'll taste after that!"

You knew he was trying to flatter you to get out of trouble, but you did not care because it was working. And you hated that it always worked, especially with him, because he made your heart race and gave you butterflies.

The days following that included Ace following you around, which you found a little strange since you didn't know why. He would never tell you the reason, always saying something stupid like "you smell good" or "im your bodyguard". You knew he was doing it to tease you, but you couldn't help feeling giddy over the fact that he was choosing to gift YOU with all of his attention.

"Okay, come clean for real this time," you finally approached him one night he was on watch, sitting down next to him. "Why have you been following me around? Teasing me all day, everyday?"

He turned to you, thinking for a moment before speaking seriously for the first time in his life, "Because I'm in love with you, (Name). I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd react or what you'd say, but that's what it is since you wanted to know so badly."

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping like a drum in your chest, "You...you're in love with me?"

He nodded, looking down at his shorts, "I am. These past two years, getting to know you...well, I never really considered the idea of love. But finding you changed that. We're so alike, but also different in ways that complement each other. If that makes sense, I'm not sure it does."

"It does," you smiled slowly, looking out over the water. "And that's really sweet. No one's ever said something so sweet to me before."

"Really? I find that hard to believe, you're so pretty and cute."

Cue the blush, "Yeah, well, I didn't really like anyone before you," you admitted. "Never paid attention to men much, until you barged into my life." You laughed. "You've made me feel so welcome, so comfortable, so happy. You've given me a sense of peace after what happened, and I'm so thankful to you for that. You saved me in more than one way, Ace, and I'm madly in love with you for it."

Your confession took a bit of time to register in his head, but once it did he was smiling goofily and grasping your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as the two of you spent the whole night holding hands, watching the ocean, and - your favourite part - sharing many heartfelt, intimate kisses.

You were eternally grateful to and for Ace, the man who'd saved you without your permission but eventually earned your heart.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you

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cjrights · 14 days

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Ight then here we go. And dw I promise I’m not feral like aloras anons. (Btw I made this while eating Mac n cheese at like 10:30 at night).

This could be really bad so read at your own risk (I’ve never written x reader)

Paige Bueckers x Softball! Player reader! (Hcs)

Content: mentions of an injury/description of one happening, Overall just fluffy stuff.

This is my first time ever writing something like this (pls don’t make fun of me 😭 I’ll cry and probably never log back in)

Starting off with a little about yourself:

-You’ve played softball for quite a while (obviously your good if you’ve gotten to UConn) around 14 years

-You’re a catcher- and a damned good one at that. You catch for just about anyone if needed and play quite a bit.

-One thing your most renowned for are your speed and base running abilities. Very few times is someone better or faster than you on base.

-however you are on the smaller side, barely 5’4 (you give yourself an extra inch though). Many players thought your height would impede your abilities and that you were too small to be a catcher.

-but your basically the ballsiest player in the league and hate losing so you don’t go down without a fight.

Ok now that we know about you let’s get into Paige.

1. Prior to the season she likes helping you clean your bag and gear out.

“Babeeee look what I have.”

You look up briefly confused, only to burst into giggles at the sight of Paige in your catchers gear. It obviously didn’t fit- not surprising with you at 5’5 and her at 6’. The white shinguards barely reached 3/4s down her legs and the chest guard left half of her exposed.

“Paige, why are you trying on my gear?” You ask over your shoulder, turning back into your bag to grab your batting gloves and helmet out.

“I gotta make sure my girls safe!” She protested, desperately trying to put on the to small helmet. “Can’t have you getting hurt! And why’s this helmet so small?!”

“Probably cause you’ve got a big head.”

“Who wouldn’t have a big head dating someone as sexy and skilled as you,” she smirks, lightly kissing your neck as your crouched over the bat bag.

“Well I suppose I am quite skilled and sexy…” you agree lifting your head so she can kiss more easily.

“And all mine.”

“And all yours.” You agree happily. “And yours alone. Now back to work bucko!” You state lightly patting her on the chest and nudging her off kisses. “No time for that now.”

