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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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"Ultimatum" - Zoro x Reader

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When you were a child, your parents took you to a circus. Among clowns, lions and contortionists, the one thing that stuck in your mind was a tightrope artist. She danced and tumbled 40 feet above the ground, a smile on her face. When she flew in the air, you kept wondering whether this time she would fall but your fear never came true - she didn't lose her footing, didn't lose her balance even once.

You find yourself thinking about the circus artist more often lately as you keep questioning your relationship with Zoro. On one hand, there are the lingering touches, stolen kisses and words filled with undeniable desire. But there's also his coldness and distance, the unwillingness to speak about his feelings. Whenever you're about to give up and cut your losses, accept that your little maybe-romance is purely opportunistic, Zoro pulls you right back in with seemingly no effort. He has you wrapped around his finger, no sense in denying that.

And just like that girl 40 feet in the air, you're also walking the tightrope. But contrary to the performer, you're not sure you can do it as skillfully as she did. As days turned into weeks and your relationship with the swordsman only became more confusing, you felt yourself losing balance. It feels like soon enough you'll be falling off the tightrope. And a 40-foot drop is enough to break, whether it's a bone or a heart.

The night fits your mood: cold, rain hanging in the air, wind tugging and nipping at exposed skin. The ocean and sky are in turmoil, giving you a sense of comfort - tonight, it's not only you who's fighting against themself. Does the sea also question her relationship with the shore? Does she also wonder if their fleeting, chaste kisses as waves wash the sandy beach are something more than opportunistic tenderness?

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you knock on the door to Zoro's bedroom. Shortly after, a welcoming grunt resounds on the other side.

The swordsman is lying in a hammock, staring at the ceiling above. With one hand underneath his head, he looks really comfortable. He bends his neck slightly to look at you but doesn't get up for now.

"I'm done, Zoro," you spit out a little faster than you planned. There's no point in pretending that you're not about to choke on your emotions.

The tightrope artist tumbles on the highwire.

He furrows his eyebrows. "With what?"

"With whatever it is we've got going on." It feels like a dam has broken and you find yourself unable to control the flood of words coming out of your mouth. Tears sting your eyes. "You clearly don't want anything serious and I've grown into accepting that I can't change your mind. I also can't just wait around to see if you maybe decide to settle for a relationship. I love you, Zoro, but I have too much self-respect to let myself remain just a convenience to you."

Only when you finish your monologue do you realize you're crying. Weeks of pent-up emotions, anxiety and pure, unrequited adoration you hold for that man have burst inside your chest. The sense of relief you're suddenly feeling is something of a silver lining.

She loses her balance. The audience falls silent.

But Zoro doesn't share your emotional turmoil. He returns to staring at the fascinatingly bland ceiling. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll be your boyfriend," he says in a disinterested voice.

Only static fills your mind. "What?" A question escapes you as you try to make sense of his words. "Zoro, you-"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he cuts you off. Suddenly he sits up, legs hanging over the side of the hammock. The movement makes the cot swing slightly.

You stare at his face in search of the truth that hides behind his words. Does he really think superficially succumbing to you will fix everything? Or maybe there's something else on his mind - maybe he just doesn't care what you call him.

"What I want is something authentic, not just a fling to pass the time because we're both lonely," you continue. "I have feelings for you and I can't keep pretending that I'm casual about this," you point between him and you, "thing."

The performer waves her hands around, desperately trying to find her footing.

Zoro gets up from the hammock. In a few strides, he finds himself in front of you, closer than within an arm's reach. "You're not a fling," he says decisively. You almost believe him.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "I'm not a relationship either, it seems."

He lets out an exasperated sigh. This conversation is tiring him. Maybe you're tiring him.

Zoro's dark eyes are drilling into yours. You can't help but think that he's holding back from something.

"I don't care what you name it." His voice is stern. Suddenly, the air is too thick to breathe comfortably. "All I want is you. I'll do whatever it takes. If that means being a 'boyfriend'," the mocking tone is obvious, "then so be it. I'll gladly be your boyfriend."

Truthfully, you didn't know what you were expecting when you decided to confess your feelings to Zoro but it definitely wasn't this. Then, your previous anxiety blossoms into something unbearably sweet and tender. He doesn't care what you have as long as it's with you.

"Are you serious?" you whisper. This reality seems almost too good to be true.

"Dead," he murmurs back.

Zoro presses his lips against yours. The kiss is slow and heartfelt, unlike the kisses you're used to sharing with him. Strong, desperate hands grab at your waist and hips, forcing you to follow him as Zoro walks backwards. With a creak and a thud, the two of you fall on the hammock.

The crowd cheers loudly. The dancer has regained her balance and continues the routine with even more grace and glamour in her movements.

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sugurizz · 3 months

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ── So this was an interesting ask cause it was a big, hard CHALLENGE. Just like Jaekyung's D- *Ahem* Aaanyways Jae and fluff are scientifically opposite terms. So trying to merge the two together feels more difficult than buiding a rocket. But I did it, and tried to keep HIM in character as much as I can, cause let's be honest…he has his tiny fluffy moments too...sometimes, yeah. heh. Anyways enjoy some RARE Jaekyung 'fluff' folkss.

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐊.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Just...fluff, Ig?

You stared at a gloomy, greyish sky through the huge bay window. The spacious emptiness of your roommate's apartment hit heavier in his absence. The raindrops trickled down, gradually getting thicker and louder under the thunderblasts of an imminent storm.

You did a few casual chores around the house, train of thoughts constantly derailing towards him…

− He took you in for a rather transactional reason, and you didn't particularly hate it either. You were in times of rut, torn between multiple jobs and restless days. And he needed someone who had it in them to take him, regardless of his temper and turmoil.

He had a professional to help maintain his fighter career by all means, and you had a luxurious roof over your head. And thus was your secret pact with the charming athlete.−

A louder bang shook you out your thoughts again. The storm running fiercer and wilder added to your unease. And the recurring, almost detonation-sounding noises strained your already worried heart.

You liked the rain, it even soothed you at times. But the violent thunderstorms often made you troubled, almost terrified. it brought fear and unrest in you.. some emotions and memories that you didn't like being brought back to the surface. The tall walls of the apartment resounded with louder rumbles. You cried out as you ran away, an inner instinct in you seeking a hideout narrow enough to shelter you…

____

'What are you in the damn closet for? Thought you were away.' He stared at you; curled up and shaky, holding your knees close to you chest as your hands wrapped over your ears.

You flinched at him sliding the closet door open. The chaotic noises outside had you barely notice him coming home, let alone walking on you in your hideout.

You raised your head and opened you mouth, struggling not to burst in tears. watery eyes and choked hiccups trapped in your throat, you took a deep sigh and tried explaining.

'I…got scared. I hate storms and w-was all by myself…I needed to hide somewhere.' You stuttered, face heating up with embarassment.

The timing was anything but convenient, especially with him fresh out the shower, cheeks pinkish and hair still a bit damp and messy with a towel over his shoulders.

'The heck? You a kid or something?' He huffed with a mean smirk, eyeing you down like some stray kitten on his lawn.

'Ugh. Just get out of there. I'm here anyways, the boogeyman won't eat you this time.'

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you sternly. The storm outside was still pretty audible to your ears, and so were the lightning flashing every now and then.

'I-I said I'm afraid…I'll just get out when I settle down.' You uttered, holding your legs closer to you again.

He didn't take what you said for an answer. Neither was he the type to reason with someone. Rather pulling your arm and caging you between him and the closet door sounded like the easiest way he had in mind.

'Still scared now?' He stared dead into your eyes and raised an eyebrow. You locked eyes on his, mortified, no words ready to leave your mouth.

'You're a grown woman, doc. Ya can't be sobbing because of a damn thunderstrom.'

Your head leaned forward, resting on his chest. The pent-up fear made him almost seem like a safe haven to you, and so did his overly tempting closeness against your body.

The tight muscles on his broad chest felt so warm, despite you only touching him for a couple seconds. It had your silly self almost wishing he would actually hold you tight…or even nuzzle you into his neck...

'Oi doc, let go now would ya?' He huffed with an eyeroll, turning his gaze away.

'Y-yeah…sorry.' You flinched away and shook your head, hoping he wouldn't notice the few warm tears you left on his shirt.

'Quite the scaredy cat you are.' He gave you a faint grin as you wiped your cheek.

'I'm hungry. Don't feel like cooking.' He turned around and walked out, hinting at you as he led the way towards the kitchen...

#joo jaekyung #joo jaekyung x reader #jinx #jinx manhwa #jinx mingwa #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #hana answers #hana rambles #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jjk toji

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Jake Kim x Reader: Drive

So so fluffy and indulgent.

Hitting the open roads with Jake is a blessing.

Stealing kisses at red lights, speeding along country roads, leaving your worries behind with the city.

Sunny days leads to windows down, music up. Drumming his fingers along to the music, hand caressing your knee. Aviators on, cheeky smile, singing along.

