#reader angst

[feelinmatcha]

❛ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 ❜

description: your boyfriend tends to remind you that you're so easy to love. characters: alhaitham + scaramouche (wanderer) a/n: had this idea brewing in my drafts and decided to finish it off ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

"no, i'm not buying a book from a genre i don't even like."

that's okay, alhaitham will.

actually, the idea of giving you your own bookshelf would already be on his mind as soon as you've successfully moved in with him and kaveh. the only catch? kaveh insists that he builds it himself as a gift.

alhaitham subtly asks you of your favorite wood one evening in the kitchen over a heavy discussion of zaytun peaches that kaveh was supposed to buy earlier that morning. trust me, he already knows which wood you'd absolutely adore, but he took the precaution of asking once again just in case as he'd be quite perturbed that his plan didn't work out in the end like he intended. he wanted it to cater to you, not anyone else.

the topic drifted from zaytun peaches to the week's trending romance novel that you had finished reading a few days ago.

"haitham, you should put this on your to-be-read list!"

"really? what's the appeal, love?"

listen guys and girls, he wants to know why you'd recommend it to him!!!

give him every little detail on why!! you want him!!! out of all people!! to read it!!!

he really just wants to hear you talk about what you find interesting.

contrary to popular belief, he doesn't hate the romance genre. he just finds it... meaningless to read? the last time he gave it a try, there was no actual knowledge in it. just fictional love between fictional characters.

but of course, he would consider it if you were to suggest something. especially if the book has you running laps around the bedroom.

so he sets out on to the nearest bookstore when he's on his 'break' and purchases the same copy you had.

you're DISCOMBOBULATED. BAFFLED.

that night you two would be in bed, settling down for the night, and he whips it out-- his fingers spreads the pages near the ending of the book and he begins reading.

"babe... why are you reading my book?"

"no, it's my book. i bought my own so you wouldn't complain about me creasing the spine."

"but why'd you buy one?"

he side-eyes you, "you suggested the book."

"but i didn't think you'd actually... you didn't have to. i know you aren't fond of--"

"i'm fond of you, and that's enough."

"no, i don't want you starting a commotion here in public."

that's okay, scaramouche will.

he loves you with his entire heart, body, and soul.

if someone stares at you weirdly? they're already being glared down by him. if a salesperson says anything about your attire, your hair (or the absense of it), or your skin-- he's throwing himself across the stall and grabbing their shirt to bring them closer to you.

he makes them apologize.

a woman, a man, an elder, a kid-- doesn't matter. as long as they got a mouth that can yap, he's gonna shut it.

your friends would let what people say to you slide, but he won't.

it's bad enough that he feels as if he doesn't deserve you so when you start thinking of yourself as someone whose less than even the dirt and cement beneath your feet, he's angry at everyone else for letting it get this far.

"what are you talking about? they insulted you and you stood there and took it!"

you don't want to feel like a burden, like someone whose always in need of being protected.

"i'm not your friend, i'm your partner," he grits. "it's what i'm supposed to do, you idiot."

really, it's just the ideal of protecting you that's instilled within his puppet body.

poor baby does not know an ounce of romance yet he said that line so effortlessly and in a way that had you choking on your next words.

as you cling to his bicep on the dirt road, you thank him. profusely. he finds it a bit annoying.

"you need to get better friends." is all he says.

he knew what loyalty was. he practically would get on his knees for it, too. he constantly looked for that in a partner, and you had answered.

he knew loyalty was needed in friendships, as well as relationships. especially relationships.

so it unsettled him when he heard that your so-called friends brushed off the verbal assaults directed to you and had the audacity to then say: "just smile and don't let it get to you"

it wouldn't be the first he's done this and it certainly won't be the last, and that's okay.

he wants to enjoy the smiles, laughs, and jokes you end up sharing with him all in an attempt to calm him down but he's already been calm. he's always found himself significantly calm around you, whether he admits it or not.

"come on, let's go home."

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#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #reader angst #reader comfort #reader soft #reader insert #genshin imagines #alhaitham x you #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you

[ajaxwfe]

They were too late to get you back.

Warnings: mention of death, arguments, angst with no happy ending, neglected reader, jealousy.

Diluc x reader, Alhaitham x reader

"Never got the chance to apologize.."

DİLUC

Diluc and you were not the type of people who would fight often, been a relationship with him almost 4 years. Sure, everything is going well.

Well... it was going well. For the past 1 year everything changed for you and him. He barely came home, interact with you, ignoring you most of the time... and kept arguing, fighting over small things.

You never opened your mouth or fight back, you loved diluc so much that it was starting to hurt. Your shared room started to feel cold, no more morning kisses or hugs before diluc went to work, cold breakfasts and dinner all by yourself. Even if he did join the diner he would be quiet all the time, not even looking at you.

You did kept your mouth shut, holding for a hope... a hope for your future with him. Until you heard the conversation with Jean. The last knife that would break you.

"She's so useless, I cant keep up with her annoying presence all the time. All she do is stay at home and distract me from work... she keeps finding noneless things to argue with me. I just want to break the ties with her already, being with her is so tiring."

"Am I... that bad?" Who knew your dear lover was thinking of you like this for the past 1 year. All you wanted was too be like the past relationship you both had. Warm bed, morning kisses, happy breakfast and dates. Covering your mouth trying not to make any sound you left there sobbing quietly.

You did everything, I mean really everything. That all arguing was really nothing for him? You just asked for him to stay by yourside for more. You were slowly draining from inside, you had no one but diluc. Only his presence was keeping you sane but this cold mansion was making you crazy.

You returned back to the mansion, you had enough. Talking with him would go nowhere after all. You wanted his attention, you wanted him to see your worth. Going to the storage room picking up the sword once you held before moving in with your so called lover. Taking a mission from katheryne, you walked to the lawachurls camp.

You were going to show him that you are still worth for something, that you could help him with everything if he asked for it. Even if it meant death. Standing in front of the big creature holding your sword tightly you ran towards to it.

..Oh how wrong you were, thinking you could defeat that monster. Laying on a pool of blood coming from your head. Suddenly feeling peacefull for the first time after 1 year of suffering from neglect. Looking at the shining stars above you. Your head ringing from aches, sword a meter away. Faint screaming noises from back. You couldn't bother to look that way.

"Please..." a faint voice big hands caressing your cheek, weird it wasnt raining but you could feel wetness on your cheeks. Turning your eyes to the voice. Hands wiping away your blood.

"Diluc.." your throat dry, coughing the blood. Your beloved, your future. How could you hate him when he was the only one left in your life? İs this really how you were going to die? As a pathetic advanturer? Few tears sliding from your face as your blurry vision tried to capture every beauty on his face.

"Jean is coming here so... please... please dont leave me now..I wont neglect you anymore...I will beg on my knees once you recover... so dont leave me here all alone.." Ah... was he also holding a hope on his hands too? A future would be great with him. Your eyelids feeling heavy, heart beating slowly as the seconds passing, his voice becoming more and more faint.

"Sleep...Can I sleep in your arms?" Your head falling to his chest, inhaling the scent for the last time you missed for so long. Diluc holding your cold body close to him, screaming and crying cursing to the celestia as you drift away from him.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham was no bad guy, I mean if it is you, he actually is willing to do anything for you. He is sure workaholic, but you guys were making sure spending time.

You met him in akademiya when you guys were like 18-19. İt wasnt a love in first sight infact you hated him because he was a cocky man. He barely cared for any situtations, always one step ahead of you, teasing you even if other cant really understand his way of teasing. But overall because of kaveh you guys did get along sometimes.

Suprisingly he was the one who confessed with a valentines card, it was cute since he was shy about it and now its been 7 years.

Alhaitham is good at fighting so sometimes he takes dangerous missions other than being scribe and that worries you a little. You were just a researcher in akademiya so you cant always be with him. First time meeting with The Traveler your mind was at ease since they were with Alhaitham and helped him with secret missions in desert.

From 7 years to this day he is also not the type of person who really shows affection towards to someone but you, it made you feel speacial. But after all that archon saving missions he invites traveler to dinner, hanging out with her more and more. You told yourself that you were not jealous and its normal to hang out with people they like.

This became so often that you were feeling so neglected, you couldnt even talked about this with alhaitham since you felt like he wouldnt care about it.

You were in your room with kaveh, he was trying to finish his desings as you were staring at the ceiling. "Saw alhaitham with a woman today while coming here." Kaveh broke the silence. "Do you know her?" He turned to you.

"You mean the traveler?" You asked tilting your head. "Uhm no? Traveler left to fontaine almost 1 week ago..." he was cold sweating, your eyes widened from shock. Then who he was meeting up with for 1 week?

"Kaveh... tell me your joking?" You laughed. İt was probably one of the jokes he was making right? But he remained silent looking down. No you wouldnt believe it until you see it with your own eyes. "Y/N wait-"

You stormed off to the Sumeru City streets heart beating like crazy. You stopped 20 meter away from alhaitham, hiding in the corner. You saw him... his betrayal as he caressed another womans cheek. She was beautiful, long silky hair and shining eyes, thin and elegance body. Your eyes watering slowly as you watched him lean for a kiss.

You ran from there. As fast as you can, till your lungs gave up. Entering your shared home to pack things up, you looked at youself on the mirror. Hair that looked horrible, sleepy eyes, body that looked like a frog in your eyes. But her... she was beautiful unlike you. You cried for the first time after years, wiping your tears as you packed your things. Leaving your room with no trace of you.

Kaveh on the other hand, explaining alhaitham that you saw everything. Panic rising in him he ran to the shared house. Walking inside slowly, trying to hear if there were any noise. "Y/N? I.. I came home?" He shouted. Feeling weird like the house got colder and quiet. His heart still beating like crazy he rushed to your room only to be faced with a tidy bed, empty warddrobe and empty studying desk.

This was a cruel joke on him right? You were joking, pranking him to make him regret for not telling you sooner it was for a mission right? His hand covering his face as he falls on his knees calling out your name a few times before breaking down.

Looking around trying to find anything that belonged to you, walking inside the house he spotted a letter.

My beloved lover,

I had to leave our home because my heart was hurting too much. Sometimes, I saw things that made me scared—little moments that maybe meant nothing but felt big and heavy to me. I've always struggled with feeling good enough, and these fears made me feel even smaller.

Leaving wasn’t about anger; it was about being so overwhelmed by sadness that staying felt impossible. I never wanted to run away, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe I wasn’t what you needed.

I'm really sorry for any pain my leaving has caused. I hope one day we can understand each other better, but for now, I need some space to work through these feelings.

Take care,

[Your Name]

That was it, you left without giving a hint where you went. Guilt eating alhaitham up. For him you were perfect, you were everything he needed. Even your silence made him happy and peacefull. He was never good at showing his emotions and expressions but when you were with him he felt like he didnt need to force himself. You understood everything about him.

He lay down on your bed, a faint scent inhaling as he slightly squezzing the letter in his hand. Murmuring your name, begging to the teyvat to bring you back to him.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #reader angst #genshin angst #al haitam x reader #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #angst with no comfort #mention of death #alhaitham angst #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham

[nanaminis]

never make him love me

tldr: you’re determined to confess to teen!gojo, but your chances of success are literally 0.

cw: angst/no comfort... sorry? reader is a bit very delusional n kinda weird, gojo may be a bit ooc, no curse au, gender neutral (i think) but reader is wearing a skirt, and im p sure this is not very accurate to the actual japanese school system. not beta read btw

a/n: this has been in my drafts for too long... whoops! trying a different divider but i don’t rlly like it. also does reader count as a girl/boyfailure here or not? they kinda strange tbh :/ idk lol, hope yall enjoy getting rejected by gojo n can yall guess who hes already in love w

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

which, to be fair, a lot of people are. he’s a pretty face: soft, snow-white hair with bright cerulean eyes that draws anyone and everyone in. a big, gorgeous smile, and long, muscular limbs that you just know would feel so good wrapped around you.

plenty of people have confessed to him, and all of them have been rejected. that should be enough to put you off, to make you face the reality that gojo may not be madly in love with you, but it just makes you more determined. he’s just rejecting everyone else because he’s waiting for you!

that has to be it, right?

definitely, you think as you skip to gojo’s classroom. you can feel the weird stares from students (and even a teacher or two), but they don’t matter. you’re going to confess to gojo satoru, damn it, and nothing’s getting in the way.

it’s lunch period, thankfully, which means he’ll be with geto and ieiri. that’s good — his best friends will be there to watch him declare his reciprocated love for you.

you slide the door open, love letter and two packs of kasugai gummies in one hand. a few students in the room glance up at you, including gojo!

the two of you lock eyes — well, you think you do. it’s a bit difficult to tell, but his head is facing your direction, so he’s totally looking at you. he’s noticing you!!!

you bite your lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up in your chest and walk up to the perfect trio (hopefully, soon to be quadruple). “hi, gojo,” you say, a nervous yet giddy smile on your face.

“... hey?” he exchanges looks with geto before focusing back on you. “do i know you?”

okay, ouch. you literally sat behind him in chemistry, but, whatever. don’t focus on the little things!

“um, probably not, but!” you hold out the envelope with a heart sticker as the seal. “i have something to tell you.”

“uh... okay.” gojo scratches the back of his neck, then takes the letter. he slides his finger under the seal, tearing it open, and pulls the letter out. he unfolds it, and both geto and ieiri lean in to also read it.

a frown tugs at the corners of your lips. the words were meant for just gojo, not those two. although... does it really matter? you’re just proving that you’re a good fit for their best friend.

after a drawn out moment of silence, gojo chuckles, albeit awkwardly. “wow, uh... this is a lot.”

you nod. “yeah!” you also hand him the packs of gummies, which he takes a bit more eagerly than the letter and sets them on his desk. “so, um...”

your heart has been hammering in your chest this entire time, but now it feels like it’s trying to escape. sweat accumulates on your palms, and you resist the urge to wipe them on your skirt.

this is the big moment.

you hope and pray and plead to whatever being that’s out there for gojo to accept and reciprocate your feelings. with all the manifesting and ‘love spells’ you’ve done, it should work. gojo satoru is most definitely in love with–

“this is nice, but, uh, i’m not interested.”

...

what?

you blink down at him, and now you’re the one chuckling nervously. “i’m sorry?”

maybe you misheard. that had to be it, right? there’s no way he isn’t in love with you. you bought him gummies, you wrote him a letter, you spent countless hours researching and trying different manifestation methods, you prayed at the shrine, you learned his schedule so that you could pass by him on the way to class, you did everything for him.

he scratches the back of his neck again before refolding the letter and putting it back into the envelope. “i’m not really interested in a relationship right now. you’re probably really cool and stuff, so don’t take it personally.”

no, no, no, no. this isn't how this was supposed to go! he was supposed to say yes! what happened? what did you do wrong?

now you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of his friends. his best friends. how are you supposed to come back from this? thank god no one else in the room is paying attention right now.

heat creeps up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. sweat is drenching your palms, blood is roaring in your ears, and you really want to melt into the ground never to be seen again. you’re pretty sure your heart just shattered into a trillion pieces and a shard pierced your lungs, because you cannot breathe.

you then feel a hand on your forearm, and you jolt. it’s ieiri. “hey, are you–”

“i’m fine!” you blurt, and a few heads turn in your direction. you take the envelope back from gojo, spin on your heel, and rush out of the classroom.

damn it.

you’re pushing past people to get to the restroom, and you slam the stall door shut before locking it.

you’re so stupid. how could the gojo satoru be in love with you?

the tears finally spill from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you let your face fall into your hands as you sob.

idiot, idiot, idiot.

you should’ve known you wouldn’t be any different. he wasn’t waiting for you. he’ll never be waiting for you. you never had a chance, and in your defense, no one did.

gojo’s heart has already been claimed by someone else, and if you were a little smarter, you’d know exactly who it is.

#jjk #jjk angst #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #reader angst

[asimpforthe80s]

He's back

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Starring: vampire Eddie x grieving reader

Warnings: angst. Suicide mentions. Arguing. Crying. Reader panics. Mentions of hallucinations.

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You expected Eddie to stay dead. You know, because that's what dead people do. You had cornered Dustin and forced him to tell you everything when Eddie "went missing." So he did. And now your best friend is dead... or so you thought at least up until you woke up to him peering over you, fangs on full display.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he says, brushing some hair from your tear streaked face. You pushed him away. "Stop it.. I don't need more stupid hallucinations to remind me you're dead.." you whispered as you turned away from him, tears glossing your eyes.

"Come on.. did you really think the world was gonna go on without Eddienoo?" He chuckled, smirking down at you.

"My world won't.. but you managed to make me believe that you were here last time.." you said, let out a soft sniffle and brushing away a tear. "So what's the difference this time?" Eddie asked as he leaned forward, tilting your chin up. "You feel my presence." As he leaned closer. His warm breath kissed your skin when he exhaled.

"Just means you're getting vivid.. or I'm going insane.. cause I damn right felt you last time, too.. You're dead, Eddie.. you're not real.." you whispered, only making yourself cry more.

"Yeah, well, I'm not dead, princess, and it's high time you realize that." Eddie paused for a moment as his thumb brushed away your tears. His fingers tightened around your chin. "I was dead, but I came back. That's the difference, so why don't you quit crying before I give you something to really cry about?"

You sat back against the headboard. "First of all.. dead people stay dead.. second of all.. my Eddie wouldn't talk to me like that in a million years.." You sniffed. "Well, maybe it's time you realized just how much has changed for me while I was gone. Because yeah, old Eddie would never have spoken to you like that, but I'm not him anymore. I'm a vampire now. And guess what? Vampires are assholes, sweetheart."

You felt your heart break at that. "Then I don't want you here.." you said, tears blinding your vision. "I want the Eddie who takes care of me and makes sure I- I get up in the morning.. or that I'm eating enough.." you said, letting the tears stream. The way you spoke hurt him. But he tried to hold it in, he really did. A slight frown creased his face when he saw that you were getting upset again.

"Well, he's gone, princess. And so is this new version of me that you didn't even give a chance." He turned, hands placed on the sides of the bed. "I didn't come into this life to please you."

Your lips quivered as you tried to speak. "Then you're not the sweet man I secretly fell in love with and tried to kill myself for.." you whispered, your voice cracking as you spoke. His hands clenched into fists. The veins in his arms stood out more prominently against his skin than before. The words you spoke triggered something in him.

He turned to face you, standing over the bed with his hands pressed down on the mattress. "What was that?" he asked with a low growl. "Since you're not.. not my Eddie.. then you're not the man I loved and tried to take my own life for because I found out he died.." you repeated. Something about the way you said that made his blood run hot, his eyes turning nearly black with a simmering rage.

He leaned forward, hands coming down to grab your shoulders. "Do you have any idea how angry it makes me that you would even dare to think you should end it?" He got close, his voice laced with pure anger. "How angry would you be if I said I tried?" You asked, tears blocking your vision once more.

He wanted to scream at you. He wanted to yell at you and tell you how stupid and selfish that was. But he felt a slight twinge at the back of his mind. You were suffering. And maybe it really was because of him.

Eddie loosened his grip but let his hands slowly and softly cup your cheeks. For the first time in a while, his eyes were filled with pure concern. "You what?" You sighed. "I've tried.. I- I've really tried, okay? But every single time, a stupid hallucination of you shows up, telling me that I shouldn't do it and that you'd want me to fucking live.. but I wanted you to live with me.. and I didn't get that.." you said.

At first, he was going to deny that you weren't crazy, but he kept catching himself wanting to let his guard down. Your words of having made multiple attempts sent him into a spiral of internal conflict.

