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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Breeding Your Kitty.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ [Requested]

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Warnings: slow pounding . doggy . hair pulling . mean!sukuna . teasing and name-calling . rough fucking . threats of exhibitionism . dacryphilia . spanking . calling that pussy a kitty/(among other things) . sloppy kisses . creampie . condoms to raw dogging (stay safe cuties) . a load to the clit . reader is a jujutsu sorcerer . slight yuji x reader at the end but it doesn't last long . yuji is aged up! (early 20's) . a sort of forbidden love drabble

reader: female reader

plot: just a horny drabble~ ^^

words: 779

a/n: Srry this took so long, i hope you stilll enjoyed the read!! I wish I could've made it longer but I did enjoy writing something small to fill your horny belly TT

Thanks for reading this bit! Enjoy!

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"M-Mmnn.. Yes..!" You whined.

Such an immense amount of power.. could you handle it?

Your voice already sore from your previous screams, Sukuna's cock buried deep inside you with his hands firmly placed on your hips and thrusting his hips back and forth into your ass.

His eyes glued to the fat of your butt, watching it bounce and slap against his pelvis with an evil grin.

"Such a cute pet you are, sorcerer!" He cooed, his hands groping at your bottom. "Never thought such a little slut would try and get my attention.."

You couldn't tell what he was saying, only feeling another orgasm bubble in your tummy. How many rounds was this? When would he be done?

"Though, now that you have it," Sukuna continued, his hand coming up to run under your hair and nape. His fingers entangling in your strands as he gave a sharp tug, his hips rutting up into you as he did so and making you sob.

"You better use my time wisely.. I don't just fuck anyone, y'know."

You gave another mewl as Sukuna's thrust picked up speed, hearing the slick of the condom rub against your wet folds and insides. Though, the panting and whimpering you were making would soon become another blur of cries and pleas as you orgasmed once again on the King of Curses cock.

What would the others think of you if they saw you?

"Haa.. Fuck, yeah," Sukuna cursed, pulling his length from your soft mound and pulling the pink baby-preventer off and staring at the load that he had just busted inside it.

A sly grin filling his cheeks as he turned his attention to your twitching hole. "How 'bout I give you a few more loads raw, little sorcerer?"

"Wh-Wha..? N-No, please.." You whimpered, your eyes turning back to look from Sukuna's ruby eyes to his still pulsing cock.

The sight alone looked like your dinner was being served; hot and steamy with a few beads of cum dripping from the red tip, the previous rounds still on his dick. You gave a whimper when Sukuna's hand slapped your ass, his giggle drawing your attention back to his lust-driven eyes.

"Listen, cutie," He purred, his hand still in your hair giving a tug as he lowered his head closer. "I'm not done with that pretty kitty of yours yet, so I'm gonna take my time and pump you full."

Your body shuddered at the mentions of more, feeling your legs press together as your slick clung to your skin. Sukuna's lips met yours in a feverish kiss. Warm and wet, a sloppy kiss your heart fluttered at as he rubbed his swollen mushroomed tip against your folds again.

"Gimme a few hiers for my throne, yeah?"

Moments had passed after he had thrown you onto your bed, lifting your head up and pressing your knees next to both sides of your head. His hands hold onto the back of your thighs as he slips back inside the warm haven of your cunt. Feeling the pulsing walls and grinding his ever savory cock deeper until his tip felt your wombs entrance.

With a satisfied chuckle, Sukuna began pounding himself into you. The beds' moans and creaks the least of your worries compared to your own voice. It was hoarse but still loud and extremely lewd.

Sukuna was indeed surprised such a mortal could have such wanton moans even after fucking for so long.

"Such cute noises, human," He sighed, feeling your pussy constrict around him as he pressed his weight into you. The fully feeling in your belly only growing once you saw the little bulge sticking out from inside you.

Sukuna gave yet another crazy giggle, holding your hips firmly into place and thrusting himself into you harder and harder by the moment. Letting out a hoarse whimper, you felt your tummy tighten for the last time, unable to bear another orgasm as Sukuna pulled from your pussy and came on your clit.

The milky substance covered your engorged lower lips, a satisfied coo echoing the cursed being's excitment.

"So glad to have fucked an amazing pussy," He teased, watching your cheeks bloom a pretty pink. "Don't worry though, there's always a next time for me to try and impregnate you!"

You gave a mewl as Sukuna played with your entrance for another moment, his eyes closing as he did so and a low sigh leaving him.

Seconds passed as a shocked Yuji Itadori, Sukuna Ryomen's vessel and a younger jujutsu sorcerer, opened his eyes and took in the sight of little ol' you and your creampied pussy.

"Oh.. it happened again, huh?"

a/n:: I can't help but think of Sukuna pounding into you with the song "Beast" by Mia Martina in slow + reverb. anyways, hello hello! ^^ decided to finish a friend's drabble while i was working on Valentino! i hope you enjoy it bestie, stay horny lool XD

song: — Mia Martina - Beast (s l o w e d + r e v e r b)

tag: @sukunaspersonalfleshlight

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shirabaee · 2 years

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Your doctor loves you, you know?

A shirabu x reader angst inspired from @ohkiyo's [ Sleeping Pills ]

I love your stories @ohkiyo!💖

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He had enough. He just couldn't bare it much longer.

Thus, he forcibly shoves the pill into your mouth. Your weak body couldn't do anything.

"I'm sorry..., I just had to" the emphatic tone of his voice made its way to your ears.

Your vision slowly blurs as you look deep into his sorrowful expression.

It was unclear for you to see, A tear runs across his face.

Your body had given in to the effect of the drug that shirabu had given you. You were fast asleep.

Finally, he felt a bit reassured and a sense of relief.

...

You're almost about a week staying in the same hospital as shirabu works.

Even if you weren't in favor of it, Shirabu had to be your doctor.

Not being able to sleep properly or at all, being tired in the morning, not being able to focus, and depression. After an assessment with him, he diagnosed you with insomnia.

He felt sad and pity for you. It was shocking news for the copper-haired doctor.

As far as he remembers, You were happy, you were laughing, you were having fun... weren't you?.

Jokes on him, that was 7 years ago.

Back in high school; When you didn't have to care so much and when you thought all was well. You were so full of energy, you'd laugh everything off. A smile is always displayed on your face. The 'you' that Shirabu had always loved and admired.

But now, you, yourself don't even know who you are.

As your parents would always remind you that you're just a 'disappointment'.

That whatever you do, your siblings will always be better. That no matter how hard you work on something, there'll always be comparing instead of praises.

Why did you choose to work so hard to get your parents' approval? When you could've just focused on yourself and done what you love?

You're a fool for letting your mind rule over your heart. You chose to lock yourself into the cage and not the freedom you could fly into. All because of your pride and for the sake of your public face.

You've forgotten about yourself. True, you get praise for your efforts now, but is it worth the pain you went through? Such big efforts for such little praise. You won but at what cost?

Are you happy?

You wish you were.

You'd wish you can turn back the time and be happy again.

Bring back the joyful times. Smile genuinely again.

Little do you know, your doctor wished the same.

"Y/N please, take your medication."

you're waiting for him to leave the room but instead, he was patiently waiting, for you to take your medicine.

You didn't like the medicine given to you. It tasted bland and disgusting. It makes you sick. You just can't stand it. And so, you hid or throw away every pill given to you.

But Dr. Shirabu eventually found out.

"I know what you have been doing Y/N, you aren't getting better. And you know you won't if this goes on."

His straightforward statement runs through you like a cold breeze. His "can't be defied" death glare just makes it worst.

You can't even look him in the eye after he found out what you did.

"Oh well... sorry..." you said weakly as you stare deeply at the untouched pill, not having much care for it.

"Alright, go on. Take your medicine." he sighs and crosses his arms waiting for you to do so.

"I don't want to," you said firmly

"You need to and you have to. You know you need to, right?" he confronts you.

"...so what if I don't get better?" in a cold tone you spoke.

Hearing this, He felt a slight pain run through him. His chest felt heavy. And, he, was in a slight panic.

He couldn't get a hold of himself. As soon as he knew, his body was already ahead of his mind.

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Now, on his knees, his hands gripping the pipe borders, he sobs on the edge of the bed where you lay unconscious.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry"

he didn't want things to be like this. he's aware that what he did was wrong, but he just can't help it.

Because he loves you so much.

"I'm sorry... I just don't want to lose you," he said in between his soft sobs, his tears running across his warm cheeks.

"Even though, I know I don't have the right to do- to say so... I just want you here with me. Because I- I love you," he confesses, finally realizing his feelings for you.

Seeing you in pain hurts him, he doesn't want you to be sad, and he doesn't want to see you suffering.

Because for the past 7 years he had feelings for you. He has loved you even before he knew it. That's why please don't leave him. He'll do everything he can to help you, to keep you.

"Please don't leave me so soon." he wished you knew his feelings for you. " I love you".

As he calmed down. He sits down on a chair near your bed and strokes your hair gently. Trying to keep you in peaceful slumber.

A few minutes pass, **beep** his pager rings. Letting him know that he is being summoned to help. Standing up, he let out a sigh before leaning down to kiss your forehead followed by a whisper, "Recover quickly, my love".

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dualnaturedscientist · 2 years

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Lab Mouse Au

It had been months since Becky had seen her father. At first she assumed that he was merely in prison. Usually he would take a little bit to break out but he never took longer than a week. When Becky had checked out the prison they had told her that Dr. Two-Brains hasn't been seen since his previous arrest.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Each day that went by the feeling of dread increased. Where could've her father gone? It wasn't like him to just leave her for this long.

Thankfully the henchmen were there so she didn't have to stay with anyone. Her other father was out of the city for unknown reasons he kept to himself. That was okay though. She didn't want him to be worried as he had enough problems to deal with as is. Becky also had Bob with her, trying to comfort her as much as he could. It wouldn't work very well but he tried his best.

Becky had begun searching everywhere within Fair City, it was as though her father had been wiped off of the earth. She had been running on a few hours of sleep, guilt had been eating at her. The last time she had seen her dad they had fought.

Her dad had been embarrassing her during a parent teacher meeting. Loudly bragging about her accomplishments and how she's so great. Pulling out pictures as well. He even showed said pictures off to her classmates.

When they had gotten home Becky had blown up at Two-Brains, telling him how much he was embarrassed and that she wished he wasn't so weird. She regretted it deeply, remembering the last words she said.

'Why can't you be normal? Why must you be so embarrassing?!'

Those words had repeated within her mind endlessly. Hating that the last interaction they had was that she was angry with him over something so trivial. She'd do anything to have her father back. She wouldn't care if he plastered her baby pictures on billboards and she would just be happy he's back.

