#Angst/fluff

[sweetcalebb]

zayne is jealouss !

you're at a study session with zayne and a few other classmates. you think everything is fine, but zayne is completely losing it <3

college au!

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Zayne was never one for jealousy. Never. He had nothing to be jealous of.

So for a moment, he couldn't tell what it was he felt when he watched you, giggling at something your classmate said. Couldn't name the disgusting churning in his gut, or the even worse tightening in his chest.

Just knew it wasn't... right. Unfamiliar.

Zayne swallowed hard, adjusting the collar of his shirt as if that might beat back the heat crawling up his neck and turning back to his laptop.

He should’ve stayed home. Said he was busy. Anything to get out of this. He worked better when he was alone, anyway.

Well..

He worked better alone. With you.

His eyes darted up to you. Quick. Fast. The kind of look anyone would miss if they didn't know Zayne well enough. He looked away, jaw ticking.

Get a grip.

Zayne had no right to feel this... whatever it was. You weren't his.

But you kept laughing.

Kept getting distracted from your work.

Kept distracting Zayne from his work.

He sat there, eyes skimming over the pages like he was actually reading, but he wasn't. He couldn't. Everything was just a jumble of letters and broken syllables.

Then he said something again—another joke probably. And you laughed. Again. Zayne's grip on his pen tightened, knuckles turning white.

What could possibly be so funny, anyway?

Quiet conversations buzzed around him. Classmates helping each other, talking about the latest lectures, but he was focused on you.

You with the upward curl of your lips and crinkle of your eyes.

Zayne wasn't looking at you. He couldn't.

But he could picture it. Because he knew that look. Seen it a thousand times and burned it into his mind and now some other guy was—

Zayne sighed, bringing his fingers up to his temple and rubbing small circles. He couldn't think right. And it was all because of you. Because you were sitting across from him, sounding sickeningly comfortable with someone else.

"Zaaayne."

Zayne blinked, turning to the girl beside him.

"Where did you get that answer?"

He blinked, his gaze drifting toward you. You were already looking at him, that sweet smile pulling at your lips. The devastating kind.

Zayne swallowed hard, turning back toward the girl. "Page 45."

The girl grinned. "Thank you!"

"Mm."

Zayne looked at you again. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't help himself. And there it was again, that smile that made his breath catch and his chest squeeze.

You shouldn't have such an effect on him. Because while he was losing his mind thinking about you and the little things he tried so hard to forget but just couldn't, you were completely oblivious. Unbothered.

He wanted to be unbothered too.

Zayne's throat worked around nothing as he stood up. He couldn't do this anymore.

Your eyes followed him. "Are you heading back now?"

Zayne didn't look at you. Just nodded a quiet, "Yeah," as he shoved his laptop into his bag a little too hard. He didn't mean to.

And of course, you decided to leave with him.

The walk back to your dorm was quiet. Zayne was quieter. He was still reeling, still feeling the sting of your laughter deep in his gut.

"Did I do something?"

Zayne blinked down at you, his lips parting on a silent breath. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know.." You shrugged. "You're just.. quieter than usual."

Zayne sighed, his brows pinching together slightly. "No. You didn't do anything."

"Okay, then what's wrong?"

Zayne hesitated. Because what was he supposed to say? 'I didn't like the way you laughed for another guy.' That was obsessive. Borderline toxic, if he really squinted.

"Nothing."

He could feel your stare boring into the side of his head, but he didn't look. If he did, he'd crack.

"Zayne."

His pulse jumped. His name sounded different this time. Stern. A warning disguised as softness.

Zayne let out a soft exhale. "It..." He paused, heart pounding in his chest. "It just got loud."

Your steps slowed. "Loud..?"

There was a beat of silence, the cold air nipping at his skin as he waited for something else, for you to call out his bullshit again, even if he wasn't completely lying.

"You mean.. me? Was I being too loud?"

Silence.

"Zayne."

"You just.." His sentence trailed off when he looked at you again. You looked upset—brows furrowed together, lips pursed with a frown, eyes a little softer. He bit the inside of his cheek before tearing his gaze away. "It’s not important."

He shoved his hands in his coat, letting them fist into tight balls, as if that might help keep everything down. "You did nothing."

Then silence again. But it was uncomfortable now. Heavy, like both of you were just waiting to snap.

"I'm not your boyfriend."

The world seemed to still. Because what the hell possessed him to blurt that out? To say something so brazen and so mortifyingly embarrassing?

"..What?"

That was all you could say.

Zayne's head spun. He couldn't stop now. For all the restraint he'd worked so hard for, he was still weak.

"I don't have any right to feel.. the way I feel when you.." The words died on his tongue. "I know I shouldn't.."

"Feel what, Zayne? You're not.." You paused—and then your lips curled into a slow, dawning smile. And Zayne saw it from the corner of his eye, the way you finally seemed to get it.

A blush crept up his cheeks. Red. Warm.

"Wait. Are you.. jealous?"

Zayne stared at you. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was blanking. He was blanking so hard. Before he could make himself look any dumber, he turned away. "Don't look at me like that."

You couldn't help the squeal that bubbled out of your chest. Zayne should've been annoyed, should've reminded you that you guys were on campus, but he didn't.

"You're jealous!"

"It's not a big deal," Zayne muttered, his cheeks growing hotter as he stepped into the dorm building with you.

"Not a big deal?" you scoffed. "Zayne has a little crush on me and I'm supposed to act normal?"

A subtle smile tugged at his lips. You were cute. Infuriatingly cute.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." His smile faltered when he realized you guys were at your dorm already. He inhaled, a pang of disappointment settling in his chest.

You stopped outside, smiling. Zayne was cute when he was flustered. "Zayne."

"Yes?"

"You have every right to be jealous." Zayne froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. He couldn't read your tone. Couldn't tell whether you were joking or if this was a confession.

"Because I've been jealous too. For months. And I didn't know if I was allowed to be."

You were going to ruin him. Zayne knew it then when you told him that, all soft and pleading. And honestly? He knew he'd let you. Would willingly fall right into it.

And as if he wasn't already reeling, you continued, "I wanted to be."

A small silence settled over you. Zayne was still trying to process everything, and you were trying to fight back the furious blush spreading across your cheeks. Then, slowly, you leaned up, cupped his face, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Zayne."

Zayne blinked, lips parting. "Hm—Uh—Goodnight.."

He stood there for a second after you closed the door, blinking.

Your face flashed in his mind. The sweet little smile that curled your lips. The pretty pink tint of your lips. Then the way you squealed when he admitted he was jealous.

You liked him. You actually liked him back.

Zayne let out a huff, his chest swelling.

You liked him.

[clare-875]

Doubt (Zoro x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Zoro x Female Reader Summary: An offhanded comment makes you insecure, but Zoro is there to reassure you in his own way. Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Ussop's unintentionally mean in the beginning? [One Piece Masterlist] ______

It was a passing comment; one you knew you shouldn't look into, one that meant no harm. But the words hit you harder than you thought it would. You had been talking rapidly about your adventures from the last island you and your crew had visited. There, you had all fought enemies, saved new friends and eaten together; the same old. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp had been listening eagerly matching your grin with keen interest in your tale as the crew had once again been split up on your journey. You spoke of the obscure things you saw on your side of the adventure, the enemies you faced and how they compared to those your crew had fought, the new fighting methods you had mastered, the people you met; everything. You hear Luffy's laugh brimmed with light humour as Chopper's eyes gleamed when you spoke of how you dealt the finishing blow on your opponent. You probably should've noticed how long you had been talking and exclaiming but you were lost in your glee, so much so that you didn't realise until Usopp spoke out with a teasing grin.

"Damn [y/n], you can sure talk a lot." You stop your story short at his teasing words meeting his mischievous gaze with a roll of your eyes. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Chopper nods eyes determinedly looking to Usopp as Luffy starts to doze off once his initial interest has passed. "Yeah, I wanna hear [y/n] tell their story!" Chopper exclaims from beside you as you smile at his excited and adorable form. Usopp sweatdrops at the sudden ridicule aimed at him and tries to backtrack on his words, only to make things worse. "I didn't mean anything bad about it- I just mean like you're so talkative and outspoken- and you know Zoro's-" Your eyes turn to him in surprise as he mentions your boyfriend. "Zoro?" You ask as you raise your brow. What has he got to do with this? "Yeah well, Zoro's so reserved and nonchalant, I just guess it surprised me that you got together- I mean, Zoro doesn't seem like one to tolerate people that- I mean, that came out wrong-" You can't help but frown at his words as he continues to ramble and you listen to what he implies. Was that really what Usopp thought; was it what the crew thought? That you were "too much", that Zoro was just tolerating you?

"I just meant-" Usopp starts to panic now as he sees the fall of your features at his misplaced words, making it seem that you were a burden, but Sanji's voice rings through to cut him off before he can try to redeem himself. "[y/n]-san~ dinner's ready!" You turn to see the love-lost cook burst out from within the kitchen now looking down to you from where you sat on the deck of the ship. His facade quickly falls however as his eyes sharpen towards the men that surround you. "Oi, Usopp, Chopper, wake Luffy and hurry or there'll be none for you!" You turn to your friends as Sanji whizzes away in search of the other female members of the crew. You give Chopper and Usopp a smile despite them seeing how it didn't gleam as it usually did. "Come on, let's go. Hey Luffy!" You then nudge your Captain purposefully as he sits up in confusion. "[y-y/n]?" You sigh at his drowsy state but go towards the kitchen. "Dinner!" You say, and the three all promptly follow to the dining room.