Paige resumes trying to put on the helmet, still struggling immensely, as you go through the pockets of your bag. You snicker at her troubles with the helmet, before grabbing it and sticking it on your own head. “I’ll be fine.”

“But what if-“ fine then Paige, you thought. Guess I’ve got no other choice…

She’s abruptly cut off by you smacking your helmeted head into a wall lightly then staring at her, entirely unmoved by the feel of it. The noise of it had been stronger than whatever pain it had caused. She stands there shocked for a moment, staring at you gobsmacked before reluculantly starting to take off the gear.

“Ok fine. You’re safe in this I suppose.”

You turned away from the blonde and resumed your sorting, now satisfied.

“Erm babe? could you help me out? I think I’m stuck.”

2. Her trying to carry your bag and failing miserably.

“Why the hell do you have a body bag?!” Had been her first reaction to it, which admittedly may have been justified.

But you couldn’t help it! All catchers needed a bag this big…even if it was almost your size. But with cleats, bats, gloves, your gear and everything else you needed a bag like this was a must. Even if it was probably twice your body weight.

You just shrugged and said catchers always had big bags, then started dragging it off to the UConn fields.

Now you were getting ready to board the bus for an away game in Ohio and you’d just unpacked the car. Azzi had came along to see you off alongside of Paige. You went to grab your bag, only to have Paige abruptly get in the way.

“Allow me m’lady,” she mimics, grabbing the bag handle before you can stop her.

“Baby, I love you, but you know damn well you’ll drop that.” It was true, she’d tried multiple times, and crushed multiple toes.

“No! I’m big and strong and perfectly capable of lifting my girlfriend’s bag!” She huffs and chuffs determinedly, as she drags it towards the bus, carefully lifting it up into the open back door.

Your teammates give her half weirded out-half amused look, not quite sure if they should intervene or let her learn the hard way.

Even Azzi rolls her eyes and sighs, “should we stop her before she tears another ACL?”

You sigh, Paige was one stubborn motherfucker, as much as you loved her. “Maybe that’s how she’ll finally learn not to lift a catchers bag without help.”

After a long time, filled with much painful wheezing and a red faced girlfriend she manages to get it on the bus. “See…” she wheezes, “I can so lift your bag!”

You laugh and walk over to her, stretching up on your tiptoes to kiss her lips, which she eagerly accepts gently cradling the back of your head.

“My hero,” you tease, resting your forehead against hers, relishing in the warmth of her ice blue gaze.

3. She sees you get trucked defending the plate for the first time and almost has a heart attack.

It started off as a simple play and should’ve remained simple. Then you blew it and missed the block on a wild pitch. The runner on third saw her opportunity and took it.

Thankfully you’d been quicker on your feet than the pitcher and grabbed the ball guarding the plate from the incoming runner. Normally a base runner would get tagged out on a run, or try to veer away at the last moment.

But not the Alabama girl. Nope, she’d already known you were on the smaller side- and that you never backed down. So she did the only sensible thing.

She lowered her shoulder and smashed into you at a full sprint. To your credit you got the tag and kept on your feet, just staggering slightly from the impact. What you weren’t expecting for the lights to go out a few seconds after she collided.

You didn’t remember what happened after that, next thing you knew, three coaches, the athletic trainer, and about nine concerned teammates had formed a protective barrier around you, as if they were animals guarding a hurt cub.

According to your pitcher, the Bama girls helmet had smacked with yours and with the combined effort from the rest of her body, knocked you out. Thankfully it was only for a half minute or so, and nothing was that badly hurt.

you were fine apart from having the wind knocked out of you and a thorough bit of bruising on your shoulders, chest, hips, and neck. The whole incident hadn’t even phased you that badly and after a quick test run, you were cleared to resume catching and hit a double the next inning, directly over the Bama players head, as though to say it would take more then that to bring you down.

Turns out the one more affected was your blonde girlfriend who was sitting in the bleachers

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“What the fuck was that!” The blonde all but screamed at the top of her lungs, unaware of the looks fans from both sides were giving her.

