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[twisted-lies]

I am SO sorry that I haven't been active I have a lot going on with school at the moment, but I WILL get things out when I can!

#♤mod kokichi♤ #♤Not a Request♤ #♤Important♤

[manjjiros]

for ur event !! ‘s so pretty, tip the owner f’me!! <3

“ and you know what they say might hurt you//and you know that it means so much//and you don’t even feel a thing ”

+ takashi mitsuya

NOW PRESENTING…

takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

warnings: angst, bride-to-be!reader

notes: i took this lyric more for vibes rather than actual words. my bad bestie

from the ASM: [they take the note and smile at the tip enclosed inside, glancing up at the cameras in the casino before pocketing it.]

suya smiled softly at you as you twirled in your dress in front of him. when you had approached him eleven months ago with a vision in your head of how you wanted to walk down the aisle, he knew he just had to make it perfect, not just for you, but for him as well.

he sat back in his chair, fussing with the safety pins between his teeth as you spun around again and laughed at the way the white chiffon billowed around your waist and at your feet. “suya, it’s really perfect! it’s everything i’d dreamed of, it’s like you read my mind!”

“well, it’s not as if we didn’t go through four revisions before i took needle to fabric.” he chuckled around the pins, studying the curve of your waist, the way your body was shaped perfectly by the corset top. the lace detailing over your shoulders hugged your skin and gave you a soft glow in the lights in his studio.

you stopped spinning to smile down at him from the little stool he had essentially kept you on for the last eleven months while he worked desperately to make you the happiest bride, as if you weren’t already.

he noticed a portion of the lace detailing sagging slightly at your right side, and as he got to his feet to fix it, you stepped off the stool to meet him halfway.

he laughed and put his hands on your sides, gently trying to guide you back. “ah-ah-ah, not so fast, come on, get back up there. i need to fix-“

he stopped when you nudged his hands away to hug him tightly, your arms wrapping around his middle and resting on his back. your face pressed to his shoulder, letting out a gentle breath.

he looked down at your ethereal form in your picture perfect dress, blinking slightly before hugging you back, melting into the heat of your skin and the smell of new fabric mixed with your perfume. “hey, come on, what’s this? you were just smiling…”

“i just…” you shook your head before lifting it from his shoulder to look up at him, a gentle smile on your soft lips, eyes a little wet. “i’m really grateful that you did all of this for me. you really didn’t need to, i know you have a lot of other stuff going on-“

“stop, it’s fine. i wanted to. really.” he shook his head and moved his hands to your sides, squeezing you softly. “you look great. amazing, even. i’m glad you let me do this for you.”

“i know. i just wanted to tell you.” you moved your hands to his chest, studying his face in the bright lights of the studio.

mitsuya swallowed a little before patting your side to push you away. “come on. take that off, i’ll fix it before the end of the week. your friend will be able to pick it up for you.”

you stepped back as if mildly burned, looking at him before nodding and cracking a smile again. “yeah, okay. thank you. i owe you a drink, okay?” you gathered up a majority of the dress before turning to walk towards the back dressing room, disappearing from view.

suya sucked in a breath before dropping into his chair and running his hands down his face.

he’d had his chance to be the one you wore that dress for, and yet he had condemned himself only to be the dressmaker.

#takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #♢ — special event: song requests #♧ — mitsuya #♤ — regular: ace

[iceman-kazansky]

Hey :) I stumbled over your side a few days ago and absolutly love your writing so I wanted to ask for a request. (This is the first time I'm doing something like this so I'm sorry if I do something wrong?) How about an angsty Lipton x reader in which the reader gets wounded badly in the battle field and he gets like super terefied and trys to talk her into staying awake. With maybe a fluff ending. You don't have to do it of course I just thought I'd ask since Lip's kinda underrated :)

From the Start

Pairings: Carwood Lipton x f!reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, cold, bombs, bombing, reader nearly dies, swearing I imagine, reader is knocked unconcious

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long 😭 I was so conflicted while writing this and it turned out to take much longer than I intended. I had a blast writing this, even if it took a little longer than I'd have liked. I hope you like enjoy 🥺

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Shivering within the confines of your foxhole, you listened half-heartedly to the world around you, the bitter wind was biting and silent. The forest seemed lonely, devoid of all human life and a true beauty of nature.

Except, it was anything but something of a 'beauty.' It was a place where you'd lost men — good Men, most fresh straight from America, just finished their basic; friends; too many, so, so many— in the devastating artillery the Germans bombarded you with.

Sitting in a foxhole farther from the front lines in desolate silence you listened. 