He wanted to scream at you for even considering it. But he knew he shouldn't get mad that you did, especially with how devastated you were about his death.

Eddie stayed silent for a few moments, trying to get his thoughts in order. "You actually tried to go through with it? Multiple times?" You nodded. "Knives, ropes, you name it, I've tried it.." you whispered. His hands fell from your face and squeezed into fists. His anger was quickly replaced by hurt.

"You really didn't want to be here without me?" He looked away for a moment and let out a heavy exhale. "What made you think that I would want that?" You sighed. "I didn't care.. if you wouldn't stay to finish this stupid life with me, neither was I.." you said, another tear rolling down the damp skin of your cheek.

"You didn't care..." he repeated quietly as he stared down at you. For the first time in ages, his heart felt heavy once more, and it hurt him knowing exactly how much you were suffering.

Eddie leaned down and placed one of his hands on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking through your dampened tears. "You're hurting me."

You let out a soft exhale. "And you hurt me.." you said, looking him dead in the eyes as you spoke. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said as his thumb rubbed softly at a tear trail that led down your cheek. "And I don't want to now, but if I know I'm hurting you just being here, then I should just go, shouldn't I?"

Your eyes widened once more. Was he really just gonna leave you again? Your breathing quickened along with your heartbeat, panic flowing through your veins as you watched him stand up and take a step back. He looked away from you once more and stood straight, putting a few feet of distance between the two of you. And even though he wanted to turn and run, he knew he would only be hurting you even more if he did. He knew that he had to stand here and face you.

"I'm going to do the right thing and just leave," he began, his words were as if they were being forced out of him. You felt your body go numb. Not an ounce of control left as you sat there. Heartbeat at 186 and almost a matching breathing. Just watching him take more and more steps backward.

He saw the way you were reacting. He saw the way your body froze up, how your heart began to pump faster, and how you started to breathe erratically. But what really got to him was your wide, fearful eyes. Just at that moment, he could tell that your panic was escalating beyond words.

He paused for a moment, thinking about what he should do. But seeing the way you were reacting was breaking his heart. Your eyes were begging. Pleading. Knowing what you would just do to yourself if you let him leave once again. But you weren't in control right now. You couldn't stop him. Your body was betraying you, forcing you to let him take the decision without further discussion.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he quietly demanded, turning back to face you. But as he did, you could see how much it hurt him to see you like this, the way your eyes begged him to stay as if you could do nothing to stop him.

"I don't want to hurt you, so just answer me truthfully. Do you want me to stay?" His hand shook slightly as his arm fell to his side. You couldn't answer. Your body didn't let you speak. But you needed to. It was now or never, right? If you didn't answer, he'd just leave you again, right? Your body trembled as you tried to speak. But nothing came out.

You couldn't answer, and the uncertainty of the situation made his blood run cold. The way your body was shaking and the way your voice refused to come out meant that he had likely hit on what you wanted. But how much did you want it?

Eddie took a step closer to where you were sitting, leaning down by the bed's side and placing his hands on your shoulders. "I need an answer, sweetheart. Do you want me to stay here, or would you be better off with me gone?" A tear rolled down your cheek as you realized you wouldn't be able to answer. Not now. Not in a while. You begged that vampired could read minds. You begged for him to hear to words you were silently screaming.

He couldn't handle it.

The way you were shaking and the way your eyes were screaming at him. You couldn't answer because he'd broken that trust between you both in that moment when he was angry.

He pulled his hands away and leaned down so you could stare him directly in the eyes.

"I'm begging at this point, sweetheart. Please, look me in my eyes and tell me that you want me to stay..." Your eyes drifted to meet his. As you know that you wouldn't be able to speak or nod. You decided to try nodding with your eyes as it was your only source of movement. Eddie had a feeling that you wanted him to stay. But just in case, he took a moment to observe the way your eyes moved, seeing if your head would shake or if you'd try to find a way to say yes.

His eyes widened as the truth was confirmed.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stay?" Your eyes frantically formed a nod. Begging him to stay with you. Pleading for him not to leave you again. For a moment, Eddie was completely speechless. He nearly fell to his knees with how relieved he felt. He had put everything on the line there. Just a few seconds ago, he was ready to turn around and leave forever.

But instead, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you into a loving embrace, his head buried into your neck. Finally, you felt yourself slip back into control.

"Please,please,please,please,please,.." You repeated, begging as you clutched the material of his jacket in your hands. He rubbed your back in a soothing manner, still unable to believe that you had just done the one thing he needed to hear.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere." You wanted to be held like this, and he was certainly going to give it to you. He was going to give you everything you wanted, and he wouldn't stop until you were smiling again. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to be as close to him as possible as you sobbed against his shoulder, repeating words of begging into his ears over and over.

A rush of emotions hit him as you clung to him like you'd never let go again. The moment you wrapped your legs around him made his heart flutter. His eyes remained closed the entire time and he continued to rub your back.

He knew that this was the moment that would solidify your feelings for him. Now, there was nowhere to go but up.

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Reblog or comment if anyone wants this to be a longer fic. (Please do, I have a lot more. It'll be so fucking happy)

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[animekpopsimp]

Hayy love your ffs! May i request a Xiao, Kazuha, Lyney and scara (if only one is ok!) Fanfic of them reacting to the reader have to go back to their homeplace (inazuma,etc). Lmao angst is life tyy by the wayy keep up the good work 🔥🔥

(Thanks so much for the request! I'm glad you like my work. And I hope you enjoy this as well. 💜)

This Isn't Goodbye

Xiao

You had said it when you first met Xiao, you wouldn't be staying in Liyue permanently. That fact alone should have kept him from falling for you. But, much like a mortal, he still fell. Perhaps he fooled himself into thinking things would last, that you two would stay together. Though deep down, Xiao knew that at some point, you would return to your home. It was where you belonged after all. You were just a visitor passing by, and the adepti had been foolish enough to let you steal his heart. Now he had to face the consequences, standing in front of you as you prepared to get on the boat that would take you back to your home, back to Inazuma. Xiao was angry, not at you, but himself. He thought he would be prepared for the moment you left the nation of Liyue, yet now he felt like crying. But he wouldn't let you see him like that, he would remain strong. With one final goodbye to Xiao, you boarded the boat and the Yaksha watched as you got further and further away, and before long you were out of sight. Deep down Xiao could only hope he would see you again.

Kazuha

Kazuha didn't have a home anymore, he didn't settle down. He was a wanderer, and he was ok with that. For the most part at least, but as the Crux made its way toward Liyue, Kazuha felt a heavy feeling of regret. He had fallen for you faster than he could have ever expected, even though he knew that you would return to your home at some point. Despite the sadness he felt, he didn't show it, he simply sat with you on the ship's deck, enjoying what time he still had left with you. Though, even that time didn't feel like enough, and as he watched you step onto the dock, his smile fell for a moment. You smiled at him, the sight making him feel bittersweet. Perhaps the two of you would meet again.

Lyney

Lyney didn't think he would ever have to say goodbye to you, he felt as if you two would be together forever. Though in hind sight, he should have realized that you were just passing by. Nothing good lasts forever after all. The two of you had made so many wonderful memories together, and Lyney wished he had time to make more. All the times your eyes would light up when he performed a magic trick just for you, and the way you would beg him to tell you how he did it. He loved every moment he spent together, and he hated that it would end. He stood with his sister, watching as you prepared to depart. Mondstat was always your home, yet it was so far away. Lyney almost couldn't hold back the tears as he watched you leave. Waving until he couldn't see you anymore. And finally, when he could no longer see it, he let a tear fall.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche wanted to hate you, he wanted to yell at you for leaving him. You were betraying him, weren't you. That's what he wanted to tell himself, but deep down he knew it wasn't true. And he couldn't be mad at you. Not when the expression on your face was filled with sadness. You didn't want to leave him, but your home was important to you, and who was Scaramouche to tell you that you couldn't go back. He kept his emotions under control as you left Sumeru, you had promised this wouldn't be the last time he would see you, and he believed you would keep that promise. He would wait for you, no matter how much it hurt.

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[jomamaofficial]

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again. 

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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell. 

“You don’t mean that…” 

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder. 

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible. 

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony. 

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up. 

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield. 

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the  foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if. 

What if Midoriya truly was better than you? 

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter. 

Forever. 

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard. 

Silence. 

Silence. 

Silence.

It had become silent. 

As though you were the only person in the room. 

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor. 

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave. 

“Dad!” 

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.  

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped. 

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief. 

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up. 

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion. 

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens. 

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you? 

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours. 

Instead, they looked past you. 

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old. 

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’. 

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting. 

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5. 

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years. 

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth. 

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines: 

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling 

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security 

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults. 

Apart from two things. 

First. 

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations. 

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5. 

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten. 

You are rated 0. 

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke. 

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.” 

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment. 

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall. 

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.” 

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve. 

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus. 

A ghost town. 

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.” 

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light. 

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.” 

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most. 

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh. 

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival. 

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.  

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it” 

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring. 

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?” 

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.” 

Your face had settled into a stone. 

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds. 

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope. 

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it. 

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you. 

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you. 

You knew what the answer was going to be. 

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line. 

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue. 

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

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[darling--angst-archived]

Rainfall and Tears

TW! Pure angst, explicit Language, Dazai

Pairing: Dazai x Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Pure Angst

Synopsis: When fate arranges the meetings of two broken hearts, it will be a nice reunion. Right? Except it went downhill from both people..

This happened after Dazai left the Mafia leaving reader behind.

Not proofread (I suck at synopsis')

You held the umbrella in your hand as sobs can be heard. An executive died, and your boss was generous enough to hold a funeral so his family could at least mourn. You bit your lip as his wife fell to her knees and cried. You didn't want to attend, not wanting to hear the pitiful cries of others, yet Chuuya insisted to at least pay respects in which you agreed to. What an unfortunate day it was, the death of an executive, a rainy day, and a year after he left the organization. You clutched your umbrella as you slowly walked out of the graveyard. Chuuya was comforting the woman and her child while you walked out, your boots clacking to the wet road. You sighed, today was supposed to be your anniversary on when you first met; now it's the date where he left you in that shitty hellhole called the Mafia. You sighed wanting to grab some coffee before heading back to the Port Mafia. You walked straight sighing, you always hated rainy days; it reminded you of the day you cried when you were left alone. You snapped out of your thoughts when you bumped into somebody. You stumbled and quickly bowed as a sign of apology, while the man apologize and muttered something when he saw you.

"Y/n..?" He muttered as you quickly raised your head to look at him. Your eyes widened, that voice was all too familiar; especially for you.

"Osamu...?" You whispered in shock. Never could you have suspected that the man who left you a year ago would be here. Right in your face, looking at you with teary eyes; eyes that was full of guilt and sorry.

Tears started to prick the corners of your eyes as you looked at him longer. It was really him, THE Dazai Osamu; the Demon Prodigy, traitor of the Mafia and... Your lover, the man who left you behind. In his eyes you were still the very Y/n he loved. He felt a gentle smile escape his lips, one that was genuine.

You two stared at each other, admiring each other's face; the face that both of you hadn't seen in person after a year. You snapped and realized what you were doing; you were happy to see him, alive and well. It was very different from the outcome you expected, one where you would be angry at him and curse him; perhaps you still love him after he left you. You turned your back at him, clutching your umbrella in hand, burying your nail to your palm to suppress your feelings. As you turned away his eyes widened and realized what you were trying to do. He tries to grab your hand but he halted at your words.

"Dazai..I- I won't let the Port Mafia about this encounter..but." You stuttered.

"today, from now on... We're strangers" you bit your inner cheek trying not to cry. He was shaking his head in the middle of your sentence. As you took a step, water splashes are heard. He grabbed your arms to his, making you turn back to him; you dropped your umbrella in the process. Now you were on his arm embrace, both of you are soaked from the rain. Burying his head on the crook of your neck he whispered:

"I'm s-sorry.. please.. I can't lose you again.. i- I miss you please.." he whispered between sobs, a tear escaped your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Osamu... Please..." You pleaded, voice cracking.

"I want you back.. please" he cried. You pushed him back and as you took in his form, your eyes could only widen in his state. You looked at him with watery eyes and it made him guilty. The eyes he used to love staring at because of happiness was now replaced with eyes filled of numbness and sorrowful tears; worse is that it was because of him.. and he knew that.

You turned your back on him once again as he turned his back on you in the past. When you wanted to leave him, he only held your arm to get you back in his embrace. The rain worsen and you tried to leave but he hugged you tightly. He knew he was wrong and he misses you so bad, times came where he would stare at your picture wishing you were there. He sometimes wondered "was his friend really right or was his decision leaving the Port Mafia behind really right? Or was his decision to leave you really correct"?

You snapped, tired on why he would pull you back to his embrace to begin with; after all he was the one that left you, the one that pushed you away.

"Osamu! Please! Please.. just... Push me away! Like you used to" Dazai knew that anything he would say would fail. He knew that the only way to make you stay was the three words he never said to anyone, even you. He knew he missed you, more than Oda; he never cried when his dearest friend died on his arms, yet the thought of you leaving him is a scenario he could never imagine to happen. So.. He held no response to your breakdown,

"Perhaps he didn't care anymore" you thought to yourself.

You smiled to yourself, hiding the pain. You picked up the fallen umbrella and handed it to him.

"You'll get sick.." you muttered before walking away. He was there speechless

"I love you..." He whispered, his voice cracking yet it was no use, you already left; only leaving the umbrella in his hand. When he finally said the three words he was afraid to say because of how 'human' he will be; there was nobody to say it to. He gained the courage to say it when you're not there, when you finally left. Again, he has to handle the loneliness he hated feeling because of his own decisions. He was left alone in the rain, with an umbrella in your hand as you walked away.

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[ffauthor]

Theo Raeken x Reader

In which you and Theo get captured together without the knowledge of each other.

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Theo was grunting against the metal fence, his wrist tied with only the strength of tie-wraps, burning into his skin.

His gaze was blurry, but that didnt stop him from noticing a small figure in the corner, the blood smell hazing but smellable.

There you sat, blood drippling down your forehead and your skin basically ripping apart.

Your entire body hurts, to the point that even swallowing hurts. You have no idea what happened to you to get in this bad of a state or how there's suddenly a very attractive guy hanging against a fence, with his eyes glued to your damaged body.

Theo didn't say anything tho, and maybe he didn't even get a chance to because a guy with a taser strongly gripped in his hand came crashing through the thick metal doors, the door slamming shut behind him with a hard sound.

The worried expression Theo had towards you was turned into a cold deadly stare, this time being thrown at the guy in front of him, who had this goddamn smirk on his face.

you knew he just liked to torture people and based on the look on the boy's face he knew it too, maybe even about to feel it.

Theo growled to the man as the man patiently took his time to throw water over the now impatient boy, sewed to a metal fence he can't get out of.

You could take this as the opportunity to get up, sneak away and never return. But deep down you couldn't, not just because some part told you to stay, but because you were too weak to even say anything, let alone break through your tied wrists.

''You surely do enjoy this. Don't you?'' his hair was messy and was hanging partly over his eyes, and you could've sworn he was biting his lip while still showing his teeth. Showing absolutely no fear, no... mercy.

The man was tasering Theo with force, basically slamming the hard metal into his skin, making sure he hits every vein. In the hope, it would make him weaker.

You closed your eyes to not get any sight of it, although you could barely see anything because of your burning headache and the blurry images in front of your sight.

You don't know how long you have been sitting here, in the dark corner with the presence of a boy you surely didn't mind. All you felt was the blood dripping out of your wounds and your breathing slowing down with the minute. You were convinced you were losing a lot of blood.

''They fired you, didn't they? What- Did you get caught sticking needles into helpless patients again?'' you could hear the beeping sound of the taser getting to a higher level as though it was music, but still the boy showed no fear. ''Or did they catch you trying to stick them with something else?'' His body was stiffened against the fence and he was groaning between his uneven breaths and breathless chuckles.

''Looks like-'' You could see a glimpse of the tie-wraps getting orange with the amount of pressure being put on them, a sensing smoke forming past his wrists.

''We got-''

''A winner.'' The tie-wraps broke by the amount of strength and rubbing it got and sprang to the other side of the room.

The boy got off the fence while his eyes lit up, a bright yellow color replacing his cloud-grey ones. Claws came out through his nails with force.

Chimera. Right in front of you.

Theo started to attack the male who was taken aback by the sudden action the boy pulled, and his screams for help caused you to bang your head against the wall, in the hope you would somehow manage to block the noise.

You closed your eyes, now being at your weakest as you felt the presence of someone, now closer to you than before. In fear your adrenaline gave you a boost, which caused you to startle and back away even more, but with no success.

Theo was kneeling down in front of you, holding your small hand into his massive one, black veins coming out through the skin of his arm. You felt the pain releasing as you get lifted off the cold floor.

''I got you, I got you.''

''Lay your head against my chest, okay? but keep your pretty eyes open for me.''

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[meguminne]

a harbinger’s love , ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) pantalone x reader presented by meguminne. [june 29, 2023]

loving a harbinger has never been easy, nor has anyone claimed it to be that. you know about their underhanded tactics and unshakable resolve to serve the tsaritsa, but there was something — or rather someone — that drew you closer towards the fatui.

it wasn’t his incredibly dashing good looks ( though you can argue it was a contributing factor ) nor his outstanding wealth that you think could rival the qixing’s, but it was his gentlest of smile and touch directed towards you, and only you.

what makes you special? you wonder.

he has an ulterior motive, he can’t possibly have one when you’re just you.

he sees some use out of you, that can’t be practical since you’re an average civilian.

you must remind him of someone else, you can’t prove that thought right or wrong. truth be told, despite the countless of hours and minutes you’ve spent with this man, you could never understand nor even grasp what’s brewing in his mind. you barely know him but you feel like he’s everything to you.

“darling?” gloved hands reach out to touch your hand, the rich snezhnayan fabric did little to muffle his frigid touch. as someone who's so warm towards you, you do find him rather cold; even in warmer climates. as though he was still distant despite how he acts. — “are you alright?” his voice is like honey, sweet and far too alluring to even consider the fact he was being deceitful with his worry.

“i’m fine, my love.” you smile in return, holding onto his hand, interlocking your fingers together with his.

“do not be like that, i can tell something’s bothering you.” he laughs in return; squeezing your hand softly and the sting of the cold metals around his fingers slightly burn your skin.

‘is there a reason why you love me?’ you let those words die on your lips as letting them slip might just ruin everything, destroy the illusion of a perfect life he has built for you. — you’re only ruining it with your constant worrying, why not just accept it as it is and not think about it?

no, no, you cannot just accept it! it has been two years and seven months since he first proclaimed his love for you after visiting your humble shop again and again, it has been a year and six months since you moved into his luxurious mansion and it has been only seven months since the world came to know you as the regrator’s wife. — and despite all the time that has passed, you still haven’t figured out why on earth he’s so in-love with you! there must be a reason, it cannot be chalked up to mere love at first sight.

you were swept away by his allure, his handsome face; his elegant disposition and the way he treats you and you were drunken with his love yet whenever you sober up, you can’t help but wonder. a torturous cycle of highs and lows! you can’t help but think you will be used as a sacrificial pawn in this game of chess the fatui is playing with the rest of the world!

“the fair lady’s death has me a bit shaken up,” you lie through your teeth; as someone who is married to one of the fatui’s higher-up’s, you’ve grown fluent in deceit as well. “that traveler proves to be a threat towards your goal.”