When you sit down at the dining table, you would have thought you'd forget the brief inclinations of Usopp's words just moments earlier, but you didn't. It suddenly made you self-conscious, made you think so deeply into the conversation you had, despite you knowing better; it was just Usopp taking things too far as usual. But then it made you think about all the interactions you had with your boyfriend. You remember all the instances you would speak animatedly about your day, talking while he trained or lay around the ship. Was it annoying to him? You think of his reaction, he didn't seem too fazed when you did. But he never seemed invested either, merely a nod of his head or an odd grunt of acknowledgement. Then, your thoughts go deeper. You think of the instances you would seek him out, you think of every time you showered him with affection behind closed doors, thought of every brush of your hand against his and every move you made.

Was it too much? Was I too much?

Tolerating; is that the word you would use to describe Zoro's demeanour to you? But the more you thought the more you saw how you were the one seeking him out the most, the one talking the most, the one giving affection the most. And the more you thought the more you realised you never took the time to see if Zoro actually enjoyed it; your constant want to be in his presence. You knew you were being stupid. You knew that there were more than enough ways that Zoro showed his love to you in return. You would hear his murmured words, notice small actions, would see affection deep within his eyes. After all, Zoro was nothing if not confident; he would never agree to a relationship unless he truly wanted it; unless he truly adored you. Yet you let the small comments churn within you, buried insecurity rising as you notice your differences. You feel dread next. He wouldn't leave you for it, would he?

You are so lost in your thoughts you don't notice said man walking into the dining room, skin slick with the efforts of his afternoon workout as he makes a beeline for his spot; his spot next to you. Zoro sees you absentmindedly sitting in your seat and nudges you causing you to realise that he is now present. You smile at him then, "Hey Zoro," you grin but Zoro sees slight hesitance in your eyes and your lack of prying words or subtle affection. He nods but decides not to question it as Sanji then puts out the dinner for everyone to share and soon everyone around you is lost to the prospect of food. As you go for your share watching as crew members devour Sanji's new creation you find yourself timid as you look around you. Your friends are shouting and talking and eating joyously, and though you would often be the centre of the overly animated show of dinner, you suddenly feel so drained from your thoughts; almost sad. There is a gnawing feeling of vulnerability in your chest pulled open by the words shared earlier, but you can't help but feel like you're overreacting.

"Oi, are you okay?" You turn in surprise at Zoro's passive words as he goes for another cup of sake sharp eye trained on you. He had noticed how you hadn't filled the air with your vibrant words, talking about all that had happened in the short time you had left him to his workout. He noticed how you, usually up and shouting with the crew as they did now, sat rooted to your spot just eating. He noticed how your eyes didn't shine with the usual mirth they usually did. Sure, he wasn't one to be as talkative as you, or openly share his affections as you did, but it was one of his favourite things about you. Being able to just listen to your joyous voice, feel your love in so many ways, and have you by his side; the one he would protect till the end of time. You, surprised to see that he had actually taken the liberty to notice feel your heart constrict at his care but shake your head nonetheless. "I'm fine."

Only, maybe you weren't.

When evening came, you merely kissed the corner of his face before turning to your side of the bed. No long nightly rants, no excitable or adoring words, no cuddling like you usually begged. Zoro shook off his concern however, thinking you just needed a moment like he sometimes did. That night he slept horribly without you in his arms. When morning came and you awoke to his absence as he left for his early morning workout, you didn't seek him out as you usually did. That morning, Zoro found it strange when you didn't grace him with your lively presence as you usually did. The teasing words as you watched him work, the abundance of plans you shared for the day, your sweet pout as you asked for his attention. Yes, he would merely blush fiercely or nod passively or roll his eyes but the chime of your laughter as he did made his heart warm. The lack of you left the empty spot in the crow's nest cold where you usually sat. These happenings became the entire day, which followed into the week, and despite Zoro putting off his concern earlier, now he was confused and annoyed.

Had he done something wrong?

On your end, you were merely trying your best. You tried to limit your conversations with him, the touch of your hand to his, the engulfing of his form, the kissing of his face. And it honestly hurt. You felt so urgently the need to be by his side, you craved him and yet each time you tried to push away your insecurity, it ate up at you and you hesitated. Was I too much? Would he be annoyed? Would he leave? Was I a burden? So, you didn't. For a week you tried, but you could feel yourself breaking. Currently, you were sitting at the dining room table as Sanji was prepping for the day's lunch. You let out a deep sigh full of sadness, and Sanji, with that woman-radar of his, turned at your blatant dismay. Many of the in-tune members of the crew had noticed the lack of vibrancy in your figure and the much more irritable form of Zoro. "What's wrong [y/n]-san?" You look up to see the blond-haired man looking at you with an unusual seriousness in his eyes; concern. You have seen that a lot this week.

"Nothing's wrong Sanji," you say with a tired smile. But Sanji frowns at you, seeing clearly through your words. "It's that damn Marimo isn't it?" You look up surprised to see that Sanji now has raging anger consuming him. There is literally fire in his eyes as he turns to the door readying to go beat up your boyfriend. "Damn, moss-head thinks he can take poor [y/n]-san's heart away from me and then break it so carelessly, I'll show him what-" You quickly get up stopping Sanji and hoping to prevent a seemingly unlawful murder. "Wait! Sanji it's not him!" Sanji sobers quickly at the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder holding him back as he turns to you in surprise. He then frowns and surprises you when he looks at you with confusion, "Then what-" He is quickly cut off by the slam of the door as an angry-looking swordsman quickly enters the fray. His sharp eyes travel from your hand to where it still clutched Sanji's shoulder, then to your frozen gaze and then to Sanji's.

"Damn cook! Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!" Sanji's eyes blaze instantly at that and before you know it the two are fighting like deranged idiots. You observe the suddenly escalated scene in surprise hearing insults thrown left to right and the flurry of limbs as they try to take a chunk out of each other. You then, laugh. It fills you slightly and then it hits you fully. How much you missed Zoro, how much you missed the normalcy even if it was just watching two overpowered idiots fight as they usually did. Zoro turns at the melodic sound of your laughter pausing in his fight as Sanji's eyes turn to hearts at the sound. It had been so long since he heard it; since he saw you as you usually were. A warm hand encapsulates your arm and you look up to see that it is Zoro, now taking you from the kitchen in silence much to the dismay of Sanji.

When the two of you reach your shared room, he turns to you, form tense once again as he forces his words to you. "Okay [y/n], what's actually wrong? You've been avoiding me all week. You haven't come once to the crow's nest. You haven't done the usual shit you do.-" You look up at your boyfriend's unusually frustrated form listening off the things you haven't done that week and you feel your heart brim at his concern. You feel stupid. "I'm sorry." You cut him off as he turns to you, and you look up to him hesitantly. "I- I just thought you know, it might've been annoying to you?" You advert your eyes when his eyebrows raise in surprise. "I'm just so used to sharing everything, and I sometimes get carried away, I just thought- what if-?" You stop yourself as a familiar tugging your heart weighs you down. You hear a deep sigh. "[y/n], is this what this week has been all about?" You nod as you trace the floor with your eyes. "I just didn't want you to leave me."

You feel it then, the strong embrace of your boyfriend's arms, toned with his training and warm against your form. He sighs once again at your words as he rolls his eyes despite you not seeing. "You're an idiot you know that?" You laugh slightly against his chest as you relish the feeling of him after what felt like so long. Zoro doesn't know how to comfort; it was out of his capabilities but you felt it within his arms. His reassurance, his love and the fact that he had missed you too. Suddenly you are overcome with emotion at the fact that you let such small insecurity cause you to waste so much time with the man you adored. "M'sorry, it's just Usopp was saying and I-" Zoro tenses at your words releasing you as he stares into the depths of your eyes. "Usopp?" You freeze then, realising your mistake as you see his signature murderous aura extend from his form. "W-wait Zoro." But he has flown through the door quicker than you can force him to stay and you hear the darkly uttered words at the crew's sniper.

"Usopp, so this was all your fault huh?"

"W-wait [y/n]- tell him I didn't mean it, I'm sorry-"

You watch as he tries to evade your boyfriend's wrath but he merely sees the reason you have been sulking all week; why he had suffered the whole week. You just laugh at the comical sight, free of your doubt and reminded that despite your differences the both of you would be just fine.

[messylxve]

bewitched | aaron hotchner x reader

contains: little angst, lotta fluff; bad date; hints at stalking (barely); idiots in love; laufey inspired fic

credit to @enchanthings-a for border

You sat alone on the cold wet bench outside of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating in and all you could do was pull your thin sweater tighter around you. You could hear chattering from inside, taunting and reminding you of your embarrassment. 

Around you, the city continued on with indifference; cars moving by and momentarily illuminating you before forgetting you ever existed. 

Your phone sat in your lap, the last four messages you sent to your date left read, but unanswered. 

Penelope set you up with him, claiming how he was exactly your type: the rugged, brooding, yet charming bad boy. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that wasn’t your type, but you also weren’t in a place to complain. 

So you got excited. Obsessed over what clothes you’d wear, anticipated the conversation that would come, imagined what it would look like dating this guy and the image of him you crafted in your head. 

A dry laugh escaped you at the thought as you threw your head back to blink away the tears. You could only imagine how you looked to the passerbys. 