Listened, for nothing in particular; Listened for any sounds of wildlife in the frozen canopy above; Listened for the crunching of snow beneath a soldier's boots as he walked. You were taking the moment to relish the peace that settled over Bastogne.

But, unfortunately, the world had other plans. A shriek from further up in the large grouping of foxholes, followed by a thunderous boom that sent snow and dirt into the sky, signals the next wave of artillery.

The sky erupts in flashes of white –almost like lightning– followed by a deafening explosion –thunder.– 

The bombing is more intense this time, trees are exploding, the bark shooting outwards like bullets from the muzzle of a browning, sinking into unsuspecting victims with deadly precision. It's ironic in a sense, how, just a few minutes ago you'd been listening to the sounds of nature yet now you listened for incoming German mortars; Listened for the pleads and cries of help made by wounded soldiers.

Somewhere, in the vast sea of wounded, a faint scream of "Medic!" could be heard and you're already leaping out from the safest place you knew and over debris to answer their call. 

That's when the second wave hits.

You are unable to do anything when a mortar slams into the ground a few feet away, sending the ground beneath your feet shooting off into different directions, taking you with it. You felt the harsh impact when you inevitably collided with the ground, resonating in your bones, your helmet knocked free from your head while you lay on the ground motionless. The cold earth and snow pressed against your uniform as you lay. Your senses felt fuzzy; Your ears rang, blocking out all noises around you; arms and legs felt limp.

You don't want to move, but the scream for a medic you'd heard earlier echoes in your mind relentlessly, urging you on. Yet, when you try to get up, something doesn't feel right. Lifting your head slightly in confusion, pain shoots through your body. Your head pounds, it feels as if you can sense your brain smashing against your skull with every movement, prompting you to groan loudly and lay your head back down on the soft snow.

In your haze, you hear his voice, "Stay in your foxholes!" He’s screaming as he runs past disheveled men who are eager to get out of their only place of protection. But the minute he locks eyes on your slightly broken form, splayed on the forest floor, he can feel his heart stop.

In an instant he's at your side, dropped to his knees and eyes frantically searching your body.

He lifts his head up once more, head whipping to the side as he searches for help, yelling "Medic!" As loud as he can.

You can feel the adrenaline wearing off now, and feel the warm liquid that seeps from deep gashes on your stomach and legs. And in one horrific thought you realize, you've been wounded.

In seconds Eugene Roe, one of Easy companies medics, is at your side, pressing bandages into your wounds. They seem to be no use as they soak up blood quickly while more just keeps on seeping from the wounds and onto the once beautiful white snow.

Your head hurts so bad and it seems as if everything around you is so bright, urging you to close your eyes. You don't realize it, but death awaits on the other side of that deep void of acceptance, threatening to drag you into its depths.

"Hey-" You hear a fuzzy voice from above you, and register the feeling of warm fingers cupping your cheek, tapping you lightly in alarm, "c'mon," He whispers, "stay with me here."

If you were in the right consciousness you'd be appalled at the conflict you feel and the resignation you prepare to place forward. Staying in the real world… it feels painful, but there is another place, behind closed eyelids that beckons to you, offering comfort.

You can no longer resist the growing tiredness you feel, letting your consciousness slip away, but before you lose your senses you can hear the cracked, emotional voice of Carwood, "Don't die, please, I need you."

And everything goes black. You slip into a blissful, painless void of unconsciousness.

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This morning, feels different. Your wound feels significantly better. Of course, there is still the sickly stench that wafts through the room, invading your nostrils when you wake every morning.

It reeks of death, and there is a biting chill to the morning air that makes your nose burn as your senses roar alive.

It's almost quiet when you stir, the only sound being the pained groans emitted by the many wounded soldiers forced to lie in the church basement. Something you've grown accustomed to over the 11 days you've been here.

With shaky hands, wobbly legs and an immense effort, you push yourself on your two feet. 

You can feel your wound stretch when you take a tentative step forwards. It certainly is not perfect, but you can feel the difference over the 11 days. It no longer shoots a pain so strong it forces you back down. That's certainly a relief. 

By now you are itching to get back to the frontline. Partially because, in the back of your mind, Carwoods earlier words echo. 'I need you.' 

What did he mean by that? 

The thought of asking him. Knowing what he meant, has made you impatient.

Taking a deep breath you make your way to the stairs, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, giving an unfamiliar nurse a tight-lipped smile as you passed, praying she wouldn’t catch you on your grand escape and send you back.

A sigh of relief passed through your nose as you reached the stairs.

I’m not free yet.

You winced as you took the first few steps up the stairs, but were quick to stifle the small shutter of pain that reverberated through you as much as you could.

You were nearly there. By now you could see the door, your way out and back to the frontline.

