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sp0o0kylights · 7 months

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I saw a video today that said, “It’s very uncomfortable as an adult when your friend starts to date somebody who sucks, and you’re all looking at each other going ‘Guys, if this is the person who makes them happy…I think collectively as a unit we can agree that we would rather see them sad. So what's the plan?’”

And immediately went: modern Steddie AU were Steve dates his high school friend Tommy and everyone is tearing their hair out over how awful he’s being treated.

Ft. the Party, led by Dustin, hounding Eddie “I could get a man in a SECOND, I just CHOOSE not to date” Munson for help

However:

Eddie is mostly thinking the entire thing is a joke (King Steve and Tommy Hagan? Gay? Together?? Nice try Henderson.) until he runs into Robin. She laments that yeah, they’re bi, but more importantly, Tommy is fucking awful and Steve refuses to see it.

2. Eddie, maybe, kind of, still has a crush on Steve ("Stop laughing Gareth, everyone has--had! Had a crush on him!") and the guy was never THAT bad in high school---but Tommy Hagan definitely was and a little revenge would be fun.

and finally;

3. Instead of going with the kids' well intentioned but very misguided “Let’s get Eddie to Steal Steve” plan, Eddie meets up with the Robin/Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle/Chrissy dream team to figure out how to prove to Steve that Tommy is horrible.

Bonus: Robin and Nancy come up with a full proof multi step plan that involves Eddie pissing off Tommy in ways that look completely innocent. The hope is that Steve will see how controlling and unreasonable Tommy is, and break it off.

This hurts no one and just highlights to Steve Tommy's behavior.

Of course, Eddie goes off the rails immediately upon meeting Steve.

Instead of following The Plan, he, with the kids permission and help, gets Tommy to get blow up about THEM.

This is far more successful.

Bonus x2: A large amount of shenanigan's with the kids vs Tommy are involved. As is a scene were Steve breaks down and admits he knows Tommy is terrible, but Tommy puts up with him and Steve "knows how he is."

Eddie goes home, prints out a picture of Tommy and throws cheap ren fair daggers at it for at least three solid hours while he tries to think up ways to prove to Steve Harrington that his parents are wrong, hes very lovable actually.

In fact Eddie would very much like a shot at trying it out, thanks!

(It is also, inevitably, successful.)

#steddie #modern meet cute #SOMEONE TAKE IT FROM ME I CANT HAVE ANOTHER WIP #also I personally am very picky about fake dating tropes or “stealing” tropes #cause you cant steal a person #but also #the trope is naturally exploitative and thats hard to do right #not to say I havent seen people do it WELL cause I have #just that its a hard one for me personally #anyway #Eddie munson #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stranger things #Eddie is a gremlin whose been on all of two dates and had three hookups but hes never telling the children that #angsty #so desperate for love Ill take any scraps I can get Steve Harrington #is a personal favorite of mine #and not in that whiny way #I mean in a realistic way #homeboy out here knowing that half of what he says is stupid but he believes it anyway and has a lot of issues from his parents #so you have to DRAG this shit out of him #or if youre Robin you dont HAVE too but Steves excellent at dodging #excuse making #and generally making everyone think hes making sane decisions #he is not #eddie clocks this instantly lol

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drunk-werewolf · 2 months

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#yeah like what do you do in this situation #cause fuck #angst #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #thoughts #heartbreak #heartache #episode #angsty #people pleaser #burden #friendships #love

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fruggle · 2 months

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when you forget your immortal lmao

#undertale #nightmare sans #bad sanses #horror sans #killer sans #murder time trio #dust sans #Angsty #This is just a WIP but idk if I'll finish it #My poor baby's #skill issue tbh #Imagine dying and leaving your leader all alone

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lvndrlondonfog · 2 months

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More oopsie omens???? 👀👀

He’s handling things well

Everyone should read oopsie omens (@asleepyy) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE this au has absolutely murdered me and every update things only get worse (read: better)

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sailorgundam308 · 6 months

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I’m dropping by to make y’all sad

(But they’ll end up alright 🥲)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #fanart #bg3 spoilers #astarion x karlach #karlach x astarion #astarion #karlach #otp #fireblood #hellspawn #astarlach #karlstarion #angsty

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imwetforyourmom · 2 months

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hi can u do headcannons (or a fic idm) of like people pleaser!reader and bf!matt who like stands up for her or tells people off on her behalf?

I really hope this makes even the slightest bit of sense

thank you so much, I love ur writing sm🤍🫶🏼

people pleaser!reader x matt headcannons!

(I have never done hcs ever, so if its bad thats mb, also I didnt know if you wanted nsfw but I js didnt bc I dont rllt know how to nsfw people pleaser x matt but if tou want me to retry it dont hesitate to ask!!)

warnings: angst, swearing

a/n: I dont rlly know how to write people pleasers and such so thats why its short, but I can try again if you’d like, I also love this idea, thank you anon!! <33

- the second someone pushes you around and or walks all over you hes quick to shut it down.