You're both in your own bubble when the rain falls. It's quieter as he navigates the road, listening to the droplets bounce off metal and asphalt. Shielding you both, your looks and words for each other and each other alone.

Sometimes you go with a destination in mind, sometimes it's the journey that matters.

You pass countless fields of multicoloured crops and farm animals. Occasionally pausing at a convenient spot to attempt to pet a cow or horse. You squeal and flinch and Jake rolls his eyes fondly.

Jake's charm extends to the roadside ajummas selling seasonal snacks, leaving them blushing and giggling like schoolgirls. You reap the rewards, munching on ripe and juicy fruits as Jake winks at you.

Inevitably stopping for roadside viewpoints, snapping memories together. You smiling no matter the weather, Jake looking like you hold all the answers to the universe.

Quick breaks at roadside cafes. Longer ones in tourist towns, peering through shop windows. Laughing and daydreaming about what it would be like to live away from the bright lights of Seoul.

You follow where the roads go.

Rolling hills, as far as the eye can see. Lakes and forests, mountaintops shrouded in clouds. Horizons beckoning with promises of adventure.

But no view as breathtaking as the man besides you.

Some roads leads to beaches. Feeling the sand between your toes. Running and laughing as Jake chases, threatening to throw you in the sea.

Hiking through woods and tree lined paths, where the branches hide the sky. Magical, serene. You walk hand in hand with each other looking for a perfect picnic spot.

Others lead to searching for a secluded spot to park. Besotted and lovedrunk, in desperate need of privacy to explore each others bodies.

You are unashamed with the way you watch him as he drives. The sunlight highlighting his handsome features. Jake knows. He preens under your soft gaze and attention.

When the moon chases the sun across the sky, you admire him instead from the neon glow of the electronics and streetlights.

At night it becomes more subdued. The air hangs heavier. A drive becomes a need to clear his head and escape.

During these hours you're the one carrying the conversation, until the strained veneer breaks and his shoulders are no longer taut with tension.

But you gladly take the sullenness with the joy.

The deep conversations, whispered secrets, inane questions, silly hypotheticals, inside jokes. The tears, the pleasure and everything in between.

Even the bickering when the GPS leads you astray.

You treasure each moment, your own piece of sacred heaven.

#sigh #ptj really pulled out all the stops with jake kim #my softest most indulgent shit is reserved for jake kim #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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moris-auri · 10 months

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Blossom on the tree (you know how I feel)

Pairing(s): Aemond x ofc (Ylva Snow)

a/n: little mod!au bit :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW/18+

The rain pelted the windows of the campus in gusts, sounding like pings of ice on the glass, the sky beyond it gloomy and black.

It was distracting, but not so much as the sight in front of her. She hadn’t been able to concentrate for the past hour, her thoughts so conveniently locked on the walking distraction that was her boyfriend.

Aemond’s tall, 6’ frame stood in her periphery a few feet away, his head nearly reaching the top of the bookshelf as he ran his fingers over the spines with almost the same reverence he showed her. Her own bibliophile, she thought fondly, watching his back as she bit her lip and let out a low breathless sigh, head resting in the palm of her hand as she practically drooled at the way the fucking grey sweatpants clung to his hips.

She just knew Aemond could sense her eyes boring into his back as he raised his arm to reach for a book high on the shelf, suppressing a whimper when the hem of his shirt lifted a little, the maddening sliver of skin practically taunting her from across the room.

Baela’s low hisses fell on deaf ears as she kept her eyes on him, feeling like a clown at all the dirty thoughts currently running a loop through her head. Even watching him dress that morning hadn't lessened the effect they had on her.

She’d be so fucking glad once her finals were over and done with, tired and exhausted from early mornings and late nights filled with an over intake of caffeine and sharp headaches.

Baela pinched the skin of her arm, making her squeal as she rubbed the pinkened skin with her hand.

"What?" she snapped, tearing her gaze away from him to glare at her. Baela just grinned at her irritation, eyes bright and practically dancing with amusement at the sight of Ylva’s flushed cheeks and the reddened tips of her ears. “You were drooling all over your book.”

"Baela! Would you shut up-" flustered, Ylva bit her lip, twisting her head side to side to see if any of the other occupants had overheard. “For the love of-” her best friend merely snorted, grinning as she turned away.

"We're going to fail this exam because you," Baela poked her finger into Ylva's shoulder. "Can't-" she paused, biting her lip, a mischievous spark igniting in her dark eyes.

“Baela-” Ylva warned, dreading what she could possibly say next.

The last time that look had appeared on her face was months ago, but Ylva remembered it like it was yesterday, the sound of Rhaena's shrill shrieks filling the hallways of High Tide like nails on a chalkboard. Baela had dyed the ends of her sister's hair a particular eye watering shade of orange that left her twin a ball of vibrating, enraged fury in her grandmother's arms, practically spitting anger at her twin as the force of her shouting rattled the family portraits on the walls.

"...no, won't stop staring at your boyfriend's arse. You're so down bad, love."

"More studying," Baela snorted, dark eyes glinting. Ylva groaned, swiveling her head to stare blankly at the notes in front of her. "Shut up, Baela," she muttered, swatting at her and lowering her head to hide her flaming cheeks.

“Anyways,” Baela kept talking as if she hadn’t heard her, biting the end of the pen clasped in her fingers. “Me, Helaena and Rhaena are going for drinks later if you want to come.” Ylva opened her mouth, only for her teeth to clack together barely a second later as her ears picked up the faint squeak of shoes that was steadily growing louder.

“Cousin,” Aemond stilled, staring down at them, a faint undercurrent of hostility coating his voice. Ylva sighed. No matter what half-hearted attempts she made, feeling like a third unwelcome wheel in her own flat every time Baela came over, making snide comments about something or other, the bridge between them would never really be repaired.

His gaze turned from her to Ylva, the tight line of his mouth softening slightly. “I’ll see you later?” his hand brushed her back, sending sparks shooting under her skin.

“I… yeah,” she ducked her head, ignoring the smug, knowing look on Baela’s face.

She pressed her legs together at the knee, trying to ignore the growing ache low in her stomach and between her legs. She whimpered under her breath, eyes locked on him as he walked away from the table, the razor sharp grin curving his mouth up proving he knew exactly the effect he had on her. Bloody bastard.

Reddened half-moons formed on her palms where her nails dug into the skin, the sole urge to follow Aemond as he left the library growing with each step he took away from her.

Ylva lifted her head, blinking tiredly at the sound of the door being open, Aemond's blurry figure as he came through, pale hair twisted up in a knot behind his head.

Vhagar, old grumpy thing that she was, uncurled herself from her bed, back arching as she stood. Her purrs echoed loudly throughout the flat as she came slinking down the hall at the sound of Aemond’s voice, weaving and twisting her body around his ankles.

"You're still studying?" he sighed, lifting the old cat in one arm as he kicked his shoes off, bag thumping to rest on the ground by his feet.

"Yeah, this test that’s coming up...." she glanced at the light on the microwave, seeing the time illuminated in glaring blue light, then back at the mess of books and notes spread out in front of her in a haphazard mess.

"Fucking hell," she groaned, dragging her hand down her face. "I know.... I just-"

Aemond padded closer, bare feet muffled by the carpet. "Shh," he crooned, moving her hair over her shoulder as his long fingers splayed wide across her shoulders, nearly reaching down to her collarbones.

"Why don't you stop for the night?" he bent down, bending to brush a kiss to her forehead. "This test is still like a week out, Ylva. Stopping for a little bit won't hurt you."

The pen in her hand fell to the table with a clunk as she sank lower into the chair at the exquisite feeling, practically moaning at the way his thumbs rolled, digging into her skin as the stiffness in her neck faded bit by bit. "You like that?" she nodded, closing her eyes.

“Do you want me to make something?”

"No…. we'll just order takeout or something," she said offhandedly, exhaling as she rolled her head left to right as the tension faded under the heat of his hands. "Asian or Indian, you think? Or Italian?" she breathed, moaning again when he hit a knot, a flare of heat unfurling up her spine.

“Whatever you want,” he said faintly, hands moving up to press below her ears. Her eyes opened slowly when his hand stilled, resting like a weight against her neck, drawing vague shapes into her skin with the pad of his thumb.

“Aemond, you brought it up,” she protested, half turning to look up at him. She caught his hands with hers when the movement made them slide off, letting her breath ghost over them as she brushed her mouth across his knuckles. He shivered, pulse jumping as he stared down at her, eye dark.

It still took her breath away at how utterly gorgeous he was and how little she cared whether he lost an eye during his youth. That he wanted her when he could have had his pick of any girl he wanted.

He smiled wryly, tugging her up from the chair. “Aem-” her protests grew fainter and more half-hearted with each kiss he pressed to her cheeks and to the end of her nose, hand curling against her jaw. She giggled, turning brick red but making no move to pull away from his warmth.

“Shower, then food?” he murmured, running his thumb over her lip. She pulled away, seeing the content, half-relaxed look on his face. As much as he could, anyway, with wariness and caution clinging to him like a second skin.

