#he wanted to stay sat on the grass 😭

[someshipsneversail]

#he looks so lost #lisandro martinez #raphael varane #licha #varane #manchester united #mufc #man united #he wanted to stay sat on the grass 😭

[goosita]

first of all i love you. really. everything that you're writing is making my life so much better, so thank u <3 if that's okay for u, could you write something where reader is a single mom, she has a little girl and her daughter is very attached to billy? and it's the most sweetest thing ever cause billy loves her, calls her little princess (very sweet tooth 😭) one night, her daughter asks billy to read a storie for her to sleep and he does so and in the end, she says something like "i wish you were my dad" and it's just so cute and funny cause she gagged everyone, reader is like "babe!!!!" while billy is in shock but at the same time his heart is melting 🥺🥺 (sorry if this is too much, just write if u want!)

oh im. gonna cry and sob and piss everywhere this is the sweetest softest thing ive ever read yes oh my god

billy would be so so sweet with your daughter, especially if she was around 4-6 years old. at first you were worried that a man like him wouldn’t want anything to do with a single mother, especially one as young as you. but he never asked you to explain, and never judged you for it. all he ever did was treat you like a queen, and your daughter like a princess.

and your little girl is just enamored with him. she follows after him like a little duckling, so much so that billy starts to call her “ducky”. it makes her giggle every single time, always makes billy smile all warm and fond. they get on like a house on fire, your man and your baby girl. billy teaches her things like how to ride a horse, how to tie all kinds of knots, how to rope a little goat even. your daughter tells you one evening, her little face very serious, that she thinks “billy knows everything, mama. everything!” you want to let her believe it for as long as possible.

on this particular day, all 3 of you had spent the day together. billy had showed up bright and early to take you for a picnic out in a meadow behind your house, a daylong excursion that lasted until the sun slowly set. it was late spring, cicadas beginning to sing in the tall grass. once it got dark outside, billy pulled out a jar and showed your daughter how to catch fireflies. once they had about 10 of them, they sat on the blankets with their heads ducked together to observe them, giving each one a unique name.

“let’s call this one tommy,” she says, pointing at a bug near the bottom.

“perfect name, ducky. how’d you get so good at this?”

your little girl giggles, shrugging and letting billy name the next one. it makes your heart so happy to see a man with so much patience and love for your daughter.

when you finally return to the house, it’s time to get your kid ready for bed. tired and pliant from her long day outside catching bugs and weaving flower crowns (that of course billy taught her how to do), she goes down without much of a fight. she does ask billy to stay and tell her a bedtime story, though, and he’s never been one to deny that sweet little face whatever she wants.

you half-listen as billy spins some wild tale about a princess who slay dragons herself, one who doesn’t need a prince to come and rescue her. she’s strong and brave and guess what? she looks just like your little girl, same hair color and little lilac colored dress. his story makes her smile, even as her sleepy eyes begin to blink more slowly. when he finishes, he leans down to kiss her forehead softly and tuck her blanket around her small little body.

“i wish you were my daddy,” she murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eye with one small fist. you see billy freeze and slowly look to you, unsure what to say.

“oh, baby—“ you start, taking a step forward. billy gently cuts you off, which you welcome, not sure what to tell her.

“you know, ducky, sometimes i wish that too,” he whisper conspiratorially. her eyes light up curiously.

“really?” she asks, looking up at him.

“mhm,” he says with a nod. “but i think this little thing we have going here is even more special. you know why?”

she waits for an answer, eyes full of curiosity and wonder at the man sitting on the edge of her bed.

“because i didn’t help to give you life, life gave you and me to each other. and that’s pretty special, don’t you think?”

your little girl smiles, nodding her head. you swallow hard, your eyes feeling a little misty at the way he loves your baby and she loves him. it’s so pure, so unconditional the way they’ve attached themselves to each other.

billy smiles at her and brushes her hair away from her face, giving her chubby cheek a soft caress.

“sweet dreams, baby girl.”

“goodnight billy,” she says with a little yawn, snuggling down into her pillow. billy blows out the oil lamp beside her bed, following you out of her bedroom and closing the door softly.

“i’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn—“ he’s cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. you smile against his mouth when he doesn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss you back, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer.

“thank you,” you whisper when you finally break away for air. “for loving both of us, for taking care of us.”

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for that. i’ll always be here to take care of my two best girls,” he says with a grin, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “and who knows? maybe one day soon you’ll let me put a ring on that pretty little finger and that little girl in there can call me whatever she wants.”

#oh im sobbing this is so sweet #lowkey i wanna make a series now of little moments with billy and reader’s little girl #anon #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader

[exhaslo]

So I wanted to request ( that I forgot but remembered 😭) a bully!miguel x a nobody/shy!reader (female)

(college?)

like what I mean by a nobody is someone who’s is shy but is a introvert but do come to party to see if something happens or like to see people crush or goes to party with people if they don’t have anyone. and Miguel is a bully who’s offended involved and invited to party or hang out with his friends also a jerk to everyone. And everyone know him his popular,I mean how could he not when he built like that?! He popular with the female, and the jock? But often tried to ignored them especially the girls. So like one day in the hallway and Miguel is talking his group of friends and telling him “who’s shall we bully next?” But ignoring them as he see you walking in the hallway and see you around the campus like your a new kids (I mean it a big campus but he know everyone except you ?) and going to walk to the library till some other bullies decide to bring them into the game and bully you which make Miguel pissed 😝.(I feel like reader would be bully by many people because she never stand up for herself and Is rather quiet about anything mb it know everything and everyone) so what if that pissed turn into obsessive 🤭? And into making love ?

smut /fluff pls ?

Okie Okie Okie, I gots an idea for this! Hope you enjoy~

Summary: The campus bully wants a private tutor session from you~

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, bullying, dry humping, fingering, public sex, almost caught, cockwarming

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Miguel had started to grow bored of his day to day life. Everyday was like the same clock worth motion. Went to class, picked on some wimps and nerds with the guys, women all on his beck and call and the constant nagging of being invited to parties.

Miguel liked his life at first, but things started to grow old and boring. He needed something new. Something to keep things alive. First, it was changes majors, then it was picking on different people. When those didn't work, Miguel tried dating different women. Nothing seemed to have worked and Miguel was wondering if he needed to do something drastic.

"Hey, why don't we play a huge prank on the freshmen this year? They all have to attend that assembly, right?" One of Miguel's friends was saying. Miguel was laying against the campus grass,

"What were you thinking of?"

Miguel grunted lowly to the idea offered. He sat up, fixing his leather jacket before watching his fellow students run amok. People rushing to class or staying out in the quad with friends. Everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves. Everyone but him.

"Hey, watch this."

Miguel's ears perked up as he watched Ben throw his juice towards the center quad. Miguel's gaze followed the juice and noticed that it landed right on your head. His eyes widen as you looked up with tears in your eyes.

Unsure of what came over him, Miguel snapped towards Ben. He growled lowly and made his way over to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to pick up your paperwork that had fallen. Miguel bend down, helping with the papers and took a better look at you.

"T-Thank you," You sniffled.

Miguel felt like he was in a trance. Your glossy eyes were staring into his. Your cheeks were puffy and slightly pink from your tears and your lips. Your outfit was hiding your cleavage and curves. It was like you were waiting to be unwrapped.

"Sorry about them." Miguel snapped out of his daze and went to wipe your tears away, "Let me help you dry these."

"O-Oh...T-Thank you...but....I-I um...I can handle it." Your voice kept getting lower and lower. Miguel glanced around, noticing the other girls,

"You're in my Physics class," Miguel read the top of your paper, "I've never noticed you before. I'm Miguel,"

"I-I know...I um...sit in the back," You kept whispering. Miguel bit the inside of his lip,

"You got a higher mark than me in the last exam. Mind tutoring me?"

Miguel watched as you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eye. You went to reply, but were interrupted by the other girls. Miguel resisted a groan, getting frustrated. He wanted to know more about you. You were different than the others.

"Migueeeeel, come hang out with us! Not this hag!"

"Yea, she's a nobody!"

You hung your shoulders, gripping your work closer to your chest. Tears threaten to spill once more as you ran off. Miguel wanted to reach out to you. He growled lowly, needing to find a way to get to listen to your sweet voice some more.

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"Hey, (Y/N), are you free now?" Miguel asked as the Professor dismissed you for the day. You looked around, noticing that everyone was gone,

"I-I am."

"Look," Miguel fixed the chair in front of you, "I want to get to know you and it's difficult as you've seen. Why don't we meet in one of the private rooms in the library? You help me with this class and I'll help you with everything else." Miguel offered. You noticed him sliding his report card to you,

"Y-You're so smart!" You gasped, "B-But the other girls-"

"Don't worry about them. I want to hang out with you."

You could feel your face turn bright red as you hesitantly agreed. Honestly, you were both nervous and excited. Miguel was known as the campus mad dog; the top bully. Yet, here he was, talking to you so gently and asking to hang out with you. It felt like a cruel dream. One where you knew you were going to get hurt in the end.

"H-Here's my number...I'll see....you later?"

"Yea"

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You and Miguel had been meeting for private tutoring sessions for a couple of weeks now. You were slowly getting used to Miguel. Getting a little more comfortable. You were getting closer to him, making your own little jokes. Everything that you felt comfortable doing alone, you shared with Miguel.

Miguel on the other hand felt alive. He enjoyed spending time with you. Miguel loved watching you come out of your shell for him. He eventually found out how truly quiet and shy you were. This fueled Miguel to not only be better for you, but to help you stand up for yourself.

"M-Miguel, s-sorry I'm late," You stuttered, hurrying into the room. Miguel noticed your frantic expression and gently pulled you onto his lap,

"Breathe, tell me what happened."

You trembled softly under his touch, slowly relaxing. Miguel's body was so big and warm. You loved it when he wrapped his arms around you for comfort. It helped ease your nerves. Inhaling deeply, you raised your head, facing Miguel.

"I-It's nothing...Just...Just um...S-Some girls trying to...to get your whereabouts....out of me..."

"Is that why your hair is shorter?" Miguel played with your hair, his head resting against your neck, "It's hard for me to hold back my anger."

"Y-Your turn...t-to breathe!" You told him.

Miguel growled lowly before looking you in the eye. He saw those glossy eyes of yours and sighed. He leaned forward and licked your tears away, earning those soft and embarrassed squeaks from you. He chuckled lowly, his fingers stroking your sides as you trembled from his touch.

Oh, how you already belonged to him. The more Miguel spent with you, the more he tested your limits. He had not gotten a confession out of you yet, knowing how shy you were. Miguel wanted you to scream his name out. Miguel wanted to watch you cry in pleasure because of him.

"W-We should....should s-start...s-studying," You stuttered, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck.

"Why not biology?" Miguel's hands trailed up your back from under your shirt.

"B-But...w-we're not-"

"Right here,"

Miguel licked his lips as he started to slowly grind against you. Your breathing was getting a little louder as you began to whimper. Miguel held your hips down slightly as his hands stroked your back. You whined lowly, your own hips moving with his. Your cheeks were turning redder as you held onto Miguel.

"M-Mig...T-This...T-This isn't-"

"Are you feeling good?" Miguel asked as he kissed your neck.

"Y-Yes."

"Good. Tell me when to stop then,"

Miguel licked the base of your neck as he grinded harder against your clothed cunt. You let out quiet moans, trying to cover your mouth. Oh how cute you were. Miguel resisted a groan, watching you fall apart because of him. Watching his shy little angel come undone because of him.