“alright listen man, it was one thing when you told her to fuck off, but telling her to shut the fuck up is another. I need you to leave.”

- when matt notices that someone is using you to their advantage or even notices you going out of your way to please them on several occasions hes getting it done and over with, quick.

“okay. enough y/n, come sit with me. you dont need to do everything for that asshole, k?”

^ he made sure to say it extra loud so the guy heard what matt had said about him.

- after matt had told someone off for being rude to you, you sat down next to him with your head hung low and your eyes filled with tears of guilt.

“baby, whats wrong?” he asked, his arm coming over to your back and rubbing your shoulder.

“that wasnt nice of you to yell at him.. look at him, I feel guilty now.” you spoke, your voice slightly shaky as you motioned to the man whom was anxiously biting his lip with his mouth closed shut, after matt had told him to keep it shut.

“it also wasnt nice of him to yell at you and call you names, was it?” he grumbled, just looking at the guy made him angrier, especially knowing you felt bad for him.

- “no, no, if you want me to. I can!” you spoke, a soft smile on your face as you talked to the girl infront of you, in which the girl had a smirk on her face, catching onto your patterns.. doing anything for the sake of pleasing her.

matt, on the other hand, stood behind you and glared at the girl, his jaw clenching with pure irritation. matt cleared his throat, trying to get the girls attention. and once her eyes met his he brought his hand up and flipped her off.

- in ways of showing you he wasnt happy with what you were doing he’d do subtle motions with his hands or look at you a certain way. you’ve learned that his jaw clenched tightly shut and his eyes glaring at you, then a quick look at the person you were currently giving your everything, is a way of him indicating he wanted you stop what you were doing.

- watching you adapt someone elses personality to try and seem more approachable and less weird truly angers him, despite knowing he cant do anything about it. he feels you should know that you’re perfect just the way you are and dont need to be accepted by everyone, they should like you for who you are.

- “oh..” you mumble, your head hung low as somone insults you and your interests. you cant say anything nor do anything, its not in your nature. you just have to sit there and take it, in fear of disappointing them. and since matt wasnt with you, there wasnt any way in stopping the next few minutes of being insulted.

later that day, when you come home your cheeks are tear-stained, you have mascara running down your cheeks and your breathing is uneven.. theres no way in hell you’re hiding this from matt. you take gentle steps as you walk to his room, slowly pushing his door open and taking small sniffles.

with hearing the door creak open matts lips turn into a grin, that is, until he lifts his head up to the sight of you, looking like you just bawled for hours on end. he quickly tosses his phone on his bed and walks over to you, engulfing you in his arms. already knowing what was going on he didnt ask anything, instead just comforted you.

- “ok! im fucking tired of your shit dude! you’ve been bossing, walking all over her, degrading and just overall being a total dickhead to her!” matt yelled, finally getting enough of this kid being rude to his girlfriend. he stood up from his chair and walked over to carlos. he stood tall and high infront of him. y/n moved behind matt and grabbed his hand, holding it and lightly squeezing, at an attempt to calm him down.

“matt, baby, its okay. im fine. dont yell at him.” y/n whispered, your voice quiet as you spoke. you avoided eye contact with carlos. “no, its not okay! hes being a total asshole to you, y/n. you dont deserve to be treated like that.” he turned around to face you. his voice no longer being loud as he spoke with sincerity towards you.

- you being treated rudely didnt always end up with him yelling at someone. when he wasnt fuming with anger, he would grab your hand and hold it, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, then pull you into him, in a sense of protection and to tell you ‘enough’ without speaking.

- matt would act almost immediately when he even sees the beginning signs of you starting to act and do everything possible for the person you’re talking to. he would lean down in your ear and mumble quietly, “relax, my love.”

- again, he would make sure to be extra loud about shit talking someone when calling you over to him just to make sure that they know what matt thinks of them.

“cmon baby, that poor excuse of a friend doesnt deserve you.”

“hes being an asshole, my love. dont suck up to him.”

tags

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @genshin-addict @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @livvy4realll @graysturns

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celestialwrites · 4 months

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stabbing/being stabbed prompts & dialogue⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

(inspired by @que3rduckling’s day)

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ character gets attacked in alley after leaking files.

♡ they could feel the coldness of the blade as it seeped in, contrasting the feel of the warm blood flowing out of them.

♡ “what happened, are you okay?” “yeah, i’m great, only lightly stabbed.” “you were STABBED?” “lightly.”

♡ “i’m feeling very attacked right now.” character says as they were getting stabbed.

♡ character confessing their undying love to their best friend as the blade pierced their chest.

♡ “i feel like you’re flirting with me.” character A states as character B swings to puncture.

♡ the deep crimson red of his blood clashed with the light colour of the floor as it splashed along it.

♡ character rips out blade as their wound heals instantly.

♡ “it’s almost like you’re going after my heart, at least take me to dinner first.”

♡ character running for their life as their best friend chases them with a knife.

♡ characters making intense eye contact as one dives a knife into the other’s heart.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

big thanks to @que3rduckling again (please go check them out!!)

