#worried it would've turned them to even worse feelings because of what i did with crushes then

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

now that I think about it, which I'm surprised I'm only doing just now, I wonder how I would've responded to the 2011 tintin film when I presumed I was a cishet teenage girl

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[luveline]

bethie omg🥺🥺🥺need to see dad Steve telling her she’s not weird and grandma is evil!!! love u

love you ♡ kisses before dinner mom!reader

Steve has lost his temper with you a few times and he's yelled, but each time he apologised afterward like the guilt was eating him alive, and he's never made you feel unsafe. He's the opposite of that, he's your sanctuary, and you wish you could be that for him now. Dove is crying and Bethie's hiding in the kitchen —you don't really have a choice but to let him recover by himself. 

He stands in the middle of the living room with his hands over his face, just breathing. Beyond Dove's tears, a shocked silence has descended on the room. One minute Steve's mom was here, and mean, and the next she's being shouted at and forced out of the house. You weren't sure what was even said, but you caught the gist, and you don't regret his reaction or have any intentions of telling him off. It would've been nicer if he didn't blow up in front of the girls, but you can't always choose. 

“What's wrong?” you ask Dove quietly, kneeling in front of her. She walks into your arms for a hug, but changes her mind and flops to the floors between your knees and the couch to cry there. “Dove?” 

“Boppy,” she whines, putting her wet face on your legs. 

“Boppy?” She wants her bottle. “Let's go make your boppy. Come on, come here.” 

You help her up and she wraps her arms around your neck for immediate departure. You stop by Steve's side despite her grizzling and take his arm into your hand. He rubs his eyes. 

“You okay?” you ask, a little worried he's going to snap at you too.

He drops his chin down, blinking at you. Dove cries and his head turns to her, a frown pulling at his lips. “I'm sorry,” he says. 

“She just wants her bottle,” you assure him. 

He turns on the spot to find Avery on the couch. “Honey, I'm sorry for yelling. Are you okay?” 

“I'm fine, dad. You're not yelling at me. Are you?” 

Steve pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and flattens his dishevelled hair. He looks nicer now he's not mad, handsomer, his pretty almond eyes wide and looking for forgiveness. “I really wasn't, did it feel like I was?” He puts his arms out and Avery bolts into them, giggling as Steve pulls her up into his arms for a dashing of heavy kisses along her hairline. “Your grandma, she makes me so mad–” He cuts off before he can rile himself up again. “Well. She left. I'm so sorry for yelling, honey.” 

“It's okay,” Avery says, voice warm with love as she squeezes him close in a hug. He groans in pretend squashedness.

“Thank you.” He whips his head back. “Where's Beth?”

“She went to hide in the kitchen,” Avery whispers. 

“Yeah? Do you want to come and make sure she's okay with me?” 

You're headed to the kitchen for milk anyways. Together, the four of you make your way out of the chaos of the living room and into your kitchen. Beth is a bundle of blue loungewear under the table, her little face pressed to her knees, arms wrapped around them as she sniffs. 

You feel a strange pain, then. It's more obvious to you why Steve started shouting as suddenly as he did, worse when Steve has crawled under the table to ask if she's okay, and her breath catches as she insists, “I'm not weird.” 

“No,” he says softly, “you're not weird.” 

“Because gran'ma–” 

“You're not weird, honey, even if she said you are.” 

“I eat the puffs… th'edges are sharp,” she says sadly.

“I know. I want you to eat them exactly how you want to. I don't care what grandma said, and I've told her she can't ever say it to you again.” You watch Steve from the corner of your vision as you fill a bottle for Dove one handed, patting her back as she whines. He takes both of Beth's hands into one of his, head ducked so as not to hit it on the table. “Beth, you're not weird, babe. And there's nothing wrong with being weird, but you're not weird. It's okay to eat stuff differently. I promise it's okay, just like how I eat crust on pizza first, yeah? That's not weird.” 

“You're not even weird,” Avery says supportively. 

“But–” Bethie frowns, tears in her eyes. “She said I was.” 

“Grandma says lots of things that aren't true. I'm sorry, Beth.” Steve rubs the back of her hand. “Grandma used to say I was greedy, and that I was going to get fat. But I never did, and it wouldn't have mattered if I did, either, because there's nothing wrong with eating well. She makes you feel like being one way is a bad thing, but that's because she… I don't know, she just isn't as nice as she could be.” 

“You're not greedy,” Bethie says. 

“Well, not all the time,” he says. 

“You're not greedy, dad!” Avery says. “You're just a growing boy!” 

He laughs and squints at her. “I'm all done growing, babe, I'm a grown up. I haven't done any growing for, like, eight years.” 

“That's true,” you say, adjusting the bottle in Dove's mouth, leaning against the counter to take her heavy weight better. “You're shrinking.” 

He sends you a look that's practically a kiss. “I thought you liked my hunch back?” 

Bethie laughs at his tone and shuffles out across the floor to hug his knees. He breathes a sigh of relief, dropping his face into the back of her head. “I'm sorry if you didn't like my yelling, Beth. Not nice of me.” 

“But it was for me?” she asks. 

“Sort of, sweetheart. A little bit for me, too.” He covers her back with his arms. She practically disappears. “I'll never let her say mean things about you.”

“Me neither!” Avery says. 

Steve drags her into the cuddle puddle. “That's ‘cus you're the best big sister on the entire planet.” 

“And dad's the best dad,” you butt in. 

“Yeah,” Beth says, smiling as Avery wraps an arm around her waist. “Best dad ever that they made.” 

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[obsessedduh]

AHAHAHJENENDNDN I'M GOING FUCKING FERAL!!! CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE AN INSECURE SIMON, WHO'S INSECURE ABOUT HIS SCARS BUT HE'S WITH AN FEM S/O WHO JUST APPRECIATES HIM FOR WHO HE IS!?

genre: fluff and smut, angst? (i dunno 😭)

cw: insecure simon, scars, and nothing else! implied fem reader!

side note: i'm quite literally doing bcuz i'm on my period. it sucks and i hope i bluetooth it onto one of you guys! 🥰 this is also hella corny. 😔

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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insecure simon ghost riley, who is insecure about his scars. he just can't bare looking at his damaged skin, just keeps bringing back unwelcoming memories of how he got them. it makes him feel uncomfortable and itchy on the inside from just the thought about it, alone.

his least favourite of the day is when he comes back home from deployment, and he takes a shower. he has to come out of the shower and the first thing he sees is his scarred body in the mirror. just makes him feel worse, to see all the damaged parts on his skin, espically the ones on his hips.

it makes him so upset. always manages to ruin his mood. he's never told you, how insecure he is. he can't imagine the look on your face, when you figure out, him, you're husband, hates the way his body looks. he can't bare to imagine the pain in your expression so he just bottled up his emotions, he was used to it anyway.

today was his unlucky day, because you found out just how much he hates his scars. you walked in, ready for bed. you closed the door to your bedroom and turned around. the smile on your face immediately faded when you saw your husband zoned out on your shard bed, staring at the blemishes on his skin with sorrow and digust.

you felt a sting in your chest, and you slowly walked up to him and sat next to him on the bed. he flinched slightly and shot back into reality and his heart broke to see the worried look on your face. you figured out way sooner than he expected, "hey swee'heart. shit, i'm knackered from today, ready for bed?"

he tried to play it off as if wasn't just staring at his body with digust, he just got under the sheets, "si..." he had to swallow up his fear, the fear of facing his wife's questions. "yes, swee'heart?".

"si, you would tell me if you're feeling some type of way, right?"

"yeah, without a doubt..."

you nod and slowly look at him, "si, when i walked into the room, why were you looking at yourself like that?" he couldn't even look at you, he was so nervous. he knew this day was coming, he knew it was gonna be awfully scary, but he didn't know it was going to be this scary like as soon as you asked that question, he felt his stomach drop.

you're voice was more stern this time around, "si, why were you looking at yourself as if you were some kind of monster?!" again, you were met with nothing but silence until you hear a slight sniffle. you felt your heart shatter, was he crying?

simon looked at you, teary eyed. you thought your heart shattered before, well it was definitely shattered now. you wasted no time to pull simon in for a hug and he buried his face into your neck. it was rare for simon to show emotion like this, but boy, you are thankful because otherwise you would've never known about his true feelings. it was silent for a while until you hears simon speak. "swee'heart, why did you marry me?"

"what do you mean, si?"

"i mean why would you marry a man like me? i'm not exactly a sight for sore eyes. what do you even see in me, cuz i'm most definitely sure it ain't for my looks."

you felt as if you have been punched in the gut, "si, don't be so ridiculous-..."

"no, no, no. i'm serious, i mean look at me, my body is covered in scars."

you felt as if you were punched in the gut, yet again, "si... look at me." he did, and his eyes were slightly puffy and his eyelashes were wet and tears stained his cheeks. you softly grab his face with your palm and caresses his cheek with your thumb, wiping some of his tears away.

"do you really believe i care about all that? i married you, for you, all of you, even the faulty parts of you. wann know why? because i love every single part of you."

you could tell how doubtful he was just by the expression on his face,

"i seriously mean it, si. i'm not just saying this to make you feel better."

he avoids your gaze. he wants to believe you, he really does, but it's hard, extremely hard even. he can't help it. from the way he raised, to the way life is in the military, his trust issues have gone overboard. you notice this and sigh, "maybe you need some convincing, si."

that's how it lead to this. you riding his overstimulated dick. he was a groaning, whimpering mess under you while praised his ears off. you leaned down and press kisses along the disfigured skin on his chest as his eyes widened in shock and desire at the feeling of your soft lips pressed against the blemishes of his skin.

just watching you praise his body, not only verbally, but physically too droves him crazy. he's barely focused, the way your warmth feels around his cock has him all pussy whipped. you've definitely made sure he gets how handsome and how much of a good husband he is engraved into his head.

his eyes roll to the back his head. he feels his high approaching a lot quicker than before. you notice that, and you rock your hips back and forth a whole lot faster, causing him to tense up almost immediately.

he couldn't take it anymore, he came for the fifth time that night. his milky orgasm now buried inside your cunt and not too long after, you were cumming around his length too.

you slipped yourself off of him and laid on the bed next to him. the two of you are panting messes at his point and he looks at you with awe in his eyes.

"thanks..."

"hm,? for what, si?"

"for accepting me for who i am."

"no problem, si..." you say with a soft smile on your face...

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ps side note: i feel like i did too much, and this feels like the worst post i've ever done. it feels too corny, and the smut bit seems so rushed. this is such a shit post 😭😭

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[harryxmarvel]

Shatter my soul

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

A/n: this piece turned so much better than I hoped for.

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When they decided to take time for themselves harry and y/n were in a rough spot with not only their 11 years long relationship but their entire life.

After being falsely accused and getting fired from her dream job, gave up any and all hope y/n had as she came home to her love only to find him passed out in the middle of the living room.

His cocaine addiction was getting out of hand so much that he almost died of overdose saved by y/n who decided to come home early for some reason.He swore to never touch that stuff again but there he was high off his mind as he mumbles incoherently lying on the floor a week later.

The next day after getting him sober y/n decided it was best for them to take a break to figure out themselves and their life as she can't stand by him hurting himself like that. Harry had his issues, stress eating him alive at every wake hour ,he decides it was better if he wasn't in his own mind. The cocaine he could easily get his hands on was just a massive perk for him.

It had been a month and half. Y/n got a job at a restaurant and works as a bartender at night. She moved back to her old appartment after their break up and had been doing well on her own. She missed harry a lot even though their good days were well past months she still loved him, still wanted to help him and show him that she was there for him no matter what. She just wished he was doing better too. After their first week of breakup harry had called her high as he mumbled how much he missed her and promised to be better she just hopes he kept his promise.

It was a month later when y/n was at her favourite arcade bar with her friends. The place was a little loud with drunk men drinking beers and shouting at the screens.

They were seated in a booth after a good round of beers and  fun. She was mindlessly talking with her friend klara when the bartender calls her name.

Y/n walks to the bar and the bartender points to the payphone at the corner of the room.

They still got payphones

Y/n thinks to herself as she brings the phone to her ears. The first thing she hears is a sob which sends her into alert. "Hello?" She questions and the person on the other line replies "Baby, it's me.." he sobs out making y/n quiet as he continues "I'm getting sober. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd do anything for you baby. Just want you back, want to love on you like you deserve" he says breathing hard as y/n finds her words.

"I'm so happy to hear that H. That's what I wanted for you." Y/n says a smile breaking on her face as she tries to calm him down but he doesn't he keeps crying which makes y/n a little scared because it would've been really hard for him to be doing this alone.

Y/n should've struck by him, isn't that what their relationship should have meant. She feels incredibly guilty for walking away when things got worse but she did it wishing for the best and maybe it kinda did work out in the end and now all she wanted was to be with him and show him how much she appreciates him doing this for her.

"I'm gonna be there okay? I'm so proud of you baby" y/n says ready to hang up the phone but harry breaths out before she could "No, no i....you can't....I want you to but" y/n cuts him off in worry "what's going on H?"

"I wrote you a letter"he says and the other end is quiet as he continues.

"I wrote it so I could get everything out. I think?" He sounded so unsure his voice raspier than usual. " It should be in your apartment" he adds and y/n says she would read it and come by his place before hanging up the phone.

She bids goodbye to her friends after explaining them about the situation and then waving her off with a concerned look on their face as y/n walks back to her apartment. She goes through all her mail and finds the one harry had sent. Her name and address on the envelope.

She opens it and it had two sheets folded inside it. She didn't know what to expect as she reads through it.

My love,

             Today has been particularly hard without you by my side. My manager has been pressing me for the next album but how could I think about anything but you. It had been 8 weeks since I last heard your voice and I never knew how much it filled my life untill I couldn't hear it anymore and I think maybe that's what made me want to give up the drugs even if it feels like I'm drowning. I'd do it for you.

I still remember the tears in your eyes when you told me about you ex and how mad it made me. I wanted to bury him alive for hurting you like that. I never wanted to infect any kind of pain in you. I swore I never would when I saw the lack of trust in your eyes.

It killed me to see the smile on your face slowly fading away because of me. I wanted to hold you close and tell you I'd be back. We'll get all of the good times we had together back because that was what you deserved. But I couldn't save myself not for me but for you because you are everything i have left. The only person who stood by me through it all and maybe that's what made me realise I was nothing without when you left.