Your steps quickened, eager to escape, to leave. Excited at the prospect of getting back to your found family and the man you loved.

Yet you found yourself pausing at the door, hand hovering just above the door handle. He’d want you to stay and get better.

But your family. They were at risk of being killed every waking hour of the day. Everyone you’d seen get injured managed to find a way back.

Shoving your internal conflict down for good, you twisted the knob and finally, you were on the home stretch.

Waving down a passing truck, you climbed in, instructing him to bring you to the front lines, to which he thankfully obliged.

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The truck came to a rumbling halt, and you clambered out, thanking the driver while you walked to the makeshift Battalion HQ they’d sent up - located a little farther away than the foxholes and front line, to avoid the artillery from striking. - 

Feet crunching beneath the snow, the air quiet, with no signs of life except the few tents set up ahead, it was a breath of fresh air from the hospital you’d been locked in for the past week and a half.

“Sir?” You asked, waiting for a moment before the raspy reply of, ‘Enter’ was exchanged.

Pushing the flap aside, you entered. “Good to have you back, doc.” Richard Winters, your former captain smiled at you.

“Good to be back,” you smiled back. For truly, you were happy to be home. Although, you had a certain someone you wanted to see, “Do you know where I’d find Carwood?” A light blush tints your face, but you hope Dick takes it as the cold.

He smiles knowingly at you, “Yeah, he’s at the frontline. Sorry I don’t know exactly where.”

Nodding, you turn and exit the tent, speed walking to the forest you know Easy is holed in.

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Carwood nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears your very familiar voice, and his head whips to the side in alarm, “What are you doing back?” he asks in bewilderment, his eyes round as saucers, “You are supposed to be on bedrest, Y/n. You nearly died.”

You feel a little bit of shame as he frowns pointedly at you, his eyes hardened with disappointment. It makes you feel like a child, caught in the scolding gaze of their mother after being caught red handed. “I know,” you whisper. The thought never did leave you. Of course you knew you almost died.

Carwood sighs, and an awkward silence settles between you two when you slide into the foxhole beside him.

You try to look anywhere but him. The trees, the snow, a crater a few feet away in the trees, and lastly back to your feet, that seem extremely interesting to your ashamed gaze in the tension.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he breaks the silence. You turn your head towards him, acknowledging him and meeting his dark eyes.

For moments, you stare into his eyes, a thought forming on your mind that his eyes look like warm honey. Eyes that hold the warmth of an everlasting hearth.

Staring at him, you can feel the words forming on your tongue, the question you’ve been longing to ask, “What did you mean when you said I need you?”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares, and you can feel your nerves creeping up on you, “Please, Carwood, tell me it meant what I think it did.”

“I means that I can’t live without you.”

You feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest, and your breath hitches at his confession, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you swear you are going to faint as everything you’ve ever dreamed of since meeting Carwood unfolds before you. Like a fairytale.

You can only nod, words lost in your throat as your eyes flutter closed.

He kisses you passionately, lips moving delicately against your own. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, further deeping the flood gate of passion he unleashes. Years of pent up love and adoration, spilled in one kiss. A kiss so withdrawn and repressed in fear of one breaking that oh-so-cherished friendship they’d built over the years of war, something unbeknownst to the other, they’d been longing to share. Ever since they’d met, the two had been swooning over the other, both too lost and oblivious to the blatantly obvious affection they held for eachother. Blind-sided by love.

Pulling away for a reluctant breath of air, your eyes meet his, and he smiles lovingly.

“I love you.” You whisper, breathless.

“I love you too.” He returns.

For a moment you just take time to think how much you’ve longed to do this. To kiss him. Every look you shared. The many times you were close. And thinking back, honestly? You think you did it at the perfect timing.

#band of brothers #hbo war #x reader #bob #female reader #iceman-kazansky #angst with a happy ending #angst to fluff #carwood lipton x reader #Carwood Lipton x f!reader #easy company #band of brothers fanfic #bastogne #ww2 #Ardennes forest #Battle of the Buldge #Requested #♤ Requests

[sodacatz]

I'll be writing a few monkey man fics so leave some suggestions! My request are open.♡♡♡

Please read the blog rules ♡

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[rinlegacy]

Could you Mobile love story icons and headers from the 2D MV in project sekai?

📱 ‘Mobile Love Story’ icons + headers for anon 💖

★ icons are 800x800 and headers are ~3500x1280 - let me know if you want any changes done

★ free to use, reblogs appreciated <3

#♤ * mine #♤ * requested #vocaloid #vocaloid icons #icons #hatsune miku #hatsune miku icons #icons vocaloid #shinonome ena #shinonome ena icons #mizuki akiyama #mizuki akiyama icons #ena shinonome #ena shinonome icons #akiyama mizuki #akiyama mizuki icons #project sekai #project sekai icons #project sekai layouts #nightcord at 25:00

[star1117-archives]

smut + seonghwa + house of cards !!