She pushed at his chest, grinning as she spun around, reaching back to turn the edge of the page over, hearing him let out an indignant noise in the back of his throat from behind her. The sound of Vhagar’s hungry meows by their feet shattered the silence. “I’ll be up in a second after I feed your cat.” He just grunted, back to her as he loped up the stairs.

Leaving Vhagar, now sated and sleeping downstairs, she moved up the stairs, one hand on the railing, stilling with one hip cocked against the doorframe. Crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him as he moved barefoot around their room, hair loose around his shoulders and oh so conveniently without a shirt on. His head turned towards her at the sound of her nails scratching on the wood.

“What happened to turning the water on?” she teased, warmth flooding her at the way he flushed, color staining his cheeks as he mumbled something incoherently under his breath.

His eye widened, pupil dilating and contracting when she curled her hands in the waistband of her leggings, her eyes on his as she slipped them down her legs, savoring the way he swallowed, tongue swiping across his mouth. “You-”

"You think I'll let you tease me like this, at no cost?" Ylva couldn’t help but laugh at the unamused, desperate expression on his face, as she twisted away from his grasping hands.

“What are you going to do about it? Hmm?”

"Ylva..." he lunged towards her, quick as a cat chasing a mouse, pulling her flush against him. His fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted his head, meeting her gaze only briefly before seizing her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her previous tiredness seemed to slough off of her, a tangle of teeth and tongue as she kissed him back eagerly.

She could almost count every pale freckle dotting his cheeks; could practically count every eyelash on his eye as he stepped further into the cradle of her hips. Her fingers brushed the ridge of his cheek as she pushed a loose floating lock of his pale hair behind his ear as she combed her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails against the back of his neck the way she learned he liked.

Anticipation began to course through her, desire sparking a fire low in her stomach. His hands slipped under the bottom of her shirt, stilling on her sides. "You're a tease-" she breathed, nipping at his neck.

She slid a finger under the chain she'd given him months ago for his birthday, dragging his head down to slant her mouth to his as he loomed over her, her legs instinctively lifting to curl around his waist.

"So fucking needy." Aemond chuckled, the sound unfurling down her spine. Her back arched, mouth opening as his hand rolled the peak of her breast between thumb and forefinger.

"That’s your doing," Ylva mumbled, warmth building between her thighs as she tugged insistently at the waistband slung low on his hips, nails sliding over the bumps of his spine. "You and these fucking thrice-damned sweatpants have been driving me mad all day." He was like a drug, intoxicating and addicting, always leaving her wanting him with a desperate ache pulsing between her thighs, the taste of him lingering on her tongue.

Despite the spaciousness of the bathroom, it'd never felt as cramped and crowded as it did then, the silence broken sporadically by breathless huffs of laughter and moans as clothes formed a puddle around their feet.

Feeling like putty in his hands, she tightened her legs around his waist, grasping his jaw as she kissed him. “Start the water?” she panted, licking a stripe up his neck.

“Not if you keep this up,” he rasped, hands tightening on her hips.

The sound of water hitting the marble tiles exploded in her ears a second later. Steam from the heated water curled like smoke around Aemond’s tall lanky frame as she stepped in behind him.

A stream of moans slid from her mouth as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her throat, the combination of heat from his hands and the desire unfurling like a tidal wave down her spine leaving her dizzy.

"C’mon, baby,” he murmured, pulling away to dip his head and press another open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone, fingers sliding past the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. “Say it,” he coaxed, pulling his slickened fingers away and lifting them to his mouth.

“Don’t you dare make me say it, Aemond Targaryen-“ she hissed, pushing at his stomach. He didn’t budge, chuckling as he pulled her closer.

"There's my girl," he crooned, hand flexing against her hip. A thrill ran through her at his words, sudden and sharp.

“So pretty like this,” he dropped to his knees suddenly, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, the pad of his thumb brushing over the little bundle of nerves, sending her reeling as stars burst white hot behind her eyelids.

She shuddered, grasping at his hair with both hands as his breath fanned over her already overstimulated cunt. “Christ, you’re fucking soaked,” his voice changed, going lower and deeper as his fingertips swiped at the wetness.

“Is this for me?” he slid his finger knuckle deep inside her, curling it just enough to make her squirm, choking on his name.

"Oh….. oh," she clung to him, nails digging into his skin as he entered her slowly, dragging his length in and out of her at a pace that was sure to drive her mad.

"Aemond…. please-" the noises he made against her neck flowed like the classical music she played sometimes when she couldn't sleep, trickling into her ears as he thrusted into her, his hands spread wide on the curves of her waist, the sharp snap of his hips against her growing sloppier as each second passed until he stilled completely, almost slumping against her as he spilled inside her.

Ylva slumped against him, panting, the thudding of her heart lessening with every breath she took, water dripping onto the tiles in fat noisy droplets.

His eye slid over her face, taking in her dazed expression with furrowed brows as he brushed strands of her hair from her face, his fingers cool against her flushed skin. "Can you stand?" she nodded, jerking her head up and down. Her legs ached, trembling slightly as she unwound them from around his middle, gripping his shoulders for balance.

She loosened her grasp just slightly, skimming her fingers through the fine hairs at the base of his neck, feeling like she was floating on a cloud as she smiled lazily.

Tipping her head back against the tiles, she curled her arms around the width of his shoulders. "I love you," he hummed, trailing the tip of his nose over the curve of her cheek. Despite the fact that he didn't say it often, he showed it in the quiet moments when it was just the two of them.

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leoandraphssoulmate · 3 months

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The Worst Part is Not Knowing

A TMNT Short

LeoXFem!Reader

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You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at the rain. It was coming down in heavy sheets, obscuring the street below. You sighed, wondering when it would finally let up. You were tired of the gray hazy days and long cold nights. You were so ready for the sun! To feel it on your face, your arms, your shoulders. Silently, you pressed your hand to the window, saying a silent prayer for your beloved. Nights like these made you nervous for him and his brothers. The rain made it easier for bad men to hide in the shadows. Leaving your extended family vulnerable.

You glanced at the clock on the small nightstand next to your bed. 1:00 a.m.. He was late. He normally stopped by around midnight. Your apartment was conveniently on his route back towards the lair. The cup of tea that you made him sat chilled by the window, steam no longer rising from its center. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to shove away the hundreds of negative thoughts that threatened to pull you under. You refused to believe that something had happened to him. To any of them. He must have got caught up with something. Maybe a robbery? A mugging?

You smirked to yourself, remembering how you met him, once upon a time finding yourself in an alley at the end of a gun. You remembered how calm and collected he had been when he rescued you and so very sweet. The fact that he was a 6 foot mutant turtle absolutely meant nothing to you. He was taken aback by your nonchalant attitude. So much so that he felt comfortable enough to introduce himself to you.

“My name is Leonardo.” His brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he looked you over. “But you can call me Leo.” He smirked.

Leo. The most beautiful name in the world.

Slowly, his brothers introduced themselves as well.

That was five years ago.

How time flies! Especially when you finally find where you belong. Over the course of those five years, you found yourself down in the sewers more than you ever thought possible. Leo wanted you to move in with him, but you just weren't ready. Now, staring out the window, you regretted that choice. What if something did happen? You quickly glanced at your cell. Should you call? What if he’s in the middle of a fight? Would it distract him? Making something inadvertently happen to him? Your gut twisted and squirmed. Now was the time when you really hated that Splinter didn’t have a cell phone.

Your mind whirled. Who could you call? Casey? You looked at the clock again. Would he even answer? You licked your lips, walking over to your phone. You slid your finger over Casey’s name, your breath hitching as you waited for him to answer.

“Y/N?” His sleepy voice came over the line.

“I’m sorry, Casey. I’m having a bit of a hard time.” You explained.

“What’s going on?” He asked, more alert.

“It’s Leo. He’s late. He’s never late!” Your emotions began spiraling out of control.

“Hey, Y/N! Calm down, hun! I’m sure he’s ok! I haven’t heard anything from the guys. I’m sure they’d call if he wasn’t ok.” He said, his words soothing your mind. “I’d call you if that ever happened.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I didn’t think about that.” You said softly.

“Tell you what. Let me give Raph a call and I’ll call you back. Ok?” He said.

You nodded. “Yeah. Ok. Thank you, Casey.”

“Sure thing! Be right back!” He hung up, a buzzing sound filling your mind as you pulled the phone away from your ear.

Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your phone, your eyes fixed on the time. 1:30am.. You squeezed your eyes shut, intense dread filling your gut. “Please be ok!” You whispered harshly. You were definitely going to insist that you at least be able to text him while they were out on patrol from now on! There’s no way your heart could handle another night like this! Your hand absentmindedly squeezed your phone as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Come on, Casey!”

“Hey.” Leo’s voice suddenly drifted across your bedroom.

You instantly stood, your phone falling to the floor as you locked eyes with him. “Leo.” You whispered.

He took a few steps toward you, the base of his shell dripping as he left wet footprints on your carpet. “I’m sorry I’m late, Y/N.”