Bob had reassured her that it was just a normal fight between a child and a parent but that didn't make her feel any better. Feeling as if she didn't deserve the reassurance he was giving her.

What could've happened to her father? How did he just disappear out of the blue? Becky had gone around asking villains but they were just as worried as she was. They hadn't seen him since he had gone missing. The villains had scoured the city as well, coming up with nothing.

Yet she couldn't give up, as exhausted as she was Becky refused to rest as long as Two-Brains was missing. The young hero decided to take one more lap around the city, flying as fast as she could. It wasn't until she heard scared mouse squeaks. Those squeaks were familiar.

Becky honed in on the mouse noises, realizing it was coming from a great distance away. No wonder she couldn't find a trace of him.

She had gone straight home as fast as she could. Startling Bob as she took hold of him in excitement.

"I found a trail to dad, we've got to find him. I heard him."

Bob looked concerned and chattered at her. Arguing that it could potentially be a trap. Yet it couldn't convince Becky.

"He's somewhere scared out of his mind. He never squeaks unless he's frightened."

Bob tried to convince her to wait for Amazo to check in to go after Two-Brains but her mind was made up.

"What if I don't pick up the noises he makes by the time papa comes by? I can't pass up this chance. Please, I just want my dad back."

Her voice wavered as tears filled her eyes. She had been trying to stay strong this whole time. Finally breaking once she found something leading to her father.

Bob frowned, caving in. He chattered once more, giving her a tight hug. Agreeing to come with her to find Two-Brains. She allowed herself to finally sob, wailing as she hugged Bob back. After a few minutes she finally calmed down enough to let her sidekick go.

It didn't take long for him to get in his costume. With Captain Huggyface perched on Becky's shoulder they had flew towards the frightened mouse noises. Determined to get him back at any cost.

Once she had arrived at a laboratory where she heard the scared squeaking Becky burst into the building. Fury now replacing the deep sadness she had been feeling this whole time. Realizing that someone had took her father and potentially harmed him.

The scientist seemed surprised at her sudden entrance. Dropping the large syringe within his hand onto the floor. Dr. Two-Brains was in the corner of the largest mouse cage she had ever seen. All she could see was red.

@ninjastormhawkkat @melodythebunny

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vxnillite · 1 year

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ZNoah comfort drabble

context: During their last field trip, Z-Dog was nearly killed by a pack of creatures that Noah had stubbornly insisted on taking a closer look at. It reminded them of when their brother had died from very similar circumstances, and the trauma and the flashbacks pushed Noah into a downward spiral of self-blame and self-neglect.

Disclaimer: I'm not trying to imply that this is specifically how people should react to a person having a panic attack. I based a lot of things about Noah on myself, and the descriptions here are kind of based on my own experiences with panic attacks, and how I wish I was comforted in those situations. So yeah, this is self-indulgent.

CW: mentions of self-harm, swearing

Grace wasn't surprised to know that Noah had called in sick again today, making it the third sick day in a row. That meant that they'd officially used up all their sick days for the month, but also that what happened on their last field trip was still eating up at Noah.

But Grace wasn't going to leave the poor kid alone wallowing in their own thoughts and self-pity any longer. At lunch break, Grace came around to Noah's quarters where she found them huddled in the far corner of the room, legs squashed against their chest and their face buried between their knees. Apart from the ticking clock on the wall, the room was dead silent.

"Noah," Grace crooned as she approached the bed, sitting right on the edge.

"Grace, please..." Noah could barely speak. "Not now..."

Grace stayed seated on the edge of the bed. "Have you visited her yet?"

Silence. Grace understood that as a 'no.'

"She'd want to see you," she continued.

"To kill me, for sure," Noah spat in one breath.

"You can ask her that yourself."

The door hissed open, followed by footsteps that sounded too familiar to Noah. They panicked, but still didn't look up.

No, they couldn't even bear the thought of meeting Zdinarsk's eyes after what happened.

Grace walked out of the room after a small exchange with Zdinarsk, who stood in the corner of the room opposite to Noah.

"First off, I'm not leaving even if you beg me to," Zdinarsk said. "Second, I—"

"You could've died."

"Right off the bat, huh? Alright then."

Zdinarsk got on the bed and sat in the middle, leaving a bit of space between her and Noah. Then, just as she was about to touch their arm, a poorly stifled, erratic sobbing echoed from the scientist, whose body began to quiver violently.

There was only one other instance that Noah had come undone like this, completely removed from the brash, cold attitude they usually had.

Zdinarsk immediately caught Noah in her arms. Instantly, she felt their head burning, undoubtedly feverish. But she pulled Noah in as tightly as she could, even lightly wrapping her legs around their body. Still, they remained tense within her embrace.

"I'm sorry." Noah constantly repeated between fickle breaths.

"Hey, now," Zdinarsk crooned as she stroked their hair. "Noah, listen to me."

"It was all my fault."

"Breathe with me."

"I'm sorry."

"Focus on my voice."

"You could've died."

"But I'm right here, right now, Noah. I need you here with me, too."

As Noah still kept wheezing, Zdinarsk would continue to stroke their head, running her fingers through their hair the way they liked it. A few minutes passed, and Noah gradually started to calm down.

Zdinarsk smiled as she felt Noah's breathing calm down. "There you go," she encouraged, then she kissed them softly on the top of their head. "You're safe with me, remember?"

Noah, still in a daze, laid the side of their head on Zdinarsk's shoulder as they took a few more deep breaths. The last one seemed more like a heavy sigh — full of dejection — as they saw the bandages on the soldier's arm.

Ever since the field trip, images of Zdinarsk's near-death had been flashing and mixing with the vivid memory of Kevin's own demise in Noah's mind. Because of it, they haven't had any proper sleep as the visions still haunted even their dreams. They haven't eaten either, the guilt telling them they didn't deserve to eat.

Seeing Zdinarsk's entire arm bandaged only fuelled that guilt.

Noah clutched their brother's jacket tighter, fingers fidgeting. "I'm really sorry," they started, voice weak and dry, "I should've listened to you. I shouldn't have gone to that nest. If I'd just stayed put, you—"

"Look, what's done is done," Zdinarsk said, "2 days ago, I was still mad, of course. But now..." She squeezed the scientist reassuringly. "I'm just glad we both got back in one piece."

Zdinarsk peered over at Noah, but they wouldn't meet her eyes. They just sniffled and kept scratching their wrist, a habit that the soldier had begun to notice a while back. So she clasped her hand around Noah's own to stop them, but she also didn't say a word as she waited for Noah to calm down again.

Minutes later, the scientist broke the silence. "I filed some papers to get you off my security."

"What," Zdinarsk sputtered, "Noah—Why would you do that?"

"I have to."

"No, you don't, Noah. And you didn't tell me?"

Noah clicked their tongue. "Kasi I knew you'd react this way!"

Zdinarsk didn't want to be mad, but she was. "Why did you even think of—"

"Kasi, what if you actually die the next time?!"

With Noah finally looking straight at her, Zdinarsk had a clear view of them — rather, the aftermath of their emotional and psychological turmoil that had gone on for the past days. Puffy, red eyes, dried up tear streaks all over their cheeks... And Zdinarsk had never seen them this pale and hollow before.

"I try so hard, Z," they choked, hysterical, "So fucking hard to be a little less stupid and reckless out there. But I know that you know… I'm a ticking time bomb—a fucking accident waiting to happen! Eh, if it's going to happen anyway, edi sana—"

Zdinarsk grabbed Noah by the forearms and forced them to look at her. "Don't you finish that sentence," she chastised, feeling her own heart pound with anticipation.

Stubbornly, Noah finished it anyway. "I'd rather be the one to die out there than have you die because of me, Z." Then, they added softly, "I could never forgive myself if that happens again."

"Noah… How many times do I have to tell you this?" Zdinarsk's hands traveled down to the scientist's own and squeezed them. "Nothing out there is gonna kill me."

"Putangina, 'di mo 'yon alam!" [You don't fucking know that!]

"Yes, I do."

The soft chuckle in her voice made it hard for Noah to quip back.

The soldier continued, slowly pulling Noah back towards her. "You study these animals, right? You watch them aaaall day and make your little notes on them. And some of those notes are about how they hunt or attack, and we go over those notes together, right?"

From the look on their face, Zdinarsk knew that Noah understood what she meant. Their muscles relaxed again; their gaze, once frenzied, then softened.

"I know nothing out there is gonna get me because it's your research that helps me know what I'm dealing with—which kinda means you're the one keeping me alive out there."

Zdinarsk expected them to crack even the slightest smile — a chuckle, at best — but she nearly fell over when Noah threw themselves at her for a tight hug that said all the words that were left hanging in their chest, everything that they couldn't say without crumbling into incoherence all over again.

Noah smiled as they felt Zdinarsk hug them back. Of course, their face was hidden, buried snugly in the crook of the soldier's neck.

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azurevi · 4 years

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3 halloween tales (cater, jade & vil)

This is really random, but the ssr cards for the halloween show have given me many au ideas, so here are my self-indulgent stories inspired by them. The Cater one is especially long because I got a lot of ideas about it. For the Vil one.. it's pretty disappointing how it turned out, but I hope it's not too bad. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!

WARNINGS : death (all), mild mention of gore (cater), war + mild possessiveness + violence (jade) [let me know if there're more!]

the heart and its eternal weight

Cater is a cemetery caretaker. It isn't that he really loves it, but his father was one. He feels like it is only right to take after his steps.

He isn't into superstitions. Some people find distaste in his job, but it's something crucial for Cater. People, even after they're dead, should still be honored, and so deserve a hospitable place to rest.

Everyday is a routine for him. Sometimes, though, the families of the passed talk to him about their stories and their emptiness once their loved ones are gone. Cater finds the beauty and softness in humans by hearing these stories, and it makes him even more dedicated to his job.

It's natural to him, dying. His father was killed in an unintended accident, and sometimes it seems like his death could have been avoidable just as much as it was inevitable. He just wishes that he had had more time with him.

One of the lessons his father taught him about graveyard caretaking is to beware of ghosts. Those who recently died are more visible and intimate with the world of the living, and so they might appear before humans. Some are inhostile, of course, but there are malevolent ones.

Lore has it that some ghosts prey on hearts. It is said that the heart is the most important part of a human, as it is accountable for life, death and emotions. People believe that ghosts can be revived with a fresh, still-beating heart, and as a result the human giving up their heart will die in place of the ghost. Basically, the heart can also create ripples in the fabric of space-time.

Because of his job, he isn't all that popular among others, and he only has a few life-long close friends, his mother and sisters by him. So even if he has a crush on the most admirable person he's ever seen, he still won't make it known in fear of rejection. He figures that he still has time to figure it out.