But somewhere between the cars passing by and the muted chatting from the restaurant, you thought you were hallucinating the sound of a familiar someone calling your name. 

Maybe he was summoned by a strange twist of fate or even a cruel prank played by the universe to amplify your embarrassment, but seeing Hotch, ever put together in his suit and tie while you looked like a hot mess only made you pray a black hole would swallow you on the spot. 

“Hotch!” Your voice naturally pitched itself up and you attempted to wipe away your tears. “What are you doing here?” 

For a profiler you were a terrible actor. 

“I should ask you the same thing.” In a swift movement, he shrugged his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders, sitting next to you on the cold wet bench.

His touch was warm, the back of his fingers trailing across your arm so gently. It burned an imprint in your skin, but as soon as you got used to the feeling of his touch, he pulled away and adjusted his jacket over your shoulders. 

Your eyes lingered on his hands, watching the way they clenched shut. Only for a second. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” 

You looked up at him, startled for just a moment before you masked teasing smile over it. “Why are you so curious about my whereabouts Aaron.” 

You’ve called him Aaron so many times before. Late hours, long after everyone had gone home, a chair pulled up to his desk so the two of you would be side by side, bumping shoulders, making jokes. But something in the way you called his name this time and the way he didn’t smile, only stared through your facade, made your heart stutter. 

His response came with an air of hesitation, as if he was measuring, picking and choosing his words before he spoke them. “Because I care about you. And I’m allowed to be worried about you. Especially when I’m driving by and see you alone at night.”

Silence struck you, leaving you unsure of what words to muster up. 

“You don’t have to tell me, but at least let me take y–,” 

“He stood me up,” you let out a watery laugh, one attempting to cover up every other emotion that rushed forward with the burning embarrassment in your chest. “I didn’t even wanna go but Penelope insisted. Then I was stupid enough to get excited and god I just feel so dumb.” 

You hated looking and feeling like this in front of him. You wiped each tear as quickly as they came, but they still fell. 

“Here.” He handed you a tissue, his voice only a whisper on the cold night air.  “Did you drive here yourself?” 

You took the tissue from his hands with a sniff, doing your best to wipe your face clear of tears. “Penelope dropped me off. I guess she assumed he’d take me home or whatever.” 

Hotch sat in silence, thinking. You could see the gears turning in his head. Not in the ways he would when solving a case, trying to get into the head of an unsub. His expression was lighter this time, his brows no longer downturned and furrowed. Even his eyes seemed to be painted a lighter shade of brown. 

“Can I drive you home?” 

There were many truths you could state about Aaron Hotchner. How he has the brownest of eyes or how he has such an expressive face when he allows it, or just that he cares so much about each of his team members. But nothing could have prepared you for the way he pleaded with his eyes without even knowing it. He’d never force you to say yes to anything, so all he could do was hope, but the hope in his eyes was enough to make you go weak in the knees. 

“...yeah.” 

You watched as he rose from the bench and extended his hand to you, making you scoff out an amused laugh. 

“Don’t leave me hanging,” he smiled, shaking his hand for you to grab. With a smile and a roll of your eyes, you let your hand slip into his and let him walk you to his car. 

The car ride was quiet at first. Your eyes were closed, listening to the sound of the radio softly humming in the background and the cars passing by. When the car stopped and you felt the red glow of the streetlight glowing over you, you let your glance shift open to Aaron. 

But his eyes were already on you. 

In a moment of instincts he looked away, but like a force drawing him back, his eyes met yours again. 

“For what it's worth, you look beautiful tonight.” 

You felt your heart again, stumbling stupidly in your chest as he looked at you with this emotion in his eyes you weren’t confident enough to pinpoint. 

A small piece of you knew the truth hidden in his eyes, the part of you that could profile a disorganized serial killer with just a background and a few glances. But the bigger part of you, the part that cried on a bench after being stood up on a date, folded it away and shoved it under the rug. In fear and self-preservation. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Aaron.” 

You saw the green of the street light stretch across Aaron’s face before he could find some response to rival yours. With a half smile, he drove on, missing the turn to your apartment. 

“You went the wrong way,” you pointed, looking back to the street you were supposed to be on. 

“I know,” he smiled. “There’s a stop I wanted to make if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah no, that’s fine.” 

It wasn’t too far from your place, but eventually he pulled into the parking lot of a diner you’d never seen before. 

“You like burgers right?” 

Your lips parted as you looked over to him in disbelief. “Hotch–,” 

“Aaron. Don’t get formal with me now.” 

“Aaron, you don’t need to do all this for me.” 

“You were promised dinner.” His voice was light, a gentle smile on his lips. “It’d be rude if I dropped you off hungry.”

You watched as he stepped out of the car and made his way to your side, opening your door. Once more he offered a hand to you and once more, you accepted it with a laugh and a smile. 

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you, Aaron Hotchner, was once a leather jacket wearing, rule breaking bad boy?” 

Aaron could only laugh coyly as you pointed at him with a french fry and a never ending flow of laughter. 

“It was a rebellious phase,” he chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a subtle hue of embarrassment on his cheeks. “Performative if anything.” 

You squinted at him, barely able to hide the amusement on your lips. “Is that what you tell yourself?” 

You watched as his smile grew bigger, tilting his head at you. “You’re really funny.” 

A broad smile, reading smile adorned your lips. “I know.”

The diner was mostly quiet save for the few chattering at their own individual booths including you and Aaron. It was small and cozy, something you hadn’t expected from him, but sitting in front of him now, seeing him with his rare laugh that only few got to see, you felt safe; a warm feeling spreading through your chest, like a cup of tea on a cold evening. 

Just like Aaron’s laugh, the feeling was rare, but wholly welcomed. 

“Here’s your check.” An older woman smiled warmly at the two of you before placing down a milkshake with two straws. “Milkshake’s on the house. For the lovely couple.” 

“Oh we’re not–” But she was already gone. 

The two of you stared at the milkshake in front of you. Vanilla. 

“Well that's just,” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.  

“Yeah.” Hotch was left just as speechless as you. 

“Well…” you sighed deeply and smiled. “Perfectly good milkshake. S’not like it’ll kill us right?” 

The two of you were adults. You could have taken turns on who takes a sip so no space was invaded but somehow, both of your brains short-circuited as the two of you leaned in, taking a sip at the same time. 

It only lasted but a moment, but every inch of you lingered in his touch. 

His knuckles brushed against yours where you both grasped your own straws; a match meeting the striker of a matchbox. 

Your foreheads bumping softly together; the match striking against the box.

Your knees touch, bumping each other in the same way your shoulders would in those late office hours; spark flying between the match and the box. 

Eyes meet, his brows dipping down and yours pinching in as you each get lost in the unspoken. But you look away, you tuck your foot in, and you sit back in your chair. 

A match won’t always light when stricken. 

You missed the disappointment in his eyes when you pulled away

“You never told me,” you coughed, pulling Aaron’s suit coat closer to your chest absentmindedly. “What were you doing in the area anyways? You live on the other side of town.” 

“I–hm…I was–” It was strange seeing the usually stern and sure man, stammering at a single question. “Garcia might have let it slip where you were supposed to be.” 

An amused smile slipped onto your lips once more, the tension of the moment fizzing out as quickly as it came. “So you were looking for me,” you grinned. “You told me you just happened to find me.” 

Aaron looked away, his own coy smile sneaking his way on his expression. “Okay, maybe I overstepped a line…or two. Like I said, I care about you and I was worried. That doesn’t excuse me go–,” 

“Aaron Aaron, slow down.” You watched as he looked up at you with those brown eyes you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I’m grateful you were there. Really. I would probably still be crying on a park bench.” 

Your smile wasn’t broad or teasing as it was before, just one of genuine admiration. 

“Thank you Aaron.” 

“I hope your night didn’t turn out all too terrible.” 

The night was well broken in—hours past since your now-forgotten bad date. The two of you hung outside of your home, leaning on Aaron’s parked car comfortably. 

“With you? Never.” 

You smiled, looking up to him before nudging his shoulder. You still wore his jacket and even with it being many sizes too big, you wore it like it was your own. 

With a shiver and a yawn, you pulled it tighter against you as the wind picked up.

“Should probably turn in.” His hand was already in yours, tangled together somewhere between getting out of the car and now. Neither of you could remember exactly when. 

“No,” you groaned, as he attempted to pull you from the car. “You’re no fun.” 

Aaron grinned as you fell in stride with him, walking along the sidewalk that led to where you lived. “Weren’t you just telling me how a night with me is never bad?” 

“Hmm,” you hummed in thought, stopping in front of a set of stairs that lead to your home. “You said ‘I hope your night didn’t turn out too terrible’,” you mimicked with an exaggeratedly low voice, making him chuckle. “And I said, ‘With you? Never.’ The word ‘bad’ never left my mouth Mr. Hotchner.” 

“That’s the same thing and you know it.” His words were accusing but his smile and playful tone never wavered. 

“Look at the time,” you exclaimed, climbing up the stairs with a newfound speed. “I think it’s about time I turn in, don’t you.” 

Aaron laughed, watching as you backtracked out of the conversation. “I do think so.” 

With a final wave and smile, you grasped the knob of your door before suddenly turning around.

“Aaron!” 

“Yes?” 