A dad who was sitting next to her gave her a look before chuckling. “That’s called trucking the catcher. Don’t worry though, she’s a tough little thing, she’ll get back up fine in a few seconds.

Paige shot him a look before glaring at the back of the Bama girls helmet, about ready to go out and beat her up herself.

“It’s called downright bad sportsmanship and dangerous! I mean she could’ve been hurt!” Her anxiety fueled the anger she was feeling, especially after seeing you wobble before your body passed out. Had it not been so crowded she would’ve been on the field herself.

The dad glanced over at her. “Seems like you care quite a bit about this catcher.”

“M’course I do. She’s my girlfriend, my baby, and it’s my job to protect her.”

He nods in understanding, glad the blonde was a bit calmer. “Don’t worry about it, she’s tough as nails. Look she’s already up again.”

She looked down and true to his word you were standing on slightly wobbly legs and doing an experimental squat to see how badly the girl had damaged you.

A breathe she didn’t know she’d been holding escaped, “thank god…” she whispered, not taking her eyes off you.

Now with you alright and her new softball dad friend she could watch the game (albeit she still growled under her breathe when the Bama girl came out). She was ready to spoil you rotten by the end of the game.

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“Baby, I appreciate the gesture but you don’t need to worry this much…that happens quite a lot.”

“Nope! My baby deserves all the spoiling tonight.” She stated walking in with a freshly microwaved heating pad, full bottle of water, ibuprofen, and some chocolate. “Now come on movie time.”

You couldn’t resist smiling as she climbed into bed beside you, gently draping you over her lap.

“I’m getting thrown out for starting a fist fight the next time you play Bama.” Paige mutteres suddenly.

“Paige Madison! You will not!”

“Yes I will, that stupid shortstop deserves it!”

You roll your eyes, your girlfriend was sweet, but overprotective like a damned pitbull.

“No Paigey, no fighting.”

“Fine….”

You end up dozing off before her, but not before feeling her planting gentle “feel better kisses” over every one of your bruises. And that’s why you fall asleep smiling.

Enjoy! (Also I have many more of these if wanted)

-🦦

hi this is SO cute???? i love????

you did this so well im gagged asf

more more more

#🦦 anon #i love my anons #ask #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x softball player

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amykiriwosdefenselawyer · 6 months

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Chapter 325 thoughts (Spoilers!)

First off, Baal deserves every minute of stress from Shura. :D

This panel is interesting because Return to Origins is supposed to be a "permanent wicked phase" and Baal is already RtO. Then again, I don't feel like that description should be taken at full face value, because it's not like our RtO gang are constantly stressed out or pissed off and going on rampages, they're just evil with bad morals.

So I guess it's an evil demonic equivalent of someone like being diagnosed with depression or a personality disorder or something and it affects all facets of their life and personality, but of course they'll have times where it's triggered worse, like depressive/manic episodes or panic attacks etc.

After all, wicked phases make a demon lose all sense of inhibition and self-preservation, and Baal needs to be strategic and tactical, so he can't have that

Nice detail with Kiriwo's eyes being RtO though!

Plus the fact he really doesn't discriminate with who he likes seeing in pain 😭

Next up. Poro-chan. Poro is genderfluid because I said so, and based advice.

Next, ATORI I MISSED YOUR GRIN SO MUCH ahhhhhhhh also nice shirt and tank top (I wanna see him without the former and just the latter (time to draw that then))

Ocho is back! I used to hate him and then grow indifferent towards him but he's funny in my book now

Also what the hell is that height difference? Atori is 192cm and Kiriwo is 162cm but that does NOT look like a ruler's difference but then again this is the Netherworld and logic doesn't exist probably

I wanna climb Atori like a tree

Oh they are so silly I will cry of joy they are such lovable fools I was screaming at this scene for minutes straight and also Poro is based again

I forgot Ocho was part of that Number 2 cult, thank you Nishi

This brings me immense fucking joy to my dead ass heart 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺 Look at them, the three musketeers who dirty Baal's floor

Also did Atori retract his tail? Huh, nice

It's funny how it was fanon that Ocho and Kiriwo hated each other from the post-Harvest Festival scene but yeah turns out Kiriwo was just being a little possessive and they're all so silly

I wanna be friends with them now aaaahh maybe we'll see the other Six Fingers maybe they'll have silly little evil villain sleepover parties or something

Baal needs more mental breakdowns over Shura. He deserves it

Very good chapter, I am fed

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ilovebokutokoutaro · 1 year

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Mercy

Minho x reader

P.s. reading it with "mercy" by shawn mendes may bring out feels because i wrote it listening to that😭.