And he's wrong. News about your tragic death spread around quickly like wildfire, and he's devastated. It feels wrong to even feel so, because he has never been acquainted with you in the first place.

Your body is buried in his cemetery, and a lot of people come to your funeral that day. Some of your family members are so heartbroken and pitiable, and so Cater offered to be their listener.

All he can hear is about the great work you've done, the care you put into everyone you met, the warmth that radiated off you while you were still alive. It breaks Cater how he's never had the privilege to know you, to experience all your graces with his own perspective.

One night, the moon is lit and hung up high in the sky, so close that it seems to be prying on Earth and the people roaming on it. Cater is patrolling with his lawnmower when he hears quiet and uncertain sobs.

He is creeped out, yes, but he's also curious. He's never seen a ghost before, and it could be a human for all he knows.

He's proved wrong once again, as he discovers your opaque body behind a giant tree. You are hugging their legs close to your chest, and a rotting hole's visible where your heart should be.

There's no way you can be hostile, and you certainly won't kill him for his heart, so Cater decides to approach you gently, tentatively, like you're smoke that will disperse the moment he intrudes.

To his surprise, you can hear him clearly, and even invite him to sit down with him. It's so bizarre -- a ghost asking for a conversation! But Cater doesn't mind as he pops down beside you. He notices how although you were no longer solid, it still feels like tense when his hand passes through you. Certainly it's because you've been dead not for long.

And so the two of you indulge in heartful conversations, and Cater finds himself regretting even more about how he never gathered the courage to go up to you. Mid-conversation you tell him about all the things that you wish you could've done and all the ideas you wished to spread.

Cater probably shouldn't have, but he is so absorbed in your ambitions and kindness that he offers to carry out all these great things for you. After numerous confirmations, you agree too to let him carry out your thoughts.

And so Cater works in his neighbourhood, sharing campaigns and donating, taking care of lost pets and cats and partaking in environment improvement. He's never felt so fulfilled before, and it's the first time he feels like he's genuinely making a difference in the world.

In times he's not representing you, he brings you up on the little hill behind the cemetery where the moon and stars are so close and vibrant, where they all dance in the dark ballroom and pulse in excitement of being seen. He wishes he could show you more hidden gems, but your spectral spirit cannot be too far away from your body.

But it's enough.

A month passes and Cater notices subtle change in your behaviour as well as appearance, like how you're responding with less enthusiasm and how the hole in your chest is growing bigger. When he finally asks about it, he's told that ghosts generally only stay in the world of the living for 49 days, and their heart will rot away in this period. After that, they will have to go to the underworld, never be back again.

Cater is certainly shocked that the lore is more than a children's makeup story. He is well aware of the significance of the heart in relation to the soul and life.

He asks if you'd like to have his heart instead, so bluntly and casually. You seem to return to their original intimate self when you refuse.

"I'm already gone. It's you, the living, who should be making changes,"

So he pretends that you're not getting more and more unresponsive and less and less generous. He turns a blind eye against your wavering figure and how you can't be seen at all in the sun. He plays dumb when in reality, you're slipping away before his very own eyes, heart rotting away like nothing more than a fruit.

It hurts finally knowing and understanding someone and having to lose them.

On the 48th day, you are already but a still, soulless shadow, leaning beside your gravestone and fresh, white flowers. Cater can still see you. Sometimes he thinks that you chose to be seen.

And he can't bear to see you go. To see your dreams go into flames, to watch such a pretty soul just - vanish.

So he gives you his heart. Alive and beating and sentimental. It doesn't even hurt a bit.

You wake up immediately, your eyes glowing and body solidifying.

"What have you done?"

"What I can do to make a change,"

Time is starting to rewrite itself. Cater is going to die in your place. The space around you was warping and folding into itself, softly and rightly like a lullaby.

Just before you slip into darkness, you gather up a whole bunch of rose petals and desperately stuff them into the hole in Cater's chest, as if they can give him life in lieu of a heart, and you are sobbing and clinging onto his still warm arm, never wanting to let go.

It's all Cater wants, to save a wasted soul and to make a difference.

And so he cradles your face, and leans in the moment everything goes black. When he wakes up again, he's weightless in the cemetery, where a bunch of well arranged roses lie on his buried body.

a melancholy specimen

To Jade, beauty needs to be preserved to be constant. It's just like flowers. They die away without proper care.

Just when he thinks he's seen all the beauties of the world and is getting bored of it, he meets you. A blooming flower sparkling in the bland, old boring world around it. He's immediately captivated - how a person can still manage to flourish in such a rotten world where everything is depressing and all man is for themselves!

You're the most elegant piece of art he's seen, and that's something considering that he owns a museum. Innocence lies in your eyes and bravery sings itself between your lips.

You find him just equally amusing -- gentlemanly, insightful and just a touch of flirtation. The two of you fall in love like Alice down the rabbit hole - amused and unstoppable, fascinated by the wonders evolving about.

But the world doesn't give a damn about love, nor do they understand your dreams of a bright future where everything is close to hearts. They call you both madness and nonsense.

"Their souls are tainted with war and sorrow. They are beyond the point of rescue. Victory and glory are all that can feed their ego,"

Jade is disappointed. War has gouged people's eyes out and filled them with wails and ash.

The two of you are the only stars in the night sky, still fighting for salvation, yearning for a better future where trees grow and flowers yearn for the sun. You promote and do your best to lift the veil of darkness off the world.

But the sun doesn't understand either. War keeps going on and on, and people never have the time for aesthetic relaxations. It refuses to shed light on its pitiable humans.

"We should evacuate, Jade. They say a bomb is dropping tomorrow,"

Jade doesn't care and can't care. The most paramount thing is to open his eyes to the beauty of this world. He doesn't want to become one of those barbarous men, tasting dirt and blood on their tongue while they glorify violence and brutalness.

He stays behind while his neighbourhood dies away. You are the only ones yet to leave.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N. You're the only light in my life,"

You can't bear to leave him, and so you stay. The bomb is dropped, and it's too close. Too hot. Too cruel, too inhumane. It ravages everything in its way, burning all the darkened things to the ash and bringing the only beauty left in this world with it.

Jade wails. Broken cries are engulfed by nearby explosions and the cackling of flames. Your soulless body lies amidst the destruction, just another wilted flower in the slit of a rock, deprived of water and sunlight.

He finally understands. Nothing can save the world anymore. It's gone way too far, and it will never recover from malevolence. All he can feel is pity for his world as his heart ache with spite.

Bandages around his hands, he wraps your corpse up completely, preserved underneath the layers. You will be his reminder that there was once a flower in this drought, an anchor keeping him from becoming one of those barbarians.

lifeless silhouette in the dark night

You can never recognize directions. You find yourself stumbling upon a seemingly inhabited mansion in the middle of the woods. Cold and bruised, you knock on its door.

Welcoming you is a tall man with blonde and lilac hair called Vil. His skin is unnaturally white, and his eyes seem to glow like orbs that eat your souls. But you are too tired to make notice of all these details, and he's kind enough to let you stay for the night.

He treats you with ravishing cuisine and a grand bedroom that was as grotesque as the rest of the house. Afterwards, he leaves you to rest, but not before warning you not to get out of the room post midnight.

You oblige- for the first half hour. Then you start to hear wails and footsteps that amplify and disappear. It's impossible to sleep.

The next morning, you confront Vil about it. He refuses to face the questions as he ushers you to get going, and so off you go.

You spend another day lost in the woods, then somehow come face to face with the mansion again. Vil is beyond shocked to see you, but then he breaks into a deep smile.

"It's almost as if you belong here,"

Weirdly enough, you could agree, There seemed to be an invisible force pulling you towards Vil. After dinner, he orders you not to leave the room again before making his leave.

Broken wails. Recurring footsteps. You can't bear it any longer, and you also wonder if Vil is aware of this. He properly is, and thus tells you to stay safe inside the room.

But dumb curiosity gets the best of you, and you open the door and step into the endless corridors.

The wails come from the host's room, where Vil is supposed to be. You're closing in when its door is suddenly flung open, and out runs a panting Vil.

"Vil? What are-"

His eyes are bloodshot and there's red stain in the corner of his mouth. Sweat dots his forehead. He looks disheveled and the complete opposite of how he was during dinner.

"You shouldn't be here. Get back - get back in!"

His voice booms in your skull, and you're running back to your room before you notice.

It's another sleepless night.

To your luck, Vil doesn't wait for you to bring the incident up.

"Don't be creeped ou by it, please."

He seems very uneasy about it, but he's obstinate to give you an explanation.

Turns out that he is a vampire. One that has lived for 500 years and is waiting for his eventual death. He's seen everything in this world and lived through the best and worst of humanity. He understands people's fear about vampires, and so he resides in the remote part of the wood. He only ever drinks the blood of small animals that he hunt, and never has he once killed a man.

He knew nothing about what'd happen to him when he became a vampire. If he'd known about the repercussions, he'd never have become one in exchange of eternal beauty. Now he has to turn someone else into a vampire to end his immortality. It is only a cycle.

Every night the moon rises and spills into his room, and he has to fight his urge to go out and taste the sweet blood of humans.

There are times when he slips and loses control, but he always manages to get back to his senses. But it seems that your presence here in the mansion is awaking his desire to suck you dry.

You're bewildered to say the least, and frankly horrified. But at the same time you feel pity for him, for he is just a man who can't ever do anything as atrocious as hurting people.

And so you offer to end his suffering. Of course Vil disagrees. He just talked about how he never wanted to take a life, and now you're offering yourself to him? He'd never allow it.

But you're even more persistent. You keep staying in his mansion, and his sanity slips a little more every night. And you know that he's contemplating too, for he never tries to kick you out of his mansion.

"You deserve a rest, Vil. For your love and selflessness. For all the unspoken kindness you bestow on others. It is only fair that you get to rest,"

Vil has lived a life. He's but a mere walking corpse now, and a rest -- a sleep -- sounds just like what he needs.

And so he rests. Vil falls into a deep, serene sleep while you endure each and every dark night.

#twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #jade leech #vil schoenheit #sie writes #twisted wonderland imagines

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the-coffee-story · 3 years

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Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 2 - The Forest God

When Agatha came over to visit the next day, she found herself baffled when Alice opened the door with a wide smile.

"Agatha, you won't believe what happened!" She was giddy. "Oh, it's so wonderful!"

Agatha furrowed her brows and tried to peer her head past her shoulders and into the space between the doorway. "What is it?"

"He's back!"

"Who?"

"Eustace!"

"What?!"

"Come and see for yourself!" Alice excitedly jumped up and down and took her by the hand. "He's still weak, and he won't speak, but he's here!!!"