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itneverendshere · 3 months

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you were all i wanted but not like this - rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x reader (fem!reader)

WARNINGS: angst <3; just angst.

watched mamma mia and remembered how sam pissed me off when he left donna lmao; self indulgent honestly (haven't written in like a month so decided to get back into it with a smaller piece); hope you enjoy!

you should’ve known better.

the weight of realization presses upon you like an anvil on your chest, each breath drawn heavy with the gravity of the situation.

sleeping with a guy on the same day you met him? risky.

proceeding to spend the next three months with him? delusional.

falling for him while simultaneously knowing nothing about his life back home? stupid.

the sting of embarrassment gnaws at you and it feels like you're rotting inside.

you want to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, make a fucking scene out of it. of all people roaming the earth…rafe had to be the one your cousin was dating.

rafe, as in your summer romance rafe, your rafe.

oh my god!

he didn’t even tell you his surname, didn’t tell you shit and yet, just weeks ago, you were ready to move halfway across the world in hope of finding him again.

you should've seen the warning signs flashing in neon bright before you. the damage is done, the wounds self-inflicted.

rafe's eyes widen imperceptibly as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, fitting together with a sickening clarity, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a practiced smile.

but you see it, that moment of realization, and it only fuels the fire of anger burning within you.

"so, rafe cameron," you say, each word laced with a bitter edge that you can’t quite suppress, "so nice to meet you."

his million-dollar smile falters ever so slightly, a faint tremor betraying the cool exterior he tries so desperately to maintain.

“pleasure's all mine.”

yeah sure it fucking is.

you don’t utter another word to him. as you navigate through the party, each step feels heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of your self-recrimination. the pulsating beat of the music throbs in your temples, matching the rhythm of your racing thoughts. you move through the crowd with mechanical precision, engaging in polite conversation. you plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything is fine.

what the fuck? how did you let yourself get in this situation in the first place? it’s a new kind of low, even for you. and why is the cameron household so confusing to walk around?

you can barely see straight with the headache taking place in your mind, the bright lights only wanting to make you burst into tears now and then.

“let me explain.”

rafe comes out of nowhere, ambushing you before you can get to the door.

a groan slips past your lips, “go fuck yourself.”

“let me,” rafe pleads, his tone tinged with desperation, eyes roaming your face for so long.

a bitter laugh bubbles up from deep within you, incredulous at the audacity of his request, “you think i wanna hear anything you have to say?”

he sighs, closing his eyes, “'meant every thing i said back in skopelos, okay? i didn’t lie.”

“you didn’t tell me shit,” your voice strains to keep calm, “not about you, not about your family, not about a fucking girlfriend, you said nothing. a summer flling, yeah i get it, i can get past that. but making me the other woman? are you serious?!”

you had allowed yourself to be swept away by his charm, by the promise of something more.

“there was no girlfriend!” he says, but you don’t believe him, squinting up at him with a frown.

“right,” your voice is monotonous, “you got back, what? three weeks ago and magically got one.”

“we weren't together, broke up with her, i swear— n'then you left, i thought i was never gonna see you again."

are you that easily replaceable?

if he cares so much why didn't he look for you? why didn't he break his stupid rules and ask for you number like a normal human being?

“oh go eat a cock.”

you turn on your heels, ready to put an end the conversation and to never see him again. you can feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue.

“hey—hey, hey, baby wai—“

as soon as his hand touches your arm, you’re pushing him away as hard as you can, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “don’t you dare. touching me is a privilege you do not have.”

the pain of betrayal, the humiliation of being used and discarded. you feel so stupid. tears cascade down your cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane, the weight of your emotions threatening to engulf you.

“please don’t cry,” rafe begs, fingers itching to hold you, “baby—“

“stop!” your voice cracks with anguish as you choke back a sob, wrapping your arms around yourself, seeking solace in the warmth of your own embrace, “just stop.”

“i don’t have a choice here,” his voice comes out all rough, as he tries not to cave in and cry, “you think i want to be with her when i could be with you? you—jesus, d-do you not understand how hard is it—“

“don’t finish that sentence,” the anger in your voice cuts through the air like a knife, your words dripping with bitterness and hurt, “it’s hard for you? you?!”

rafe opens his mouth to answer, but he finds it hard to pass the thick lump in throat, “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“you never do.”

his gaze falls to the ground, unable to meet your accusing eyes. he knows he messed up, knows he's hurt you deeply. can’t even find it in himself to explain, tell you how it’s all his father’s fault, that he only got back with her because ward told him to.

how pathetic would that sound?

‘'m sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the din of the party, “’m so fucking sorry.”

but his apology feels hollow, empty, like a bandage over a gaping wound. the damage has been done, irreparable and raw. you shake your head, unable to find it in yourself to forgive him,

“too late."

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron #rafe cameron angst #rafe x reader #rafe angst #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe fic #rafe x female!mc #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n #angsty #rafe cameron imagine

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ava-yukiii · 2 months

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second choice

You were always a second choice in life, to getting compared to your siblings, to your 'friends' only coming to you when they need money or help.