Miguel lifted your skirt and flipped you over. Your back was now against his chest. Grunting, Miguel took his dick out and started to rub his cock between your thighs against your clothed pussy. You whimpered a moan, feeling a growing heat between your legs. Miguel's hands massaged one of your breasts, while the other reached your clit,

"You know what happens when I touch here, right?" Miguel chuckled as you shook against him, "That isn't the right answer, let me show you."

You kept covering your mouth, moaning into your hand as Miguel started to rub your clit. His cock sliding against your soaked panties, causing you to get hotter. You spread your legs out, moving your hips with his movements. His hot breathe was against your neck as he continued to toy with your body.

"M-Miguel~!" You cried out, arching your back forward as you reached your orgasm. Miguel groaned in response, moving your panties to the side,

"What a good fucking girl you are," He whispered in your ear, his fingers not playing with your throbbing hole, "Do you still want me to teach this tutoring session?" He asked, feeling you clamp against his fingers,

"Mhpm~"

"I need to hear words,"

"Y-Yes, p-please k-keep teaching me." You begged.

You whined softly as he removed his fingers from your hole. Miguel turned your head to capture your lips in a kiss as he slowly pressed his tip against your entrance. You whimpered at first, feeling yourself being stretched out as his dick entered you. He was so large that it made you see stars. His cock reaching so deep inside you and with each squeeze of your pussy, making his shape imbedded into you.

"Hah, look at you. The quietest girl on campus, sucking my dick so well. You were just made for me," Miguel groaned, holding you in place as you squirmed slightly.

"Hey! How much longer do you guys have this room for?" Someone knocked before entering.

Miguel quickly fixed your skirt and held your waist before throwing some random textbooks before the two of you. You squeezed against his dick tighter, fearing being caught.

"Shh, we got another hour in here. She's terrified of failing this class, now fuck off." Miguel hissed.

The person scoffed and left. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and smirked as you whimpered. Your tight gummy walls squeezing the life out of his cock.

"Did almost getting caught turn you on? How naughty." He teased, nibbling against your ear. You whined softly, trying to move, but Miguel refused, "Now, now, I think we actually need to learn something here."

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You were hugging Miguel tightly, your head against his shoulder as you whimpered softly against his ear. Miguel had you sitting on his cock for over twenty minutes now. He only moved you once and that was to the currently position the two of you were in. All you wanted was for Miguel to move. His cock felt so hot inside of you. You could feel ever vein of his dick and the little curve of his tip against your cervix.

"Miguel~" You begged lowly. Miguel inhaled at the sound of your moans,

"You've been such a good girl for me. I couldn't help but bully you a little. Are you ready?" Miguel asked.

"Y-Yes. P-Please gimme." You begged.

Miguel groaned at the sound. He kissed you tenderly before thrusting into you. He swallowed the sounds of your yelps and moans as he bullied your pussy. His rough and harsh thrusts, sending you over the moon. You were so wet. So easy to fuck. Miguel knew that he had to prep you before fucking you madly like he was now. Watching the door, Miguel grabbed your panties and stuffed them in your mouth,

"Just cum for me once. It's too dangerous to go all out here," Miguel whispered as he felt you cum against his dick, "Good girl,"

Miguel smirked as he pounded your pussy a few more times. He loved watching your fucked out expression. The wet slapping noises of your bodies every time he thrusted into you. Miguel grunted lowly as he slapped himself deep, filling your desperate hole. Panting softly, he quickly fixed the two of you up, before taking you back to his dorm.

"Fuck, I'm going to fuck you so good tonight, (Y/N). I love you, ya know that?" He groaned, making sure no one saw them. You just held onto Miguel, whimpering lowly,

"I-I love you too...B-But Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"I-I don't think you bullied me enough,"

"I'll make sure to bully you for the rest of your life."

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Whoops, kind of got a little carried away with this. Hope you enjoy~

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

[the-fluff-piece]

heyyyy idk if your follower milestone event is still happening but can i get 1😭 Law?

Like Law doesn't think he's worthy enough. ANGST BUT FLUFFY

love your works!!

For you the event will be eternally running!

Sorry I am taking forever to finish these!

For the now closed follower milestone event.

Also check out my other stuff:

My Masterlist - Short and Multichapter stories

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I also didn't forget about the other request, so I will write that, too.

Broken

Law knows that he is not very sociable, that he's absolutely broken inside and has more emotional luggage than any other.

It never bothered him, though. He was comfortable keeping his distance: to his crew, the straw hats, everyone. Until he met you, and he felt like an empty loser unfit to make you happy Contains: negative self talk by Law, hurt/comfort, angst

Since Law and you became a couple, the devil powered, tattooed bad boy revealed so many facets to his character, you felt like he would forever stay a mystery. He was sometimes moody, sometimes, on rare occasions, he was giddy, he loved to tell you about his obscure interests. And sometimes, he just wanted to stay silent, not talking but insisting on staying near you.

And since you were visiting the strawhat crew on the Thousand Sunny, he was like a brooding child and almost a little bit hurtful in his isolation. He almost seemed mad.

You decided to let him have his alone time and enjoy your stay on the beautiful ship. They sure had a lot of commodities the submarine didn't have: a bar, a big bath, absolutely delicious food! You knew that a tasty treat was awaiting you as the handsome cook of the strawhats danced toward you, set a small masterpiece of a dessert in front of you and kneeled down to kiss your hand. You had to giggle - his small beard tickled your hand and his campy flirtiness did the rest. What a strange guy! He made a bit of smalltalk as you enjoyed the tea and dessert before he moved on to woo the women of his own crew.

You looked around for your boyfriend, who had decided to sit down in a dark corner and be grumpy. This amount of brooding was strange, even for him. You decided to finish your afternoon snack and sit down next to him to see if you could find out what was bothering him.

"Hey" You said softly as you sat down next to him in the lush grass. He didn't answer, instead, he lowered his gaze so that his hat obscured his face.

You got a bit closer and put your head on his shoulder, like you often did - he shrugged you off and moved away.

"Law?" You got a bit irrited at his behavior.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You asked, already thinking about possible reasons for his reaction to you.

Law

She looked lovely out there in the sun. The blonde cook courted her like the goddess she was - while Law could only sit in the shadows, watching like the creep he was. He looked down on his hands and read the letters on his fingers. Death. The only companion he ever really had. He looked at his inked hand and for the first time in his life, he regretted it.

The cook didn't have tattoos. His skin was light and smooth, his hair shone golden in the sun. He made her giggle and twirl her hair around her finger. She looked so cute, so full of light and life. Unlike him.

Death. That was all he could tell about and bring to others. No joy, no life. Sometimes he battled death, when he saved a patient. But he was still using his power primarily to hurt. He felt like a monster next to her kindness and softness.

He thought about everyone he lost - everyone he failed to save. His family. His town. Cora-san. He was afraid he would loser her, too. Would it hurt more if she left him for the blonde one? Or if one of his enemies sliced her open before his eyes? He made a lot of enemies.

Lost in thought, he didn't even register her approach until her beautiful voice graced his ears. Not now, he couldn't be who she deserved right now, could only be the surgeon of death, incapable of flirting or kindness. She got nearer, her scent and warmth, usually a ripping him out of his brooding, painfully reminded him of what he would lose if she realised who he really was - what he had done. How broken he was.

Her small head lay on his shoulder, he didn't deserve that, he moved away. He had to protect her from himself and the pain he reliably brought to those around him.

"Law?" She asked, irritated. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

You're too perfect. You're too nice. Too everything. That is wrong.

"Just leave me" He told her, already feeling the deserved ache of loneliness in his heart. Now he did it, he basically told her to go. Unable to bear her presence any longer, he got up and left, sitting down just a few metres away from her on the bottom of the mast, looking away.

"Fine!" He heard her say and she stomped back into the sun, to the others.

You

Stupid Law. Whatever he was bitching about, you didn't need to punch it out of him. He should talk to you like an adult or leave it. Sanji already threatened to beat him up for making you sad, but you declined.

For the rest of the afternoon, you felt his presence like a sting in your neck. He didn't move, didn't talk. What a diva. But it wasn't your job to get him out of there if he didn't want to. Instead, you savored the time with the crazy members of the straw hats and ended up having a small feast on deck as sanji brought out a grill, Zoro got kegs of sake from storage and Brook began to fiddle a happy song. It seemed like they were always one step away from a small party.

Law stayed where he was. Until Luffy didn't allow that anymore.

"Tra-guy, you have to wear a party hat, too!" He screamed as he stretched his arm to fetch law - he got to grip him on his belt and almost pulled Law's pants down, it was absolutely hilarious. You had to laugh and were just glad that Law had changed his expression from brooding to annoyed - at least some kind of reaction.

"Leave me be!" He growled at the other captain.

"Yeah that's stupid" Zoro chimed in, holding a mug full of sake. "You should drink with me" He added and already held out the mug.

"Not in the mood!" Law snapped at the swordsman.

"Eat some cotton candy and you will feel better!" Chopper tried.

"I hate sweets!" Law bellowed, trying to walk away, but he was surrounded.

"Let's all sing together" Brook tried to soothe the irritated Law, resulting in the direct opposite, he looked like he would explode soon.

"No! I am leaving!" Law desperately said, looking for an opening.

"You've been a drag all day, you should be with your girl!" Nami berated him, quickly followed by Sanji who added: "You're not worthy to be with such a beautiful girl" which stopped him dead in his tracks.

"ROOM" Law screamed and summoned a blue orb from his hand, only to vanish to god knows where. You couldn't see his face clearly- but a tear fell down where he had stood a second before. You've never seen him cry, he was always in control. Always.

"The room was not so big, I bet he's somewhere downstairs" Robin calmly informed you and already pointed to the door on deck that lead down. "We'll wait here" She said as you already ran to the door to search for him.

You were listening closely as you moved down the hallway under deck. You could hear the continued party upstairs, muffled through the planks, until you heard sobbing. This was bad, you didn't know how to handle this. Cautiously, you opened the door to the room where you heard it. Between crates and barrels, Law cowered, small and miserable. He looked up with red eyes as he heard you.

"Go. Away." He told you, his breaking voice betraying his harsh tone.

"I don't think you should be alone now, Law." You put your finger over his trembling lip as he started to protest and he shut up, looking down.

"I know you're not used to this, but I am here now. Talk to me. What's bothering you?" you asked him as you sat down next to him, prompting a louder sob from him.

"The cook is right. I don't deserve you" He whispered.

"Sanji is just talking trash, what does he know about us?" You asked Law.

"He's seeing that we don't fit together" Law said in a weak voice. "I am just holding you back, I bring nothing but pain" he looked at his hands again. Those long, nimble fingers could do so much, you thought. They saved lives, they protected his friends and they lovingly touched you. You wished that he would see that, too.

"You may not see it, but you make me so happy, Law. I am so glad we met. You're so handsome, intelligent and funny" you told him as he avoided your gaze.

"And you're a little weirdo, and I love that, too" you planted a little kiss on his forehead, pushing his hat down in the process. It fell to the floor, unnoticed by Law.

"I can't cook, I am not a gentleman, I don't...party. I am just a...a monster" He concluded, sounding defeated.

"Who told you that?" You asked him.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, going through his hair nervously.

"You're not a monster! You're my wonderful Law. You saved a whole kingdom, your crew loves you, the strawhats love you. I love you" you told him, taking his hands into yours, "I know it's hard to grasp when you're not used to it, but you have friends, you have me" you desperately scrambled for words to express your feelings to him without sounding too melodramatic.

"Tss" he said and tried to pull his hands away, but you held on.