"Alice, that's-"

"Come with me!" She dragged her along to the living room, excitedly murmuring the whole way.

Agatha froze in the doorway, mouth slightly agape.

It was him, undoubtedly, but even as he raised his head and turned it to them, he didn't look like he was still among the living. His skin was white and mottled, and he was sitting so still he looked like a corpse at first. His face was empty of any expression or life, as if his soul had been left behind somewhere far away. "Eustace, look, Agatha's here!" Alice was beaming, skipping over to the still figure.

Agatha felt the blood draining from her face.

Whatever was going on, this was not natural. And yet Alice was as joyful as she hadn't been in months. Agatha was torn. Should she tell her to leave him? What had happened to him? Or should she let it be?

"I-"

"Yes, I know, he looks exhausted." Alice's voice was soft as she sat down next to her silent husband. She softly stroked the back of his hand. "But he's going to be fine again, aren't you, Eustace?"

His chapped, white-blue lips moved, only slightly, but no sound came out. His face was as expressionless as that of a deadman.

Agatha shivered, and took a stray step back. She couldn't bear to be within his presence any longer. "Well, I... I wish you two the best of luck with th-that then... I just remembered I still need to fix my husband's coat, he ripped a hole in it again, he's so clumsy..." She laughed nervously. "I'll see you then... goodbye!"

With that she rushed out.

***

"Zombie." The child grinned.

"Don't interrupt me." The mother gently booped her child's nose.

***

Months had passed. At first Eustace's miraculous return was nothing but a rumour, but then Alice began bringing him outside, and soon everyone knew that something had happened. By the time it was summer, despite whispers of witchcraft and unholy entities, the majority of townsfolk had simply accepted the strange pair. There wasn't much else to do.

It was a warm summer afternoon. The sun was drowning the world in a deep golden glow and the birch trees were softly swaying in the wind like it was singing them to sleep. Alice and Eustace were sitting in the garden and she was making a flower crown for him. He still hadn't said a word since his return, but it didn't stop her from trying. She loved him. She loved him so much.

She put the crown on his head and adjusted it a little. "There. Isn't it lovely?"

He turned his head a little, then reached out a bony hand to feel the soft petals between his fingers. The ghost of a smile was barely visible on his pale lips. Alice smiled and snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around his thin frame and gently placing her hand on his. She closed her eyes. "I love you."

She heard someone call her name and looked up. Agatha was standing by the old wooden fence and waving. "Alice, can you come over for a minute?"

"I'll be right back, dearest," she told Eustace. Then she got up, brushed the grass off her dress and ran over to the fence. "I'm coming!"

Agatha's face was serious. "Alice, I wanted to warn you."

"What is it? If you're talking about the apple tree don't worry, I already cut the branch before it could break off and hurt someo-"

"The shepherd was found dead in the forest."

Alice paled. "My God. What happened?"

"Something tore him up. Nobody knows what it could have been."

"A wolf? A bear?"

"Something worse." Agatha's brown eyes were narrow, and stared into the garden just in front of her.. "Where was Eustace last night?"

"Well, he went outside to catch some air at around midnight..." Alice's heterochromatic eyes widened. "Good God, he could've gotten himself killed! I'll make sure to tell him not to do that!"

"Alice, don't you think-"

"My God, thank you for the warning Agatha, he could've come to harm..."

"Alice!", Agatha suddenly snapped, grabbing her arm before she could turn and run back. "Come back to your senses! Whatever that...that thing is, it's not your husband!"

"He just needs some time!", she pleaded, flinching her arm away. "He's going to be alright! He just needs a bit of patience and care, and then it's all going to be alright!"

"Alice, he is literally a rotting corpse, it's time to just let it go!"

"He needs me!!"

They both glanced over at the young man sitting, alone, in the thick grass. He was still wearing the flower crown and softly swaying back and forth with the dancing trees. There was even some kind of tiny smile still plastered to his pale lips.

"Alice, this is madness," Agatha muttered, more to herself, if anything.

"Give me some time," the younger woman pleaded, voice cracking softly. "I swear, he's going to make it."

"This feels like something that shouldn't be messed with, Alice-"

"He'll be fine."

"Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you want to believe it?"

Alice hesitated. "Because I love him."

Agatha sighed, and paused. It felt wrong. Everything felt so wrong. Agatha knew, somewhere deep down, she needed to help the grieving woman. This... thing wasn't her husband. No, she was going to help her, no matter if it shattered her healing heart back In two. But right now... She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Alright... be careful, dear," was all she could mutter. She kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into a hug, not daring to let her go. "Eustace!" He clumsily raised his head. "You better damn well appreciate what Alice is doing for you!"

He nodded, but his pale face was still empty of any expression. He looked like an empty shell, someone that once held such life and humanity, but now something different masqueraded inside.

A few days had passed. The shepherd was buried and mourned for. But, one day soon after there was another crowd carrying something from the woods.

"What's going on?", Alice asked a little boy as the procession passed by. "What happened?"

"Oh, they found the milkman dead in the woods." He shrugged. "Intestines all over the place."

Agatha quickly appeared by Alice's side, fury in her face. "It happened again! Something is going on here and I'm sure your husband has something to do with it!"

"Agatha, please...!" Alice bit her lip, looking at her battered shoes. "He's not hurting anyone."

"Enough is enough!"

Suddenly a weak sound escaped Eustace's mouth. He bit his lip and tried again.

"Agatha.... please.... don't shout....at Alice."

Despite it all, Alice's face lit up and she threw her arms around him, trying anything to pull her mind away from the gathering crowd passing them. "You're speaking again!"

"Not...her fault....."

Agatha clenched he fist and took a firm step forward, glaring at the pair. "Eustace, you're hiding something."

"Agatha, please...", Alice pleaded, drawing her arms from around Eustace's thin waist.

But the older woman just turned and walked away.

On that evening while Alice was preparing dinner Eustace went out into the garden to catch some air. He returned when the sun had just sunk behind the net of emerald trees, the red sky reflecting on his white hair and giving him an ethereal appearance. He looked otherworldly.

Alice hugged him in the doorway and buried her face in his jacket. "I love you. My darling."

But suddenly she heard a woman screaming down the street.

"Something must have happened," Alice whispered, pulling him inside. "Let's close the door."

Darkness had quickly cast it's shadow over the village. But outside people gathered, with torches and pitchforks, a demonic mob, hoarsely screaming obscenities at the top of their lungs. Then someone knocked hard on the door.

"He killed my husband!", Agatha screamed from outside the house. "That evil creature killed my husband, let me in, Alice!"

"No!", Alice screamed. "It wasn't him...it can't have been him!"

"We'll break the damn door if we have to!"

"I won't let you hurt him!" Alice was sobbing. She ran back to the table and hugged Eustace, her long dark hair falling over his shoulder like a waterfall. She cradled him in her arms. "I won't let them hurt you, my darling. Just you wait. You'll be fine again. I promise."

Eustace raised his head a little and his ashen lips moved. She came closer and he whispered something, barely understandable and raspy.

"I love you...run..."

She hugged him and cried. "I love you... I won't run anywhere, I'll stay with you... I love you...!"

"Please...run..."

"I love you...!"

Suddenly he froze. Then his slender hand reached for his blindfold and pulled it away. And when he opened his eyes and glanced up, Alice was met with the full force of his golden gaze, like the sun on a summer evening in the forest.

The door broke down with a sickening crunch, and the mob flooded inside.

Eustace was sitting on the floor, Alice's head resting in his lap. Her beige dress was soaked in vermilion blood, and her beautiful dark hair surrounded her pale face like a halo of shadows. Her eyes were wide open in wonder and an expression of love was frozen on her face. She was dead.

Eustace was wearing his blindfold again. When he raised his head his lips moved. "Run... please..."

***

"And what then??"

The woman smiled. "They captured him. They decided to make sure he wouldn't ever return from the grave again, so they built him a coffin of iron, with locks and chains around it, and buried him deep in the woods, praying that no one would ever release him." She gently booped the child's nose. "Now good night, Miss Walther."

#rise of the forest god #the coffee story #reviews are welcome ;)#remember to listen to the song #written in collaboration with my friend abi

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seonghwa-is-babie · 4 years

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Protective pup

Y/n And yunho haven't gotten the best response to coming out, getting a lot of hate from antis, unfortunately, y/n got a bit more than just online hate, all because he looked too scary and intimidating with his height and tattoos

Yunho x male reader

Warning: slight angst (cursing, bruises, crying)

Note: sorry if this made u cry ;-;, and that the ending's a bit awkward

Today was a wreck for y/n, ever since he and his boyfriend, Yunho came out as a couple, he's been getting a lot of hate from both fans and non-fans. y/n tried to stay strong in front of him, but in reality he didn't know how much hate he could handle anymore, since it was escalating to physical harassment

It wasn't uncommon for him to come home with bruises, but he did his best to hide them from yunho, he was already stressed with their comeback being right around the corner

Today was another one of those days where he got beat up for being in a relationship with their 'oppar'

🐶

Once he got home he expected to be welcomed by his boyfriend, Yunho, with open arms, but he wasn't home at the moment, so y/n decided to text him

________________________________________

you: baby why aren't you home? I thought you were done by now?

Yunho🐶❤️: They're making us practise a bit longer for our comeback

you: When are you coming home then? I miss you...

Yunho🐶❤️: We're almost done, don't worry :)

Yunho🐶❤️: love you😘😘❤️

_______________________________________

Deciding he had enough time left to hopefully cover up the wounds, he went to the bathroom to get some bandages for the cuts, and foundations for the bruises

🐶

After bandaging up his arms and putting on a decent amount of makeup to cover up the bruises

He turned off his phone, hoping to not see anymore notifications from comments under anything he posts "maybe he is better off without me, or he can find someone else who's so much better than me, who isn't hated" as he started to think, he couldn't help but cry from it, falling asleep after the crying had tired him out.

At practice🐶

"alright from the top guys, five six seven eight" they went over their choreography once again "yunho your footing's wrong, you're supposed to go like this" the instructor demonstrated "sorry sir, I won't do it again" they repeated it, only for him to do another part wrong, repeating this problem until the members decided to address it

"yunho, you've been a bit out of rhythm since our break, is everything okay?" seonghwa asked concerned "I don't know hyung, maybe cause of..."

San looked at him confused "cause of what, Yunho?" he looked down "y/n sent a text asking why I wasn't at home and after I explained why, I don't know why, but his reply seemed so sad, he didn't even say I love you back, and I think I know why" the older didn't fully understand

"well, why do you think he's sad?" yunho looked down "I think it might be because of the hate we've been getting for coming out, I've deleted all social media of off my phone, but I don't know if he did it as well."