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

➵ Pairing : Seonghwa X Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut + Angst

➵ W.C : 831

➵ Warnings : Toxic relationship, Mentions of arguments+fighting, Drunk sex, Seonghwa isn’t lucid, Marking, Overstimulation, Seonghwa doesn’t pull out, Aftercare, Crying, Mentions of the pill.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form

It was destined to fall apart.

You and Seonghwa were different, too different, to ever work. The fights, the arguments, the tears.. they were endless when you were together. It wasn’t as if he was a bad guy, but just the way you two were together.. it wasn’t right. Too much time together and you became completely different people, negative, rude, drained. He would bring you so high, to the clouds even, but inevitably you would always crash to the ground. You both weren’t toxic people, but the relationship? God, it was like the shit Joker fell in. It fucked with your mind, to the point you lose your true self.

So, despite all of this, why were you in his arms right now?

“Sh-…shit Y/N, you feel s’good-“

Seonghwa’s words broke off as he moaned, the sound deep and beautiful as he kissed the shell of your ear. His hips were relentless as he rocked into you, head resting in the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with quick kisses. You returned the favour vigorously, partly to stifle your whimpers as Seonghwa pulled you further down the bed by the hips. With this change of angle, he was hitting that certain spot with every thrust, abusing it as Seonghwa chased his own high. There was no rhythm to his movements, yet the sheer power behind them had you reeling. Fuck, he was definitely talented.

“H-Hwa please!- so cl-lose-!”

Seonghwa chuckled almost sadistically, muffling your squeals with his lips when he pressed a passionate kiss to them. You were squeezing him tight against you, almost buckling his arms as you clung to him in desperation. That’s what the two of you were; desperate, stupid fools. You both knew you weren’t good together, but Seonghwa couldn’t help but come knocking on your door when he’d drunk himself into a stupor once again. He can’t live with you, can’t live without you. So he goes halfway, playing with both your emotions and his just for a good fuck.

“Come on babe, come for me. Come all over my cock.”

It didn’t take too long for you to follow through with his words, clenching so tight on him that it felt as if you were trying to milk him of all of his cum. His head was fuzzy with the alcohol running through his system, and the closer to his high he got, the more blurry you seemed. So he closed his eyes. You on the other hand we’re writhing underneath Seonghwa with the painful pleasure of him overstimulating you, body soon becoming tense as you felt him throb inside you.

“Hwa! P-Pull out! Seonghwa! Don’t!-“

Your words were soon cut off however when you felt the familiar sensation of Seonghwa’s hot cum spilling into you, the male ears ringing as sweat poured from his forehead. He was hardly lucid anymore, body shaking as he slowly rode out his high. When he finally pulled out and opened his eyes, his heart plummeted to his stomach when he saw you sobbing underneath him. Everything slowly started to come back to him, and he quickly enveloped you in a hug, shushing you as he stroked the top of your head.

“Hey hey shh.. don’t cry.. I’m so fucking sorry Y/N.”

Despite how angry you were at him now, you only had the energy to curl into him, snivelling like a baby onto his chest as he rubbed your bare back. Guilt tore through his body, his jaw gritted as tears stung at his own eyes. Why didn’t he stop?

“Do you want me to.. go get the pill? There might be a pharmacy open now-“

You shook your head quickly, snaking your arms around his waist, still wanting to be as close to him as possible. You needed comfort right now, and sadly he was the only one who could give it to you.

“Tomorrow. I-… I need you to s-stay with me right now.”

Nodding solemnly, Seonghwa rested his head on yours, sighing when you nestled your head in his chest. What hurt him the most however, is that this wasn’t the last nail in the coffin. You’d separate for a while, one of you would come calling, and you’d end up here again, together yet still hurt beyond compare.

“Whatever you need baby, and I mean anything, I’ll give it to you. Let’s go get you cleaned up, hm?”

You nodded into his warm muscle, pulling away with red eyes. He helped you out of bed slowly, taking you to the bathroom and sitting you on his lap as he ran the bath. You rested against him, expressionless and skin crawling as you watched the bath fill with water. Both of you were sat quietly, the silence thick and heavy, suffocating almost. Yet another example of why you’re bad for each other, now added to the long list already formed.

You two were a house of cards, destined to fall apart.

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[chems-emojiz]

welcome to our emoji blog!!

requests are open!

emojis we will do:

stim emojis

system emojis

emotions!

word emojis

emojis we won't do:

hateful

syscourse

discourse

nsfw

anything on our dni!