"It can be hard to accept that things have changed. You are not DeFlamingo's puppet anymore, you are Law, captain of your own ship" you realised that you didn't really get throught to him as his tears flowed freely now. You didn't want to let it come to this, but you were sure there was no other way to pull him out of this. It was a gamble, though.

"Just think, did Cora-san save you just you could sit around here and be miserable? While you have accomplished so much?" you told him and held your breath. Cora-san was sacred to Law, you knew that. You didn't want to bring him up, but you were pretty sure that he would really want Law to be as happy as possible.

Law's eyes widened and he began breathing faster. His eyes darted around as he seemed to think furiously.

Law

Cora-san! Law was furious that she would bring him up now - but he also couldn't help but replay his memories of their short time together in his head. And he couldn't say she was wrong. He dragged Law across the north blue to live, he desperately wanted that small, sick boy to live his life and not throw it away.

It hurt to admit it - but she was right. He couldn't see Cora-san's actions as grooming him for revenge. He wanted Law to be happy, to value the second life he was given. And the sacrifice it took to have it.

"Law?" her voice ripped him out of his memories once again. He was feeling dizzy, his brain foggy.

"I am sorry" he mumbled.

"Don't be. I can only imagine what you have been through, but I will be here for you for as long as you let me." She said.

She was so precious. He took her chin in his hand like he always did and gave her a soft kiss. She smiled. He felt his own mouth curl. Law promised himself that he would work to make Cora-san proud of him.

"Let's get back up" Law said. "But I won't wear a party hat." He stated.

Law was still grumpy, but he sat among the straw hats and took part. He looked at y/n as she enjoyed herself and kept an eye on him. He had an emotional bodyguard now. It was hard for him, in his current state, to be with people. But he had to start somewhere.

A plate with various barbecued foods was put in front of him, he looked up at the grumpy face of ship's cook that was exclusively reserved for men. What he said earlier still stung, because he was right.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that you were not worthy of her." Sanji apologised grumpily, looking everywhere but at Law. "But I still think you should value her! And I will kick you if you make her cry on my watch! She is so cute and nice and her nose is so adorable-" Sanji got into one of his rants. Law didn't have time or nerves for that.

"I agree" Law interrupted the cooks blabbering.

"What?" Sanji asked, confused.

"I agree. She is the best thing to ever happen to me. If I treat her bad again, kick me." Law stated.

"I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILL" Sanji promised with a salute, standing at attention like a soldier.

Law immediately regretted that request, but he was pretty sure he would deserve every shoe that landed in his face if he began lashing out at her again.

So yeah, Law is seeing that he cannot keep pushing people away and he asked Sanji to check on that, because the cook has a magical "woman in distress" radar that will find any misstep by Law and will hold him accountable. I did that and I think it's cute!

I hope you liked it

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[shuniverse]

day seven ;; diluc ragnvindr

you were mesmerized at diluc’s gorgeous crimson hair flew in the wind. you were riding with him to a surprise location on one of the wagons he owned.

he’s wanted to surprise you, show his appreciation for you in ways he wasn’t sure if he could fully do verbally, so he set up this beautiful but secluded spot close to windrise, the big tree the best shade for your spot.

he noticed you gazing at him, and he looked at you with a small smile. “are you alright, love?”

you giggled, a little flushed at being caught, and nodded. “yeah, I’m okay ‘luc. where are we going?”

“it’s a surprise, my darling. just have patience, we’ll be there soon.”

you smiled at his words, nodding once more before resting your head upon his shoulders, and he kissed the top of it.

when you arrived, you almost teared up at the sight of the colors and beautiful scenery; flowers and small arranged ribbons in shades of blue, violet, and pink, the light burgundy picnic blanket set atop the grass, and the wooden wicker basket full of what you were sure were sweets and fruits you loved.

you smiled big, rushing to it as soon as the wagon had stopped, and sat down comfortably on the soft felt of the blanket, and diluc followed behind you with a loving smile on his normally calm and stoic features.

“how does it look, love?”

you hopped up from your spot and flung your arms around him, smiling big as tears poked at your waterline, threatening to spill. “oh, ‘luc baby, it’s beautiful.. thank you so much..”

he kissed your head, wrapping one built arm around you, the other resting against your shoulder as his hand petted your hair.

“anything for you my darling, I hope this month brings you as much happiness as I intend to bring you til we part to the afterlife.”

;;-;;

UGH I loved writing this 😭❤️ even tho it’s short 💀

I’m such a sucker for diluc man it’s not even funny at this point

anyways, hope you enjoyed day 7, sorry it’s so late 💀

stay safe lovelies <3

- alice <3

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #diluc x reader fluff #diluc being a sweetie <3 #diluc ragnvindr fluff #genshin diluc #alices pride drabbles

[shiftingparadise]

Hi 🩵🩵 could you maybe do a scenario where phinks almost loses the reader? And like he finally says everything he’s been holding back

I love writing stories with Phinks in it so much 😭 thank you for your request. I hope you like it. Next fic will be one with our favourite Captain 😇.

Warnings: swearing, maybe? (I'm still so bad at writing warnings lol, I'm so sorry guys)

Word count: 1909

“This is nice”, you closed your eyes, a content smile on your face. The grass underneath you felt soft, as if you were lying on a blanket. “Tsk, idiot”, Phinks gritted his teeth, but his cheeks were blushing. “Why are you laying on the ground?”. 

God, he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t hide the way his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw you like this. The moonlight was kind to your skin, kinder than the sunlight. It made your skin glow. It reminded him of a lonely star, wandering through space. He’d admired you the same way ever since he laid eyes on you. Always from a distance, never getting too close, for he was sure he would get burned if he did. 

“You’re an idiot”, your hand unexpectedly wrapped around his wrist as you pulled him to the ground next to you. “The biggest one I know”, you softly laughed. 

His heart almost exploded at the sound of your soft giggle. You were so cute, so, so precious… 

“Hm?”, your brows pulled together. “Are you blushing?”, a smile on your face. “I-I’m not!”, he quickly turned his head to the side. “You are!!!”, you quickly sat up straight. “What’s wrong, Phinks? Not used to girls touching you?”, you teased him. “Shut up!”. “Don’t worry”, you said, lying back down, “I won’t tell the others”. 

Unable to come up with an answer, he stayed silent. 

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you inside with the others?”. You shrugged, “Don’t know. They’re training or playing some stupid game… I just wanted to be alone for a little while”. “Sorry”, he quickly stood up, “I didn’t mean to –“. “Where are you going?”, you followed his movements. “Back inside, you wanted to be alone”. “I don’t mind you staying here”, you softly replied. 

He hesitated for a second, but then the image of the lonely star popped up in his head again. He couldn’t get close to you. He couldn’t let himself get vulnerable like that. 

“You’re an idiot”, he quietly replied before walking away. 

--- 

“Yo Phinks”, you smiled, “Look at me”. “Huh?”, he turned around, a frown on his face. “I’m Santa”, you deepened your voice. “What’s wrong with you?”, he asked, shaking his head, unable to hide his smile. “Come here”, he pulled you closer, his thumb gently wiping away the foam around your lips. “Can’t even drink coffee with you”. You widened your eyes, your cheeks already blushing. He sounded so caring, so sweet… “What’s wrong, Y/N?”, he smirked, “Not used to boys touching you?”. “F-fuck off!”, you pulled back, “T-there’s nothing wrong”. “Cute”, a warm look in his eyes. “H-huh?”, you looked at him with big eyes. His aura immediately changed after he realized he said it out loud. ‘What?”, he gritted his teeth, “Just drink your coffee and shut up, idiot”. 

--- 

“I said don’t worry”, your eyes darkened as his hand met your wrist. “You’re not as strong as you think you are, idiot”. “Are you just going to let this happen? Are you just going to let this go?”. Your voice was quiet, but Phinks could feel your aura grow stronger. “I didn’t say that. I just-“. “Enough”, Feitan’s voice tore through the dense atmosphere, “Nothing we can do”. “What?”, you turned around to look at Feitan. “He betrayed us, h-he told that chain user-“. 

You didn’t get it. You didn’t understand how everyone stayed so calm. 

“Y/N”, Machi’s voice pulled your attention towards her, “We can’t be reckless. We’ll get our revenge”. 

Not enough. It wasn’t enough. You needed it now. You couldn’t, no, you didn’t want to wait. 

“Fuck it”, you angrily smiled, “I’ll see you guys around”. You walked out of the abandoned warehouse. No one tried to hold you back, no one even called out your name. They knew how stubborn you were, but Phinks couldn’t let this go. He knew what you were up to, how clouded your mind was right now. So, he did what was right. He followed you outside, desperately calling out your name. 

“Fuck off”, you kept walking. “Y/N you can’t do this on your own-“. “I can’t?”, you laughed. “I’ll kill that traitor”, your pace fastening. “Enough”, Phinks managed to grab your arm before roughly pulling you back. “Don’t be foolish. You can’t take on Hisoka. You know that-“.

A mistake. Phinks made a terrible mistake, and he realized it as soon as he looked into your eyes. 

“Let go”, you calmly replied, but your aura was radiating hostility toward him. “I didn’t mean it like that-“, he quickly let go, but the damage was done. “So you didn’t mean to call me weak? To call me foolish?”. “I didn’t say that”, Phinks frowned, an uneasy feeling flooded upon him. “Tsk”, you scoffed, “Stay away from me, Phinks”. His eyes widened as his heart shattered. 

He fucked up. He never meant to insult you or to make you feel weak. He wanted to run after you, to comfort you, to hold you close but…

“You’re always underestimating me, always saying I’m weak…”, your voice shaking. “Do you think you’re better than me, Phinks? Stronger?”. 

Great. He didn’t insult you, his words hurt you. 

“That’s not what I meant-“, his hand reached out for you but you quickly pulled back. “Stay away from me”, a whisper before you walked away. You weren’t just angry at Phinks, you were angry with everyone. You felt betrayed. 

--- 

“Dance”, Hisoka laughed, “Or is my little monkey too tired?”. You shivered as he lifted your chin from the ground, blood dripping onto the concrete floor. “Tsk”, you pulled your brows together. “Don’t worry, you can get plenty of sleep soon”, he chuckled. 

It felt as if the devil himself was standing before you. Hisoka didn’t care about pride, about an honest fight. You should’ve known that. 

“You disappoint me, little monkey”, Hisoka narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were stronger than this”. You wanted to answer but your sight got blurrier by the second. You were going to pass out. “Hm”, the magician chuckled, "Goodnight monkey”. 

“Fuck off”, you let out a painful chuckle. You told Phinks that, right? You told him to stay away. Your last words to him… But it was no use now, right? You were going to die.

--- 

“S-shit”, a distant voice tore through the darkness. “Shit, shit, shit”. The voice sounded familiar, was it someone you knew? You tried to move, to say something, but the darkness was spreading through your veins like poison. “Y/N? Wake up”. 

Wake up? How? 

“No, no, no”, the voice cracked. 

Were you dead? Was someone grieving? 

“Y/N come back to me please”. You could feel two hands around your back, lifting you into the darkness. 

Phinks. It was his voice, right? His hands that lifted you into the growing darkness? 

“I- I know you told me to stay away, but I can’t. I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. I’ll go wherever you go. If you die… I’ll go to hell to get you back”. 

Tears? Could you feel tears on your shoulder? 

“Fuck! You’re an idiot, you know that?”. 

His scent… You could smell his familiar scent, his arms that tightened around you, the soft feeling of his chest… 

“Idiot, idiot, idiot!”, the tears turned into sobs. “Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Please come back, I can’t do this without you here. Whom am I going to bully on missions? Whom am I going to buy pizza when we finish a mission? Whom am I going to tease when you’re being an idiot again?”. 

