#and i think the hardest thing in the world would be trying to explain to her why we stopped talking | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lanadelnegan · 17 days

Text

Ghost - Part 3

Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader

Part 2 here // Part 4 here

Warnings: 18+, negan masturbating, negan being all sweet and protective

A/n: I thought this would be the last part, but it was so long I had to break it up. Part 4 will be posted soon!

Negan’s POV:

I waited all night for her but she never came. Hopping back on my bike, I drove back to the sanctuary the next morning. I spent the next few days drinking in my room and missing her. Trying to give her space was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Two of my wives came to check on me, and I rudely dismissed them. And told them to kick rocks, for good. I wouldn’t even be able to get my dick up with anyone else but her. This girl has me wrapped around her goddamn finger and I don’t even know her name.

I sat on the couch, closed my eyes and imagined her face. Our night together. How I fucked her through her little shorts. I imagined her lips between mine and the little sounds she made as she scratched my back. Fuck.

I rubbed myself through my pants, imagining myself between her legs before I got impatient and pulled my cock out. I spit in my hand and began stroking it, focusing extra on the tip. My head pressed against the couch and I groaned, jerking my dick faster. Fuck, fuck fuuuuck.

"Boss, we've got a problem." Fucking Simon.

Tucking myself back in my pants, I walked over and flung the door open, clearly annoyed with an extreme case of blue balls. We walked towards the back exit quickly while Simon filled me in on the situation.

“Rick and the rest of them are outside." Simon explained. "He said he only wants you.”

“Of course he does.” I chuckled before walking out onto the balcony. “Well, what a nice surprise. This better be good Rick. I was right in the middle of something.”

Her silky black hair caught my attention almost instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She stood beside Rick and my heart sank for two reasons. I couldn't let her get hurt in the middle of all this. And what the hell was she doing? She couldn't seriously want this.

I leaned next to Simon's ear and whispered. “Make sure everyone knows that one is off limits." I nodded towards my girl. "If anyone harms a hair on her pretty head, it'll be the last thing they ever do."

Your POV, earlier that day:

“We go in quick, and we don’t leave until Negan is dead. Understood?” Rick’s voice sounded far away and I realized my mind had been wandering the entire time, not able to concentrate.. Or accept Rick’s plan for Alexandria to go after the Saviors. I couldn't lose someone I...

Care about… again.

“Y/n?” Rick asked, tilting his head at me.

“Yes, understood.”

The ride over took ages it seemed like. My head rested against the window of the truck while I watched the sun slowly start to disappear. I should be thrilled. This is what I’ve wanted for so long - to get revenge.

So why did I want to save him?

“I dunno if I can do this.” Daryl’s focus remained on the road as I spoke. “I know you don’t understand it, but there’s good in him. I’ve seen it.”

Daryl scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“I just don’t wanna see anyone else die, Daryl.” I wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Some people deserve it.”

“And we don’t? Think about all the ones we’ve killed.”

“Not the same.” Daryl mumbled.

“But it is. That’s the world we live in now. We do what we have to to survive. We’re all… psycho murderers, really.”

“Listen to yourself. What do you think Glenn would think about you defending the man who killed him?”

I sat quietly for a few moments, focusing my attention back on the clouds. “I think he’d be proud of me.” The gravel suddenly rumbling beneath the truck let us know we were getting close to the sanctuary and Daryl pulled over, parking near the others.

“You’re either with us, or ya aint. But you need to hurry and decide.” Daryl warned before he quietly exited the truck and met up with the others ahead.

I owe them for everything they’ve done for me. Everything they did for Glenn. I closed my eyes before hopping out of the car and quickly caught up with the rest of the group. Daryl gave me a nod and the rest of the tread was quiet. I tried focusing my mind on anything but Negan, disassociating to the best of my ability - a skill I’ve perfected over the past few months.

“Negan needs to surrender. This has to happen now. This is the only way.” Rick’s voice rang through my ears as I stood near him, shielding myself with the metal that stood between us and the Saviors. Peeking out, I watched Negan appear behind the railing, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips.

“You’re gonna make me count?!" Rick shouted. "Okay, okay. I’m counting. 10….”

Negan eyes traveled to mine and his gaze softened. I stared at him, silently begging him to surrender while Rick counted. He studied me as if he wondered if I wanted this.

Of course not. Surrender, goddammit.

I watched him lean over and whisper something to Simon while his eyes were still on me. Simon nodded and took out his radio, signaling something to the others that I couldn't hear.

The sound of Rick's gun cocking distracted me, and without thinking, I jumped in front of him, pulling the gun with with me. A bullet went straight through my foot, but I barely felt it.

I heard Negan cursing in the background amongst all the other chaos transpiring. Walkers were filing in now and everyone eventually scattered. I limped as quickly as I could, trying to escape before my feet lifted off the ground. I quickly realized it was Negan and he rushed us to an empty trailer nearby, shutting the door behind him when we made it inside.

“Oww.” I groaned, limping over to the wall and sliding down it. I pulled off my bloody sock and shoe and cringed at the bullet hole in my foot. The pain was starting to set in now.

“Shit.” Negan grabbed a first aid kit from a cabinet above and kneeled down, wrapping my foot. “The hell were you thinkin' darlin'?.”

He looked up at me, slightly grinning and I rolled my eyes. He finished wrapping it up, kissed my forehead, and sat next to me on the floor, leaning his back against the wall. His hand rested on my thigh protectively and I wanted to reach for it and hold his hand but I couldn’t. We both sat in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke.

“You never came. I waited on you all night.”

My heart ached at the thought of him there alone. “I told you, Negan. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Yet.. you just took a bullet for me.” I could hear the cocky smile through his voice.

“Why did you want to meet?” I asked.

“I guess I thought maybe if we went back to our place, you’d see me differently. The way you did that night, and I’d actually have a chance to win you over.”

When I looked over at him, I saw the man he was that night. Before I knew his name and all the horrible things he had done. I replayed everything in my head - the steam from his shower, our deep talks about our old high school days, his wife Lucille and how her death broke his heart, and how he read to me. And then I remembered him in between my legs, but stopping before it got too far because we were both tipsy.

How could the same man who bashed someone's skull in be the same one the had enough decency not to take advantage of a woman? I wanted so desperately to believe in the man he was that night - for that to be the only version of him.

“Listen baby, I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have." His voice was lower than usual when he spoke. "I get that you don’t wanna see me anymore and I’ve gotta learn to be okay with that. I don’t want to be a constant reminder of your brother’s death.” He leaned his head against the wall. “Fuckin' stupid of me to think this could ever work, huh?”

With every word he spoke, my heart broke into smaller pieces. If Negan would have died today, I’d hate myself for the rest of my life for not going back to the cabin and meeting him that night. As difficult as our life would be together - for so many reasons, I can’t live without him.

“Negan..”

“Yeah?” His hazel eyes met mine and he looked like a sad puppy that I desperately wanted to comfort.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

He nodded, clearly hurt and I watched his eyes fill with tears before he looked down.

I sighed, hoping I wouldn’t regret what I was about to say. “But I love you. And I want to find a way to make this work.”

His eyes darted back and forth between mine before his hand cupped my face and he kissed me all in one motion. I've missed his lips so much. His mouth was gentle, like he was scared to break me, but I wanted him to, so I pulled him closer and opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped in and collided with mine, making me see stars. After a few moments, he pulled away, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart. I’ll never disappoint you again.”

“I know.” And I did. I believed him. Gunfire in the distance quickly snapped us back to reality but we held each other, neither of us willing to let go first.

"Negan, I've gotta go back with them."

"No. Stay with me at the sanctuary until we figure out a plan? I'll take care of you and-"

"We can't. You can't stay here, Negan. It's not safe, they'll come back for you. Rick won't stop until you're dead."

"Then I'll kill him first, doll. Simple."

"No. You're not killing anyone else - none of my people. I can't lose anyone else. The only way everyone survives this is if you surrender."

Negan scoffed. "And then what? Be a goddamn prisoner and Rick's little bitch for the rest of my life? Not gonna happen, darlin'."

I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

"Hey, you're not giving up on me already are you?" Negan's hand rested again my cheek as he urged me to look at him.

"No.. no, I just, I dunno what to do."

"We've got all night to figure it out, doll. We don't have many options. There's no way you're going back to Alexandria on that foot. Come on." Negan stood, holding his hand out to me and I took it. "Stay close behind me, baby."

I nodded, gripping the back of Negan's shirt as he kicked the door open, flinging a few walkers in the process. I helped as much as I could, stabbing a few with my knife as Negan worked our way through the crowd.

Luckily the sanctuary itself seemed untouched. The walkers were only outside in the yard while a couple of guards secured the entry to the sanctuary doors. They opened them quickly as Negan and I tumbled in. His hand wrapped around my waist, helping me walk with my hurt foot.

We could hear Simon and the others around the corner. Turning the corner, Negan whistled his favorite tune and I watched in awe as the rest of the saviors bowed before us.

"I bet you all thought I was dead, huh?" Negan chuckled. "Here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have -“ He paused, leaning into you. "Hell’s your name darlin’? You never told me.” You whispered your name in his ear and giggled. He turned back to the saviors, finishing his speech. "I have y/n, and my nut sack? Is made of steel. I am not dyin' until I am damn good and ready."

What a dork. My dork. I thought, looking up at him as he spoke.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a honeymoon to get to. No one knocks on my door. Simon, you're in charge. Don't make me regret it."

Simon nodded and Negan lead us down the hall to a large door at the end. He held the door open for me as I walked through. A bachelor pad of the apocalypse. Exactly what I imagined. I smiled at him and he returned the gesture, flashing his white smile before he walked towards me and immediately wrapped me in his arms. My head rested against his chest and I felt his heart beat. For once, I felt safe.

Part 4 here. If you’ve read this far, thank you. 🥹💗

tag list: @loganlostitall @chaospossum @negansbabydoll66 @redqueenphoenix @n3g5nx @crustyweirdo @youngpersonaathletebear @sadgirlzluvdilfs @ilovebill-and-gustav @neganscumbucket @manipulatorpoem @im-a-goddamn-cat @raininhell @mahogany-cherry-wine @daryldixmedown @munsonslovergirl @sanctuaryforthelost @thelauraborealis @carlgrimesbbg @c3linesworld @blueheisenbergtragedy @startwinklekitty @darlingmadelinee @oceandeepthirst @jschlattsqtip @lavenderchai @sweetbutpsychobutsweet @neganswoman @n7crophiliac @cats-writing @alldevilsarehere90 @natykacenka @queermilfs @stasiaangelsinner @lupa-03 @sadgirlzluvdilfs @pamago-bb @javier-penas-wifexx420 @motelprincess444 @thatonefroggirl @myhappyplaceofstuff @darlingmadelinee @used2beee @easystreet07 @princess-23-xoxo @twdxtrevor @dilfsandmartinis @sarahhxx03 @minaxcarter @kukka-roo @rinsdesires @6kaja9 @sasiiik9174

188 notes · View notes

ghouljams · 9 months

Note

I’m in a mood for cowboy! Ghost. How would Goose react if Ghost is super sick but is trying to still do his work? Would she go Mama Bear on him and force him to stay in bed while she took care of him? How would he react to someone being this attentive and caring to him while he is sick?