You thought you’d be angrier at him, that you’d sling a few biting remarks, but the truth was, you were just glad he was there and most importantly that he was OK! You shook your head slightly, a few tears falling down your cheeks. Without another word you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around him, your pajamas soaking up the rain from his plastron. Leo sighed, wrapping his arms around you as well as he kissed the top of your head.

“We need to come up with a better arrangement.” You said as you pulled back to look up at him.

“I agree. Does this mean you’ll move in with me?” He smirked.

“Among other things.” You sighed, leaning up to kiss him. Just behind you, your phone dinged. You didn't need to look to know it was Casey texting you that Leo was in fact quite alright.

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#tmnt #tmnt leo #tmnt leoxreader #tmnt fan fic #tmnt fan fiction #tmnt reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt au #tmnt raph #leoandraphssoulmate #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt reader insert

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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Darkest Disires

Pairing: Sinister strange x fem reader

Word count: 3k words

Summary: y/n falls through a portal through a series of misfourtunate events, eventually leading to him.

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“So how did it go?” Your best friend's voice sounded hopeful through the speaker of your phone as you walk down the busy street.

“I’m bringing the good bourbon to your place.” You sigh

“Oh dear, was he that bad?” Her tone saddened

“Elouise he asked me if I would spit or swallow twenty minutes in. Where do you find these guys?”

“My boyfriend recommended him!”

“The boyfriend who hates me.” You add sarcastically

“He does not hate you!”

“Uh huh, so finding a reason to be busy whenever I’m around isn’t hating?” You step into the convenience store.

“He has a busy job! And its not his fault your still moping about your college boyfriend. Come on that was eight years ago!”

“You don't get it, he was good” you emphasised on the good

“Yeah and now he’s a superhero i get it.”

“Whatever” you chuckle

You hear mumbling in the background and Elouises breath shortens “Y-y/n?”

“Yup what's up.” You ask leaning your phone to your shoulder whilst you tap your card on the reader and bagging the bottle.

“Where are you?” She worriedly asked

“Whole foods getting the bourbon, why?” You begin to become confused over her sudden panic.

“T-the one on seventh street?” You didn’t pay any attention to her voice, the sight of people running and screaming tore you away. You dropped your phone running to the window to find a huge octopus-like creature tearing a bus apart.

“Holy shit!” You shout rushing onto the street, avoiding the metal smashing through the windows. You notice the young girl running through the debris dodging each car that almost seemed to be targeting her. “Hey! Over here!” You shout coaxing her to hide in the alleyway with you. She complies and you grab her hand rushing through the panicked crowds.

“This way!” The girl pulled you along and the monster let out an ear piercing streak. You turned back to see

“Oh my god, look its Doctor Strange!” You pull the girl towards him. “He’ll stop it, he helped fight thanos.” Your optimism was misplaced, the monster whacked him through a coffee shop window and made a b-line straight for you.

“Oh shit.” You both yell, the monster lunges and wraps its tentacles around you, spinning you upside down and glaring at you with its great big eye. It exams the girl and shrieks at the sight of her. The girl scream and her eyes light up and a whole shaped like a star opens below you. The monster roared once again, the girl was dropped as an orange blade cuts through its tentacle. In the pain the monster raises you higher before freeing you to grab the girl once again.

You dropped clinging onto a tentacle, the star shaped portal looming closer by the second. Your grip began loosening and with a final struggle the tentacle was struck from your grasp, the world began to slow as you fell through the portal only to be held back by a rough yet familiar grip.

“Y/n?” Stephen knelt over the portal trying to pull you free

“Uh hi um Stephen how are you?” You ask awkwardly pretending you weren’t hanging for your life.

“Wow it's been so long, I haven’t seen you since-

“Since you dumped me for that goth what was her name? Mandy?” You snap back

“Mindy, sorry it was a college mistake.” He grunted

“Could you erm pull me up now?” You ask complacency

“Yeah sure I-“ but once again he was knocked back, releasing you from his grip, his cloak only threads away as you fell deep into the hole spinning and smacking into various objects eventually being knocked unconscious.

You woke up lifting yourself off the cold wet floor waves or rain water rushing down the street creating waves. Your hand lifted to soothe the stinging pain emerging from your head, you looked down at your hand noticing the blood left by the impact. And then you looked up, you were home in New York, but it was different. The sky was dark and buildings crumbled away as they clashed into each other, the streets were emptied, littered with papers and old dollars from the universe that once was. You walked down the street avoiding cars as they floated around you, the seasons changed unnaturally switching from storms to snow then storms again. It was strange, watching as the once humming city dissipated into a shore with one lonely building slowly fading into particles at the coast line. It was Doctor Strange's sanctum, maybe Stephen could help you, maybe he was here too.

You cautiously approached the house before pushing open the heavy door revealing a never ending staircase towering over the ocean. You followed the steps, growing ever so closer to the summit noticing how the railings became more used and dusty the closer you got. You began to hear the muffled sounds of what seemed like a piano, a tune radiated from the top, it was sad and lonely but beautiful in its own way, your foot stepped down causing the stair to creek. The music ceased and you held your breath as heavy foot prints loomed closer. A familiar figure blocked the dim candle light as it stood proudly at the top, it was Stephen but he was different. His cape was missing and his robes were darker with leather padding his shoulders, he daunted many belts wrapping tightly around his waist and his goatee was loose and more deranged than the one you saw earlier. His hair was nowhere near as tidy with loose strands following his sharp cheekbones. He stood hands behind his back looking down at you.

“Y/n? Is that you? After all these years?” he stepped down edging closer down the steps towards you.

“Stephen? Is that you? You look, different.” your words stopped him in his tracks.

“How did you get here?” his tone became more defensive, and his hand clutched the book chained to his side.

“I fell through a hole, well technically you dropped me.” you say watching the way his dark blue eyes examined you.

“You’re from a different universe. How?” he stepped closer tilting his head as he examined you.

“I- I don’t know, there was this girl, she screamed and then the portal opened.” you gulped he was now inches away from you, still above you but you could see him more clearly now. The way his eyes looked tied and afraid of you? And the way his robes tightened particularly around his biceps, he looked the same but you could tell he was different, almost sinister.

“You’re hurt, come with me.” he reached out your hand and you took it. It was cold yet soft, the hands of a musician. He led you up the stairs revealing the darkened room littered with cobwebs.

“You don’t get out much do you?” you asked, noticing the piles of compositions and books littering every dusty surface.

“Incursions are dangerous, it's better to stay here. No matter how horrible this place is.” The most prominent thing was the vortex spinning in the main hall pulling in the particles being lifted from the building. “Here” he used his magic and pulled a chair towards you, gesturing to sit down.

“So how did you know me? Well I guess the other me.” You asked as he began tending to the cut on your forehead.

“College ex.” He said bluntly

“Oh right, yeah. Mindy” you mutter

“No, Mike. In this universe i loved you more than anything and you left me for a guy called mike.” He complained applying slightly too much pressure.

“Oh, well in my universe its the other way around. We were fine then it-“ he cut you off

“Just wasn’t meant to be.”

“That's what you said” you both added. The feeling was strange, he was the same man only he wanted to be with you, just like you had with your stephen.

“So you wanted to be with me?” You pressed on

“More than anything, you were.” He paused and wiped a loose strand of hair from your face “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as they blushed. You weren’t seriously crushing on a guy you met literally 30 minutes ago are you?

But he wasn’t a new person, you dated for 3 years he was the same but different in the best way. And now that man's eyes were staring deep into your own, and his lips where looking so delicious.

“So i saw you became a surgeon then.” You break your trance with an obvious question

“Don’t change the subject y/n” his voice rattled you so deep and seductive. “We may be from other universes but you can feel the spark can’t you?” The candles around you bursted with light as they ignited. His breath loomed closer acomaning his lips. His scent engulfed your nose pulling you in and finally his lips were on yours. A groan bellowed from his throat clashing with the moan that escaped from you as your hands ran through his dark hair. Your hands latched onto his robes as you got up,l lip’s still locked he pushed your back to the piano brushing of the papers as he lifted you onto it, removing your clothes leaving only you lingerie for him to admire.

“So do you fuck any girl you come across.” You pulled away questioning him through your breaths.

“Never, just you. It's only you.” He bit his lip as he went in for another kiss, this time travelling down down to you breast and almost ripped through your bra. He livked one whilst his hand tightly but gently grasped the other switching sides making sure nothing was neglected. He spent his time working on your breasts until he felt your hand on the back of his head edging him to go further and he followed with his lips trailing down to your soaked folds.

Your body quivered as you felt his breath loom closer to your sex, his tongue entered first pushing its way into you in and out whilst his hands worked on your clit.

“Oh fuck stephen, i- yo-“ his skill left you speachless, your thighs twitched as the feeling you desired most loomed closer building in the pit of your stomach. He groaned and vibrated through you at they joy of feeling you grip his hair tighter. His purrs set you off, the know tightening, the fireworks bursting. This is what all those dates were missing, the feeling of joy and passion, the feeling this stephen was giving you.