I was always honest with you even when I was out of my mind i tried to explain what I was feeling. I know you blamed yourself that you couldn't help me but this was my own battle and you were the warrior in the front ready to kill anyone even though you didn't have to. You were always there for me and I'm really sorry if I wasn't baby. Because

 You deserve better than that.

You deserve someone who would be there for you.

You deserve someone who would stay true to their promises.

You deserve someone who would stay good for you.

You deserve better than me.

You deserve every happiness in this world.

She is at the end of the page her soul shattered with each word when a knock on the door pulls her out. She has a few tears falling down her cheeks. She wips them off before opening the door to find her close friend klara.

"Hey , what ar-" y/n is cut off as klara bursts "I need to tell you something"

"Oh okay, come on in" y/n opens the door wider to let her in but klara shakes her head as she continues "No, I just need to tell you this....i" she's breathless and y/n patiently waits for her to continue.

"I slept with harry" she says after a few deafening seconds which stretches to minutes after the words are out.

"It was stupid and I was drunk and it just happened. We were both out of our minds and we didn't know what was happening. I'm really sorry y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry"

Y/n is still as she listens to her ramble. All of y/n's friends hated harry something about him not treating her right while he was the total opposite.  She never knew why that was but to hear her bestfriend had slept with her boyfriend of years cut deep into her poor heart and the stabs just kept coming.

"It happened a few months ago and I couldn't stop myself from going back. I didn't mean for it to happen y/n you have to believe me" klara begs her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how much of a fool she was for thinking all those nail marks on his shoulder, love bites on his jaw and chest were from her when she knew it wasn't. The woman's perfumes he used to smell like made her realise it wasn't just Klara. And one thought kept haunting her mind as she stands on her doorway.

Had she really been that delusional ?

A/n: I think I just broke my own heart 😭. Who wants a part 2?

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[romanticatheartt]

Do you remember how I said I won't be watching s3? Yes, I'm a lying liar through and through lol my sister said let's watch it and I love watching movies or TV shows with her, and tbh we had a good laugh😭💀

Okay so here are my thoughts:

First of all: KATE AND ANTHONY. Omg they're everything to me!! They were only in one episode but they made that episode theirs. I just love seeing them blissfully happy and living in their own bubble. I'm both sad and glad they were only in one episode. Because I wouldn't put it past the writers to give them some unnecessary drama and conflict. At the same time their screen time was so little... I suppose we can't have it all :')

Francesca. Omg I love her so much. I already loved her from the books but the show? God, she's so cute and beautiful. Hannah played her to perfection and I'm glad she's the new Francesca. Even when you read the books, that's how you imagine Fran's character. Both she and Kate have a special place in my heart.

John... my god John is here. And I'm already too attached to him. I can't- Listen, I know my heart will break when his time comes. The actor was such a good choice for his character and I was on the verge of crying whenever he appeared with Fran. She was always so happy to see him. I never thought two characters/actors could have this much chemistry while sitting in silence. GOD I LOVE THEM and I'm ready for heartbreak :D We still have no Michael but I'll keep hoping for him to appear because my god... Francesca's book is filled with angst I just hope when it's her turn, they do it justice<3

I actually enjoyed Eloise and Cressida. I never thought I'd say this but I did!! I know they made 180 changes about her character in the new season but I don't really care lol I just hope she works it out with Debling so at least she'll be free from her parents.

People keep saying they don't like Eloise this season but she's so much better than me. I would've been so much worse... The first thing I would've done was give Pen's name to the queen but she kept it this whole time and was actually worried about Pen... she was kind enough to a person who ruined her and her family, not once but twice.

There are too many side plots in this season. Like I don't want to be pathetic but we've been saying that since s2 and y'all called us delusional and said to be grateful because it was more than enough. But now that I see even Polin fans have a problem with this season makes me so happy and sad at the same time. Because when this happened to your favs, it's a real issue...

I love LD and QC friendship so much!! And QC & Brimsly. These friendships were more shaped since QC spin-off and I really enjoyed it.

It's obvious to me that they don't know what to do with Ben's plot lol. Because creating these unnecessary original characters is doing a disadvantage to the whole show. I really hope we see Sophie this season. 

Okay I've avoided the inevitable as much as I could lol so let's talk about the main couple:

They have no chemistry. I know some might not agree with me but there's no chemistry for me. It has always been like this since s1. At least I don't feel anything special between them. Nicola is a wonderful actor and is carrying the whole ship on her shoulders and I said what I said. 

Luke wasn't good at portraying Colin at all. He has no charisma and is trying too hard. I'm not talking about his character wanting to be something he's not but talking about the acting in general, so don't come for me with that argument. They really tried to make him like Anthony but failed miserably. Which is sad because even tho I haven't read their book, he in other books was absolutely my favorite side character. Me and my sister were laughing our asses off at some of his actings like sir... pls don't😭 I'm being super mean omg

The pacing of their relationship was weird. When he proposed to her I was so shocked like in episode 4? Already? Then I remembered in s1 we had the same situation but in s1 it felt right. It wasn't weird or felt too soon or too late, it was right. With Polin, everything felt out of order. I think they didn't want to focus much on building it up because they felt they already did in the past 2 seasons but it just felt off in the end. They weren't even together much on screen to feel like it's building up!! There was no arc or if it was, it was too subtle that if you blink you'll miss it.

The other problem with their plot was the similarity between s1 and s3. Simon was trying to help Daphne to find a husband and Colin is doing the same thing. Except s1 main trope was Fake Dating and s3 was Friends to Lover.

Which brings me to another reason why I didn't like s3. Friends to Lovers trope. Honestly, this is a me problem. I've never liked this trope at all. I really tried to change my mind about it, like reading books with this trope but most of the time I'm left unsatisfied or hating the book. Unfortunately, s3 was no different. This trope always comes off as unpassionate for me. Which I think it's the trope. Because it's supposed to be cute and subtle and I'm not sure it's really my thing. So I guess the major reason for my dislike of this season is the trope.

There were 2 fkn scenes of Colin participating in a threesome... That was so fkn bad like I can't believe this just happened. And one of them was after he kissed Penelope... I don't care that he didn't continue but... OUGH it gave the ick so bad, I didn't even watch it,  just fast-forwarded it.

That carriage scene was okay-ish? It didn't leave me breathless like the Kanthony scenes did. Tbh s2 left me in a shamble with how much emotions I felt with those two. But with s3, I had the exact opposite feeling toward the main couple.

Anyway, I think this season, revealing LW's identity was their priority which is why they weren't so focused on the romance (?) idk but I feel like part 2 won't be any different than part 1 and they're gonna throw some sex scenes to make it up for the romance lol

ps: I know I said s4 will be Benedict's and I still think it will be but if they decide to make it Francesca's? Oh, I wouldn't mind at all!! 

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[cosmal]

hello!! can i request #5 from the scenario list with a sirius pls?? thank u lovely 💜💜💜

a secret

∗ o5﹕ sender comforts the receiver in the aftermath of a  nightmare.

content — sirius black x fem!reader

Sirius gets home later than he wanted to and doesn't expect the warm light that spills under the bottom of your bedroom door. He shucks off his shoes at your front door and makes sure it's locked before he heads to your room.

The door creaks open and he just catches you flinching where you're sat on the other side of the room. You sit at your window bench with your legs pulled up to your chin and the cold breeze blows over you where it tracks in through the open window.

"Darling," he says softly as if he'll disrupt the quiet blanketing the room. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

You turn your head to rest your cheek on your arm and the glow from your hanging star-shaped lights washes over your neck and shoulders. Sirius thinks about how cold you have to be in just a pair of sleep shorts and the vest that's riding up your back.

You sniffle, rubbing your cheek against your arm. "You're home," you sigh. Sirius's heart feels heavy in his chest for a moment. You sound small.

"You okay?" he asks, padding softly across your rug to where you're sat. He places his hand on your cheek and startles to find it damp. "Honey..." he coos.

You close your eyes under his heavy hand and wrinkle your face up to hold back your tears. You're like ice under his touch. He leans forward to close your window and sits down at your feet.

"Did something happen?" he asks, trying to keep the panic hidden from his voice. If he freaks he'll definitely only make things worse. He stays calm for your sake only, because he really is worried.

"I had a bad dream," you say quietly, your voice thick with bubbling upset. "And then I woke up and you weren't here and I- I didn't know what to do."

"Oh, darling." He sounds just as soft as you do, though for a completely different reason.

He opens his arms to encourage you into them. You get up on your knees and shuffle over to him until you've got your shoulder tucked under his arm and your face pressed into his dress shirt. You've got your bent knees over his lap where he holds you closer with his hand spread over your leg right under your shorts.

He presses a kiss into the top of your head for good measure, it's more selfish than anything. He hasn't kissed you in hours and now he's home, you've been all upset without him. He feels apologetic more than anything.

"I'm sorry I was out for so long," he says into your hair.

"Don't be," you mumble. He can hardly hear you but he's not expecting anything more right now. "Don't be sorry, it's okay. It's over now."

"How long have you been up for?"

You shiver and SIrius tugs you closer. He'd get you in his lap if he thought you'd want it. "Not too long." He doesn't know if he believes you because you'd definitely lie just to keep him happy. He also doesn't want to talk about it right now if you don't want to.

"You should've called me, sweetheart, I would've come home," he says honestly. Because he would've. The boys would've understood, and even if by some hypothetical chance they didn't, he wouldn't have cared.

"I wasn't gonna ruin your night," you sniffle and push yourself closer like you're not in his space enough. Your hip digs into his and his arm has gone numb where it's pinned between the seat and your back but he doesn't care.

"James was pissing me off anyways," Sirius snorts. "He was pissed. Frank had him doing shots all night."

"Oh no," you sigh into his side. There's the barest smile on your lips which brings Sirius some comfort. "Poor Lily."

"Poor Lily," he agrees quietly. "I dropped him home. He broke one of her pot plants, she's not happy."

Then, he hears it. It's not loud, or overly exciting but it still lights Sirius's chest on fire. You giggle and try to smother it in the skin behind his chest. Covering your face, trying to hide the fact that you're laughing at your best friend's expense.

He looks down and feels your warming face under his hand. Your smile is killer and melts his heart like candy floss.

"You smell like brandy. Were you at The Swan?" you ask, sitting back so he can see your face.

He traces his thumb over the bow of your top lip and chuckles. "How did you know?"

You smile, kissing the pad of his thumb. His hand skips over your skin as you do so. "You and Remus always drink brandy there."

"True," he smiles. "God, can't hide anything from you, huh?"

"What would you be hiding, Black?" He thinks you almost bite him but decide against it.

He leans down like he's about to kiss you. His breath fanning over your lips. You close your eyes. "Can't tell you. It's a secret."

He kisses you before you can pretend to be offended.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x female reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black imagine #sirius black fan fic #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black drabble #sirius black blurb #marauder #marauders #the marauders #the marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #marauder x reader #sirius black fluff

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

Hi! I crave Eddie angst so bad but I suck ass at writing, so here’s an idea, reader has verbally abusive parents who are nice to everyone so Eddie doesn’t notice and reader is ashamed to say anything because they feel like Eddie has it worse so it doesn’t matter (totally not projecting at all/sar) Anyway one day Eddie yells at them for something stupid and they just like shut down because that’s their trauma response and he freaks out cause they aren’t responding to anything. I need to read something gut wrenchingly devastating right now. Love your writing <3!

i feel this one too babe, love you the most <3

they're so nice / eddie munson

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one shot

cw: verbal abuse, genderneutral!reader, cursing, fighting, disassociation, ends with comfort

after a long time of dealing with your parents alone, you finally let your boyfriend in on what really goes on at home.

an: please be kind, some of this is pulled directly from personal experience. just because things seem unrealistic or too much for you, doesn't mean no one deals with things like this. if you are someone who has to put up with this terrible behavior, just know that i love you and you're nothing like what they try to tell you you are.

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"I cannot believe this," your mother yells, throwing the report card down on the table. you flinch, knowing she wasn't going to lay a hand on you but each words hit like an axe.

your lip quivers as you open your mouth to respond. "i tried my best-" you were cut off.

"obviously not. a b, y/n, a b?! are you trying to embarrass us?" she scoffed, hands landing on her hips.

you sniffled. "the class was really hard and-" you tried again.

your mom was livid. "i bet chrissy and jason and nancy all got a's, didn't they?" she retorted.

"i-i don't know," you stuttered. she rolled her eyes, picking up the report card again as if it would've somehow changed.

you wiped your eyes. "jesus, y/n, i raised you to be better than this," she groans, taking a breath. "stop crying, you did this to yourself," she says once she notices the tears streaming down your face.

~

your dad scans your outfit as you stand by the door. "you need to go change," he mumbles finally and your eyebrows screw together.

you look down to your outfit, trying to see what was wrong with it. "why?" you ask and his face floods red.

"did you just question me?" he asks and you pale.

"i-i,"

he stands up from his chair. "i am so tired of you disrespecting me and your mother. it's ridiculous how incompetent you've become within the past year. i said change, so change," he yells, pointing up the stairs.

you stand there, trembling as you watch him. he scoffs, turning to his wife. "i told you, hun, our child is going down hill constantly. you wouldn't even know we raised them," he says.

~

"i can't believe you embarrassed us like that," your mother sneers from the front seat as soon as you pull out from the parking lot.

you just looked down to your nails, picking at them. responding would only do more harm than not. "that was downright terrible, y/n, i didn't pay hundreds of dollars for singing lessons for you to get third place," your dad snaps.

your eyes begin watering as you continue looking at your lap. "you are not my child," your mom snips, looking at you through the rearview mirror. the tears spill from your waterline at her words, heart tearing in two.

~

"thank you so much for having me, dinner was delicious," eddie smiles, shaking the hands of your parents. you smile from his side, glad this went well.

your mom gives him a big smile. "thank you, darling, you're welcome anytime," she says as he wraps his arm around your waist.

your dad gives him a nod of approval. "great to meet you, son," he says. your parents walk inside and eddie turns to you.

he raises his brows and places a kiss on your lips. "i don't know why i was so worried, your parents are so nice," he breathes a sigh of relief.

you force a fake smile on your face and nod. "yeah, they are," you whisper. eddie looks at the door, making sure they're no longer in view and pulls you in for a kiss.

this one lasts longer, more passion being poured into it. eddie finally pulls away and rests your heads together. "i'll see you tomorrow?" he questions, causing you to nod.

you head back in with a smile on your face, closing the door and walking to the living room. "eddie is such a sweet boy," your mom observes and you nod, happy they actually liked him.