Warning: um angst ahhahah and angst and hints of self hate and ignorance mental illness and all that.

You were tired.

Tired of the constant ignorance, tired of the constant distance, the distance that had become so huge that you were sure falling apart the more you crawled towards him. Minho tend to put a lot of gap between you and his feelings.

The only share you were allowed to have when you agreed to be his girlfriend was the good one, he only ever came to you when he was happy and as good as it sounds it was not. You were never allowed to comfort him, whenever he was upset he'd cut you off, whenever he was stressed he'd ignore you and when he felt okay he'd shower you with love.

At first it felt nice, the compensation for his ignorance was so much love that it covered your breaking heart and you went on and on and on untill the ignorance became a routine. No matter what you did he was always mad...and you were left wondering where have you even gone wrong.

You were tired of hearing the empty i love you's, you wanted to cry, yell at him for making you feel so alone. All this hopelessness led you to overworking, because you'd never know when he'd leave you because you were not....you would never be good enough for him to seek anything from you.

At one point his disassociation with you had gotten so bad that the only time he'd smile at you was when he had sex with you, he'd tell you he loved you and look like he meant it only then. And the thoughts began to take root in your heart and head, breaking everything inside you apart as the roots grew deeper and stronger piercing all of your body, growing out of you skin, punching through your gut and soon damaging your whole self.

Overthinking was like that and it was worse when the words from someone never matched their actions. You had talked about this to him so many times that at this point you had given up. You wanted to leave, rip out all the roots from your body and throw them away somewhere deep in the smallest part of you worth.

His mental health deteriorated and he grew even more distant, both you busying your schedule in hopes you'd not have to face the lies he uttered and he'd not have to face the pain in your eyes as he avoided you.

And soon the only times you saw each other became the night, where you pretended to be asleep and he'd slowly slide in behind you, everyday he'd hold you, then slowly retrace his hands back and sigh, sometimes he cried, sometimes he told you he loved you, sometimes he'd say sorry.

And you laid there heart being ripped open at his slightest touch, skin burning wherever he kiss you thinking you were asleep. You could see your relationship falling apart, all the dreams you had put together slowly fading away to the most painful part of your chest and growing it huge in size.

You were so tired at this point that you couldn't turn yourself around as he cried to your back that he was hurting too much, that he couldn't take it anymore.

A part of you dying to comfort him and the other begging for mercy, mercy out of this immense pain, begging him to stop hurting you, you couldn't take it anymore either.

And so you cried, cutting off his sobs with your louder ones, he was eating you up alive. "Please stop! Stop treating me like I'm some-one not worthy of being able to be by your side, i feel so bad minho, I'm hurting, I'm begging you to stop hurting me so much. Where am i going wrong? I'll do anything so pleas- please stop breaking me apart-" you choked on a sob, the feeling of your tears hitting the pillow hollowing your chest even more, and when his hand touched your waist to pull you towards him-

You jerked awake, in a puddle on your own sweat and tears, he was not holding you, it was morning, the morning after him crying. You had woken up too early, you could hear the shower running, you wanted to go back to sleep to pretend you were not hurting but your chest grew heavier and tears flooded your vision again.

No matter how much you talked to him their was no response, he'd not answer back to your begs and you were exhausted. Please please someone- 'i want to leave i want to leave i need to leave please i want to leave please please let me go i need to-'

"i want to break up" you muttered loud enough as he opened the bathroom door, steps coming to a halt as you stared at his body, water dropping from his chest down the towel wrapped around his waist, dampening it just like your tears dampened the pillow.

You laid on you back, sprawled in the most casual way as you cried, "please i need to leave this" you cried harder as the words made their way past your lips.