“Look at you, drunk on lust and I haven’t even fucked you yet, luckily you’ll be here for eternity. I will be able to fuck you in every way possible.” He knelt up and you pulled his lips to your still being able to taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands slid down his robes feeling his hardened cock beneath them, it was- he was big. You looked up at him and he looked down on you “what's wrong won’t be able to fit it in” he hissed sharply.

“I have wanted this for a while, as if a little pain would set us back,” you sharply replied, arching your hips against his own and proudly grinned when he released a soft groan, his composure dipping momentarily to make way for the man you knew was touch-starved beneath.

Strange roughly grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him, his other hand curling two fingers beneath your chin and forcing you to meet his eye. “Do not be smart with me,” he sneered, watching your eyes flash with arousal at the dominant tone in his voice, “i wish for this to be enjoyable for the both of us.”

“So enough talking,” you replied quickly, spreading your legs wide to entice him, “fuck me.”

His expression darkened and the grip he had on your thigh only strengthened as he pulled it up to wrap around his waist, his eyes boring into yours as he withdrew his cock from the confines of his robes and nudged the tip against your dripping entrance. “So wet for me,” Strange smirked, watching as your eyebrow twitched and you mouth fell open as he inched in bit by bit and he took pleasure in pulling out only to thrust back in harshly, smirking at the yelp of pain and pleasure that it released from your throat.

It felt bigger now that he was inside you. The hard mass weighted between your walls slowly driving you mad as Strange continued to study your expressions, taking pleasure in your frustration of him not moving. He stood there relishing in the feeling of growing harder by the minute filling you even more, he leant forward nipping at your ear as his hot breath fanned across your neck.

“I won’t let you suffer anymore kitten, I’ll start slow, just this once.” He pulled back and slowly pushed his inches in before retracting and repeating again. His hands gripped your thighs tightly causing them to redden it was taking his whole strength not to let loose and you could feel it. You hand glided to his cheek, your thumb stroking the hairs of his goatee.

“Do it, I want it, I need it. I want you” his eyes widened at your confidence and you tighten your legs around his waist. His pace quickened, as he kept one arm around your waist but moved one onto the piano for grip. He pushed into you all the way to the hem, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the empty halls of the sanctum.

“You’re dirtier than I imagined, you can take more than you let on my sweet.” His voice rattled your brain. You laughed between your breaths

“Try me.” Your new confidence brought a crooked smile to his face. He pulled out and spun you around pushing himself onto your back causing you to lean over the piano, he entered from behind griping your hips and pounded into you. He curves perfectly into hitting the sweet spot you desire most.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum again aren’t you, dam baby my cock is so goodd isn’t it?” He grabbed your hair and pulled your ear close to his voice “tell me how good it is.”

“It's so good, baby. I nee- I want your cock so bad sir.”

“Mm you like it when im the boss huh? You like it when sir makes you cum?” He pushed in deeper hitting that spot harder and harder taking one hand to leave a burning pain on your ass which you loved.

“Fuck sir hit me again, I’m gonna. I’m gonna-“ the knot tightened as you came around his cock. You tightened around him causing him to groan as his pace quickened even more, his hand moved from your ass to your clit rubbing it causing a sensation to ripple through your nerves.

“Fuck you feel so good, gonna make me cum all over you.” He pushed you down pulling his cock from you, just in time before his white ropes spilled across your back. He beant over you for a moment panting behind you as he moved your hair from you back allowing him to wipe it clean with his purple magic.

“That got out of hand quickly.” You laughed through your breaths as Stephen handed you your clothes.

“Yeah well that tends to happen around here.” He put the book down he had previously guarded and began flicking through the pages. You looked around noticing how damaged this world truly was, watching cars and buildings being sucked into the vortex

“What happened here?” You asked, Stephen didn’t look at you as he continued flicking through pages

“Someone caused an incursion, and this world began collapsing in on itself. I- I couldn’t stop it. And now its just me.” His hand smoothed out a paper in the book.

“What are you reading?” You ask, peering from over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be here, I need to find a way to send you back. Its not safe here its- I’m dangerous.” He turned to you and his soul was lost, he was lonely.

“What if i don't want to leave?” You grabbed his hand “It's not exactly like we don’t get along, and I’m not really leaving anything behind.”

“You can’t stay here y/n, what about your mum?” You forgot he knew you but he must have forgotten your mum was all you had and whatever relationship you had was long gone

“You mean the mum who tried to sell me for a six pack when i was twelve?”

“Right- what about your friend what was she called uh. Ellie?”

“Elouise” you correct “well she’s getting marand has made it her life mission to set me up with someone. I was actually on my way back from a date.” You explain

“Are you sure you want to stay? Its not exactly like there’s anything to do here.”

“Well” you traced your hand up his chest “there is you.” He raised his brow and nodded

"Indeed but we cannot spend most of our time attached in the throes of pleasure, y/n," he replied with a soft smile, one that looked almost alien on the face of the variant that had seen too much.

"No," you replied, your fingers delicately tracing his robes, "why would I go home and see the Stephen I knew with someone else when I can stay here with the Stephen that feels the same about me?"

“Well then my dear, i truly hope you don’t mind getting right to it, I’ve been here alone far to long and that window has far better uses than a brooding corner.” He pulled you towards it.

“Like what?”

“Y/n my dear, i want to fuck you against it.”

And that was the day you knew a college crush turned out to be more than just a desire, even your darkest desires couldn’t come up with some of the things he was going to do to you. But you were always one for being open minded.

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A/N: My god it feels good to write smut again, had to take a break from the series but the next chapter should be out by the end of the weekend but i wont make any promises XD. if you liked it a reblog would be great, and if you didn't let me know how i can improve. Thanks for reading :)

#sinister #sinister strange #sinister stephen strange #dr stephen strange #dr strange x you #stephen strange x reader #Spotify

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5talis · 6 months

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Cry with Me

soobin x fem!reader

Genre: [angst] Word count: 950+

No one really asked how you were. You have been hiding to yourself, shooing your emotions away. It had always been that way. You even thought that this was better. But when Soobin showed what love is and asked you about your day, your emotions overflew. You didn't know how to handle your emotions. And he couldn't just keep comforting you forever. So, he drew the boundary.

Since then, it has been a grueling month. You wake up, getting yourself ready for yet another mundane day. You felt dead, doing things just for the sake of doing it. No purpose, no passion.

Yet you overwork yourself day and night. Because if you weren't busy, you weren't sane. You felt like you would be engulfed by emotions in any passing second. So, you worked and worked till you felt numb.

Your health was deteriorating with the lack of proper food and rest. But tirelessly working made you forget it all. Maybe you were able to ignore your health. But others couldn't. Hiding physical problems like your mental issues isn't the same. You tried working sick and all but your coworkers sent you home. They thought they helped you by sending you home. But you could testify one day if someone cared to ask, they only amplified your pain. This home you once shared with Soobin, haunted you with memories.

You two used to walk out at night. He wouldn't let your hands get cold, ever. He would rub your hands and tuck them into his pockets. You two used to cuddle on your bed. His legs would be intertwined with yours, always. His hands would go around your waist, rubbing his warm hands on your back. He had a habit of sitting on the floor beside the sofa. He would rub your feet with his hands while you played with his hair, watching anime together.

You get yourself out of that house walking to a convenience store. You grab all the medicine you know, painkillers, paracetamols, antibiotics anything to fix you, get you to work or finally just fucking kill you

It started pouring as you slowly trudge yourself home. You soak in the rain feeling cold and sharp droplets dig into you. Your tears disguises itself as the rain. It really hurts being alone. You couldn't take this emptiness anymore. An emptiness dug up with the imprint of Soobin in your heart. You felt dead, desperate for Soobin. You wanted to text him multiple times, call him, let your pride go and just beg him to come back. But you didn't. He left you for a reason. You were unworthy of love, undeserving of Soobin.

You see a tall figure walk into your view. Were you hallucinating? "Y/N..." That voice. A very familiar voice. He was holding an umbrella, he was Soobin. You open your mouth agape in disbelief. What was he doing here at this time? His doe eyes catch yours.

His doe eyes catch you drenched, your clothes sticking to your weak body, water dripping from your hair stuck to your forehead. His eyes catch your tears trying so hard to hide and mix in with the rain.

He slowly walks towards you, gets you under his umbrella. "Y/n.." You could feel his breath. You couldn't gather the courage to look up into his eyes. There was only an umbrella in the few inches between you and him, making it hard for you to hide your pathetic state in the beautiful rain. "Let's find a shade, y/n."