"he's way too good for you," your dad comments and your smile falters. "and could you have dressed up any nicer, at all? i don't see how he'd want to be your boyfriend when you dress like that all the time," he points out, gesturing to your clothes.

"you could put in a bit more effort, y/n. someone like him has to have people all over him constantly, if you don't try harder, i wouldn't be surprised if he left you," your mom adds, sipping her glass of wine.

you blink as tears fill your eyes. "he-he loves me," you whisper. your parents look at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

~

your father slams the door behind him as you make a bee line for your room. "don't you walk away from me!" he yells, grabbing your mom's attention. he'd just been called to pick you up from school for being in a fight, you were suspended for two days. he grabbed you harshly by your shoulder, whipping you around. "what the hell is wrong with you, huh?" he asks and you just close your eyes. go to your happy place, go to your happy place.

"what happened?" your mother asked, crossing her arms.

your dad explained, yelling and jabbing you in the chest for emphasis. "do you have anything to say for yourself?" he yells in your face, spit flying. i did it for eddie, you say to yourself. people were making fun of eddie.

"how could you do something like this? be so stupid? you know what people will think of us because of you, right?" your mom yelled, coming over to join the yelling. when you don't respond she just glares. "i regret every second i wasted on trying to raise you," she grumbled. your heart was in pieces, but you were only half there.

your dad was fuming so bad he could have steam coming from his ears. "now you can't even talk? i can't believe you anymore. you know you were a mistake right? you are the worst mistake i've ever made, you know that? your mom and i could've had such a better life if you weren't here! you ruined it, you ruined it!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

your mom grabs him, feeling his pulse. "his heart is racing, you know how bad his blood pressure gets. you're going to give him a goddamn stroke and kill him. go to your room, i don't even want to see you," your mom hisses, pulling your dad away from you.

~

you and eddie had gotten in a fight. it was over something completely stupid, and you don't know how it even got this bad. but when he raised his voice causing your heart to drop, you shut yourself down like you've trained yourself so well to do.

"you want to make me the bad guy? fine. go ahead, y/n, go right the fuck ahead," he yells, spit flying from his mouth and making you flinch as he puts his finger to your chest. he doesn't jab, doesn't hurt you and pulls it away immediately to turn around and run his hands over his face. a chill runs down your spin at his tone, and something tells you he's not done. your eyes un-focus, everything going blurry as you seclude yourself to inside of your head. nothing can hurt you in here.

he turns to you, seeing you just standing there with tears in your eyes. "what? no response? you just gonna go quiet? well, i don't care. i don't fucking care!" he screams in your face but you don't even flinch. he lets out an unamused chuckle, rolling his eyes as you don't move.

he crosses his arms, watching you expectantly. "i'm waiting," he says, raising his brows at you. you slowly blink, but say nothing. he squints, looking into your eyes. he then realized they weren't even focused on his, they really didn't look focused on anything. he took a step towards you, following your eyes but you were just looking towards the blank space on his wall. "baby? hey, hey, look at me, please," he says, panic settling in his chest.

your focus doesn't change and you don't even acknowledge that he's next to you. "baby," he says, making himself eye level with you. he grabs onto your shoulders and shakes you slightly but still nothing. he feels his breath catch in his throat as panic spreads through his veins. what did he do to you? "hey, baby, come back to me," he says, shaking your particularly hard. "you're scaring me," he says, as he watches tears fall freely from your eyes but you are still unresponsive.

eddie moves his hands to your cheeks and begins stroking the tears away. "sweetheart, please, i-i don't know what's going on," he says, searching your eyes for answers. what the fuck did he do? he lightly taps your cheeks, trying to bring you back to him. "snap out of it," he grumbles in frustration, his own tears starting to build up.

"y/n, sweetheart, please," he begs, holding his forehead to yours. you hear his voice distantly calling to you from inside your head. "i don't know what to do," he says, a tear falling from his eye. you follow the sound of his voice and then you're blinking a couple times. eddie lets out a breath when he sees you finally look into his eyes.

you take a step back once you realize he's in front of you and wrap your arms around yourself, scared he was going to start yelling again. "s-sorry," you muttered, looking around in order to ground yourself again.

eddie looks at you, face full of concern. he walks up to you again and wraps his arms your waist. you go rigid and he pulls back slightly, more worry flooding his face. "what was that?" he asks softly.

your mind registers his tone and you immediately begin to relax into his touch. "what was what?" you mumbled, letting him rest his forehead to yours again.

"sweetheart, you just left me for a minute there," he says, trying to seek an answer from your widened eyes.

you blink, trying to come up with an answer. "you yelled at me," you whisper weakly and avoid his gaze.

eddie's heart stings at your words. "i-i know, baby. i'm really sorry and we'll talk more about that later but... that doesn't explain why you completely zoned out just then," he says, brining one hand up to push up your chin.

you close your eyes, beginning to shake slightly. eddie loved your parents. everyone did. if you told him, would he even believe you? "hey, hey, take a deep breath, y/n. please, calm down, it's okay, i've got you," he says, speaking quickly when he feels you trembling.

you remove your forehead from touching his and instead bury yourself into his neck. he holds you tightly, resting his chin on your head as he rubs your back. you take a few moments to gather yourself before responding. "it-it always happens when people raise their voice at me," you say into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

eddie furrows his brows. who yelled at you so much that it forced you to start shutting down like that. he knew it wasn't him... you guys barely fought and it never resulted in him yelling like he had tonight. "who yells at you, baby?" he asks, bringing up a hand to pull you from his neck. you shake your head as you meet his eyes. "baby, you can tell me. i promise whoever it is, i'll beat their ass," he says, being completely serious but masking it with lightheartedness to make you more comfortable.

a small whimper leaves your lips. "you won't believe me," you cry and eddie frowns.

"sweetheart, yes i will," he says, bringing his hand forward to rest on the side of your face and wipe away some tears. you shake your head again and more tears spill from your eyes. "baby, tell me," he begs.

you sniffle and look away from him. "my parents," you whisper, closing your eyes as the aftershocks of you admitting it for the first time roll through you.

eddie freezes his movements and examines you. "your parents?" he asks, wanting to know how he never noticed. you nod, reaching up to wipe your nose. "they act so nice i-" he starts and you let out a sob. you knew he wouldn't believe you. eddie pulls you to him again. "baby, no, i believe you, i promise i do," he says, rocking you side to side.

"you do?" you ask insecurely and it breaks eddie's heart.

his hand holds the back of your head as he continues rocking you. "of course, i believe you. it's just a little hard to digest right now but i know you'd never say that unless it was true," he says.

you grip the back of his shirt tightly as you continue crying. "why didn't you tell me sooner?" eddie asks quietly.

"i didn't think you'd believe me, and i didn't want to worry you. you-you have enough going on," you admit and eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head.

you close your eyes, so glad to finally put it out there. "baby, i always want to know if there's something going on with you. i tell you everything and i want you to tell me everything too. i believe you and i'm going to be honest, i'm really really upset right now. fuck, i don't even know what they've said but i don't want you going back there," he says, tightening his grip on you.

you nuzzle into him but shake your head. "i have to go home," you whisper.

"not if i can help it," he says, causing you to let a small smile spread across your lips. finally, someone knew.

#stranger things eddie #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things angst #angst #angst with comfort #verbal abuse

[akutasoda]

Hello!!! Can i request where reader (us) gets injured very badly from protecting them ^^ especially Chuuya pleasee you can also add other characters♡ Feel free to ignoreee~☆

im glad you were strong

synopsis - they'd be dammned if anything happened to you, especially right in fron of them for their sake

includes - chuuya, oda, natsume

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, angst to comfort, mentions of injury, wc - 903

chuuya nakahara ★↷

if there was one thing that you and chuuya had in common was stubbornness. noticeably he was more stubborn than you but you had your own ways of behaving in such a way. this trait paired with your love for eachother often meant it could have dire consequences that started as sweet intentions.

and that was what had occurred. a mission with your beloved, nothing seemed to be able to go wrong but there always was exceptions. something had caught you off guard and still left chuuya blindly unaware. and that something was a quick flash of what seemed to be one of the opposition's ability users.

it didn't really matter to you which one because before you knew it you had jumped in the way. red flashed in his vision as he turned around just in time to witness you get injured and all of a sudden it was like one of his worst fears come true. the enemy was crushed under the weight of gravity in a mere matter of seconds that was only intensified by his anger and panic.

simultaneously, he grabbed your body and brought it to his chest as he sat you down properly to assess the damage. it was a rather large gash that ran from your shoulder and across to your wrist. he wanted to scold you, he really did as if it were any worse you most likely would've died on the spot. but you were still here and if anything he needed to get you medical attention.

he always wanted to protect you. he wouldn't know what he would do should you leave, but he knew you'd do the same. which was what you did. and no matter how much he scolded you you could only sheepishly laugh and tell him it was worth it to keep him safe.

sakunosuke oda ★↷

he was always extremely cautious about the line of work he occupied. especially when it came to involving you. the last thing he'd ever want was for you to receive his backlash for his mafia duties and it put you in danger.

but he knew how strongly you could feel about things and protecting him was one of those things. you were both well aware that either of you would go to the ends of the earth to protect each other. and you both would stick to that.

so when you offered to meet him after he finished for the day, seeing as he got let off earlier, you didn't think much of it. you greeted him with a smile and he did the same but immediately he could tell something was going to happen. his ability activated and his mond was filled with the gruesome image of you dying before his eyes.

so before anything happened he took you in his arms and to safety of the dingy little alley between the shops. he knew as long as he could see what happened next nothing could touch you. and so he was able to successfully loose the unknown assailant and then decided to just go home with you.

but even back in the safety of your shared home, those images stuck with him. what would he do with himself if he lost you? the image of you dying before his eyes taunted him constantly, playing at the back of his mind. and as he drew you ever closer at night, all he could think about was keeping you safe. even if he had to risk his life to do so.

natsume soseki ★↷

it was rather a safe assumption to say that not many knew of his existence - or rather the ones that did, normally didn't have the friendliest intentions. it always did concern you a little but you knew he was capable and so were you! and the fact he was under witness protection for a reason you didn't know yourself.

but recently he had really worried you by arriving home later than he planned. he informed you that something occurred at the play he had set out to watch but it had been sorted and there was no worries. you hated when he did this. but you both knew by this point what that met and so you simply told him to keep safe.

but it seemed the group that was out for him this time were a bit more persistent than usual. he had left earlier the next morning and around lunch you informed him you were heading out for a shop and he offered to join you. by no surprise, he asked you to meet just neaf the bar he frequented for some reason.

you smiled upon seeing that same calico fur approach you. but something was wrong, call it intuition or call it spotting the shady figure standing not too far away. and as that figure broke into a sprint, so did you. and rightfully you sent them running but not after they landed a few hits on you. once the coast was clear, natsume shifted back and immediately took his place beside you.

you smiled at him, saying it was nothing really. but he wouldn't exactly call multiple deep slashes 'nothing'. he knew you'd do anything to protect him and he would do the same to you. doesn't mean he wont scold you when you go out of your way to protect him.

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[fairysluna]

NOT THE BEST IDEA — Modern!AU | Final Part.

MASTERLIST | A little playlist that helped me to write this fic.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Cregan Stark.

Summary: While the guilt is eating you alive, Cregan seemed to grow worried about your sudden distance, and he suspects of what really happened in the Lake House. A big decision is to be made now that Aemond seems eager to gain you back.

Tags/TW: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, aemond being a menace, wounds, violence, mentions of murder, miscommunication, toxic behaviour, veeery brief smut at the end. If something is missing pls let me know!!

Author's Note: i never expected this story to be more than one part long, but here i am posting the fifth part bc you loved it so much!! thank you for reading this story and for showing your support, this is dedicated to every single one of you!!🤍

Word Count: 5.3k

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This must be a punishment from the Gods.

You were laying in your bed, feeling as if the whole weight of the world was on top of your weakened body. Turns out that the kiss Aemond stole from you not only left you feeling terrible, but it also caused you to get the flu. 

Your throat was sore, and all beverages turned into torture to consume. Helaena has been kind to you, as she usually is, bringing you soups and herbs infusion that should be helpful to improve your sickly state. Cregan had gone to visit you too, taking chocolates, extra soft tissues and fast food. However, you would feel extremely guilty everytime he would arrive with his enormous smile by your side; after what had happened with Aemond, you no longer felt worthy of Cregan’s love.

He wasn't oblivious to your obvious and sudden change of attitude towards him. He knew that something was going on with you, but he couldn't find an answer to his questions, for you were refusing to speak with the pathetic excuse of having a sore throat. Though Cregan knew it was just a false justification, he didn't pressure you to tell him anything; he was hoping you would talk to him once you were ready to do so. 

But he couldn't help thinking that it was something that he did. 

And you were scared. Scared to face the truth and the consequences of them. Losing Cregan was, right now, your biggest fear; the fact that he could find out the truth and dump you for it was terrifying. You cannot allow it to happen, so you just find a solution by remaining quiet, without being conscious of the negative effect that it would have on Cregan. 

Helaena would be the wise one, telling you that even if you were scared, it was the right thing to do. And still, you couldn't find the courage to do it. 

"Aemond would make sure he knows," Helaena had told you, "and that will be so much worse because he will make it seem like you wanted it too."

"I should've left that bloody house as soon as I saw him there," you whined, trying to hold back tears as your beloved friend caressed your hair, "none of this would've happened if I had listened to Cregan."

"But it did," she told you, using that soft voice of hers that would always manage to calm you down, "it happened, y/n, and now you need to be honest with him… and with yourself." 

"I am being honest with myself," you cried, "I don't love your brother, not anymore. Not when he is constantly making me feel like shit."

"Cregan needs to know this. He wouldn't get mad at you, he knows about Aemond, he had known him since high school!" 

"But-" 

"He's a good man. A genuinely good man," Helaena interrupted you, now standing up and grabbing the empty bowl of soup from your hands, "We both know that he's not Aemond. He will listen before he does something irrational."

Helaena left the room, and you curled up your body hugging a pillow as you felt the distress running up and down your weak body. You close your eyes for a moment, but the feeling of the tears falling down your cheeks made you roll your eyes with frustration, because even two years after your break up with Aemond he was still able to do this; to wreck you and leave you helpless, with your mind as a mess and your heart filled with sorrow. 

You never thought you could hate someone in the way you hate Aemond right now. 

When a very well known song sounded and echoed in the room, you knew it was Cregan calling you from work. You thought, for an instant, about letting the song play until he would get tired of waiting for you to pick up, but again, he didn't deserve it. 