He was hugging you, right? You could feel his nose pressed into your shoulder…

“Please, Y/N”, he softly whispered while holding you tighter. “Don’t make me follow you there, please, please, please”. 

 To where? You were with him, right? He was with you in the darkness. You couldn’t see Phinks but you could feel him, hear him… You wanted to hug him, tell him that you were fine, even though you couldn’t see a thing. As long as he was with you… 

“Tsk”, his grip loosened, and the back of your head met the cold ground underneath you. 

You weren’t floating in the darkness anymore, you were once again tied to the ground. D-did he leave you? Where was he? You couldn’t do this without him, you needed him- 

“P-phinks?”, you tried to scream, but the darkness was so suffocating that not even a whisper escaped your throat. “Phinks? Phinks!”, you tried to move, to scream… 

“Y/N?”, his voice appeared again, a pressure on your chest. “Y/N?!”, the pressure on your chest increased as it pushed the darkness away from you. “W-wake up! Please”. 

A strange orange light appeared around you, as if you were glowing. 

“P-phinks”, you broke free from the invisible chains, your arms reaching out for him. 

Your arms wrapped around him, the darkness now completely gone. 

“Phinks!”, you sobbed as your sight was still blurry. “Y-Y/N?”, Phinks widened his eyes, too stunned to move. “I-I’d never leave you, Phinks. I’d never-“. “I-it’s okay”, his arms softly wrapped around you as he tried not to hurt you. “I-I’m here, stay calm, okay?”. “D-don’t leave me, d-don’t give up on me!”, you started hyperventilating as the pain softly washed over you.

“I’d never leave you”, he pulled back, scanning your body. Your sight was still blurry but you knew he was smiling, you could feel his aura radiating happiness. 

“G-good”, you forced a smile, your sight getting blurrier again. “Yo Phinks?”, your arms fell next to you, forcing Phinks to keep you from falling to the ground. “W-what?”. “W-when I wake up, y-you better be there”, you smiled as you fell into a slumber again. 

--- 

“H-huh?”, you slowly opened your eyes. 

A beep every second, cold light, white sheets, … 

“No, no, no”, you shook your head. You hated hospitals. “Easy”, a hand pushed your shoulder back to the bed, “You need to rest”. 

Phinks. 

“P-phinks!”, you wanted to hug him, but his hand kept you pinned to the bed. “I said you need to rest, idiot!”, he frowned as he clenched his jaw. “R-right”, a blush on your cheeks. “How are you feeling?”. “I-I’m doing fine”, you looked up at him. “Good”, he closed his eyes for a second before taking a deep breath. “I’m only going to say this once, okay?”, his familiar angry smirk appeared. 

You were in trouble. 

“I’m not going to say I told you so but… You’re an idiot? Do you know that? I thought you died! Don’t you ever dare to do something like that again, or I’ll kill you myself! Do you hear me? Idiot, idiot, idiot!”. 

God, every patient in the hospital must’ve heard him. 

“I-I promise-”, you nervously smiled. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes as he pulled you in for a hug, his voice soft now, “I was so worried about you. You can’t do something like that to me, Y/N. Do you know how much I care about you? How much I need you?”. 

You softly wrapped your arms around him as tears streamed down your cheek. 

“I-I know”, you whispered back, “Because I care just as much about you”. 

#phinks x reader #hxh phinks #phantom troupe x reader #phinks hxh #phinks #hxh phantom troupe #phantom troupe #feitan hxh #hxh fanfic #hxh #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter fanfic #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter imagines #hunter x hunter fanart

[chaotic-vibes-only-please]

heyy i really really loved your headcanons 😭💗 but if you dont mind, can i request when the creeps realizied that they're falling in love with their s/o? or reader?

When Eyeless Jack, Masky, and Tim Realize They're Falling in Love with Their S/O

Jack loves to take walks in the forest. But what he likes more than that is doing it with you. It's became a routine that every morning, you would join him. You two came to a small clearing where there's flowers and a small stream. He had taken you there on purpose. It's where he goes to get away from stressors in his life and he wanted...to share it with you for some reason.

A/N: I'm happy to hear you enjoyed them! I can certainly do that my dear, I hope you don't mind I chose some of my own since specifics weren't mentioned- But here you go! 🍵💕

Eyeless Jack

He observed how your eyes lit up when spotting the beautiful scenery, how your already beautiful features morphed into excitement, making you seem even more gorgeous. It was in that moment when you eagerly looked up at him and pointed at all the pretty plants that Jack noticed he's completely mesmerized.

He had to shake himself out of his trance because he knew he was staring. When you guys sat over the rocky ledge of the stream, you picked a single flower from the grass patches nearby and told him to lean his head down. He was confused, but complied in silence.

You scooched closer to him, the outer part of your thigh pressed against his. Jack noticed his own heart rate is increasing from the lack of space. Your face was so close to his that the nose of his mask was inches from your own. He could smell you clearly, the addicting scent you naturally had. You placed the flower in his hair and adjusted it. As you did so, Jack couldn't keep his "eyes" off of your lips the entire time. And when you pulled back and clasped your hands together while cooing at how he looked handsome with the new accessory, Jack instantly knew he had developed feelings.

Tim Wright

He had a stressful day. Tim had just arrived home from "work" and he was drained. He didn't even have enough energy to make dinner. So when there was a knock on his door only ten minutes later, he cursed and stood up off the couch he'd collapsed on top of prior. Tim was about to tell whoever was there to fuck off, but in the doorway was you, his neighbor, holding something that smells amazing in a pan with a foil cover over it.

You had a small crush on Tim for a while now, and you decided to bring over a dish you'd made too much of. Tim adored you already. You were always sweet to him, no matter how grumpy he was torwards you. It was a fresh breath of air to have someone who delt with his attitude with grace. Your company always made him feel better. So he invited you in for dinner. You could already see how tired he was from the bags under his eyes, so you volunteered to set everything up and make a few sides to go with the main course in his kitchen.

He watched you move around, preparing for the meal. Tim felt relaxed and...warm? It was nice to not be alone for once. He already started to wish you could stay over more and cook for him often. It's domestic and Tim often craved this kind of lifestyle, to have someone to come home to.

It's really when you two sat down and started eating and talking that he notices how his stomach flutters whenever you giggle at his stupid dad jokes, how you listen to his every word carefully, and how you don't seem to mind his exhaustion at all. He realized he was falling when he had imagined what it would be like to live with you, to hug you, and to kiss you.

Masky

A mission gone wrong had left him with a few rough wounds over his body. Masky would usually go to Jack, but the asshole was also gone on some sort of assignment so you were the next option. Masky didn't mind at all. He enjoyed getting on your nerves and the little banter you guys always had when put in the same room.

This time was different. When you saw how severe is injuries were, instead of your usual playfulness, you'd gone into full blown concern. Masky was shocked because, well, nobody had ever acted this worried for his wellbeing before. He was stunned into silence when you forced him to sit on your couch and rest as you grabbed the first aid bag you kept around.

There was a particular slash across his lower abdomen that required him to take off his shirt and slightly tug down the waist band of his jeans to treat. It shows off a fair amount of his V-line. Masky smirked at how flustered you got trying to clean the cut. He grimaced every now and then because it did hurt like a bitch, but seeing how cute you are just from a bit of exposed skin makes him feel better.

As you continued to treat him, Masky saw how gentle you were. With each stitch and bandage, you're careful not to hurt him. He noted the little things about you. Like the adorable way you bite your lip while you focus. His eyes were glued to your every movement. When you felt him staring, he looked away quickly, his heart pounds in his chest and his skin flares with warmth. Thankfully you ignored it, but he's startled by his own thoughts and reactions. Masky figured it out pretty quickly that he's beginning to gain more then a crush on you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets #Masky #Masky x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #tim wright #tim wright x reader

[yourmomazfav]

I love your writing!! The way you write Enid is so perfect, I’m honestly obsessed. I was wondering if I can request an Enid x fem!reader?? Idk how comfortable you are with writing angst, so if this is out of your comfort zone feel free to ignore!!

So basically I’m thinking R has a strained relationship with her parents, specifically her mom who was emotionally absent her childhood. So when Parents Day rolls around and her mother doesn’t even show up, R is crushed. Ofc R knows Enid has a hard time with her own family so she doesn’t want to burden Enid with her issues, so she just hides in her dorm and cries. Enid eventually finds R and maybe R confesses about her mommy issues and Enid comforts her?? Sorry if this is long or makes you uncomfy, honestly feel free to ignore this😭

I really love this idea, and don't worry I can do this :)

Parents Day Gone Wrong

Enid Sinclair x Fem reader

Summary/Warnings- Read request up top :)

Word Count- 1593

You had a feeling this might happen, your parents were never really there so you shouldn't have been as upset as you were. If anything you should have expected it.

But you still hoped your parents would crawl out of their self-indulgence to visit their daughter. You would have liked for them to meet Enid, they would have liked her.

'They're missing out' You thought to yourself as you stood near the entrance of the school.

You had been there for a solid 20 minutes, eyes brightening when another car pulled through the gates but then your face falling when it was someone else's parents, and it especially hurt when the students would go running up to their parents and hugging them as tight as they could.

But you stayed hopeful, in the past whenever they did show up. Which was almost never. They would show up incredibly late or show up to say hi and then leave.

You walked back up the path and sat on the stairs of the schools entrance. Bringing your elbows to sit on your knees and head in your hands. They were always like this, and it was stupid how happy you would get when they did show up.

You remember once when you were eleven, that they had actually showed up for something.

(Start of flashback)

It was your first year of middle school and there had been a competition for a project. It was to make a diorama of a natural hazard or of a pivotal moment in history.

You of course wanted to make something blow up so you chose to do a volcano diorama. You had spent hours making it at home, it seemed perfect. You stared at your diorama, the volcano was perfectly painted tones of grey and brown, adding grass and dirt at the bottom and even going as far to put little plastic dinosaurs at the bottom.

Inside the volcano was a small grease proof paper bag filled with lighter fluid, and by pulling a string on the back of the volcano, the bag would rip causing the fluid to land on a rigged lighter you had snuck in, causing a giant fire. The icing on top of the cake was that you had also done the baking soda and vinegar trick. As soon as the fire was triggered it would burn two separate paper bags which held the mixtures that would make up the lava.

It was beautiful and not just beautiful but perfect.

You had stuck right next to your diorama so no one could pull on the string and trigger the eruption without you or your parents seeing it.

Speaking of parents, they weren't even here yet. Multiple time you had stood up on a chair to scan the crowd attempting to pick out your parents from the sea of people, they still weren't here.

You knew your father was more likely the one to show up, but if followed your mother around like he always did. Would mean that you were depending on your mother's presence.

You sat back down on the chair next to your diorama and had gotten lost in thought.

You had never understood why your mother was as difficult as she was, your father had called it tough love.

And you always replied with.

''There has to be love for that to be true.''

And that night you had said that, your father nor your mother had spoken to you for the rest of that day.

''Y/N.'' A voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked up and met the eyes of your teacher Mrs. Becker. She was a kind woman who you often wished would take you away from your parents and become your mother and you thrived off of any attention she gave you, becoming a stable authoritative figure for you.

''They still aren't here.'' You mumbled, playing with your hands.

''Aw honey, why don't you show it to me and my husband, he came to see the other classes work. You remember him, he teaches the eight grade?'' She said softly, she always spoke softly. She reminded you of Miss Honey from Matilda.