"yunho, maybe you should go home to check on him" Hongjoong said, concerned for the yunho's boyfriend, he knew him quite well and knew that despite his intimidating exterior, he was a gentle soul "but what about practice?"

wooyoung pushed him towards the door "that's not important right now, what is, is that you go home and check up on your boyfriend"

🐶

"I'm home" yunho said, expecting a hug and a kiss from his boyfriend, but all he saw was an empty living room, like he had feared "maybe he went to bed already? That's strange, normally he waits for me to get back" he went up the stairs to their shared bedroom, hoping to find the other there

To his surprise, he did, though he was already asleep, so he tried his best not to wake his lover up, sadly he did wake up because y/n was a pretty light sleeper

"Yunho?" he turned around to face his lover, he smiled "hey, I'm home, I missed you" he went closer to his lover, only then noticing the tear stains and the slightly red eyes "why did you cry? Did something happen?" he hoped to deer God that it wasn't the hate, but just a bad day at work

"i'm fine, don't worry about it" he tried grabbing yunho's arm to stop him from further inspecting his body, but that backfired as the sleeve came up and exposed the bandages, which yunho obviously saw

"oh my gosh! What did you do? Did someone hurt you?" tears started to slip from y/n's eyes and he turned over to his back "babe please, I'm worried about you" y/n turned back to yunho, the years exposing his makeup "hold on one minute, please"

He came back with a a few makeup wipes "may I?" y/n decided to no longer hide what people were doing to him and nodded. As yunho started gently wiping off the makeup, his face contorted into one of shock "how'd that happen, honey?"

"....Your fans, they've been harassing me on and off social media, on it, they always say I don't D-deserve you, that I-I'm a heartless ass hole who doesn't know how to properly care for you. But off...... Yunho.... I'm not sure if you know how much it hurts not only physically, but mentally as well. I've tried to stay strong, but I don't know how much longer I can take it"

at this point he was sobbing, something Yunho had never seen before. He sat next to his slightly taller boyfriend and rubbed the others back "I-I didn't know it go that bad..... I didn't think they would go that far. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you sooner" both began to cry in each others arms

🐶

"I promise you I will do something about this, I hate to see you go through so much pain" yunho said, sitting in y/n's lap "maybe we could do something together?" the younger nodded, before getting up from the older's lap and grabbing his phone, texting someone "who're you texting?" yunho made room for y/n to look over his shoulder

"just my manager to ask him if I can do a V-live to address what's going on" the older tensed up "are you sure that's a good idea?" the younger nodded "we don't have to if you don't feel comfortable with it" y/n thought about it

"I don't want you to do this alone, but I don't know if I can face the camera right now" Yunho tried to think of something they could do "how about...... You lay your head on my lap facing away from the camera, that way, you'll still be there with me, but don't have to see any negative comments" y/n nodded

🐶

Yunho got his phone positioned where they could see both him and y/n and waited until enough people joined in "hey guys.... This isn't going to be a happy vlive today, instead I want to address something that's been a problem lately" he could already see some hate comments on screen "ever since I came out with my boyfriend, we've been getting a lot of hate, me getting only a bit of what y/n has been going through, I normally trust you guys and love you all, but harassing y/n for being together with me is just wrong"

"but oppar he isn't right for uuuu"

"we love a protective bf, preach🏳️‍🌈"

"not our fault you're both filthy homosexuals😒"

"hope u guys still know there's fans out there who support you two, we love you💙💙💙"

"but he doesn't treat u right unlike I would"

"for the people who think y/n doesn't treat me right because of how he looks, he's the sweetest guy I could've asked for, he knows what I like and dislike, how to cheer me up. Why can't you guys see that, is all you guys see a tall scary man with tattoos, or the sweet, loving person laying beside me"

y/n started to cry again and buried his face into yunho's thighs, Yunho brought him up to comfort him, y/n still facing away from the camera "it's okay, it's gonna be fine, we're gonna sort this out alright?" the youngest went to wipe his tears, the older leaning into those touches from him

"guys, you should stop... Look how much we're hurting him and y/n"

"oppar he'll just use you"

"look at how much they care about each other, how could you hate them?🥺🥺🥺🥺"

"guys please, I can't stand seeing him this unhappy and sad, seeing him with so many bruises and cuts, and him not even being able to face the camera because of you guys. This has to stop, or we will have to take drastic measures in order to keep ourselves save" y/n looked at his boyfriend, a bit scared but also relieved that this might just be a solution to their problem

"yunho, are you sure this is what we should do?" he asked, still unsure of what to do "I know many fans probably won't like it, but this is what I have to do if I want to keep you and myself safe" he took in a deep breath before looking back towards his phone "we will be deleting our social media from our phones, and if we catch any of you harassing me or y/n, you will be blacklisted and will get a restraining order from us" he ended the live

🐶

"are you okay baby?" y/n asked yunho "no, I just-" he began to cry "I just can't believe that they would do so many awful things just because we're together" the older pulled him closer "I guess that's the harsh reality of idol life, because of the way you're supposed to act towards fans, it gives them a false sense of hope. I wish things were different, but sadly we can't change it, not in one day that is. This stuff is going to take time for people to accept, but i'm sure that when some more time has passed, people will accept it, as there will be more like us in the future"

"how can you be so sure of it? Maybe people will start to resent it even more" he looked up at y/n "I don't know what the future holds, but I do know we can influence it, you're a role model for people, if they see from you that it's okay, I'm sure many people will follow"

they stayed in each other's arms, eventually falling asleep, but not before saying one last thing to each other "I love you yunho, with all my heart, and I hope our country will allow us to be together till the end" yunho snuggled closer to y/n "you mean like getting married and stuff? I'd love to get married to you, and I hope we can in the future too"

They shared a quick peck before cuddling up once more and going to sleep for the night

#ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kpop x male reader #ateez x male reader #ateez #Yunho x male reader #Yunho #jeong yunho

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 3 years

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Perry being relocated is sad, but it could lead to some bonding moments between Phineas and Heinz should they interact again. Phineas tells Heinz that it really started to sink in that he shouldn't have thrown away the pamphlet; if he had actually heard Perry out, maybe they could've kept the whole thing a secret from OWCA. Heinz comforts him and tells him it's not his fault; in hindsight, he shouldn't have roped some random kids into his scheme, but Phineas tells him it's not his fault either.

in reference to this post

WAIT THAT’S ACTUALLY SO CUTE??? oh man do I have Some Ideas™ for this

First of all, I have a feeling they’d all kinda stay away from each other for a while. I think Phineas would just be too sad to see anyone, and he’d rather spend his time moping with Ferb. Heinz wouldn’t even know where to find them anyway, but he’d probably want to stay away from them because he’d just feel really fucking guilty. I mean, it was Heinz that built the other-dimensionator. It was Heinz that let them come with him. There is no way he wouldn’t feel solely responsible not just for himself losing his nemesis, but these kids losing their pet, and that’s not even getting into the guilt I’m sure he’d feel over letting his doppelganger attempt to have them yeeted across the room or fed to the goozim (until, of course, he was also sentenced to a game of Poke the Goozim With A Stick).

But after a few days of moping around the penthouse and attempting to build things that he gives up on halfway through, there’s a knock on the door. His first thought is that it must be his weekend with Vanessa (already? how did that happen?) and he’s like :/ because he has to explain to her that he accidentally had Perry relocated literally just hours after finding out that the guy had a whole family that he never even knew about. But then he opens the door and it’s Phineas standing there, and heinz.exe stops working for a few seconds because why is this child standing outside his penthouse?

And Phineas has obviously been crying but he’s not right now, and he just looks up at Heinz with the saddest puppy dog eyes and asks, “Can I come in?” and there’s absolutely no way Heinz can say no to him,

Now, Heinz is obviously very confused because there’s really no reason for this kid not to hate his guts, so he has to ask what tf Phineas is doing here. Phineas just kinda shrugs and sniffles real quick, and Heinz has read Perry’s body language enough that he can kind of tell what people are thinking even if they won’t say it, so he sighs and just says something like, “You miss him, too, huh?” and Phineas nods and then starts fucking sobbing, and poor Heinz hasn’t had t comfort a crying child in years, so he has no idea what to do.

So Heinz gestures to the couch, and he’s like, “... you wanna sit?” and Phineas just looks at it for a second and Heinz quickly adds, “it’s not the same one he peed on,” and Phineas doesn’t stop crying but he does crack a smile before he sits down. Heinz sits down, too, and he asks why Phineas is there again, because while his new couch is very comfortable -- perks of not buying new inator parts and new doors every day; he could afford a very luxurious couch -- he is decently sure Phineas did not come here to try out his couch.

And Phineas takes a minute to compose himself, and then he says something like, “I was just starting to get to know this other side of him, and now he’s gone” except like phrased so it’s sadder idk it’s hard to write dialogue if I’m not actually writing something in fanfic form lmao.

Heinz just kinda nods because he doesn’t necessarily relate -- sure, finding out Perry had a family was surprising, but the difference between Agent P with his family and the Perry the Platypus that Heinz knows isn’t anywhere near as stark as the difference between Agent P and the Perry that Heinz can sort of picture at home -- he does relate to wishing he had had the time to learn more about him before he had to leave.

Then Phineas asks, “What was he like?” and it all kinda falls into place. He came here to get to know the side of Perry that he didn’t really get to see; the side that Heinz knows better than anyone, because he’s seen both the friend and foe aspects (often on the same day, when they’d go hang out after work). So Heinz starts talking and talking and talking, and it’s oddly comforting because this is what he used to do with Perry the Platypus and he hasn’t really gotten to monologue since Perry left and he’d forgotten how therapeutic it was. It’s not the same, obviously, but seeing Phineas’s reactions to his stories is heartwarming in a different way.

And then maybe Phineas apologizes, and Heinz is like ??? because if anyone should be apologizing, it should be him -- and he was getting there; he was just a little wrapped up in happier times -- and Phineas explains the whole thing with the pamphlet and the fact that he basically ignored everything Perry tried to tell him (and he doesn’t say it, but hearing Heinz talk about Perry and what he thought and what he felt just makes it worse because it means Heinz (his nemesis!!!) was willing to listen to him and he wasn’t). And Heinz is like “Dude, literally shut the fuck up because this was all my bad” (but, you know, not like that) and they talk about that for a lil bit and Heinz finally says, “You know what? We both messed this up equally. We can share the blame, how ‘bout that?” and again, Phineas doesn’t say it, but that makes him feel better, too, because everyone else has been telling him to stop blaming himself. Even Ferb said it, as if Ferb wasn’t completely level-headed the entire time. If Perry had handed Ferb the pamphlet, he would have read it and he would have figured out what Perry was getting at, and then Phineas wouldn’t have wasted so much of their last few hours together just being angry at him. This is the first time someone has been real with him about it, and it means a lot.