You could hear shuffling, sniffling and then a thud, "what?" He muttered kneeling down on the edge of bed, eyes bloodshot as his hands trembled.

"y/n...what?" He uttered again letting put a small pained chuckle.

Grabbing your hand and pushing it against his cheek and you tilted your head to look at him in the eyes. "Please..." You cried tears interrupting you from looking at him.

"i can't take it anymore minho, how many times do i cry....how many times do i tell you that you're ignoring me, no matter what i do it's always wrong you're so far away it hurts, it's tearing me apart. I need to leave. I can't take this anymore.." you sighed pulling your hand away as you sat up, ready to wipe away you tears but he was quick to steal your hands back.

"no I'll change please don't lose hope in me i will change i swear i will- i will do anything please" he uttered, trembling hard as he watched you with the most heartbreaking look you've ever seen on him.

But you couldn't, you were ready to give up this time, you couldn't go back, your mental space had become such a hell living with him, the only thoughts that you knew spiraled through your head were how you would never be enough for him...for anyone. How you were not worthy to be heard of, how no one really ever cared about you and that you needed to leave. All of them were wrong except the latter one, the last one held power, you'd maybe hate yourself for leaving him maybe everyone else would too but you had to, to keep yourself sane...to keep yourself alive.

And so you stood up, blocking out his cries as you dressed up and left telling him you'd be back later to take your stuff.

For now you needed the space he wasn't willing to give you, maybe you'd come back, maybe he'd change, maybe it'll all come together but for now all you felt was hopeless...all you felt was pain.

#straykids minho #lee minho angst #skz angst #skz #skz imagines #stray kids #skz minho #minho angst #minho icons #lee minho #lee know angst #lee know #skz moodboard #skz chan #skz icons #stray kids comfort #stray kids angst #stray kids minho

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thoughtssvt · 24 days

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i think i am in another all-i-know-is-jjk-pain episode where i feel the immense need to write non ship focused, canon compliant, slice of life fics

what's on the mind, you ask?

idk the jujutsu tech students being actual children??? 😭 sports day?? school festival where itadori's pitch is to have a petting zoo where everyone can interact with megumi's shikigami?? cue "why would you volunteer him for that?" maybe a school trip to the kyoto shrines.

every time i think about jjk i tear up. what do i do cdicjeocndjcndncnf

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #thoughtssvt's babbles

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ochoashusband · 8 months

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Hello again!

I loved your story about Male!Reader with an empathic healer quirk!

I was hoping for a part 2 of the story, in particular the class and Aizawa's reaction to the Male!Reader overusing his quirk, resulting in him passing out and learning more about the dangers his quirks puts him in, like damaging his body and mind, leading to his death if put to the extreme?

If not, that's okay!

Thank you again!

omg i didn’t expect for u to as for a part 2, tbh i thought it was pretty bad 😭 but i’m so so glad you liked it!! here’s the part 2 of:

CLASS 1A X MALE! READE W/ EMPATHIC HEALING QUIRK

Screams for help could be heard under all the debris that fell onto the citizens. A ginormous villain was running around town, crashing and breaking things in the process. Luckily, since you have your hero license and you’re with your hero agency, you were able to help some of the helpless citizens stuck under the rubble.

There were multiple people with wounded and broken body parts. “(M/n)! I found another one! Come quick!” Your partner yelled, roughly about 30 feet away from were you were standing.

You started running over there, your legs were getting tired and your hero clothes were covered in sweat. You didn’t know how many more people you could save, but you knew that you had to keep trying. Any one of these citizens could be losing their lives, you had to help!

You finally got to where your partner was, you looked down to find a person, arms and legs broken and their body all wounded, different cuts and scratches all over the place.

You laid your hands over their chest, your hands started flowing and suddenly you started to feel the immense pain flowing through your body once more. You tried to pull through, their ames and legs weren’t broken anymore, but you could still feel the pain.

It hurt, it hurt bad. You’ve been feeling the pain of all these citizens when you use your quirk, the exhaustion has finally caught up to you. You look down to see the person was healed. You could finally rest.