His response was quick, his eyes expectant, as if he was waiting for the moment you’d call him back. Your words died on your tongue, lost in the way he stared at you with such intensity. Just like before, he was pleading with just his eyes. They were wide, his brows raised hopefully in your call.

“I, um…I forgot your jacket.” Your movements were slow at first as you shrugged it off, immediately missing the warmth it gave. 

By the time your arm stretched out to hand it back, he was just a step below you, his hand brushing against yours as you handed it to him. Wordlessly, he took the next step up, his full height comparing itself to yours. 

In a moment of pure impulse, he pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking a final step back. “I had fun tonight.” 

You didn’t know where to settle your eyes as he took another step down the stairs. “Me too.” 

You don’t quite remember turning away or putting in the key to get inside. One moment you were there, once more getting lost in all that was unsaid between the two of you, the next your back was pressed against the closed door inside your darkened apartment. 

You couldn’t even tell if you were breathing. All you could feel was the tingling feeling left from where Aaron’s lips touched your cheek. You felt like a teenager all over again, a broad smile spreading over your lips, a burning at your cheeks, and even butterflies in your stomach.

You were by no means an impulsive person. You couldn’t be in your line of work. Nearly everything you did had to be carefully measured in order for everything to work in the way you needed it to. It was rare you led with your heart and followed where your adrenaline guided you. 

It still existed in you though. A very small part that wanted you to follow your immediate impulses. For the first time in a long time you let that small part of you take charge. 

You surged forward and threw open the door, expecting to see him climbing into his car or driving off down the street. 

What you didn’t expect was to see him, standing right at your doorstep, prepared to knock at your door. 

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say. Maybe some love confession or great reveal to how you truly feel, but it all died when your eyes fell on him. 

But you didn’t need to say a single word. Not to Aaron. Everything you ever wanted to say was spelled clearly in your eyes for him to read. 

Just like you, Aaron was not an impulsive person. But in the rare moment when he’d run into a building without back up or he’d take charge of a case that wasn’t his to investigate, he’d let his gut lead in front of his brain. 

And so he kissed you. 

You could barely process it, it happened so fast. One moment he was standing there, wordlessly. Helplessly. The next moment his hands were on you, both cupping your face carefully as if he was afraid you’d shatter in his hold. 

But you were holding him tightly. One grasping his wrist and the other finding home on his chest. You held him as if you were afraid he’d be ripped out of your hold. 

But he didn’t.

And neither did you. 

It was only you and him and no one else.

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[sharkbitten-sailor]

prologue.

ruthless form, tender soul!au - forsaken x killer!reader tw: slight swearing

a/n; i won't say this was written at 2 in the morning </3 this is just a prologue for rfts!au, so it won't have much interaction with the canon. you can skip this cuz it simply sets up mc's lore and how they got forsaken, making sense of future writings for this au :]

life is meant to be good. or at least, that's what people say.

yet, as time moves forward, it doesn’t ask what you want. it simply shifts and changes, pulling you along, leaving you grasping at something that’s already out of reach. you tell yourself to adjust, to adapt, to keep moving. but deep down, there’s a quiet ache, an emptiness that lingers no matter how much you try to fill it.

there was a time when family was supposed to mean warmth - a space where love was unspoken yet ever-present, a place where laughter held weight. but that version of family never truly existed for you. it was an idea, a dream you held onto as a child, something you desperately wanted but never received.

now, as an adult, you stand alone in a world that demands independence. you walk through the door of a home that is yours, but the silence that greets you is thick, unwavering, pressing against you in ways that remind you of everything you never had.

it is not sadness. it is not regret. just a quiet, unchanging truth.

and still, you move forward. because you must. because you are learning, day by day, how to exist on your own.

✦

today is just straight-up terrible.

it all started with forgetting your files for the boss, which quickly spiraled into a barrage of harsh words and frustration from him. normally, he's not like this. perhaps the stress of stupid deadlines or an important meeting has pushed him over the edge? either way, the entire day at work has been filled with his annoying criticism, making your headache worse than ever.

later, when work finally ended, you dragged yourself home, your body aching and sore thanks to your boss, who pushed a ton of paperwork onto your desk and walked away as if it had been yours from the beginning.

you resist the urge to take a bath or cook something to ease your hunger; there simply isn’t enough energy left in you to do so. instead, your fingers curl around the doorknob of your bedroom, twisting it slowly. as the door creaks open, a gentle atmosphere washes over you, and the sight of your oh so comfy bed instantly draws you in.

without a second thought, you collapse onto the mattress, sinking into its warmth. the softness cradles your weary body, seeping into every aching muscle. your arms instinctively wrap around your shark plushie, clutching it close - a small, familiar comfort against the solitude pressing in.

as your eyelids grow heavier, a quiet sigh escapes your lips.

'maybe tomorrow will be a little kinder.'

hopefully.

...

✦

you stretch, arms reaching toward the ceiling as a lazy yawn escapes. blinking away the remnants of sleep, you rub your eyes, the heaviness in your limbs lingering. short as it was, the rest felt... peaceful. no regular nightmares clawing at the edges of your min-

wait.

hold on.

why does your bedsheet feel awkwardly hard and empty? your hand moves, searching for a familiar softness that isn't there. your head turns, eyes widening just enough for the realization to hit.

this isn’t your bedroom. hell, not even your house. the space around you is foreign, like an old wooden cabin, stripped of warmth. a plain desk and closet stand beside what should be a bed, but it’s not. just a wooden platform, bare and cold, missing any sign of comfort. no mattress, no pillows. nothing that makes it yours.

whatever this is, perhaps a lucid dream, you need to understand where you are.

you push yourself up, stepping toward the nearest and only window. outside, a muted darkness lingers. midnight, or maybe the earliest hours of morning. but wasn’t it already morning when you woke up last? you’re sure you aren’t the kind of person to suddenly wake up twice, are you…?

something is off. but what?

lost in thought, you don’t notice the door- slightly ajar, just enough for a presence to slip through.

small. childlike. but not quite.

crimson-red skin, catching the dim light like molten ember. short, curved horns, smooth yet sharp at the edges. a restless tail flicks behind them, coiling and uncoiling in quiet agitation.

definitely not a child.

"a new friend…?" the figure murmured, their voice a mix of curiosity and wonder. they blinked once, twice, as if making sure this was truly happening. then, in a burst of joy, they lit up like a firework.

"a new friend!" they cheered, eyes shining like tiny stars.

"bluudud! pr3typriincess! hurry, hurry! we have a new friend!" their small hands waved excitedly, hopping up and down like they could barely contain the happiness bubbling inside.

"what the fu-"

by the time you even register their presence, there are already three heads peeking in from outside the door, eyes wide with curiosity. they glance at each other, exchanging silent questions like puzzle pieces fitting together.

are you hallucinating just now? maybe. maybe not.

but those three faces sure seem real enough, staring at you like you're the most fascinating thing they've ever seen.

a/n; if this goes well, i might expand it more than an oneshot. btw i'll add the banner later im way too lazy atm </3 [update: BANNER ADDED , YAY-]

[blu3n]

You felt tired, exhausted, because that kept happening. Jason never showed his emotions no matter how much you said you loved him, that you were there for him, that you would understand him, that you tried hard for that at least.

It wasn't that simple for Jason, not for someone like him who felt like he didn't deserve that feeling (love). Seeing families smiling, houses being perfect. He couldn't believe that something so magical and pure could be his.

You were so perfect, so perfect that he didn't think he deserved you. He would catch himself in the middle of the night looking at the goat discreetly seeing his wonderful woman lying in bed in the middle of the night. "Oh God...how I love her..." he would say so quietly that not even he could hear.

But when you were here, looking at him saying how hurt you were because he didn't show you how he felt... he felt panic, his heart was beating desperately. How could his... his... his beloved leave him? He couldn't. He couldn't.

"Look... I'm sorry but I-" You tried to continue but what you heard made you stop... were those? sobs?, looking at Jason you saw him crying. Kneeling at his feet. That six-foot-tall man was crying at his feet. He looked so broken that his chest immediately twisted.

"Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me. Please.." he said as he sobbed, his chest felt crushed so hard that he didn't know how to describe it, knowing that his beloved, the love of his life was leaving him was like losing his breath.

"Please, please, I...I love you, I know I'm hard to deal with, I have my crises, I'm terrible at showing affection, but please, stay, please love me. I would hate to lose you."

You held him in your arms, so tightly that he felt safe that night. You felt that this time he would know that someone would be there with him. Forever.

😭- oh my god I just cried over this.

I will be doing the asks, yes, I will, but I wanted to do this so much

@blu3n - my authorship

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Small Cuts

Jason Todd x Reader

wc: 1.7 K summary: Red Hood saves you from the chaos, being scared shitless warnings: standard Gotham violence, description of minor injuries, (panic attack), slight angst/comfort, established relationship a/n: for my loyal Red Hood fans (you know who you are), here's a special drabble I came up with while looking through my notes. have fun (divider)

Jason quickly dodges another punch, putting a bullet between the muggers eyes. Yes, Bruce said no guns and killing, but he isn‘t Bruce. He doesn‘t care, these shits need to go down, they did that themselves by doing wrongs. It seems that Dick managed to escort as many civilians as possible from the mall, getting back to his brother to fight by his side. He knows Bane is a powerful guy, but his small army seems to be quite strong too. It‘s annoying him, he probably has a broken rib by now, and the cuts along his body sting, it getting more difficult to fight against the remaining soldiers.