The problem is that Ghost is so used to toughing it out or taking care of himself that he will not tell Goose if he's sick. I think she'd know pretty quick though when he won't touch her because he doesn't wanna get her sick. No doctor Goose necessary, Momma Duck is one with the medical degree.

Simon is in the barn when you finally find him, he's been avoiding you since he left the house this morning and you're not really sure why. He's leaned against the wall, head tipped back and eyes closed, you can see the movement of his chest with each breath he takes. That's probably not good. You run through your options and settle on not being mad until he explains what's wrong. You grab his dog tags, because you know he won't risk breaking them. He sighs hard.

"Not in the mood sweetheart," He tells you, his voice is thicker than usual, too rough and deep for this late in the day.

"What's wrong with you?" You cut straight to the point. Simon doesn't even flinch, just pushes off the wall to stare you down.

"Nothing is wrong with me," It's too defensive, you narrow your eyes at him. He's not wearing his mask, it must've been real fucking uncomfortable for him to take it off. His cheeks are flushed, but not in a sunburn kind of way. You tug his tags and he resists your pull. Doesn't matter you can reach from here.

You raise a hand and press it against his forehead. Simon flinches away. Stupid bastard.

"Does daddy know you're sick?" You ask, not feeling particularly kind for asking in the first place. He should've told you.

"Doesn't need to, it won't affect my work."

"Bullshit it's not," You don't bother letting go of his chain, leading Simon out of the barn and back across the grass to his little house, "It's 100 degrees out and you're runnin' a fever, you plannin' on faintin'? You get any redder and I'll enter you in a tomato contest, swear to God I'm gonna kill ya' for this."

"You get more Texan when you're mad," Simon helpfully supplies. You don't bother turning to glare at him, you think he can feel it. He holds the screen door for you while you angrily push the house door open, more cooperative than you thought he'd be. Probably fixing to run back to work as soon as you leave. As if you would.

You don't let go of Simon until you see him sit on the bed. Even then you stand and tap your foot until he sighs and lays down like it's the hardest thing in the world. You give him a short nod and go to the bathroom for a thermometer and some cold meds. He's sat up and yanking his boots off when you come back. At least that's something. You hold out the thermometer and he takes it, but doesn't move past that.

"Under your tongue genius," You tell him already tipping purple nyquil into the little plastic cap. He eyes the cold medicine suspiciously. You set the full cap and the open bottle on the bedside table, and pull your phone out. "Either I take your temperature or Momma does, and you don't want me callin' the doctor out here."

Simon sticks the thermometer under his tongue. You don't know what it is with military men being so scared of the doctor, but it's damn useful for getting your way. You both wait for the thing to beep, you're quick to snatch it before Simon can. You're pretty sure he'll lie to you about his fever. You suck in a breath staring at the temperature on the little screen. 101, not good, and probably not helped by the heat or working all day.

"Wasn't that bad this morning," Simon grumbles. You don't spare him your glare this time.

"You-" You actually don't have an end to that sentence that doesn't make it sound like you want to strangle him. You point at the nyquil cap instead. He takes it dutifully and downs it like a shot. "I'm callin' the doctor." You tell him, because you can't really punish him for being sick, but you don't have to reward him either.

"Do not call the doctor," He warns you.

"Fine," You relent, Simon relaxes a little, "I'll call daddy." The tension is immediately back.

"Goose," Oh he's serious calling you that, too bad you're serious too, already dialing up your dad, "I'm warning you, do not." You hold the phone to your ear with a hand on your hip and wait for your father to pick up.

You don't even wait for him to ask you why you're calling you start right into it. "Simon's sick and you've been workin' him all-" Simon makes a grab for your phone while you're talking, you give a quick shout and try to hold it out of his way. He may be bigger than you but that doesn't mean he's going to stop you. Simon grabs your arm and pulls it down, you have to put real strength into keeping your phone held aloft.

"I'm fine, you don't need to call," Simon grits out, going for the more effective tactic of simply grabbing you around the waist and bodily hauling you onto the bed.

"How are you still this strong when you've got a fucking fever," You yell, trying to claw away from him. Simon just drags you back and snatches your phone.

"All fine here, sir," He tells Price quickly, keeping you pinned down with a firm hand on your back and your legs between his. He hangs up before Price can say anything and tosses your phone onto the nightstand. "Can you be less of a bloody wife for ten fucking minutes," He growls at you.

"Can you be less of a fucking soldier?" You hook your legs behind his and push up to reverse your positions. You settle angrily on his lap, and flop back on top of him.

"Forgot you could do that," Is the only response you get, half mumbled as Simon drags a hand down his face.

"Could've had a lovely day of me playing housewife, but no, it's always gotta be the hard way with you," You grumble, you hope the nyquil knocks him out before you do. You feel yourself raise with Simon's intake of breath, and lower quickly as he sighs. His hands grab you and flip you onto your stomach, you make yourself comfortable on him. He feels warm even though his clothes, you frown and press your ear to his chest to listen to his heart beat.

"You like the hard way." You can feel the rumble of his voice against your cheek.

"Not for this," you mumble, "you should've told me you weren't feeling good."

"I know," Simon sighs again.

"You'd wanna know if I was sick," Simon hums in response, you think the cold meds might be kicking in. You reach up to pat his face, "Stay awake I'm not done nagging."

"The fuck did you drug me for then?" He settles a hand on your head, the other rubbing your back with slower and slower motions. You suppose that's fair. "I'll tell ya' next time, alright? Lemme sleep."

"Fine," You relent, even though you don't fully believe him. You sort of wish Simon was a big baby about being sick, but you're also sort of glad he isn't. You wait for him to fall asleep before you get up to see if there's any soup in his little kitchenette. You expect he'll be out for a few hours, which is plenty of time for you to worry over him. Plenty of time for you to call your dad and tell him Simon's taking a sick day tomorrow, and plenty of time for you to sit on the bed next to Simon and brush his hair out of his face. He's such a soldier sometimes.

As if you wouldn't want to take care of him in sickness and in health.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x oc #simon riley x oc #oc: goose #cowboy!ghost #being sick means being vulnerable and being vulnerable is very hard #even if you're literally marrying this person #Get it together Ghost you're being stupid #Price is so mad at Ghost for working with a fever #He didn't need you out in the heat Ghost he's got Gaz #and Gaz is more than capable of cattle wrangling

495 notes · View notes

luvsugu · 9 months

Text

see you later

(ch78/s2e5)suguru x reader, angst (nah i fucking hate myself for this), so much hurt and absolutely no comfort

suguru asks you, with the soft voice that he’s always had, one that is gentle, warm and loving, “do you think i’m a terrible person?”

he knows he is—at least, he himself believes that he is—but he doesn’t blame himself, not when he just wants to live in a world where he and others just like him don’t have to continue to suffer. isn’t it fair to want to truly live? not to be stuck in a world where the lines between justice and immorality are so blurred people no longer know which is which? a world where maybe, just maybe, he could catch a glimpse of truly being able to be happy from the bottom of his heart?

maybe you don’t understand. he doesn’t expect you to. he’s grown up, not needing everyone to understand him or even be there for him. times have just simply changed and if you tell him he’s stupid, he’s horrible, he doesn’t deserve to say goodbye to you, then so be it.

but, even still, his shoulders relax when you sniffle and shake your head.

“i don’t,” you whisper to him, voice so constrained as you try your hardest not to let it crack or let a sob escape past your lips. you’re scared that once it happens, your last conversation with suguru would just be you sobbing, wishing you got to say everything on your chest. it still seems likely, though, since you can’t even face him or find a way to put things together so that he’d maybe understand why you don’t and won’t ever hate him.

the way suguru let’s out a breathy “really?” is almost comical. he lets out a small chuckle, one that would make anyone wince as it sounded so painful; but suguru’s never been great at trying to make heavy topics into something lighter even when you are. he’s always taken things as they are, seen situations for what they are, and maybe that’s why he’s where he is now.

it’s ironic how this same attitude, simply accepting and seeing the truth and value of the strong having to protect the weak, that because he was gifted with an ability he’s to save those who aren’t, is now applied to needing to build a world where the weak he used to protect no longer exists. how can you blame him when it’s those same people needing to be protected that left him a mess, unsure where his morals are, unsure of his own path. it’s easier said than done not to lose your way, and suguru knows that first hand.

he doesn’t explain anything to you, he’s certain that the others back at the school probably told you already. he’s just here to say goodbye, anyway.

maybe, too, he’s here to hear your voice one last time.

“this is where i’m headed now,” he continues, voice still gentle, warm and loving, “and… all i can do now is give it my all.”

“i know,” you hurriedly tell him, nodding as you wipe away your tears desperately. there’s a part of you that’s you wishing he was saying something else—that he isn’t saying goodbye without actually saying it because the both of you know it’s always been ‘see you later’—but you know better than to wish and hope away things like this in your life. that there is no later, and this is it. you’re left with no options but to cherish this last moment and it just hurts. still, you can’t say anything else but, “i know, suguru… i know.”

he gives you time, patient as ever, and watches you from where he stands. he’s farther than he usually is, no longer keeping your feet between his own, and now needing more than just a whisper to let you hear his words. he stands at an unfamiliar distance, but he doesn’t allow himself to cherish familiarity with you anymore since he convinces himself that it’s better to just say goodbye. it’s cruel, though, that the hug you two shared two weeks ago became the last one without you two knowing.

“y/n,” he finally calls out—he realizes he no longer has all the time in the world with you.

“i know,” you repeat, this time unable to hold back a sob, “i know, suguru! and i’m so sorry! i didn’t— i didn’t—“ you inhale sharply and cover your mouth with both your hands. now is not the time, you tell yourself, you need to say something to make this worth while. “i just wish i was there,” you whisper, looking towards suguru with your brows furrowed upwards and your expression twisted in a way that suguru sees a pain that he never wished to see you in.

he nods to let you know he heard you, though, never looking away as you had finally looked him in the eyes since he got here. “remember to eat and take your vitamins, okay?” he tells you, taking a step back as he clenches his fists in his pockets, “and make sure you set a timer on your fan at night so you don’t wake up all cold in the mornings, okay?”

you nod as he speaks. “okay—“ you sob out, “i will— i’ll— i'll remember.”

he nods again, forcing the smile on his face. “okay. then...” he couldn’t bring himself to do what he came to you for. he lets out a small laugh and turns away, not wanting to ever let you see that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you. “see you later.”

#jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jjk reader insert #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk drabble #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto x y/n #geto suguru headcanons #geto suguru reader insert #geto suguru drabble #geto suguru angst #geto angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk angst

793 notes · View notes

lovelybrooke · 2 months

Note

IT IS I!! Now that I’ve written about Vox Val and Carmilla I will finally attempt my interpretation of ALASTOR. So just letting you know I was about to send this multiple times within the week but was never satisfied, and so this is an attempt :), I might send in more stuff if I feel this isn’t detailed enough/ incomplete.