He closes the umbrella as you both stand in front of a small shop. You bite your lip trying to stop the overwhelming feeling. He offers a napkin. "Y/n, you should dry yourself." "Thank you but the napkin's going to be drenched. You won't be able to carry it anymore." He shakes his head, subtly. "That's not a problem." It is a problem Soobin. Your eyes were watering just from his voice. It took all your energy to keep composure, you just couldn't accept the napkin.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I-I will just do it for you." He holds your wrist, slowly wiping off your hand with the napkin. You wanted to resist, you really wanted to. Yet you didn't as he slowly wiped your hands. It was his warm hands. You missed him, his touch so much. It hurt. It was pathetic. He noticed your cold hands, wanted to give in to the habit of rubbing it and tucking into his pockets. But there was a wall, a boundary. He tries drying your head, your eyes. You really couldn't hold it in anymore. He cups your cheeks in his hands, making you finally face him. Your tears flow through his hands. "Y/n, I miss you." He sniffles, his eyes tearful, his teeth biting into his lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, holding his hands on your cheeks. You couldn't see him cry. "Y/n, please look at me. Don't ignore me please." His voice cracks. No please Soobin. You couldn't handle it. "Y/n please don't close off to me. I can't lose you. I was selfish. I left you. I will comfort you all day long. I can't live without you. I love you y/n, please." He pulled you to a tight embrace as you cry into his chest while he cries in your shoulder. "Soobin I love you. I-I need you I-" you keep sobbing unable to talk properly. It was such a mess. He pulls you into a kiss, desperately clinging onto you. You latch onto him, trying to fill the emptiness you felt all this time. It really felt like you wouldn't survive without him. His hands pull on your waist, pulling you unbelievably closer. Crying together feels better than swallowing all emotions alone.

By 5talis

Author's note: @rencarnationofangel @lvrsbin I hope you guys like it

#fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt angst #angst #light angst #angst with a happy ending #writers #txt soobin #soobin #choi soobin #kpop #writers on tumblr #txt post

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edosianorchids901 · 7 months

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Mercy

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "under the night sky"

In the interests of avoiding the entire Flood situation, Crawley had stayed far away from Mesopotamia for the past week. He’d taken off shortly after the rain started in earnest, before the people could start to scream and panic and beg for mercy that would not be given.

Bitterness welled, and he turned his face up to the night sky, to the stars above. Off to the south, storm clouds still shrouded the land where he’d spent so much time. Here, he could still see the realm where he’d tried to hide in the last minutes before the Fall. Where he, too, had begged for mercy.

Mercy hadn’t been given then, either. Heaven talked a big game, espousing virtues that it completely ignored. He and Aziraphale had argued about it, frequently. Those nights of arguing were one of the great pleasures of the world. Animated conversation, slicing Aziraphale’s arguments to shreds and then watching with amusement as he built up walls of denial as high as those surrounding Uruk.

Well. The walls that had surrounded Uruk, anyway. Had the floodwaters swept those away too?

They hadn’t swept Aziraphale away. Crawley could feel his presence, off to the south, dark clouds of sorrow shrouding the familiar glow of his essence. He’d been ordered to remain, to watch. Crawley hadn’t, and he’d fled. Leaving Aziraphale alone to face the storm.

“Shit,” Crawley muttered.

He cast one more longing look up at his stars, then closed his eyes and focused. He breathed out slowly, honing his attention, and snapped his fingers.

When he opened his eyes again, there were no stars. The night sky at the north end of the Zagros Mountains, above the waters of the Flood, hung dark and grey and heavy. No light could pierce those clouds. They weren’t normal clouds.

There was one light spot to Crawley’s right, though that too was darkened. Aziraphale’s white robe and curly hair, both drenched by rain and dirtied with mud. He sat on the ground, curled up, arms wrapped around himself. He was rocking slightly, back and forth, mumbling as he gazed out over the surging waters of the Flood.

Crawley followed his gaze, squinting into the drizzle. In the chaotic waves, a single dot bounced up and down. The Ark. The single group of humans in this region who had been shown mercy, even though the others weren’t really any worse than them. They were all just people, as far as Crawley was concerned.

“Looks like your boss did a terrific job on the big big storm, eh?” Crawley said, and then regretted it as Aziraphale hunched his shoulders even more. It wasn’t Aziraphale’s fault, really. He was just in the line of fire, a convenient target for all the bitter anger welling inside Crawley.

With a long exhale, Crawley battled the anger back into submission. Sure, he could take it all out on Aziraphale, could tear into him for every shitty thing Heaven had done, and probably win every argument by a mile right now. But what good would that do? It wouldn’t be fair.

Instead, Crawley sat beside him in the mud and reached out. He pried Aziraphale’s plump fingers out of their current position, clenched hard on the white robe, and rubbed his hand. “You’re bloody freezing, angel. Why are you still out here?”

Aziraphale didn’t answer at first. Did he even know Crawley was here? Or had he just gone into shock over all this fucking destruction, over the horror that Crawley had run away from?

But then Aziraphale blinked, hazel eyes sliding to Crawley for a moment before returning to the bobbing, pitiful sight of the Ark. “I-I’m doing my job. I was tasked to watch.”

Anger rose again, this time on Aziraphale’s behalf. “They didn’t mean you had to stare at the Ark around the clock, did they? Gonna get sick if you stay in the rain for… however long it’s gonna take for this to go down.”

“Angels can’t get sick,” Aziraphale said with total confidence. Crawley had his doubts about that, especially with how bad Aziraphale was shivering. “And what are you doing here, Crawley? I thought you’d be off trying to corrupt the rest of humanity. Isn’t that what you want?”

Crawley opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked up at the night sky again, the dark looming clouds. “Nh. Enough darkness in the world right now. I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“What?” Aziraphale turned fully towards him this time, eyes wide and startled. “Why?”

Because watching out for Aziraphale had become a job of sorts for Crawley, one that he could be proud of. One that he actually wanted to do. When he was helping Aziraphale with something, be it a stained robe or a misunderstanding with the locals, he felt good about himself.

But saying anything like that would probably start a different argument about whether demons could care about anyone, and Crawley didn’t have the heart for it right now. So instead of answering, he just squeezed Aziraphale’s hand, drew out his wings, and spread one of them to shelter Aziraphale from the rain.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

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levmada · 1 year

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one of my headcannons for levi is that he’s secretly afraid of thunderstorms. it only reminds him of losing isabel and farlan. they’re loud and it’s simply not something he’ll ever grow accustomed to. sure, he’s seen and heard much worse on the battlefield but thunderstorms while never fail to make him shiver.

him just distancing himself whenever it storms to a quiet space, spacing out.. trying to cope with the haunting memories that come flooding back to him with each strike of lighting.. 😭

goddd yes i’ve incorporated that exact thing into so many of my fics. it’s real. Levi was probably set on hating thunderstorms even before he lost Izzy and Furlan bc the constant rain hammering against every wall and the ceiling was stifling. the gusts of wind and the possibility of a branch coming crashing down. Levi does NOT understand why lightning has to exude… light, why it flashes or why it zig-zags, and he’s heard horror stories about people being struck by it. not to mention the way the sky explodes with thunder right after - sometimes shaking the floor’s foundations. and it’s just a loud startling sound which does not mix with someone like Levi.

after he loses his friends, he not only despises thunderstorms, but it’s a complete phobia. he’s afraid of thunderstorms in the way that he would push through whatever duties need to be done during, but in that hollow, distant state of mind that practically puts everything on auto-pilot, including his mind. Levi thinks erroneously that he’s a fucking grown man, and much less the strongest, so he shrivels up at the idea of hiding under covers or god forbid taking extra care of himself on days where it storms - bc he simply doesn’t take care of himself period.

he doesn’t want to put up with anyone, and he has an even lower tolerance to bullshit than usual. his temper is short because that’s how him being overwhelmed and - he had to admit - “intimidated” manifests.

ironically, a late night thunderstorm would be easier for him to put up with, because at least then he can convince himself that hiding under covers is simply convenient. his breath hitches with each stroke of lightning, and the rain is like a constant battering at the edges of his mind. silence and darkness are his friends at that point. it’s one of the only times he would feel half-okay waiting the storm out underground.

i even think, for the first few years after that day, there’s a quality of PTSD to Levi’s state of mind during thunderstorms. he’s sort of stuck in place when he has things he needs done, like a deer in headlights. even showering or changing out of his uniform. he feels everything he has compartmentalized or buried deep inside him boil over, like he’s back in that exact moment of coming upon Isabel’s lone head. remembering the dull, dead shade of green compulsively has him tearing through his closet for one of his cloaks and staring at its rich tone to get rid of that image in his mind. it’s irrational, and he’ll later consider whether or not he’s lost some of his sanity because of his own mistakes and find that a fitting punishment, but that’s the way he has to cope sometimes, even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else.

he hates himself for not understanding his own mind. the fear is pathetic, he thinks. no one understands what the slime on Furlan’s hand felt like when Levi yanked him free, or the way Levi’s stomach dropped to his feet when only half of him came out. no one heard Isabel say his name, and not finish it. no one knows his rage. and there is no lonelier feeling than that.