A scarily familiar, shrill scream sounds amidst the chaos, his breath hitching under his mask. He really hopes it‘s not the person he thinks it is. With a quick punch to the other‘s head, he can search for who screamed, already cursing Dick for not clearing the floor properly. It seems like he is on autopilot, remembering you telling him about going on a quick shop to the mall, see if there is anything new. That same mall he is fighting criminals in right now.

He finally spots you, trapped between the wall and a huge shelf that crashed against it, you being in between it. There is just enough space for you to fit in, but not enough to crawl out of it on your own. Besides, you‘ve never looked so terrified before, not even able to breath properly in your panicked state.

Without sharing another glance, he runs up to you and pushes the shelf away from the wall, grunting at how heavy it is. Now that the huge weight is off, you intake a deep breath, close to hyperventilating again. You can‘t even register who is in front of you or that you are free again.

Jason really wants to just let the medics from outside take care of you, but he can‘t. He carefully scoops you up, holding your head close against him, as he hurries away from the fighting scene, patting your back softly with his other hand. Meanwhile, you can barely register that you aren‘t crushed between the wall anymore, but in someone‘s arms, taking you away.

»S- Lady, you‘re alright! I‘m bringing you to safety, you‘re gonna be okay.«

The slightly distorted voice attempts to calm you down, doing little to actually make you stop from panicking. Jason cursed himself inwardly as he almost slipped, having to keep his secret identity from you while still outside, being close to giving up and patching you up right here; call you his favourite nicknames and petnames. It‘s not like he doesn‘t trust you, no, he would do anything for you because you‘d do anything for him. He still sometimes cries himself to sleep, thinking he doesn‘t deserve you. Now, he is close to crying again, but not because of that. His world is injured, because he wasn‘t careful enough. He should‘ve been the one escorting civilians, maybe he would have spotted you sooner.

With quick strides, Jason finally sets you down onto his couch. These are the rare moments he is glad he lives close to the mall, being still dead-concerned about you.

Your knee is badly scraped, a couple of dark bruises littering on your exposed skin, small cuts across your face.Oh, your pretty face. It‘s all his fault.

As if on instinct, he gets his med kit and kneels down in front of the couch, craddling your face in his hands. Now safe in his apartment, he doesn‘t care about his secret identity being revealed to you, he just wants to make this better.

»Darling, I‘m here, don‘t you worry, okay? It‘s me, Jason. Jay-jay.«

Before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and discards it to the floor, cleaning your small scrapes around his face carefully. His fingers barely touch your skin, the wet rug gently cleaning the little blood off of your forehead and cheeks, his own face looking way worse than yours.

Gasping, you finally take in his face and feel a rush of worry again. Leaning up, you cup his cheek, seeing his black eye and cut across his chin. He looks absolutely done, yet he is still on his knees, cleaning at your own wounds.

He is immediately alerted, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. He doesn‘t seem to realise he is injured as well.

»W-what is it? Did I hurt you?« What is that question? Of course he hurt you, he should‘ve been there way sooner.

Taking a deep breath, you try to use your voice; being still shaken up and weak.

»Your fucking eye...« Jason frowns even more at your weak voice, huffing out and leaning you back down on your back. He bites down on his inner cheek harshly, trying to focus and work on your injuries as best as possible. Your eyes stay on his face, silently observing him as you finally start to breath more normally.

Your light scrapes sting as he cleans them up, putting small bandages over them.

»Don‘t they need you?« You croak out quietly again, whincing lightly as he cleans your scraped knee, the wet cloth becoming bloody.

»They can handle it. I need you to be safe first.« Jason mutters back, feeling guilty and bad for causing you more pain while patching you up. It hurts more but you bear through, leaning up on your elbows to see how bad your knee is. You grimace lightly, hissing at the familiar sting while he cleans your wound.

Jason doesn‘t glance to your face anymore, completely focussed on taking care of you. He carefully wraps a bandage around your knee, lifting it up a little on the couch. His fingertips barely graze your skin, his touch even more gentle than usual. Your body is still trembling from the adrenaline, slumping back on the couch with a heavy sigh. It all comes to your senses.

Jason is Red Hood. He just saved you from that terror attack in the mall. Seems to be in a worse shape than you and still patches you up as gentle as possible. He left his team behind just to take you to safety.

»Take off your shirt, need to see the bruises.«

His voice snaps you out of your slow procession of events, humming lightly in thought before carefully pulling off your shirt. It hurts to move your arms up, feeling a painful stretch around your right side. He helps you take it off, eyes quickly scanning over your big bruise around your ribs. It looks even worse now, a darker bruise evident against your right side. He wants to punch himself, he never meant to hurt you.

It‘s not even his fault. He was just fighting, not having been in charge for escorting civilians. Maybe he shouldn‘t feel guilty, he knows better than blaming himself for something that he didn‘t do. But it‘s just unfair, he could‘ve made it less worse if he only put an eye out and saw you and—

»Jason! Your nose is bleeding.«

You finally managed to pull him out of his thoughts, not knowing what to do. Jason quickly stands up again and gets the bathroom, leaning over the sink to get his nose clean and make it stop bleeding. Rushing over, you limp the way to Jason and get to his side, trying to see in what shape he is right now.

»I‘m fine, why are you standing? Get down- sit down, darling, you don‘t need to do anything.«

»I am not sitting down, you need to sit down, you‘re literally bleeding.« You argue back, trying to lead him to the bedroom.

»I‘m not sitting down, I need to get you safe— «

»I am safe.« You reassure him, seeing his hands tremble, eyes seem unfocused. Nothing really seems to help him calm down, grabbing his shoulders and forcing eye-contact.

After some more attempts of coaxing him into the bedroom, you can finally take care of him. He stands in front of the bed as you sit in front of him, patching up the few gashes along his torso.

Jason watches you the whole time, running his hand through some strands of hair occasionally. Yes, it does hurt as you bandage him up, but all he can focus on is you at the moment. Whole and safe, taking care of him finally.

He doesn‘t deserve you.

But he won‘t ever trade you for anyone else.

You don‘t need to talk once you get him all patched up and clean, both of you acting automatically once everything falls back to normal.

Jason crawls back in bed with you like this morning, carefully wrapping his arms around you, no matter how much it hurts his own body. Both tangled up in each other, comforting the other with sweet and grounding words. You are both safe now.

The small conversation paused, letting a comfortable silence fall over the room. After a few moments you speak up again, atmosphere getting lighter.

»I was dating the Red Hood all the time? For two years?«

He groans lightly, looking down at you in his arms.

»I‘m sorry, I… couldn‘t really tell you. But I wanted to, I really did.«

Jason apologises, his guilty expression pulling at your heart again.

»Wait, no, I‘m not mad. It‘s just… a nice surprise? I don‘t know, but I will buy endless Red Hood merch from now on. If you like it or not.«

You tell him with a small smile, making him pause before rolling his eyes. Of course. There‘s no way you would react badly. Especially after saving you.

a/n: WOW! really hoped you enjoyed it, i'm excited to hear your thoughts about it!!

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[spoiledcarmen]

Sexy Boy

Pair:Sexy boy!Connor Kent x Reader

Tags:Connor/Kon-El headcanons lol… hes a himbo(?) in this, not much dialogue; this is also supposed to be set college/uni sooooo. fluff/slight angst

Summary:Sexy boy!Connor can’t stop teasing his classmate.

Authors Note: this is so heavily inspired by sexy boy by air. i listened to it on repeat while writing this.

Sexy boy!Connor who has no idea that you stare ogle at him during lectures

Sexy boy!Connor who shares his notes with you

Sexy boy!Connor who puts your name on the presentation even when you haven’t done anything

Sexy boy!Connor who smiles at you whenever you see him, anywhere and everywhere

Sexy boy!Connor who picks up your books whenever you trip and drop them

Sexy boy!Connor who asks if you’re okay

Sexy boy!Connor who brings you snacks from the vending machine whenever he sees you at the library late at night

Sexy boy!Connor who helps you study for the upcoming quiz

Sexy boy!Connor who catches you taking a peak whenever his shirt rides up a little too high when he’s stretching

Sexy boy!Connor who smirks at you after you’ve been caught

Sexy boy!Connor who asks if you wanna go to a party his frats hosting

Sexy boy!Connor who lets you take a hit from his nic

Sexy boy!Connor who doesn’t let you get too drunk

Sexy boy!Connor who lets you stay whenever a brother yells “if you’re not a brother or with a brother, get out!” at a frat party

Sexy boy!Connor who convinces you to spend the night with him (you didn’t need much convincing)

Sexy boy!Connor who agrees to cuddle, just for “netflix n chill”

Sexy boy!Connor who sleeps in your arms

Sexy boy!Connor who just looks so-sexy when he dozes off

Sexy boy!Connor who’s gone when you wake up in his bed

Sexy boy!Connor who doesn’t seem to remember the night before

Sexy boy!Connor who tells you he doesn’t like you that way

Sexy boy!Connor who tells you that you can’t be in a relationship cause he’s not ‘ready yet’

[trunktrash]

[Rafayel x Reader] [Synopsis] 》 Despite any apprehensions, you agree to help Rafayel with his paintings by modeling for him. Three hours later the two of you both find yourselves at your wits end. Who'll snap first? [Content] 》 Angst to Fluff : Comfort : Guilt tripping

[Still as a Statue]

"My legs are starting to hurt.", A soft mumble escapes your mouth. A slight grimace pulls at your top lip and nose.