You nodded standing up, waiting a moment as Mrs. Becker waved over her husband who came over with a bright smile that you had only ever seen when your own father was watching something funny on TV, he shook your hand and you grinned up at him.

''Y/N's going to show us her volcano diorama.'' She had stated giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Mr. Becker nodded with that same smile on his face as you moved towards the diorama.

Pulling the string between your index finger and thumb, the rest of the string laid in your palm the fibres tickling your hands.

Then you pulled it, you heard the first bag rip, that was the lighter fluid. It fell to the flame at the bottom and a gust of fire blew out of the volcano reaching fairly high and from the blast the other two bags broke and a thick gloopy red foam fell down the cracks of the volcano after a bang sounded throughout the room.

The foam tackled the plastic dinosaurs and calmed down before reaching the end of the dioramas work space.

With a large, toothy and childish smile plastered on your face you turned around to look at the couple, both of them with surprised expression before both of them looked down at you with the same blinding smiles from earlier.

''That was amazing kid, this is way better than most of the dioramas in the eighth grade showcase.'' Mr. Becker patted your shoulder, while Mrs. Becker nodded along with what he was saying.

''I wish they could have seen it.'' You said sighing a little looking back at the aftermath of your diorama.

''Maybe they did.'' Mrs. Becker pointed behind you and you span around.

Both of your parents stood a few feet away watching you, though neither of them looked happy, your father had a plain face on with his arms crossed. Anyone who didn't know him well enough would say that he looked mad, he always looked like that.

Your mother however, actually wasn't happy. You couldn't tell why and you were never told why even when you asked.

But, regardless on whether they were happy to be there or not. You were still over the moon.

And that should have been worrying.

(End of flashback)

You suddenly stood from your seat on the stairs and stormed through the halls of the Nevermore, moving quickly and dodging around people to get to your dorm.

Once reaching the dorm building, you rushed up the stairs and to your dorm, crossing the threshold and slamming the door behind you.

You threw yourself onto your bed and palmed at your eyes grinding into them trying to stop the need for tears to fall. It was such a pathetic thing to be upset about to you, but you knew it was justified.

Your hands pulled away from your eyes as you gave up your attempts to stop the tears, letting the fall down your face like the foam from your diorama all those years ago.

You wanted Enid here, with you, in her arms. But you couldn't disrupt her, she was with her family. Plus she had her own problems with her mother and you'd be damned if you piled your problems onto her.

You had to pull yourself together.

'Crying doesn't solve problems' That's what your mother would tell you any time you cried, or were upset. To an extent she was right, tears didn't solve anything no, but they helped get rid of the feeling as it meant you were addressing it.

You laid on your bed for what could have been and probably was hours. Only getting your sense of time back when a soft knocking on your dorm door prompted you to get up. Quickly ducking into the bathroom and cursing when you saw your tear stained face.

You shook your head and opened the the door your gaze meeting Enid's suddenly worried one, she quickly stepped forward into your room and hugged you tightly, the warmth causing more tears to erupt from your eyes.

''Baby, what's wrong?'' She asked, her hands soothingly running up and down your back.

''I'm okay, it's nothing.'' You mumble into her neck.

''Oh so you're crying for fun?'' She teased softly.

''Yeah, it's a new recreational sport.'' You joked back into her neck.

''Oh wow.'' She snorted and then giggled. ''What's really wrong?''

''They didn't show up.'' You say, and you feel her grip tighten on you.

''Well they missed out on seeing how incredibly well their daughter is doing.'' She hummed. ''They are just weenies.''

''I just wanted them to be proud for once.'' You huffed.

''Well, if it any consolation, I for one am inordinately proud of you and all that you do.'' She leaned her head to the side to where you head was still buried in her neck and kissed the top of your head. ''And I love you more than anything in the entire universe and even further.''

''That means more to me than you could ever know, I love you too y'know.'' You press a light kiss to her neck.

''Of course I know, I'm your favourite girl aren't I?'' She smiled warmly and you moved your head from her neck pressing a kiss to her sweet lips.

''You're my favourite everything.''

#wednesday (series) #Enid Sinclair #End Sinclair x Fem reader #Enid Sinclair x reader #x reader #x Fem reader

[luvuomi]

ㅤ 𝚈𝚄𝙾𝙼𝙸 and 𝙺𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙷𝙰 invited us for a picnic at the park !!

Did you want to go see them? yes ノ no

stepping outside, you are greeted with a mellow summer breeze that weaves past you, as the radiating sun above plants warm kisses across your skin and brings a vibrant glow to the foliage of trees and grass that now appear more alive than ever.

striking hues of emerald and viridescent fill your vision as you walk along the lush grass that softens your footsteps. the subtle murmur of woodland creatures who remain hidden within the trees or nestled away in burrows manages to reach your ears.

off in the distance, you see two familiar individuals sat together on a red gingham picnic blanket beneath a willow tree that sways gently with the wind. one of them is happily indulging themselves in a batch of chocolate covered strawberries while the other remains quietly reading a book in their hand. the former is the first to take notice of your approaching figure, offering a friendly smile as she waves you over.

“hey, you made it! we were just about to get started!”

the male beside her closes the book with a chuckle. “yes, had you taken any longer, yuomi would have finished all the chocolate strawberries by then.”

“kazuha!”

“it’s true love.” kazuha hums, stealing a strawberry from her hand while yuomi playfully rolls her eyes and gestures for you to take a seat.

“don’t mind him, anyways come! sit!” she pats the empty spot next to her and it’s only after you sit down do you notice the abundance of food and snacks sprawled across the picnic blanket. a majority of which consists of sweets.

“don’t worry there’s plenty more to come. so help yourself to whatever!”

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘? 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕?

kazuha is a traveler by heart so naturally he enjoys spending time outdoors while i am the complete opposite and enjoy being cooped up indoors. despite this difference though we actually manage to find a balance! usually i leave most of the planning for dates and such to kazuha as i am horrible at sticking to a schedule and end up changing my mind halfway🏃‍♀️

since he’s aware i don’t often enjoy going out, he makes sure to plan dates that i would be most comfortable with; picnic dates ( coughs ), going to pottery or terrarium making classes together, the arcade, library/bookstore dates, visiting fairs or those botanical gardens/flower fields!

of course he isn’t always so lenient with me and sometimes has to force me to get out of the house because he knows very well i need to get some fresh air touch grass. that’s when he uses underhand methods against me ( affectionately ).

however on the off chance we do stay indoors whether that’s because of the weather or we’re both feeling extra lazy that day, we’ll either binge watch movies/tv shows together, play cozy video games, or have an impromptu reading session together.

𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝?

kazuha is usually the one using endearments the most between the two of us, the most commonly used being; “love” “dear” “dove” or “darling” in no particular order.

although he often uses the term “dove” when he’s feeling extra mischievous/teasing around me. the only time he’ll refer to me by name is when he goes strict bf mode ( aka me being a little shit lmao ).

as for me, i prefer to call him by his nicknames kazu or ‘zuha! kazu more so than the other. if i’m feeling bold one day then i’ll call him “love” but most of the time your girl ends up getting embarrassed that i immediately revert back to just calling him by nickname. as for when i call him by his whole name it’s mainly just when i get really excited, anxious or embarrassed about something 😭

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝?

i’m more of a gift giving and acts of service kind of person while kazuha is quality time and physical touch! i put a heavy emphasis on the gift giving part because i always go all out on presents like decorating them into those cute gift baskets and such or just spoiling him a shit ton. deserved btw🗣️

if kazuha sees me having a hard time trying to get schoolwork or some writing done, he’ll stop what he’s doing and offer to help, which i internally cry in response to because omg was i on the verge of just quitting altogether in whatever it is i was doing-

meanwhile, kazuha absolutely loves his love language of physical touch. he’s well aware of the fact that i either repulse or get embarrassed at the idea of physical touch ( aro/ace struggles ) so he starts out small. hand holding/kisses, front and back hugs, etc.

once he notices that i’ve become comfortable once again at such gestures he’ll bump it up to kisses, cuddle session where he’ll just bury his face into my neck and plant kisses there too ( i am totally not dying/screaming inside when he does that🫣 ).

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑?

clueless gf and observant bf LMAO or gf who’s awkward as hell and gets flustered easily with a bf who doesn’t even mind it and just continues to shower her with affection regardless.

but don’t let his calm and charming nature fool you, kazuha can also be the very snarky and cheeky one here too. tossing in the occasional surprise kiss and just overall messing/teasing the hell out of me because he can. he’ll only do this though if i’m in my comfortable state of receiving physical touch and gestures.

while we both act as the parent figures of our friend groups, when it’s just the two of us, kazuha takes on the role of the parent. not in a way where he’s the dominant one in the rs ( because he’s a firm believer that we should both be each other’s equal ) but in an attentive and caring way🥰

𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎?

aaa i bounce a lot between trying out different styles and aesthetics but i find myself enjoying more of the light academia/soft aesthetics. spring and fall times are when those styles of mine reach there peak and become prominent in my everyday wardrobe.

i’m also a big fan of wearing jewelry with all my outfits and some head accessories.

kazuha also likes to wear clothes that fall under the light academic category but every now and then he’ll try out a dark academia or grunge style ( because i secretly tell him to🤭 ). and when he does that that’s also the time he’ll throw on a couple piercings as well hehe ( only for his ears though ) and some rings and bracelets.

he prefers to just wear necklaces but i sneak him some rings and bracelets for him ;) sometimes i like to paint his nails for fun but he’ll actually leave them on even though i always tell him he can take it off afterwards

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜?

if you weren’t already able to tell we are both hardcore literature and book fanatics. although i’m more of a fantasy and romance genre lover while kazuha prefers to read poetry and sometimes dabble into some young adult fiction. though we both do love reading graphic novels/manga!

and yes, im a huge lover of sweets and anything dessert related. kazuha doesn’t mind them but he doesn’t eat them as often as i do and will just settle for some sweet tea. and then of course there’s the while outdoor/indoor debacle we have going on.

oh and how could i forget our mutual love for cats! i will happily stop to pet one that we happen to cross paths with during our afternoon walks together. sometimes i’ll even ask if we can take one home ( the cat distribution chose us ) but it ends with kazuha having to drag me away because he knows i get bad allergies with them🫠

“heading off now?” yuomi asks, noticing you preparing to take off for the day. “alright well take care! we’ll be here for a little while longer so if you need anything else you can find us here.”

“unless of course we manage to finish eating everything else. and by ‘we’ i mean yuomi.”

“kazu! seriously!?”

the white haired male only chuckles in response, eyes forming into crescents as he waves goodbye to you while yuomi glares at him from the side. “take care.”

#── ꒰ ✨ ꒱ؘ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ���𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾 .ᐟ #inspired by omori with the text boxes and the whole picnic scenario as well :3 #did i go overboard? probably but good thing this is a self ship blog and so it doesnt matter! #now time to put this energy into writing for my other blog fr

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - PT XIII

Prey Predator x fem!reader

You struggle with finding meaning to Taabe’s messages

A/N- sooorrry for the delay in posting this! I really wanted to post it and the Epilogue at the same time + it was a struggle to finish the epilogue 😭

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Pabi - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for elder brother

Kiande Amedha - Yautja word for xenomorphs (hard meat)

Tasiwóo - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for buffalo

ʉ kamakʉtʉ nʉ - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ for ‘i love you’

kuhtaamia - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ for rite of passage - killing something that can kill

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Tenahpu had retold his story many times by the time you had turned in your first night back home. He had been the only victorious Young Blood. 