He didn't deserve any of this. 

"Hi?" you said softly, trying not to sound as if you were just crying. 

"Hey, love," he replied, and you swore you were able to hear the smile in his words, "How are you doing? Did you have a good night?"

You sighed, remaining quiet for a few minutes before actually saying something. 

"Y-yeah… I've been doing well. Hel just cooked me soup for lunch," you mumbled. 

"Oh, that's good," he cheered, "well, I hope you hadn't eaten too much because I just got out of work and I'm on my way to Wendy's. Do you want something special or just the same thing?" 

"The same thing, I guess," you spoke half-heartedly, feeling the knot in your throat growing with each word.

There was silence in the other line, but you were still able to hear the soft music playing in the background so you guessed he was driving his car. Then, a sigh was heard, a heavy and tired sigh that made you close your eyes as the guilt returned to you. You knew exactly what it meant. 

"Baby, can we talk once I get home?" He asked softly, patience showing in his voice. 

You bit your lip and considered the answer to that; you really didn't want to talk, you weren't ready to do it, and yet, you agreed. 

"Sure," you said in a choked sob, wiping the rebel tears with your free hand. 

"Great, so… I'll see you later," there was a dubious pause in the middle of his words, as if he was debating whether to say something else or not. Eventually, he said, "I love you, y/n."

Your breath was caught in your throat as a cry threatened to escape you. A little voice in your head was constantly reminding you that you didn't deserve him, that he was too good for you, that you were unworthy of his love… and you started to believe it. 

"See you later," you answered, your voice coming out shaky and breathy, so soft and low that Cregan was barely able to hear you. 

And then, you just hang up. 

On the other side of the line, Cregan’s eyes remained fixed in the screen of his phone as he was seeing the screen saver; a picture of you. His brow was furrowed as his heart ached a little, a bit hurted by the sudden distance you were installing between you both. He was growing desperate to know what was going on, though he was certain that Aemond was the one to blame; there was no other explanation. 

The sound of the horns from the cars behind him were enough to wake him up from his trance, and he shook his head and started to drive. An anguish feeling growing inside his chest was barely letting him breathe, and the fear of losing you was starting to succumb him.

He bought the food, ordering your favorite meal and taking it to his car to then drive towards your home. His hands were shaking with expectation and nervousness, not being sure of what to say once he started this so-needed conversation. He tried to remain calm, playing some of his favorite tunes on the radio, but it would do little to help. 

Once he parked his car, entered the main area and went into the lift, he bit his nails, seeing how the numbers would change in the tiny screen until it reached the number 7. The doors opened and he walked out, reaching the door that had a '7B' hanging from it, and knocked on the wood as he took a deep breath. A few minutes later, Helaena appeared in his sight, receiving him with the same kind smile as always. 

"Hi, Hel," he spoke softly as she took a step aside to let him in. 

"Hi, Creg," she said, before rushing her way back to the kitchen, where she was baking something that smelled too delicious. "She's been sleeping this whole time, she's getting better tho, the fever is gone."

"Good," he said a bit relieved, closing the door behind his back, "I brought some burgers, but I know you don't eat meat so I brought you some fries and an oreo smoothie."

"Thank you!" Heleana raised her voice for him to hear as he left the bag with food on the dining table. "I'm baking a lemon pie, so if you stay for supper you'll get a piece!" 

"Now I will," he smiled before walking towards the kitchen, grabbing two plates to place the burgers and fries. He was about to pick them when he stopped for a moment and saw Hel cracking some eggs, he couldn't help but to ask, "what's been going on with her lately? Do you know something?" 

He saw the way she tensed, he perceived the nervousness and how her hands slightly trembled. She swallowed hard, almost gulping out of nervousness, but she just ended up shaking her head, playing dumb. 

"I don't know," she lied, shrugging, "but I don't think it's something that you should ask me."

"Yeah," he sighed, "you're right."

Helaena pressed her lips in a thin line as she saw him go to your room. She didn't pay any more attention to it, turning around to keep doing what she was doing, though, for some reason, she was left behind with some weird sensation installed in her chest. 

Cregan opened the door of your room and saw your body covered in blankets, all curled up and hugging a pillow. He smiled softly, thinking that even now you were looking absolutely gorgeous. He looked at you for a while, observing your beauty as you slept. His attention, however, quickly went to the phone laying on the floor, so he left the plates on the nightstand and then he picked it up. 

There were no notifications in it, and Cregan was not the kind of person who would lurk inside someone else's phone even when he was dying to know what you were hiding from him, so he just left it on your desk before he started to softly move your shoulders to wake you up. 

You slowly opened your eyes, Cregan immediately noticed how swollen and red they were. There was no doubt that you were crying, and it killed him to think that you were not allowing him to help you. 

"Hey," he cooed as he started to caress your hair. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you slowly lifted your head to look at him. Your lips were dried and chapped, and you felt the need to drink water. Cregan noticed it, and he immediately grabbed the bottle of water to pour some of it into a glass and give it to you. You drank it all in less than four sips. 

"I brought the food," he informed, taking one of the plates and leaving it in the bed as you sat up. "Hopefully it is still warm."

"Thank you," you weakly said, taking a few fries and putting them inside your hungry mouth. "How was work?" 

"Boring as usual," he shrugged, "I couldn’t wait to see you. You look better."

"I feel better," you lied. 

"Do you?"

"Yes, Helaena prepared me a soup and-" 

"I think we need to talk," he interrupted you. You nervously ate a bunch of fries as you looked at the food in front of you, trying to avoid the eye contact that you knew would be the death of you. 

"Okay…" you subtly nodded, "what is it?" 

He grabbed your hand, and took a deep breath before he spoke, "I need to know what's going on, y/n. Ever since we returned from the Lake House you've been acting different."

"Cregan, I…" 

"You've been ignoring me," he muttered, and the fact that you were able to hear the sadness reflecting in his deep voice made your heart ache. 

"I haven't," you rushed to say. 

"Yes, you have," he replied, speaking softly as usual, not wanting to raise his voice at you. He tried to remain calm, "don't- don't try to deny it. Have I done something that bothered you? Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not."

"How am I supposed to make you feel better if you keep pushing me away? We're going through something, you can't deny that, but I want to fix it. How are we going to work this out if you don't tell me what is wrong?" 

You felt your nose itching, once again feeling the weight of the blame in your shoulders. It was a sensation that it was starting to suffocate you, almost unbearable. 

"I'm begging you, y/n. Talk to me, whatever happened back there we can find a solution and make it better, I swear it."

"I- I can't…" you cried softly, wiping your own tears as you were now unable to hold his haze, "I can't do this now, I'm not ready."

"Love-"

"Cregan, I don't want to talk about this right now," you said, raising your voice to make him stop. 

"You told me we would talk once I got here, and now I'm here," he sighed, losing his patience, "please, tell me. I can't do this anymore."

"Creg-"

"It's been five days!" he interrupted you as he stood up from the bed, louder words than before, "And in these five days you've told me you love just once, when you used to tell me that all the time! Is that what this is all about? You don't love me anymore?" 

"Of course I love you!" you whined, standing up from the bed and walking towards him. 

"Then what is it?" He lowered his voice once he saw you getting close, "Fuck, y/n, I need you to explain this to me, I'm losing my fucking mind."

"I just need time-" 

"More time?" He scoffed, and it was probably the first time you've seen him mocking you this way, "Don't you see I'm fucking desperate?! My damn girlfriend is ignoring me! What am I supposed to think about that?" 

"Cregan, you need to understand me," you spoke in a thin voice, reaching for his shoulder and trying to calm him down, "this is- is not easy for me either."

"Then let me help you!" 

"You can't." 

"Does this have something to do with Aemond?" He dared to ask, and your response immediately told him the answer. 

You froze, as if the pure utterance of his bloody name brought chills into your spine. Your lower lip shook as your vision became blurry with threatening tears. Cregan let out a sly, mocking laugh as his hands brushed in his face. 

"Cregan…" you tried to say, but he, once again, interrupted you. 

"Something happened between you and him at the lake, right?" 

Your head slightly shook, but Cregan was too blinded by his broken heart that he barely saw it. He just nodded, assuming his words were correct, and started to pick up his things. 

"Fuck this," he muttered, and then you broke. 

Thick tears running down your face as you saw your worst nightmare coming true. You tried to reach for his hand but he shoved it away before you could even touch him. 

"Cregan, please…" 

"I can't talk to you right now," he muttered, "just- just… fuck." 

He opened the door of your room and slammed it behind his back. The sound made you shrink in your position as you stood there, still contemplating what had happened. You looked around and before you could drop on your knees, Helaena walked into your room. 

Her haze softened in the minute she saw your poor state; trembling and sobbing quietly as your reddish face was soaked with tears. She rushed to your side and held you between her comforting arms. 

That night, Helaena let you sleep in her room, cuddling you as you cried and constantly woke up from nightmares that tormented you not only while being awake, but also as you slept. Suddenly the flu was nothing compared to the thoughts that were haunting you even as you tried to find peace in your dreams. 

Two days later you booked an emergency session with your therapist, and you told her everything. Every single detail of your life, your relationship, how you were feeling about them and about yourself. And the solution she gave was unexpected, 

"Leave," she told you, "Sometimes running away is the bravest thing we can do. You will not be able to heal if you stay in the environment that broke you in the first place. It's like digging your finger in an open wound; it would only make things painful for you."

"What about Helaena?" You had asked. 

"Helaena is your direct connection to Aemond," she tried to explain with soft words, trying not to make you panic, "I'm afraid you'll have to leave her behind until you know you are in a good mental state."

Those words were engraved in your mind, adding another negative thing in your life; leaving your best friend. Helaena has been your other half since you both met in preschool, never leaving her side, not even when you went to separate high schools. You would always find your way back to her. 

For a long time you thought that Helaena was the one true love of your life, for her loyalty to you was beyond the charts, and vice versa. That's why the idea of being away from her was unthinkable until your therapist mentioned it… and now all you wanted to do was to cry. Cry until there is no more anguish inside of you, until it leaves you dry. 

Of course you told Helaena. Later that day, when you both were in the living room watching some reality show, you opened your mouth because you couldn't hold it any longer. The bowl of popcorn between your hands was now on the center table as Helaena held you close, caressing your hair and tearing up too. 

"It doesn't matter if you go to the other side of the world, y/n," she softly whispered, "we will always find our way to each other."

"You're my soulmate, Hel," you whispered back, wiping the tears that had fallen in your cheeks. "Probably the only one who ever truly loved me," you muttered the last words, and you quickly saw your best friend shaking her head with a gentle smile drawn upon her face. 

"We both know that's not true," she said as she placed a strand of hair behind your ear. 

And your haze quickly softened once you realized who she was referring to. 

It's been three days, and the only messages you've been receiving from Cregan are 'good morning' and 'good night'. You knew for sure that all of this was your fault, the miscommunication and lack of honesty had brought the doom of your relationship with Cregan and you wondered if it was too late to save it. 

But you owed it to him. Cregan loved you as much as you loved him, and for that you need to try. 

A few days later, when the flu had already left your body and you finally got the guts to dare to speak about it, you sat on the balcony of your apartment, cuddling in the chair that you bought in a thrift store. The summer days were already leaving as a cold breeze sent you chills all over your body, making you shiver. Your phone was in front of you, and in the tiny screen it was Cregan's contact.

Just a tiny touch would do to start a very much needed call. You were longing to hear his voice again, soothing you as his strong and protective arms made you feel safe. You needed him. 

You were alone in the apartment; Helaena went to an exhibition of bugs in the Natural Museum of Westeros with some of her work mates. She had invited you, but you rejected it; you needed to start to learn how to live away from her.

That's why it was so weird for you to hear noise inside the apartment, steps clicking against the wood of the old floor as your body froze with fear. Without even thinking, you stood up, and you committed the mistake of leaving your phone behind on the table in order to go and see what was going on. 

You checked the rooms, the bathroom, the living room, and you couldn’t find anything out of place. You let yourself relax for a few seconds before hearing the fridge being open… and then you panicked even more when you noticed the main door being opened. 

"Helaena?" You asked with a shaky voice, sneakily walking towards the kitchen being grateful for being barefooted, "Hel?" 

And then you saw him. 

Aemond turned around at the same time he closed the fridge. He was wearing all black and his eyepatch was nowhere to be seen. You were able to see the precious stone replacing his missing eye; a look that would make him appear even more intimidating than he already was. You shrunk in your position, feeling helpless and belittled with his mere presence. 

The anguish returned to your chest, and the feeling of hopelessness was installed in you. Your lips were pressed in a thin line as your hands started to shake. Your mind felt dizzy and fuzzy with this unwanted visitor. 

"What are you doing?" You asked in a breathless tone, as if you were too tired of repeating this all the time, "Gods, why can't you just leave the fuck alone?" 

"I've came for what is mine," he answered, shrugging as a smug grin appeared in his lips, "I've came for you, y/n."

"I'm going to call the cops-" 

"I'm not doing anything illegal," he mocked. 

"You entered my house without my permission."

"My sister's house," he corrected you, "now, now... did you dump that stupid excuse of a man?" 

"Don't talk about him like this," you threatened him, speaking sternly. 

"Does he already know what happened between us, darling?" He stepped closer to you, and you looked up at him as he grabbed your chin, "does he know that you kissed me?" 

"You kissed me!" you yelped, already feeling the itching in your nose announcing the upcoming tears. 

"And you kissed me back," he pointed out. 

"You- you forced me to-" 

"No excuses, love, I know what happened between us that night, you barely fought against me," he leaned closer to your lips until he was close enough to rub your nose against his, "you wanted it as much as I did." 

And then, you were under his spell again. Your breath shaking as you tried to sigh to regain some of the strength you've lost in his presence, but with him it was impossible. 

His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him as his other hand wrapped in around the side of your neck, keeping you still. You could only look at him, for your limbs were unresponsive to your consciousness, and no matter how hard you tried to pull away, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You froze in your place. 

"Mhm… you're going to be mine forever, darling," he said, now brushing his lips with yours, "I will make sure everyone knows it."

You closed your eyes, and tears fell down from them as soon as you did. 

"Everyone will know that Cregan's little girlfriend belongs to me now."

And then it hit you right there, like a hard slap across your face. 

Aemond never loved you, and he never will.

For him, you were nothing but a trophy to brag about with others, a sign that he had finally won something over Cregan Stark. Aemond saw you as a consolation prize after all the times he lost against him, after all the competitions where Aemond was second place. In his eyes, you were just another thing to compete for. 