And that, my friends, is the story of the newly-formed unbreakable bond between Phineas Flynn and Heinz Doofenshmirtz :,)

I have a sneaking suspicion that part of the reason you sent this was that you know that I’m a complete sucker for a good Phineas/Heinz (non-romantic) relationship, but I have to admit, the more I think about this, the more I feel like this would work out better with Heinz and Ferb. I know that’s probably really weird from someone who’s literally written a whole tumblr essay about how Phineas and Heinz are basically the same person (casual promo is casual), but I was actually just talking to revenblue on ao3 the other day (I would tag his tumblr instead but a) I don’t want him to feel compelled to read all my bullshit and b) I want to bless any Perryshmirtz fans out there who may not have read his fics yet because he is The Perryshmirtz Writer™) about how Heinz would get along with the boys, and I realized that Ferb and Heinz would actually get along really well in a different sense?

The charm of Phineas and Heinz’s potential friendship has always been that it would be someone to excitedly talk to about building and inventing and that they’d connect through excited conversations that they can’t have with anyone else. Sure, Phineas can talk to Ferb about it and Heinz can talk to Perry about it, but neither of them talk back very much, so putting two excitable blabbermouths together would be fantastic.

But Heinz and Ferb would get along really well because Heinz would actually listen to him. He’s so used to hanging out with Perry that he can pick up on silent cues with no problem -- something that would be really useful when hanging out with a mostly nonverbal kid. As much as it looks like Ferb might get that from Phineas already, it looks more to me like Phineas just assumes they’re on the same page and Ferb just roles with it. I’d go more in depth but a) it’s almost one in the morning and I have an 8:30 class tomorrow and b) this post is already so much longer than it needed to be, but tl;dr: This would be a great way for Heinz and Ferb to bond because it would give Heinz the chance to monologue and infodump about his best friend at the same time it gives Ferb the chance to both learn more about Perry and to talk to someone who’s going to pay attention to his own thoughts and feelings with no prompting.

#anon: so what if --#me: WRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITE #im sorry i got a little carried away here #i might actually write this as a one-shot separate from the potential seattle fic just for kicks but idk #im really bad at writing ferb so i would probably attempt it with phineas if i did #anyways its late (early?) and i need to take a shower whoops bai #look i have an ask #pnf

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akwardpikachu · 4 years

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[Cheater! Kaminari x Male Reader]

[Sero x Male Reader]

Info:

(H/c)=Hair Color

(E/c)=Eye Color

(S/c)=Skin Color

(M/n)=Male name

(F/c)=Favorite color

(2/f/c)=2nd Favorite color

(H/s)=Hair Style

(N/n)=Nickname

Your Quirk:

Catastrophe; You can break things. About: You can destroy anything you touch. Sometimes you can break things if you are thinking about touching it while you touch it. You cannot fix what you break. You cannot get hurt by falling objects.

(M/n)'s POV

Walking in on my boyfriend mid fucking someone else was not on my to do list, especially on our anniversary. "What the actual FUCK, Denki?!" I yelled, dropping the flowers I was holding. The blonde scrambled to cover him and (Random/Name), I could see the shock in his eyes as he saw me slowly back away with tears in my eyes. Though after that everything went blank, like something in my mind snapped. I heard crashing, screaming, and then someone calling my name.

'How could he...?' I thought, slowly coming back to my senses and seeing everything drop onto the floor with a crash and things being destroyed. I saw the two on the bed shaking in fear, but I only shook my head and ran out the apartment, not wanting to see either any longer. I decided to call the one person who could help me calm down...

Ring...

"Hello..?" The voice on the other end answered, gruff and scratchy. 'I probably woke him up..' I thought, wiping my eyes and sniffling. "Sero..." I croaked out, suddenly hearing sheets rustling quickly and what sounded like him running. "Where are you." He said, knowing something was clearly wrong. "Outside his apartment, he cheated on me.. H-how could he do that..?" I mumbled while more tears slipped, I numbly started at the ground. "He fucking promised..." he growled, confusing me slightly but I didn't say anything. "I'll be there in a few, mi amor. Just wait for me." The only response he got was a soft hum.

(Time Skip to a few minutes later)

Third POV:

(M/n) was slumped down on a bench, his head in his hands as his body shook. Soft sobs raked through his body as he remembered every moment he felt the signs, the signals that Denki was cheating or not showing interest anymore. He felt the presence of someone causing him to look up with his red puffy eyes. Sero stares down at him with slight sorrow, crouching down in front of the other while gently grabbing his hands. "Hey, how about we get out of this cold, hm?" He said, giving him a sad smile, helping the other up only for (M/n) to fall into his chest. "(M/n)?!" He panicked, he checked to see him only to be unconscious.

'Kami what have you done to him..?' The ravenette thought, picking the other up bridal style. He started the journey back to his apartment, looking down to check on the other male every now and then.

Sero felt flashbacks to when you two were back in school, back when he began to fall in love with you..

Remember that time I made you laugh

I would give in to hear that sound again

Missing the lines on both sides of your face

And I hate that that's all I have now

He remembered the lovesick look in Denki's and your eyes when you two became friends, and he knew he had to shove his own feelings down.

Am I just fixing it just to break it?

Am I just hanging on, just so we can drown?

Like the love we thought we found, no

We're hoping that we don't just hit the ground

He knew that whatever he had tried back then wouldn't stop the blind love you felt for the energetic blonde...

I've been pulling you close, but pushing me further

I've been holding it back, that I see you different

Sick of me reminding you to love me like you

say you do

Sero felt his own tears begin to brim his eyes as he thought back to all the times he saw you two doing couple things in the dorms.

And I've been hurting myself to keep you from leaving

I've been wondering whether we'll last the season

Wish we could've made this work

But now I know that I need more

He looked down at you, kissing the top of your head as he slowed down to fully get a look at you. When had you started to look so tired..?

I need more

Afraid that I'll lose you in the crowd

I wish that I was a priority

Then you walked out on me with a straight look on your face

And said you've had enough

He thought back to your first fight with Denki, how you went straight to him crying and ranting about how he was flirting with others right in front of you.

But then you came back in to try to fix it

But never helping me when I start to drown

Like the love we thought we found

Is it worth the pain if I should stick around?

He remembered when he lied to you for the last time, saying that you two couldn't hang out cause he had a date with someone. Seeing how hurt you were cause you had another fight with Denki...

And I've been pulling you close, but pushing me further

I've been holding it back, that I see you different

Sick of me reminding you to love me like you say you do, oh

After that day, the day he lied to you, he vowed never to do it again. He told Denki the day after that he'd fallen in love with you and made him promise to never hurt you again.

And I've been hurting myself to keep you from leaving

I've been wondering whether we'll last the season

Wish we could've made this work

But now I know that I need more

He regrets never telling you how he felt, but after everything... After all these years, he knew that'd he'd stop hurting and so would you after everything, they'd stop talking to Denki, start over, and move on.

And I need more

And I need more, I need more...

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Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry for being away for so long, but here's a little bit of angst, sorry if it's also not the best of my work. It's a bit rushed and I had a small work of inspiration! Anyways, hope you enjoyed and feel free to let me know what you thought in the comments.

Have an amazing day/night/morning/evening and please stay safe out there!

#Spotify #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bocu no hero academia #sero x y/n #sero x male reader #kaminari x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #mha kaminari #bnha kaminari #bnha sero #mha sero #sero hanta #sero is underrated

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arknights-imagines · 4 years

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Decided to combine both of these into one imagine since I think they go really well together! 💕 Anons, I hope you don't mind~~ 💖 Also, thank you both for the requests and nice messages! 🌸🌸 I really hope I did SilverAsh justice!!

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“ you are & always will be precious to me . ” + “ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ”

Imagine format; lots of it is from SilverAsh's perspective

Contains: SilverAsh, gender neutral Doctor, Doctor being upset after a nightmare, implied established relationship I guess loll??

Word count: about 1.7k

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There was no room for compassion in war.

But despite the fact that SilverAsh believed and stood by that, he couldn't deny what he felt for the Doctor. With his position and what he faced daily, warm emotions weren't something he experienced often. His front was shrewd; a man who would do anything to get what he wanted.

But even then, he was always gentler to the Doctor. They were an old friend, someone he held dear - very dear, in fact. With them, his intentions never held ulterior motives; with the Doctor, SilverAsh was always in his most sincere form.

Night was calm at Rhodes Island, even if it wasn't completely quiet. People were up late, unsurprisingly, filling the facility with a light buzz of chatter or footsteps. While he knew it was important to get proper rest, it was easy to feel restless while staying in his room for hours on end, and some fresh air never did anyone any harm.

Standing on the Rhodes Island deck, the Feline stared up at the night sky, leaning on the railing. While it was just a blanket of dark spotted with stars, he always found the dark sky calming to admire.

Yawning just slightly, the Feline blinked as he heard footsteps approaching. Making sure he looked decent, he turned around with a formal facial expression, ready to greet whoever was coming closer, only for it to leave his face in an instant at who his eyes fell upon.

It was the Doctor. By the looks of it, they were planning to go to bed as well, but for some reason, they were here, running into him. Walking a little idly, they stood beside him, face turned away.

He waited for them to speak, but they didn't move or even make any gesture toward him. Lifting a brow just slightly, SilverAsh placed a hand on their shoulder, speaking in a quiet tone, "...it's late. What are you doing awake at this hour?"

A breeze passed by, and they hugged themselves just slightly. The Doctor came looking for him often, to ask about battle formations or just to see him. He didn't mind their company, not in the slightest, but they didn't seem to be acting as usual; they seemed a bit more urgent than usual - almost distressed.

Their reply came delayed, "I didn't mean to bother you. Could I…stay here for a bit?" They avoided his eyes, shifting their weight from foot to foot.

The Feline blinked, his brow lifting again. Something felt wrong - but it was late at night, they could've just been tired; perhaps they had walked to the deck just to get some fresh air. Still, the Feline felt like that wasn't at all the case; he came to the deck quite often, and they knew this. He didn't believe this was coincidence.

Nevertheless, he nodded a bit, "You can certainly stay. Though, you should know, it's improper for us to meet so late at night like this." He said this lightheartedly - he and the Doctor were far from being strict colleagues, and he wasn't bothered by them wishing to stick around him, no matter the reason. Still, at his words, they didn't give much of a reaction.

Quietly, they thanked him, folding their arms over the railing, tilting their face to look up at the sky, "I didn't mean to bother you so late. I just…needed to come see you. I looked in your room but you weren't there." They looked to the floor as SilverAsh , his gaze trained on them in concern.