DNI:

basic dni criteria, syscourse and discourse blogs, proshippers, nsfw blogs

You can join our server here ! !

#asks ☆ #finished request ♡ #pending request ◇ #request denied ♤ #chatting ♧ #our emojis ○

[shslspritemaker]

Welcome!! Intro post :D

hello I'm Mod Aliza but you can call me Ali

I take oc sprite requests :D

Request(0/5): OPEN

Allowed: oc's of (sorta) any age, fankids ocs(unless it's a ship i don't like then I'll decline it)

Not allowed: anything 18+please, fankids ships involved xanvid and Hajime x nagito

Other then that all the rules I'll add more if needed :>

#Mod Aliza #Request open ♤ #Important☆

[starry-sky-melody]

Draw akito as a sickly victorian child

I'm so sorry I gave up on the sickly Victorian child 😭😭😭 this is the best I could do tho (sorry my handwriting sucks ass)

#tsukasa tenma #project sekai #pjsk #proseka #Hoshiis art ❗ #akito shinonome #vbs akito #It was a quick lil doodle lol 💀 #♤~Art request~♤

[k1xn4a]

kiki/kia !!| she/they | 🇱🇦🇰🇭 | lesbian | f!/gn!reader writer

mobile app user | ‘you cryin?’ | traditional artist!

︵͜⏜͜︵ ⋆ ୨ n a v i g a t i o n ୧ ⋆︵͜⏜͜︵

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hsr (honkai star rail)

genshin impact

jjk (jujutsu kaisen)

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sally face

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voltron

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atsv (across the spider verse)

˚୨୧⋆｡ TBA

adwd (a date w/ death)

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#♤ kiana talks~ #♤ kiana draws~ #♤ kiana simps~ #♤ kiana reblogs~ #♤ kianas masterslist~ #♤ kianas fics~

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ r e c e n t ~ w o r k s

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#♤ kiana talks~ #♤ kiana draws~ #♤ kiana simps~ #♤ kiana reblogs~ #♤ kianas masterslist~ #♤ kiana’s ff requests~ #♤ kianas fics~

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Current Fandoms I write for:

Disney's Twisted Wonderland.

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Honkai Star Rail

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hiiiii god I hope I'm here in time but for your indulgence: Ran + "you exist behind my eyelids / now I don't wanna wake up" <3

NOW PRESENTING…

ran haitani x gn!reader

warnings: implied reader death

notes: no pronouns used for reader. a shoddy try at angst.

from the ASM: [he takes the note and furrows his brows, looking around at the different card tables until he sees the older of the two brothers downing a stiff drink at texas hold ‘em. “poor guy…”]

“come on,” you murmured against his ear, smiling softly up at ran as you leaned into his side. 

he felt mildly disoriented as he looked around and gathered his thoughts. he was… he was on a tractor. no, wait, he was on a hayride, sitting next to you on the hay bales that lined the outer edge of the cart. the wind hit his face a bit harshly; it was late autumn, the tail end of apple season. 

he remembered, then, how he had gotten here; you had begged and begged, your eyes glittering and your lips in a pout. he would’ve been the bad guy if he had said no to that face.

you looked almost ethereal next to him now, your fingers intertwined with his on your lap, chin on his shoulder. you looked like you were glowing, your skin practically reflecting the warm autumn sun back at him.

“come on what?” he mumbled right back at you, lifting his head slightly to press his lips to your forehead, earning him a soft laugh.

“wake up! you were dozing on me, ‘s not fair. we just got here!”

“sorry, baby. didn’t even realize.” he let go of your hand to wrap a long arm around your shoulders and pull you in closer to him to keep off the cold. “yer lucky you managed to get me out here. normally i’d say no, but you’re special.”

“i know,” you hummed softly as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “i’m special to you. it’s a shame.”

“what is?” he squeezed your arm where his hand rested, burying his nose in your hair to get a whiff of your shampoo and conditioner.

“oh, you know. don’t make me say it.” you sighed against him, and his brows furrowed.

“i don’t, darlin’. care to fill me in?”

you lifted your head, then, sitting up a little as the hayride bounced along the dirt trail to the apple fields. your hand moved to his cheek, cold from the weather.

“it’s a shame you’re still dreaming about me now that i’m gone.”

ran jolted in his bed, reaching around in the sheets to find nothing but fabric as flickers of your scent and your skin remained just under the surface. he peered around the dark hotel room he was in, eyeing the prescriptions on his nightstand and the photo frame that had been shattered before being put face down.just a dream, he recalled as he slumped back into his pillows, you weren’t coming back.