But now... You've gotten used to it. 18 years old you've gotten into the military now your 32, in the taskforce crushing on your lieutenant... You've gotten into a mission just the three of you Ghost, You, Mara.. Mara was special she was feirce, gorgeous, overall (perfect for him)

The three of you were at the rooftop

You looked with your goggles below as you looked out for enemies

Meanwhile Mara patched ghost up.. Your eyes lingered to the two of how Ghost and Maras eyes light up as they look at each other... It was an intimate view.. Your heart wanted to escape from your body, too heavy.You looked at the two with jealousy. Wanting to tear them apart, wanting to rip out their hearts and intestines maybe it was just hatred... Maybe it was just your possessiveness, but knowing you can't and never will.

After the mission, you were sent to the infirmary accompanied by Soap, who insist on taking you there he's such a gentleman. Soap lingered his hand near your shoulder, letting you take a sit on the edge of the infirmary bed.. A nurse came in and patched you up, cleaning your wounds making sure it doesn't infect and become worse.

After, soap take you to your barracks, you told him goodnight and closed the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and socks and went to bed. Next day, you finished your usual routine, eat, train, talk, meeting blah blah blah.. You sat on the debriefing between gaz and soap, price on the center talking about the upcoming mission, you couldn't help but linger on the corner, Ghost and Mara.... Ghost held mara's waist big, buffy and scarred hands... Oh you wish it was you, wish it was you who he held oh so lovingly... Mara looked at you and you ended up looking so where else.

You hadn't noticed Soaps hand clenching yours... You looked at Soap and smiled he smiled back you letted your head rest on his shoulder as his free hand snaked around your waist you both went back to listening to price. Maybe..

You weren't a second choice.. Just ended up focusing on the wrong people.

Bonus: you hadn't noticed a certain man in a skull mask looking at the both of you in jealousy.

(SCOTLAND FOREVERRREE)

I just got out of the hospital :)

Reblogs and likes are appreciated </3

#call of duty #simon riley x reader #angsty #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #ghoap x reader

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kvtie444 · 5 months

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° . ☆ MOONLIGHT

summary: good girl reader - bad boy bf chris sneaks in her room to see her :)

a/n: me writting a fluff is unheard off, this is so short lol, THIS IS SUCH A MATT SONG

warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive, swearing, smoking

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Christopher Sturniolo was truly testing my patience. Despite my deep affection for my boyfriend, he had a knack for getting under my skin. Chris was the embodiment of a ‘bad boy’ whereas, I was considered the epitome of innocence—a ‘good girl ‘through and through. Chris took pleasure in the thrill of coaxing me into mischievous endeavors.

On a school night, as I lay in bed rewatching my favorite show and diligently working on revision cards for upcoming exams, Chris was blowing up my phone, urging me to come see him. However, my commitment to studies held me captive. My concentration was abruptly shattered by a knock on the window, causing me to jolt and disrupt my writing. Another insistent knock followed, accompanied by a muffled voice. “Let me in, i’m fucking freezing out here”. It was Chris.

Sighing, I rose from my desk, pushing aside the curtains to reveal my boyfriend with a spliff between his teeth. “I’m studying” I say to him, he chuckled, “I just wanted to see my girl”. I rolled my eyes at him playfully before relenting, helping him inside. I feel the skin on his arm whilst helping him in, “Chris you’re freezing. And no smoking, if my parents catch you they’ll kill you” I scold softly. He ignored me as he is hands swiftly pulled me close, and he leaned down for a kiss. I pulled back, taking the joint from his lips and placing it on my desk.

Unfazed, Chris smirked, “You’re parents are asleep relax. You need to start living life on the edge more, baby”. Resuming my focus on studying, I walked back over to my bed and sat, despite the enticing distractions.

He laid next to me, just watching me for a minute before showering ghostly kisses along my neck. showering compliments and ethereal kisses along my jaw and neck. “You’re so pretty mamas” he mumbles against my skin. I gently pushed him away “I’m serious. I need to study” I sigh, "It's nearly 1 am. What more studying could you possibly fit in at this time? Come on, let me love up on you, ma," he pleaded, pressing a kiss below my ear, tenderly moving my hair aside.

"Chris," I sighed, his hand finding its way to my inner thigh, gripping it. "Give me 10 minutes," I negotiated. He smiled, before kissing my cheek and getting up, walking to my desk to retrieve his spliff. Seated at the window ledge, he lit up, taking hits of the joint. While I dedicated the next 10 minutes to my studies, he indulged in getting high, basically engaging in a conversation with himself since I was too focused to reply to him.

With my final revision card completed, a satisfied smile graced my lips. I packed up my study materials and approached the window, running my fingers through Chris's hair as he flicked the finished joint into the distance. His eyes, now tinged with a reddish glow, met mine with a contented smile.