Grandmother had presided over some sort of celebration for him. There was a lot of dancing, drinking, and fighting. Being a small human, you stayed out of the way with Sarii. Sitting with Grandmother wasn’t so bad though. You had leaned into her strong upper body while watching the good natured mayhem unfold.

Later on Tenahpu had woken you, picking you up for sleep. You curled up into his embrace, hearing him rumble in his chest. You barely even noticed when he set you down again on your soft bedding.

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Taabe shook you awake. “Hurry, they only come out at dawn.”

You tried to ask him what he was talking about, but he only responded, “We’ll miss them if we don’t go soon.”

“Please, Taabe. Tell me what to do.” You were following him through a path in the brush now. He stopped, crouching low. Moving forward very slowly, he readied his bow. You peered around him. Hard meat was in the grass, like tasiwóo. You rubbed your eyes. What?

Taabe handed you something. It was your gun. You looked up at him, confused. It was Tenahpu. “This is your kuhtaamia,” you found yourself saying to him.

The dream changed. Tenahpu stood before you, covered in green blood. You realized you were pointing the gun at him. He watched you, unmoving.

***

Tenahpu was shaking you awake. You stopped screaming. Sarii licked the tears from your face before you knew they were there.

“Why?” Tenahpu looked put out.

Shaking, you sat up. Sarii and Tenahpu whined at you. “I… Taabe is trying to tell me something.”

“Your brother.”

“Yes.” You grew cross with him.

“What does he say?” Tenahpu shifted uncomfortably, but tried to continue the conversation.

“Nothing. I don’t know.” You sighed angrily and flopped down, facing away from Tenahpu. Sarii wiggled into your arms.

Tenahpu remained sitting. Finally, he clicked softly, saying, “Next today we… hold rites.”

You sat up and looked at him, half turning over, “What?”

“We… mmfhg… Grandmother will tell.” Frustrated, you flopped back down again. Tenahpu tried to touch you but you fended him off. Sighing, he rolled over.

***

The burial place was already prepared. Pabi and Tenahpu waited by it with Sarii as you and Grandmother brought the remains down. Unable to tell who was who, all the skulls would be buried together. Taabe and the others would be honored as one.

When you and Grandmother reached the spot, she carefully placed the bones at your feet. With a heavy heart, you knelt. Wrapping them in small blankets, you placed each of them in individually. You sang an old song of love and remembrance. The Yautja witnessed your makeshift ceremony quietly. Finally the song was over.

Tenahpu approached you hesitantly. He held out his hands, carefully clasped. Just like Taabe’s in your first vision. You flashed back to it. When he opened them, you saw your sharpened stone. You felt dizzy. Were you in a vision right now? Was this real?

You haltingly took the stone. It was warm in your hand. Turning it over once, you paused. The suns beat down on you. Birds called. They sounded less strange each day that went by. Tenahpu clicked and was shushed by Grandmother.

You both had wanted your kuhtaamia more than anything else. You had hunted rabbits and deer to prepare. Tenahpu… hunted something bigger. Crying, you whispered, “ʉ kamakʉtʉnʉ,” kissing the warm stone. You put it carefully into the burying place.

After a moment, you stood. You watched as Pabi and Tenahpu pushed the stony earth back into place. Sarii was at your feet, waiting.  You pet her. As she wagged her tail, Tenahpu carefully approached you. He reached out a hand. Looking up into his face, you slid your hand into his, his rough skin a familiar sensation. He clicked softly.

***

Amishta slid her hand into his. He closed his hand over her small one, clicking reverently. When they reached home, he would give her his courtship offering. Grandmother would probably have to explain, but, as the matriarch of the household, she wouldn’t mind. He didn’t know what the future would be. But he hoped Amishta would accept him, even after everything. Grandmother led the way, clicking for everyone to follow. You all headed home.

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“You need to forgive people you don’t understand; if not, try to understand the people you want to forgive.” - Shannon L Alder

@coolninjavoid @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @lainphotography

#yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja fanfiction #feral predator x reader #predator x human #predator x reader #predator x you

[inchidentally]

Hey!! So your list of landoscar fic ideas that you’d want to see got me scheming and I really latched onto the idea of faerie lando so I wrote the first part of a fic based around your idea (basically how baby faerie lando came to be). there’s no landoscar yet but trust that there will be an obnoxious amount of it later :) also all your fic concepts were so good and they make me wish I could just poof fics into existence so I could read them!! sorry that this ask is so long 😭 would love your thoughts/feedback, but no pressure of course!! I’ll post it to ao3 once I actually finish it lol

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One dusky winter evening, the sky painted in smears of mottled purple, three year old Oliver Norris’ neon green trainers squeaked on the rain-damp grass. His favorite toy was clutched in his chubby hands. He had toddled his way over to the mossy, timeworn well that had sat at the edge of the Norris’ Somerset home for generations. It was perched on a tiny hill, surrounded by an isolated glen, and connected to the main grounds by a dirt trail overgrown with creeping vines.

Oliver’s nanny always told him stories of faeries older than time itself, wily immortals that lived in the in-between moments of a human life. A warm breeze caressing his cheek was a benevolent faerie brushing a kiss. When Oliver’s mighty block tower toppled overnight, a mischievous pixie was to blame. With a golden gleam in her eye, his nanny would retell tales of the fae granting mortal wishes and fulfilling their greatest dreams. Ancient wells were one of their favorite haunts. On moonlit nights, the fae danced around them to an enchanted tune only they could hear.

Every time, a warning followed. The fair folk and their gifts were never truly as they seemed. They were always exchanges, often disguised as wondrous blessings. You would always owe a faerie a debt, unless you could offer them something of equal value. Otherwise, the fae collected their due as they saw fit, often in the form of a fatal favor.

Oliver was undeterred. There was something he wanted with all his heart. Perhaps the faeries would grant his wish. He hoped there was one nearby who would hear him. He had been practicing for a whole week, choosing his words carefully, rehearsing each syllable so that he didn’t mess up when it mattered. Oliver peered over the stone edge as best as he could, and whispered his wish into the dark of the well’s mouth, face scrunched in concentration. Satisfied, he carefully placed his beloved toy atop a tuft of asters nearby. A glossy orange miniature race car, polished to perfection, with wheels that really rolled, stood out starkly against its bed of purple. Oliver covered the toy car with the biggest elm tree leaf he could find, so that no one else but the faerie would discover it.

Behind him, he heard the tell-tale rustle of grass accompanied by her footsteps, delicate even after fighting her way through a thicket of thorny shrubs. Oliver squealed in delight as his mother scooped him into her arms.

“There you are! You know you shouldn’t run off this late in the day, Ollie. What would’ve happened if night fell? Reckless little boy.” His mother sighed with a smile, unable to stay upset for long. “Thank goodness Maeve told me you were at the old well.” She paused, thoughtful. “Did you wish for something, darling?”

Oliver nodded sleepily into the crook of her neck. “I wished for a younger brother. I want someone to play with all the time,” he murmured softly.

When Cisca looked down, Oliver was already fast asleep, chest rising slowly in time with hers.

The sun seemed to rise early the next morning. The whole family sat down to breakfast, a full English spread across the table. Oliver watched his father move to spear a sausage just as someone barged into the breakfast nook. The sausage went flying onto the floor, the dogs swarming it immediately. Thomas, the groundskeeper, stood at the end of the table, panting and red in the face. His mother slid a cool glass of water over to him, which he took gratefully.

“There’s a baby ma’am,” Thomas said between sips of the water. “Out back by the old well. No one knows whose he is. I found the poor thing this morning when I finally decided to clean up the trail to the glen. He was shrieking his little lungs out, wouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t dare move him. I’m terrible with children. My sister would attest.” He chuckled for a second before his voice sobered again. “You all must go down there. I haven’t the faintest idea what to do with a baby.”

Dining room chairs were pushed in with a screech and coats were hastily put on. They were out the front door and into the crisp bite of the southern wind in a minute flat.

Oliver tugged on his mother’s hand as they hurried down a rolling hill. “Mama, what if my wish came true? What if the baby is my little brother?”

Instead of dismissing her child, Cisca hummed thoughtfully, a faraway look in her green eyes. “Maybe you’re right, darling.”

They heard the baby before they saw it. A piercing wail cut through the normal calm of the glen. Drawn closer by the shrill cry, Oliver saw a baby boy laying on a bed of aster, atop the little hill. The baby was right where he had laid down his shiny orange race car last night. Oliver smiled. He was certain this was the baby brother he had so desperately wished for. The baby certainly didn’t seem like a faerie child unless you looked particularly close. Already, there was a whisper of brown curls atop his head. His skin seemed to hold a faint golden glow and his eyes were an oddly enchanting mismash of colors. The most obvious thing was the way that the baby’s ears came to soft, barely noticeable points.

His mother seemed to realize that this baby was the faerie’s answer to Oliver’s wish too. Wordlessly, she turned to his father and started to explain last night’s occurrence. Tuning his parents out, Oliver tentatively reached out a hand to his new brother. The baby stopped crying, his pudgy face splitting into a cheeky grin. He giggled as Oliver ducked behind his fingers again and again, reappearing each time.

“Darling, your father and I decided that you should name your new brother. He is your wish, after all,” his mother told him as she knelt down.

“Lando,” Oliver announced. “His name is going to be Lando, just like the little hill the faeries put him on.”

I've already messaged you about this but can I say again !!!!!! I ADORE this so much already!! little Lando just pop! appearing because Oliver was clever enough to tuck his perfect papaya car where the fae would find it <3

#inchreplies #lemonadedino #!!!!! #landoscar fic #I cannot wait for the rest!!

[elliethetennisfan]

Andrey Rublev x f! reader

fluff

warnings; none

!!Not proofread!!

Comment what you think and if i should do more :)) (this is my first short story lol sorry if it’s bad)

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Andrey Rublev stepped onto the pristine grass courts of Wimbledon with determination etched on his face. The young Russian had tirelessly trained for this moment, yearning to etch his name into the annals of tennis history.

His path to the final was strewn with challenges, each match a testament to his skill and resilience. The championship match arrived, a clash of titans awaited. Rublev faced a seasoned opponent, their volleys echoing through the hallowed grounds. The final set was a battle of nerves, but Rublev’s tenacity shone bright as he claimed victory in a thrilling tiebreaker.

The crowd erupted in applause, chants of his name echoing across Centre Court. But amidst the jubilation, Rublev’s mind wandered to one person—his girlfriend, Y/N. She stood at the edge of the court, her eyes shimmering with pride and joy. She rushed to him as he stepped off the court, embracing him tightly, unable to contain her excitement.

Their embrace lingered, words unnecessary amidst the elation that enveloped them. Y/N’s support had been unwavering, a pillar of strength throughout his journey. With tears of joy streaming down her face, she whispered, “You did it, Andrey. You’re a Wimbledon champion.”

The evening was a whirlwind of celebrations. Amidst the popping champagne bottles and flashes of cameras, Y/N ensured Andrey stayed grounded. Her loving gaze never left him, a reminder of the genuine support that transcended the tennis triumph.

Days after the historic win, Andrey and Y/N found solace in a quaint café nestled in the heart of Wimbledon village. Away from the spotlight, they cherished the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Y/N, always his confidante, noticed a hint of pensiveness in Andrey’s eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, reaching out to hold his hand.

“I can’t shake off the feeling that this victory changes everything,” Andrey confessed. “Expectations, pressures—I fear losing what truly matters amidst the fame and success.”

Y/N squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You’re still the same person I fell in love with, Andrey. Nothing changes that. Let’s navigate this together, stay true to who you are.”