"What could've urged you to do so at this hour?" He asked, squinting as he noticed how their facial expression seemed contoured in discomfort, "Do you feel ill?"

They shook their head, "No, I'm fine." The Doctor seemed to be biting their tongue, but SilverAsh didn't want to force them to speak if they didn't want to. "Just…a bit worried I guess."

His brows furrowed in concern, the Feline placed a careful hand on their shoulder, taking note of how they tensed under his touch for but a second, "Care to elaborate?" The stars nor the moon provided much light, he couldn't see their facial expression in much detail.

A meek shrug left them, the air around them uncertain and hesitant. Finally, the Doctor looked toward him, and it was only then that he realized how pallid they looked. Trying to hide his concern, his grip on their shoulder tightened by just a hair.

The Doctor spoke, words leaving them slowly, "I guess I'm just wondering…my role in all of this."

SilverAsh blinked for a moment, "Your role? We all have our roles to play, my dear." His voice was soft, as was his touch as his hand fell from their shoulder to place itself over their own hand. The Doctor seemed to relax at his tone, but whatever was bothering them didn't leave.

A small shake of their head came in reply, "Your role relies on my orders, that much I think I get at this point. But…how am I supposed to do that role when my memory is completely gone?"

SilverAsh's eyes snapped to theirs. So that was it; "You're concerned your memory loss will hinder your abilities?" Gently, the Feline squeezed their hand, catching their attention. "My dear, you may not remember, but you have never disappointed anyone I can recall, and you have never disappointed me. You've always done your job to the best of your ability, and that is enough in trying times like these." The smallest smile graced his lips, "It's always intrigued me, how you're able to show compassion even in war. I used to think that was naive, that it was useless. But you proved me wrong."

The Doctor gaped at him, eyes widened and lips open. They opened their mouth to say something, but the Feline placed a finger to their lips - there was more he wanted to say. If he was honest, SilverAsh had wanted to tell them these things as long as he could remember, but there was never a good time. Now, with them alone and the Doctor giving him their rapt attention, he didn't think there would ever be a more suitable time.

"Many here are counting on you, but the same people are prepared to support you - including myself. You may not each of remember them, and your memory…it may not return to you, that is true." He shifted, his body turning toward them as he gingerly took both of their hands, "But you should know, even at your most vulnerable moments, you will always have somebody to support you here at Rhodes Island. And even when you're unsure about that, you should always remember,"

SilverAsh looked at them with a tenderness they didn't think was possible in their world of ruin. His next words were quiet, meant for them and only them; "No matter what may happen…you are and always will be precious to me."

The Doctor stared at him, their face slowly being overtaken by shock. Even at the pallid look they were giving them, the Feline kept his eyes on theirs, hands still holding their own. He wasn't expecting himself to say such reckless words, but he didn't regret them - he wouldn't regret them, even if the Doctor reacted poorly.

However, when their reaction finally came, it was so sudden SilverAsh barely even processed what was happening.

"I…" Their words were fragile, almost being taken with the night breeze, and when they looked up at him, their eyes were brimmed with tears. He almost didn't notice under the dim lighting they were in, but in a moment, they were crying, as if they couldn't hold back their emotion any longer. The Doctor blinked, recoiling as if they had been slapped across the face, "Enciodas…I'm sorry-"

Lifting a hand to their face, careful not to stare them, SilverAsh spoke, snapping from his shock, "My dear…" A frown came to his face, his stomach sinking at how distressed they really were, "Will you tell me what truly happened now?"

They seemed embarrassed, but were in no condition to brush him off anymore. "I had a bad nightmare. That's why I came by…I couldn't go back to sleep." The Doctor confessed; their words were interspersed with small sobs and sniffles, but they continued regardless, "Everyone got hurt, and I couldn't remember what to do, I-"

The Feline hushed them softly, "Shh." He didn't let them finish; he didn't need to hear any details. Without hesitance, he wrapped his arms around their form, holding them close to his chest as they sniffed in frustration.

They gripped hard at the fabric of his shirt, biting down on their tongue to try and stop their crying, "Sorry--"

"Stop that, don't apologize." Hoping to help them calm down, he ran a hand up and down their back, "It was just your imagination, my dear." Rocking them back and forth, he finally began to coax them to calm down, "Shh, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe."

That's all it had been - a dream. There was the possibility that it could someday become a reality, but SilverAsh didn't believe so. As long as he was there, they would be safe. There were no contracts or conditions behind such a vow.

Slowly, the Doctor relaxed, their breath slowing and their crying going quiet. Nuzzled against his chest, they nodded, wrapping their own arms around his waist.

"Enciodas…thank you." Their tone was muffled and shaky, but he didn't miss the sincerity it held.

Smiling just slightly, the man nodded. "Anytime, my dear." Neither of them moved - they stayed there, the air around them light and comfortable. The night was a little chilly, but when he focused on their breathing, SilverAsh couldn't be bothered with much else.

The Doctor was very dear to him, and he wanted them to know that more than anything else. With his sisters, the Feline hadn't accomplished that. SilverAsh wasn't a perfect man, he had made mistakes and like anyone else, he had regrets. He regretted not being there for his sisters like he knew he should've before it was too late. He regretted not caring for those close to him until it was too late. He regretted his mindset that there was no room for care on the battlefield.

But if nothing else, even without doing anything else but standing pressed to his chest, the Doctor had taught him that such a mindset was wrong. Maybe he was being impulsive, maybe his own drowsiness was causing his thoughts to be scrambled; In war, there wasn't a place for a fairy-tale like relationship, but the Doctor meant more to him than they could imagine, and he would make sure they knew that, no matter what nightmare life put them through. And that, he knew he would never regret.

#I didn't really know how to end this sbjsnd #arknights #arknights imagines #arknights fanfics #arknights writing #arknights silverash #arknights doctor #arknights imagine #imagines #writing

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karaxreds · 5 years

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Proud of you - Harry Winks

She watched the score as a small tear rolled down her cheek, it felt like someone has just stabbed her in the chest.

She felt bad for him, for his team and for the whole fans that travelled all the way down to Madrid to watch this game.

"Hey." Your future mother-in-law whispered, "Don't cry, honey! You need to be strong for your man, we all need to."

You just nodded your head, of course you were devasted but not as much as your finance who's probably heart broken , you couldn't see him yet.

He was subbed off a few minutes after the second half, you know he probably feels bad too about not getting to play the full ninety minutes but he also knows that his mamager knows better.

The score was disappointing, this was Harry's most important game of his career but unfortunately it didn't go their way.

You watch as the liverpool players lined up in two lines so they could clap to their opposites as they walked up to the small podium for them to grab their silver medals.

You started clapping as well as you saw that Eric was the first one to walk up and grab his medal, a disappointed look on his face, but he looked a bit more composed than the others fiving the fact that a few minutes ago he was the one collecting his devasted teammates from the ground.

You watched him walk toward the podium a small sad smile on his face as the man put the silver medal around his neck, he whispered a small thank you before he walked away, staying a little bit longer on the pitch so they all could thank the travelling fans.

You waited for what felt like forever before he finally started walking up the stands, toward his family, you took a deep breath, you had to be strong for him, for you and for everyone around.

His parent and siblings were the first ones to hug him, he seemed pretty composed untiil them and it made you feel a little bit relieved at the sight.

It was finally your turn, you give him a tiny smile, opening your arms for him and he didn't hesitate to throw himself into them.

"I am so proud of you." You whispered, kissing his head.

"I am so sorry." His voice cracked, and you could've sworn that you heard your heart crack as well.

"Baby." You muttered, slightly pulling away from him. "You don't need to, never ever. You were so great, so amazing on the pitch." You give him a small nod, "I am proud of you, proud of this journey of yours. I am pretty sure that everyone else feel the same."

You watched his parents and everyone else slightly nod at your words, they knew that if anyone could make him feel better it would be you.

Harry's brown wattery eyes pierced into yours, he opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

He threw himself back into your arms and a sudden sob left his lips and it broke your heart, you just wish you could take his pain away even if it meant that it would only hurt you.

- A few hours have passed and you were on the plane on your way back to London, sitting right next to Harry's mom who looked exhausted, just like you.

You couldn't wait to go home, the spurs' players were probably still in Madrid for a couple more hours, just in time for them to gather all their belongings.

"You alright sweetheart?" Your mother-in-law's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah." You nodded too quickly.

"It just wasn't meant to be, Darling." She smiled, putting a hand on yours. "I am pretty sure there's going to be plenty more finals for him to play."

"I hope so." You mumbled, fighting a few tears back. "He only deserves the best, he deserves to win."

"I know, I know." She nodded, "And he will, we just have to be patient and believe in him."

You give her a sincere smile, his mother probably loved you just as much as she loved Harry and it always warmed your heart, knowing how much she cares about you.

"Thank you." You spoke, "I should be the one consoling you and not the other way around."

"Don't worry, darling. We're here for each other." She squeezed your hand slightly, "You just need to take care of yourself, you need to stay positive and avoid all the stressful things."

Her eyes moved down to your stomach as she spoke those words making tou blush lightly, she was the only one who know about it.

"Don't worry, I am fine." You smiled, putting you other hand on your stomach. "We both are."

"Are you telling him later?" She asked curiously.

"Probably yeah." You shrugged, you've already have known for a couple of days but you only told his mother, you thought that if they won the champion's league tonight, it would've been the best moment to tell him about it, just a few moments after he lifts the trophy but unfortunately it didn't go as planned.

"At least it will cheer him up, he'll be over the moon."

"I hope so, I just want him to feel better." You admitted.

"I can assure you, this will. This is the most amazing news a man could possibly ever receive." She giggled, "I am glad you chose my son."

"I am glad he chose me too." You smiled.

-You were curled up on the sofa a few hours after you landed in Londed, Harry arrived just an hour later after you did.

As soon as he opened the door and found you curled up on the sofa he immediately cuddeled down next to you, inhaling your sent.

"Haz." You whispered, cheking up if he was asleep or not.

"Humm." He hummed, his eyes still closed.

"Babe." You sighed, "I know you said you don't want to talk, but you have to you know that right?"

He sighed and finally opened his eyes before he straightened himself on the sofa.

"I just think that I could've done better you know ." He whispered, "All of those fans who travelled all those miles down to Madrid, just to be disappointed with our shitty freaking performance."

"You weren't shit and you know that." You pointed out.

"Then why did we lose then?"

"Hard luck babe, just didn't go your way." You started caressing his head, "They were just a bit luckier. You guys did an amazing job and I am so proud of your Champions League journey, baby this is probably one of your best seasons."

"Not really my best." He shrugged, "This freaking injury just fucked up everything, I was out for weeks and didn't play so many matches."