Stepping toward me, he rose from the ledge. I leaned up, my hands finding his jaw as his sought my waist, our lips meeting in a fervent kiss. "Such a good girl," he mumbled against my lips. His hands explored beneath the back of my shirt, fingers brushing against bare skin, sending electrifying chills down my spine. My hands traced the contours of his chest and bicep, as his hands descended to my hips.

Our intimate moment met an abrupt interruption - a flick of a light switch and approaching footsteps from the corridor outside my room. Startled, I practically jumped away from him, ushering him toward the window. "Shit," I whispered-yelled, a mix of frustration and amusement playing across his face as he chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips. Now out the window, he leaned into it, looking up at me. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too. Message me when you get home?" I replied, a genuine smile gracing my lips. "Of course," he smiled back, leaning up and planting a fleeting peck on my lips before embarking on his descent, leaving me with the lingering sense of excitement and exasperation. Fuck, he drove me crazy.

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gleafer · 8 months

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Okay. Hear me out.

The Aftermath: heartbroken, angsty Crowley finds himself navigating the slums of New York City, meeting the worst of the worse. He finds a human he can trust who reminds him why he’s not unworthy or undeserving of love. Crowley slowly accepts the world is worth saving, even without Aziraphale.

MEANWHILE, Aziraphale becomes obsessed with perfection and reinvents himself as the most powerful Archangel heaven has ever known to help bring forth The Second Coming. Desperately trying to forgot all that was before otherwise the painful memories of lost love will annihilate him.

But Muriel won’t let him forget and their innocence and kindness reminds Azirphale who he was and how he deserved love and never needed anyone’s approval of that love, not even God’s.

*huff puff huff puff*

No? No good?

FINE, just enjoy this Fanfic inspired by my grungy, angsty 90s graphic novel phase.

(How are the 90s so long ago?)

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andieperrie18 · 6 months

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Watching her fall in love

A/n: DISCLAIMER, I just wanna clear out that I HATE Mikio, OR LOATHE him. The man died too quickly for my liking. But I am currently at an emotional but productive mode in my Mizu x Reader fanfic. I needed to vent some writing. I just needed to write somethings to hurt myself, so now I would like to share my pain. I kept this one vague but clear cause certain parts would likely be in the fanfic. So please bear with its corniness and i do hope you enjoy and share some thoughts at the comment section how to make Mikio's suffering a bit more satisfying

Pairing: Mizu x Reader

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

You know she deserves to be happy. There was no reason for her to continue her vengeance now that her mother was actually alive and now has been encouraging Mizu to leave your debt and settle down with the man her mother had found that will surely provide for her.

Not that Mizu was not cared for in your home, with a small dowry left by your deceased father and the a simple home on a piece of land from your husband who worked tirelessly to own for your future before circumstances decided to rob you of the life that you could’ve had with him let alone have a child of your own.

After coming to terms with things, you swear to never love any other man than your husband. But the tides of fate didn’t really like that.

You were on your way home when you found a wounded Mizu on your way. Lucky enough, your place was near when she came stumbling in your arms clutching her bleeding side. In your home, you treated her, fed her and provided her all the necessary things to hasten her recovery despite her constant attempts to deny any more further gestures.

Your persistence rivaled hers and she can’t really do anything than just accept it if she wants to continue her quest for revenge. But she days go by and she can finally function properly, the closer she has become to you. Of course you already knew that she was a woman, tending to her wounds did require you to have her lay bare before you while under unconsciousness. But her eyes, a part of her body that she has come to hate as it was the most visible defect of how she is immediately considered as a monster. You were no stranger to being cast aside so you know how to provide her the right words and comfort.

From that point on, she’s been your constant company either at your small plantation or someone to share food on the dining table. With her harsh childhood and upbringing, Mizu’s cold exterior was very hard but once you do reach her, she is as gentle as a spring water bathing you in in cold warmth under a harsh sun.

“You know that I’ll leave as soon as I reach recovery,” she said with a frown as she sat across from you from the entryway. The evening was young but the skies were burned by a millions suns from eons away and the full moon lingering among them. You looked at her as she did as well, there was a hint of sadness in her icy blue eyes.

“I know, and I will not force you to stay, if this path is what you need to find peace at the end of your road, then do so. Just know that when you’re ready to find your peace, my doors are open to your company,” you offered a smile, one that she did return. One that had you marveling at it all throughout the night.

You haven't come to terms with your feelings with Mizu for quite a while and believed that you really cared for platonically. She has found a great friendship with you and you to her.

As a ‘friend’, you were lucky enough to be there at the small ceremony. Mikio didn’t want anything to do with her and denied any act of consummating their union. But Mizu didn’t worry much as you have provided a great company. Cracks to your resolve showed when you had succeeded to provide Mizu an opportunity to create connection with her husband. You had encouraged her to try approaching the man and keep in mind how persistent he is with that one particular horse he has been taming for days in your observation. Soon, Mizu was having a small conversation with Mikio while you watched.