Suddenly, something switched within you. The sadness that used to make you freeze in front of his respectable frame was now becoming something else; rage. Anger washed over you as you finally woke up from those dreams your past self had left behind. You started to breathe faster, heavier, your face turning red as your tears stopped from falling. 

A feeling was installed in your chest, the same one that you felt the day when you saw Aemond and his new girlfriend. A feeling that made you see only red. 

With a strength you didn't even know you had, you pushed him away. He took it by surprise and stumbled backward until his back reached the fridge, dropping a few magnets in the process. The madness was clear in your face, your exorbitant eyes staring at him as he tried to regain his composure in order to grab you again. But before he could get any closer to you, you grabbed a knife from the center table and quickly put it against his neck. 

His eye widened with surprise as he gulped, and once he tried to move you away from him, you buried the blade against his skin, not so deep but enough to cause a small cut and let some drops of his blood fall down his milky skin. 

"I won't let you ruin my life!" You yelled between sobs and gasps, "Not anymore!" 

"Y/n…"

"I should've fucking killed you at Helaena’s party!" you screamed, as you saw a glimpse of fear on Aemond's eye, "Get out of my life, leave me fucking alone!" 

Your yells became a bit too loud and you didn't even notice. You were out of your mind, completely blinded by the rage and the adrenaline rush of the moment. Aemond was trying to calm you down, visibly anxious with the situation he was in. He never expected you to react this way, to actually put a knife against his throat, he was actually fearing for his life as he saw the crazy look in your face. 

You lost it, you had gone mad thanks to him. 

"If you ever dare to fuck with me or Cregan I'm going to fucking kill you, Aemond!" You threatened him, grunting as you push the blade a bit harder, now the blood staining his clothes and your hand, "I'm not fucking lying, you better leave alone."

Aemond gulped and slightly nodded, but before he could even pronounce a word, you felt a presence behind your back. You followed Aemond's haze until you found Cregan's frame, looking at you with widened eyes and a confused look in his face. 

Your eyes instantly softened with the sight of him, and the knife in your hand fell onto the floor setting Aemond free from your grip and threats. You started to shake, and feel weak; it was as if all the emotions arrived into your body at once making you feel like you were about to faint. You eyed Aemond who was grabbing his throat and looking down at your bloody hands with an horrified look, as if he could not believe what had just happened.

It was so fast, that you barely regained consciousness of yourself when you started to feel your breathing fastening and your heart beating too loud. Your vision became blurry and seconds before it turned black, you felt a pair of arms holding you tight against a firm chest. You felt everything around you disappear once the sweet cologne of your boyfriend reached your nose, leaving a feeling of peace before you passed out. 

You didn't know how much time had passed before you woke up, but you knew whose arms were surrounding your body, making you feel safe. Cregan noticed your eyes fluttering open and he quickly started to loose his grip so you could properly move. The first thing you did once your eyes were fully open, was to search for his face. His beautiful, ethereal face. 

His hand immediately went to your cheek, which had a stain of dried blood that he had not been able to clean as you were sleeping. He used his thumb to wipe the dry tears out of your eyes and then you sighed. 

"Aemond kissed me," you finally confessed, your voice sounding raspy and lower than usual. 

"When?" He asked, without stopping his caresses on your face.

"At the Lake House." 

"Did you kiss him back?" 

You took a minute to think about it. You did kiss him back, but it was because he had forced you to do it. The mere memory brought tears upon your already swollen and red eyes. 

"Y-yes…" you replied unsure, making it sound more like a question rather than an affirmation. 

"And what did you feel?" 

You frowned, "what?" 

"When he kissed you," he explained, "what did you feel?" 

Your bottom lip slightly trembled, and Cregan was quick enough to take his thumb to it, caressing it with care and delicacy. Inevitably, a couple tears escaped from you. 

"I thought that I would feel something," you confessed, "but the only thing I felt was fear, of you finding out and leaving me for it."

"And when you kiss me?" he asked shyly, in a whisper that you were only able to hear thanks to the proximity between you two, "when I touch you? what do you feel then?" 

It was indescribable, you thought. His mere presence was enough to bring calmness to you, to make you feel good and relaxed. It was something that no one had made you feel before, something that you didn't experience until you met him. 

You couldn’t find the word to describe it, but you chose the word that seemed to be close enough, 

"Peace," you muttered, taking your hand and placing it in his cheek. 

"Peace?" He asked, and you nodded. 

"When I was with Aemond, everything felt like waves crashing against my body in a sea which I could never leave," you shrugged, now going to his soft brown hair, stroking it with much care. "It was as it was drowning me, tossing me around without letting me escape… until I met you." 

Cregan swallowed nervously, and you could perceive a slight rose color in his cheeks. 

"You made it stop, Cregan. You brought calmness and peace to my life," your voice came out shaky and whiny as you started to sob. He wiped your tears as you sniffed and then, you continued, "You saved me from drowning, you pulled me out of the ocean."

You saw his eyes gleaming as he stared quietly back at you. You saw his pupils dilated after each word you would say. He never, not even for an instant, stopped watching you. 

"I love you more than I ever loved anyone before. I'm in love with you in every sense of the word. And I'm sorry if I was a shitty person and allowing you to think otherwise, I would never forgive myself for that… but I was so fucking scared of losing you because of what had happened. I was scared of hurting you."

He remained quiet, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as his lips parted a little, as if he wanted to say something but he regretted instantly. 

"So now I beg you to forgive me. I cannot lose you, Cregan. I- I love you so much that I feel I can't live without you anymore," you shrugged, feeling your cheeks soaked with your tears, "And I know that right now you're probably seeing me as a fucking psycho, as mad woman, but please, please, Cregan, I beg you to-" 

His lips silenced you in the most romantic way as he softly kissed you, holding your face in a delicate manner that actually made you forget about the rest of the world. The only thought in your mind now was the fact that Cregan was yours once again, and that you were his in the same way. 

Your heart barely burst once you felt his sweet caresses, and you heard his soft 'i love yous' against your lips as his arms returned to their favorite position: around you. 

With breathless words, he whispered once he had the strength to pull away from your lips, "Let us get away from here… come to the North with me, away from everything that troubles you. We can be happy that I promise you."

"Cregan…" you gasped softly. 

"No more tears for you, I promise you that. You would never get to feel as if you were drowning, because I'll make sure you won't."

"But-"

"We can find a small apartment for the both of us, we can have a new beginning together…" he muttered, pecking your lips every now and day, "I'll make sure to find an apartment with two bedrooms, so Hel can come and visit us whenever she pleases… what do you think?" 

And then, after days of feeling completely miserable and unhappy, a genuine smile appeared on your face as the tears dried in your cheeks and you nodded. Cregan chuckled softly, 

"Yes?" He asked, smiling back at you. 

"Yes," you said, grabbing his face just to kiss him once again. 

The need to show your love once again started to create a heat between you two. The big fight was over, your troubles will soon vanish, you had never felt more happy than you felt in that little intimate moment. It was all you ever needed. 

Soon your clothing started to disappear with the increasing need of feeling each other's body pressing. The necessity of feeling him closer than that. The kisses deepened, your hands became more curious and your breaths became heavier with each passing minute. 

Sweet moans were heard a few minutes later as Cregan was thrusting inside of you. Your arms and legs wrapped around his big and wide body, holding him close with the fear of losing him again. 

Your eyes closed as Cregan softly moaned against your ear, whispering sweet nothings and kissing your neck. You couldn't help but smile, feeling so loved, so treasured. Each touch would translate into an unspoken 'I love you'.

Right there in that moment you knew everything would be fine. All the nightmares had disappeared from your life, and a new beginning was finally waiting for you. 

And you couldn't wait to see it. 

#not the best idea #cregan x reader #cregan stark fanfic #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #cregan x y/n #cregan stark x you #cregan stark smut #cregan stark x y/n #cregan stark x oc #aemond one eye #aemond x you #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x y/n #aemond fic #hotd aemond #hotd x reader #hotd x y/n #hotd au #hotd #hotd x you #hotd x fem!reader #house stark #house targaryen #house of the dragon

[papayatori]

Don’t Blink! (P7)

LN4 x fém!reader Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+

I woke up, completely surrounded by warmth. Stereotypically, people forget what happened to them the night before until their brain has had time to wake up. Not this time, however. The first thing that my eyes landed on was the flower sitting pretty on the small table in front of us, exactly where it was when I had fallen asleep, reminding me that it wasn't all a dream. I let out a mental sigh of relief. At least I hadn't made it all up in my own mind. I felt stirring beneath me followed by a soft groan that I'm ashamed to admit sent shivers down my spine. I decided to risk it and opened my eyes just a sliver to look up at the man responsible for the goosebumps on my skin. To my dismay, he was staring right at me. He cracked a smile, I knew I was caught. "Good morning, Darling." He half whispered to me, squeezing my body slightly. Still not completely awake, I responded. "Morning." He gave me a look of remorse. "As much as I hate to move you, I have to pee." I giggled before reluctantly climbing out of his arms.

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The flight home was rather quiet, other than the occasional remark from Lan or Oscar. I sat and listened to my music, hoping to find a little peace of mind after this stressful weekend. The only thing that I had found difficult to think through, however, was what the hell this made me and Lando. I mean, think about it. Friends don't usually fall asleep together or cuddle all night. At least, not the friends that I had any experiences with. I thought that maybe if I had told him my feelings that things would be easier between us, but somehow it's gotten a bit more complicated. Just my luck, thanks Oscar. There would be times when I would look up and find Lan staring at me, which would've been a bit unsettling if it were anyone else. Though, Lan only looked at me with a smile on his face, there was nothing weird about it. He was just admiring me, and I knew this because i was doing the same to him.

Lando drove me home with my hand tightly clasped into his. Since we were alone again, we didn't have to worry about any questioning glances from Oscar, or worse, Zak. "You're awfully quiet." He said, squeezing my hand slightly as he did so. "Just thinkin'." "Thinkin' bout what?" I could see his brows lowered in his curiosity. "Do you want the long answer or the short answer?" I asked him, a small smile playing on my lips. "Short?" His voice went up a bit on the last half of the word. "I'm thinking about this." I squeezed his hand gently. He smiled, but then a frown appeared to replace it. "What would the long answer have been?" "A wordy explanation of everything I've been overthinking for the passed 11 hours." His brows furrowed again. He reminded me of a puppy. "So, what are you overthinking?" "Short answer or long answer?" This time he didn't respond, he just glared at me. I giggled before responding. "What exactly are we?" Lan smiled. "Do you want the short answer, or the long answer." It was now my turn to glare at him. "Hey! That's my thing! You can't just take it." "I can, I did, and I'd do it again." I pouted, pulling my hand from his, earning a shocked gasp. It took so much out of me to keep from giggling. "I see how it is, mate." He said, side-eyeing me harshly. I couldn't hold back anymore, I let out the laugh I had been holding in as we pulled into the parking of my apartment building.

"You never answered my question." I said, grabbing his hand with a smile on my face. "Technically, I did, you never answered mine." He said, still pouty even though I had his hand back in mine. I rolled my eyes and opened the car door, getting out as he did the same. "Alright Lan, hit me, give me your long answer." His expression changed, taken aback that I let him get away with his thievery. It twisted into a mischievous grin, causing worry to form in the pit of my stomach. "We are two people in the world full of billons, two specs in the grand scheme of things-" "I'm going to take my hand away again." I said, glaring in his direction as we walked through the complex and earned strange looks from some of the passing people. Lan gave me a challenging stare, to which I smirked and dropped his hand like he had done mine a few minutes ago. "No wait!" He practically yelled as we walked through my door, immediately grabbing it back with a pouty look on his face. "I'm sorry." I smirked, not responding and dropping my luggage on the floor. I would sort that out later, right now I needed to sort out my reeling mind. I pulled Lando over to the couch to which he followed with his bottom lip poked out. He looked at me like a pleading child. He was so cute that it physically hurt me to look at him. "You're a literal child, Lan." I smiled while rolling my eyes. His hand was warm and comforting in mine, i couldn't help but feel safe while it sat there like it belonged, like we belonged. My hunger for him grew as our eyes locked, my mind had suddenly skid to a sudden halt as we continued to explore what was behind each other's iris's. That raging, painfully beautiful turquois sea passionately threw his emotions about as if they were on display for all to see, or maybe that was just how it trusted my own eyes, which seemed to be its' main attraction for the last few days. His hand moved from my own, leaving mine cold and empty from lack of his touch; though it made up for it with the long trail of heat he left on my arm as he made his way up to cup my cheek. I pushed it further into his palm, silently letting him know that I loved his touch more than I let on. I saw him smile a small, compassionate smile, the kind that could make my knees weak with just a small glimpse. "I'm not sure what we are, y/n. That's why I didn't answer before." His smile faltered slightly before his lips parted once more. "I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be either. In all honesty, I'm more scared to make a decision with you than I have been with anyone else in my entire life." His eyes slide from mine for a moment, as if trying to assess the words that he had just said exactly as I needed to. "I'm not really sure I'm ready to make that decision yet, and I'm not entirely sure I would make the right one." I had slide into his embrace now, finding comfort in his arms while my heart tore itself apart trying to find the meaning to all of this. "Well, I don't think we need to make any sort of immediate decision, as much as I want to rush into things." He looked down at me once he had finished speaking, lips still parted and wet from the flick of his tongue. Those lips of his were enticing, and his tongue was poisonous, but I couldn't help but wonder what that poison could do to me once injected into my veins.

"Then, why don't we take things slow." I said, hand tracing its' way up his body to his chin, pulling it down slightly so I could drown in his ocean eyes. His lips curled into a smirk, as if catching my drift. "What are you suggesting, darling?" His accent rang through my ears at his seductive tone. It was deep and rich, drenching me in whatever emotions it possibly could to warm my stomach. I didn't bother responding, only smirking before pulling him down to meet my lips with his own in a crushing embrace. It started off sweet and calm, but our need and hunger for each other turned into a desperate necessity quickly after the first taste. I kissed him like I had been starved, already feeling the swelling of my lips. He pulled me into his lap as we continued, as if it it took him no effort at all. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip, asking for permission. I granted him access happily, welcoming the poison with open arms. His hands were on either side of my waist, holding me against him with just enough strength to secure me, while also sending a friendly reminder that he could do much more with that strength. He squeezed me as my hands had found their way up his shirt and feeling his toned muscles. I could feel the pooling of myself beneath me at the thought of how he could use them with me. I felt his pleasure growing beneath me as he pushed himself up, causing me to moan slightly into his alluring lips. As quickly as it had happened, he pulled away from me, his hands steadying me and holding me still. Confusion set itself upon me, had I done something? "I'm sorry." He said, lust still evident in his gaze. "As much as I want this, we shouldn't take the risk." He wouldn't meet my eyes. My emotions had calmed slightly, as I realized why he had stopped. I slide back into my seat on the couch, snuggling back into him as his hand found mine, squeezing it in another apologetic attempt. "Can I just stay here tonight?" He asked, looking back down at me as if he needed to ask permission. I smiled, feeling the aftermath of our makeout session already.