Alastor see’s the reader as a fun little puzzle at first, putting them on the stop and trying to figure out what was going on in that little head of theirs, to him this was just entertainment, he really couldn’t care less about the reader, he just saw them as something to keep him entertained if he’s free or bored.

He only really starts to actually like the reader once their a little more comfortable, at least comfortable enough to engage in conversation with Alastor himself or the group, their views on the world, the hotel and whatever is insightful, he finds he actually likes conversing with them even if they don’t agree on most things, the fact that they’re so kind and helpful to everyone, even those who wronged them, intrigues and confuses him, but that isn’t a bad thing, it must just mean that they’re naive and ignorant, he reckons they haven’t actually seen the bad In people. Except he’s wrong, and he learns this during one of their small conversations (with or without the group), the reader spoke about it so casually, their neglect and abuse, it was completely fine to them, they still insist on being kind and helpful to the people who’ve wronged them. Suddenly it isn’t that they’re ignorant, or that they have just been surrounded by good, in a way they’re like him in a way, treated unjustly. (His backstory has yet to be explored but I’m going off of what Vivziepop shared relating to his mother’s death and his weird moral code).

Not to say reader is determined but in Alastor’s mind the reader’s perspective of life is a reflection on their own motivations, and he’s impressed, he might see parts of the reader in charlie but still thinks the reader is distinct in a way Charlie isn’t, they want to help but they aren’t out there, they help in ways that people don’t notice. (I have some examples but I’m shit at explaining so I’ll leave this somewhat up to interpretation) and now that he’s realized this he reflects back to old conversations and realizes how careful they are, not just because they’re anxious but they’re always paying attention, doing little actions that Alastor hadn’t realized is supposed to cater to him.

And now Alastor is really paying attention, is the reader naive? Yes, but they’re so thoughtful in everything they do that he just can’t help but keep watching them, he feels like he’s the only one who’s able to properly guide them, without taking advantage of them. He talks to Rosie about how insightful and clever the reader is, how lovely their company is and so on.

Then he finally notices the Vees watching, as it is he was obsessed but that amplified the second there was competition, suddenly he realizes that someone else could take someone he cares for away from him, and although he always knew there were people out to get him, he didn’t think those same people would want to snatch you.

And me personally I think, every time he feels his relationship with the reader is threatened he’ll become more and more obsessed, more possessive.

ANYWAY IM DONE! I decided to look at some stuff In the canon au master list which helped me a lot :) :), you are free to disagree with anything I wrote thank you for listening!!! (Please pardon any typos)

Omg more stuff I love it.

This was exactly how I viewed Alastor's obsession with reader. Like he views them as a puzzle and wants figure out how/why they're in hell, why they're so nice, what exactly is going on in their head.

And as time goes on this obsession grows and grows, so when he learns that no, reader isn't naive, they've gone through so shit and try their hardest to see the good in people, he's like, genuinely surprised, which is a first for him.

And you're right, Alastor has this idea that he's readers favorite person so when the Vee's and the other overlords start showing interest in reader he becomes way, way more obsessed.

I hope you're writing your own stuff because you're genuinely such an amazing writer, please keep sending stuff in I love it.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

192 notes · View notes

vcnillazelda · 1 year

Note

Hey Zelda , I love your writing and I was wondering if I could request tf 141 x gn!reader who was kept away from society so when 141 find them, they know nothing about the outside world. I’m thinking soap says something like “let’s have pizza for dinner” and reader is like “what is a pizza ?“ lmao 🤣 only if you don’t mind. Cheers 👋-👽

141 with an isolated s/o!

tags: can be read as established relationship but it’s not actually stated, fluff, days out

characters: johnny, ghost, alejandro, rudy, price, gaz

a/n: tysm for the kind words and i hope this is okay 😭 (and i’m so sorry this took so long!!)

✞———————❖———————✞

johnny

loves teaching you things, no matter how big or little it is

but sometimes he does forget you’re not as experienced as him

“pass me some of the salt, please?”

“salt..?”

“the white stuff”

you handed him a dishrag- it was blue (“is this it?”)

loves taking you out to places so you can learn about certain things

his favourite place to take you is the shops because everything is labelled (and he likes to spoil you)

if you’re not scottish, you probably end up pronouncing things like him despite your original accent- you get so confused when people laugh at you

gets you some books, albeit they look kind of childish- yet they help you a lot

he’s trying his best- yet sometimes he doesn’t know what you’re trying to explain to him and you’re sat for 10 minutes playing a charades trying to figure out what you saw today

ghost

when you two first met, he didn’t realise how severe your isolation was

takes you to a professional straight away considering he’s not very well equipped

sits with you when you’re anxious with your new surrounding, sometimes reads to you or just talks about things

doesn’t mind your questions at all, yet doesn’t give very detailed answers

“what’s that?”

“a tv”

“oh..!”

he doesn’t mean to, he just forgets you don’t know as much as he does

if someone tries harassing or laughing at you he gives them the biggest death glare- like if looks could kill that person would be in their casket already- he’s super protective

likes watching your eyes light up when you learn something new

there’s something so innocent about you, so he silently vows to keep you safe no matter what <3

alejandro

adores teaching you things

takes you on little trips out to museums, aquariums and zoos

over-explains absolutely everything

cooks you all types of food to learn your preferences

keeps you close when you’re out and about so you don’t get lost

gets little flash cards to teach you things more effectively

documentary nights are a must, makes your favourite foods and lets you curl up next to him on the couch

no question is a stupid one in his eyes, so ask him anything you want to

he even teaches you mexican-spanish to use in las almas so you can communicate with people other than him and rudy :)

loves seeing you get along with rudy too

takes you to cafe’s so you can test certain foods

rudy

much like alejandro he takes you out to places so you can learn things there

buys you all the books he can with his spare money to help you :)

asks alejandro for help a lot too, he doesn’t want to mess up anything

keeps any and all dangerous things away from you

if you like spicy food like he does he’ll literally order as much variety as he can just to watch your eyes light up when you like something

teaches you little mexican-spanish phrases, but not a lot of it like alejandro does

writes stuff down with the definition of it in a journal so you can read it later on

at the end of every month he does a little recap test to see how much you remember :)

doesn’t mind your little quirks, but does correct you if you use something wrong

loves your fascination with his phone, he downloads a few games for you too <3

if there’s something you want to know but he’s forgot the word for in english you both have to go to alejandro (help this man)

rudy wants the best for you and does his absolute hardest to give the world to you :)

price

protective mode activated

i hc that his second choice in occupation was actually going to be a history teacher (because he’s a history nerd) but he decided on being in the military to follow in his father’s footsteps

you are in the safest hands

like simon he takes you to a professional and to a few doctors too just to make sure you’re completely healthy

loves sitting down and talking about anything you want to

teaches you how to cook so you can be a little more independent for when he’s not around

also buys you a phone just in case there’s an emergency and you need to contact him

he doesn’t necessarily go on days out, he’s a stay-in kind of guy, but he does sometimes plan little day trips to landmarks or just little places he thinks are nice

you end up learning basic things but also a lot of in depth history because price loves talking about it

if you find any interests he will spoil you rotten with everything he can find in that interest

never acts like you’re dumb either, he’s super supportive

“i found this today! :)” shows him a rock you picked up in his garden

“that’s amazing!”

instead of shielding you from them, he teaches you about dangerous things to just to prevent any accidents

gaz

similar to johnny, he’s enthusiastic to teach you about things; especially all the little facts he picks up from price and kate <3

unlike johnny, he’s so gentle with teaching you

doesn’t want to overwhelm you at all

he tries to shield you, but also tries to let you learn some cautions naturally i.e when the showers too hot/cold

you’re very precious to him, he adores watching you watch documentaries that he’s already seen

never gets bored of answering your questions :)

adores going out with you no matter if it’s walking, to cafés, to parks, people watching, ect

loves lending you kate’s books (with or without permission we’ll never know)

1K notes · View notes

katelynnwrites · 4 months

Text

She Was Sunshine (I Was Midnight Rain) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: angst with an a!

word count: 1592

summary: sydney is sunshine and you are midnight rain, you broke her heart cause she was nice

a/n: fairly different from my usual kind of writing but i tried, part two can be found here

Sydney Lohmann is sunshine personified. She is the walking definition of sunlight on the clearest of days.

Anyone who has ever met her will tell you that and everyone who has known her since she was a child will tell you that she always has been.

You are incredibly lucky to be one of the latter.

Moving from England to Germany was tough, especially since you were only ten. Your parents’ had divorced and your German mother had chosen to move back to her hometown in Upper Bavaria, taking you with her and in doing so, away from the country of your birth.

You didn’t speak German and definitely did not fit in at school because of it.

Everything was new and hard on you.

You were struggling and your lifesaver comes in the form of a blonde with messy pigtails.

You’ll always remember Syd kicking a ball over to you as you sat on a bench bordering the playground.

She gestures at you to join in, walking over to you and dragging you with her when you shake your head shyly, absolutely refusing to take your no for an answer.

You didn’t know how to play but Sydney tells you that all you have to do is pass the ball whenever you get it to her. She confidently told you that she would do the rest.

And she did, putting all the other children to shame, even the older boys by scoring goal after goal.

It became a regular thing and her bright smile as she celebrated them with you became the thing you most looked forward to each and every school day.

Sydney was your sunshine then and she still is now.

Over the years, you did learn how to play football and by sixteen, you have joined the youth department of Bayern Munich with Syd and more importantly, shared intimate kisses with her.

******

Being the blonde’s girlfriend is a joy.

There is no other way to describe how happy she makes you. From the tentative first kiss you had with her at fifteen to where you are now, playing for Bayern’s senior team together, you have been hers and she yours.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you started to want something more.

Munich is your girlfriend’s home. Her family is there, along with pretty much everyone she has ever known her whole life.

It makes perfect sense that Sydney bleeds Bayern.

Even at nineteen, she has made it clear that she intends on playing for the Bavarian club for as long as they would let her.

You don’t feel the same way.

Bayern Munich might be the club you play for now but as hard as you try to shut it away, part of you wants to go back to England.

You want to play for an English club in an English league. You want to speak the language you grew up speaking even though you have already nearly lost your accent.

But you don’t know how to tell your girlfriend that.

Not when she is so obviously ease at Bayern and so in love with you.

Four years of dating her and you have never felt so afraid to tell her something. The very last thing you want to do is to make her feel like she isn’t enough for you.

You only play football because of Syd. You’re only as good as you are because of her. Sydney is your world so how do you tell someone that important that your dreams are not the same as hers?

It is anything but simple and too difficult to think about when you don’t even know if it will be possible.

So you keep pushing it aside until you can’t any longer.

Chelsea makes an offer for you. One that is too good to resist.

And then it becomes inevitable that you have to talk to your girlfriend.

Right off the bat you know that this will be the hardest thing you have ever done.

You are nearly in tears when you sit Sydney down, trying your best to explain to her why you’re going to sign for Chelsea.

The blonde doesn’t understand, cannot understand why you are doing this. She goes through a whole range of emotions, shock, hurt, sadness, fear and finally anger.

It is with anger in mind when she tells you that if you leave for England, you and her are over.

She knows she is not being fair but she says it anyway.

Her bottom lip trembles and her hazel eyes are welling with tears as she struggles to pull herself together.