Watching Mizu’s rough demeanor crumble so easily in his presence was infuriating, an emotion you quick to shut out. Guilt tripping was made easier upon having small conversations with Mizu’s mother who Thanked you for being there for Mizu and helping her create a relationship with Mikio.

“Now that she’s out of your hair, you can finally find a husband as well, your still you my dear,” Mizu’s mother trails, but your attention was on the couple emerging from the green hills riding a horse along the orange horizon. Your eyes on Mizu, laughing, so free. An expression you never once got from her.

The final realization of your love for her was followed by a tsunami of heartbreak as you watched her capture her husbands lips in a kiss by a big tree that you came passing by. You watch her submit to his touch, lifting her legs off the ground and press tender kisses on her neck. You hid by a tree, back against it. You stare up the orange skies as you feel every thing inside you tear itself apart.

A/n: I Just needed to feel pain.

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai imagine #blue eye samurai x reader #angsty #angst

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Lucifer x gn! Seraphim! Reader

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy reading this

In the early days of Heaven, the very early days, there was an Archangel that lived up in the white clouds. The most beautiful creation to ever exist, God’s favorite son; Lucifer.

Lucifer was known to be the most angelic creation out there. His face was so beautiful with was almost painful to look at, and his voice made even the most ugliest of harmonies sound pure. His creations and ideas were large and powerful, and he strived to make his dreams happens.

Lucifer, being the head Archangel, barely had time for himself with all holy duties he had to fulfill. His main purpose was to carry out his Father’s will, and he did its so perfectly. But, even God himself knew that if there was on heavenly creation he made time for it was for his (Y/N).

(Y/N) was a Seraphim, just a step under Sera. They was made for the sole purpose for Lucifer, God knowing how lonely he could get. So when God made his favorite son a friend as a gift, Lucifer held this gift close to his heart.

Currently, Lucifer was sorting through some scrolls. He made sure all of the facts and notions on the parchment were correct before rolling them back up and throwing them in a pile. As he zoned onto his work, his ear perked up at the quiet sound of the door opening and closing, smirking as he heard a restrained giggle from a familiar voice.

Pretending to not notice, he continued with his work with a smirk on his face, only feigning surprise when he felt someone jump on him. “Oh!” He gasped, ‘accidentally’ loosing his balance and making the two tumble over, the familiar Seraphim laughing in surprise as she landed on his back.

Sliding off him, (Y/N) smiled wildly as Lucifer turned over to look at him. “Did I get you?” They asked through giggles.

“Oh, you most certainly did angel.” He hummed, sitting up to face them. “And what was the purpose of this visit?”

“You’ve been working all day, Luci.” They sighed, frowning a bit. “I’ve missed you, and Sera was becoming boring. She always gives me the minuscule tasks.”

“Well that’s because you’re still learning, my dear.” He sighed, placing his hand on her arm. “Compared to Sera, you’re much younger. But one day, you’ll get the big jobs, like me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” They snickered, the two standing up. Lucifer sighed as he looked up at them, a smile on his face. They were definitely taller than him, with them being a Seraphim, but he didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he quite enjoyed the height difference.

“How’s the weather up there, angel?”

“Funny.” They said with an eye roll. “Such a funny Archangel you are.”

“Oh, I know!” He laughed, making the Seraphim smile with glee as they touched his arm.

“Tag, you’re it!” They laughed, Lucifer gasping with fake offense.

“Oh! I don’t think so!” He yelled, flying off after her.

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“I got you!” Lucifer laughed loudly, grabbing the Seraphim’s wrist, not enough to hurt them. “You really think you could run from me?”

“I had you for a while!” They hummed, poking his nose playfully. “You’re just lucky I finally got winded.”

“Oh, I see.” He mused, the two sitting on one of the clouds below them. Lucifer sighed as he stared at the Seraphim, who was watching the beautiful clear sky up in the kingdom. He admired their tall stature and their long, soft wings. Their (h/l) locks was slicked back, him having to fight the urge to run his fingers through the tempting hair.

“Lucifer?” Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head slightly before staring at the Seraphim more attentively.

“Yes, darling?”

“Were you listening to me?” They sighed, Lucifer blushing in embarrassment. When he didn’t respond, the Seraphim chuckled. “I was asking if you knew anything about God’s newest creation?”

“Newest creation?” He asked, taken aback. With him being the head Archangel, he knew everything about what God was thinking. But he hasn’t heard anything about a new project. “I don’t believe I have, angel. So tell me, what new project has my father come up with this time? Some sort of new bird?”

“No! It’s nothing like any animal that’s down on Earth.” They explained, excitement laced in their voice. “It’s a whole new category! Sera said that they will be called ‘humans’! How splendid is that?”

“Humans, hmm?” He hummed, stroking his chin as he stared at the ground. He was still puzzled on why he wasn’t informed of this creation. Noticing his expression, the Seraphim frowned in confusion, afraid they made their dearest friend sad.

“Are you upset?”

“Huh?” He asked, looking at her and noticing her face. “Oh! No! Of course not, angel!” Then, “I’m just surprised is all. Just surprised.”