You stand in the middle of Rafayel's living room, surrounded by his piles upon piles of half finished paintings. You're posed quite gracefully, set like stone. It's actually a pose you had come up with on the spot after Rafayel had asked you to be his model on one random morning.

Given how rarely he liked to paint people you didn't want to waste the opportunity to be his muse. Even if it was just once.

The windows are open, and the sun glares through the unblocked glass. Bathing your form in a sheet of warm light. You can feel a bead of swear move down from of your neck to your back to even lower. Its coolness against your heated skin makes you shiver.

Moments pass by, and with no response you feel your skin heat up even more. Whether that's due to your rising impatience or the sun, you don't know.

"Rafayel?" You call out, your voice has a slight tremble. For a moment, there's no answer. The only sound in the room is your small breathes and the soft scrapes of your lovers paintbrush against the canvas.

And then he sighs, a tired, grating sigh. It's the kind you hear all the time when he has to deal with long phone calls from Thomas, the kind that releases the annoyance slowly building inside of him.

You want to flinch at the sound, you don't though, thankfully.

Instead, a weight pull at your chest and a cold wave of guilt washing over you. The feeling akin to rock sinking to the bottom of a lake.

Setting down his paintbrush, Rafayel looks to you, his dear love and bodyguard. And he frowns..

"I did warn you earlier.", he says finally,"I said you'd likely experience some aches if agreed and you still did." He brings a hand to his face, the one previously holding the paintbrush, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Now you've broken my concentration and not only that, you've been fidgeting this entire time." His tone is harsh, impaitent. No different than the Rafayel you're used to. So you don't understand why tears suddenly prick at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm sorry.", you barely manage to push the words out of your throat. Your knees shake and your muscles twitch in discomfort. You show the weakness in your heart, and you hate yourself for it.

"I swear-"

Rafayel stops mid-sentence, finally looking up at you. Something snaps the gears within his mind into place and he realizes something.

You are weak.

You are fragile.

And it's only because of him.

In a single moment, Rafayel practically leaps from his stool. Dropping his painters pallette, and tripping over his easel. He pays no mind to the damage he causes to the painting he spent the past three hours on. His focus solely remains on you.

You didn't let go of your pose, you couldn't, not until you felt Rafayels desperate hands reach for you. His frantic mind searching to feel you against him. To know that you were with him.

The moment his cold fingers touched your heated skin you feel every ounce of strength, every wall you had built, all come tumbling down. Like he had pulled out the singular brick that held together the impenetrable fortress that was you.

Sinking to the floor, the tears you'd silently been holding back fell onto your cheeks. And the once silent whimpers turned into full sobs and tremors.

Rafayel fell with you, not daring to look away, not once leaving your side. His eyes widen and his stomach twist sickeningly.

Oh how he hated your tears, and the spew of emotions you'd put into his chest. It weighed down heavy upon his heart, seeing you ache.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his chest. Your head nestled just above his heart. With every tear that wetted his expensive cotton shirt, and every hiccup that clawed through your throat he could feel his own throat begin to close up.

In an attempt to soothe both you and himself; Rafayel began to rock back and forth, humming a tune his mother would sing to him when he was a young guppy.

Gradually, he could feel each and every muscle in his body relax, including his heart. In turn making yours do the same. At the same time he could hear your sobs turn into cries, to whimpers, and into mere sniffles.

Lifting your head up to look at him in the eye, your dear painter, you can't help but sniffle. Which elicits a small chuckle from him. Before his expression becomes more somber, his eyes harden into something much more serious.

"Are you okay my love?", his voice is soft. Likes he's scared you'd break at anything louder than a whisper. "It's okay if you're upset at me, I shouldn'-"

You plant a hand his chest, the motion freezing him in place. "Rafayel.", your voice is raspy from crying, "You know I love you very much, correct?"

"Yes? But what does-"

"Shhh.", you put a finger to his lips,"Let me finish."

He quickly nods, and you start to speak once more.

"Rafayel, my love, you are my light. You're the most creative yet curious peron I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. You're able to capture and hold others attention without even trying. You make my day better without even trying, you just smile and all else disapears. . .", There's a pause, "So the idea of disappointing you, or becoming an inconvenience to you is...", you trail off softly. Allowing the thoughts in your head swim with millions of possibilities and "What-If's"

Rafayel snaps you back into reality, with his palms cupping each side of your face.

"Don't. Don't ever think that." His tone is firm, demanding. In way that you'd never heard before, you almost don't understand it.

"I will love you always. No matter what. You're worth more than any art I could dream to create.", he becomes more breatheless which each word, "Do you even realize why I wanted to make a portrait of you?" His eyes search yours, looking for a response, an answer.

He looks into your eyes he can't find it, instead he sees pool's of confusion, twinges of fear flicker inside them.

Sighing softly to himself, he brings your head to his chest once again. Your face smashes against the cotton shirt as your ears pick up the sound of his lungs and heart. They move steadily, not in tandem with one another but each their own unique rhythm.

"Everytime you leave for a mission", his is so soft you almost don't hear it,"I-..I worry you won't come back. I'm scared you'll leave me." There's a solemn look in his eyes.

The confession makes the air within your lungs disapate. "Raf..", you can only stare up at him.

Rare do you find that your painter is able to be honest about his emotions with you, much less himself.

Reaching up, you cup his cheeks with your hands and you stare into his eyes. "I'm sorry my love.", his gaze softens, " I think we both mean more to each other than we let on."

He shifts his eyes, thinking to himself for moment, before nodding, "Yeah.."

"And I promise you this.", you take one hand off his face, and hold up your pinky to him, "No matter how hard the mission is, I will always come home to you. If I don't, you have every right to hate me."

A spark lights in Rafayels eyes, and he can't help but laugh at the situation you two were in. Before quickly regaining his composure, "I don't think I could ever hate you.", He says as he wipes his face, "But..I would like that."

A sweet smile graces his faces, lifting a hand he holds out his own pinky and intertwines with yours.

"And I promise you, no matter what, my love and my heart will always belong to you.. Mrs. Bodygaurd."

A giggle erupts from your throat, "You still call me that?"

"What? You don't like it?" Rafayel sounds hurt but you know by the look on his face it isn't real. You laugh a bit more before pressing your forehead to his.

"No, it's perfect."

[vidals-harkness]

don't wanna leave you anymore (agatha harkness)

summary : wanda stole your powers too, three years ago. while it was a curse for agatha, it was a boon for you. as a divination witch with powerful clairvoyance, it wasn't uncommon for you to be troubled by spirits. so nothing can make you change this mundane life you adopted. so what happens when she attempts to convince you to have another shot at the road?

fic type: fluff

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

warnings: fight, little angst, mostly fluff.

word count: 1k

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The Witch’s Road wasn’t one for the faint of heart. It tested one’s knowledge of the craft, tested one’s limits, and one’s determination to succeed.

However, that success came at a price. A price you and Agatha had both paid with your own journeys. She wanted it again, but you, on the other hand, did not.

Where a normal evening would be spent with each other, drinking wine and watching a trashy movie, today it was filled with arguments, aggravation, and anger.

“My darling, don’t you miss it?!” She exclaimed, looking at you desperately, her past attempts at convincing you having failed miserably.

Her voice took on that sultry, persuasive tone which could cause even the purest saint to sin, as she chose her words carefully.

“Aren’t you angry? That Wanda stole your power? Don’t you miss the feeling of being almost as powerful as a goddess? Don’t you miss the fear we instilled, the feeling of the magic coursing through your veins? Having the knowledge that you had the ability to bend the universe to your will?” She came a step closer, hoping her words were having effect.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, a whisper so close to your ear that you felt her warm breath fan across your skin. “Don’t you want it back?”

"No, Agatha, I truly don't," you said, shaking your head. "I do not want it back, because I do not want sleepless nights, nonsensical visions, and terrifying spirits haunting my every waking and sleeping moment,"

With a thoughtful sigh as you gazed out the window, you shook your head again after a moment of contemplation. "I can't do it, Agatha. I won't,"

Agatha's eyes flared at your response, her hands clenching into fists in frustration. The room's tension was palpable, and you could practically feel the waves of anger and desperation rolling off her in waves.

“My sweet little seer,” she said, sarcasm lacing her tone as she came to stand in front of you, blocking your view. Her hands grabbed at your arms, pulling you away from the window, and closer to her.

“Are you really going to live the rest of your life as a simple, mundane?” She hissed.

“Yes, Agatha. Yes, I am going to be mundane,” you scowled, not meeting her eyes. “I’d rather be mundane than go through hundreds of sleepless nights and ghosts at every corner screaming in my head,”

“You're foolish then,” Agatha stated, frustration lacing her every word. She released your arms only to grab your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Do you know how naive you sound, my love?” She continued, her voice lowered to a dangerously soft whisper. “You don’t realise what power you had.” Her eyes searched yours, a irritation palpable in her gaze and words.

“I am not naïve! I’m looking out for myself,” you said, breath trembling. Your voice dropped to a whisper. “I can’t go back to that, Aggie. Please, please don’t make me choose,”

Her thoughts whirled in her head, a back and forth of pros and cons, a hurricane of emotion, a sea of varied desires. On one hand, she craved her purple to return, but on the other...she remembered the screams that ripped your throat each time the lights went off, the way you cast your eyes downward whenever going past a cemetery, the way you tossed and turned each night, unable to get some peace and quiet in your mind.