All her effort is in vain when after a beat of agonising silence, you whisper, ‘I guess this is goodbye then. I love you sonnenschein, I’m sorry we’re ending this way.’

Your former girlfriend flinches and the raw pain in her expression will haunt you for the rest of your life.

It certainly is at the forefront of your thoughts the entire time you pack up your things.

It is the only thing on your mind as you board the plane.

You keep hoping that the blonde will appear, text, call, hell even email to just say something. You’ll take anything over the silence she has given you ever since you sat across the table from her.

But all your hoping is pointless and you leave Germany with a broken heart.

You guess that Sydney wanted it comfortable and you wanted pain. You can’t fault her staying at Bayern because after all, it is her home.

It just isn’t yours.

******

Pain is what you get when you land in England.

London is not as you remember it to be, through the perspective of a child.

Nine years is a long time to be away and you have to adapt all over again.

It is an enormous challenge, practically a whole new country, an unfamiliar style of play and strangers for teammates.

You do however have a steely determination to make it work. You may be all of nineteen years old but you refuse to have lost your sunshine for nothing.

While Sydney continues to make her name in Munich, you make yours in London, chasing that fame you have only ever heard about.

******

You spent three seasons with the Blues, winning the WSL three times in a row. Your club even wins the domestic treble in your second season.

In those three years, you do what you moved clubs and countries for. You do everything you can to prove yourself and it pays off.

By the time you leave Chelsea, you’re well known as an up and coming young star.

Enough so that Barcelona is among the list of clubs who have shown interest in you.

With the Spanish club, your career only soars.

You win the Champions’ League the very first season you are there.

It is a promising start and you think you made the right decision in joining them.

******

Sydney stays the same.

Despite your own growing fame, you keep tabs on the blonde.

Bayern Munich is good to her and you watch with pride as she goes on to become a regular player for Germany.

It was with overwhelming guilt that you sat in the stands the day of her senior debut.

You’d once promised her that you would make your senior debuts for Germany together.

‘A pinky promise means forever.’ Syd had murmured when you linked your little finger with hers.

‘I know.’ You whispered and smiled.

But things changed when you left Munich.

Shortly into your time in London, you made the decision to represent England at the senior international level instead of Germany.

While you had been active in the German youth teams, you decided not to continue playing for them and commit to the country of your birth instead.

Sydney never reaches out to you, even when the media publishes it.

You will however, never forget the look on your ex’s face when England beats Germany in the Euro finals. It is one of complete and utter betrayal.

You broke the blonde’s heart cause she was nice and all of you changed like midnight.

Forever as it turns out, is not to be.

******

Sydney guesses that sometimes everyone gets what they want.

She gets to stay at home and play where she is comfortable. Bayern Munich is everything to her and she wears her heart on her sleeve everytime she puts on their jersey.

You get to make your own name and your career takes you places. The German woman knows you had to have suffered and put yourself through a certain amount of pain in order to have become this successful.

She admires you for that.

Syd tries her hardest not to think of you but how can she not?

Especially when you are on the television.

She can’t help but admire the way you play now. Your style of play has come a long way from the school playground.

English football and Spanish football has made it’s mark and you no longer play in an entirely German fashion.

Sydney is some kind of haunted by you. As a teenager she once dreamt of marrying you and she wonders what could have been had she not been so quick to push you away.

What if she had been brave enough to try making a long distance relationship work?

If only the blonde knew that you thought of her too. At midnight and all other times.

She isn’t the only one that’s haunted.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen imagine #dfb frauen #gerwnt x reader #gerwnt imagine #gerwnt #fcb frauen #katelynnwrites #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine

229 notes · View notes

ghostface-knight · 5 months

Text

After years of seeing "I'm very disappointed" on report cards, and hearing "Thank God your dad can just buy your way into college" from classmates, Stephanie Lauter had accepted that she was not smart.

It wasn't that she didn't like to learn -- when she was young, she loved school. Her favorite class of science. She loved learning about the world around her, and how it worked.

Miss Tessburger would pick her up after school in her dad's black Porsche, and Steph would immediately start explaining the things she had picked up from class that day.

"Did you know that insects make up half the world's known species?" She'd recite.

And each time, she'd be met with something along of the lines of, "Stephanie, your father is very busy today, so don't bother him with this nonsense."

She thought it was the fact itself. Maybe Miss Tessburger just didn't like insects! Steph knew her father was a very busy man, and so it made sense that she shouldn't bother him unless the fact was really worth it. So she'd try history facts. She'd tell Miss Tessburger about weather phenomena. She'd explain mathematical equations which, although not groundbreaking for an adult, were quite impressive for a child of eight years old. Each time, she watched for the hint that this time, it was worth telling her dad. And each time, she recieved the same, disinterested responses.

So, eventually, she came to the conclusion that the things she was learning in school where not important. Her father was very successful, and he didn't want to hear the things she was learning, so who was to say she needed to know them?

And so she stopped telling Miss Tessburger facts on the way home from school. She stopped reading for fun. She stopped paying attention in class.

That was when her grades started getting worse, but the school didn't notify her father unless she failed a class, and he couldn't be bothered to check each time Steph brought home a report card.

In a way, it was easier to slack off. She didn't have to consider the complex concepts she used to seek out. Pretty soon, she forgot the rush of exhilaration she used to get from learning. Pretty soon, it was like she had never cared in the first place.

So no, Stephanie Lauter was not smart.

And yet, when Peter Spankoffski tutored her, he treated her like she was Albert Fucking Einstein.

"So, the domain of f(x) cannot be zero." She worked out, scribbling on her loose leaf. She looked up at Pete, expecting him to correct her. Instead, he broke into a goody grin.

"You got it Steph! Composite functions have nothing on you." He looked over her work with admiration. "I'm not sure you even need me anymore. You know all this stuff."

Steph smirked. "Maybe, but I think I'll keep you around."

She turned back to her paper, but could clearly see Pete turning bright red out of the corner of her eye.

"Ah, see, I do need you. Because I have no idea what the hell this one is asking me to do." She pointed to an equation.

Pete leaned over, and read the equation out loud. "Find the inverse of f(x) = (x/2) + 7. Oh, this one's easy." He said, grabbing a pencil and starting to write.

"Easy for you to say." Steph mumbled. "You're in the hardest math class this shit-hole offers."

Pete looked up at her. "Not true! I'm in AP Calculus, and they offer Linear Algebra." He sighed, noting Steph's unamused expression. "Look, I only said that cause I know you know this."

"I don't though!" She groaned in exasperation.

"Yes you do! How do you find the inverse of a function?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed.

"Steph, look at me." Reluctantly, Steph obliged.

Pete took her hand, and looked into her eyes with his own deep brown ones. She softened.

"Take a breath. You know how to do this, I promise. How do you find the inverse of a function?"

Steph took a breath and closed her eyes. "You- you switch x and y, then solve for x."

Pete's smile was the only confirmation she needed. "I told you that you don't need me." He said softly as she got to work solving the equation.

Steph considered it. "Either way, can you stay?"

And the doe eyes strike again. "Of course, Steph." He paused. "I'll always stay."

#npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #lautski #do you see my vision?#first time writing fanfic im kinda nervous

260 notes · View notes

iwashie · 11 months

Text

𝘽𝙇𝙇𝙆 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 like 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣

📌, isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, mikage reo

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ warnings- some of the boys I think wouldn't mind liking/dating an older woman, about 2/3 years older. (I'm older than most of them, so I needed to do that. I'm 9teen btw)

૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა isagi yoichi.

You were the assistant at the football club, a year older when he started high school. It was love at first sight, he couldn't look away when you were helping them, handing out towels, water bottles, explaining a few things about their performance on the field. He confessed when he was about to enter Blue Lock, you thought it was a joke, but the way his eyes sparkled with determination and the tips of his ears burned in a bright red made you believe him, still surprised that someone younger liked you. "please wait for me" he said, holding your hand, "I'll wait so you better be number one!" you said smiling and he couldn't be happier. On the day of entering Blue Lock you two made a pinky promise and kissed it, sealing the promise. You're still waiting for him.

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა bachira meguru.

you helped his mom on exhibition days and he liked you as soon as you two met. he made sure to be around, making you laugh and telling you about his mom, you two soon got along and he wasn't sad that you were two years older, he could make the convenience store aunts fall in love with a smile from him, so he would spare no effort to win you over, with the support of his mother, of course. "we're rooting for you" you said the day he'd walk into Blue Lock, "I know, you're the best" he said hugging you and his mother, before he walked in you kissed his forehead, wishing him all the luck in the world. You both watch bllk tv and don't lose a game, always yelling his name when he scores a goal.

૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა mikage reo.

He always thought older women were cool and when you walked past him, laden with books, the uniform indicating you were older, he was charmed. Football and you were all that came out of his mouth, poor nagi couldn't take it anymore. When he took courage to confess, you said you didn't have time for relationships, your future was more important and it didn't matter how much money he had. The boy fell in love even more and with a lot of patience and determination he made a space for him in your heart. The day he entered Blue Lock, you texted that your life wouldn't stop for anyone so he had better strive to fulfill his dream- you'd be rooting for him-, the boy couldn't have fallen in love with someone better. Even though you said you wouldn't wait for anyone, you always found time to watch him play in Blue Lock.

૮ • ﻌ - ა karasu tabito.

You're friends with his older sister and he's always thought you were cool, molding his ideal type based on you. When he entered high school, he confessed, getting a "you're too young" from you, but he didn't give up, he would make you like him. When he got the letter to enter Blue Lock you were his biggest support, making him fall in love even more. Before he got into Blue Lock, you were starting college and said to him "I'm going ahead, but I'll wait for you, so you better be the best and come looking for me." The boy couldn't have a better motivation, before entering, he stole a kiss from him, saying he was going to be lucky. He still doesn't know that you root for him, watching every game with his family, still waiting for him to leave.

૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა michael kaiser.

You're the same age and while he was on the field playing you were there as an intern. He declared himself your boyfriend in an interview before going to Blue Lock, he stated that the next time you met on the field, he would ask you to marry him. You somehow couldn't get the German away, so you accepted it, trying your hardest in college to see him again in the field. You two talked on the phone while he was in Blue Lock, you were about to finish college and watched every game, cheering him on, always texting him before every game. Nothing got Kaiser more excited than knowing that his future wife would be watching him play and interview him after games.

૮・ﻌ・ა oliver aiku.

This man has no preferences, can be young or old, he will accept. He thought he was shameless, until he met you. He's been stood up after the two women found out he was with both of them, you seeing him sitting alone didn't think twice and sat with him, ignoring his surprised face and made the order to the waiter, forcing him to accept the 'date' with you. You asked him a few questions to get to know him better, you both are the same age, and when he asked why you were doing that, you answered "free food" and winked at him, he couldn't believe the audacity of the woman sitting in front of him, but he liked you. At the end of the 'date' he told you why he got stood up and you laughed out loud, saying "I make you better or make you worse" and asked for his phone number. there was something about you that attracted him, and before going back to Blue Lock you two hooked up a few times. Back in Blue Lock, he could only think of when he could meet you again, totally in love. You would watch the bllk tv to understand better what he did and root for him.

#bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #reo mikage #karasu tabito #michael kaiser #oliver aiku #blue lock imagines

438 notes · View notes

fandomnerd9602 · 8 months

Text

Proposal

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

For @lifespectator

Things were finally slowing down for the Avengers, Earth finally had a little bit of peace. Tony had retired, Steve went back in time. But for Wanda, there was still one thing that alluded her.

Wanda always wanted a family. It always alluded her. She had yet to truly fall in love. No real dates or engagements. But yet she always had you, her best friend. You were her support on most field missions.

The two of you hung out after missions. Little lunch hangouts, times at the movies, the record shops. Wanda always felt normal with you. Honestly it surprised her that you didn’t have anyone in your life yet.

“Surely you could find yourself a girlfriend” Wanda found herself laughing one night.

“Hey if I’m not too busy saving the world, I’m saving you” you respond with a smile.

Wanda always looked forward to hanging out with her best friend. You were there for her thru every heartache and painful memory.

But now things were changing. The Avengers were coming to an end. The world was safe and Thanos was gone. Tony had settled down. Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. And all Wanda could think about was her next step.

“You are you don’t wished to be trained?” Wong asks Wanda as she packs up her things.

“I-I think it’s time I retire,” Wanda states, “I-I want to be a mother. I want a home in the suburbs and…I can’t get that as an Avenger”

“Motherhood” Wong smirks, “some would say it’s more dangerous than being a superhero”

“The hardest part is trying find a donor. Someone to be the father of my kids” Wanda rubs her neck shyly. “I-I did think of someone”

“Who?”

“(Y/N)” she gives a nervous laugh.

“Y/N?” Wong simply summons a portal and leaves, “good luck Maximoff”

Wanda finishes packing her belongings from her room. She couldn’t help but smile. You were her first choice. Her only choice really. Honestly she couldn’t think of anyone else, she didn’t want anyone else.

Wanda’s thoughts were disrupted by the sudden sound of her ringtone. A simple glance to her phone reveals your name on her caller ID.

“Hey Red” you smile from your end of the phone call.

“Hey” Wanda smiles.

“I bought a little house in Westview, a couple miles from the compound” you explain, “I was wondering if you’d come and see it with me”

“Y-yeah” Wanda found herself giggling. A little house hunting with her best friend.

You and Wanda drive to the address, as you told her, a couple miles from the compound in the cozy little town of Westview. It was still trying to recover after the Snap, like all towns were. But it's property costs were low and the value was only rising.

"And here we are" you smile as you pull outside a two story suburban house. It had a classic brick style to it with a white picket fence. Wanda couldn't help but gasp. It was everything she ever dreamed of, like a long forgotten desire.

"You have a great eye" Wanda whispers.

You pull out the key, "Wanna take a look?"

Every step, every moment that Wanda spent in that house. It made her fall in love with it, more and more. Spending each moment with you, how you talked about your dreams for the place, it all made her fall for you more and more too.

Wanda found herself dreaming of the life she could have in this house with you. Your children taking their first steps. Your first Christmas in this house with her.

"I-It's a lot of room for just one person" Wanda remarks as your guided tour came to an end.

"Well I'm gonna need a roommate" you rub the back of your neck, "figured you might be interest?"

Wanda nodded so fiercely, "yes! I'd love to."

Moving day was fast approaching and yet Wanda was still unsure of how to approach you with her little proposal. She never thought it'd be so difficult to ask someone such a question. But even practicing it in the mirror left her tongue tied.

You finished moving all the boxes of your stuff and hers into the house. You gave Wanda the master bedroom, you were more than happy taking the guest room. Wanda glances down the hallway from the master bedroom. There was still two empty rooms. Perfect, in her mind, for two kids.

You rolled out a sleeping bag in your room. "Where's your bed?" Wanda asks

"Still in the mail." you huff, "never had to buy one when I was an Avenger."

"Well mine's already assembled, you can sleep with me" Wanda said nonchalantly, she immediately found herself going beet red. "I-I mean we can share a bed...I-I-"

You laugh, "I got what you mean, Red. Come on downstairs, I got take out ready for us"

You got the fireplace lit and a little TV set up for Wanda. It didn't take her long to locate a network playing the Dick Van Dyke show. You and Wanda spend the better part of the evening talking about old memories at the compound.

"Y/N" Wanda found herself swallowing hard. "I-I think I know what I want to do with the rest of my life."

"Alright Red, tell me" you smile at her.

"I want a family." Wanda takes a deep breath, "I want kids. I want a white picket fence. I-I want to be a mother"

"Wow" you reply, "I think you'd be perfect at that"

"Really?"

"Yeah" you smile, 'you'd be an amazing mother. I can see it now, you'd cheer for your kids at every game. You'd be an amazing guide for them. Knowing you, you'd be perfect at that. Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother. I just hope that I'm there to see it"

Wanda blushes and blurts out, "I want you to be the father of my kids"

"Me?" you find yourself in shock

"I shouldn't have said that," Wanda tries to get up but you take her hand

"You want me to be their father?" you can feel some tears forming in your eyes.

"I-I mean we can go through a fertility clinic" Wanda tries to explain, "but honestly you're so kind and loving and I can't think of anyone else that I'd want to be the father of my kids. I-I love you."

"I've always loved you" you whisper back. "I-I was okay just being your friend. I-I thought that's all you wanted."

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck. Your hands move instinctively to her waist.

"So will you?" Wanda smiles, "please?"

"I want strings" you smile back, "I want to be there for you through it all."

Wanda giggles, "I'll take it. You, me, strings and all" She laughs with pure joy.

You pull her into a kiss. Her breath hitches. It felt so small and yet so perfect too. She kisses you back. First once then twice.

"Y/N?" she asks you in a gentle whisper

"Hmm?"

"Will you take me upstairs?" She wraps her legs around your waist as you hold her tight. Her eyes stare into yours with all the intent in the world.

"Oh? Oh." you figure it out before nodding and carrying her up the stairs and to her room. Wanda giggles the whole way.

Friends become lovers and lovers eventually become parents. The pathway for Wanda to find her family was a long and painful road. Luckily she met you, her best friend. The one who made that little house in Westview feel like a home.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #friends to lovers

202 notes · View notes

runningfrom2am · 4 days

Text

cold nights // part thirty-one

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: heyyyy ttpd has got me fucked up and ALSO guess who heard from her ex for the first time in years?? that's been so dope and not at all causing me to spiral over the last like week :) anyway missed this series so here.

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

series masterlist // playlist

"You didn't have to come." You whisper in the dark, the open window doing very little to illuminate the room without the help of the stars.

"Yes I did." Lennox answers you, matching your hushed tone. You roll onto your side so you're facing him, smiling slightly. Sejanus had given you both your own rooms, but rarely did a night go by where you didn't miss sharing that mattress on the floor with your brother back home.

"Did Sej have to convince Ma to let you come?"

"He didn't ask me to come." You feel the pillows shift as he shakes his head. "He told me what was goin' on, and I said I'd be on the next train and that was that." He pauses, chuckling to himself. "I appreciate you havin' your meltdown on the last day of the month, by the way. Was awful convenient for me."

"Yeah, me too." You giggle. "How was your Halloween?"

He shrugs, tucking his hands behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling. "It was alright. Same old."

"Did you do a costume this year?" You ask, already knowing he didn't. Apparently sixteen was too old for that- he was too "cool" for that now.

"Nah." He laughs. "You?"

"Yeah." You whisper, your smile dropping slightly. "I was Juliet, Tigris helped me make it."

"I'm sorry, but that means nothing to me." He chuckles, looking over at you.

"Well, it was an angel costume. We made the wings, and Coryo was supposed to be Romeo. We made his too. I was real proud of it, he was 'sposed to be a knight." You explain.

"But he didn't wear it?"

You just shake your head.

"Prick." Lennox mutters.

"He actually... ruined it on purpose." You whisper. "Poured red wine all down the front."

"Why the hell would he do that?" Lennox frowns. "I mean, I coulda' told you that guy was an asshole, but that's just cruel."

"It was my fault." You admit. "I didn't tell him that couples costumes were a thing until the day of. I didn't give him a choice, and I should have asked if he was okay with that."

"No... No, Y/N/N, don't do that." You feel him shake his head again, dragging a hand down over his face in frustration.

"Don't do what?"

"Blame yourself." He states. "You coulda' asked, sure, but I can't think of a problem he could possibly have with it. That's, you know, actually a valid reason."

"You know how they feel about us here, bug." You say softly, reaching out to push his hair back for him from where it had been pushed down on his forehead. "Sej has never really fit in, and he's been here ten years. I can't expect to walk in and have everything be perfect. Of course he's going to be a little embarrassed."

"But you can expect someone who's supposed to love you to be willing to prove it." Lennox says frustratedly. "You taught me that. So don't go changin' on me now."

"I would never." You smile slightly. "But... real life is different. Real love is different, I think."

"Real love shouldn't be embarrassing." He mumbles. "Not that I know a thing about it, but I think he's an idiot. I mean, I'd wear a matching costume with you tomorrow if you asked. I'd do anything for you."

"I know you would." You smile sadly. There are a few beats of silence between you while you remember all the signs you missed. Coryo telling you the school was strict about physical contact, causing you to turn a blind eye to other students kissing or holding hands in the halls and him hugging Clemensia that very same day. Him telling you to give him space when your only crime was standing too close. The only times he would hold your hand in public being in the backseat of their car or under a desk or table, hidden from view.

"He's lucky to have ya. Hell, we all are." Lennox says after a moment. "If any of these stuck-ups had any humanity they would treat you just the same. I'm not here to convince you to come home, but I think you're better off with us. That's all. At least at home, you're treated normal."

"But I'm not." You reply. "Not anymore. I might as well take this chance to get an education, so I can get a good job and go home and provide for you guys. Dad could retire instead of workin' himself to death in those mines, and Ma would never have to patch another pair of coveralls for as long as she should live. You could do whatever you wanted, bug. You could go to school too if that's what you decide. I could buy you a house, a bike, anything you want in the world."

"That's great and all, but I don't give a shit about that stuff anymore." Lennox tells you honestly. "As long as you're... alive, I guess, we're happy just the way things were. We talked about it a lot. That we'd give anything just to have you back."

A smile twitches on your lips. "I get it." You agree quietly. "But if I can get something for all of us out of having to go through... all of that, I'm gonna take it. Then we can all be together and all the better for it."

"For how long? Until one of us gets hitched and has kids, and then in twenty years we're sending them back here to go through the same shit you did?" He argues. "It's all for nothing. We just gotta make the time for each other while we can."

You chew on your lip, sick at the mere mention of your kids possibly getting picked. Or, god forbid Lennox getting picked in the last three years his name is entered in the reaping, and the number of entries increasing with every passing year. "I suppose." You agree. "But, can you keep a secret?"

He smiles at the familiarity as he looks over at you. "You know I can."

"Coryo is gonna be the next president. I'm sure of it." You whisper. "He's sure of it, too, it's all he's been raised for."

"Forgive me for not feeling reassured by that fact."