“Oh… alright then.” They replied before letting her head fall on his shoulders. The two angels sat there in a comfortable silence, watching the sun fall below the white, fluffy clouds of heaven. Little did they know is that this would be one of the last peaceful moments between the pair.

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Gasping for air, (Y/N) felt like they couldn’t fly any faster, their wings practically burning as they raced towards the courtroom. “It’s not true.” They muttered over and over. “He couldn’t! He would never. Not my Lucifer..”

Arriving at the tall golden doors, the seraphim let out a shaky breath before slowly opening them, quickly sipping into the room. Their eyes immediately landed on Lucifer, who was standing in the very center of the room with his back towards them.

She gulped as she snuck in the seats where the other Seraphim’s sat, Sera sending a look as she noticed her “sister”. The Heavenly Father sat on his high pedestal, a bright light emitting off of him as a sign of his glory and power.

“Young Lucifer, how the mighty has fallen.” His booming voice said, Lucifer staring at the ground beneath his feet. “Dost thou have no shame? You have betrayed me deeply, my son. Tempting Eve and Adam to eat the fruit of knowledge, specifically after I told them not too. And falling in love with a human soul!”

What?

That accusation made the seraphim tense up, finally noticing the woman that was down there by Lucifer as well. She was taller than him, just like they were, and she had long flowing blonde hair. Her deep colored eyes were wide with worry, holding herself by cradling her arms. The seraphim immediately recognized her to be Lilith, Adam’s failed first wife.

But surely, if Lucifer had fallen in love with this… creature, he would’s told them? But now, as they looked back on it, Lucifer didn’t tell them anything about this plan. In fact, they had to learn through the invitation to sit in the court hearing by Archangel Michael.

“How dare you fall in love with a human soul? That was not in my plan. I made you a companion, a partner, already! Was that not enough?”

‘Was I not enough?’ (Y/N) thought, biting their lip in anticipation.

“Father, please!” Lucifer let out a strangled cry, refusing to look up. Especially since he just knew (Y/N), his darling (Y/N) that he also betrayed in a sense, was somewhere in the courtroom, looking down on him just like the other angels. He could feel their loving aura a mile away.

“I have no choice.” The mighty voice boomed. “Lucifer Morningstar, I banish you from heaven!” With that decree, gasps all around the courtroom could be heard. There had never been such a thing of an angel being cascaded out of heaven before. “And that goes for your bride as well.”

“No…” (Y/N) mumbled as they stared down at Lucifer with wide eyes, holding nothing but sorrow and worry.

“What was that, (Y/N)?” The booming voice asked, a sudden spotlight on the seraphim. Everyone looked at them, including Lucifer who finally got the courage too. The young Seraphim swallowed, staring at the bright light that was God, and then Lucifer. Feeling time stop around them, (Y/N) curled their hands into a fist. When they finally got the will to pull away from Lucifer’s beautiful eyes, they looked over at Sera. The older seraphim gave them a pitiful look. Write shaking her head, silently telling them what to say. And (Y/N) understood. “Well? The courtroom does not have all day!”

“Nothing, Heavenly Father.” They said, avoiding Lucifer’s eyes as they said their next words. “I agree with your choice.”

And just like that, their friend, their beautiful Lucifer, was thrown out of Heaven.

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It had been days since Lucifer and his little “bride” was banished from heaven. Life up in the holy kingdom went on for everyone, everyone except (Y/N).

All the seraphim would do nowadays would cry. They would cry from guilt, wishing they had stuck up for their friend. They would cry from anger, feeling betrayed by Lucifer. But mostly, they would cry from sorrow, the pain of never seeing their loved one getting the best of them.

Currently, the seraphim was sitting in the clouds. They watched as the beautiful stars of heaven twinkled up in the night sky. They had always enjoyed the night, finding the bright patterns that God had made breathtaking. But yet, all they had the will to do was cry.

“You have to stop crying.” Sera’s voice said from behind them. “What’s done is done. It cannot be changed with tears.”

“Just let me mourn in peace, Sera!” They snapped, glaring at their sister. Sera, who didn’t take their anger to heart, sighed and nodded. She then disappeared, giving the young one some time to cope.

(Y/N) continued to cry, holding their knees to their chest as they stared up at the sky. Even the stars reminded them of him…

And as their tears fell on the clouds, they didn’t notice a bright light emitting in front of their feet. Well, until Seraphim (Y/N) heard a baby cry.

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Losing you

Bucky & avenger!reader

WC: 1,185

Summary: a near death experience puts things in perspective.

Warnings: near death experience (not detailed tho), mentions of injury and blood. Language!

I wrote a thing!! It’s been months since I’ve been inspired/ had time to write. Here’s a little angsty fluff.

Gif not mine.

[Masterlist]

Since you joined the team you’ve gotten along with everyone. Missions are successful at least 90 percent of the time.

For the last nine months you’ve been partnering up with Bucky. He’s damn good at his job and you get along just fine, at least when you’re on the field.