“our goal,” he says softly. “but you are correct, i must admit that that outlander’s meddling has thwarted our original plans but fear not, signora’s death was a necessary sacrifice towards teyvat’s better future.”

you nod, “of course. i have no doubt that the fatui will turn out to be victorious, not a single shadow of doubt. i am simply worried for your wellbeing, please be careful my love.” — despite what it seems, you truly do care about his wellbeing, for even though you doubt his intentions with loving you is pure, you can admit that you have fallen for the harbinger.

the regrator chuckles, amused at your concern, as he leans in to press a soft chaste kiss by the corner of your lips, “you worry enough for the both of us, fear not. i’ll be alright, i have a wife to return to, after all.”

it does little to ease your worries, his smile was stasis on his face and you can’t tell what he was planning or even thinking but the reflection of your figure in his lenses makes you think that it involved you.

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[2012wannabe]

10 minutes vs. A lifetime

my first fic in years! Lemme know what u think!!

wc: 1k

cw: Abby Anderson x AFAB!reader(reader has breasts), reader has a history of sa/rape by a man and has a panic attack during sex. honestly just some mentally ill shit

Notes for my fanfiction

Tugging Abby’s arm, you pulled her into your living room from your kitchen and firmly pulled her into a kiss.

“What’s this?”

“I can do it. I think I can.”

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to.”

“I appreciate that,” you said with a small smile.

“But I promise you that I want this.” You grabbed her arms, touching her hands and her wrists. You had always been obsessed with her arms, not just her biceps and her shoulders but her forearms down to her fingers, they just caught your eye every time especially when she wore those muscle tanks you like. Abby nodded and kissed you back, and you were excited. Not just horny excited, but excited.

Sometimes you went through phases where all you could think about were his hands and his touch leading to you having panic attacks when you had sex. You couldn't separate her touch from his and you inexplicably hated it. You loved Abby, and not being able to be intimate with her made you sad. She was so good about it too, saying that she’d gladly be celibate if it meant she got to be with you. (You cried after because of how much she loved you and she looked so concerned until you explained).

You pulled your shirt over your head and tried to unclasp your bra all sexy knowing how much Abby loved your breasts. You kissed her again and placed her hands on your waist letting her feel you up and rubbing down your back to grab your butt and slap it. You gasped into the kiss when she did and pushed yourself closer to her.

“I fucking love you.” She whispered.

“I fucking love you too.”

You pushed her to sit down on the couch, sitting on her lap and grinding against her. It had been so long, too long. Abby mumbled something you didn’t quite catch but you didn’t care, even just grinding against her thigh through your pants and hers sent a shock down to your core. She moved you momentarily to take off her pants and welcomed you back in her arms. You kissed again and let her feel and grope your butt and thighs when all of a sudden a little twinge of negative emotion started in your chest. You couldn't tell what it was quite yet but your brain scrambled knowing a panic attack was near. You kissed her more fiercely because you really did want this. She picked you up and laid you on the couch unbuttoning your pants and that little tiny twinge turned into something much more. Your heart started beating rapidly, palpitating so much so that you heard and felt it in your ears and chest. You lost your breath, starting to hyperventilate looking up at her panicked but mostly sad. She left your pants alone and asked,

“Are you okay baby?” She knew it was a pointless question, but talking grounded you. You wanted to say you were okay, but your eyes watered and tears leaked down your cheeks. Softly touching your face, she wiped your tears and sat you up still crying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” You hiccupped.

“I know you feel like you have to say it but I promise you that you don't have to apologize. It's okay. It's okay my love.”

“Fuck, why can’t I just do this?” You muttered. You clung to Abby's touch, finding solace in her unwavering presence.

"I'm here," Abby murmured softly.

"You're not alone. I love you.” She said, moving to get your shirt.

“Is it okay if I, or do you need to do it?”

“It's okay, you can do it.” You tried to smile at her but it came out pained. I wish it was over, you thought. Why is it that ten minutes for him had to become a whole lifetime for me? You cried even harder with the panic attack over with and buried your head in your arms. She gently raised your arms, slipping your shirt over your head and still sat right by your side, rubbing circles into your back and whispering comforting words to you which in a way made you feel worse. You didn't want Abby to have to deal with your problems and as much as you knew she would be appalled if you ever said it you still felt like you were a burden to her. You loved the feeling of being taken care of but you felt bad when people did. You felt guilty and unworthy even though you knew consciously you were absolutely worthy of love and care. Especially not being able to do something as natural as have sex with your romantic partner made you feel like you weren’t enough. Your lip quivered again and all you could do is cry into her shoulder and rush out another string of apologies. She continued to comfort you until the tears stopped and you were finally able to catch your breathe and ask,

“Do you mind if I have a moment to myself? I just want to sleep.”

“Of course.” She said giving you a genuine smile. Your heart twisted a bit but you got into you and Abby’s shared bed and wrapped your arms around yourself under the covers. You tried to close your eyes but your brain wouldn’t let up. Some time passed and you rolled around despite the whole ordeal exhausting you.

“Abby?” You called.

“Yeah?” She called back, instantly walking over into the bedroom.

“Can you lay with me?”

“Of course baby.” So she got into bed and you wrapped her arm around you and cuddled into her anyway already feeling your body relax.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with my problems.”

“I love you so so so much, you know that right?”

“I know.”

“And you know you will never ever ever be a burden to me right?” Fuck.

“Yeah I know.” You kissed her for the last time that night and let her love be the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

“A Better Future” Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Elf/Noldor |Third Person POV)

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use and drinking | Thranduil being a bit of a jerk

Wordcount : 2.2k words

Summary: Y/n settles in Amon Lanc and is offered a chance to serve during a special festival.

A/n: Inspiration for Amon Lanc

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Y/N’s POV

Rise.

Toil.

That was y/n’s lot in the halls of king Oropher. She would rise an hour before dawn, and then set herself to work.

She did not mind her duties—that much she could say. Y/n would awaken and bathe before garbing herself in the livery worn by all those who served. White shift, a green dress, and a neat white apron, all lined with simple gold embroidery. Even the cowl she used to cover her hair was as white as snow, and lined in gold embroidery as well. The food was better than anything she had before, and her tasks, as many as they were, were bearable.

Y/n would spend what little spare time she had during her duties studying the great halls. Slender spires and thick curtain walls, beautiful domed towers and manses rose atop Amon Lanc. A winding pathway led to lush forests and a mighty river beneath it. Magnificent gardens and fountains, and carvings of the Ainur dotted the grounds within. Then there was the palace itself. Y/n had never seen anything grander in her life. She wondered if Doriath was the same before the second kinslaying.

"Take this to the king." A cook came forth holding a tray laden with food. "And make haste. The steward says he is of a mood this morn."

Because of my presence, no doubt. Y/n picked up the tray and walked down many a lofty hall and corridor, threading her way around courtiers and warriors and elves going about their day, not stopping until she had reached the high, white doors to Oropher’s chambers. A warrior standing at attention by the door announced her arrival. Oropher bids her to enter. When the doors swung open, y/n took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked in.

It was not the first time she had seen the inside of the king’s private rooms, but her eyes flew wide all the same when they took in the general splendor. Oropher had been seated at a little table, his son by his side. The king did not even acknowledge her, but the crown prince seemed to follow her every move.

"Good morrow, your grace." Y/n set the tray on the table and gracefully dipped to her knees. Oropher merely hummed and gestured for her to arrange their meal.

Oropher made an impatient sound after picking up a piece of parchment. "This is the first Mereth Nuin Giliath since the sacking of Doriath." He gave it to his son to read. "And already it is turning into quite an affair."

A slow smile worked its way across Thranduil’s face. Y/n dared to raise her eyes and glance at him. The crown prince was his father’s exact in many ways, all high cheek bones and silver-gold hair, and a demeanor of great strength. The similarities, however, ended with their eyes. Oropher’s were a glorious silver, and Thranduil’s were a radiant blue. Flashes of red-hot anger coursed through her when she glimpsed how they had braided their hair, and nearly raised her hand to touch hers. What was left of it, that is. She turned away, her cheeks aflame, when Thranduil shifted in his place and found her looking.

If he was displeased, he did not show it. "We have partaken in feasts far greater than this," the prince was quick to remind his father, "and planned even grander ones besides. We can manage, I am sure."

Oropher sighed and turned to face y/n. "You may leave," he commanded sourly.

Y/n dipped to her knees once more before leaving, her anger ebbing and giving way to curiosity. Mereth nuin giliath, Oropher had said. The feast under the stars. She had only heard wondrous tales of it from those fortunate few who traveled to Doriath, and now, she would get to see one with her own eyes, and perhaps even be chosen to help the others serve at the tables. Giddy with excitement, y/n picked up her pace and rushed to the kitchens. The cooks did not like it when the other servants tarried on the upper floors too long.

This was how her days were spent. Rise, and toil. Rise, and toil. Serve and scrub and wash and clean, and even help the cooks at times. Y/n learned far more than she ever did. For instance, Oropher and his son preferred a light, golden wine when breaking their fast. Thranduil’s steward, Feren, preferred mint tea instead. The king’s general rose earlier than most, and his first task of the day was to wander down to the kitchens, to wheedle one of the cooks into giving him a dish of sweet rolls and pastries. Y/n would keep to the shadows and watch while Angon batted his lashes and simpered at Nitiel. Nitiel would swat him on the shoulder with a clean cloth, then swat his hand away when he tried to snatch a fruit tart. Angon laughed and took one anyway.

The general wanted to marry her, so the others said, but his family disapproved. They thought Nitiel was of too little importance to join a noble family like theirs. Still, Angon persists in his courtship, and the gossips declare that he will wed his lady in such a way that no one will be able to say no. Y/n knew what that meant. She moved deeper into the shadows and walked away as Angon leaned over the table, believing him and Nitiel to be alone. Y/n heard a wistful sigh and a fit of giggles, and then more laughter. She smirked. Angon managed to steal another tart.

The days passed by as if in a dream, and while many of the servants were kind, many of those that lived on the upper floors were not. Y/n heard the harsh whispers and the names.

Kinslayer

Murderer

Y/n was neither of these, but it hurt to hear them all the same. She tried her best to ignore them, but every time she glanced into the small silvered looking glass in her chamber and touched her shorn hair, tears came to her eyes.

Mother used to braid my hair and tell stories, she remembered. Father would pick up a lyre and hum softly while she did so. Such happy times darkened forever by the oath’s taint. Oh, if only father had refused his masters. If only he had said no and walked away.

It was too late now. Her father did not refuse his masters. He did not say no. Y/n pulled out a little bag from her pocket and drew out a worn pin after opening it. It was made for her by her father when she came of age. Her mother had painted it with tiny flowers found only in Valinor. The filigreed silver had acquired a green patina due to age, and the painting had all but faded. Y/n treasures it still. It was the one thing she refused to sell, as it reminded her of happier times. She turned it over her fingers, her heart aching desperately when she remembered she was here, and her parents were waiting for her in the Halls of Mandos.

I will not see them, she thought, not for many and more years. Not until the long years of my life are finally spent and I must answer the Doomsman’s call.  

Someone huffed outside her room. "Is something amiss?" Y/n put the pin back into its bag when Nitiel knocked and entered.

"The crown prince wishes to see you," Nitiel replied at once. "His steward is without and waits to escort you to the gardens."

This cannot be good. "Did he say what the prince wants of me?"

"He did not," Nitiel shrugged, adding, "It cannot be anything bad, I think. The king would have dealt with you himself if that were the case."

Y/n hid the bag inside her pocket and straightened her apron. "I will come with you."

She followed Nitiel into the kitchens, dipping to her knees when Feren turned to face her. "Ah," he said, pleased. "There she is. Come with me, my lady. The prince wishes to speak with you."

When he offered his arm, she took it and let him lead her out of the kitchen. Feren talked pleasantly enough about the weather, about the autumn flowers that were blooming in the gardens, and about the feast everyone was talking about.

"Who do you think will attend, my lord?" Y/n mused.

"Feren," He said, not unkindly. "Just about everyone in Greenwood the Great will come. I hear the King of Lórien himself is hoping to attend."

Y/n had only heard tales of Amdír, having gone out of her way to avoid straying into his kingdom’s borders. She pressed Feren to tell her more. Thranduil’s steward was more than happy to oblige and kept up a lively chatter until they were in the gardens.

"I hear there will be contests as well."

"Aye. For anyone who is a warrior. The wagers are quite staggering already."

Y/n pondered this and studied Feren more carefully. The elf had light brown hair and a comely face. He was built like an archer, tall and lean with strong arms. He moved like one too, silently and swiftly.

"Will you partake?" she inquired after a while.

Feren smiled. "I am," he began, "in the archery contests. Although I am uncertain how I will stand against more skilled archers than I."

"You will do well, I am sure," y/n answered, and she was rewarded with another smile.

Thranduil was seated comfortably beneath an emerald canopy. There was no one else with him. His father was nowhere to be seen. The crown prince was garbed in embroidered blue velvet slashed with cloth silver. An ornate, gilded sword hung to his side. A table had been set in front of him and filled with all manner of food and drink. A book was open and left to the side. Y/n wondered what it was.

"Lady y/n, my lord," Feren announced softly.

"Thank you, old friend." Thranduil rose, and Feren bowed. He made his excuses and left y/n with the crown prince.

Thranduil tilted his head curtly. "Lady y/n," he said, gesturing for her to sit by him.

Y/n was amazed. First it was Thranduil’s icy but polite manner of address; now it was his invitation for her to sit with him. She obeyed, not wanting to insult him in any way.

"Your highness," she said, dipping her head and keeping her gaze firmly on her lap.

A thick and uncomfortable silence settled over them. Y/n did not mind. She took the opportunity to look around and admire the flowers in bloom, and the greedy little bees that hovered around them, their tiny legs fat with pollen. Birds sang in the trees, and just beneath their song, she could hear the faint roar of the river.

After what felt like an age, Thranduil poured a cup of wine for her before refreshing his own. "I trust you are content with your new appointment?"

"I am," said she, not daring to even take the proffered drink. It could very well be some sort of test, for all she knew. "And I am most grateful to you and your father for letting me stay here."

Thranduil studied her keenly and declared, with haughty disdain, "One such as you ought to be." He ignored y/n’s quiet gasp and continued. "But I did not ask you here to exchange meaningless pleasantries. I have more valuable things to do with my time. Y/n. I believe I do not have to tell you about Mereth Nuin Giliath?"

"It is all anyone talks about in the kitchens," y/n divulged, a little stung by what he said at the beginning. It made her feel like she was undeserving of help.

"Good." Thranduil leaned into his ornate wooden chair and sipped on his wine, not caring if y/n was drinking her own. He certainly made no attempt to ask her to help herself to the food. "Good. Then I must tell you that we are a few hands short, and my father has decided to let you serve and aid the others during the feast and frolics over the coming days. I trust you can manage this."

Y/n did not show the giddy excitement on her face, thinking it might anger him and make him take back his offer. "I can, your highness."

"Good," Thranduil said, turning towards the wide arching doors leading back to the palace. A warrior who was near walked over when the prince beckoned him. "You will be given livery befitting the occasion. Now you must excuse me. Good day, y/n."

"And you, your highness," y/n said and rose. When she walked by Thranduil, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Should misfortune strike anyone during the festivities and you are suspected," Thranduil warned menacingly, "I will show you no mercy."

The prince’s threat was no idle threat. It was a solemn promise. And his grip hurt. Cold fear and pain flashed in y/n’s eyes. She tried to pull her hand away but found that she could not. Thranduil was far too strong. Unable to do anything else, y/n mewled softly and shuddered, whispering, "You are hurting me."

Thranduil let go, his eyes widening at the bruise that had already begun to form. "I…" the prince began, rising from his seat. Y/n rubbed her wrist and sniffed. She glimpsed at the prince and found something akin to shame in his eyes.

"Forgive me," he entreated, taking a step toward her. "I..."

Y/n took a step back. She wanted to go back to the safety of her chamber and nurse her wrist, and was grateful her sleeves were long enough to hide the bruising. There would be no end to the questions of others if they saw, and y/n did not know how she would tell them if they did.

"No need for apologies, your highness," she mumbled sadly and pulled down her sleeve. The prince made no further effort to come near her after that. "One such as me is underserving of your words. Pray tell the king I will be honored to serve during the festivities."

Thranduil merely nodded, and let her walk away.

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

A/N: Hi Guys, so let's do this, brand new book, with a brand new fascination of mine. This is going to be a/b/o dynamic because I'm loving fics like this recently. I've been doing more research on this dynamic and how I can improve from my Stucky one. Including new terms and practices within this AU. Anyway, let's get on with this book.

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Violence

Word Count: 2.9k

"Start from the beginning, Miss Y/L/N," the man in red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

-------------A Few Hours earlier----------

"I heard, it's eyes glow like the devil."

"That's bullshit. I've heard when it howls, the ground shakes with the force of a thousand earthquakes."

Y/N quietly snorted to herself as she eaves-dropped on the two blabbering Beta's across from her on the subway. She quickly looked down at her feet, when the two men looked up at her, she reached into her bag to grab the small spray bottle, which contained her industrial sent blocker. Y/N was quick to apply the spray to her wrists, rubbing it in firmly, the blockers own scent was masked by the perfumed fragrance of rose and lavender. The men look away, Y/N rouse was bought, and the men carried on their conspiracy theories, Y/N electing to tune out this time.

The subway groaned under the weight of its cargo, as it pulled itself around the city. Y/N knew how it must have felt, supporting the people of this city, thankless; as it fulfils its purpose society had created it for.

Society.

What a joke that word was to Y/N. Society had done nothing for Y/N since the day she was born. In school, Y/N was taught that Society is what keeps the world ticking, without Society, the world descends in to chaos. Society and natural order was what kept people under control, and in their places.

What was Y/N's role?

Well the one Society had chosen for her, left her vulnerable; left her unable to work; unable to support herself; it had left her without a family; and all in all, she was alone within this society.

The natural order, Y/N was told to follow, left her at the bottom of the pile. An Omega, an unmated Omega at that.

The law stated that Y/N was not allowed to work, she would only be permitted to undertake voluntary work, but that was limited, as employers weren't keen on unmated Omegas holding positions within their establishment. Worried that an Alpha would not take kindly to the idea of having an unmated Omega in their presence, whether that be because of their own superiority complex, or employers would not be keen on settling any industrial tribunals if a Omega were attacked on their time.

Omegas weren't really allowed to even be out on their own. Traveling in a pack of Omegas was the preferred method, if you were yet to be mated, kept everyone safe, and was seen as proper, within this society.

However, Y/N sat alone on the rusted train, the only reason she successfully navigated this concrete jungle, was because of the black market blockers, she'd managed to source in some random back alley. It wasn't illegal to own scent toners, this was a chemical solution, which allows the scents of Omega's to be turned down, so that they might be less alluring to Alphas. Yet it was illegal to completely mask your scent altogether, let alone force your scent to be so severely altered, it made you present as something completely different. It had taken her ages to find the perfect solution to her natural predicament, but coming to New York had opened up many avenues, both for the better and the worse.

The train crunched to a stop, the whole train in unison shifting slightly to the left before snapping back right, then finding their balance once again. The doors shift open, people get off, people get on...but wait;

'What's that smell?'

Y/N thought, she scans the open doors either side of her, settling on the door on her right, she tries to subtly sniff the air, desperate to solidify the smell.

Her scenes land on a young girl, probably no older than 15, she smells of vanilla, but there's a hint of mildew. The familiar smell of female puberty. The breeze from the underground station she had just stepped off of, only helped to push her scent further into the small compartment.

Either she didn't know, or was trying to ignore it, but this girl was right in the middle of her presenting, and it wasn't going to end well for her.