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[iceman-kazansky]

In Your Arms, I Sleep Without a Doubt

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Requested by: @jill-smith-123

Request: So for the one shot it can filled with A LOT of angst yn could be captain Miller's daughter and maybe she's worried she'll loose Ryan again because of the war and stuff But maybe he gives her kisses and tells her it'll be okay hehe

Pairings: Private James Ryan x f! Miller! Wife!reader

Warnings: Movie-typical violence mentioned (Guns, Explosions, Bombs, etc), blood, loss of a parent, Reader and James are Married, hurt/comfort

A/n: I hope you like this, it was fun to work on and honestly, one of my favorite fics :D

(Not to mention, you were also INCREDIBLY nice to deal with and were very kind, even with me accidentally blocking you after mistaking you for a blank blog ((sorry again btw)) )

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Bullets. Everywhere. They leave puffs of dirt when they smack into the brick walled buildings.

Explosions. Much too loud for your ears. Each deafening 'Boom!' leaves behind a fiery ball of destruction in the form of a bowl-shaped crater.

Their eyes. The desperate, fleeting looks of agony. Of pain. Their fearful gazes as death waits for them to finish their last breath patiently. Holding his deadly sword of death above their head like a mistletoe.

Blood. Your comrades. The enemies. Your fathers. Crimson residue of death splattering on your face when they are gunned down. It reeks. The stench invades your nostrils, choking you out of your horrific and intricate labyrinth of nightmares.

You awoke with a jolt, cold sweat dotting your forehead. Your breathing is erratic. An irregular pattern as you recall the nightmare you were just shaken from.

When you look up towards the window you see the moon, shining high up in the sky, it's pale face staring you down, you feel the need for a breath of cold, fresh night air.

Rising from where you sit upright on the bed, you silently make your way out of your shared bedroom and out the front door - to the porch -

You stand, leaned against the railing of the house you share with your husband – James – who is currently peacefully asleep, staring at the night above. The stars twinkle beautifully, like mini diamonds of infinite light, blinking down upon your delicate form.

For minutes, you stay like that, watching the stars, listening to the blissful song sung by the creatures of the night. It's peaceful.

The door creaks open behind you, but you don't bother to look over your shoulder. You already know who it is.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he leans on the porch railing beside you, his stunning green gaze trailing your face.

With a quivering lip you look over to him, and his eyes go impossibly soft, "Oh, Honey."

He wraps you in his large arms, hugging you close to his chest in an effort to comfort you. He provides a place of warmth and security while the pent up fear and grief releases itself out in the form of hot tears.

For some silent moments, you just rock in the comfort of his arms, small and quiet sobs rack your body and hot tears drip off your chin and into his shirt.

"Why are you crying, darling?' He asks, his voice soft and a comforting warmth.

"I-" hiccuping, you pause for a moment, "I'm afraid, James."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at you, waiting for you to continue, "afraid of losing you. Losing you just like how I lost him."

He sighs, and hugs you again, kissing your forehead, "Oh, baby," He whispers, peppering your face with kisses, "You won't lose me."

"But what if you get drafted?"

"I won't." He says, as if that would be ensured, when deep down, you know the army might pull him back any day, tell him 'you need to come fight again,' and put him back into danger.

And with the war brewing in Korea, your fear did nothing but deepen, worries eating away at you as the war raged on. "You don't know that." You whisper.

Your husband presses a few kisses to your face, one to the tip of your nose, one to your cheek, below your eyes, another to your forehead, and finally a firm one to your lips, "I promise my love, I'm not going to war."

He grabs your hand delicately, his large palms enclosing your own, warm fingers pressed lightly against your own, "C'mon love, let's go back to bed."

Sniffling, you follow him back inside and back to your bedroom, where you both lay side by side.

He leans over and closes you in his arms, spooning you, whispering, "I love you" in your ear.

"I love you too."

Locked safely in his arms, back pressed into his chest while you cuddle, you fall asleep in peace. Surely, the thought of the impending war wouldn't leave you, the fear of losing your husband to war once more, so recently after your father's tragic passing, and nearly your whole squad's brutal death, where you'd first met James.

But here, lying in his perfect arms, on this perfect night, the thoughts of war and nightmares would keep at bay for a while. Allowing you to sleep peacefully in your husband's protection.

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hallo, I feel like you dont have many uploads and I was wondering if you could do a ben drowned x reader in the kitchen and being all lovey dovey that can turn into something hotter but not too NSFW

Also can I be ♤♡◇♧ anon

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this ended up being longer than expected

Cake

Ben pulls his attention away from the TV, that currently has The Amazing World of Gumball playing, to look at you.

"Hey y/nnnnnnn" he says in a singsong voice.