"No, but you should." You insist. "He's... He's a good man. He knows how to do the right thing, and I'm sure he'll call off the games one day. He has to."

You can hear your brother's sharp intake of breath. "If he's got you, he will." He mumbles in realization and you nod slightly.

"I think I'll be able to help. To actually do something good if I stick with him." You whisper.

"That's... a lot of pressure." Lennox agrees. As of right now, Coriolanus Snow is far from in his good books. 'If he was, I'd burn my library.' He recalls you laughing over the line in the book, recounting it to him just a couple of months prior. He wants to see you like that again. Happy. Yourself. But if you have to throw that away to save a future of who knows how many children, would that even be worth it to him? He feels guilty for thinking that it wouldn't.

"I love him, Len. I do." You assure him, somehow seeming to track his thought process. "I just don't know... If he truly feels the same way about me. I thought he did, when we were back home. When he came to Twelve, he was different than he is here."

"That's not fair." He replies quietly, deciding that now would certainly not be the time to bring up the fact that if you did end up marrying the future President of Panem, that would mean there would be no "coming home" for you. This, here, a city that tore you apart and left him to try and pick up the pieces, would be your home. He knows that as much as you love him and your parents, you're too noble to give up the chance to spare his children from your fate. He wants to hate you for it, but he never could. "That you have to defend him at all, I mean. You deserve to be angry sometimes, Y/N/N."

"It's fair." You smile slightly. "I just... I was so sure he was the one for me. You know? He cared about me when no one else did, he risked so much for me. You can hate him all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that he saved my life."

"That doesn't mean you owe him your love."

"I know that." You whisper, lips pursed in thought as you pause to figure out what you want to say. "But I think I would love him anyway. More than anything, I feel bad that I put him in this position."

Lennox shakes his head abruptly. "You didn't do anything. He made this decision, that apparently he wants you here, so he shouldn't be "embarrassed" of you, or whatever. Not at all."

"I don't know what to do, bug." You admit quietly. "I don't want to leave him. I don't want him to leave me behind now that the Games are over and done. I feel like for a while it was like... like I was a shiny new toy. And now I'm not clean and fun anymore."

"You really love him?" He asks, and you nod. He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Then I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but you've gotta talk to him."

You open your mouth to speak, a small smile forming on your lips at his acceptance despite your nervousness about seeing Coryo again. "But don't let him off the hook yet, just let him plead his case." Lennox adds.

"I have to, bug."

"You're too forgiving." He replies, understanding but still disappointed. "I don't want to see you hurt."

"If I couldn't forgive, I would be ruined."

Coriolanus doesn't know what to do other than to go and get you before school come Monday morning. He hadn't heard from you, but Tigris insisted that you just needed your space. So he left a little early, the brisk air chilling him as he stepped outside the apartment building where their car was waiting.

He jumps nearly a foot in the air when he hears his name.

"Coriolanus Snow, fancy finding you here." He abruptly turns to look at the boy leaning up against the cement pillar only a few feet away.

The smug smile on your brother's face at his own joke is only mildly off-putting.

"Lennox. What are you doing here?" Coryo asks, clearing his throat and quickly readjusting the front of his coat. He knew your family- he knew he shouldn't be shocked that if you called, your brother would come running. Now he's just realizing that this didn't mean anything good for him.

Lennox shrugs as he steps away from the wall, a toothpick poking out from the corner of his mouth as he chews on it. "Sejanus called on Halloween. Said Y/N was having a tough time, and what kind of brother would I be if I didn't come to help?"

"That's very kind of you." Coryo states, eyeing him carefully. "So, you've been with her then?"

"Mhm." Lennox nods, smiling proudly as he not so subtly sizes up the boy in front of him. "Should we talk in the car? Wouldn't want you to be seen with me." He winks, flicking away the toothpick before brushing past your boyfriend to let himself into the backseat.

The blonde boy swallows, rolling his eyes before climbing in after him. "You going to school?" Lennox asks, already playing with the switches that roll up the windows and adjust the seats.

"I was going to pick up Y/N. She has class at the same time."

"Oh, she's already there. She got a ride with Sej this morning." Lennox states. "So don't worry, we wouldn't want her to be an inconvenience for you."

Coryo sighs, rubbing his head. "Listen, I don't know what they toldyou, but-"

"Oh, no. You're gonna listen to me now." Lennox cuts him off, suddenly serious as the car begins to move. "I don't know what you want from her. Not anymore. I had a pretty good idea when you showed up at our home unannounced, but clearly, that wasn't enough for you. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but you kidnapped her, right-"

"I didn't-"

"Yes, you did. As I was saying, you kidnapped her, but why?" Lennox shakes his head, eyes wide with genuine confusion. "If you don't want her, if you treat her like she's a burden to you, or that you're embarrassed of her, why would you bother? Was it just to break her again, because The Hunger Games didn't do a damn good enough job?" He hisses, fists clenched together like it was all he could do to not take a swing at him right now. "'My tribute gets touchy when she drinks'... Are you kidding me? You did this to her! All of it! I don't think it's too much of her to ask for you to care when you promised that you would!"

Coryo flinches a bit as his own words are thrown back at him, looking down at his lap in nothing more than shame as it fills him slowly from head to toe.

"It's not like that, Lennox. Not at all." Coryo settles on, shaking his head. "She is the furthest thing from a burden to me. I know it's hard for you to believe, but I want her to be happy. I want to help her."

Lennox looks down at his lap, the act of 'protective brother' crumbling to pieces over the back seat as tears brim at his eyes. "Then why would you take her away again?"

Coryo is shocked by this, eyes going wide as he stares at him. No longer was Lennox only your little brother who puffed his chest and rolled up his sleeves at every given opportunity to take a stab at your boyfriend, he was just a kid. A kid like you, who was completely torn apart by the games even though he had never set foot in the Capitol until the day before.

To Coryo, Lennox looked like he would have made a strong competitor in the same games; had his name been chosen. He was cocky, normally, and that was something that could be made into the spectacle that Dr. Gaul wanted. He would have no doubt done well. Coryo recalls you talking endlessly about your brother before the Games, and he remembered meeting him in Twelve and thinking that he was nothing like what he expected from the way you spoke about him. Gentle. Kind. Selfless.

From his limited interactions with the boy, Coryo only saw anger, distrust, selfishness. But knowing that he had to stand by back in District Twelve and wait for the news of his sister's death, maybe even watch it live, Coryo can now see that not only did it anger and scare him, but it traumatized him almost as much as it did you. The boy sitting next to him was nothing more than a kid who had lost his best friend. Who lost his sister.

"I..." Coryo stammers, waves of realization hitting him like he's run into a brick wall. "I had no choice." He says quietly to spare the driver's ears, and Lennox snaps his head back up to look at him.

Long gone was the sadness that told the story of who he had been while you were here fighting for your life a few months ago. Now, his eyes were ice cold, red from the tears that he didn't let fall.

"You're gonna have to explain before I tear every piece of that strangely white hair from your big head, Coryo."

Subconsciously, Coryo reaches up to make sure his hair is still styled the way he had just done it before he left as he swallows. "You know what happened to that peacekeeper?" He leans closer to say it so they won't be heard.

Lennox is scanning his face for any sign he could be lying. "And Billy Taupe?" He prompts him, the sad look flickering back in his eyes for only a moment. You had told Coryo about the relationship your family had with the Covey children, he hadn't even considered how your brother would handle the death of one of his closest friends without his big sister there to help. He lost you both in one night- that couldn't have been an easy pill to swallow, especially when he had only just got you back.

Coryo nodded slightly, looking up quickly to make sure one more time that the driver wasn't watching in the mirror.

"She was there." He explains it in as few words as possible. "And I knew if anyone found that out, if anyone saw her, the finger would be pointed her way."

"Did you kill them?" Lennox asks quietly.

Coryo shakes his head. "No, but I did hold one of the guns. She's the only reason I didn't. She wouldn't let me."

"Who did?"

"Spruce, I think his name is, but I shouldn't be telling you any of this."

Lennox gives him a solemn nod. "It's fine. I'm the one who hid the guns. Spruce brought them to the house and I ran everything out to the lake that night. Was sleepin' like a rock when Y/N/N came to pack all her stuff, I'd only been home for an hour or so." He explains, wiping a hand over his face as he remembers making that familiar hike in the dark. "They got Spruce, he was done the next day but I promise they'll never find any evidence connecting to you guys."

Coryo nods, internally sighing in relief.

"It's all secrets, now." Lennox adds, and Coryo knows what he means by that.

"What kind of secrets will she find at the bottom of the lake?" His own question is echoed back to him, but now he knows the answer.

"But if I knew it coulda connected you, maybe I would have left them somewhere more obvious."

Coryo doesn't expect the small smile that forms on your brother's lips. It was a threat, but first and foremost it was a joke.

"I'll be honest, I panicked." Coryo admits. "I couldn't just leave her there not knowing what would happen to her. I had to keep her safe, and bringing her back with us was the only way I knew how."

"I coulda protected her." Lennox insists, but the shake in his voice indicates that he knows that isn't necessarily true.

"I know." Coryo agrees anyway. "And I know it sounds like I'm lying to you but I mean it when I say I just want to help her. To give her a better future."

"Maybe," Lennox's jaw tenses and he slightly shakes his head. "But that doesn't mean you can treat her like she's nothin' to you. Especially if you actually care about her, which I am still skeptical of- for the record."

"I do." He assures your brother. "It's just... I don't expect you to understand but it is extremely complicated. There's a lot of pressure on me to keep the impression that our relationship is... professional."

"The hell you mean, 'professional?' She loves you. She loves you more than she should and you don't deserve that from her. Even if you saved her life, she doesn't owe you anything."

"I know." Coryo says again. "You're right. I won't deny that, but I need you to trust me when I say that everything I have to do, I'm doing it for her- so the Games didn't just chew her up and spit her out for nothing. She saved my life- and all I have to repay her with is my name. So I'm trying my hardest to do that."

Your brother is quiet for a moment. "Do you love her?"

"Yes," Coryo answers without a moment's hesitation. "More than I ever thought it was even possible to love another person, and I've known that since long before she ever set foot in that arena."

When Lennox doesn't reply, staring at him and trying to decide whether or not he believes it, he continues.

"I risked everything for her to win. I gave her that scarf, the rat poison, I even put something of hers into the snake tank so they wouldn't hurt her even if they caught her." He explains. "I was told before the reaping that if we cheated to help our tributes, we would have no shot at any kind of viable future but when it came down to it I didn't even consider another option because I could not live in a world without your sister."

Your brother's eyes soften as they find his again, a subtle nod indicating his understanding.

"She's... she's like a book whose pages I never tire of turning. I love her more than I could ever explain to you, Lennox. Please, even if you never trust me again, trust me right now." Coryo pleads. "I would never want to hurt her, and the fact that I have is killing me every moment she is not here."

Lennox straightens up, looking out the window as the university campus comes into their view. "I think she's the one who really needs to know that. Don't you?"

Coryo looks out the window, nodding in silent agreement and chewing on the inside of his cheek as the car comes to a stop for him to get out.