Y/N noticed how the whole carriage had turned to face this innocent girl, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, when a much older man entered just after the turning Omega. He had that look in his eye, a look that Y/N recognised all to well, a look that had haunted her every day of her life.

It was a wild look, pupils dilated, his lips were pursed in a thin line, low growls were rippling across his chest. They were quiet enough not to alert others in the train, but they were loud enough for Y/N sensitive hearing.

Y/N's fingers curled into fists, her own breathing laboured, when she noticed the way the Alpha male stood over the young girl. It was obvious the young Omega was uncomfortable, the way she picked at the fabric of her pants, bouncing her knee, staring straight ahead at her feet.

It appeared that no one else on the train was bothered by this clear display of Alpha aggression. Once the doors closed and everyone performed their unison dance to the left before popping back up to the right, they carried on with their lives. Y/N could tell some people were forcing themselves to ignore what was going on, mainly the elderly, and the other women within the carriage. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

However, Y/N was not intimidated by the obvious mating display, that she was witnessing. As the train continued to rattle along the track, the Alpha only appeared to be more incentivised by the "lack" of interest this little girl was showing.

When the train arrived at the next stop, the girl stands up, attempting to pass the man in front of her, he only side stepped to block her exit. She tries again, this time on the other side, but the man follows, this time he places his hand on her wrist.

That was all Y/N needed to see, she stands immediately, striding over to the Alpha.

"Let her go and get off the train." Y/N demand, standing not so much nose to nose, more chest to nose, with the aggravated Alpha.

"Buzz off Beta, this is none of your business." The man snarls, without taking his eyes, from the panicked young girl. Well at least Y/N knew her blockers were working.

Y/N snatches at the man's arm, gripping it tightly, by now the public are watching once again.

"I said," she sternly whispers, "Let. Go. Of. Her."

"Or what, Beta, what you gonna do about it"

"This."

Squeezing the man's arm firmly, she feels it break under her crushing grip instantly, making the Alpha cry out in pain. He goes to grab hold of the arm, squeezing his own, but Y/N is quick to slap it away, before she grabs the man under his throat. Panicked choking, splutters out of his mouth, spit splashing Y/N's face.

Slowly, Y/N raises the man off his feet, before she launches him through the closing train doors, bending them out of shape, as the Alpha flies through them, landing hard on the platform on the other side.

Y/N is panting with anger, but she swallows thickly, eyes darting left to right, everyone was looking, both in shock and fear. Y/N places her hand on the small of the young Omega's back, and pushes her lightly off the train, guiding her over the whimpering Alpha, who cradles his arm close to his chest, as he gasps for his own breath.

The Omega glances behind her shoulder, eyes wide, but she does go willingly with Y/N, who pushes her out of the subway station, and up onto street level.

"Are you alright?' Y/N asks the girl, once they're a good distance away from the scene that just unfolded.

"Umm yes, I think...um...thank you." the girl fumbled her way through the sentence, she was still wary. "What was that? You enhanced?"

"Something like that, but you don't need to worry anymore." Y/N flashed a brief smile, before reaching back into her rucksack and pulling out the spray, "Here put some of this on, then I advise going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a bottle of toner."

"Thanks...again." The Omega smiled shyly, taking the solution, and spraying it on her neck and wrists.

"Do your pits as well." Y/N advised, the girl's face going a light shade of pink, but she still does it, "Your scent will be strongest in your armpits, until you finish presenting."

The girl nodded, before spraying one last time just on the centre of her chest, and then hands the spray bottle back to Y/N, who quickly puts it in her bag.

"What's your name?" the omega asked.

"Y/N. What's yours?"

"Lucy."

Y/N flashes her smile, and extends her hand, and Lucy takes it, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Lucy, stay out of trouble." Y/N advised once more, before slinging her rucksack onto her back, and walking away from the stunned girl, who quickly turns as well, heading to the local pharmacy.

---------

"Where have you been?" Jordan asked, wheeling his chair out from behind his desk, when Y/N threw her bag onto the floor.

"Don't ask." Y/N huffed, grabbing the stool next to her work station and seating herself, close to her picking station.

"Well, I'm your boss, I'm meant to ask, when my employee is late." Jordan chuckles. He was a kind Beta man, who ran a t-shirt printing shop towards the edge of hell's kitchen. Business was quiet, but that was better for Y/N. Jordan gave Y/N a job purely because she could lift heavier boxes of t-shirts than he could. He didn't ask questions about that, he was just grateful for the help.

And Y/N was just grateful that Jordan didn't really ask questions at all. Not about how she ended up in New York, or even where she had come from before. All he wanted was for her to turn up on time, pick some vinyl, and press t-shirts....and occasionally lift some deliveries.

She was good at all but the first.

Y/N did feel guilty about lying to Jordan, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to risk getting him into trouble. After all it was illegal to employ an unmated Omega for paid work.

"Sorry, bit of a situation on the subway." Y/N shrugged, head still down as she picked away at the plastic.

"Do I want to know anymore?"

"Nah, just some drunk." Y/N spoke without skipping a beat. That was all Jordan needed, as he turned back to his computer to answer emails.

Y/N was only a few hours into her shift before the peaceful silence that had fallen between the two coworkers was broken, by the sound of the shop bell ringing as someone entered through the front door.

Both of them looked up and were shocked to see two police officer standing at the front desks.

"Officers, how may I help you?' Jordan stood from his desk, making the very short walk to the front of the shop.

"We're looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

Y/N's blood ran cold, it felt as if her heart leapt out of her chest, and splattered onto the desk in front of her. Slowly she stood up, and came into view of the officers.

"How can I help you, officers." Y/N tried to control the shake in her voice, the reason for the visit from law enforcement could literally be a hundred different reasons, and all of which would end in Y/N getting herself a one way ticket to Manhattan Correctional Facility...or worst.

"Do you know anything about an incident on the subway from Sunnyside?" The officer asked, placing his hands on his hips, Y/N noticed how his fingers brushed over the Glock strapped to his belt, before they settled at his waist. The other officer is clearly sniffing the air, he isn't very subtle as he literally dips his head down and up, trying to profile Y/N.

"What another drunk wander onto the tracks?" Y/N tries to distract, she rubs at the gland on her wrist, trying to push the forced scent of confusion around the room.

"Not exactly no," the officer smirked, "We're gonna need you to come with us Miss Y/L/N."

"What for, am I under arrest?" Y/N spoke in disbelief, still trying to scent confused rather than panic.

"Depends, you gonna come quietly?" The officer's hands dropped down from his waist, to sitting on his cuffs and gun.

"I don't think I'll have a choice." Y/N mumbles, looking to Jordan, who sat in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his scent was strong, and clear.

"Y/N?" Jordan manages to force out.

"It's okay, Jordy," Y/N held her hand up, and she shuffled over towards the officers, she kicks her rucksack subtly under the desk, the officers none the wiser, "It'll be okay."

The officers escort her out, taking her to their car, before they made their journey back to the precinct.

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"Name." the clerk asked, not taking her eyes from the computer screen, as Y/N stood in front of the desk,

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Y/N stated clearly, still trying to push the scent of confusion into the air.

Once the clerk had answered all the questions, Y/N was taken to a small interview room, the lights low and hazy, Y/N snuffed at the mirror on one side of the room, controlling the urge to wave.

The officer placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly into one of the seats. Y/N had to prevent herself from growling, or spiking her anger levels.

"Wait here," the officer spoke gruffly, "you have a lawyer?"

"I wasn't aware I was under arrest?" Y/N asked, looking up at the officer, confusion thick in the air.

"A lawyer will be provided to you if you don't have one." The officer didn't break character.

"No, I don't have a lawyer." Y/N huffed, turning to face the other side of the table which was empty. Slotting her fingers together, she starts to bounce her leg, once the officer left the room.

Y/N tried to listen to the conversations outside the door, however, the precinct was a busy place, banging and clanging, shouting and screaming, it was hard to pick up any specific conversations.

Suddenly something came through all the chatter and the chaos.

A tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Getting louder and louder as it approached the doorway.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Y/N's ears flicked, when the tapping appeared to be outside the door.

Tap. Tap. Click.

The door pushed open, and two men walked into the room. First one, his scent was plain, boring, but with a hint of stale whiskey. Beta. The second man, now his scent was interesting.

Vetiver and sandalwood. It was an Alpha's scent, but it wasn't strong.

'Is he wearing a toner?'

Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the second man was completely blind, until she realised the red shades he was wearing, weren't a fashion choice. And the tap, tap, tapping was coming from the cane he had in his hand.

Y/N watched the blind man very closely, as he sat himself directly across from her, the Beta sitting himself next to him.

"And you are?" Y/N questioned, her leg still bouncing, she chewed her lip.

"I'm Franklin Nelson and this is my partner Matthew Murdock, but please call us Foggy and Matt." The Beta chirped, he was happy, a little too happy for Y/N's usual somber appearance.

"Aww you guys make a cute couple." Y/N snarked, the Beta's smile dropped momentarily, before he managed to fix it back on his face. Y/N smelt the tinge of embarrassment, but she smelt amusement from the Alpha.

"Not that kind of partner." Matt smirked.

"We are your legal representation," Foggy explained, "And we want to hear your side of the story."

"Well I'd love to give it to you, but I'm not really sure why I am here." Y/N shrugged, partly telling the truth.

"They haven't informed you?" Matt asked.

"Nope, all I know is two cops show up at my place of work, asking about my morning commute to work, that was all."

"And you can't possibly think what might have happened on your way to work this morning that might explain why you might be sat here right now?" Foggy enquired, Matt tilted his head to the side, and appeared to look as if he'd zoned out.

"Nope." Y/N lied, she could have sworn Matt's lips twitched into a smile, when she spoke, but his face for the majority remained unreadable.

"Well maybe this will explain a few things." Foggy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he taps a few things in before turning the screen to face, Y/N, who's brows are furrowed as she watches a news clip begin on the screen.

Slowly Y/N's eyes go wide, as the video is played to her. The shaky footage showed the grainy image of a woman on a subway, lifting a man twice her size off the floor by his neck, before hurtling him through the metal doors of the train.

Although the image was blurry, if you knew it was Y/N it was unmistakable.

"Start from the beginning Miss Y/L/N." The man with the red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

Chapter Two

A/N: Welp I hope that's an interesting first chapter for you guys. You know I like a slow burner, when it comes to my fics, and this one will be no different. Updates won't be as regular as they use to be because I'm a hell of a lot busier these days, but I promise I won't make you wait too long between each chapter.

Drop me a note if you wish to be added to my Taglist, gonna start a new one for this fic, because I don't know if people form my old one would want to be included in my new content.

#marvel fanfiction #reader insert #matt murdock x reader #matt murderdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #foggy nelson #a/b/o lifestyle #a/b/o dynamics #fem!reader #reader angst #marvel's defenders #defender a/b/o dynamic #Alpha matt #alpha!mattmurdock #beta!foggy #omega!karen #marvel tv #mcu fanfiction

[ajaxwfe]

One glance, eternal mistake.

Zhongli x God!Reader

Angst with no comfort, regret, mention of death, character dying, blaming someone innocent.

"maybe it would have been better if we have never met y/n."

Summary: Y/n falling in love with the god of contract, who knew it would turn out this way.

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Stars of the teyvat... Yes, the fake sky and the stars. Y/n was indeed a magical creature type of god. Y/h color with a fading midnight blue to blend in with the sky, her eyes glowing like the stars that rises of up in the middle of the night. Watching all over teyvat, reporting back to the heavenly principles.

Y/n was no strong or weak god, all she could do is control over stars and look over the world. Until she fell from sky when khaenri'ah's fall started. Watching archon's destroying the innocent khaenri'ah people turning into a monster. She can't interfere, it would be illegal to the laws of teyvat and would get punishment from the upper gods.

She wake up at the mountains of liyue, Morax's territory.

Traveling around the liyue and bumping to morax accidentally, of course from her appearance morax would know she was not a ordinary mortal.

"you are not from here are you?" A cold masculine voice sent shivers down her spine. From his gaze and his stand she knew she was not a match for him.

"I came from the stars, the sky, god of contract. I watch all over the teyvat." She tried to look at him like he looked at her, trying to scare him. Well that was a dumb mistake that lent her to embarrassment.

"I see mind exchanging names, heavenly god." Who was y/n to decline that offer. Time by time they got to know each other, they made lots of friends and had fun hanging out.

All teyvat knows a heavenly god shouldn't be falling in love with someone on teyvat. Principles knows why that stupid law was there, y/n can't put up with her feeling that called 'love'. İt made her like a person who is too drunk, can't find a way to stop her day dreaming about morax. She can't keep running away from him.

She loved him so much it was hurting. Everytime she see how he looked at guizhong with those eyes, it hurt. Everytime he hold her hand it hurt. Jealousy was filled in her head but who was she to do something bad to guizhong.

The day came and y/n was ready to confess her feelings, walking to the Qingyun Peak with a foolish smile on her face.

"I'm sorry y/n but my feelings belong to guizhong." Yes, a foolish smile on her face. Which place you look you can see her face slowly turning to a sad expression. Tear in her eyes as she lowered her head accepting the truth.

They returned back to liyue harbor in silent, not saying and words to each other like they used to. Sharing a few glances but looking away quickly trying not to disturb each others presence. Or that's what morax thought, how could she be disturbed by him being next to her. That's what she needed after all.

Only after a few days, everything fell apart. Everyone turning their backs on you, you never knew why until the guizhongs death rumors came to her ears. Quickly searching for morax only to be met by his angry face towards her.

"Why are you looking at me like that morax?" That's right she doesn't know why, why did everyone suddenly turned their back on her, why did guizhong die, why morax was looking at her like he was disgusted?

"Are you really going to act like you don't know? İs that it y/n? Were you so jealous that you had to kill her?" No...no she really didn't understand what was going on.

"What are you talking about morax, I didn't do such a thing!"

"Watching over teyvat? What an absurd thing for a god. Watching over teyvat so you could spot guizhong and kill her?" Morax scoffed at the first part of his sentence, making you tear up.

"İt's not an absurd thing! İf it weren't me this world would have been nothing but a chess piece for heavenly principles! I don't use my power to kill someone morax." She ended her sentence.

"Really? So why the liyue's people are telling that they witnessed you killing guizhong?! Maybe it would have been better if we have never met y/n." The ground started to rumble as he shouted.

"I didn't do it, I am telling you! I would have already be killed by principles if I did that to a minor god!" She shouted back.

Back and forth arguing for 20 minutes led them nothing but a prison inside the cave for y/n. She did nothing wrong, it wasn't her. No creature would look exactly like her.

Days after days, weeks after week and a month. She was stuck inside that cave that morax threw her in. The rumors started to vanish like a wind. Y/n already gave up there were no stars inside the cave and she couldn't watch over teyvat. She knew she was going to be executed. Heavenly principles already planned her execution.

The false rumor reached to everyone's ear in Liyue, it wasn't y/n who killed but her another creature sent by upper gods. God of contract, morax was devastated hearing the news. He was walking to the cave where you were in really fast almost sprinting.

Only to be met by you who was already got killed, a spear pierced through your chest as you looked at him smiling for the last time. Throwing himself on to her, catching her before she fall to the ground, Holding you.

"I lied y/n, my heart and my body only belongs to you, my feelings too. I was a coward y/n, I couldn't say it that they but I really thought it was you who killed her, I was wrong. I was wrong for the first time and I am letting you die like this." He confessed.

"İt was probably principles order morax don't blame yourself" y/n said through her coughes.

"how can I not? I shouldn't have done this in first place at all. I should have trusted you, I love you so much but I couldn't trust y/n. Don't forgive someone like me."

"Morax..." Her breathing got slower.

"No...no don't- just don't die on me like this! We still have lots to do y/n, once we get back to Liyue we can spend our times together! So...please.." his voice broke at the end begging to her stay more. She caressed his cheek wiping his tears away.

"Morax, I'm getting sleepy..." Her hand fall to the ground closing her eyes and breathing his scent in for the last time.

"I understand, please sleep well my love. Dream about being on the sky and flying around the stars again my dear..." He carried her body to a high mountain that had great views at night.

He sat next to her grave watching the stars that no longer shine as bright as before. The feeling of guilt pressing down on his heart, crying like a toddler. He looked up the sky once again as he saw a shooting star.

"you must be flying freely now, you look happy."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli angst #angst with no comfort #reader angst #zhongli x you #regret #victim blaming

[short-black-diamond]

The other woman. (part 2)

Previous: part one 

Next: part three, part four- Izuku’s end

Heya, I am doing part two, no idea how it’ll go, but uhm, yeah. 

Warnings: suggestive content-but nothing really happens, cheating, lots of angst for izuku, hate-love, you slowly fall out of love with Deku, Izuku feels guilty and shit, timelaps, suicide thoughts, you feel a little guilty, but not too much, LONG CHAPTER 

summary: As Izuku thinks about how he should tell you and admit how he cheated on you, you are finishing your last preps to completely break him. Now, all he can do is think about where you might’ve headed off to. 

Also: Did I write this all with a resting bitch face?

Yes.

Word count: 4k words

Have fun reading!

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{...Last time : }

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

...

He thought about you real hard then. You were always there for him. Always. You always stood up late at night to greet him. You oftentimes came to his office and brought him lunch, which then ended in a hot make-out session or even a quickie in his office.

You often talked about kids, how many you’ve wanted, how you speculated on what they’d look like, what they’d become afterwards. 

You weren’t a person of words, but of action. you kissed him at least a hundred times more than he did, you held him oh so delicately whenever you could. you were always gentle, soft, comforting for him. I mean, you could be rough when he wanted to, but you preferred a soft and calm relationship. 

He...

He didn’t deserve you. 

...

In the guest room, you took a look at your phone. This time, the unknown person wrote a message. 

‘Why are you still hanging onto that cheating bastard?‘

You smirked. You didn’t really know who that person was, and if you’d sent the wrong text, then they could do whatever they wanted with it. So, you played dumb.

‘I think you are mistaking him with somebody else. He would never do something like that! I know my husband better than anyone else!!‘

The person didn’t take long to send something back. A voicemail? Let’s check if it’s a man or a woman...

“Well sweetie...guess I’ll have to show you myself...meet me at musutafu train station. Next saturday. 4 o’clock. Dress up for me, pretty. A’ight?“, the stranger said, having a voice changer and you couldn’t tell the gender. 

Then, the messenger went offline.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or why they wanted to stop your relationship with Izuku so bad. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Izuku knocked on your door. You had to think of something to answer.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT-

“D-darling...?“ He was met with the sound of whimpers and crying. Izuku felt like killing himself. 

...

The next few weeks, you felt like shit, but it was because of your pregnancy. luckily, it was summer, then fall, and then winter, so you could put on more and more sweaters or large shirts to hide your growing stomach. 

You went to the doctors regularly to get some meds, and when they asked you if Deku knew-you shook your head no with a mischievous smile that they only interpreted as a surprise. 

...

Izuku didn’t feel any better. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his hair was messier than usual. He had a days-old beard, and if he wouldn’t have cheated on you, you’d latch onto him and fuck him until next week. 

The guilt of cheating on you was plaguing his mind so much that he even forgot to eat. He forgot to take care of himself. When he roamed around the city, he didn’t tell the villains to make a better person out of themselves with a smile on his face like he normally would. 

No. 

He used them as a punching bag and beat them up with a monotone expression. He felt like really committing suicide. 

The idea became more and more interesting as he noticed more and more things in his every day life that he didn’t think of before. Once he even drank a little bleach, but he vomitted out his entire dinner that he had with you. 

The dinner was a complete disaster.