"Anytime, Lan." We smiled at each other again before he leaned down to gently kiss me one more time. He leaned into my ear, lips brushing it slightly and sending a shiver down my spine. "Please don't think I didn't want to, because I can assure you every bone in my body wanted me to push my way through those tight leggings of yours once I felt how wet you were." After every attempt to shove any sexual feeling aside I had made after climbing out of his lap, he had just ruined every last one of them with one, tender whisper. "Then I suppose we'll be going to the store later today then, correct?" He smirked at my statement. "I think that's the one thing we can be sure about." Tag list(lmk if you want to be tagged) @kapsylia @venus-willow @eugene-emt-roe

#don’t blink #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #lando norris #ln4 x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando x you #lando norris x you #ln4 #mclaren f1 #ln4 fic #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #f1 #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren

[yanderes-galore]

I'd like to request a romantic concept for Zelda from BOTW if that's okay!

At first I was stuck on how to do this but I think I have an idea after some research! This takes place before Calamity Ganon returns.

Wrote this late at night as I could not sleep so I apologize for errors! (Nothing's wrong I just took a nap mid-way through the day and my sleep schedule broke)

Yandere! Princess Zelda (BOTW) Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Unrequited love, Fear of loss, Angst, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Abuse of power, Trauma, Minor jealousy mention, Isolation, Dubious relationship.

Zelda's story is a tragic one.

From a young age she was told her destiny.

She's meant to awaken her sealing powers to seal away the Calamity.

She's never wanted this destiny but she cannot fight it.

Despite this she occupies her time with research.

She researches how to use ancient technology to help fight Ganon, she puts together her Champions, she's even appointed Link as her night.

BOTW Zelda as a yandere has so much angst potential I've noticed.

She's shown in memories to be frustrated with herself and those around her as she's scared of failure.

She doesn't like that she can't awaken her powers.

She always fears the worst... especially with the incoming evil.

She most likely met you when she was young.

You were both friends at a young age... even before she had to commit to her destiny.

Zelda always thought of the warm moments you'd spend together and holds you in high regard.

You were someone she could run to if she didn't want to face her responsibilities.

You're always one to give her comfort, even now when she's in distress.

You supported her research and often did what you could to help.

Simply being someone Zelda can turn to, a childhood friend that manages to soothe her worries, is enough to make Zelda hold you close to her heart.

I imagine Zelda would've fallen for you a long time ago.

She's just never had time to properly tell her feelings to you.

She always drowned herself in research and prayer.

Zelda isn't a very violent yandere either.

I imagine her being a very quiet yandere for the most part.

She is observant of what you do and what others around you do.

While she is nervous to tell you how she feels due to the stress she's going through, she doesn't like the idea of letting you go either.

Zelda often has you accompany her on research trips.

She loves hearing your voice as she snaps pictures and does tests.

Occasionally Link accompanies you both for protection.

Zelda often asks how your life has been while she toils away for destiny.

She listens carefully to see if you're interested in anyone.

If she notices someone sounds too close to you, she does some planning behind your back to distance them from you.

It's selfish but she feels she wants to reserve a spot for being your girlfriend.

Even if she can't confess now.

You can almost notice the distaste in Zelda's tone when you admit you're closer "than you should be" to someone.

"Oh, I see... how nice."

Zelda is envious of anyone who is close to you.

She wants nothing more than to confess her love to you.

She wants to make wonderful memories with you... yet she has to worry about awakening her powers.

Honestly, the fear of Ganon may make Zelda's obsession worse.

As the days tick down she begins to feel like a failure.

She begins to lose hope and fears the worst.

Even more so when she thinks of you.

She wants to protect you from Ganon.

She feels if she doesn't... she could lose you forever.

Before she even gets to confess.

Honestly the fear itself may push Zelda to confront you.

You notice how she looks nervous on one of your research trips but think it's just because of her destiny.

The princess may then pull you aside and tell you how she feels.

She loves you... has for a long time.

She wanted to tell you now as she was worried she may never be able to.

You most likely may say yes to her confession.

You've known her for a long time and trust her.

It's then Zelda allows her actions to vent her worries.

It's then she allows herself to hold you and kiss you.

She feels more grounded and safe when you're in her arms.

She still worries for Ganon's return, yet she's happy she at least said something.

By this logic she should be able to awaken her divine powers now.

Yet this doesn't happen until later.

Your relationship is a bit messy due to Zelda's anxiety.

She still has to prepare to defend Hyrule... and now she feels she needs to find a way to protect you.

She hopes her powers awaken yet she also feels she should appoint someone to watch over you.

Zelda is a very protective yandere, especially due to her role.

So much could go wrong... she wants to be prepared.

When she's stressed she pulls you into private to lay in your embrace.

She keeps her feelings private from her father and focuses on you.

Now here's the angst....

You know what would really break her?

In the game we can see she found her powers due to her love for Link and did everything she could to protect him.

When Calamity Ganon awakens and your life is threatened.

Perhaps even to near death like Link.

She'd want to do the same with you.

When her plan starts failing, she never leaves your side.

She asks Link to protect you too and plans on the go.

Things go wrong when the Divine Beasts go rogue... the Guardians grow corrupted... and Hyrule begins to fall.

Her home collapses around her and all she feels she wants to do is keep you safe.

This may seem unrealistic but Zelda would want to look for a way to keep you protected after Link falls in battle.

Fi has already told her to put Link in the Shrine of Resurrection.

Maybe Fi senses the care the princess also holds for you.

It's much stronger... and intense with different motives.

Perhaps Fi tells Zelda there's a way to seal you away until Link returns?

Zelda would definitely try to convince you to allow this.

The princess promises she just wants you safe, she fears she'll lose you... so sealing you away would be the best way to do so.

Zelda understands you're scared.

But it's either this or you die.

Zelda wouldn't be able to continue on if you died.

If she let you die....

Even if you resisted Zelda would still find a way.

This isn't in canon but imagine if there was some sort of spell or other shrine Zelda could bring you to in order to seal you away.

Honestly even if you weren't together she'd still do this.

Zelda is a very soft yandere.

She'll manipulate others away from you but still cares for your safety and happiness.

She'd lock you away for your own safety no matter if you wanted it or not.

The idea of locking you in a safe space brings her comfort and a sick feeling of... ownership?

She feels happy knowing nothing can take you from her.

She'll have you locked away in safety while she holds Ganon off until Link saves Hyrule.

It brings her some sort of comfort to know you'll be untouched.

Then there's after the day is saved.

I won't go too into this as we may be getting into TOTK territory with this but...

Zelda may have some trauma after BOTW due to the past 100 years.

Her obsession may get worse once she sees you outside the shrine/spell bound area she put you in.

By this point she'll never want to leave your side again.

When Hyrule castle is rebuilt she may just lock you away again.

She felt so much more at ease at the thought of nothing coming into contact with you.

Zelda is a yandere who gets worse by trauma.

By the end of BOTW she thinks locking you up will ease her anxiety.

Locked away she can freely kiss and hold you... and you'll be safe.

After BOTW... your girlfriend has changed.

She thinks you'll be better off as a prisoner in some fancy yet comfortable room.

A pretty cage is still a cage...

But to Princess Zelda... it's a sanctuary made with love for her dearest to be kept safe.

"We've been through so much already, haven't we? I promise I'm just taking care of you like I did a century ago."

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[marysixnumbers]

Tickletober Day 11 - Squeal

Fandom: Arcane

Words: 1,074

"Can you stop that?"

How Vi could make such a noise with a bag that small, Caitlyn didn't know. Pretty much everything they'd brought down to Zaun with them was strewn haphazardly across the floor of their tiny room they'd rented for the night, as Vi reached into the deepest crevices of her travel pack to find something she swore she took with her from prison.

Vi turned around to see Caitlyn sigh and bury her face in the bed's lumpy pillow. "If you don't drive me insane with that racket, you'll definitely disturb our neighbours. Just quieten down for a second, OK?"

"Relax, Cupcake. The rooms here go for basically nothing. No-one comes to this part of Zaun for a good night's sleep." Having failed to locate her trinket, Vi dumped the bag on the floor and began picking up their scattered possessions. "Our "neighbours"" - she flashed air quotes at Caitlyn - "have heard far worse than someone stomping around a room over."

Muffled by the pillow, Vi could hear Caitlyn scoff. "Well, in my house, we were raised to be considerate of strangers. You'd never hear a thing from me when we were guests." She rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket over her, her eyes half-shut as she tried to find a comfortable spot on the sagging mattress.

Vi rolled her eyes. It's likely she would've ignored the Piltoveran's bout of snootiness had she not looked over and saw Caitlyn's foot sticking out from under the blanket.

"I dunno, Cupcake. When people stayed at my place..." Vi's footsteps were nearly silent on the threadbare carpet, honed from years of sneaking around her childhood playmates. "...things usually got pretty rowdy." Reaching the foot of the bed, her knuckles brushed against Caitlyn's bare sole. She wasn't sure if her touch was firm enough to tickle, but she didn't have to worry, judging by the way Caitlyn's eyes instantly sprung open and her foot shot back under the covers.

She must have been grinning like a chem-baron in an alchemist's lab, because Caitlyn sat up and started slowly inching away from the Zaunite. "Vi, wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Vi didn't know exactly what to expect when she dived onto the bed and swept Caitlyn up into her patented Tickle Hug (good at dealing with squirmy lees, and she had a hunch Caitlyn was one of those), digging her fingers into her upper ribcage, right below her underarms. She did not think Caitlyn would jolt in her arms and squeal so loudly she swore she saw the window frames rattle. Vi didn't even know Caitlyn could make a noise like that, or any of the frankly amazing noises that were flowing out of her now - innumerable tiny squeaks and squeals as Vi poked her ribs, deeper chuckles and snorts as Vi's thumbs rubbed the spot just below her ribcage, messy giggles and hiccups as Vi circled the small of her back, followed by her breaking out into wild, uproarious laughter as Vi's fingers wriggled past her undershirt and scurried over her belly. One of her hands was grabbing at Vi's wrist and shoving at her shoulder, struggling to shove her away, while the other was tightly gripping the pillow in a vain attempt to make this feel any less unbearably ticklish. She was smiling wider and more freely than Vi had ever seen, the gap in her teeth showing unconscientiously, her slim body shaking against Vi's bulkier frame.

"Nahahah- Vihihi, get ohofff- Eeek! Stahahap it, I said I'm soreeEEE- No! Ahahaha, don't! Get off thehere- getofftherenotthereNOTTHERE- AAAAH!"

Vi's finger had slipped into her navel, getting a squeal just as loud as the first - and an equally loud banging on the wall behind them, followed by someone growling in a language Vi didn't understand. She got the gist, though, and reluctantly withdrew her hands from Caitlyn's stomach, now shivering as she took in deep breaths. Caitlyn's face was flushed a shade darker than Vi's hair and strands of her own hair were sticking to her forehead and neck. She blinked a few times, brows furrowing and blush deepening as she took in the gently grinning face of her assailant.

Caitlyn propped herself up on one elbow and gently punched Vi in the shoulder. "You're a monster."

"A tickle monster?" Vi couldn't help saying it, and grinned even more when Caitlyn averted her gaze and started fiddling with hair.

"Whatever. You're horrible." Caitlyn rolled onto her back, and though the light was dim, Vi was sure she could make out a small smile on her face. The thought that Caitlyn might not actually mind this, or even perhaps like it, popped unbidden into Vi's head, and she had to forcibly suppress images of poking Caitlyn's sides in public, or waking her up with gentle underarm tickles, or holding her in her arms and tickling her until all their worries melted away. Of getting to see that beautiful gap-toothed smile, or hear those adorable squeals and giggles, on a daily basis....

Vi smacked herself (on the side that Caitlyn couldn't see, of course). There was no way they could stay together for that long, no way they could reach that point. There was a reason she was down here and it had nothing to do with teasing the woman that lay beside her. She shuffled in place and looked over at the clockface next to her. Perhaps she could fit in a little more. Just while they were here.

"Cupcake?"

"What is it this time?" There was no malice or exasperation in Caitlyn's voice.

"No-one ever tried tickling you when you were staying somewhere?" Vi nudged Caitlyn in the ribs. "You were loud enough back there to keep anyone awake."

"Shut up." Caitlyn giggled, then paused for a moment, licking her lips. "We didn't have many sleepovers when I was young. And even then, I was never... tickled... during one of them."

"So you've never been tickled before?" Vi inched closer to Caitlyn. The other woman squirmed slightly but made no attempt to move away.

"Not since I was very young." Caitlyn turned around to face Vi, that same small smile playing across her lips. "Why do you ask- oh nohohahah!"

As Vi predicted, Caitlyn made enough noise that night to keep the whole building up. Not that either of them minded. After all, no-one comes to this part of Zaun for a good night's sleep.

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[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine 4

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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DEAN'S POV

**BEEP** **BEEP** **BEEEEP**

Groaning I pull the extra pillow over my head as I bury my head in it. My head was pounding, the bright sun shining through the windows making it worse.

“Rise and shineee~” A voice sang out, awfully chirppy this morning. “Y/n. Go away” I grumbled gently pushing the woman who was now climbing up onto the bed shaking me awake.

She giggles. She fuckin giggles. Which if it were any other circumstance I probably would've cracked out a smile. “Y/n I swear to god-” I turn to lay on my back, and rub my eyes seeing her dressed in a nice pair of overalls with her y/h/c perfectly braided.

“Pay backs a bitch isn't it” She grins before walking off, her hips swaying side to side it was a nice view I had to admit. I shake my head getting my head out of the gutter before turning to my side seeing headache medicine and water on my nightstand.

Well thank you y/n...

I take the meds and down the water, checking my watch I already see im late on my routine which never really happens unless it's a bad night. Tossing some old jeans and a t-shirt with my boots and brown cowboy hat, I head downstairs seeing the lights on throughout the house.