"Hey hey hey." You said, putting your fingers under his chin and lifting his head up so he could look right into your eyes. "This isn't your fault, You did everything you could. Harry, you weren't supposed to be back on the pitch until weeks later but you worked so hard, so confidently that you came back weeks before." You told him, a hand caressing his cheeks wiping away the few tears that escaped his beautiful brown eyes.

"I am so proud of you, I could never put into word how much proud I am." You smiled, "And I am pretty sure you're going to be back next year, stronger than ever."

"You think so?" He mumbled,his voice cracking at the end. "You think we can do just like liverpool did?"

"Of course! I know so" You nodded, "They just showed the world how determinate they were, you guys just need to work a little bit harder next season for both the league and champions league."

He finally smiled for the first time in the last few hours,a genuine smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You two have been together for over five years but it didn't matter he still made you feel like the first time you met him, like the first time you kissed him.

"What would I be without you though?" He smiled.

"Probably already asleep in your bed, or just drinking a bit too much alcohol." You shrugged, a playful smile traced on your lips.

"I love you." He mumbled, leaning down and capturing your lips with bis own. You moved your hand away from his cheek and slid it into the back of his head playing woth his soft hair. "I am so in love with you." He added once the both of you pulled away for air.

"Kinda feel the same." You giggled, "We love you, so much. Both." You whispered.

You watched him pull away a frown on his face, and you heart started beating faster, you felt as if it was going to explode.

"Both?" He asked confused.

You nodded your head, before you took his hand and placed it down on your stomach.

"Both."

His eyes widened at you words, going from his hand on your stomach to your face than to his hand again.

"A-are you p-pregnant?" He asked in a pure state of shock.

"Yes, we're having a small Winksey." Your eyes full of tears once again for the millionth time this night just for another reason.

"I-I, Oh my god!" He screamed, jumping up from the couch and pulling you up with him. "We're having a baby!"

You just nodded your head,tears streaming down your face.

He pulled you into a bone crashing hug, and slightly lifting you up the ground and jumping up in pure bliss.

"Oh my god." He cries, putting you down on the ground. "I am sorry, Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked concerned, putting his hand on your stomach.

"I am fine." You giggled, "We both are,baby."

"How long?" He asked.

"Six weeks." You told him, "found out a couple of days ago."

"God, why haven't you told me before?"

"Wanted to wait until we were back home." You shrugged.

"Mum, is going to be thrilled." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh believe me she is." You chuckled.

"What do you mean? She already knows?"

"Yes, she was with me when I had my blood test." You said, "Took three test and they all said 'positive' but I couldn't wait, so I called her and we ran into the nearest hospital."

"God, this is the best thing." He shook his head in disbelief, "can you believe it? We're becoming parents!"

"I know right, who would've thought?"

"You always said that we'll be having kids but only after we get married." He laughs.

"I know right!" You pouted, "I am glad though, could never not want this baby."

"But you're still marrying me this summer,right?" He smiled.

"Of course I am."

'I love you so fucking much." He mumbled kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Winks." You whisperes, "We both do."

You were probably the happiest woman alive, what a night it was went from tears of sadness to tears of joy and ro be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Not edited, write this a couple of days ago idk just felt like writing something about him because we all know he must've been devastated that night, along with the rest of his amazing teammates.

Hope you'll like it and sorry for any grammatical, spelling mistakes english isn't my first language in fact it's my third so... ENJOY IT, MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF TOU BABES OUT THERE ❤❤

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I Am Not Living, I Am Surviving Hug Me Michael x Reader

Warnings: this theme deals with depression and thoughts of suicide which could be triggering for some.

A/N: as someone that deals with depression I felt compelled to post this. Michael helps Y/N during her depressive episode, the reader (much like me tends to shut people out especially when things get difficult so I feel this on a personal level). Hope you guys take the time to read this as it is kinda personal for me, thanks guys and please let me know what you think. Note the lyrics used are from Britta Phillips version of the song Drive

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//who's gonna tell you when

it's too late

who's gonna tell you things

aren't so great

you can't go on

thinking nothing's wrong

who's gonna drive you home tonight//

I was not alone, that there was someone somewhere who was able to articulate the seething, jumbled, brutal, pre-linguistic, thrashing, writhing, hazing, dulling pounding in my head. It wasn't just me. That single thought was the most important thing in the world to me, sometimes the one thing that kept me alive – a single false note of optimism would have shattered it all for me, left me thinking yes, it really is just me – the words people offer me really are just that, words, the hope they contain utterly irrelevant because they relate to an experience that is not mine.

‘I put on a brave front' it had been so easy to hide how I truly felt, laugh, joke act like I was completely fine. But truth was I knew deep down inside I wasn't masking it would only work for so long. I was rapidly sliding deeper and deeper into a very dark space. My symptoms got worse and soon I found it too difficult to even get up and out of bed in the morning.

‘You feel nothing. You shut down completely. There is no happiness, no sadness, nothing. You feel zero.’ Depression is not something that can be brushed away with a smile, or shooed away with a pat on the back. It’s something more deeper and profound. There’s no gadget to test which person is suffering from what type of depression, and there’s no instrument to measure the extent of depression.

Statistics say that as many as 1 in 4 of us will experience a mental health problem at some point in our lives. That means you know someone—probably several someones—with depression, anxiety, an eating disorder or something else. Isolation can have a crushing effect on a lot of people. Some people thrive on it, but humans on the whole are a social bunch and need to interact with others. When that isn’t possible, it’s easy to feel that the walls are closing in. But honestly all I was good at doing is pushing people away, I am afraid if they get to close if they see really see what I am going through that they might abandon me because it may end up being way too much for them.

I kept a diary somehow it felt safer to write down my thoughts, the one person I should be honest with is Michael but I honestly couldn't bring myself to do it. Would he be hurt? Would he hate me? So many thoughts in the back of my mind I pushed them away. I scribbled furiously in the journal and tossing it aside. Normally I hid it under a loose floorboard in our bedroom but on this night not giving it so much as a second thought I feel asleep journal wide open. Y/N didn't hear Michael when he walked in, he looked at you you were fast asleep. He noticed the leather bound book that laid open by your sleeping form. He didn't want to invade your privacy but something alerted him that something was on deed wrong. He looked at the small paragraph scrawled on the page, his face froze in fear at the words before him.

Dear Michael.

I've been thinking about ending my life. I don't know why I can't talk to you in person, so I bought this Diary in the case that I do end up killing myself you will know why I did what I did and that you cannot blame yourself. Michael you are the reason I am still here. for now. But the voices in my head are so strong and the pain that it is inflicting on me everyday, one more thing and I feel like I won't be able to hold on, but I will for you Michael I will try my best for you.

Yours Truly,

Y/F/N Y/L/N

Depression is a hole and I'm slowly falling in trying to claw out and everyone I love is just standing there watching. Honestly I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep 'acting’ like I was ok when deep down inside I wanted to end it, quiet the voices leave the pain behind that quite frankly I felt like I was drowning in.

I opened my eyes I don't know how long I had been asleep or even what time it was. I looked to see Michael's concerned expression his piercing blue eyes felt like they had penetrated my soul. There my journal sat in his lap, Michael let out a breath attempting to steady himself. “Why won't you talk to me Y/N, tell me that something was wrong?” I couldn't even open up my mouth to speak it was like I lost all nerve to even respond. My first instinct was to bolt, I sat up quickly turning my body away from him. I wasn't able to even make it to the edge of the bed, Michael grabbed my arm “Y/N please talk to me don't shut me out!”

Michael's breathing started to get heavier as his eyes started to well up. Y/N looked at Michael, saying nothing. He wondered what she was thinking. Finally, after a few moments, she started sobbing, and she leaned into him. Michael immediately pulled her into his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder, and struggling not to cry himself. ‘I was tired of feeling helpless. I had to do something, anything.’ ‘I remember that exact moment as the one where I started to feel good about myself again, I just wish it could've lasted longer…

There was another moment of silence, this one longer than the last, "I tried to tell myself that you'd get better, that you would get back to normal but the truth is I didn't know that. I didn't know if you'd get better, you can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N, what if I never see you again! And the thought of everyone else just going on with their lives made me sick! So yeah,I am angry, and I am scared… I didn't know what the fuck I am supposed to do!" Michael's voice finally broke as tears streamed down his face. Y/N, with tears in her own eyes, finally stood up. She pressed her forehead against Michael's and placed her hands on the sides of his head. ‘But most of all, I knew, come what may, I had at least one safe harbor.’ I looked up at Michael the look was unmistakable.

‘I'll never forget what I saw at that moment, looking into Michael's eyes.’

‘He loved me. This sweet, perfect man… loved me.’

After staring at him for another moment that seemed to last forever, she finally leaned in and kissed him. He quickly began kissing her back. The two of them continued this until it started to grow more heated, with the two of them running their hands over each other, and Michael kissing along the side of her neck.

He pulled back after a minute and looked at her.

"Are you… are you sure this is okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

Y/N gave Michael a smile.

"I'm sure," I said.

‘That wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure, or rather I wasn't sure if I was sure.but I didn't know if that made a difference. I knew I wanted it to be okay this time.’

The two of them resumed, even more passionately this time. They began removing clothes and letting their hands roam over more of more of each other…

‘More than anything, I wanted it to be okay this time. I remember thinking, please, please, let it be okay this time.’

Michael continued kissing Y/N, who leaned her head back as the feelings came over her…

‘But it wasn't okay’

I inhaled sharply…

‘It was perfect.’

2 weeks later…

"How is Y/N?" Gallant ask, suddenly looking at Michael with concern on his face.

Michael hesitated. He came here to help Gallant with an issue with his salon , not unload his own worries onto him. Still, lying to him didn't feel right either.

"I don't know, really," Michael finally said. "She just doesn't seem to want to open up. I know she's been having a really hard time." Michael gave Gallant a slight smile. “I think it's just going to take time.” Gallant responded softly.

‘The day were getting... bearable.’

‘So were the days after that, and the next after that.’

‘Michael found me a new doctor. A bit further away, but worth the trip. I was able to open up to her a little.’

‘Still, I couldn't shake this feeling that there was something I was supposed to do, but at first, I couldn't figure out what it was.’

‘But gradually I started to notice something…’

‘...something I couldn't shake once I noticed them.,

‘The signs.’

‘The ones most people didn't see. The ones no one saw in me until it was almost too late.’

Michael wiped one last tear rolling down his face and closed his eyes.

“Please live for me Y/N," he said, softly. “Stay with me, I love you."

Y/N sighed in relief.

‘All I could do after that was live.’

Michael pulled me close to him tightly I could hear his heartbeat, a steady reminder to live

//Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.//

Mahatma Gandhi

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