"By the way," Lennox says, that smug smile returning to his lips. "You spend too much time with my sister. 'She's like a book whose pages I never tire of turning'." He mocks his voice, using finger quotations to make his point and polishing it off with a scoff. "Never say anything like that again, Coryo. That's corny, even for Y/N."

Coryo laughs slightly. "Noted." He agrees, pushing the door open.

Armed with the information that you did still love him and maybe your brother wouldn't be hunting him down just yet for hurting you, he heads into the building looking forward to finding you for lunch.

taglist: @soulessjourney , @that-veela-girl , @dreamyysouls , @rockstarbfs , @maysileeewrites , @baybieruth , @kitscutie , @fratboyharrysgf0201 , @totallynotkaibiased , @stelleduarte , @secretsicanthideanymore , @bejeweledreverie , @drewsandsebastianswife , @niicole-87 , @queenofshinigamis , @innercreationflower , @nallasstuff , @iovemoonyy , @thatmarvelchick19 , @wearemadeofstardust0 , @regulusblackcore , @puredreamagination , @fantasticchaosthing , @becauseseaotters , @secretsicanthideanymore , @cascadingbliss

okay suddenly tumblr isn't letting me tag more people than this so i just made some cuts unfortunately :') i just left the max amount of people i could whose users i recognized and see in my notifs all the time :) if you're not on here and you should be i'm so sorry!

also this taglist is closed now!! if you’d like to get a notification when i update, turn on my post notifications!! i promise i won’t spam y'all :,)

137 notes · View notes

soffsketches · 26 days

Text

I'm taking a break on drawing for a second so here you go

GothCleat Headcanons

Post Season 2 Ending

Lincoln nervous on the first date ended up showing Scary how to play FIFA. Bonus he let's her win at the end and Scary insists on coming over to practice so she can beat him fair and square

Lincoln fell first and Scary fell the hardest

They watch the world cup together and Scary would narrate as if if Mr.Kicks was scoring

Lincoln would gift Scary patches he made for her outfits. Yes most soccer related

Scary would get a part time job at a cafe and would prepare Mochas for Link but she'll say that it's made from chocolate covered espresso beans, his favorite

Scary would realize she fell for Link when her poetry slowly start mentioning him, figuratively. No one understands where he appears but Scary doesn't want to explain it too much either

Telling the parents

Lincoln sit Grant and Marco down at the table saying he has an important announcement. (I feel like it's been like a year or two since the ending of season 2) Lincoln goes on to say that he's a man and that he has feelings towards someone and he wants them, the parents to know about it. Grant and Marco were a bit worried but trying to be supportive smile and say that they're here for Link. Link says that it's with Scary and Grant gives out a sigh of relief and Marco pats Grant in support. "We're really happy for you Link and thank you for telling us."

Scary would be sitting at the table with Veronica and Terry Jr. probably eating dinner or something. She would casually mention she started dating Link and both parents would sit there staring at each other wondering what to say. Terry now with a better understanding of Scary, he would say "That's cool. Happy for you" but IMMEDIATELY would breakdown and become a bit emotional happy for her daughter. Veronica would smile.

Grant and Terry would have a bit of awkward tension between them but would slowly get over it with time. Awkward silence and stares would be a regular thing every now and then.

Garry

Named after Gerard Way, no doubt about it. BUT I would like to add Links would put the idea of naming them Garry pronounced Jarry.

Reveal? Easy: A soccer ball with colored powder inside. Gender? Future Futball Champion

Lincoln would realize he'd want to be a coach after helping Garry kick their first goal at little leagues.

Finally, Scary saw that Garry was sad they didn't make the team so she encouraged Garry to be the mascot. Garry a bit hesitant about the idea looked at Link. Link being the coach said that Garry reminded him of his good friend Normal who was once the mascot. Link seeing the look in Garry's eyes reassured them that whatever they decide to do, Scary and Link would support them.

Ok I think that's all for now. Enjoy the Gothcleat content. I will provide more in the future.

Take care y'all!!!

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #link li wilson #gothcleats #soffsketches

99 notes · View notes

trina864 · 1 year

Text

Try | J.JK

Summery: The infamous playboy tries to ask you, the good girl, on a date. Paring: Playboy! Jungkook x GoodGirl! Reader Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Angst? Word Count: 1 k Warnings: kissing, mentions of loneliness, Jungkook is a mild playboy. But seriously this one is pretty soft.

"No thank you." You said, your head buried in the book which sat comfortably in your hands.

"Come on, good girl, one date." Jungkook asked again, with the same cocky smile as he was bound to keep, the nickname he was fixed on calling you by, only further annoyed you.

"Not interested." You said again with the same voice still not looking at Jungkook. This annoyed him further, he wasn't used to this, being turned down wasn't in his vocabulary. Yet you seemed to be dedicated to exactly that.

When in anger Jungkook could hardly control himself, maybe that was the explanation to why he took the book from your hands and threw it to the floor successfully ripping a few pages out - not a very good explanation though.

Jungkook didn't mean anything with it, he only wanted your attention - funny enough, when thinking about how you two were like north and south. But when he saw the look on your face as you looked down at your favorite book torn in the old and worn pages, he knew he had fucked up.

How many times haven't you turned these pages with the most careful fingers and a mug of tea placed besides you? The answer was many times.

You had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before you looked up at Jungkook. "As you yourself called me I'm a 'good girl' right? Let's say I went out with you, I had sex with you, and then you became uninterested in me and found someone else as you always do, and I, the good girl, would still be thinking about you while you wouldn't spare me a second thought. Do you really think I want that? That I want to fall in love with you only to be thrown away?" You said.

It scared Jungkook how you kept composed in front of him like this when he saw angry tears in your eyes just two seconds ago - not a twist on your eyebrows or a break in your voice, just you who calmly explained your thoughts to him.

"And what makes you think you would fall in love with me?" Jungkook asked in the quietest of voices you had ever heard from him.

"Everyone can fall in love with anyone, if you try hard enough Jeon." You said and gathered the destroyed book from the floor together with the rest of your things. "I always try my hardest, Jeon." You said before you walked away.

"I can't." Jungkook whispered behind you thinking you wouldn't hear. You stopped with your back still facing Jungkook.

"Yes you can, you're just too scared to try." You whispered back and walked away.

The next couple of days you didn't see Jeon. Somewhere inside you it disappointed you that he actually gave up, especially because he had once promised you he wouldn't ever give up.

He had been going around you for quite some time keeping you company and even reading with you. You thought he was serious with you, but apparently you were wrong.

Jungkook had always been a tough nut to crack, he kept his emotions to himself and shared his talents with the world. But with the observant eyes you had, you had him all figured out.

He always had to be center for attention, a new girl on his arm every other day, and a reputation everyone knew, yet when no one looked Jungkook often had gloom in his eyes, a lonely blank stare, he would often watch over his latest girl for a day or two to see how she was holding up.

Jungkook was simply lonely.

After school you walked to the bus station with your backpack heavy from the dripping rain. Before you reached even halfway though, you heard the familiar sound of a bike behind you.

When you turned you saw Jungkook step off his motorbike and run towards you with a helmet holding it out to you.

"Just take it Y/N, the bus is coming in thirty minutes and with no shelter you'll catch a cold, at least let me get you home before you catch a cold." He said and gave you the helmet which you accepted after some consideration.

On the ride you could feel Jungkook breathe heavily with your hands wrapped around his torso. This wasn't the first ride you have had on his bike, but it felt just as good as it did the first time.

When you were home and about to walk into the house for cover Jungkook grabbed your wrist and turned you around. He held eye-contact with you before handing over a blue tote bag, "I'm sorry I destroyed your old one, I- I really didn't mean to do that Y/N. I've spent the last couple days searching for this, it's a first edition with a signature from the author, I found out my dad was friends with them." He explained.

Both of you were drenched in the unforgivable weather yet no one moved to a dry place. You gulped looking down at the bag in your hands. You knew it was the book he had destroyed. No one had ever cared this much, not as much as Jungkook.

No one you knew off would ever take the time to get a first edition of a book if it wasn't for love.

"Y'know, You said you can't fall in love because you don't try hard enough... but I think you're doing pretty amazing with the tries." You said looking into his ebony colored eyes.

Jungkook couldn't help his hand wandering up to your cheek filled with sticking hair and raindrops. How could you always find the perfect words?

"I wanna try, for you." He said and pulled you down to him in a sweet kiss which you accepted. His hands held your jaw to angle you right, yours were grabbing into his wet hair. Lips dancing against each other you smiled forgetting all about the book, the rain and your parents who were probably watching from the kitchen window.

There by Jungkooks motorbike it was only you and him frozen in a moment where everything was perfect.

Breaking the kiss with a giggle you whispered against his lips, "You don't have to try anymore, Jungkook."

#bts #fanfic #jeongguk #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jeon jungkook #fanfic bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook #j.jk #bts jk #jk fanfic #drabble #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #bts fanfic #jk drabble

326 notes · View notes

luzisahomosexual · 1 month

Text

SBG FASTPASS SPOILERS⬇️

‘Dissecting’ this picture bc it gives me life.

I love everything about this photo.

The matching bracelets, the positions they each sleep in…EVERYTHING.

Logan ~ Logan is doing his usual curl up in a ball pose, which is ofc adorable. He’s also in the corner, almost forming a wall around the ones that need the most care atm (Aiden, Ash & Tyler)

Ben ~ Ben is holding the whole group together. He’s got his arms around them all, protecting them all from anything and everything. He would do anything for them. He has his arm around Taylor and is possibly??? looking down at her, YAY BENLOR🤭 he’s also got an arm on Logan’s back, putting his arms around the whole group

Taylor ~ Taylor is leaning her head on Bens shoulder, again YEY BENLOR🤭 Tyler is lying on her lap, which I personally find absolutely fucking adorable. It’s almost like their whole childhood, they looked out for eachother but Tyler was more the protector, pushing his fears back in order to be able to comfort Taylor and be there for her, whereas now it’s almost like Taylor is pushing her fears back so that she can be there for Tyler when he needs her, he is the one being comforted for once.

Tyler ~ Tyler seems still slightly agitated wich makes sense everything considered, but he DEFINITELY needs this hug thingy (wtva u wanna call it) he’s been through so much and has always felt the need to be the person taking care of everyone else. If this happened earlier in the webcomic, Tyler would 1000% be anoyed, lying as far to the side and away from everyone as he could. He would probably be on the edge and have his back to everyone, ik he’s technically still on the edge now but he’s also not. He’s proper IN the snuggle sesh yk? Idk how else to explain it-😭🤚

Aiden ~ I love EVERYTHING about the way he’s lying. He’s on bens lap, we need more of their cousin bond😤 But he’s also protecting ASHLYN in every possible way. He’s almost suffocating her…he has his head behind hers, one arm lying across her and the other on her lap AND he’s almost acting like a caccoon (idk how to spell that word mb) the way he’s surrounding her. Also THE HAND HES GOT LYING ACROSS ASHLYNS LAP IS ALSO HOLDING TYLER??!?! this is such an adorable detail I havnt seen anyone point out😭 Aiden and Tyler have probably had the hardest time trying to get along out of everyone in the group. They are practically opposites, Aiden constantly makes jokes and laughs as a way to hide his saddness and pain, he acts almost childish, like he’s searching for the childhood he never had…where as Tyler is always serious and stubborn, he hides his pain through anger and pushes it far below, instead focusing on those who need him because he’s to afraid to face his own worries. They all bonded over the trauma they shared being in the phantom world but it’s almost like Tyler & Aiden bonded deeper due to their experiences with death. They both know what it felt like to die, the difference is that Tyler was only worried about Taylor & his mum, thinking of what would happen if he wasn’t there for them, not wanting to leave them like their dad had. Where as Aiden was almost ready to die, he’s always thought about what it would feel like so he kind of just let it happen, however when he then woke up and realised how worried Ashlyn was, all that want for death dissipated because he didn’t want Ashlyn to ever be that afraid again.