“Wow son you look like shit” Clayton says from his arm chair, a news paper in hand.

“Clayton!” Laura shouted smacking the back of her husbands head. I tiredly chuckle “I feel like shit” I rub my temple, pouring some coffee into a mug.

The older man glances over and sets his newspaper down on the coffee table, “Go easy on Y/n please. She might not be good at this but it's because she's never had to do it before.” sure. I know I can be mean at times, but im not an asshole.

“Yes sir, I'll show her what she needs to know” Finshing up my coffee, I look over at her and gesture to the door walking out her following behind as I walk off to the stables.

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“Horses need to eat first, so you'll give them their grains and hay. Then some of these extra carrots.” I spoke as I pull out the bin of food and basket of carrots. Carefully watching over her, not wanting the woman to get her hand bit off.

Lilah the horse who she previously grazed, was giving the woman the biggest side eye i'd ever seen. I whistle at the tall horse, tilting my head “Be nice.” I warn when I notice Y/n stopped and watched me.

“Who would've thought big ole grumpy deano would protect me from a horse” She grins placing her hands on her hips, I roll my eyes “Well if you want your hand to get bit off, be my guest”

A messy long slow, morning goes by Y/n already covered in mud from the countless times she'd fallen and I've got to say it was much nicer to have someone to work with then do it all myself.

“You did pretty good for your first day” I compliment as we sit on one of the hay bales looking over the fields. She nods but stays quiet. I couldn't tell if it was the sun in her eye but her eyes were glossy.

I felt my heart drop, straight worry fills me as I face her seeing a tear stream down her face. Had I said something wrong? What had happened she had just been laughing not even a few minutes ago, hell she even wanted to race out to the field.

“Y/n... What's wrong?” I softly asked, gently wiping her eyes.

She shook her head and faked a smile, “Oh nothing, it's just quite beautiful out here can't help but make a woman cry” I hesitantly nod my head, still unsure but it wasn't my job to take care of her nor care too. Still I found myself worrying, not wanting to push it I leave it and get off the haybale after receiving a call.

“What? Again? I swear to god what is wrong with that man” I grumble, after hearing that Mr Andrews a 60 year old man who kept letting his unfriendly pitbull roam the town without it's owner.

I've always preferred dogs over cats, but after this pickles the dog might ruin it for me.

Sighing I hang out up, glancing at her offering my hand which thankfully you accepted, “Let's get you back...”

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Four fucking hours. Four fucking hours it took to chase down Mr pickles.

Which only put me in a deeper hole then I already was in, making me rush over to Lisa's seeing her glare. Thank the lords, Aurora jumped into my arms after noticing me.

“Hey pretty girl how are you?” I ask softly pushing her light brown hair behind her ears, The small girl was quick to ramble talking about preschool, her friends, the yucky lunch she had, pretty much anything a toddler can tell you. I send her to grab her bag leaving me with the darker haired woman, who was occupying herself by cleaning the kitchen.

“Why are you late this time?” She asked not bothering to spare me a glance, while she wiped down the counters.

“Work. I had to chase Mr pickles today” I mutter out, itching the back of my head praying that Aurora would hurry.

“Sure you did. You sure it wasn't a particular woman keeping you busy?”

Who was she talking about? I sure as hell didn't come from the bar with a woman but if I did it wouldn't have been her business. So that leaves y/n.

“Y/n? The girl at the ranch?”

Lisa's silence told me everything I needed to know and I shook my head letting out a huff. She has been on my ass for the past year, about all of this. I can't hang out with who I want to hang out with because she didn't like it, it got exhausting after awhile. Especially when we weren't even together anymore.

Aurora skipped down the stairs with her unicorn backpack, and her arms full with stuffed animals. “is Ben not coming?” I ask with a head tilt as I scoop up the 4-year-old.

“No he's staying at a friends house” Nodding I let the mother and daughter say goodbye before leaving as we head our way to the ranch.

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“Clay Clay!!” The little girl screached out hugging the older man.

“Ah I see what it is now” I act offended that I didn't get a greeting like that.

What I didn't notice was Y/n walking down the stairs until she came into my eye sight, she looked happier then before so it felt glad and relieved.

“Who's this little one?” She asks smiling down at Aurora.

“My daughter.”

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 1 Part 1

I didn't proofread this one, so expect a LOT of mistakes.

Translation under the cut.

(What the hell is going on?)

The future changed, and the travel guide turned completely blank.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind as I noticed these changes.

(Wait a sec, how is that even possible?)

(Because three months ago, when I came here, nothing like this ever happened.)

Three months ago, I was transported back to the Sengoku era and saved Nobunaga at the burning Honnoji Temple.

Because of this, I had to live in Azuchi Castle as a symbol of Japan's unification and as the chatelaine of the Oda forces.

(Nobunaga died as a result of the Honnoji Incident.)

(I'm not familiar with history, but I remember hearing this story in class.)

(Still, I don't think changing that history would've made the pages go blank like this.)

I took my eyes off the travel guide and looked up at Azuchi Castle again.

Seeing the once magnificent Tenshu burnt to a crisp made me feel like something worse than this was about to happen.

(It's the same as back then.)

(I feel like I should do something, but I don't know what I should do.)

Two weeks ago

Mitsunari: "You're here, Lady Mai."

Mai: "Mitsunari."

I turned around, still holding my book, hearing his voice calling from behind me.

Mitsunari: "Are you working? I'm sorry for stopping you."

Mai: "No. I'm just going to put this back in the library."

(As always, you're so caring, Mitsunari.)

Back when I decided to become a chatelaine, it was Mitsunari who immediately helped me.

He not only gave me the information I needed but also helped me when I had problems in my daily life.

(Thanks to him, I'm now used to living in this war-torn country.)

(I'm so grateful because there was a lot I didn't understand.)

Mitsunari: "Library? Thank you for always being there for us."

Mitsunari: "I've found it especially tidy and easy to spend time in there recently."

Mai: "I'm glad to hear that."

(I didn't do much, but I'm glad he's happy.)

(Even though things were going crazy, I'm grateful they let me live here.)

(I need to do what I can to help, even if it's just a little.)

Mai: "Oh, by the way, what did you want to see me about?"

Mitsunari: "Oh, right. Everyone has been asking for you."

Mai: "Everyone?"

Mitsunari's lighthearted words made me nod my head.

Masamune: "Mai, we've been looking for you."

Ieyasu: "We couldn't find you, so we thought you got lost again."

Mai: "Masamune, Ieyasu!"

They walked toward us from the other side of the hallway.

Mitsunari: "Don't worry. Lady Mai already knows everything in the castle."

Mitsunari: "Right?"

Mai: "Not everything, but I've memorized most of the places."

Masamune: "I see. Well, you've been here for quite a while."

Ieyasu: "Quite a while? I think it's only been a couple of months."

Masamune: "For her, it's probably been a long time."

As if asking me for my agreement, his deep blue eye turns toward me.

(I see. It's been more than two months since I came here.)

Mai: "Hmm. It seemed like a long time, but it happened so fast."

Ieyasu: "So, which is it?"

Mai: "I wonder which one it is?"

Ieyasu: "*sigh* Don't ask me."

Masamune: "Well, let's put that aside for now. Let's go back to my palace."

Mai: "Is there something going on?"

Masamune: "Yup. I got some good vegetables, so I thought I'd let you try some."

Masamune: "I made it into a stew. It's pretty good."

Mai: "Vegetable stew!?"

Ieyasu: "Then, let's stop by my place first."

Ieyasu: "You said the other day your wrist hurts, so I have some medicine that will help you."

Masamune: "Heh? So you went to pick medicinal herbs the other day.”

Ieyasu: "Not really. I just happened to have some leftovers and thought I'd share them with her."

Mai: "You guys..."

One thing I've learned since coming to this castle is not only how kind Mitsunari is.

I also learned that Masamune is easy to talk to, and the food he cooks is exquisite. Ieyasu, although aloof at first, is kind and gentle deep down.

(I wish I could go with them, but一)

Mai: "Um, I got some errands to run later."

Mai: "Your feelings are highly appreciated, though."

Masamune: "Really? Well, I'll feed you next time I find something good."

Ieyasu: "And the medicine, too. Come and get it whenever you feel like it."

Mai: "Okay! Thank you!"

Holding the book in my arms, I bowed my head and quickly walked away.

(I want to, but I can't. I can't let myself get too involved.)

Ieyasu sighed as Mai turned down the hallway and was out of sight.

Ieyasu: "There she goes again."

Mitsunari: "Maybe she's still being cautious."

Masamune: "Back when she first came to the castle, she always got lost."

Masamune: "Heck, she didn't even know how to properly wear a kimono."

Mitsunari: "Yes, it did appear that way."

Mitsunari: "When I first met her at Honnoji, she was wearing unusual clothes, so maybe she's from a different country."

Masamune: "You mean she's a foreigner? If so, where did she come from?"

Mitsunari: "No idea. Maybe she said those strange things because she was scared of the fire."

Mitsunari: "Perhaps her memory is a little hazy."

Ieyasu: "..............."

Mitsunari: "Well, it's only been two months. Let's help her get used to it slowly from now on."

Masamune: "You're right."

[Mitsuhide is watching from a distance.]

Mitsuhide: "I see."

Mitsuhide: "Mai, huh?"

(Let's see, I should go to the place marked with these glasses.)

After parting with everyone, I put away the books and went down the castle, holding a small note in my hand and carefully counting the number of paths I passed so I wouldn't get lost.

(I'm not really familiar with this place. I mean, yeah. I sometimes come here to do some shopping, but I'm always with someone else.)

Unlike inside the castle, the probability of running into someone who might know me here was slim.

That was why I avoided walking alone like this to avoid getting lost.

(But not today. Because一)

Sasuke: "Hi, Mai."

Mai: "Sasuke! Long time no see!"

Sasuke: "Sorry for calling you out so suddenly."

Mai: "No, it's okay. Thanks for calling. What's up?"

Sasuke: "Let's go somewhere a little quieter."

Sasuke: "There's a teahouse nearby. If you don't mind, why don't we go there?"

Mai: "Sure!"

Sasuke: "Here you go. Want the one with the red bean paste on it?"

Mai: "Sure. Thanks."

Sasuke gave me a teacup and a plate with dangos on it.

(Wow, it's been a long time since I've had this.)

(It looks so yummy.)

Sasuke: "You must really love it."

Mai: "Huh?"

Sasuke: "The dango. Your eyes are sparkling."

Mai: "Really? It's been a while since I ate something sweet."

Mai: "I never imagined I would be eating in a teahouse in the Sengoku era with my friend."

Sasuke: "So this is your first time? That's surprising."

Mai: "Is it?"

------------Flashback------------

Sasuke: "One more thing, don't get deeply involved with the people of this time."

Mai: "What do you mean by getting deeply involved?"

Sasuke: "That is to say, don't fall in love. It might cloud your desire to return to the future."

Mai: "Love!? Nope! There is no way of that happening."

Sasuke: "I hope so."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Yeah, there's no way I'll fall in love.)

(Though, after living in the castle and interacting with everyone, my impression of them has changed drastically.)

(Everyone here is fighting and risking their lives for the sake of Japan.)

(Without them, the Japan we know in the future wouldn't exist.)

I realized that my fear had completely disappeared, which is why I needed to keep my distance.

Mai: "I'm not from this era, so doing something like that is irresponsible, and I can't get too deep into people I'll never see again."

Sasuke: "I see."

(One more month to go. If I can get over that, I can go back to my old life.)

(Also, there's my dream to work as a designer.)

I put my mind to it and took a bite of the dango.

Mai: "Wow, yummy! Hey, want some?"

Sasuke: "Mai."

He turned toward me with a slightly strained look on his face, and even through his glasses, I could see the puzzled look in his eyes.

(I wonder why. I have a bad feeling about this.)

Sasuke: "I need you to calm down and listen."

Sasuke: "There's a chance we might not make it back to the future."

Mai: *pant* *pant*

After parting with Sasuke, I ran as fast as I could down the road to the castle, and as soon as I entered my room, I sat down slumped on the floor.

(How is this possible?)

(I can't believe the wormhole suddenly disappeared.)

Sasuke's explanation was quite simple. The wormhole we thought would appear in three months had been acting strangely for some time.

And last night, it seemed to have completely deviated from the data on which it was based.

Now he doesn't know when or where it will appear or even if it will appear in the first place.

I can't get Sasuke's pained voice out of my head as he apologizes repeatedly.

(It's not Sasuke's fault.)

(Now that this happened, I need to find what I can do and take action.)

(But一)

I was supposed to become a designer for a small fashion brand in the future, but in this turbulent world, I am a nobody, despite my given titles of princess and chatelaine.

(What can I do?)

I sighed as sweat ran down my face.

???: "Mai, are you in there?"

Mai: "----!"

(This voice一)

I got up and opened the door to find Hideyoshi standing there, smiling.

Hideyoshi: "Sorry to interrupt. I came here to talk to you."

Mai: "Talk?"

Hideyoshi asked me to help out the seamstresses in the castle.

Feeling as if I was being offered a helping hand, I nodded in agreement.

Because of this, I had to accompany them on shopping trips to distant places as part of my work.

It was during this time I received the news of the attack on Azuchi Castle.

(Maybe the disappearance of the wormhole was a sign of this.)

(What's going to happen to this country if the future that was supposed to happen disappears even after saving Nobunaga's life?)

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

Mai: "Waah!"

(Where did you come from!?)

I hurriedly closed the guidebook and immediately saw him.

Mitsuhide: "What's that?"

Mai: "Um, I got this book while shopping. I thought it might come in handy."

Mitsuhide: "Oh? You're quite dedicated to your work."

Mitsuhide: "I'd let you read it, but the castle is not a suitable place for that right now."

Mai: "Okay. Um, you all are safe, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes."

(Thank goodness.)

Though I knew about it from the news, it was still a relief to hear it from him directly.

Mitsuhide: "But this is just the beginning."

Mitsuhide: "By the hand of that man, Japan is about to change again."

(Huh?)

Mai: "That man?"

Mitsuhide: "Are you curious?"

Mai: "Well, yeah. You're talking about the perpetrator, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes."

Mitsuhide: "Kicho."

Mitsuhide: "That's the name of the man who destroyed Tenshu and ignited sparks in this turbulent world."

Nobunaga: "Mai, you're back."

Mai: "Yes. Long time no see."

Nobunaga: "I didn't expect you to volunteer to attend a military council."