For others it wouldn't have been this hard to choose. But for her it was a matter of choosing between two of the most important things in her life: witchcraft, and you.

Witchcraft was her soul, body, mind. It was the thing which coursed through her veins, the thing that made her feel like a goddess, the thing which made her a witch.

But you were the very blood in her veins that the witchcraft was a part of, you were the one who held her so nice and kissed her so sweet. You were the very thing that made her heart beat, the only thing which kept her from spiralling into madness.

"Why is it so hard for you to choose?" You asked, quietly. "Do I...Do I not matter to you so much that you have to wait to choose?"

You stepped closer, eyes blazing. "I always have chosen you. But you? You speak only for yourself, you do everything so it benefits you, never me. Think, how would this affect me? Or do you even care that I, when I had powers, endured much more than you could ever do in your lifetime in a single day? No!"

Her heart broke, the scales tipped. She knew what she wanted--to make you happy. Power-hungry and vengeful as she was, if there was one thing Agatha Harkness couldn't do, it was let you slip down her priority list.

She paused and spoke in a voice so quiet, you barely heard her. "You don't need to come to the road," she whispered. "I don't want you going through that again,"

You felt your heart get lighter. She cared for you, always. You came first.

In an instant, you had pulled the older woman in for a hug, smiling. "Thank you," you said, kissing her cheek. "Thank you for understanding,"

She held your face in her hands, taking a good long look at you. Oh, your eyes were so beautiful. Beautiful like the dawn, like the ocean when the light is just right, like the smell of petrichor, like the moon and the planets. You were so beautiful.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "You don't have to come, I promise,"

You smiled, looking up at her. Where her face was all angles and sharpness, her heart beat in one rhythm. For you.

"I love you, Agatha," you smiled, hugging her close.

"And I, you," she whispered, running a hand through your soft hair as she hugged back.

She was going to go on this journey, and it would be easier now that she knew you had her back.

And that's all that mattered.

Hi hi, bao buns! First imagne is okay, but I'm happy to take requests! Love you all!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oooh 70 on the prompts list with shane would be so angstyyyyy plz i need to see ur thoughts on this -galaxy

This one's got a little kick to it ough

70) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

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"Honey..wh..what is this?"

"Can't you read? God, and I thought Alex was the only illiterate man in town-"

"I know what it says! But..I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"Besides being a leech on my income for the past year and not doing a damn thing to make up for it....no."

"..are you crazy? I HAVE been doing my part! Just..take these back to Lewis and tell him you changed your mind. I'm not signing them."

"I don't need your signature. Just mine is enough to finalize it. I've already gotten everything packed for you..since you're too goddamn lazy to do it yourself."

"....what?" Tears stung Shane's eyes as he shakily set the stack of papers on the table, his vision blurring. He stared at you, seeing not an ounce of remorse on your face..but instead pure hatred. "Why would you do this behind my back? I-I thought...you-"

"What? You thought I loved you? Hah." The brief laugh that left your lips was cold. "Who could love a messed-up lowlife like you, Shane? I have a farm to take care of, a community center to restore..I can't have you slowing me down. It was a fun little fling, but now you bore me. I gotta get serious about my work."

"That's...all I was to you? A "fling"?!" A hurtful scowl formed on his face, hands shaking. "What about everything we've-?!"

"I only pitied you. And y'know, if I didn't care about Jas growing up without a father figure..I would've left you in the forest that night. I only stayed and married you to make them happy. But you blew your chance to get your act together..they're gonna be so disappointed in you."

As much as he wanted to respond with a snarky "I didn't know there was a time limit"...he was frozen on the spot, unable to say anything.

What could he say?

This was all so sudden...and just when he thought you two were doing so well and he was starting to have a genuinely positive outlook on life..

He made the horrid mistake of checking the mailbox and finding the dreaded papers.

"I'll say this was 50,000 gold well-spent." You grabbed the papers off the table, looking at the broken man before holding out your hand. "Give me that necklace. I'm gonna sell it."

"No..." Shane shook his head and clutched the mermaid pendant, tears streaking his face as he backed into the corner. "I...I-I'm so sorry, I'll try to be better! Just tell me what I can fix, a-and I'll-!!"

Suddenly you pulled out a dagger and swiped at him, causing him to flinch and shield himself, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation-

Yet he wasn't injured, but when he saw his pendant in your hands now...he felt as though you actually twisted that dagger deep into his heart.

He collapsed to his knees, devastated as you sheathed your weapon and pocketed the amulet you once tied around his neck at your wedding.

By your hands, you two were bonded in matrimony...

And by your hands, that bond was severed.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sick of pretending that I care for some lazy ungrateful fuck. Goodbye, Shane."

And with that, you stormed out of the house..and he was left there on the floor, his sobs filling the silence in the now empty cabin.

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It was already late when you returned from your mining trip, and once you finished putting the spoils of your expedition into the shipping bin, you yawned and stretched.

The time was 1:10 AM...and your energy was super drained.

You figured Shane was already sound asleep. The idea of crawling into that cozy bed and cuddling with the man you loved had you eager to take off your boots and put your tools away.

However upon opening the door..you immediately caught a faint whiff of beer, and it left a sinking pit in your stomach.

He did bring home a six-pack case today, and he promised to have it in moderation.

But the kitchen trash showed clear evidence of recently-opened cans.

Four out of the six, in fact.

'Oh man..it happened again..'

You knew that he wasn't gonna be able to quit cold turkey just like that. It wasn't a habit he could flip off like a lightswitch, and that's a fact you've come to accept.

Although he had a few beers from time to time, it was nothing like before. And he would always let you know if he was having some....so to realize he drank over half the case tonight alone was alarming.

Why? You were only gone for a few hours..

You entered the bedroom, finding Shane still awake, hunched over on the bed's edge with his face in his hands. He looked completely torn up, and you've never seen him this bad since..

"Shane, sweetheart?"

Startled, he looked up at you, revealing his eyes to be puffy and red from crying. "O-Oh..hi. You..y-you came back?" He hoarsely asked.

"Of course I did..without having to visit Harvey, thank god." You walked over and sat beside him, frowning. "But more importantly are you okay? What's wrong?"

He tried to respond, but the memories of that nightmare made him physically incapable of doing so...and fresh tears welled in his eyes.

A choked sob came out, and as quickly as he tried covering it up--it failed as similar heartbreaking noises followed.

You didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug.

Leaning against you, he sobbed into your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt in tears. But you just hushed him and rubbed his back. He didn't smell too heavily of beer, although it made you wonder what happened tonight that was bad enough to make him relapse.

Was it...you?

Was you being away stressing him out?

Did he think you wouldn't come back-

"[Y/n]...you sure you..really love me? And all of this isn't...a-a joke?" He hiccupped softly.

Those questions made your heart sink, and you briefly pulled away to gaze at him in sadness. You knew he was still struggling with his self-confidence and self-image, often comparing himself to a "squishy bag of flesh" and feeling "too old", but for him to doubt your love?

Even after talking him off a cliff?

Even after going to the gridball game where you shared that first kiss?

Even after giving him the bouquet and mermaid pendant?

"After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?" You asked softly, not with anger, but with worry.

"Just look at me, and look at every other guy in this town. You could'a had a doctor, someone who can still play gridball, a writer who lives by the sea...even that emo guy seems cool. But you chose me..."

With a sniffle, he clutched the mermaid pendant with trembling fingers. "...this pathetic..l-lowlife who doesn't do shit on this farm. I swear I'd change and get my act together, but I'm letting you down again...j-just like everyone else. And I'm so sorry...I'm such a failure." He sobbed harder.

"Wha..that's nonsense. You do more for me and this farm than you could possibly know." You cupped his face, feeling his cheeks grow wet with fresh tears. "You feed the animals, you water any crops my sprinklers could've missed...and those pepper poppers you give me help keep my energy up in the mines so I can come home safely."

"But..I can't even microwave them right." He whined. "I wanna have the energy to cook like you do-"

"What do you mean?" You frowned. "Last week, you made me a killer omelet when I went to bed angry over a Pepper Rex burning my favorite cardigan."

Shane blinked, searching his foggy brain for that memory, before it dawned on him that he actually DID wake up extra early to surprise you with an omelet he cooked on the stove. Made from Charlie's eggs, of course.

"Ah, that's right..well...I guess I'm good at some things.." He sniffled, slowly calming down.

You chuckled softly, thumbing away the rest of his tears, your fingers brushing over his scruff. He recently shaved it, but it grew back rather quickly--like a crop infused with deluxe growth fertilizer.

"You're good at being my partner, and keeping me company after a long day." You kissed him in the lips. "I love you, Shane. Nothing will change that, even if you have relapses."

"I love you, too..and 'm sorry. I just had this really bad nightmare, and I couldn't fight the urge tonight."

"I understand, I'm not angry." Bringing him back into a hug, you sighed as he squeezed you tightly. "Did you wanna talk about it? I know it's late but..I'm sure it'll help us both."

"...you promise not to laugh?"

"I promise."

"I..had a nightmare you divorced me."

"Huh..really?"

"Yeah, you filed the papers behind my back and said some...pretty hurtful stuff, like how it's "the best 50,000 gold you've ever spent", how what we had was just "a fling", and...how I'm leeching off of you." The longer he went on, the more he struggled to swallow back further tears. "And..you took the pendant back by force. With that dagger you always keep on you."