You couldn’t feel your body anymore, all you heard from your ears was a loud thud, before it all went dark. It was peaceful, there was no screaming heard, no noise of the rubble falling. Peace and quiet. “(M/n)! (M/n)! Wake up! Please wake up!” You could hear someone in the distance of the endless black void.

“(M/n)! You have to wake up!” Your eyes shot open. You looked up to see you were still in the same spot where you healed the last person. “(M/n)! Thank god your okay!” It was your partner, they’ve been waiting for you to wake up. How long has it been?

“What.. What happened?..” You asked, “You passed out!” It’s never gotten this bad. You? Passing out? It’s never happened before. You were worried you might be losing your quirk of something.

“Passing out? I never pass out!” You exclaimed, “Maybe you overused your quirk, you have to remember that even the most powerful have limits.” Your partner responded back.

Maybe their right, maybe you did overuse your quirk. “Oh, I see..” You said. Luckily, everyone was evacuated and you can finally rest now. The noise has quieted down and there is no more people to be saved, you can rest now, rest peacefully.

I just wanted to say that this was a bit rushed!! So sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for!! I haven’t posted in about two weeks because school has been whooping my ass!! Super duper sorry!! But I hope you enjoy reading this either way!!! <333

#mha x male reader #mha x reader #x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #x reader

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Greetings Mellow,

I hope you are eating on time and drinking enough water. I recently stumbled upon your very handsome OC (look-wise and character-wise <3). But I am in need of some more content from Blue, our cute puppy.

Last night, I was thinking about this one scenario. You mentioned that Blue was involved in some suspicious underground job(?), so, one unfortunate night for our reader, but FORTUNATE for Blue, where he somehow got involved in crossfire with an enemy of his and got shot in his abdomen. As a result, he was in immense pain (obviously), frustration visible on his face. While he was contemplating what his next move should be, there comes our reader! She was working late in her ceramics studio; while disposing of the trash from the back door, the air carried faint groans and moans, ominous sounds that hinted at someone in distress. True to her being the main character that she is, she walks closer to the crouched figure. Upon closer look, she sees a pool of blood around the baby blue-haired man.

Without hesitation, she crouched down next to him; almost immediately, she took off her hoodie and pressed the cloth onto his oozing wound. Now, Blue here feels like he is on cloud 9. Is he dying? Is she an angel that he sees? If yes, then he wouldn't mind dying in her arms; with the last of his energy, he hides the gun. The reader freaks out but does not waste time pulling him inside her studio (with much struggle). She places him on the loveseat sofa and rushes inside her bathroom to grab her first aid kit. Thankfully, the bullet went through, so the reader did not have to worry about taking out any bullet. She gently tried to keep Blue conscious, occasionally caressing his cold cheeks and murmuring encouragements.

After a meticulous wound dressing, his eyelids began to flutter shut. The reader draped a blanket over his shivering form, surveying the aftermath as she grappled with the uncertainty of her actions. Throughout the night, she stood vigil by his side, periodically checking on him, her mind grappling with the weight of her decisions.

As dawn breaks, what do you think will unfold when Blue awakens? How will he react to the unexpected savior who tended to his wounds and offered a respite from the shadows that enveloped him? Can you make a short scenario based on this?

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I’m not sure if Blue is considered fortunate enough that a bullet pierced through him but it sure is for reader 😭

CW: Blue is not so kind with his thoughts lol.

Blue was still wary of his surroundings including you when he woke up. He had no weapon in hand but he could still threw you off if you were to harm him, right?

But you did none of that. Instead, you took great care of him for the whole night! It was rather questionable why you didn’t bother to give the ER a call though.

Of course, he gave you the impression the he was just some silly funny guy that accidentally got shot. Truth was that he was very pissed. How could his father’s men failed to keep him safe and sound? That aside, he was content enough with the idea of encountering yet another stupid plaything.

He was great with his words, as slimy as those lawyers, he made you let him stay for the week! One week was all it takes for him to evaluate you after all. Whether you were the person he should ‘keep’ or ‘dispose’ of.