You look over at him before simply responding with a "what do you want".

He taps the tips of both his pointer fingers together. "Can you make cupcakes or a cake or something pleaseeee".

The blank stare that sat on your face made him chirp out, "I can sit in the kitchen with you and help you if you need itttttt....."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and laugh a little bit. "It is literally almost four in the morning my love".

He gives you those stupid puppy dog eyes you can't say no to, so you just sigh and smile at him. "Alright, alright, I'm going. WE'RE going."

He fist pumps the air and tumbles out of bed, trailing right behind you the entire way to the kitchen. A cabinet is opened looking for a spare box of cake mix that you know for certain Slender has sitting somewhere. Ben, being the helpful (goofy) person he is, climbs onto the countertop and checks the really high shelves. He grins as he pulls out a box of Funfetti cake mix. "I found it! See y/n I am SO helping".

You roll your eyes and laugh, "Yes I see that, thank you very much bb".

The eggs, water, and oil are all being mixed in when Ben reaches in between your arms and wraps his around you. Kisses are peppered on your jaw and he whispers a thank you in your ear, which sends goosebumps down your spine. You turn your head so you can give him a quick kiss before asking for the pan for the cake.

The oven lets out a series of three beeps to signal that it had pre-heated, and you were just scraping the last bit of the mix into the pan. You hand the pan to him to put in the oven and go set the used dishes in the sink. As soon as you go to move from the sink he is right behind you.

"Well. Hello there cutie", you playfully flirt at him. Ben's face somehow still manages to blush despite the amount of time you've been dating. He winks in the same playful tone and grabs you by the waist, "Come here often sexy?"

You throw your head back in laughter and eventually lean in to give him another kiss. One of his hands slips it's way under your shirt and grazes across your chest. 'Well two can play that game', you thought. Your own hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his head and pull a little, not enough to not be played off as an accident. He immediately pulls back from the kiss, his eyes starting to get that dark look in them.

"I assure you, my love, that's not a game you want to play right now". He has a stupid mischievous smirk plastered to his face that makes you want to do it again JUST to see what happens. And that is exactly what you do. Another gentle tug on the back of his head.

"WOAH-"

Ben has managed to hoist you up onto the counter and is now sucking marks into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth the minute you feel sharp teeth pressed against the soft skin. Almost instinctively your legs come to wrap themselves around him. The both of you are way too invested in each other to notice Slender in the frame of the kitchen door.

"I understand, hormones and what not, but you HAVE a ROOM", he sighs, exasperated.

You jump first at Slender's voice and quickly slide off the counter. Ben glances over at him, looking more annoyed than anything, "We're baking a cake too".

Slender appears agitated despite having no facial features to show that. "You're WHAT?"

"Making a cake."

"With what cake mix?"

Ben shuffles a little bit. "The Funfetti stuff? It was in the top most cabinet."

"You mean the cake mix I deliberately put there for myself?"

Ben shuffles even more. Your palms start sweating. "You can have some of the cake if you want?", he sheepishly says with a small side smile.

"Get out."

"Done and done!" Ben chirps, dragging you behind him out of the kitchen. Once you two are a safe distance from the kitchen, you both are in hysterics.

Ben pulls you into his room, still laughing. You settle into the bed again, and suddenly the lights are off and he's on top of you, hovering an inch away from your face.

"You shouldn't have done that, my love."

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Yunho + if love wasn't the poison I asked for + angst .. for your fake title game! Have a great day ~

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➵ Pairing : Yunho X Gn!Reader

➵ Genre : Angst

➵ W.C : 1210

➵ Warnings : Hanahaki disease, Mentions of blood, Pining, Insinuated death.

➵Network : @cacaokpop-fics

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His chest hurt.

Yunho clutched at it as he left his dorms, sharp pains stabbing at his lungs, his breathing now laboured. He could hardly exhale as he gripped the metal bannister, hand on his heart as he coughed harshly. It felt like a large lump was stuck in his throat, restricting his airwaves while scratching painfully at them at the same time. When it almost felt like his throat would split in half, he finally coughed up a rose, it’s thorned stem covered in blood. Droplets of crimson also fell from his mouth onto the pavement below him, only few in number yet extremely worrying.

This was the first time he’d coughed up a full rose.

It had all started a few months ago, surprisingly on a beautiful, sunny day. You’d come over to visit him and the rest of the guys, back from exploring the world for a year. He was the first to run over and drag you into a hug, only at that moment realising just how much he’d missed you.

Yunho kept by your side the entire day, enthralled by you as you avidly recounted everything you had experienced while away. He didn’t let you go until he felt a tingling in his throat, a few hours into your stories. Excusing himself, he went to the toilet and grabbed a tissue, coughing into it. When he pulled away however, he was shocked to see a singular petal cushioned on the soft paper. Fuck, he knew exactly what this was.