#levi angst #aot angst #snk headcanons #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman angst #aot drabbles #levi drabble #levi ackerman drabble #levi.thoughts

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totentnz · 5 months

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johnny has ptsd from his time in the war while v has ptsd from her time living in gang territory

johnny wakes up in a cold sweat one day but this time he wasn't hiding behind some sand bags in the trenches, instead he hid behind a bench in heywood he and v walk past every day.

he didn't dream about walking across the battlefield as the mud is squishing below his boots and rain falls on top of his beret, this time the floor is the concrete of the industrial district in nc. as he is scanning the bodies littering the ground he is looking for - but not hoping to find - the dead bodies of his friends, they arent wearing uniforms but civilian clothing, he finds who he was looking for and there isnt a dogtag to tear from the body - a childhood friend who swore he would get out - instead he collects the gun the poor guy is still holding onto

he is sweating as bullets fly past him and it never seems to end, he is confused when the girl next to him - just as afraid and shaking as himself - begins to speak spanish but he realises that he isnt in nicaragua this time around, he is covering behind the convenience store counter he only entered to buy some mouthwash

#sammy says shit #i think about that a lot actually #i know this blog is also about being silly #and sometimes even fluffy #but dont be fooled #how do i even tag this #lemme now if you think of any trigger warnings bc im stupid rn #oc:v #yes ok to reblog

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mirrortouchedsea · 4 months

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Day 9

Kaname needed to get out of the rain, already feeling chilled to the bone. As much as he wanted to keep moving, the rain made it impossible to travel safely. He squinted and tried to find anywhere that might offer shelter before his eyes settled upon a mostly still standing chapel. With its roof mostly intact, it was better than any of the other dilapidated buildings around and he would be able to hang his clothes to dry somewhere inside.

Upon approaching the stairs leading to the chapel, he noticed that the doors and windows were also undamaged, at least in any way that would allow for zombies to get inside. Someone must be maintaining the small building, and all Kaname could hope for was that they would let him stay until the rain moved and maybe until his clothes dried. At most a day or two if he was lucky.

Kaname called out into the chapel but there was no response. There was a pit in his stomach, mind racing to the worst possibilities, which only got worse as he searched through the building. It looked lived in, a small cot in a room behind the altar and a shelf that looked like it held food at one point were found, alongside a small fire pit towards the back of the chapel. There was a small stash of firewood and a lighter next to the pit and Kaname briefly thought about lighting a fire to warm himself up and dry his clothes off, before realizing he could barely start a fire on his own. The past few weeks he had eaten mostly cold foods that didn’t need to be cooked and relied on blankets and clothing he came upon to keep him warm.

He still peeled his jacket off and laid it over the back of one of the pews back in the main room of the church. His shirt, pants, and socks were also soaked but he didn’t have a change of clothes so he was stuck in them for the time being. Maybe the other person who lived here, if they hadn’t already died, would have a spare change of clothes for him. He set his bag down on the ground and laid in one of the pews.

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The sound of footsteps approaching woke Kaname from his sleep. His immediate reaction was to fight back, sitting up and springing forward at the body in front of him, hands gripping at its throat ready to tear it open. The body, no, the person beneath him grabbed at his wrists and tried to pull away. Its--their hands were warm, calming Kaname down just enough to loosen his grip on their throat, but not enough to let go entirely. There was a bag of spilled food on the floor beside them.

Who are you, Kaname asked, still straddling the other figure. My name is Tatsumi Kazehaya and I am only watching after this church, the man responded. There was blood on his clothing, which Kaname only vaguely recognized as what a priest would wear. Kaname mumbled an apology and let go of Tatsumi’s throat, offering him a hand to pull him to his feet. Tatsumi smiled and accepted it before asking Kaname what he was doing here. I was just passing through and needed somewhere to wait out the rain, that’s all, will you let me spend the night? Of course, that’s why I’ve been maintaining the church, to offer shelter for the lost.

Tatsumi picked up the spilled food on the floor, likely picked over from an old convenience store or something as it was mostly junk food. Not that it was easy to come across fresh fruits and vegetables anymore. Any food was good food right now. He motioned for Kaname to follow him and finally asked for his name, which Kaname only told him his given name, deciding to listen to his brother’s advice and not give out his family name. Not yet, anyway. Kaname was generic enough to not raise any eyebrows anyway.

Kaname hated how easy it was to fall into conversation with Tatsumi. He should be keeping his guard up in case the other man was hiding his true intentions, but they ended up together by the small fire pit, Kaname’s clothes drying next to them as he warmed up in the spare set of clothes Tatsumi had given him. The knit sweater was not his style, but he couldn’t exactly turn it down unless he wanted to get sick. He already felt a cold coming on as it was, there was no need to make it worse.

Tatsumi apologized for not having any better sleeping accommodations, offering his own pillow and blanket for Kaname to use, which he accepted, though the nights would be cold and he was strangely worried about the other man getting sick as well. Kaname spent the night curled up next to the small fire pit and Tatsumi went back to his cot.

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The next day, his clothes were still damp and everything outside was muddy. Not what Kaname would call ideal traveling conditions. Tatsumi had said he could stay as long as he needed though, so another day or two would be nothing. Kaname was still wary of the other man, though after sleeping through the night without waking was a welcome change for Kaname, as nights on the road often lead to sleeping in bursts. The exhaustion in his bones was finally starting to set in and it hurt for him to sit up.

By the time he was up and moving, he was visibly wincing in pain. Tatsumi told him to sit down, he would go find something to ease the aches for a little while, but he should take it easy. Kaname obliged and laid back down, though this time on one of the pews again. But now he had time to think. Was his brother looking for him? Would it even be worth it to keep moving? What if he had already missed his brother because they were both traveling? Maybe it would be better if he stayed with Tatsumi, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about missing his brother that way.

Tatsumi came back some time later, though Kaname had lost all sense of it since everything started. Had it been a few minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter. Tatsumi knelt by him and offered him some pills and a glass of water. It’ll help relieve the pain, he said. Kaname swallowed the pills before laying back down. Tatsumi told him to just get some rest, he would take care of everything else.

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Days turned to weeks and Kaname had made himself at home with Tatsumi in the small church. The two of them would look after travelers and give them a place to sleep for the night. At some point, Tatsumi had taught Kaname how to keep their wards up, which were what protected the church and made it impossible for zombies to find. With Kaname’s name entered into the wards, he would also be under greater protection from them.

Once a week, the two of them would venture out past the church in search of food and clean water, as well as picking up anyone who needed shelter. It was on one of these weekly outings that Kaname was injured.

He still wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, he just remembered seeing something move out of the corner of his eye before jumping in front of Tatsumi and taking the hit of whatever it was. Not for nothing, Tatsumi had told him afterwards that Kaname had given him enough time to take it down, which was worth something in Kaname’s book. He had woken up just a few moments later to Tatsumi tending to his arm, covering it in bandages and saying something about medicine. It would be almost impossible to keep the wound completely clean but he’d do what he could for Kaname.

The concern etched in Tatsumi’s face made something click in Kaname. Even though they had been living together for some weeks, he still hadn’t felt like he could trust him, and yet he had still subconsciously jumped in front of immediate danger for the man, who in turn made sure he was going to be okay. Maybe he could finally be safe.

#shay writes #tatsukana #january writing challenge #post apocalypse au #<- finally get to use that tag again yippeeeee #also this one. got very long. oopsieeee #me n lis were talking about alkaloid + kaname's roles in this au and well. finally decided on tatsukana origin story #but hehehe you should check out the other fics and art pieces we've done for this #its v fun we talk about this au a lot. ALSO FOLLOW LIS' ART BLOG.#hex82141a you will always be famous to meeeeeeee #also his blog dailytattsun for daily tatsumi content

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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congrats on 1k lamb, it’s so well deserved! i know we haven’t been mutuals for long lol, but i’m happy we are 🫶🫶🫶. i was hoping if i could please request special grade with nanami <3 maybe something along the lines of “i’ve loved you before i even know what love was” ?? also i use they/she pronouns <33 thank you sm beloved !!!!

LOVE IS CLOSER THAN DEATH.

Nanami feels as if he's been run ragged, the world chews him up and spits him out - he can't even be swallowed only left hurting, skin raw from all the troubles of the day. Kento was sure that all the world was pain and misery of his own and others. He would come home, take off his tie, eat the same meal and go to bed at the same time. Existence ground him in between its molders down to the bone and left him without muscle to shield himself from the growing puddle of his blood and tears.

Going back to sorcery helped, it gave him meaning - at least more than being on the corporate ladder did. When he thought about it, nothing really changed in terms of his day-to-day - he went about the mornings, getting ready he went and patroled or defeated whatever filth clung to people and then went home. Reality still sunk its teeth into him, canines piercing his worn skin but now something else draws near, death. It doesn't reach out to him, all it does is hide in his shadow - in the corner of his eyes. However, danger blooms reward and you were there, just like back then. When he didn’t push his hair back and he wasn't as built, back in his 2nd year at Jujutsu Tech and Haibara was still alive, it was you three together until there were two and then one.

He had left you alone, just like his seniors did but you welcomed him back, your number still on his phone after he had changed his number and gone through 2 new ones in your time apart. In those times which feel like a good dream, you clung to him like cat hair on a black shirt, you could never bear to part with him - he still feel guilty about the heartache he must have caused you when he left.