Alas it was not as he expected. He did not think this would take a U turn to a romantic headstart. Wasn’t it supposed to be something of a platonic or just ended in one night stand?

Blue knew how things work but not this. Was his heart picking up pace because of the wound? It was unreasonable. He didn’t want to admit it but he could only try. A week spent with you would have determined everything he originally thought of.

Yet he could not see this one outcome (Happens if you manage to play your cards right, Blue is a tough love interest!)

He fell for you, not because of your kindness and naivety, no it was something more than this stupid plot.

And he wanted you more than anything.

Yes, he would take his leave once the week ended. Whether you fell for him or not, he would soon come back as a man you don’t remember ever encountering.

His smile was eerily familiar, his voice was light when he spoke: “Hello~! Nice to meet you, the name is Blue!”

Nb: The Blue you first saw was a completely different person lol.

#Blue the Boyfriend #Life Project #Theatric Guest #Lol I didn't answer this right

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peaches2217 · 8 months

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◉ - For your Mareach parents scenario, how soon after the baby’s born does Toadsworth get there? Is he in the room? I need to know cause “Papa” in the most recent headcanon made me CRY

I am SO happy people enjoy reading my unhinged headcanons as much as I enjoy writing them, I'm having so much fun 😭

Long post incoming, because y'all know by now I'm feral about this topic.

In the interest of keeping her comfortable (or at least less stressed, there’s not really any getting comfortable when you’re in labor), the nurses just set up shop in Peach and Mario’s room. Initially, Toadsworth stations himself outside of their door in an effort to shoo away meddlesome inquirers, because Toads are far too nosy for creatures without noses and their queen is having a baby so of course there's crowds forming. And he won't stand for that! There's a drawing room separating the bedroom from the hall, so you can't really hear anything going on inside, but just the thought of all those prying ears upsets him. Doesn't his little girl deserve some privacy?

And that goes on for a few hours, up to the point where he's wielding his cane like a baseball bat, until he swears he hears her scream. It's brief and muffled and he can't be entirely sure he didn't just imagine it, because no one else seems to have heard it, but that does him in. He promptly joins the dozens of other Toads pressing their faces against the door in a bid to make sense of what's happening.

("I feared she might be in a great deal of pain," he tries to justify to Daisy, who's immensely annoyed when she opens the drawing room door from the inside and Toadsworth is among the first to tumble to the floor. "She was," she tells him bluntly. Spoiler: that doesn't make him feel any better.)

You know how Toadsworth was the first person Peach told about her pregnancy? He's also the first one that wasn't in the room at the time who gets to meet the new baby. (Yes, even before Luigi! Only by a few minutes though, mind you.) He's almost immediately overwhelmed with conflicting emotions when he steps inside, because she looks so exhausted, and his heart hurts for her. But she still smiles the moment she sees him, and Mario is right at her side beaming brightly, and there's this little bundle of white blankets in her arms—

"This is your grandpa," she coos softly to her new daughter, carefully handing her off to Toadsworth.

He looks at this tiny little thing with dark hair and a button nose and he can't help but remember the day Peach was born. Though he was never intended to become her surrogate father, he knew from the moment he first saw her that he would die for her. And he realizes immediately that he'd do the exact same for this tiny human in his arms, because this is his little girl's little girl, and he loves them both more than any material possession in the world.

"Papa," Peach whispers not even ten minutes later. Mario's introducing his daughter to her uncles a few feet away, and she’s been watching them while Toadsworth has been fluffing her pillows and ensuring she has an adequate amount of blankets. Her eyes are puffy and heavy, and her voice is weak, but she looks blissfully content.

Toadsworth pats her hand. "You get some rest, my dear," he tells her. "I'll be right here should you need me." She nods and closes her eyes, gently squeezing his hand back, and Toadsworth pulls the blankets up to her chin as she dozes off. That was always how she preferred to be tucked in when she was a child.

#peaches’ prodigious prompts #I'm not even gonna apologize for how long all these posts are anymore #I'm having fun dammit #peaches has opinions #toadsworth #tw pregnancy

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