Think I went on a random nonsense rant for a while there…my bad…ANYWAY LAST BUT NOT LEASTTTTTT

Ashlyn ~ Ash is in the centre of them all. She’s being surrounded and protected by her friends. Also, she has a thing for people being to close to her but she isn’t even looking uncomfortable. I don’t have a lot to say anymore tbh cos I tired myself out w that mini rant💀 but one last thing I will point out is, SHE HAS HER LEGS OVER AIDENS. IDK I JUST FIND THAT SO ADORABLE. LOOK AT THEM. THEY R EVERYTHING.

109 notes · View notes

snuggerudsz · 8 months

Text

YOU’RE LOSING ME l NH13

summary: nico is pulling away, and although you're desperately trying to hold on, you can't stop the two of you from falling apart at the seams.

pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader

author's note: hi!!! been trying to finish this for a few days, but i just couldn't write anything for the ending, so the end is kinda méh. anyways, i hope you enjoy! remember: likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!!! thank you so much for reading!! <3333

You met Nico Hischier in the winter. It was freezing in New Jersey, but his warm hands and big brown eyes warmed you from the inside out. He was passionate, understanding, kind, and delightful. Nico Hischier was the closest to perfection anyone has ever been. Or, used to be, at least. Now, you felt like you hadn’t seen him in days, even if you lived in the same apartment. He was gone before you were up and came back home when you were already sound asleep. You couldn't pinpoint the moment everything went downhill, and Nico stopped being the perfect boyfriend he had always been, but it was slowly killing you.

You knew you’d eventually have to let Nico go. It was the hardest thing you’d have to do, so you didn’t. You ignored the hurt when he refused to spend time with you, or when he forgot date night, or when he stopped telling you to come to his games, or when he started to go out more and more, or when he stopped texting and calling you back, or when he seemingly stopped caring. But you couldn’t escape it forever, and, most importantly, you couldn’t keep fighting this battle alone, holding on to a dying relationship until your knuckles turned white. You were miserable, and you couldn’t live your whole life like this.

You took a deep breath, watching as the rain poured down through your windows. The raindrops echoed harshly on the roof of the building, bringing an unsettling feeling to weigh in your stomach. It was loud and anxiety-inducing. It made you want to disappear under the covers, cuddled up to your boyfriend.

The rain seemed to get louder with each passing second. Your head pounded and your vision was blurred. Another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. It's just rain, you tried telling yourself.

Nights like these would have Nico holding you tightly and whispering sweet nothing into your ear until you fell asleep in his arms. If he was away, you knew you could always call him. Nico would always pick up after the second ring, even if he had been sleeping. And then they would sit there and talk, letting the darkness fade away until the nightmares were long gone, and all there was left in the world was the two of you. Until you could sleep through the night, thinking of the man who would always be there for him. But when, once again, Nico sends some half-assed excuse about missing date night because he’s going out with the boys for “team bonding”, you know you’re done. You were already reaching your breaking point and this might just have been the final blow. You take off the fancy dress, and the makeup and start packing.

Putting all of your clothes 一 or, most of them, at least, 一 is the most painful thing you’ve ever done. Especially, when all that’s left in your side of the closet are your favorite of Nico’s hoodies.

After packing all the most important stuff, you decide to get an uber. You’ll text Nico tomorrow and explain everything and then, you can come sometime later this week to get the rest of your stuff. Right now, you just need to leave peacefully. But you know it won’t be this easy when you hear the door open. You walk out, going to the living room, where Nico is just entering. He’s stumbling slightly and reeking of alcohol.

“Baby? Why are you still up?”

“I think we should break up.” You say, without looking at Nico.

“What?” He questions, suddenly sobered up by your statement.

“Nico, I love you. But this isn’t fair.” Anger sounds through your voice, while you continue, “I can’t keep trying to keep us afloat on my own anymore. I’m drowning.”

“Baby, where is this coming from?” Nico asks, with a shocked expression on his face.

“I can’t do this anymore, Nico.” Tears well up in your eyes as you speak, “This is fucking killing me. I love you in every possible way I can love someone, but you don’t even care. I’m hurt, and I’m so tired. I’m fucking exhausted, Nico.” You cry out.

“Why are you doing this?” Nico questions, again, incapable of wrapping his mind around you leaving.

“Because of you.” Bitterly, you answer, tears streaming down your face. “You pushed me away. I was here every single day, for you. And it tears me apart because you used to be mine. And I-”

“I’m yours,” He says, cutting you off desperately

“You were mine, Nico. And I was yours. I thought the world of you, I’d have done anything for you and now, you’re the one who hurts me the most. I just wanted you to be here. To try. To love me.”

That’s when it finally clicked. The words coming out of your mouth started to make sense and guilt started to eat away at Nico. How could he be so stupid? He wasn’t trying to push you away, but he also hadn’t done much to keep you around. He felt like a failure. He had allowed the one thing he always vowed wouldn’t be in the way of your relationship to do so and destroy what he cared about the most: You. And now, he was losing you. How had he not realized this before? How had he not seen this coming? How does he make it stop?

“I don’t wanna lose you,” Nico manages to choke out, fear suddenly consuming him, “I love you. You’re the most important person in my life, let me prove it to you, please. Just don’t go. Please,” He begs, “Give me a second chance. I’ll show you how much I need you. I’ll do better. I’ll be better,” Nico pleads, teary-eyed.

“I have to go, Nico.” You mutter, looking down to the ground

“No.” The man interrupted you, shaking his head and fighting tears, in denial, refusing to believe the words you were saying. “Please, stay” His watery eyes scanned your face, looking panicked, searching for anything he could hold on to.

“I can’t, Nico.” You answer, whispering, avoiding his eyes. “Not anymore. I don’t wanna lose you, but I can’t live like this forever.”

“You won’t have to. I promise I’ll be better, I’ll-” Nico tries to plead, pulling your hand into his.

“Nico, it’s over.” You interrupted him, too drained to keep discussing it any longer. And then he lets go of your hand.

He wasn’t ready.

He didn’t want to let go.

But he had no choice.

Still, he let you go.

#nhl x reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #nico hischier x you #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier

165 notes · View notes

imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

Text

A Desert Bloom (S.R.)

Summary: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why. A/N: Written for a very dear friend of mine, and anyone else who might need it. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Comfort/Fluff Content Warning: Complicated maternal relationship, minor self-deprecation, implied parental abuse Word Count: 875

MASTERLIST

Having grown up in Nevada, Spencer had always been both put-off and fascinated by the plant stores on the East Coast. While the wide array of colors was breathtaking in its own right, it felt foreign and slightly overwhelming to him.

But when you’d asked him to come with you to pick out a housewarming plant for your first apartment together — so sweetly and with those eyes that made him speechless — he couldn’t say no. He could, however, make a beeline straight to the plants that reminded him of home.

Spencer had known that you were not particularly fond of cacti, but he hadn’t ever asked you why. It seemed like the kind of story that you would share when you were ready.

And that day, you were.

“Why do you like succulents so much?” you asked with your nose slightly crinkled.

“I think they’re funny little things,” he answered with a chuckle under his breath. “The peak of evolution if you ask me.”

“Oh,” you grumbled. You said nothing else.

But Spencer could see in the way your body shifted but failed to really move away that you’d wanted him to say more.

He just didn’t know what, so he asked, “Why don’t you?”

“I don’t dislike them,” you corrected. It was not convincing enough for you, so you tried to explain, “We just… have a complicated relationship.”

Spencer laughed a little, and so did you. But after the noise died down, you continued with a softer voice.

“My mom used to always say they reminded her of me.”

Spencer’s heart sunk in his chest before you’d even had a chance to explain. He knew what was coming and he knew that he was about 20 years too late to fix it.

“She said they were just like me. Difficult.”

Like the cactus in front of them, Spencer bristled. His jaw and his hands tensed at first. Slowly, he released the tension to gently hold a leaf from a burro’s tail without causing it to fall.

With a dark, unamused tone, Spencer grumbled, “The fact that’s what she sees when she looks at desert plants tells me all I need to know about her.”

It had made so much sense to him that he had forgotten to explain. You were used to that, though, so you just asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, cacti are one of the most resilient plants in the world. They aren’t hard to deal with, most people love them specifically for their resilience.”

You caught the two words he’d been emphasized the hardest.

“Most people?”

“Well, I personally think those people are wrong,” he said with finality.

“How are they wrong?”

Again, you sought the answer you craved. The real reason why Spencer loved cacti. Perhaps, if you could understand why he was drawn to a plant that had warnings plastered across every inch of its surface, maybe — just maybe — you might understand him better.

Maybe you would finally understand why he’d decided to love you despite the difficulty.

“Sure, a cactus can live in awful conditions, but that’s…” he paused. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked away the small tears pooling at his eyelashes, “That’s not how you get them to bloom.”

You said nothing. He continued.

“The people who think they can just do whatever they want and the cactus will survive it, well… they just don’t want to pay attention to shriveled leaves and the rotting roots.”

Each word felt like a prick. You could feel the spines of a cactus reaching out from your heart. They broke through the drought inside of your chest like they had finally found the safety they sought. You wanted to scream, to shout, to say anything at all. You wanted to defend the cactus that was just trying to find a way to make it to the next rainfall.

But Spencer had already known.

“They’re the problem, not the cactus.”

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a tear fell from your chin. Spencer turned away from his reminder of his home and held you, instead. He sheltered you from the world as you released the excess water that the world had drowned you in. Then, when you were ready, he followed you to the plant you’d picked.

That afternoon, as you played with the soft petals of the orchid, Spencer was not interested in looking at the finicky, albeit ornate, plant that you’d picked. Instead, his eyes settled on the most beautiful thing in the room.

Spencer thought about how he’d learned at a very young age that if you treat a cactus right, if you take the time to learn its language and help curate a space for it to grow, it will grow, and it will bloom.

He looked at you. He looked at your tentative smile peeking through the landscape of your new home. He looked at you while you recognized yourself in the softness of a flower. Spencer looked at you above any other beautiful thing that might try to call to him.

He would always look at you because he had always been particularly fond of the desert bloom.

(Tell me what you thought about this piece here!)

P.S. Did you know Tumblr might be hiding some of my posts from you? Learn how to change this setting here so you can enjoy my more scandalous works (if you want), including my most recent one, which can be found here.

#dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid comfort #spencer reid fandom #criminal minds comfort #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #cm fanfiction

618 notes · View notes