In that dinner, he tried to try it again, tried to talk with you. He noticed that you were covering up more and more. you also looked a little more chubby to him. You didn’t really eat anything, only looked to the side with your arms crossed.

Also, he couldn’t touch you how he liked anymore.

You didn’t let Izuku touch you because he cheated (but he didn’t know that you knew) on you and also because if he would’ve touched your tummy, he would’ve guessed that you were pregnant right away. Who knows? He might even be relieved that you wanted to hide that surprise from him. 

But you didn’t let him come closer to you than arms length. And he was only allowed to hold your arms and hands or your head and face. Not more. 

Izuku thought of that distance as your dissapointment towards him. He knew that you didn’t want to make love with him. But he didn’t know for how long. and honestly? It was snapping every single heart string of his. 

Maybe he’d get a broken heart syndrome and die already. But his prayers went ignored as time went by. 

He felt numb.

Then he went numb. But you didn’t really care. It was his fault, after all. 

... 

The brown haired woman, Uraraka, has tried to contact him more than a few times everyday, but he blocked her. Izuku felt like a traitor-which he was-but he felt much more than that. 

You didn’t deserve such an ungrateful bastard like him. He felt like a whore. He took you for granted. He was fucking another woman behind your back. He was kissing another woman. In another bed. 

When you should be in Uraraka’s place. When you should be the one he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. When you should be the one he’d meet at the end of the day. Not her. 

Uraraka was the other woman. 

But she was a woman who didn’t care if her target was taken or not. She didn’t care that you and Izuku were theoretically inseperable. She tested that theory. 

She found out that the theory was wrong. Or only temporary.

She broke a perfect relationship with a devillish smirk. 

Uraraka is a bitch.

...

You met up with some music and model agencies. You gave the music agency some of your music for when you were younger. Songs about love. Breakup. First date. Arguments. Everything. Nothing. 

They accepted your music. You even gave out your most recent song, but you wanted to sing that one. It was about cheating. About you, Izuku, and the other woman. And you even mentioned your two months old baby in your tummy in it. You’d sing it after your son, daughter or baby would come to the world, not sooner. 

if some other person, no matter if man or woman, would sing it, and Izuku would hear the lyrics, then he’d know that it was your song. You loved mistery, but also being simple and obvious. He knew that. so, you’d sing that song and the whole world would know about your and Izuku’s relationship being over before it could actually really blossom. 

The head of the music agency was thrilled about your plan and loved it. She even organised a concert for you to sing on. Live. And Izuku would be your guest of honour.

In the model agency, you gave the people some of your old modeling photos. Now you’d be a model for pregnant ladies. They also accepted. But, you insisted on cutting of your face in every pic, but only digitally. When you’d give birth to your child, then could they publish your photos. and Izuku would see how much he’s fucked up.

...

The case was finished. It seemed like the burglar was actually a group of middle school kids that had fusing quirks which they used to form into a thief and steal important or expensive stuff. 

After that case, you got another one. You had to find a mysterious person who likes to stalk people. It could be your internet friend who sent you the videos of Izuku and the other woman. 

Today was saturday. Time to meet the stranger. You contacted one of your close friends for safety reasons and made your way to the station. Your stomach got heavy with each week passing by. Now, your stomach was a little bigger than a basketball, but you could cover it up perfectly with one of Izuku’s hoodies. 

Yes, you still used them. Only to let him think that you still wanted this...whatever it was the two of you had. Now, you passed half of the path you had to take when Izuku called you. 

“Hey sweetie, where are you going?“

“Huh?“

“I’m up here.“, he whispered and you looked up. You saw him standing on a low rooftop, gazing down at you with a smile only a real lover could have. Too bad he wasn’t your lover anymore.

But, you noticed his growing beard and hair, his eyes having big, dark circles under his eyes. He also looked like he could eat something. He should eat...

You smiled. “Aren’t you coming down? I don’t feel that safe right now.”, and just after you’ve finished that sentence, he jumped and landed on his feet next to you. He tried to be subtle, but you pretty much aknowledged the pained wince his left eye had when his feet met the ground.

You smiled again. “Thanks.”

You put your mobile away, and took his hand, swinging it around a little. That made Izuku uncomfortable, and you knew that. “N-no problem...where are you going anyways?”, he asked, giving you a curious look. 

No need to lie, right? “Well, there’s this person who began texting me, and I thought they’d be a nice friend, so I’d agreed to meet up with them.”

Izuku looked at you for a few seconds before squeezing your hand. “would you like me to come with you?” 

Don’t you have other bitches to look at?

“Don’t you have patrol?”, you asked instead, biting your tongue internally. He shrugged, looking at you with a sly smirk. “I can always come a little late.”

‘I can always come a little late.‘, my ass! He probably said that to that other bitch he’s fucking!

You looked at him with a resting bitch face before you looked straight ahead. Your phone began ringing as you went. You stopped in your tracks and took your phone out. 

The unknown number. You wrote ‘MY BESTO FRENDO!! <3’ in the contact list so that your poor excuse of a husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, ‘my besto friendo?’ Isn’t that from Jujutsu Kai-” “Heyyy~! Where are you?”

Oh. O-okay..

Izuku visibly deflated when you interrupted him by picking up the phone and went ahead and pulled your hand away from him. He felt shitty. 

“huh? over there? Ah, I see you, you can stop waving now, hahaha...yeah, okay, I’ll come now! Bye!“, you said after you ended the call. You then looked at the man whom you’d swore to never leave. But you would. In less than a year. 

“You can go now, Izuku. I can take care of myself.“ “I can still accompany you-“ “There are your fans, I don’t want them to come closer than they already are. Bye Izu.“

And without smiling at him, giving him a kiss, touching his shoulder, or cheek, you turned around and went into a nice caffee. Izuku lookes after you with a look of longing. He missed you. 

With a sigh, he turned towards his eager fans who questioned him about everything that had happened between you two. With each question that involved you - which was every single one the six kids asked him about - he felt more and more like crying, screaming, or throwing himself into a nearby river. 

“I-I’m sorry kids, it was nice talking to you...!“, he croaked out before he took off and dissapeared. 

...

“Huh, so, you’re the one sending me those videos.“, you mustered the handsome but tired looking male in front of you. 

He had nice purple hair, eyebags of tiredness, and a sexy smile. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi.“ “Aren’t you an underground hero?“

He looked at you with surprise evident on his face. “How...?”

“You think I don’t know about people like you? I am a detective in that area. I know everybody here. And now tell me; Why did you send me these videos?“

He furrowed his brows. “Do I really need an explanation? You are living together with your CHEATING husband, isn’t that enough?” 

You smiled coquettishly at him. “No, why do you think that this is going to change anything?”, you scoffed, ”Do you think I want to leave him?”

He hesitantly nodded, which made you giggle sweetly. “Dear Underground hero, I am not planning on divorcing my husband. He may have had come slip ups there and there, but don’t we all do mistakes sometimes?”

“I...shouldn’t you be hurt by his actions? How can you still be so...carefree?“, he murmured, sizing you up. To him, you looked like a completely normal citizen, but he still questioned your relationship with Izuku.

“Say...are you happy in your relationship?“

If you were taken aback, you didn’t show it. You were a mistress when it came to faking your emotions around other people now. You sighed. 

“I wish I was...I am still a little mad at him for spending some nights with another woman, but he promised that he’d never do it again.”, and you had a sad expression on your face, but it was real in this fake relationship.

Shinsou nodded, giving you the illusion of the conversation dying down. But, you were wrong. Deku just had to break your heart more, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry for...putting my nose into your business, but Izuku’s been meeting up with the same woman over and over again until it suddenly stopped.”

You stopped breathing for a second. You don’t have to tell me that, you idiot-

“And I really want to know why-like, don’t get me wrong or something! I am questioning your...husband’s...moves right now.“

“Please, Shinsou. Leave it. Okay? I’ll try and talk to Izuku about it, all right?“, you only answered with a bittersweet smile.

He didn’t look like he’d believe you and you wouldn’t even believe it yourself, but here you were, lying to people who only want the best for you.

“I-just...ugh. Let me tell you, that I will be there for you when you need help, all right? Also, it’d be the best if you’d leave him already.“

You sighed for the last time before standing up, thanking him for the nice time, and walking home, with thinking about how you should approach your nearly final step.

...

“Phew. Onto the next step.“ 

Carefully, you put out some wine glasses with some bottles of beer and other drunk-making potions for your plan for tonight. Since it was sunday, and you had free for today, it was the perfect chance of taking it into action. 

You had prepared some nice dinner, candles and other romantic stuff and with your quirk, making plants, you let plenty of flowers bloom from the walls of your shared house.

“I’m home...“, you heard your “husband’s“ tired voice. He was later than usual and he looked like he’d need a bath-right now. Luckily, you let in a nice warm bath for him with plucked pectorals from some flowers an put them on the nice-with bath bombs and soothing bathing salts filled- bathwater. 

Now, as Izuku was stripping down to his underwear, you prepared the most important part: The divorce. You needed his signature, after all. 

You then put on his oversized hoodie-an all might themed one, of course- and went over to him, ignoring the stomach ache your growing child gave you. “Hey, Izu.”, you smiled softly at him, spoiling him with your tender, fake love.

He looked at you surprised. “O-oh, hey...”

You giggled. Okay, something’s wrong here. Why were you all happy and shit right now? With him? Even though it was nice to hear your happiness, Midoriya felt like something was completely wrong.

“C’mon, I made dinner, and the bath is also not waiting for you.“, you ushered him into the bathroom, which was lit up by the numerous candles and gave him a nice vibe. He stepped into the bathroom and groaned. His muscles relaxed after what felt like forever and he felt like taking a nap. That was what he was really missing. 

Meanwhile, your core still responded to his touch and you cursed your body for still aching after the cheater who was having a good time in the bathtub.

Your hand on his scalp brought him out of his dreamland and he sighed. Still, things were nagging him. “Hey...are we...are we good?”, he asked cautiously, testing the waters with you. 

Your smile faded. “I wish we were, Izuku...it’s actually my fault that I neglected you, you know? You’re so busy, with saving everybody...and helping people when they need help...”, you trailed off, talking about all the times you longed for his touch, his voice, his warmth, him. 

And with each word falling from your lips, he felt like drowning himself into the bathtub. “I just...I wished we could...you know...try again?”, you asked, a hopefull glimmer in your eyes. 

Who was he to deny you. 

Who was he to even think about answering that question. 

Who did he think he was for even looking you in the face after all the time he has spent countless times in other women’s places, blowing their backs over and over again?

“Yes. Let’s do it.“, he instead answered, a determined expression on his face and you smiled seductively at him. “Okay, Izu. But I am hungry, so we’ll eat first, okay?“

...

“Ya wan’ me dodo *hiccup* wha?“, he only asked, his mind far too gone, but he tried to seem like he’d know what you were talking about. 

You held the divorce papers in front of him, smiling devilishly down at him. “It’s so that I can get more money, sweetie...”, you whispered, grinning happily when he signed off without another care. 

“averythin’ for’ya, swee...anythin’“, he called, his red face making him drowsy and soon, he fell asleep. 

He didn’t even see you taking your clothes and leaving. He didn’t see you putting your wedding- and engaged ring into their respective boxes and placing them on the dinner table, where everything was left the way it was after you two ate and drank. You onlay drank water but he mistook it for whitewine and said cheers before drinking full-on. 

He thought about having to become confident before rearranging your gut again, but he never got to do that; with you talking about how you solved the case, your friends having kids, you solving another case and him having to get better at saving people again. 

He never got to touch further up your arm than intertwining your and his fingers and gazing into each other lovingly. He never saw you again after he signed the paper. But what was it again?

It was morning as he threw up all the bile from yesterday, even your delicious food, and the expensive liquors. He felt miserable, and when he called for you, you didn’t answer. 

As he kept calling your name, he noticed that something was wrong, again. All your belongings were gone. Your clothes, lewelry, but only the ones that you personally owned-not the ones he bought for you. Your shoes, also only from your own credit card, were gone, and so was your entire presence. 

Sure, there were still the parfumes and other belongings of yours that Izuku purchased for you, but you? You were nowhere to be seen. Izuku got scared that something might’ve happened to you. 

He searched for his phone and found it on the uncleaned dining table. There were two boxes, dangerously equal to the ones where he had his engage and wedding rings in, and to his horror, the rings were inside the boxes. 

Underneath was an envelope. He opened it and read a letter which you wrote for him. 

“Dear Izuku Midoriya. 

Dear Izu, Zuku, Mido, Midori, sweetheart, love, handsome, sweetie, darling. 

Dear Deku, 

As you might have noticed, I have vanished. Am I going to tell you where? Out of your life! Now, you can fuck as many women as you want. 

But-”

Izuku flinched as if he heard you say those words. Your words, and you found out he cheated on you. How long?

He looked down again, and continued. 

“But, you’ll surely try and stalk me or investigate where I have gotten off to. Well, spare it. You’ll never find me. 

I do have some questions though. 

Why did you cheat on me? 

Was I not enough? Not sexy enough for you? Not pretty enough for you? Not tidy enough for you? 

Too lazy? Too brat-ish? Too much attitude? Not enough confidence? Not enough attention? Not the best looking woman? Not the best cook? Not the best lover?

Tell me. why did you cheat. and why did you stop? Exactly after the night when you fucked me? 

Did a lightbulb go on over your head and you thought, ‘wait, I’ve adtually got a spouse, I don’t need a side chick!’?

Whatever your answer might be, it’s over. 

that...paper you signed yesterday. It was our devorce. and we are leaving. who do I mean by “we”?

Well, me and my son of five months.

I hope that he’ll never see you and become like you, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll raise him as a real man. 

Until never, 

Not your lover anymore.”

You were pregnant? A son? And you didn’t tell him, he also doesn’t know where you are. 

I mean, sure, he broke you, but you broke him back, you guys are even...right?

As tears ran down his eyes and his sobs echoed in the now empty and cold appartment, void of your nice and warm presence, the pro hero unlocked his phone, only to be bombarded with news and questions from all sides. 

Japan news! - Deku’s bride divorced with child, what happened to our sweetest...tip to read more

Kacchan - the fuck did you do?! Your girl left you while pregnant?! Did you cheat on her...tip to read more

Uraraka - Are you okay? should I come come over? We can talk about it if you want...tip to read more

+ Notifications - tip to read more

His phone trembled when he listened to Katsuki screaming his ear off, the news reporting about how you modeled for numerous model companies and released tons of relatable and heart wrenching songs, with an invitation to her freshly divorced ex- Izuku to be a gust at her upcoming concert. 

then, he listened to Uraraka’s voice. calming, soothing, comforting. 

Bullshit. 

He blackmailed Uraraka, blocked her, and then tossed his phone away, thinking about where you might be. 

...

It was cold at this hour, but Izuku didn’t want to fakk asleep after two o’clock. You heaved your luggage down the last stairs of the house you’ve lived in  for the past few years. 

Now, you were ready to leave it all behind. 

Shinsou, your chauffeur, packed all the suitcases into the car and let you sit in the passenger seat. Only then he noticed your noticable bulge. 

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him. 

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something  and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house? 

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to to the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

[to be continued...]

...

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[asimpforthe80s]

Accidents

Starring: Steve Harrington x Racer!reader

Warnings: angst. Reader gets burned alive. Reader gets trapped under burning motorcycle. Reader almost dies. Fluff. Smut? Kissing. Reader cuts off her leg to free herself from the burning bike.

Eddie had just introduced Steve to motorcycle racing. This was the first time Steve went alone, and you caught his eye. You had been there on the other races Steve had seen with Eddie, too. But today was different. Today, you managed to win 2nd place. But you were upset about it. As usual, you talked to Steve after the race.

Today was a close race and you were disappointed to finish second. But you were also surprised to see how happy Steve seemed when he was talking to you. He smiled and laughed and seemed to really enjoy your company. It felt good to be noticed and appreciated.

As the other racers dispersed, you and Steve remained and stood at the finish line. You were disappointed in your performance and couldn't hide the frown that spread across your face.

"I can't believe that dude made it past me on that last stretch!" you exclaimed. "What the fuck!? How did he get such good timing? I could have sworn I'd be first, and he pulls that off. God dammit." You grumbled, annoyed. You couldn't hide your bitterness. It was clear to Steve that you were disappointed in your performance. He stood next to you and listened. Maybe he was hoping to comfort you, or maybe he just wanted to hear you vent.

"Yeah, that was a crazy finish. I don't know how he managed to get by you in the end. I really thought you had it," he replied. His tone was reassuring, and he offered no criticism. "Exactly! And it was with what, 14 milimeters? How the hell did that work?!" You jeered.

"I don't know, but he made it work," Steve replied with a laugh. "Sometimes it's the little things that make the difference. Maybe in this case it was one inch or 14 millimeters, whatever worked for him. But you can't deny that he got past you one way or another. You still showed your stuff out there. You're a tough racer."

You sighed and picked your helmet up. "Well, tough clearly isn't enough."

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You're a top rider, that's for sure." Steve tried to soften your disappointment. But he could hear that you were still upset. "I know, but I'm disappointed.. I should've won that!" You groaned.

"I get it. It was a tight race, and you came in second. I know how competitive you are. So I totally understand that you wanted the win. But just try to stay positive," Steve said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah.." you sighed. "I got another race tomorrow.. wanna help me check my bike?" You went over to your bike and rolled it over to where Steve stood. "Sure," Steve replied. He couldn't help but notice that you were looking a little down. He knew how much you cared about this race, and you seemed disappointed in your performance.

So he wanted to try and help you out if he could. He walked over to your bike and started checking it out, examining the engine and making sure everything was in order. "Gotta fill her up.. there'd too little gas to last her tomorrow.." You muttered to yourself as you checked the oil and gas.

Steve stood by and watched as you worked. He was happy to let you do what you needed to do, and he was just there to help out if he could. But seeing you focused on your bike put a smile on his face. It was clear to see how much you cared about this race, and he could feel your disappointment.

"So, how do you think the bike will do in tomorrow's race?" he asked after a minute. "Gotta put some gas in her, then I think she's ready.." you answered quietly as you were still focused on your bike.

Steve smiled and waited for you to finish. He was enjoying watching you work. The way you focused on your bike brought a certain calmness to the area. And it was satisfying to see how much you cared about it.

"So, ready for tomorrow then?" he asked as you finished up. "Yeah.. let's go, I got some gas cans back in the tent." You said and started rolling your bike back.

"Let's go," Steve replied and followed you back toward your tent. He was curious to see what your tent setup would look like. And he was also curious to see what kind of gas cans you had.

To say it simple, your tent had everything needed to fix a fucking totaled bike, if needed to. You had parts, oils, motors, and gas. Wow, your tent was like a bike shop on wheels. You had everything necessary to fix just about any kind of bike issue. Steve was impressed by how organized and stocked up you were. It was clear that you were serious about motorcycle racing. And it was impressive to see.

You popped open the gas tank on your bike and started pouring. Steve watched as you filled the gas tank and made sure it was filled all the way up. He noted your efficiency and attention to detail. And he was also curious to see what kind of gas you used. Some riders liked to fill their bikes with the highest octane fuel, while others preferred a more regular variety.

After filling your bike up, you double-checked the breaks. Since they seemed fine, you walked over to Steve. "You wanna go grab some food? Dunno if I want whatever I have in the trailer." You chuckled.

Steve chuckled and replied, "I'm actually starving. So I'll take any food I can get." He thought about what kind of food might taste good right now, and he instantly thought of burgers.

"How about a couple of burgers? I'm in the mood for some grease right about now."