Off the field is an entirely different story.

It’s not so much that you don’t get along, it’s just you don’t hang out outside of work. The only time you ‘hang out’ is during training.

You wouldn’t consider him a friend— at least not like Sam is. Bucky is merely your teammate, your partner.

Normally Bucky is cool, calm and collected until the day you get hurt in the field.

“Star, come in.” Bucky speaks through the comms but is only met with silence so he tries again. “Agent Star, come in!”

Star is the code name Sam gave you when you joined his crusade as Captain America. He liked to joke around about his Stars and Stripes and the Sentinel of Liberty, respectively you, Joaquin and Bucky.

Bucky turns back to the last checkpoint and his body goes rigid as he takes in the scene before him. There you are laying on a puddle of blood—yours, he realizes.

He doesn’t take the time to over analyze what went down, all he cares about right now is getting you to safety.

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It’s scary to put so much on someone. To let them be your everything, he hadn’t realized that was what had happened. To him you were just his partner.

Until he almost lost you.

That’s when he realized what’s really at stake here. Not only your life, but his happiness.

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Three days, that’s how long it takes for you to wake up.

“Ow. That hurt.” You groan and hear Sam chuckle, when you bat your eyes open you see Bucky storming out of the room.

“That’s not funny, Star.” Sam says. “You scared us. How come you didn’t call for backup?”

“How long was I out?”

“Three days. And yes, he was here the whole time, barely got him to eat and shower.”

“Where’s Stripes?” You deflect and ask about Joaquin.

“Coffee run.” Sam stares towards the doorway and sighs. “Buck was the one that found you.”

“Hmm. I think he might be mad at me— you know for almost dying.”

“He’s entitled to that, you’re his partner after all.”

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Bucky never comes back to the med bay. In fact you don’t see him for weeks, until you’ve been given the all clear to go back out on the field.

You approach him silently at the gym while he’s pummeling a punching bag. Three bags already discarded after he ripped them open.

“Hey Liberty!”

“Don’t call me that. You know I fucking hate it.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Who said I was?” He turns around and you’re not ready for that tender look he gives you. A mixture of guilt that you almost died on his watch and something else you can’t pinpoint and it almost makes you think that he might actually care.

As scary as it was, almost dying put so much in perspective for you. First thing’s first, before you passed out on the field your very last thought was Bucky’s smile. That was strange…yes, he’s your partner but you were about to die and your last thought was of him not begging for help just one last smile of Bucky’s.

Secondly, it felt so off and hurtful seeing him walk out as soon as you woke up. You didn’t know why it hurt but the fact that it did meant that you wanted him there when you woke up. Or at least you expected him to be there, he is your partner after all.

You almost lost everything.

You almost lost him.

It’s infuriating how he managed to become something more than just your partner without you even realizing it. Though all your anger dissipates with the look he gives you. None of it matters when he’s looking at you and touching you so delicately.

Bucky traces a finger ever so delicately over the still fading bruise on your cheek bone.

You hadn’t realized he’d been standing so close to you. Or why the disheveled look he’s got going on looks so good on him. Has he ever looked better? Yes, but today he looks kinda hot and vulnerable, in a way that you just wanna comfort him, run your hands through his hair, cuddle the shit out of him.

Out of nowhere you grab his face and kiss him— on the lips!

“You can’t blame me for that. I almost died.”

You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise he doesn’t pull back, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Shut up, I'm still mad at you.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Ha!” You pull back just enough to slap a hand on his chest. “I knew it! You are mad at me!”

Bucky pulls you right back to his arms and rests his forehead on yours. “I’m just…I can’t lose anyone else. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. You got hurt out there, I should’ve—”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “James Buchanan Barnes it is not your fault I got hurt. I should’ve called for backup, it’s not your responsibility to keep me safe.”

“Yes it is. You’re my partner.”

“You say that like it means something else. What are you really trying to say, Sarge?”

As if the kiss you two shared hadn’t made it clear this certainly would.

“Star, you are everything to me.”

And your anger makes an appearance again, you pull away from him. “I’m finding that a little hard to believe, cause since I woke up all you’ve done is avoid me.”

“I’m just— seeing you there in a puddle of blood it fucked me up.”

“Waking up and seeing my partner walking out on me fucked me up. You were the last thing on my mind before I passed out. I was trying to call for— I was going to call for you when I blacked out. Then I wake up and see you walk out the door and never come back.”

This isn’t how Bucky pictured this moment. It should’ve gone like in the movies. You both admit your feelings, kiss and voila: happy ending. Not you angry at him, with unshed tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m an idiot that can’t handle his own feelings. But I love you. I need you to know that. I love you.” He squeezes your hands.

“That’s the thing Bubba, I love you too. So don’t you dare walk out on me ever again.”

You pull him in for a hug and you climb on him like a koala, arms around his shoulders and legs around his torso. He tells you he loves you again and assures you that he’s not going anywhere without you. “Well then, take me to my room. You owe me three weeks worth of cuddles.”

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