To this day he lies in his bed and thinks about it.

He doesn't date, brief hook-ups, flings, and loose entanglements have been his go-to's since he left you, he can only think about how he would compare everyone to you in the end. Kento now lies awake in bed thinking about how you see him, do you see him as fragile? Unreliable? He left and you stayed. Thinking you are the stronger one, the more resilient one, he doesn't think anything you do for him since his return to be anything but born out of an old friendship you shared in your youth.

The way you wait for him at the office with his coffee order and favorite bread that you have to get at the convenience store on the other side of town because the other, closer, store stop selling it was just you returning the favor of when he would make you lunch during your school years. The way you straighten his tie after the rare occasions he had to go overtime - these things aren't gestures of larger reasoning outside of the platonic bond you two have formed, he is sure of it. He isn't worthy of you in any other way so he wouldn't dare think of it.

That is until on a cool early September day when the seasons change and there's light rain outside the office, you come to his desk. You're wearing the skirt he likes, it flatters you and he has a harder time keeping his gaze respectable when you walk in front of him. He is working on paperwork, it's a dull matter so he's happy to keep his gaze on you as you rest aside his desk. He doesn't have his goggles on, brown eyes free from the green tint that obscures them and you smile when your eyes meet.

"Good afternoon Kento," you greet and you can see how his lips twitch at your voice; Nanami Kento is a man that seldomly smiles but it seems his lips are more eager than his mind when you draw near. He greets you back, voice laxer than it usually is but still low and rumbling. Biting your lip you look at him with bright eyes, he likes how the light in them hasn't dimmed, not even when death looms over you like it does with him.

"Good afternoon, is there something you needed?" He asks and you giggled - always so polite and formal even your almost decade-long friendship doesn't fluff him up. You nod, head bobbing before you took it to your chin and you look at him hopefully.

Kento hopes his pale complexion doesn't turn pink at the look you give him.

"Are you free tonight? 8 o'clock?" Kento blinks, face pondering why would you ask that - you two have met up outside of work before, spent what days off you two have together. Brunch, wine tasting, and art galleries are all things you two have gone to together. You've never met at night before.

"Depends where I suppose?" He hums, brow creasing as thinks about what it is you'd want to do. You turn in early, and you don't go out; you've always been a homebody. He hears you huffed, amused by his rare scene obliviousness.

"At my place, for dinner?" He freezes, as your words repeat over and over in his head. Do you want him, in your apartment, at night for dinner? His ears ring as he arrives at the correct conclusion. You were asking him on a date.

"You are interested right?" You ask, half fond of the wide-eyed look on his face and half worried at his lack of response. Clearing his throat he looks away from you and asks,

"Are you...asking me out?' You nod and curl into yourself - you feel like you asked the wrong thing, maybe you read the signs wrong and he isn't into you like that. Internally cursing yourself - wasting gas driving for a convenience store sandwich you didn't even try and for it not even make you look good on the guy you've loved since you were 15? God, you're an idiot.

"Ah, are you not interested then? I thought you were into me Kento? You never have girls around and we always hang out... so I assumed," Laughing awkwardly you tuck your hair behind your ear and get up from his desk and start to make your way to the door.

"I'll just get out of your way then-"

"Wait." He speaks to you differently, his voice stronger than he had meant to and you look at him with wide eyes - and he's blushing. Nanami Kento the grade 1 sorcerer was blushing. From ear to ear and over the ridge of his proud nose, he was pink.

"I'll be there - if only... if only you answer my question." You don't say anything, lips pressed together to keep any giggles from escaping. Seeing your nod Kento grumbles and gets up from his chair and stands next to you, shoulder to shoulder and you ignore the fluttering in your chest when you see how broad he is. Nothing like the skinny kid in high school you grew up with.

"Are you asking me...because you love me?" You can't help but snort - it's incredibly cute to see him like this, always so confident and imposing; he blushes like a maiden because of your forwardness.

"Did you finally see the greater picture?" You question and he nods.

"Yes, I have loved you since I was 15, and thought going blonde was the best thing I could do for my image." He snorts, hand coming upon to swipe at his mouth as he remembers the horrible bleach job you gave yourself at 1:00 am your first year. You grin, he can see the crooked tooth you try to hide when you smile and you can see you are proud of yourself for how you make him reveal the man he is on the inside.

"So, do you love me?" You tease and you're heart skips a beat when he lowers his hand and you see the smile he hardly wears, it's serene and from the heart. It reminds you of winter blue skies and white fluffy clouds, the scent of expensive tea leaves you would gift your grandmother before she passed in spring.

"I've loved you before I knew what love was." He says it and you fight back the smile, the one that makes your eyes crinkle in a way you don't like but he makes you happy so you let your eyes crinkle because he complimented you on this exact smile the day he came back to work, the day he came back to you.

"So my place? 8?" You offer again and he nods, keeping the same smile on his face. He racks his brain, looking down as he creeps closer, dress show bumping yours and you can smell his cologne - leather, and amber. It makes your head spin.

"I'll be there, would you like me to bring wine?" You nod eagerly and he smiles at how puppy-like you can be. Exchanging goodbyes, he stands at his door as you walk back to your own, almost grinning at your back before returning to his desk. The sooner he's done with this. the sooner he can have you. Sorcery might have brought death closer, but it also brought you right him again, just as it must always be.

#lamb.writes #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #messages📩#friends <3 #jjk. ♡#lamb's 1.k event #HERE YOU GOOOOOO #i hope you like it <3 i love writing flustered and smiley nanami #he can be the cutest guy around when he drops the serious guy mask heheh

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nicawlette · 1 year

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👀 are you lonely?

👀 + HONEST ANSWERS

It's unbearably cruel, a question like that. Nicolette used to think she'd been doing such a good job of hiding it, so much so that she had hardly realized how bad it'd gotten; however, while she was playing pretend and rushing to fill it, that great void grew larger and larger until it was nearly impossible to ignore.

Perhaps she could've keep it up, fooling herself even if no one else was buying it— ignorance was better than nothing, right?— but within that mist, the truth had been mercilessly shoved into her face. Old, familiar hands had forced her to look directly into that deep, dark pit and acknowledge the reality. There was nothing looking back. There was nothing. She was nothing.

Who did she have, really?

One who was too kind to even truly hate the person who hurt him most of all, let alone have the resolve to turn his back on them.

A man so broken by his own guilt that he seemed to bear the weight of other's affection as if it were some kind of divine punishment.

A liar... who offered the truth and came so close to giving her the acceptance she so desperately craved, but made it clear that it meant nothing beyond convenient satisfaction.

And anyone else... they did not know her. Not really. Not at all.

No matter how desperately she clung to those fragile threads, they only seemed to slip further and further from her grasp. They tore at the flesh of her palms and dyed themselves red with her blood. Perhaps the only thing Nicolette could ever realistically hope for was that the stain would remain, even after they were gone. It might be the only bit of proof that she ever even existed.

There was hardly a sight more pitiful than someone coming face-to-face with truth they fought so hard to ignore. When the façade was gone and the mask fell, there was nothing left but this: a pathetic woman standing alone on a stage performing for a dwindling audience.

The chairs are nearly empty. Most have made their exit, and yet she could not seem to let go. Instead, she pushed her weary body past its human limits and kept going. The show must go on, but the act no longer comes as smoothly as it used to. It's desperate and frantic in its delivery as if to plead ❛ keep watching me. please, don't leave! I can be enough, I promise! please, love me... someone, just love me. ❜

But who would stick around for someone who has nothing left to give? Nicolette isn't sure how much remains. Her ability to entertain is slowly beginning to fail her, and there's nothing funny about a washed-up primadonna who can't accept that she's not worthy of the spotlight. That maybe, she never was.

❝ I'm tired, ❞ a whispering voice cracks with heartbreak, ❝ I don't think... I know anything else, but this. ❞ THIS. The horrible, aching feeling. No matter how close it comes to being filled, she fears it will never last. How can she stop feeling this way? How can I make them stay? Why can't I ever be worth it? Why can't I be enough?

Is she really so fucked up that this all it'll ever be? She doesn't now how to be better, let alone fix what others have repeatedly broken. ❝ How— ❞ Delicate lashes flutter like the wings of a bird, clumping together as they catch against the mess of tears tracking their way down her flushed cheeks. Her two-tone eyes are wide and glassy, shining with mounting grief. Another heavy blink spills liquid sorrow as Nicolette hangs her head. She watches, cold and lost, as the droplets gathering at her chin hit the dirt like falling rain.

❝ How can something you're so used to feeling... still hurt so bad? ❞

When will it stop? Will it ever stop?

Please, just tell me.

#this si so fucked up #this hurt so so bad #loved crying while answering this. NOT #killing you with my bare hands actually #⊰ 🩸 // HEADCANONS » even when she glows she never throws a shadow. ⊱#⊰ 🩸 // ASKS » when she talks she talks like she can handle it. ⊱#long post

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