Her words eased the burden in his heart, a gentle reminder of the unwavering support she offered. Together, they embraced the challenges that came with Andrey’s newfound status as a Wimbledon champion.

Months flew by, tournaments came and went, but their bond remained unshakable. Y/N ensured Andrey stayed grounded, reminding him of the values that defined him beyond the tennis courts.

In the serene solitude of their home, Y/N surprised Andrey with a homemade dinner, a simple yet heartfelt gesture. As they sat across each other, relishing the warmth of the moment, Andrey gazed at Y/N with newfound admiration.

“You’re my champion, Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting gratitude. “Your unwavering support means more than any trophy.”

Touched by his words, Y/N leaned in, her eyes sparkling with love. “Andrey, you’ve always been a champion to me, with or without the titles. I’m just here to remind you of that.”

In that moment, amidst the quietude of their love, Andrey realized that his greatest victory wasn’t claimed on the courts of Wimbledon—it was the unwavering love and support of his girlfriend, Y/N, that made every triumph meaningful.

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well this just fed my delusions even more 😭 …. anyways hope you enjoyed !!

again, comment if u like it and ANY advice :)

if you want to give requests i only take them for tennis players (not dead ones though) as i don’t feel necessarily comfortable writing for them.

Please, please, please don’t reblog / repost on any platform without MY permission FIRST. i’ll post my socials soon x

have a good day/night :))

#andrey rublev #tennis #fanfic #delusional #wimbledon #championship #novak djokovic #story

[whichwoods]

Going crazy manifesting an update for like the stars that shine! Is there anything you can tell us about the next update?

i'm manifesting an update too 😭 here's a snippet of chap 3:

Luke swipes at his eyes as he walks up the winding, rocky path toward MAC’s dragonpit. He tries to take steadying breaths, but the sulfuric air does little to calm his nerves. 

He grimaces, pausing to spit some wretched combination of saliva and bile onto the ground. Luke has been feeling ill all week, some early-morning nausea he allowed himself to think was just related to nerves haunting him for the past week or so. Maybe the thought of returning to school was stressful, he’d foolishly thought, though that didn’t feel right even at the time. 

“Luke!” a familiar voice calls from ahead on the path. “Morning!”

He quickly rights his posture,  discreetly wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Nettles Waters is the first person Luke is seeing since returning to Dragonstone, and he doesn’t exactly want her to catch him puking. Nettles is a nice girl and probably one of his favorite classmates, but still, people talk on this campus. “Hey,” he croaks, quickly clearing his throat. 

“You off to see Arrax?” she asks with a smile, looking perfect even for just coming back from riding Sheepstealer in the wee hours in the morning, already on her way back down the hill. Luke barely managed to throw on riding pants and a sweatshirt. 

“Yep.” He keeps walking as he speaks to her, looking over his shoulder as he passes her. “Got to go give him lots of love.” 

“You alright?” she asks after him, after catching a sniffle. Luke quickens his pace. 

“Just fine! Probably caught something in King’s Landing, that cesspit. Wouldn’t want you to catch it. See you!”

He thinks he distantly hears her say goodbye, but he’s too far away to properly make it out by the time she says it. Luke makes the rest of his way up the path as quick as he can, with a burst of power he didn’t think himself capable of. It’s been an awful morning; he wants to see his dragon. 

MAC’s dragonpit is carved into the side of a cliff overhanging the rest of the campus. The flat that the mouth rests on is vast and rocky, intercut with grassy patches of tough, mountain plants here and there. When Luke reaches it, he sees that a few dragons are taking advantage of the winter sun, milling about outside without their riders. 

The area around the pit still looks tremendously empty without the massive form of Vhagar, Luke can’t help but think, even though she hasn’t stayed here since his sophomore year of undergrad. The east corner of the flat she usually laid on, littered with rough rocks she liked to scratch her hide on, sat empty for years after Aemond graduated. Now, a few of the yearlings like to sunbathe there. Luke watches two twist and chase each other low in the sky above it, a bittersweet smile crossing his face as he takes in their blue and red scales glinting in the sun. Their high-pitched shrieks and growls echo against the rock walls of the cliffs.

He spots Arrax laying in one of the grass patches by the west end of the field, pale scales looking pearl-like in the early sunlight. He raises his head as Luke approaches, great red spikes quivering in excitement as he spots his rider. Luke waves his arms around in greeting, genuine grin cracking through his foul mood, the emotions of his dragon contagious through their bond. He yells out a quick greeting in High Valyrian.

Arrax gets up on all fours, and Luke swears he feels the ground shake with it — Arrax isn’t a small beast anymore, quickly approaching the size of Daemon’s Caraxes. Still, the expression Luke has come to consider a fang-ridden smile is the same as it was when he was a hatchling, as he charges toward Luke. 

It’s a familiar song and dance. Normally, Arrax would dart toward him and throw Luke up in the air by his snout, and Luke would gleefully let him. Mindful of his new condition, he plans to call Arrax off at the last moment, tell him to settle and approach gently. However, before he opens his mouth, he sees Arrax skid to a stop himself, great talons digging into the earth to halt himself. 

“Arrax?” Luke calls, voice soft, as he walks toward him. 

His dragon still approaches him, though now he moves slowly, walking with a carefulness Luke rarely sees from the beast. He’s making inquisitive, trilling noises that have Luke frowning in confusion, as he slightly moves his great head from side to side. 

“What is it, my love?” Luke asks, at an odd humming noise Arrax makes.

Very gently, once he’s close enough, Arrax noses at his abdomen, sniffing him. Luke scratches at the scales on his dragon’s snout — by the eyes, the way he knows he likes — making his dragon trill happily. Still, knowing all too well what those behaviors mean from his dragon and what they confirm, Luke can’t help but start to sob. 

#lucemond #lsts #hmmmm what else to say abt chap 3 #we see laenor and qarl #they've been fun to write #and by fun i mean agonizing #it's really been taking forever but the end is in sight #also there's a lucemond flashback to their undergrad days together #also chap 4 spoiler - y'all will get aemond's POV #ty to everyone who still cares abt this silly fic <3 #wynch writing

[k0kichiimagines]

WOAH OKAY YOUR ANGST WRITING NEARLY MADE ME CRY IT WAS THE ONE ABOUT SAERAN HAVING UNREQUITED FEELINGS FOR MC WHO IS MARRYING SAEYOUNG 😭😭😭

I've had a growing brainrot for saeran/unknown recently and I was wondering if you could write something about finally getting closer to saeran? something like fluff or you can just change it however you want, I trust your writing flair ✋🏻

i love writing se saeran so much <3 ahh i always loved the heart wrenching 'saeran loving mc in saeyoung's route' theories, it shatters my heart but i just had to write something at least once for it - i'm happy you liked it :D !

SE Searan x reader

: you truly do care for him, you'd wait all eternity just to sit by his side once

[Please hurry leave me, I can't breath, please don't say you love me]

[first love / late spring - mitski]

"Saeran?"

Saeyoung had left for the day, off to get a bunch of things done all in one go, and request you to stay. It wasn't uncommon for you to simply hang around the house, you'd grown fond of the twins, Saeyoung in a platonic best friends kind of way, and Saeran in that and a more… romantic sense. He was akin to a stray cat, staying firmly in his corner and only sometimes moving closer, enough for you to see his face clearly and the last bleached strands left in his hair, but never enough for him to do more then awkwardly sit near you.

Right now he was sitting on the grass outside, a blank look on his face as he stared into nothing. He didn't respond to your call, you didn't want to surprise him, nor did you want to leave him without checking on him. You sat next to him, holding your hand out as though to touch him but purposely leaving it hanging in the air - and he seemed to notice that and turn to face you. God, he looked rough, you could see it in his eyes. Silence fell over the both of you, he was clearly more comfortable with you then anyone else on a lot of days - the RFA seemed to see him as an unstable patient, and with his brother there was this awkward tension he could never bare for more then a few minutes at a time. But you didn't want to push it.

"Can I stay near you?"

"Sure." You let your hand drop near him, not yet breaking your gaze.

"Why do you want to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to stay."

"Because I'm worried about you. I care for you." The answer felt too simple, too direct, something Jumin would state with an expression only readable by someone who cared deeply for him in return, but it seemed to be enough for his expression to soften slightly. He turned to stare up at the sky once more, but without the lost expression this time. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you followed his gaze to look up at the soft clouds moving slowly above you. A bird flew over once, and another close behind. You heard some more sing elsewhere.

"Are you this nice to everyone?"

"No, only the ones really special to me."

"And I'm special to you? I barely even speak to you." An emotion flickered across his face, guilt? Regret? Hope? You weren't sure, you weren't sure he was either.

"Yeah." You turned to find him looking at you once more, seemingly much closer then he was before. "You're special to me." You confirmed once more, voice trailing off into nothing as he moved close enough that your forehead was centimetres from his, you felt your heart pick up pace, he'd never been so close to you before, not since the day he'd smashed through the apartment window and held you threateningly. "Even if we're not super close right now, I like you. I care for you." Your hands made their away against his cheeks, and his eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of such a gentle touch. "I'm happy just sitting near you like this, I want the best for you, I…" You stopped yourself there. Such words would be too much today.

"Please don't tell me you … Not yet. Not now." His voice cracked ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, and he quickly blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. A useless action, because he felt them run down his face regardless at your soft nod, the unspoken phrase that you didn't need to say for him to feel, he felt it in the way your hands only felt softer against his skin, in the way you rested your forehead against his. In the way that right here, right now, he couldn't think of a single other person on this planet but the two of you.

#saeran x reader #se saeran x reader #saeran choi x reader #mystic messenger x reader #msyme x reader #🍓... saeran #choi saeran x reader #secret end saeran x reader

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🌸 😭 for sweet boy Vince

CW: PTSD, referenced alcoholism and withdrawal, referenced death

Takes place after the end of the Same Bed Arc

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"You can't cry in there." The voice is raspy and muffled through the door. The pounding of a fist against it, though, is louder. Vince leans over, elbows on his knees and his hands pressed against his face. His palms are sweaty, it trickles down the back of his neck to soak into his t-shirt, joining the damp spots already growing. Designer shirts soak up sweat and tears just like the cheap ones, in the end.

He doesn't answer the voice.

Maybe if he doesn't answer, it'll just go away, and leave him here to be miserable and self-pitying and all the things the podcasts his old therapist used to tell him to listen to tell him not to be. Visualize self-confidence growing within you, like you've planted a seed of understanding...

He might be laughing, now. It's sort of hard to tell, because tears are still dampening his cheeks underneath his palms. His shoulders are shaking, just like his hands.

"I don't understand anything," He mutters, and wonders how many people would hate him if they knew the truth, that Vincent Shield is hiding in a house in a poor neighborhood, that he loathes his fortune and fame, that it was never worth the price he agreed to pay.

It had never been worth the deal he and Carlotta Grant had agreed to, it had never been worth all the nights he sat up drinking until he drowned out the voice of Owen against his ear. It wasn't worth Kauri's desperate dying struggle to survive on top of him. It wasn't ever worth it.

God, he wants a drink.

He needs a drink.

A moment later, the pounding starts up again. "Hey! I said you can't cry in there!"

Vince groans, sitting back up and rolling his head back to stare up at the ceiling as he drops his hands, silently entreating the flat off-white tile marked with evidence of a half-dozen repairs made over the decades to somehow intervene with him on this.

Nothing happens.

"Why the hell can't I?" He asks, willing his voice to stay calm and even. It only wobbles a little. He's sort of proud of that.

Once an actor, always an actor. Good job, Shield, too bad you're pretty sure you'll never act again.