You nodded. "Yeah, that sounds heavenly.." you chuckled and walked over to your bike. "If we just take off the back parts and put on the license plate, we can drive it on the road.." you said, and started working.

Steve watched as you grabbed tools to remove parts and install the license plate. It was a simple process, but he was impressed by your efficiency and ability to multitask. And he was also curious to see how the bike would look with the license plate attached.

"Get on.. and yeah, you're riding back." You chuckled and mounted your bike.

Steve laughed and replied, "Yes, ma'am." He didn't really mind being the passenger. If it meant going to get some burgers, he was all for it.

He hopped on the back of your bike and made sure to hold onto you tightly. "So let's go."

You revved the engine a little, just to scare him before actually driving. Steve laughed when you revved the engine. For a second, he thought you were going to take off for real and leave him behind. But it was just a joke, and he laughed along with you.

"Okay now, seriously. Let's go get some food. I'm starving."

You chuckled and stated driving. When you saw that it was a clear road with no cops, you made sure Steve was holding onto you tightly, before going way fucking over the speed limit. Steve couldn't help but shout in excitement as you sped down the road. He gripped tightly to your waist as you pushed the bike's engine to the max. The wind blowing in his face made it a bit difficult to hear you, and he couldn't stop laughing.

You laughed with him as you practically raced whatever winds were there. Steve was laughing, but deep down he was also a little scared. The bike was going way too fast, and he wasn't sure how much control you had over the situation. But he trusted you and was enjoying the rush of adrenaline he felt.

He had to shout at the top of his lungs to be heard above the engine noise, "Are you trying to kill us?"

You chuckled. "Maybe!" You yelled back before starting to slow down. "Just kiddin!" Steve laughed. Despite how terrifying it was, he couldn't help but love your sense of humor. You could joke around even when you were going way over the speed limit. That was something he admired about you.

It took a few seconds for his heart to slow back down. He tried to catch his breath, but the adrenaline was still flowing through his body.

"You okay, Steve?" You asked with a chuckle, even tho you got concerned. Steve finally caught his breath and replied, "I'm good, I'm good. I haven't had that much adrenaline pumping through me in a long time." He was grinning from ear to ear.

"I just want to say, it takes balls of steel to pull off that kind of speed on a bike. I mean, you were flying out there."

You laughed. "Well, we aren't dead, and we get burgers, win-win..!" Steve laughed along with you. "Yeah, you're right. I'll take a burger over death any day. And if you keep pushing that bike like that, we could end up in a burger place in another city."

You chuckled. "Yeah, I've done that before." You stopped the bike and pulled down the kick stand. "You ready?" You asked and got off the bike, taking the keys out. "Yeah, but I'm ready for a little less chaos this time," Steve replied with a laugh. He swung his legs out and got off the bike, stretching his legs after the intense ride.

"Where are we going for burgers?" He asked, following your lead. "Right here?" You asked and pointed to the obvious fast food restaurant.

Steve laughed. "I guess we don't always have to overthink things."

He followed you into the restaurant, his stomach growling and looking forward to a nice, juicy burger.

Steve and you sat down at a table with your burgers and fries. It felt good to finally settle down after the rush of adrenaline on the bike. But the burgers tasted just as good as you expected them to after all the anticipation.

"So, you still excited for the race tomorrow?" Steve asked, chewing a big bite of his burger and enjoying the food. You just nodded since you were eating like a starved man.

Steve chuckled at the way you were attacking your food. It was clear that you were hungry. But he also knew you were serious about the race.

"Can I ask you something?" He took another bite of his burger. You nodded once again.

"So, what if you lose tomorrow?" Steve asked. It wasn't the happiest thought to ask, but he was curious. "You know, what if some other guy manages to pass you again in the final stretch? How would that make you feel?" You swallow your food. "Well, last time I fucked up twice, I had to buy a new bike.." you chuckled and took a sip of the soda.

Steve chuckled along with you. "Yeah, I get it. It would suck to lose the race and also have to buy a new bike afterwards. What was wrong with your last one anyway? Was it just too messed up to keep using?"

You shook your head. "No, I got real mad."

"So you destroyed your bike?" Steve asked with a chuckle. You seemed like you had a bit of a temper when it came to this bike competition. You chuckled and nodded.

Steve laughed again and chewed another bite of his burger. He was impressed by the way you handled your frustrations. You clearly weren't afraid to let your anger out when needed. But you still managed to keep your composure when actually on the bike.

"So, what else do you do besides race?" He asked, finishing up the last piece of his burger. "I actually fix other bikes, too.. and I often go on late night rides.." you explained. Oh, how you loved late rides in the city. It's so much calmer, and it takes your mind off of everything.

"You fix other bikes, too? I wish I knew how to do that. Maybe you should teach me something about bikes sometime. Not that I could ever fix one on my own, but it would be nice to pick up a skill or two." Steve said, leaning back in his seat.

"Late night rides sound nice. You're able to just clear your mind with nothing else to worry about. Not much traffic to deal with either."

You nodded. "Yeah.. when my sister got taken away by the child services, I just.. went for a ride.. but I kinda fucked up.." you sighed. Steve's laughter immediately stopped when he heard your story. He looked at you with a look of sympathy.

"Wait, that's what happened?" He could hear the hesitation and sadness in your voice. He wasn't sure if you wanted to elaborate or not. "I uh.. crashed." You chuckled. Steve couldn't help but laugh a little. You had a way of trying to make these situations a little more bearable. But he still felt bad for you.

"You kinda crashed?" He asked. "But you still kept going after that?" You nodded. "Yeah, it didn't impact me too much.. I mean, I only broke my leg cause I got stuck under the bike."

Steve stopped laughing the moment you said "broke my leg." His face went serious, and he sat forward in his seat.

"Wait, you broke your leg?" The thought of you with a major injury suddenly made him worried about your safety on your bike.

His face showed his concern. "And you still kept going?" You nodded. "Yeah! I'm not gonna make it to Isle of Man TT if I don't keep going!" You smiled. Steve couldn't really argue with that. A broken leg wasn't going to stop you from achieving your dreams. But the thought of you crashing and getting hurt like that still worried him.

"You are one hardcore dude, you know that?" He chuckled a little. But his concern for your safety was still visible in his eyes. "Yeah, well.. I got a goal." You chuckled and brushed some of your hair away from your face before finishing your drink. Steve felt a great amount of respect for your commitment. That dedication to your goal was inspiring.

He finished his drink as well and set his cup down on the table. "So, you really think you're going to make it to the Isle of Man TT?" He didn't want to say it, but the thought of you competing in such a dangerous race was a bit disconcerting. "Yeah!" You chuckled. "I got the skills, I almost have the speed, I'll make it!" You smiled.

Steve couldn't deny that you certainly had the talent it takes to compete in a race like that. And you clearly had the will and dedication. You were doing everything in your power to achieve your goal.

"I believe in you," Steve said with a smile. "I know you'll make it to the Isle of Man TT and become one of the best motorcycle racers in the world."

You chuckled. "Wanna go straight back or do you wanna go do something?" You asked him. Steve thought about it for a moment. He would love to spend more time with you and try to get his mind off the race. And they were getting along really well. But he also didn't want to tire you out before the big race.

"You know, I don't want to keep you out too late. So, if you're ready to go back, we could head that way. Otherwise, I'll gladly follow your lead."

You nodded. "We can surely go back.. I mean, I should train a bit, anyway." Steve was pleased to hear it. He knew he was being a little overprotective, but he wanted to make sure you got a good night's rest before the race tomorrow.

"Sounds good. Let's head back and get some sleep. Race starts early in the morning, right?" He got up and headed toward the door.

"Yeah." You nodded and put the trash in the trashcan by the exit. Steve put his cup in the trash as well. He had another reason for wanting to get back early. After hearing your experience losing a sister, he was worried that you might fall asleep thinking about it. He didn't want you to be sad and miserable going to sleep.

He looked at you with a smile and asked, "Ready to go?" You nodded and mounted your bike, putting the keys. "Wait, you should have the helmet.." you muttered and handed it to him. "More dangerous for you if we crash.. since you don't know how to properly crash and get less injuries.."

Steve gave you a puzzled look. He didn't know how to properly crash? Was there a certain way to crash on a motorcycle that caused less damage?

He looked back at you in a bit of confusion and took the helmet from you. "All right, I'll wear it and try my best to figure out how to crash properly." He joked.

But you had some plans. There were no cops and everyone knew what that meant. You sped like fucking hell back, making sure Steve held on the entire time. Steve let out an audible gasp as you suddenly sped up. His fingers tightened around your waist, and he tried to hold on as tightly as he could.

He laughed when it really hit him what you were planning to do. There were no cops or anyone to stop you. It was a perfect time to see how fast this bike could really go.

"Come on, baby!" You yelled as you got near the same speed as today's race. Steve laughed as he felt the intensity increasing. The adrenaline rush was becoming very real and very frightening.

But he also couldn't deny that the adrenaline pumping through his veins was exhilarating. His entire body was on edge, but he felt alive. He didn't want it to stop. What scared him was that you put your hands up in the air.

Steve's heart dropped to his stomach when you put your hands up in the air and let go of the handles. He had his elbows squeezed around your waist, clinging to your body.

He started shouting out of pure fear. "WHAT ARE you DOING?!" You chuckled and put your hands down again and held onto the steering. Steve let out a sigh of relief. A few seconds of your hands being off the handles felt like an eternity to him. He was grateful that you put them back in place and managed to bring the bike back under control.

"Jesus Christ, why would you do that?" He yelled. "It's fun! But don't try it!" You yelled back. Well, this was a short trip, cause you were already back. Steve's breath was heavy as he tried to shake off the adrenaline rush. But he also couldn't stop laughing in the moment.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not going to try that." He chuckled.

He was still holding on to you tightly, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body. The short ride was still intense enough to make him sweat a little. "You sure you're okay? You're squeezing my waist.." you chuckled and turned off the bike.

Steve laughed at your comment as he finally let go of your waist. His body was shaking a bit from the intensity of the ride, but he was fine.

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just holding on tight." He hopped off the bike and walked around to look at your face.

"You know that race tomorrow is going to be just as intense as this, right?" He laughed. "Yeah, exactly!" You laughed and parked your bike in the tent.

Steve laughed along with you. The idea of a race being more intense than what you'd just done was mind-boggling to him.

"So you really have faith that you can hit that finish line and cross it ahead of everyone else tomorrow?" He asked, raising an eyebrow to show you that he was challenging your confidence.

"Yeah, I hope so." You smiled and walked inside the trailer. Steve followed you inside the trailer, and he took a seat on the bed. He was still a bit shaken up after the ride, but he was ready to get some rest before the big race.

"Well, I hope so too, and I'll be cheering for you tomorrow. But that race might be a tough one, especially if a lot of experienced riders are going to be there competing."

You nodded. "Yeah.. by the way, do you wanna sleep in the bed or the sofa? I can gladly take the sofa." You asked. Steve raised an eyebrow when you made the offer to sleep on the couch instead of the bed. He wasn't sure how to take it. Was it weird to sleep in the same bed? Or was it more weird to sleep separately?

"Uh, I mean, do you mind me sharing the bed with you?" He asked nervously. "No, no, that's fine." You said, blushing a bit.

Steve laughed a little bit and smiled as you blushed. He had a feeling that you were a little embarrassed. But he was glad that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch alone.

"All right, I'll be sure to stay on my side of the bed," He said jokingly. He hoped that you wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Can I ask one last thing before we go to sleep?"

You hummed. "Mhm?" Steve hesitated for a second, not sure how to phrase his question.

"Is it weird if I put my arm around you for the night? I'm a little too cold to fall asleep without some sort of warmth. And I think you're my closest heat source at the moment." He laughed awkwardly. "That's fine.. I'll just change out of my suit, and I'll join ya." You chuckled, grabbed some pj's, and walked over to the bathroom.

Steve laughed and waited for you to change. He was impressed by how comfortable you were with this situation.

But now the nervous thoughts were flooding back into his mind. It was clear that you were changing in the bathroom as a precaution, and he didn't want to overstep any boundaries. However, the idea of having you so close was making him feel a bit flustered.

Steve tried to take some deep breaths to calm his nerves and remain as relaxed as he could. You came back quite quickly and joined Steve in bed.

Steve smiled as he saw you get into bed with him. You looked even sexier in your pajamas than you did in the leather racing suit. But he made sure to keep that thought to himself.

He let out a nervous laugh when you got into the bed and got close to his body. You were the closest thing to him currently, and he felt the heat start to seep over to his side of the bed.

"So, are we just going to sleep like this for the night?" He asked, wanting to get some clear expectations. "If you're comfortable with it.." you whispered. You looked tired as you slowly cuddled closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Steve felt his heart skip a beat when he felt you lay your head on his chest. It was so close to his heart. Your breath was also on his neck. It felt very intimate.

"I'm... comfortable with this." He said softly and hesitantly.

Your warmth was soothing to him, and it felt nice to have another person so close to him. It was the most comfort he'd felt all day, and all the nervousness from earlier began to disappear.

Steve woke up the next morning feeling a bit groggy, but still feeling very excited for the big race. He looked over at you sleeping next to him.

His arm was wrapped around you and felt very natural in that position. He gave your waist a light squeeze to wake you up a little.

"Wake up, sleepy head. The race starts in an hour."

You groaned, turning away from him. Steve laughed when he saw you groan. You were definitely still a little tired. But you knew that the big race would start soon, so it was time to get up.

"Come on, the adrenaline rush will keep you awake during the race. I'll help you get your suit on, but you need to wake up first. It's almost time."

He tried to shake you gently to get you awake. "Finee.." you mumbled and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Steve chuckled as you rubbed your eyes. You still looked a little tired, and he couldn't blame you. It was a pretty early morning race anyway.

He looked at you as you sat up, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful your face looked in the morning light. You always looked beautiful, but this was somehow different. He knew that maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Do you want some coffee before we get going?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light. "No, it's fine.." you murmured as you slowly got up. Steve chuckled at your response. He was impressed that you could wake up and just get up and go without needing coffee to get your day started.

He got up and started to look through your dresser for your race suit. He couldn't help but notice that he was really looking forward to seeing you back on the bike today.

"Steve, Steve.. racing suits hang." You chuckled and grabbed the suit hanging over your mirror. Steve laughed when you reminded him where the race suit was hung.

"I haven't participated in a race since high school. So give me a break on my knowledge of proper suit hanging standards," he joked with a playful tone.

He waited to see how you'd put on the suit. The leather suit looked even more intense than it had yesterday. It was impressive how much time you'd spent getting ready just for this race. Without thinking, you stripped off your pj's, making you stand in your bra and panties, then slowly put on the racing suit.

Steve tried not to get his eyes stuck as you removed the pajamas and put on the suit. He didn't look at your body, and he was glad that you were comfortable changing in front of him.

He looked up when you were just in your bra and panties, and his face got a little red when that happened. The sight of you in those two simple things was a lot more enticing than you were wearing the leather suit. When you finished putting on the suit, you looked at him. "Are you okay?" You asked, not noticing the way he blushed.

Steve laughed nervously when you asked him if he was okay. He wasn't expecting you to ask him that, and he was worried that you had noticed his blush.

"Um, yeah.. just fine." He tried to keep his tone lighthearted and relaxed.

Your body in the outfit you had on definitely brought back those thoughts of intimacy that he'd felt last night. But he pushed those thought aside and made sure to focus on the task of the race and supporting you every step of the way.

You grabbed your helmet, put on your shoes, and walked out to the tent. Steve followed you out of the tent and out to the bike. He watched you put on your helmet and shoes.

Your entire attire looked badass and intimidating. But it also made you look absolutely beautiful, in a fierce and powerful way. He tried not to stare too deeply into your eyes, but he was truly captivated by this vision of you.

Steve had been watching you closely throughout the race. His eyes were fixed on you, watching how gracefully you manoeuvred your bike in the curves. Your skill was very impressive, and it was clear to him that you were destined for greatness in this sport.

He couldn't help but be proud of you. You were going to finish that race and cross that finish line. And Steve was going to be there to see it all.

But just as he thought you'd cross the finish line in first place, your bike caught on fire out of nowhere. You got stuck under the bike. "This was it. This was the end for me." You think to yourself as the flames grow hotter and start to consume your upper body. At first, the other riders didn't seem to notice the flames that were now engulfing your upper torso.

Once they did, they all tried to save you, but you were stuck. They tried using fire extinguishers, but it seemed to be of no avail. The medics came as well, but there was nothing they could do. It seemed like all hope was lost. Steve's heart dropped as he watched you get engulfed by the flames. His first instinct was to jump on the bike and try to pull you off, but he saw other riders already trying to do that. It seemed like nothing was working.

The medics were there now and trying their best to put out the flames and save you, but they were too late.

Steve's eyes welled up as he watched all of this happen. It was a sudden and unexpected turn of events. He couldn't believe you were about to die right in front of him. "Fuck- help!" You yelled out, trying to reach someone. Steve rushed over to you as soon as you yelled. The medics and bikers were still trying their best to put out the flames, but the fire kept growing.

He was horrified to see you in so much pain and agony.

"I'm here!" He yelled to you as he reached your body. He tried to pull you away from the fire, but it was too hot. He couldn't hold on for very long. "Steve!" You cried out, trying to get your legs out from under the bike. Steve couldn't bear to see your body go through this much pain. His heart was breaking as the flames seemed to grow hotter and hotter.

He kept trying to pull your legs out from under the bike. It was too heavy, and it was impossible to move an inch. But he couldn't let you die in front of him like this. "Take my hand, take my hand!" You yelled out to him as you cried. Steve was scared and in such a state of panic himself. His breath was shallow and his heart was pounding out of his chest.

He reached his hand out to you and grabbed your hand tightly. Your skin was burning, and he was afraid to hold onto it for too long. But he did not let go of your hand as the medics continued trying to put out the flames. You held onto Steve tightly and tried to drag yourself to him. Steve was pulling as hard as he could to try and pull you closer. But the burns from the heat on your body were making it difficult for you to move.

The medics and other racers continued trying to save you, but time was running out and the flames just kept growing.

Steve could not let this be the last time he had ever seen you. He kept pulling with all his might, desperately trying to pull you away from the flames. "Please.." You cried as you gave up. Steve kept pulling until the very last moment. The flames had almost completely engulfed your body now, and the medics were getting increasingly frantic.

But Steve could not let go of your hand, even now. He wanted to be the last person you saw in this world. If this was really the end, he wanted to be the last one standing with you, even if there was nothing he could do to save your life. You tried kicking your bike off of you and reached your hand out to Steve, pleading for help.

Steve could not let go of your hand. Even as the flames raged around you, he was still trying to pull you to a safe distance.

The medics and racers were still trying their hardest to save you. But the burns all over your body appeared to be severe and extensive.

As you reached out your hand to him, he kept pulling with every ounce of strength he had left. This was the only form of comfort he could offer.

You screamed out as you used all your strength to either kick the bike off or pull yourself out.

Steve could not bear to watch you struggle like this. The sound of you screaming was heartbreaking and it killed him to know he could do nothing about it.

He kept pulling and pulling on your hand, but the injuries on your body were too severe to allow you to move any more.

He was starting to feel like this was really the end. There was nothing he could do to save you, so he just kept holding your hand tightly and hoping that the medics would be able to pull you out before it was too late.

With tears in your eyes, you asked. "Do you have a knife?! Anything?!" You yelled. Steve tried to calm you down, but it was to no avail. Your screams were turning into hysterical shouting, and he hated seeing you in this state. You needed to remain calm and try to find a solution so you could be saved.

But when you asked Steve if he had a knife, he became confused. What did you need a knife for?