“Hanahaki di- but I’m not in lo-..”

It didn’t take long for him to connect the dots however, the realisation nothing but disheartening.

“Y/N doesn’t love me back.”

He didn’t bother to tell you about the situation, instead preferring to stick around despite the inevitable end it would cause. After little contemplation, he’d decided that a painful death was better than a life without the ability to love. His deteriorating health was a well-kept secret, even Mingi was in the dark. It hurt him to pretend and lie to his friends, but he preferred that over you ever blaming yourself for this. It was him that had caused it, him and his stupid heart, so it would only be him who had to bear the consequences. He refused to let you accept an inch of guilt.

Luckily, there was no scheduled comeback or major promotions looming, so his training wasn’t as demanding as it usually would be. Despite this, even the reduced training was too much for him, eventually leading to him asking to practice alone, playing it off as a lack in confidence. Although unable to see the disease destroying him from the inside out, you and the others had seen how Yunho’s mental health had significantly worsened, the boy spending as much time alone in his room as physically possible. Yet, when it came to nighttime, he decided to sleep on the sofa instead of sharing his room. It was definitely worrying, to say the least.

So when Yunho’s birthday drew closer, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to bring a smile to Yunho’s glum expression. You planned it perfectly, decorating the living room in his favourite colours, scattering balloons everywhere, inviting anyone and everyone who cared about him. The boys commented on your caring nature and you just smiled shyly, hoping Yunho would like the party. You even ordered a cake with his face on it, candles adorning the top. It was a picture-perfect scene, yet as soon as Yunho entered the dorm and saw all you’d prepared, he ran out once again.

You watched in shock, frozen still for a second before excusing yourself and running after him. This was how you caught him bent over the metal railings of the complex’s stairs, practically heaving his guts out. A flurry of petals fell from his mouth as he weakly leaned against the bannister, swaying as he fought to stand up. His eyes were unfocused as he wiped blood from his mouth, scoffing lightly when he saw just how much there was.

“S-shit.. I’m fucked.”

Eyes watering, you wrapped your arms around the male without a word, startling him until he turned around and saw your face. A wave of fear washed over him as he tried to compose himself and wipe away some of the blood from his lips.

“It’s-… It’s not what it looks like, Y/N..”

You sighed and held him tighter, face pressed into his back as you spoke.

“Are you.. like this because.. of me?”

Yunho turned in your grasp, holding you close as you pressed your face into his chest. He stifled a cough as he carded a hand through your hair, shushing you quietly as he fought to speak. His chest hurt.

“You’re not to blame at all, Y/N. This is all my fau-“

You pushed away from him in anger, wiping your eyes as you screamed at Yunho.

“Yunho, do you love me?! Yes or no?! I- I need to know!”

Yunho looked at his feet, not responding as you sniffed loudly. You soon closed the distance between the two of you once again, grabbing him by the shirt.

“I love you.”

“That’s not how it works, Y/N.”

You shook him, tears flowing heavily as you ignored his words. A single tear ran down Yunho’s cheek.

“Jung Yunho, I am utterly, irrevocably in love with you. I love you to the moon and back. I love you 3000. I love you and I need you, so you can’t leave me!”

Shushing you, Yunho just shook his head and pulled you once again into his chest, resting his head on yours as you clinged to him, hands balling up his shirt. You were both now sobbing in each other’s grip, holding each other as if you’d die if you’d let go.

“You c-can’t leave me! I forb-bid it! I n-need you Yuyu, I fucking n-need you!”

You scrambled for his face in a frenzy, cupping his cheeks as you pressed a kiss to his lips, salt invading the embrace. Yunho pushed you away and brushed a hair out of your eyes, keeping you from kissing him again when you attempted to lean in.

“I’ll kiss you a-as many times I n-need to, I need you to know I l-love you! I love you, Yunho!”

Yunho stifled another cough, his chest heaving violently as he struggled to cough without his mouth open. His grip on you was becoming looser. He tried to pull away from you, but you defiantly held onto him. He struggled to speak, his eyes barely focused as you became increasingly blurry.

“You need to l-let go, Y/N. I’ve gotta… g-go.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the way his entire being shook as he did such a small action. He was beginning to lose to the disease.

“N-No! Yunho, stay, please! You n-need to cut the cake a-and open the gifts and-“

Wiping a tear from your cheek, Yunho removed your hands from him, holding onto the bannister for dear life. His body was anything but steady.

“Y/N, I know you love me, but you’ve gotta let go. The way you love me.. isn’t enough.”

His chest hurt.

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