"Because the other bathroom's broken, remember? Go cry somewhere else, literally anywhere fucking else, dumbass!"

Vince pushes to his feet, reluctantly, and goes to the door, pulling the little hook up to unlock it. It swings open inside on creaky old hinges, and he's face to face with Nat's only current resident runaway. "Fine. I'll go. Hope you're happy."

"I wasn't made for happiness." Jameson's eyes narrow, searching his face. "You look like shit, Shield."

"Thanks," Vince says heavily, moving past him into the hallway. "You look like someone got real drunk and took a lawn mower to your head and the grass just started growing back in."

He waits for the vitriol Jameson will spit, but there's only silence. Vince makes it a few steps before guilt makes him turn back, mouth open to apologize.

But Jameson doesn't look angry. Instead, he's looking at him over his shoulder. And he's smiling, crooked and pulled up more on one side than the other, emphasizing a deep scar from some long-ago blade. "Hey, so you do have a spine. Nicely done."

"Uh... thanks. Look, I'm sorry, I'm just having some trouble-"

"We're all having trouble. I've said worse things to better people. Just... you know what, come on." Vince, despite being about ten years older, is pulled along like a child when Jameson grabs him by the wrist, down the upstairs hallway to a room at the end of the hall. When the door opens, Vince is hit with the smell of old paper, books and dust and time. The room's a disaster area - just piles of storage. A giant old wooden desk with boxes and boxes on top of it. There's boxes stacked everywhere, some half-open, some closed. Yellowing papers half-fall from old photo albums.

"Wh-... what-"

"You can cry in here," Jameson says, letting his arm drop and gesturing inside. "I do. Or my closet, but this is a good spot, because you're alone and people mostly don't look. You can get under the desk, or, like, look real sad out the window... I get it. This is where I go when I want to think about him but I don't want to talk about him, you know?"

Vince's throat tightens, and he has to swallow past the growing constriction. His bruises are fading, now, but the memory of Owen's hands around his throat never seems to leave. He looks over at a framed photo on the wall, black-and-white, of two people that look immensely unhappy squinting out at whoever held the camera. "Him?"

"Yeah. Mine was a 'him'. Yours is that Owen motherfucker. There's always somebody to cry about, right? And... I don't know. You, uh. You seem like maybe you loved yours, a little bit, too."

"No, I-... I didn't want him like th-that-... I told him no-"

"I didn't say that you wanted to fuck him, Shield. I just said maybe you loved him a little, before all the trying to murder you shit." Jameson shrugs. "Fuck off if you don't like it, it was just a thought. Just trying to help, fuck me for trying."

This time, when he turns to go, Vince is the one who grabs his arm with one hand. Jameson turns to look back at him, and Vince searches his face, trying to understand what he sees there. Derision, dismissal, but something like compassion, too.

"Wait," Vince says, and his voice is hoarse. He can feel tears all over again, and he fights hard to push them down. How was it always so easy to cry on command in the movies, but he can't control shit now that he's here and it's over? "Wait, just. I'm sorry. You're right. He was my-... my best friend, when we were kids. He was my... my only real friend, ever, before Nat."

"That creep was your only friend? That's really fucking sad," Jameson says, and they both laugh - Vince the airy breathy laughter of someone about to fall apart, and Jameson the barely-there sound of someone trying not to mock, just gently rib towards good humor.

"It is, oh my God, it is so fucking sad," Vince groans, and finds himself sliding to the ground, ignoring the spike of pain right up his spine. He isn't fully healed yet. It aches, in so many places. It aches deep inside of him worse. "We did everything together, for years. We were everything for-... for each other. For years. And I-... I had to-"

"I know." Jameson, with a grunt of pain of his own, slowly makes his way down to seated as well. He has to balance himself carefully, and Vince notices how his legs don't quite bend all the way, how he kicks them out to one side.

"Yeah, I just-... I thought I'd gotten away, and then he sent flowers and showed up at my house and then there was-... I thought he'd killed Kauri. I think he had his corpse on top of me, that it was over, it... It was like watching him murder me, from outside myself, like... like watching myself die under his hands, because I c-couldn't save me, and just... I had to-... I had to-"

"You did." Jameson nods, and when he reaches out Vince grabs onto his hands and holds tight. "You had to do it, Shield, I get it. I did it, too, twice. I'd do it again. But... but I get how it doesn't... leave your head, after, does it?"

"No," Vince says, and his voice breaks. His head drops as the sob escapes his attempts to hold it back, and he leans forward, with Jameson pulling him gently, until his forehead rests on the other man's shoulder, until his hands are gripped into the fabric of an old thrift-store t-shirt. Until the tears break through again and he doesn't quite drown, because someone else is holding him up. "I see it-... every night I see how he looked when I-... but I h-had to-"

"You had to," Jameson repeats, softly. He slides his arms slowly around Vince. "You had to, and Kauri's alive because you did. You saved a life."

"I took a life-"

"You saved Kauri's when you did. And yours. Sometimes the motherfuckers have to die so that you don't, that's how it works for us. And you never wore a collar, but you're one of us, or good as anyway."

"I murdered someone!"

"But he didn't get to murder you."

Vince clings to that small, slim thread of comfort, the single shining bright spot in the well of darkness within him. And Jameson holds on until Vince is ready - and able - to let go.

"Jesus, I want a drink so much," Vince says, and hates himself for the childlike whine in his voice, hates the way his mouth is dry and his hands keep shaking. "I just want a drink-"

"Sorry, no booze allowed," Jameson says, but there's no vitriol in his voice any longer. "But can I interest you in a can of Spam she has in the kitchen cabinets for some godawful reason? That's kind of like alcohol, in that it's probably really bad for your liver."

They both laugh again, and Vince shakes his head, hair brushing the side of Jameson's neck. "N-no thanks. But... thanks, Jameson."

"Yeah, whatever. Come in here if you want to cry, it's a good spot for it. But don't use the fucking bathroom for it anymore, at least 'til she gets the downstairs fixed."

"Right. God, I was living in a mansion before this-"

"Yeah, it was fuck-ugly and looked like if a refrigerator married the internet and had an awful baby. This house is better. Now, I need to go to the bathroom for real."

With another grunt of pain, Jameson pulls away to get to his feet, and Vince watches him leave, how he limps a little when he wasn't limping just a few minutes ago. How it must have cost him to get down on the floor and back up again.

He looks around at the room full of the passage of time, and exhales as he takes in the dust and the age of everything around him.

"Yeah," He breathes, and finds himself calming. "This house is better."

#whump #vincent shield is not a hero #jameson bb #ptsd tw #referenced death #referenced murder #nightmares tw #trauma recovery #recovering whumpee #trauma recovery tw #bbu #box boy universe #grumpy caretaker #caretaker and whumpee #healing injuries

[shinobucanonwife]

My wish?

Shinobu x Fem!reader

ANGST.

“Ara ara! Tomioka-san! Isnt the moon beautiful tonight?” Your eyes widened at this. Why would she say that? You had a huge fat fucking crush on her and she didn’t notice? Giyu hummed in response. You paused walking, “What’s wrong Y/n?” Shinobu asked as she tilted her head. “I- I smell a demon over there, you guys keep going, i’ll deal with this one.” You made an excuse, you wanted to get away so you can sob in silence. “Are you sure?” Shinobu made on ‘o’. “Are you doubting me?” You scoffed. And soon, you dashed away. “Is she mad at me?” Shinobu frowned.

You sat down by a lake, a young red head was seen. “Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s in that box?” You questioned. “Oh inside this? My sister.” He said proudly. “Isn’t she suffocating?” You tilted your head, “Uh well, about that-“ “She’s a demon isn’t she?” His eyes widened in shock, how? “Look, I believe that demons and humans can be friends one day, so it’s fine with me.” You looked up at the sky, stars and a moon, shining.

He sat down by you, placed the box down. “Look! A shooting star!” He gasped. You both quickly made a wish not wasting anytime. “What was your wish?” He asked quickly. “I’ve heard that wishes don’t come true if they have been shared to other people you know?” You booped his nose and was abit flustered.

“You look tired.” He frowned. You turned your head at him, “Of course I am, I am a hashira. Meaning no sleep.” You sighed. “You should sleep!” He insisted, pouting like a child. “I want to, but I never get the chance to. I feel like if I do, I won’t wake up ever again.” You vented, “You should take a day off!” He put on his childish mad face. “Can’t, I don’t think Oyakata-sama will be pleased.” You leaned on the grass, staring at the sky. “Have you asked?”

You stayed silent for a second, “I haven’t considered, look, I just became a hashira so I can’t take a break.” You simply said. “Hey.. What’s your name?” You asked him. “Tanjiro Kamado! My sister’s name is Nezuko Kamado!” He grinned. “Cool, Y/n L/n. Moon Pillar. Hey, where are your parents?” You asked in a worried toned. “Oh uh.. They are gone.” His head was down and he had a frown on his face. “I apologise for bringing that up…, Hey I know!” His head tilted. “You should live at my estate and we’ll be a family!” You grinend proudly. “Eh?” He looked in a confused expression. “Now that I think about it, it’s kinda weird.” “No no, I accept your offer. We don’t have a place to stay anyways.” He smiled. “Okay, we’ll just so you know. There’s another hashira living there as well. He’s only 14 tho.” You smiled. “So can I call you Nee-san?” He asked. “Sure!”

After the fight with lowermoon 5 (my baby 😭😭) and the trial, they had to head to the butterfly estate so they can get healed. “I can’t believe what you did back there Y/n, you know demons and humans can’t be allies!” Shinobu had an irk on her face. “Some can, some can’t. You shouldn’t doubt that.” You scoffed. “Also, did you see the shooting star last night?” She clapped her hands. “Yea, I made a wish.” You said. “Same here! What wish did you make?” She tilted her head. “Wishes can’t come true if they have been shared to someone else, Kocho.” You glared at her.

“Of course!” She smiled.

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“Y/n-san! Please don’t die!” Tanjiro hugged you as you have been hit by Akaza’s blood art. “I’m sure you can fight with Muzan, you gotta keep going kid.” You smiled at him. “But what if I don’t?” He sniffled. “Hey, wanna know my wish that night?” He nodded, “My wish was after the war, me and Shinobu will get married.” You smiled. “Well, you gotta make it if you want that to happen!” He sobbed. “I told you my wish, now it won’t come true, remember?” You smiled. “I have trust in you, defeat him and we will live in peace.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“I will.”

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“CAW CAW! Uppermoon 3 has died!” A crow flew around the castle and exclaimed.

“CAW CAW! Y/n L/n has passed away from a fatal hit from Uppermoon 3!” Another exclaimed.

“No, that can’t be..” Shinobu said as she had a hard grip on her sword. While she was distracted, Douma landed an attack on her, slashing her. She fell down, she knew that losing a lot of blood cannot be saved now. So she went along with her plan.

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As you walked step by step to the light, a voice called you. “Y/n!” Shinobu screamed. You froze, is she here as well? You went back, seeing a familiar black head with purple tips, you knew who that was. “I missed you.” She hugged you. “Shinobu..” You wrapped your hands around her waist. “Why?” You asked. “Don’t worry, it’s going all according to plan.” As Douma’s head fell on Shinobu’s hand. “Now that I have your head on my hand, i’ll live in peace now.” You ignored abit of her sayings until, “Is this what love feels like? Marry me!” The dumb Elsa said. “Go fuck yourself in hell.” She smiled. “Come on Y/n, let’s leave that bastard.” She smiled at you grabbing your arm.

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“Shinobu-san’s wish that night.. was to marry Y/n?”

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