"Why would you need a knife right now?" Steve asked, hoping that he was hearing wrong due to the intensity of the situation. "Just answer!" You yelled as you got one of your legs out.

Steve was a bit shocked by your response, but your urgency and intensity was making him feel like there may be something you had in mind.

It was a bit of a weird request since you were still fully engulfed in the flames.

"Yes I have a knife, but what are you going to do with it?" He asked, his tone of voice still trying to be calm and reassuring despite the chaos that was unfolding. "Give it!" You shouted at him.

Steve was shocked at your yelling, but he quickly snapped into action and handed you the knife.

"Here, take it." He said, trying to be as calm as he could be even though this whole situation was still so surreal.

He hoped that you had some sort of plan to save yourself with the knife. Because he could not stand by and watch you burn anymore.

You quickly grabbed the knife and fucking.. cut your other leg off, letting you crawl away from the bike. Steve's entire body felt numb. The whole situation was just too much to handle for him. You were now missing a whole leg, but you were safe and that was all that mattered.

"That's one way of saving yourself, I guess..." He said after a few seconds of silence. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, but he was glad that you got out of that situation safely.

You crawled behind Steve, laid down, and took off your helmet. You were panting like hell, finally getting actual oxygen. Steve looked at you as you got onto the ground and removed your helmet. You were panting hard, but you were clearly breathing a lot better now that you weren't engulfed by the flames.

He looked you up and down, making sure that you were okay. The whole situation was incredibly surreal, and it was hard for Steve to process all of it.

What could've been a tragedy turned out to be a miracle. You were alive and breathing and that's all that mattered. You had tears in your eyes as you laid there. Everything hurt like absolute hell. Steve felt tears roll down his cheeks when he saw how much pain you were in. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to get burned so badly.

He gently wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you close to him. He knew you must be in horrible pain, but he couldn't bear to see you suffering like this.

"Shh, it's okay. It's over now. We survived. Just try to stay calm and try to breathe." He said softly, hoping that his comforting words could be of some help to you.

You laid your head on Steve's lap, holding onto him like he'd disappear if you let go.

Steve looked down and saw how tightly you were clinging to him. The sight of it was incredibly sweet. You were so shaken at the experience of what just happened that you needed him to be there for comfort.

He held you in his arms tightly and just tried to be there for you.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here with you." He reassured you, hoping that his words and actions would be soothing for you. "Uh-huh.." you breathed quietly.

Steve continued to hold you closely and stroke your body in a calming motion. His fingers rubbed along your back and your arms, trying to provide you with some relief. Your body was still burning from the flames, but he tried to provide you a temporary sense of relaxation from his touches.

"Let's just stay like this for awhile. Just try to focus on my words with your eyes closed. I want you to take deep breaths as you relax. We're safe now." He told you gently.

You were looking straight up at the sky, terrified and suffering. Steve understood that the whole experience you just went through was very traumatizing. And he hated that you had to go through such a terrifying time.

He saw that you were staring up into the sky and looking like your mind was somewhere else. So he just continued to provide his touch as a calming method.

"Keep breathing. You're safe. This pain will go away. This was just a bad accident. You're going to be okay." He kept reassuring you with his voice, hoping that it would help ground you. You nodded slowly. Your mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide with tears.

Steve just kept trying to provide comforting touch the best he could. He kept repeating the same kind words and rubbing his fingers along your body.

His voice was still very calm and gentle, even though he was concerned about your well-being and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He just needed to keep holding you and trying to calm you down. You went through a horribly traumatic experience, so you needed time to process all of it and not be overwhelmed. You were breathing like hell, terrified of what had just happened. Steve felt his heart break when he saw how much you were suffering and how much pain you were in. Your breath was becoming shorter and quicker, and you were just so visibly terrified and shaken up.

His words of encouragement and comforts were probably not enough. The experience was just too traumatic to have any quick solutions.

His arm stayed wrapped tightly around your body as he continued to stroke the skin on your back and comfort you in any way he could. Your body was shaking in his arms. Soon enough, you passed out from the overwhelming pain. Steve continued to comfort you as your body started shaking. It was so heartbreaking to see you in such agony like this. He couldn't stand to watch you suffer.

When you passed out, your entire body became limp and he held you closely as you were now unconscious.

He looked down at you for a few moments, relieved that you weren't feeling the pain anymore. But he still felt very concerned.

"Please just be okay. Just wake up and be okay," he kept repeating softly to himself.

The medics ruined the moment as they tried to rush to get you in an ambulance. Steve immediately snapped out of his thoughts when the medics came rushing over. He felt the sudden feeling of despair as they tried to get you away from him.

He tried to keep holding onto you as they were pulling you away. "Don't take her away from me. Please just don't take her away from me." He kept pleading and begging them to let you stay here or for him to follow the ambulance with you.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” A medic said in a panicked tone. Steve's heart dropped when he heard those words. He didn't want you to leave his side. Not after everything that had happened.

You had just survived a horrifying accident, and the last thing Steve wanted was for you to have to leave.

"Just please let me come with you. I want to see that she's okay. I can wait outside the ambulance. I just need to know that she's okay." Steve kept begging until he got a response. The medics nodded and got you on a stretcher, quickly putting you in the back of an ambulance.

Steve was still frantic as the medics took you into the ambulance. He looked at you one last time as you were rolled away. Your eyes were closed and you were passed out. But he still wanted to go with you.

"Please just come back to me. Please," he whispered softly as the ambulance doors closed and drove away, taking you to the hospital.

Steve waited outside the emergency room for hours before they let him see you. Your entire body was burnt, and they needed to assess the damage and give you treatment.

All Steve could do was wait and worry about your well-being. After what happened at the race, you were just so fragile to him.

He just prayed that you would make it through this. You've experienced such trauma, and he couldn't imagine how tough it was on your body and mind.

A few hours later, a doctor came out of the room you were in. "Mr. Harrington?" He called out. Steve's eyes snapped to the doctor when they said his name. His body tensed up, and he felt himself become very anxious.

"Yes, that's me." He replied to the doctor in a very worried tone. "Come with me." He said and walked back inside. Steve followed the doctor immediately. His body was still very tense as he followed the doctor toward the room.

He was very worried. He was expecting the worst, and he could not bear the possibility of hearing that you were gone.

"So.. Y/N was severely injured.." he sighed. Steve's heart sunk when he heard those words from the doctor. He tried to remain calm, but that was very difficult to handle.

"How badly injured is she?" Steve asked, trying to keep his tone of voice as calm and steady as possible.

"Very.. she was burned alive and had to cut off her own leg to get to safety.. but she will most likely survive." The doctor put his hand on Steve's shoulder. Steve's entire body tightened up, and it felt like all the air was being taken out of him. He felt faint for just a moment.

His mind was just racing to think about the pain you must have went through. Burning alive and then having to amputate your own leg just to survive.

It was hard for Steve to even imagine what that experience must have felt like for you. He hated that it had to happen to you.

"Is she conscious at least?" He asked in a worried tone. "No, she's not awake yet.." he sighed. Steve felt his heart drop once again. You were still unconscious. Which meant that you were still in a very fragile and vulnerable state.

This was just too much for Steve to handle, and he felt himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions.

The doctor put his hand on Steve's shoulder and looked at him with a kind expression. He could see that Steve was in a very emotional state. "You can go see her.." he said. Steve's body loosened up as he heard those words. He just wanted to make sure it was okay for him to see you. But now that he heard it was okay, he immediately wanted to go see you.

"Thank you. I'm going to go in there right now." Steve responded and rushed toward the door before the doctor could say anything else.

You were covered in bandages, and had an oxygen mask. Steve had to keep himself from breaking down. He had seen some pretty bad injuries and accidents before, but this was on a whole other level.

Your body was burned head to toe and you had an oxygen mask on. And for some reason you were still unconscious.

He had so many questions, but the one that was most important right now was whether you were going to be okay.

"You made it," Steve whispered softly as he stood next to your bed. As if on que, you woke up. Steve's breath caught in his throat when you opened your eyes and realized that you were awake and could see him. He hated to see you in this state. Your entire body was wrapped in bandages and you were breathing through an oxygen mask.

But none of that mattered. He was just so grateful to see you alive and awake that he couldn't help but tear up.

"You're alive." He whispered softly. You nodded softly. Steve couldn't help but continue to stare at you for just a moment longer. He was just so relieved that you made it.

His breath was slowly starting to normalize again after the shock and emotional rollercoaster that he had just experienced.

"Thank God you're alive." He whispered, his voice still slightly shaky but sounding more calm as he let out a sigh of relief.

"St.. Steve.." you whispered quietly, your hand twitching.

Steve's breath caught in his throat once again when you reached your hand out for him. Your hand was so fragile. It was also covered in bandages.

"Yes?" He asked softly, taking your hand in his and holding it. His hand was trembling slightly as he held onto you.

"Will.. will I.. live..?" You asked with teary eyes. Steve felt his heart sink. He couldn't bear to see you so concerned. Everything he's been through these last few hours has been so traumatic, and to see you in tears was too much to bear.

"Yes. You're going to be fine." Steve replied with all the hope he could muster in his voice. He didn't want you to worry and wanted to calm you down as much as possible.

"But.. will I... ever.. y'know.. live.." you asked. Your life was your bike. It's always been. And you begged for it to stay like that.

Steve couldn't hide the fact that his body suddenly tensed up when you asked that question. It was a fair question and one that he knew you would ask eventually, but it was still difficult to handle.

Your entire life had been riding and you were the happiest when you were on that bike. The accident had taken you away from all that and that was breaking your heart.

"We'll have to wait and see." He replied honestly.

You nodded with the slightest smile. Steve felt his eyes tear up again when you smiled. Your little smile through your pain was so incredibly touching to see.

"We'll just have to wait and see how you're doing in a couple days." He gently caressed your hand with the fingers from his other hand. "Yeah.. okay.." you whispered and held his hand. Steve kept holding your hand and stayed by your side, not wanting to leave you even for a moment. He knew you needed his touch now more than ever.

You would need to heal, but you had been through so much in just a matter of minutes. And he was going to be there by your side every step of the way.

"Hey, Steve..?" You asked.

Steve's eyes snapped to yours when he heard you speak. His hand tightened around yours once again.

"Yes?" He replied in a soft and concerned tone. "How long have we been friends?" You asked. Steve was caught a bit by surprise by your sudden question. A simple and unexpected question, but it made him think back on how long you've been friends.

"We've been friends almost since my family and I moved out here. So it's been many years now. I'm not sure the exact date though." He replied honestly, not wanting to give you an exact number that was wrong.

"What if I said.. that I want to ruin our friendship.." you whispered. Steve was stunned when he heard your words. His mind raced to think of what could possibly make you say such a thing. Were there some sort of hidden feelings that you didn't want to admit?

He couldn't think of any reason why you would suddenly want to ruin your friendship.

"Why would you want to ruin our friendship?" He asked, his tone filled with concern.

"Casue.. we should be lovers instead.." You smiled.

Steve's entire body froze and his breath was completely taken away when you said those words. It seemed so sudden, so unexpected.

His heart was starting to race and his body felt filled with pure joy.

Was this really what he had been hoping for all these years? Was there more to this friendship than just friendship?

"So.. what'd you say?" You asked, swallowing as fear slowly crept into your mind. Steve couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth. The whole situation felt so surreal that he couldn't wrap his head around it.

A million thoughts were racing through his head. Was this really happening? Is that really what you wanted?

He wanted to say something. But he was still so stunned and speechless. He just looked into your eyes hoping he didn't read the situation wrong.

"S... Steve..?" You asked. Okay, you were scared now. Had you said something wrong? Did he just want to be friends? Steve looked deep into your eyes and saw you start to panic. He saw the fear building on your face and you needed assurance.

"I..." Steve started to say but got tongue-tied.

He couldn't keep you waiting and wanting any longer.

"I want that too. More than anything. I don't just want to be friends. We should be lovers from now on." He finally had the words come out. You sighed in relief, a tear rolling slowly down your bandaged face.

Steve felt pure joy in his heart as he saw the tear rolling down your face. It was pure relief from you, which made him feel so happy.

Your friendship was one of the things that was most important to him, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing that.

He had loved you for so many years, waiting for the moment of when you felt the same towards him. Now that moment had finally arrived.

You took your oxygen mask off and reached out for him. Steve watched you take your oxygen mask off. Which he didn't want you to do because you shouldn't be exerting too much energy.

But then you reached out for him.

It was just a simple touch of you laying your hand on his cheek, but it meant so much more to Steve.

He immediately put his arm around you and pulled you in toward him. His hand gently caressed your cheek as he looked into your eyes. The moment was one of pure joy for Steve. He had finally had the confession he was hoping for. "Kiss-kiss.." you muttered as you weren't getting enough oxygen without the oxygen mask.

Steve felt his heart skip a beat as you said those two words. He didn't need to be told twice and immediately leaned forward to kiss you.

His heartbeat began to speed up as he finally felt his lips meet yours in a long awaited kiss.

This was everything that he wanted. The moment of passion and love that he had been waiting for years to have. You smiled into the kiss, even tho you could barely breathe. It was worth it. So worth it.

Steve knew that taking off your oxygen mask wasn't the best idea. But he couldn't bear the thought of taking his lips away from you for even a moment.

This kiss was what he had been waiting for. He hated seeing you being in pain and covered in bandages, but the only thing that mattered to him right now was these precious moments of happiness and love.

He hoped that you were able to breathe enough even without the oxygen mask. But he was so caught up in this kiss that he couldn't let go and take care of that just yet.

You tried blowing some air into his mouth, signaling that you needed air. What you hope for was that he'd do the same you just did, and not pull away.

After a few moments of kissing, he felt you blowing air into his mouth. His body immediately tensed up and he broke the kiss for a moment.

As soon as he let go of you, he started to worry.

"Are you going to be okay? Can you breathe?" He asked in a shaky voice. He wanted to check up on you but was also worried that he had pushed you too far and that might've been too much.

You shook your head and tried reaching for the oxygen mask, failing miserably. Steve saw you fail to reach the mask and then looked at you in horror when you shook your head in response to his question.

His heart dropped. He needed to help you.

"Here, let me help you." He quickly snatched the mask from the table beside your bed and held it up to your face.

"Just breathe and don't worry, I'll put it on you." He started saying in a calming voice. You took a deep breath as he put your mask on. Steve let out his own sigh of relief when he saw you successfully put the mask on and took a deep breath.

He couldn't bear seeing you go through more trauma after everything that had happened these past few hours.

He just needed you to be okay, and if that meant getting some more oxygen, then that's what you would get.

"Just relax now. Take slow breaths and let the oxygen do its job for you." He replied in an calming voice as he continued to stroke your hair gently.

"Yeah.." you nodded. "I just.. didn't wanna stop kissin' you.." you mumbled, fiddling with the bandage on your hands. Steve's heart instantly started to race at your words. You were still not completely conscious, but every word that you did speak was just filled with so much passion and love.

"We can kiss more later. For now just concentrate on your breathing." He replied, trying not to let his excited and loving emotions take over.

He didn't want to push you too far and stress you out. He just needed to make sure that you were going to be okay first before going back to the kisses.

"Fine.." you tried to sound annoyed that you couldn't keep kissing him. Steve gave a little chuckle as you tried to sound annoyed at him. But he could see right through you.

It was so adorable to see.

But he was right. For now you needed to concentrate on getting enough oxygen into your system before going back to the kisses.

"Just a few more minutes. We'll have all the time in the world for kisses later." He replied in a teasing tone. For the first time today, the red on your face wasn't blood.

Steve noticed your cheeks turn red. The light redness was very different than the blood from your burned skin from the accident.

This was a redness that was filled with happiness and affection. And it made Steve feel giddy with joy.

"Look at you. Who knew that a few words could give you a new blush." He said in a joking tone which he immediately realized he shouldn't have made.

He hoped it wouldn't turn your redness into an embarrassment. "Ss-shut up.." you mumbled. Steve had to stifle his chuckle but he was failing.

He found it so incredibly cute for you to respond in such a way. His playful tease had you blushing again, and he couldn't be happier.

"Are you getting annoyed with me?" He asked in a teasing tone. "N-no.." You grumbled with a fake pout. "It sure seems like it to me..." He said with a big smirk on his face.

To him, there was nothing more adorable than you trying to play hard to get.

"Are you sure that's not how you feel?" He teased you, making sure to get a reaction out of you again. You nodded. "Mhmm.."

Steve couldn't help but grin. Your little pout looked so adorable!

But then he suddenly had a thought.

"So you're not annoyed by me?" He said, with a grin that quickly turned into a tease. He was beginning to poke the bear so to speak. "Nuh-uh.."

"You're sure? You're not just saying that to make me happy?" He said with a smirk on his face. This was getting extremely fun for him, teasing you and getting you flustered.

"Mhm.. 'm not annoyed at you.. I'm annoyed cause I can't kiss you.." you grumbled, weakly trying to cross your arms. Steve instantly snapped out of the teasing and the grin quickly faded from his face as he got serious again. The love that he had for you was starting to take over now.

"I know. It's hard to wait and not do more kissing." He replied softly.

But then, he got an idea.

"But what if I did this?" He asked before leaning forward and quickly planting a kiss on your forehead. You leaned towards his touch, needing more. Steve immediately noticed you lean towards him. As soon as he realized that's what you needed, he leaned forward as well.

He brought his hand around to the back of your head and gently pulled you in towards him.

His lips met your forehead once again and he let his lips linger there for a moment.

This was his way of reassuring you that he was going to do whatever he could to make you feel better. And that he was going to give you all of the kisses you needed as soon as you were physically able to handle it. Your face suddenly went white, and your eyes widened, tears slowly welling up. Steve's heart dropped when he saw your face go white and tears well up in your eyes.

He immediately pulled away and grabbed your hands with a look of concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking right at you. Your breathing got faster, as if you were scared. You looked almost exactly like you did a few hours ago, right before you passed out in Steve's arms. Were you in pain?

Steve could feel his stomach tie into knots as he looked into your eyes. He suddenly felt those same memories coming back and he feared the worst.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? Is something hurting?" He asked, beginning to panic.

Every time he thought he was safe when it came to your health, it would be something that would bring back those fears. You desperately tugged on his hand, unable to talk.

Steve didn't understand what you were trying to tell him. But your desperation to get him to understand was not a good thing.

He felt the fear building up more and more inside of him. He really thought that he would never feel this way again, but here it was, all coming back to him.

He just wanted to know what was wrong so he could fix it. And he didn't like the feeling of being so helpless in this situation.

"H... hurt.. hurt.." you managed to whisper quickly. Steve's heart dropped once again as he heard you say those words.

He hated seeing you in pain. And he desperately wanted to make it stop.

"Where does it hurt? Is it your arms or your legs?" He asked, trying to narrow down what was hurting you so he could help.

"Everything.." you whimpered, trying to tug on Steve's hand with a little more force. Steve couldn't hold back his tears anymore. Seeing you in so much pain like this was too much for him to take.

"It hurts everywhere?" He asked, his voice starting to break as he began to sob.

He had no idea how to help you. He wanted so badly to take the pain away. But he had no idea how to make that happen. He was losing control and it killed him inside.

"Get... nurse.." you whimpered with shallow breaths. Steve immediately let go of your hand and pressed the nurse call button on the side of the bed.

"Okay, I'll get someone from the staff over right away. Just hang in there." He said just before he started to cry again.

He didn't know what the nurse was going to do. He didn't know what would happen. All he knew was that you were in pain and he needed that pain to stop as soon as possible.