Mai: "I've been thinking about a lot of things. Please let me hear at least what you have to say."

I bowed my head deeply, and the air in the hall grew heavy, causing me to move awkwardly.

(I've only attended a few meetings, but today's tension is even worse than usual.)

(That's how serious the situation is.)

The military councils that had been held over the past three months were mainly about skirmishes that were taking place in various places.

As the chatelaine, I was occasionally called in to share information, but the talks were full of unfamiliar names of places, which made me feel like an outsider.

(I'm not from here.)

(Until now, I've been a bystander, but that's no longer the case.)

???: "Heh? So you're the rumored princess?"

???: "Mai, right? You have very nice eyes."

Mai: "Thank you."

(He suddenly praised me!)

Keiji: "I'm Keiji Maeda. The most eccentric guy in the Oda army."

Keiji: "Don't be shy. Feel free to call me Keiji."

Mai: "Okay. Nice to meet you, Keiji."

Keiji: "Yeah. Now that I've said my name, this guy is next."

???: "Whoa!"

Keiji's large hand slapped the back of the young man next to him.

The young man turned his large eyes toward us, his soft hair swinging along with his hair accessory.

Ranmaru: "I'm Ranmaru Mori. Lord Nobunaga's page."

Ranmaru: "I prefer it if you could talk to me less formally, just like Lord Keiji."

Mai: "Then I'll call you Ranmaru."

Ranmaru: "Hehe, okay."

(Keiji has a friendly smile, and Ranmaru has an idol-like smile.)

(I guess I was so nervous that I didn't notice the two of them.)

Mitsuhide: "They've both been away from the castle for a while."

Mitsuhide: "Keiji returned after getting information that there was going to be an attack, and Ranmaru returned after seeing the attack."

Masamune: "It's pretty impressive that he went undercover at the mastermind's place."

Mai: "So that means Keiji was with Kicho!?"

(That's so bold of him!)

Nobunaga: "You know Kicho?"

Mai: "Yes. Mitsuhide just told me earlier, but do you know him too?"

Ieyasu: "Of course. He was originally a member of the Oda army."

Mai: "What!?"

Hideyoshi: "We were friends who wanted to accomplish unification."

Hideyoshi: "He disappeared three years ago and has been missing ever since, but I never thought he would rebel."

Hideyoshi gripped his fist tightly as his expression contorted一a mixture of anger and sadness.

Nobunaga: "We can't let him do what he wants any longer."

Nobunaga: "But he is a tricky man. We need to know his moves as soon as possible to take countermeasures."

Mai: "That's why Keiji came back, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Do you think we dared him to attack the Tenshu of this castle?"

Mitsuhide: "Do you think we allowed the enemy to get close enough for the iron ball to reach?"

Mai: "No. But that means..."

Mitsunari: "That's the unknown threat."

Mitsunari: "Even if you check every possible book in the library at Azuchi Castle, you won't find that big cannon."

Masamune: "That's why we need information."

Ieyasu: "But it won't be easy."

Ieyasu: "We've already located him, but he knows the faces and names of our soldiers."

(I see. That's why the Oda army is at a disadvantage.)

(Kicho is their former comrade, and he is acquainted with all of them.)

Mai: "Oh..."

Mitsuhide: "What's wrong?"

Mai: "He never met me before."

The words that slipped out of my mouth caught everyone's attention.

(What should I do? I feel like I said something really unnecessary!)

(But I'm the one who decided not to be a bystander.)

(For that reason, I have to make sense of my being here.)

Mai: "I'll go. No, let me go!"

At that time, I still didn't know the horrors of the battlefield that I had yet to see, the sorrow carried by a justice that would shake Japan, and the life-shaking moments of falling in love.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lord Kicho, excuse me."

Kicho: "Yeah."

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[sulky-valkyrie]

Val! Can I get "there’s nothing you could have done." for Fenris/Anders?

You know it 💜 Honorable mention to @shardsof-stars because she'd requested a wee bit of Fenders on the run after the boom, and these two ideas ended up all tangled and muddied together and it doesn't quite use the dialogue and it doesn't quite have them on the run, but I'd like to think it fits the spirit (heh, Jsutice pun) of both thoughts

for @dadrunkwriting

Kirkwall was burning, and Meredith had gone mad.  Or maybe Meredith's madness was why Kirkwall was burning.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.  No, that wasn't right.  It hadn't been supposed to keep going after this.  No, that wasn't right either.  He wasn't supposed to keep going.  

Boom, Justice and I are free.

It was supposed to be a symbol, a spark to light the fires of the world, to force Thedas to confront its prejudices, and to remind mages they could fight back.  And fight back they had, but Anders had never expected it like this.  A summary execution should’ve been his fate, or a show trial and a chance for him to make his case for the end of the Circles before being sentenced to death.

He hadn't accounted for Meredith's paranoia.  Well, he hadn't accounted for it enough.  Or her hatred.  Bloody knickerweasels, he'd confessed to her damn face, and she'd still blamed the whole of the Gallows and called for an Annulment.

Granted, he might still die today.  Orsino had nearly turned himself into a fucking abomination in a futile act of defiance and despair.  He shuddered.  If not for Merrill and her own demon, things would've been so much worse.  And it was bad enough already.

Meredith's sword sang with an oily discordant wrongness, jangling at his nerves and setting Justice on edge as she cut down her own people.  Even half an hour ago, the sight of Templars losing their guts and screaming would’ve given him grim satisfaction, but now, it was simply grim.  They fought against her as fiercely as they'd fought with her, and died just as easily.

He threw every spell he could, even healing fucking Cullen when the statues came to life and one batted him across the courtyard, but it still wasn't enough.  Over a dozen people stood against her, but they were starting to tire, and Meredith seemed unstoppable.  At least the rest of the Gallows mages made it out through the tunnels.

A whistle caught his attention, bright and piercing as it cut through the clatter of battle.  A whistle that sounded like -

"Ancestors balls, we can't leave you alone for one minute, can we?"

He glanced down and smiled, even as his heart clenched in fear.  "Siggy, babe, you're in the wrong place."

"Nah, we've been tracking that shit –" she waved a dagger toward Meredith "– for years. Good job making her show it."

"Is that what I did?" Anders asked sarcastically.  "Jolly good for me then."

A volley of fiery boulders rained down from the sky, battering Meredith to the ground. Velanna's work, no doubt.  

The new threat was apparently enough to send Meredith over the edge.  She looked as deranged as a blood mage as she climbed to her feet and shouted, “I will not be defeated!”

As she thrust her sword in the air, the horrible jangling feeling ramped up, like it was trying to crush his skull and burst it open from the inside at the same time, Sigrun winced and gritted her teeth. Interesting.  He'd assumed it had something to do with being a mage, or Justice's sensitivity to lyrium, but Sigrun was neither mage nor possessed.  

Interesting, but a question for a later time.  Even if he’d had the time to think about it, the pressure on his mind made everything blank with pain, as bad as what he remembered of the Joining, and when he started to worry that it might actually kill him, the damn sword exploded.

Shards of red lyrium flew out, but, for once, Templars actually came in handy.  What they didn’t block with their shields they blocked with their bodies, however unintentionally, leaving Hawke and the rest of Anders’ former-comrades unscathed.  At least they’ll be alive to hate me.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here."  Sigrun's hand caught his and she started to pull him away.  

Not how any of this was supposed to happen.  He resisted on reflex, but she was a Warden too, and built like bronto.  A small one, but a bronto nonetheless, full of densely packed muscle and maddening persistence.  

"Mage!"  Suddenly Fenris was there, tearing him from Sigrun's grasp and snarling, "You won't take him!"

His vehemence was a shock.  Fenris had barely spoken two sentences to him since the Chantry had exploded, but here he was, defending him again. Fruitlessly.  Anders had always known death would be the only escape from the Wardens.  "Fenris, there's nothing you can do," he sighed.

"Venhedis!”  He put his arm across Anders’ chest and glared at Sigrun.  “You won’t take him,” he repeated.

Sigrun held up her hands, not quite in surrender, but an obvious gesture of goodwill and grinned.  “Stones, Anders, you’ve been making friends again, haven’t you?”

“Er… in a way?”  He pushed Fenris’ arm down gently.  “What do you want with me?”

Before she could answer the paving stones shattered as a tangled mass of roots forced its way up next to her and Velanna stepped out, face pinched in even more irritation than usual.  “What are you standing around for, let’s go!”

Fenris reached for his sword.  “He goes nowhere he doesn’t wish to.”

“Oh for the Maker’s sake, Fenris, please,” Anders said before turning back to Velanna.  “Where are we going?”

She rolled her eyes.  “Where do you think?  The Chantry will be baying for your blood any moment now!  You know as well as I do that the Deep Roads are the safest place for you.”

He shuddered at the suggestion, but couldn’t find a fault in her logic.  I should’ve planned for this better.  He glanced back at Hawke, still arguing with Varric.  Probably about him.  He inhaled slowly and rubbed at his face.  “Let’s go.”

Sigrun and Velanna nodded, then headed toward the docks.  As Anders moved to follow them, Fenris fell in step behind him.  “You may be a fool, but you're my fool.”  His voice was soft, but challenging.  Daring Anders to argue with him, just like old times, yet nothing like them at all.

Debate wouldn’t solve this.  He was a fool.  Foolish to believe Meredith would blame the right man.

“I’m sorry.”  Once the apology fell from his mouth, the words wouldn’t stop, a rush of everything he’d wanted to say since he’d started planning this.  “I should’ve - I’m not sorry I did it, but I wish it hadn’t come to it, and I’m sorry she made it worse, but there was nothing you could’ve done.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, or Hawke - sorry that I used you, that I lied about –”

Fenris pushed him to the wall and cupped his chin.  “Hush, mage.  You think there was nothing I could’ve done?  You asked for explosives: saltpeter and flammable stone.  You asked for help distracting the Grand Cleric.  Nothing I could’ve done?”  He kissed him softly.  “Anders, I did everything, not nothing, and I’m not leaving you for this or anything else, and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

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[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Patience

Jaune laid on his bed after rough day of training. Ozpin took control of Oscar today and ramped his and Noctis's training tenfold. Even with his fast healing, he still felt sore. Sitting next to him was Yang, staring at him quizzically.

Yang: Jaune? You okay?

Jaune: Huh? O-Oh yeah, I-I'm fine. *sits up* W-Why? What's up?

Yang: ...that's what I was gonna ask you. You invited me to your room and didn't say a word to me since.

Jaune: Oh. Um, well, I... I kinda wanted to talk about what we're dealing with.

Yang: The Haven situation?

Jaune: Not just that. It's everything. I mean, just last year, the only thing we had to worry about were Team CRDL being a bunch of jerks. Now we find out there are gods, girls who can do magic, these relic things and a witch to top it all off. *deep sigh* I'm starting to think we're in way over our heads.

Jaune felt an oddly warm touch of metal and looked down to see Yang holding his hand. He looked back up and saw her frowning. Her lilac eyes looked dull, as if all the joy had left her.

Yang: To tell you the truth, I think so too. All I really wanted to do was get Ruby back. But now we're dragged back into this mess and it's not gonna get any easier.

Jaune: Well... what's stopping us from walking away from this? We don't have to do this, you know? We could all just start fresh. Let Ozpin deal with this himself.

Yang shook her head. She couldn't believe how selfish he was sounding right now.

Yang: Jaune, listen to me, *turns to face him* if we really could walk away from this, don't you think we would've done it already? This isn't exactly how I imagined ending up. But if we're not gonna stand up to Salem, who else is there?

Jaune: There has to be some other huntsmen and huntresses more capable than us, though. Why would Ozpin put his faith in a bunch of kids?

Yang: Because we've faced these dangers and we know it better than they do. Think about what we've lost. Vale, Lucis, Beacon. It's all gone now. *clenches fist* If we don't join him, all of Remnant is gonna end up just like them or worse... and that's not a world I want to live in.

Jaune stared into Yang's eyes and turned himself to her. A newfound fire was burning in his heart.

Jaune: I don't wanna live in that world either. I'm just scared.

Yang: So am I. *smiles* But we're not facing this alone. Haven won't fall like Beacon did.

Jaune and Yang continued staring into each other's eyes. They leaned in closer and Yang closed hers. Jaune was about to do the same, but hesitated and dragged himself back. Yang momentarily opened her eyes and gasped faintly. What were they doing?

Yang; Oh no. J-Jaune, I'm so sorry-

Jaune: N-No, that was my fault. I shouldn't have-

Yang: No don't say that I- I should probably go.

Jaune: Yang, wait!

Yang shook her head and reached for the door, frantically leaving the room. Jaune's arm was still outreached. Clenching his fist, he growled quietly. What was he thinking? He didn't mean to scare her like that. His chest was aching at the thought that Yang would hate him. Tears fell from his eyes as he sank to the floor. He didn't want to face it, but the truth was that he started to fall for her. It had been a month since they arrived in Mistral and he and Yang had been through so much together. He wanted to be with her so much. But in the back of his mind, he thought of Pyrrha and the pain that casued him was unbearable. It was tearing him apart.

Jaune: 🎶Just have a little patience.

Still hurting from a love I lost

I'm feeling your frustration

But any minute all the pain will stop🎶

Outside the door, Yang was sitting down, crying to herself.

Yang: 🎶Just hold me close inside your arms tonight

Don't be too hard on my emotions🎶

Jaune/Yang: 🎶'Cause I need time

My heart is numb, has no feeling

So while I'm still healing

Just try and have a little patience🎶

Yang: 🎶I really wanna start over again

I know you wanna be my salvation

The one that I can always depend🎶

Jaune: *pounds ground with his fist* 🎶I'll try to be strong, believe me

I'm trying to move on

It's complicated but understand me🎶

Jaune/Yang: 🎶'Cause I need time

My heart is numb, has no feeling

So while I'm still healing

Just try and have a little patience, yeah🎶

Jaune: 🎶Have a little patience, yeah🎶

Yang: 🎶'Cause these scars run so deep🎶

Jaune/Yang: 🎶It's been hard

But I have to believe

Have a little patience

Have a little patience🎶

Jaune/Yang: 🎶Woah, 'cause I, I just need time

My heart is numb, has no feeling

So while I'm still healing

Just try, and have a little patience

Have a little patience

My heart is numb, has no feeling

So while I'm still healing

Just try and have a little patience🎶

The two of them breathed in deep and stared at the door between them.

Jaune: Yang...

Yang: Jaune...

Jaune/Yang: I'll wait for you.

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