There were tears in your eyes, and your body was nearly numb. Unable to move. Steve's tears continued to flow freely down his face. It felt like it was tearing him apart to see you in so much pain and unable to do anything about it.

His heart broke again and again as he watched you struggle to do anything and as he witnessed your numb body and those painful tears on your cheeks.

"Just stay with me. I'm not leaving your side. I'm not going anywhere."

You were whimpering and silently crying as you waited for anyone to help you. Steve couldn't look away for a second. He needed to be there for you until the nurse arrives.

The thought of you being in so much pain and discomfort was too much for him. As he looked at you, he watched you continue to struggle with your whimpering and silent cries.

The door to the room began to open, and a nurse rushed in. They took one look at the state you were in and immediately took action to try and help you. Steve was escorted out of the room, so he didn't know what was happening.

Steve was asked to stand outside the room by the nurse who had just rushed in. He felt his heart sinking into his stomach once again the moment you were out of his sight. He wanted to be right in there with you. To see what the nurse was doing and to hear everything being said.

Not only that, but he was afraid if this turned out to be serious that he was going to hate himself for not being inside to help you immediately.

Time passed and Steve was still standing outside the room. His thoughts were a million miles an hour.

He kept thinking about every worst-case scenario and worrying that it might become true.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the room opened. Instead of seeing a happy and healthy you, the nurse had a completely different look on her face which made the worry in Steve's heart sink even deeper.

"I.. Mr. Harrington, may I speak to you for a moment?" The nurse asked calmly. Steve snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at the nurse. As he did, a wave of fear washed over him.

The look on the nurse's face was not a good one. And the fact that she's asking him if she could talk to him meant that what happened wasn't good.

"Of course." He replied with a nervous expression. "Well.. Are you aware of the events that happened today?" She asked.

Steve nodded his head and he watched as the nurse looked at him with sympathy.

"Yes. I was right here with her when the accident happened." He replied, not knowing what the nurse was about to tell him.

"The fire must've done something to her organs, which is making her feel pain even after so many hours.." she explained. Steve's heart practically stopped as he heard the words.

He felt the breath become heavy in his chest and it was becoming so hard to keep breathing.

He was having trouble even speaking at this point.

"So.. you're saying.. there is still more damage done to her organs? She's still not fully recovered?" He asked, his voice beginning to crack.

He thought he had done so well in comforting her and making her feel safe when she was awake. But here her was now, finding out that all of his efforts were for nothing.

The nurse nodded. "Yes.. and we will have to do an emergency operation.. may I have your consent to this?" She asked, handing him a form.

Steve hesitantly took the form that the nurse was handing to him. As he looked over the paperwork, he felt the world began to spin.

He knew what an emergency operation meant. And he knew what was going to happen to his girlfriend.

"Will she be ok?" He asked in a shaky voice. "We don't know yet.." she sighed.

Steve felt his heart drop once again as the nurse gave yet another answer that he didn't want to hear.

"So there's still a chance I could lose her?" He asked, his voice breaking in between every word. She nodded. "Yes, but if you give us your consent to the operation, there might be a slightly bigger chance of her surviving."

Steve had gone from feeling helpless to feeling hopeless as the nurse revealed that he could potentially lose his girlfriend forever.

He wanted so badly to say yes in that moment. He wanted to do anything he could to give her a better fighting chance to survive.

"Then I give you my consent. You just do whatever is necessary to save her life." He replied, trying to hold back his tears as the tears started to flow once again. "Sign here." She said and pointed to the bottom of the form.

Steve quickly signed the form and handed it back to the nurse. He needed no time to think, no questions to ask.

This was a matter of life and death for the woman he loved. And if there was even a small chance that she could live through this, he would do whatever it took to make that dream become a reality.

The nurse quickly went back into the room, and soon later, you were being escorted out and over to an operating room.

Steve's eyes remained glued on your body as you were being escorted into the operating room. Every step was like a stab of a knife in his heart.

The possibility of losing you forever was enough to tear him apart. He felt like he would go crazy if he ended up losing you today.

All he could do was stand and watch as you were being taken from him into the operating room. Hoping that those who were operating on you would be able to save you from whatever more damage your body had already had to endure.

Time slowly passed by.

At this point, all Steve could do was wait to get the results of your surgery.

He sat outside of the surgery room and continued to feel that nervous dread and anticipation in his body.

He wanted so badly to believe that the surgery was successful and that you would be okay. But with the wait time becoming longer and longer, those hopes were beginning to dwindle away. After almost 7 hours, a nurse came out and walked over to him.

Steve perked up when he saw the nurse approaching. His body was filled with hope, as the nurse was here to give him the results of your surgery.

"Is.. is she okay?" He asked, looking up at the nurse.

"..." The nurse was quiet for a few seconds. "Congratulations!" she smiled.

Steve's heart jumped out of his chest when he saw the nurse's smiling face and she congratulated him.

But he needed more than a smile at this point. He needed to know for sure.

"She made it out of the surgery alive, didn't she?" He asked in an anxious tone.

"She's okay, Mr. Harrington." The nurse smiled at him. Steve's face immediately broke into a smile and a few tears quickly flowed from his eyes.

"She's okay.. she survived?" He asked and the wave of relief was overwhelming.

After going on such an emotional roller coaster and having to wait for so many hours, it was finally beginning to sink in for him that his girlfriend was going to be okay.

"You can come see her in about 15 minutes." She said and walked away. Steve needed no time to prepare or wait for anything in this moment. As soon as the nurse walk away, he was out of his seat and heading to see you.

The anticipation of seeing you was becoming too much for him to handle. Even just the thought of being able to see you and hold you again made his heart feel so full.

The wait was excruciating but it's finally over.

A nurse opens the door for Steve to walk into your hospital room. And as he walks into the room, he looks directly at you with a huge smile on his face.

The sight of you was enough to bring so many tears to his eyes. But they were tears of joy because you were alive and well.

"Hey." You smiled and waved at him. Steve immediately approached your bed where you were laid up. Your smile and the wave you gave him was all the relief he needed.

As soon as he pulled up a chair next to you, he didn't waste a second to pull you in for a hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He replied, his voice laced with emotion as he finally felt your body hugging him back. "Kiss-kiss.." You asked, wanting to really feel him against you.

As soon as you asked for a kiss, he didn't need to be asked twice.

He immediately leaned down and pressed his lips up against yours in a passionate kiss. When you felt his body press up against your own, it felt like he was finally able to let go of the built up weight of the day.

He just wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you like this forever. You put your hands around his neck and kissed him back, closing your eyes.

As soon as you wrapped your hands around his neck it felt like he was going to explode with joy.

He pulled you in even close to him and pressed your bodies together in such a loving embrace.

The heat was rising as he kissed you back. But he didn't care if his kiss became intense. He just wanted to enjoy every last second of holding you in his arms.

After multiple minutes of making out, you pulled away. "I love you.. Steve.." you whispered, giving him a sweet smile.

Those three simple words from you put a huge smile on Steve's face.

After all of the fear and worry and stress he underwent on your behalf, hearing you that those words out of your mouth was like music for his ears.

"I love you too." He managed to whisper back between tears in his eyes. "Don't cry.." you whispered and dried a tear from his eye.

Steve's tears started falling onto your shoulder as you dried a tear from his eyes.

But he was completely unable to stop himself from crying.

After all that has happened today, he couldn't hold back his feelings or his tears anymore.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he tried drying another tear from your eyes.

"I'm just so happy to see you alive and well."

You smiled. "I know.. they said I'll start having physical therapy in a few days.. I'll get a prosthetic.." you said. Steve was speechless as he listened to you talk. He truly thought you were going to lose this battle today. And now here you are, telling him that you're going to be fine.

You had just given him the best news he could have hoped for. And the relief was indescribable.

"You're going to get a prosthetic?" He asked, needing more information about this. "Yeah.." you chuckled. You laughing quickly brought a smile to his face as well.

Just hearing you laugh was like music to his ears.

"So you're going to be able to walk again?" He asked, a smile beginning to grow on his face. "I think so.." you smiled back. Knowing you would be able to walk again brought more and more joy to Steve's heart.

Just being able to see you walk and move around without difficulty would be more than he could ever ask for.

His face turned from a smile into a full-on grin as he nodded his head in agreement and excitement.

Time definitely flew by.

As you began your physical therapy, your progress was truly remarkable.

After only a few weeks, you were able to start moving around on your own again. It was amazing to watch your strength and courage take over and the progress you were able to make on a daily basis.

As Steve watched this progress, he felt like the biggest sense of relief he had ever experienced. He was more than proud of you and the incredible progress you were making. You could properly walk with your prosthetic leg now. And you were so happy.

Your strength and determination to not give in to defeat brought Steve so much pride in you.

He was so happy to see how well you were doing with your recovery. The fact that you were now able to walk again and even get back to doing things that you previously used to enjoy before this accident happened made you a true champion.

Your will and spirit made this possible. And Steve was more than proud of how far you've come.

"Steve?" You called out from the living room, wanting to surprise him with something. When you called out his name, he immediately came into the room.

But the sight of you standing there with your prosthetic leg caught him off guard.

He was completely speechless. He would have never expected you to surprise him like this today. After everything you had just been through, you still found a way to put a smile on his face. "I have a surprise for you.." you smiled, reaching your hand out to him.

Steve took your hand in his without even questioning what this surprise might be. He was so amazed by you just being up and able to stand and walk around that he didn't really think of what else could possibly come next.

You led Steve to the garage, where you had a brand new motorcycle. A better model than the one you had in the accident. As Steve followed you into the garage, he could feel his jaw hit the floor. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It wasn't just any regular motorcycle either. No. It was a brand new motorcycle that was so much better than the one that caused this.

"I.. I....I don't even know what to say." He eventually managed to say while still trying to process what he was seeing.

"Wanna test her out?" You asked with a grin, holding the keys in your free hand.

Steve's eyes lit up as you asked if he wanted to test her out. He didn't need another second to agree.

"Are you serious?" He asked with so much joy and excitement in his voice. You chuckled and mounted your new bike, putting the keys in and putting on a helmet.

Steve was still in awe as he watched you get ready to test drive your brand new bike.

After all that you've been through, it was amazing to see you excited about something else again.

As you mounted your bike and put on your helmet, he couldn't help but feel so much pride for you in this moment.

"Come on, slowpoke!" You laughed. Steve's face immediately snapped out of his stare and he snapped into reality.

"Oh. Yeah." He said in a playful tone.

Quickly, he grabbed his helmet and mounted his bike as he let out a giddy laugh of his own. You started the bike and revved the engine. This was it. You were gonna live again. You smiled as you started driving.

Steve's heart began racing as the engine of ypur bike revved up and you started driving.

The feeling of finally being out on the open road again was better than he could have imagined.

After all the waiting and everything that he and you had been through, this moment felt magical. He felt like nothing else mattered right now and that as long as he could be out here on this ride right now, everything would be okay.

It was a clear road. But this time, you just put your hands up and exclaimed happily as you felt the wind in your hands. The feeling of being out in the open like this felt so natural.

Being out on the road and letting the wind rush pass you and through your hair was everything that you were in need of in this moment.

You felt like this was the start of a whole new chapter in your life. You couldn't ask for anything better than this right now.

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I have been having a really tough mental health patch and I would love it if you can write on the reader is anxious and sad. Her daddy and papa help her as much as they

Hi there love! 💜

i'm really sorry to hear it, babe. I hope you'll find something who'll help you get better ❤️

I hope you like how i tuned it <3

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Warnings ; angst, sad, upset,

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

A/N : I’m so sorry for not posting the last four days. I had to organise my birthday and I have a lot of homework to do so I tried my best. Thank you for being understanding ♥️

If you had a hard day, I hope it can make you feel better lovers <3 Enjoy!

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You look down at your feet as the water fall down your body. You thought the warm water running down your body would make you feel better but apparently not. You don’t know what is happening but it’s happening. The whole day was just so stressful. You were anxious about small things you usually don’t pay attention at all.

You wanted to relax with a good and hot shower but even this isn’t working today. Nothing work today. It’s one of these days where you just hoped you had stayed in bed in the morning and where you hope you would still be in it in the end of the day.

You slide your hands in your hair and exhale deeply, you let the water falling down your face making you hold your breath to exhale seconds later. Even moving seems to much right now. You let your back falling against the wall of the shower and just stay there

You don’t want to move, you feel good there and it’s the first time since the beginning of your day you feel that way

After minutes of letting your eyes close you decide to get out of the shower to just go lay yourself on the couch with a comfy blanket on top of you.

You quickly dry yourself and step into comfy clothes- your Daddy’s shirt and Papa’s pants. You close the window of the bathroom and get out. The change of temperature between the bathroom and the rest of the house make you shiver. You grab a blanket who was on your bed and go downstairs

You sigh and groan when your back hits the comfy couch. You let all the light of the house out so it’s just the light of the outside world who disappears slowly who is illuminating the house. You curled into a bowl and wrap the blanket around you to warmth you up a little. Even after a warm shower you are still cold. It’s probably the exhaustion who plays a lot in this

The front door opening make you groan at the annoying noise. You hear footsteps and quiet voices who get louder as they keep their walk toward where you are

‘’Tomorrow we need to be there at 7am, right ?’’ Bucky asks. To be honest he wasn’t really paying attention on what Tony was saying because he couldn’t get out of his mind how you were by message. You weren’t yourself and he immediately noticed it. He didn’t want to push you at talking to him so he just lets it slide but it doesn’t mean it get out of his mind.

‘’Yes Bucky’’ Steve sighs knowing his husband didn’t listen anything ‘’it’s at 7am’’ he says hiding his smirk.

Bucky never really listen except if it come to you or Steve, that’s why Steve doesn’t like when they have a meeting and he isn’t here. Usually he takes the information and repeats it to Bucky at least a hundred times so when it’s just Bucky at the meeting he needs to ask Tony to be sure

It always make you laugh when you see Steve on the phone or asking Bucky every time if he’s sure that the information are right or if he isn’t lying because he doesn’t know what was said. It’s funny because your Papa is all stressed out when your Daddy plays with him like this

Bucky nods and makes his way further in the house. He walks in the living room and sees your feet sticking out of the couch making him smile and shakes his head.

He walks toward you and sits on one of the armrest of the couch where your head is resting. He moves your hair away from your face with his fingers and stares down at you

You look so tired, so exhausted. His eyes travel around your features, your sweet lips where your breath is getting out, your rosy cheeks who are caressing by your Daddy's fingers, your beautiful and big eyes who are looking right at him

He tilts his head "i thought you were sleeping. I'm sorry if I woke you up, babydoll" You shake your head "don seepy" you mumble getting comfortable again "i awate"

He smiles down at you as he keeps caressing your cheek. He kneels down beside your head and kisses your forehead "it's okay to feel sleepy, little one. I'm very sleepy too"

You shake your head again "i not seepy" you insist and he nods "alright, I believe you" he says so you would calm down "do you want to tell me what is wrong then ?"

You shurg and close your eyes again. Bucky takes the time to looks at your face and changes his gaze to your feet. He quietly sighs when he sees you shaking one of them.

He knows you like he never ever knews someone. Every time you feel anxious about something you act as if you were tired. Every time you're stressing out about something you shake a part of your body, your leg, your feet, both of your legs or your fingers. He knows every body languages you have and he notices them in less than a second every time they come out.

he gets up and looks at Steve who is still texting Tony at the entrance of the house. Bucky clears his throat loud enough to get Steve's attention and he looks up from his phone with an eyebrow raised. Bucky nods at you and Steve walks to you both. He looks down at you but frowns deeper as he doesn't understand what is happening with you

Bucky rolls his eyes and nods at your foot who are still bouncing. Your Papa inhales and nods his head to say he finally understood. He then touches your forehead but doesn't feel it hot or anything. He looks up at Bucky who simply shakes his head and with that shake of head and the look in his eyes, Steve knows what is happening

Of course not in details but he at least knows one thing. He knows you aren't tired nor sick

He bends over and brings his lips to your ear "do you want to eat something, sweetie ?" he gently asks. One thing who always make you feel better is food. You turn your head to him and shake your head "don wanna move" you whisper

"what do you need ? Or want, Baby ?"

"Cuddles" you shyly say and they both smile down at you and nod "alright, sweetness. We'll cuddle but only if you promise to smile. You know we hate it when you don't feel good" Steve teased pressing his lips against your cheek. You nod your head and feel them moving

Bucky goes to your legs and Steve goes to your face. Your Papa is the first one sitting down and he helps you resting your head on his laps. Once you're comfy, Bucky lifts your legs and rests your feet on his laps

Your Papa puts a cartoon on the tv, one who usally doesn't make you all energic and you grab your Papa's hand after a moment. He feels you squeeze it and moving it around making him frown. He slides the fingers of his other hand on your hair "are you sure you're okay ?" he whispers getting Bucky's attention

You nod your head but your nod starts to change into a shake after some times, your lips start trembling and your eyes are watering "hey baby" Your Daddy says and comes closer to you "what's wrong, beautiful ?" he gently asks as Steve squeezes your hand

You just keep shaking your head and you soon feel tears falling down your cheeks. You sob and your Papa sits you down on his laps instead of being laying. You hide your face in his neck and keep sobbing while your daddies shush you. Your Daddy strokes your legs and feet while your Papa strokes your head.

"why don't we go upstairs in our bed ? It'll be more comfy, don't you think ?" Your Papa asks and you nod while sniffing. Steve stands up and lifts you up to rest you on his hip. You curl yourself against him and hide your face in his neck.

You feel your Daddy behind you and as your Papa walks up the staires, your Daddy grabs your feet and gently strokes them. You curl your toes and squeeze your Papa's neck at the attention.

Once they're in the bedroom, they don't lose a time and rush toward the big king size bed. They lie you down and quickly slide themselves under the cover after all the lights are out. Your Daddy lifts up your shirt immediatly and starts stroking your belly, knowing it's something who make you feel good and relax

"you had a hard day ?" Your Papa asks stroking your arms and hands. You close your eyes and nod before sniffing for the last time. "You're safe here, you're in a place where all your worries stay at the door, you're in a place where you can lay on us anytime. You don't have to hide how you're feeling from us, you don't have to be ashamed about what you're feeling at home. We won't be mad and we won't ever laugh at you because you feel low or anything else" Bucky whispers as his fingers travel in your belly

You open your eyes and looks up at your Daddy. He smiles down at you and nods "it's the truth, baby. You're allowed to have feelings, whatever they are" You look at your Papa who nods as well.

You start to nod too at the same time as them making them laugh at how adorable your are when you're shy around them.

"Do not," Your Daddy kisses your lower belly "worry,' he kisses up your belly making you giggle "about" he kisses the right side of your belly "grown up" he kisses the other side making you squirm "things" he finishes with a blow on top of your belly button making you giggle harder

You push his head away with a shy grin and look away when he looks down at you with a smirk. He rests his hand back on your belly and starts to travel them around all over again. Steve smiled at his two lovers the whole time, his eyes fall down on you and they soften when he sees you looking up at him. He kisses the tip of your nose gently making you smile "our beautiful little girl" he whispers

You close your eyes again with a little smile against your lips, you finally feel better. All the stress and the anxiety of the day is behind you now that your Daddies throw it away. They always make sure you feel safe and good when you're home and they tries their best to make you feel safe and comfortable outside of the house too.

They're the best. They're everything you need and everything you ever wanted and everything you never thought you'll have one day

But here you are, in their arms, in their bed, under their kisses and love

"sleep, baby. You need it" Your Daddy says kissing your cheek "don't worry. We'll be here when you'll be asleep and when you'll wake up tomorrow morning" Steve adds kissing your forehead

Little did they know, you are in dreamland since a long time

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