"....."

"I-It's stupid, but it...just felt so real. And when I woke up and you didn't come back from the mines yet, I thought maybe..it actually happened."

"Shane." You shook your head, leaning back again to bring his face into your hands. "No way would I EVER put that much gold towards something that stupid. This farmwork..it's so much to one person to handle, and I'm forever grateful you're here to help me. You're doing your best, and that's all I could ever ask for."

"Thank you.." He nodded, finally realizing that what he dreamed was nothing more than a ridiculous nightmare.

You smiled and kissed him again, making this one last a bit longer before you pulled away. "I'll get you some water, okay? I don't want my baby to have a hangover in the morning."

Shane sheepishly returned the smile, allowing you to get up and go to the kitchen, while he got comfortable in bed and patiently waited for your return. His hand went to the pendant on his chest, relieved it was still there.

Even though you were probably dead-tired from the mines..you still took the time to care for him when he hit another low. You didn't see him as a chore or a leech on your life.

You saw him as your husband, your soulmate..someone you were willing to love through thick and thin even when some days were harder than others.

Of course, his depression might tell him otherwise, and manifest those insecurities into nightmares.

But you'll still be here for him no matter what.

[yeompei]

mine, all mine

— ever think about what caleb would be like if you showed up to his apartment crying?

1k words, caleb x mc, angst/comfort

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your hands shake as you knock against the door to caleb’s apartment, eyes downcast and filled with exhaustion. This week had been hard, a bunch of wanderers had been spotted near the outskirts of linkon, meaning long and tough battles that made your body ache. along with having to do all the paperwork associated with it, you were basically stuck to your desk afterwards, only going home to sleep for a maximum of 2 hours before repeating it all over again.

the last straw was when you got injured, you’d stopped to reload your gun but a wanderer happened to be near and swiped your left arm before swiftly being shot, leading to jenna nagging you about proper reloading protocols that you would’ve appreciated if you weren’t so burnt out.

jenna’s words, which were usually filled with pride and praise, seemed to drip with frustration, lecturing you about it in front of your whole team, making your face burn and your eyes swell up with tears. though the advice came from a place of worry, you couldn’t help but feel stupid and worthless for letting your team down.

you didn’t know how you got to skyhaven, all you knew was once you got home to your empty house, you missed caleb a little more than usual. then, you were suddenly on a train in the middle of the night, even though you had work a few hours later.

caleb opened the door, a look of surprise flashed across his face before taking one look at your red eyes and ushering you inside. as you took off your shoes and coat, he asked “do you want some dinner?”, eyes filled with worry as his hand brushed across your cheek. you nodded quietly, a lump forming in your throat as you leaned into caleb’s hand.

you made your way over to the couch, sinking into the cushions as caleb quickly walked to the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of beef curry he had already cooked beforehand and handed it to you. he sat beside you, turning on the tv and the two of you sat in silence, which comforted you more than he would ever know. caleb had always understood what you needed, even if you never knew yourself and this moment just made you even more grateful for him.

after you placed your dish in the sink and returned to him, his arms were outstretched and ready to give you a hug. you gladly climbed onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat for a few seconds, sitting in the silence until he finally spoke. “[name], what happened? it’s unlike you to just show up out of no where, though i always enjoy your company” he smiled softly, brushing a hand through your hair as you lay on his chest.

“it’s just,” you let out a wobbly sigh, trying not to break into tears. you wanted to be strong for him, as he was for you. “this week has been hard, i just needed some comfort” your fingers traced absentmindedly on caleb’s old shirt, “i was on a mission and got injured, which led to jenna lecturing me in front of the team because i didn’t follow proper reload protocol” you snuggled closer into his chest, trying to avoid the gaze you could feel him giving you.

“you’re injured?” caleb’s voice hardened, pushing you backwards to look at your body. “where?” he lifted your arms and touched his palm to your forehead, analyzing everything thoroughly “no fever,” he murmured “do you need first aid? medicine?” he asked as you shook your head “i just scratched my arm, it wasn’t even bleeding that much” you moved off of him and placed your back against the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder, lifting your injured arm to show him it was fine. “see?”

“you were bleeding?” caleb’s hands grabbed your arm gently and lifted your sleeves up, staring at the bandage “should i go give those wanderers a lesson?” he said it in the joking tone, but you could tell he was being serious. you almost let out a laugh before ruffling his hair like he does for you. “those wanderers are all dead by now” caleb laughed “of course they are, pip, you’re the strongest person i know”

at those words you faltered, a small twinge of reminder flashed through you as you briefly recalled jenna’s words. “i..” you brought up your hand to your eyes, trying to hide the tears. caleb thought you were strong, and he believed in you. that alone could almost make you sob for hours. “i just feel so useless, i bet i looked so stupid in front of everyone earlier” you let out a small sob as caleb pulled you in closer and rubbed your shoulder.

“no, hey,” he grabbed your hands and lowered them from your face, looking into your tearstained eyes “it’s not your fault, everyone gets hurt and makes mistakes on the job, trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face “you’re the best hunter i know, and this one mistake won’t make anyone see you any different. if your teammates take this and see you differently, than that means they’re shitty teammates and don’t deserve to be on the same team as you in the first place” he looked you in the eyes, his sincere gaze caused you to almost start crying once more, but you held it in.

“i’m sorry,” you said, wiping your tears “for crying, but thank you for everything” your voice broke “i really needed some time with you after all that” caleb grinned “of course, pip-squeak, i’ll always be there for you. this one thing doesn’t define who you are.” he pulled you in closer, your eyes feeling heavy as he whispering reassurance after reassurance into your ear. “just sleep for now, i’ll sort things out” you nodded, eyes already closed as you fell asleep in his arms, feeling the safest you’ve ever felt.

caleb had already planned what he would do for you tomorrow. but first, he had to call in some favours in order to get you and him some time off, as well as make sure he had all the ingredients to make you some homemade breakfast in the morning. he looked at your sleeping face, eyes filled with nothing but love as he held you a little tighter, as you slept peacefully for the first time in days.

[klausysworld]

u write angst so well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I'm thinking about one with klaus, but like, something that hurts but it's comforting at the same time

Like him and reader are in a relationship and he travels for some days, reader has depression and during this time she practically can't do anything, cleaning, basic hygiene, cooking, the basic stuff most people do without difficulty. And when he comes back he sees her in this situation and comfort her, giving her a shower, babying her, this fluff stuff

Klaus is one of my comfort characters and, by the way, the speeches he has about life and enjoying like actually helps me a lot with my depression. And u are gold 🥇

Never Alone

Y/n was a sweet girl. She always was.

Growing up she was often full of emotions, crying almost always whether it was because she was too happy or too sad or too angry. However every time her eyes would water, each time her bottom lip would quiver, one of her parents or aunts or cousins would sigh and tell her how annoying she was, how pathetic it was. Her emotions and feelings became ignored, assumed to be overdramatic.

So when she really had something worth crying over, nobody cared to listen. Not a soul would give her even a second. It didn't matter how many times she tried to seriously talk to them, explain she wasn't an oversensitive little girl anymore, she knew what she was feeling and what had happened to her. They didn't care to hear it.

Instead she learned to push any thoughts down or at least aside. If nobody wanted to listen then she wouldn't bother making noise for them to hear.

For a long time, she barely spoke a word.

Most of the time she didn't even really feel anything anymore. She tried to sometimes but she just didn't, couldn't. Life began to feel utterly pointless.

That was when she would spend days in bed, not moving to do a thing. Often she would hope that if she stayed there long enough, maybe she would disappear or if she slept for long enough, maybe she wouldn't have to wake back up. Unfortunately for her, neither of those things happened.

It was fate really that on one of the only days she got dressed and went out that she met Klaus Mikaelson.

Somehow she managed to be in the grill at the wrong time and managed to both witness and experience a supernatural attack. Klaus had thrown Damon across the room which caused him to slam into the wall beside Y/n. Her eyes were wide and she went to walk back out the door but Klaus sped over and grabbed her wrist she she could exit.

"I don't think so sweetheart" he chuckled, pulling her further into the room and she simply couldn't be bothered to struggle. He sat her down in a booth and gave her a fake smile, looking into her eyes and compelling her "Stay still and stay quiet" he ordered before going back and finishing off the rest of the scooby-doo gang.

His eyes flicked back over to the girl he had compelled. Her head lay against the back of her seat and her fingers picked at her lips until the rich scent of her blood reached his nose.

Klaus sped infront of her and he leaned down to pull her hands away, her eyes glanced up at him with anxiety swirling inside of them. His thumb swiped the blood away from her lips and he sucked it off of his skin with a hum. A slither of amusement shone through him as she shifted uncomfortably.

"You can talk now sweetheart, and move as she should please" he told her, interested in her reaction but she barely gave one.

"Can I just go home now please?" She asked, her voice weak and tired. His eyes narrowed briefly before he shrugged and pulled her up.

"Course you can love, come on lets get you back. Point the way" he murmured as he took her outside and placed her infront of him so that she may lead him.

They walked in silence back to her house. She hesitated to go in when the sound of her parents yelling could be heard from where they stood. Klaus observed as she wondered back into the home, her parents oblivious as she slipped past them and up the stairs.

Klaus forgot about her easily, out of sight out of mind.

But then she came into view again, she was sat on the edge of Wickery Bridge with her legs hanging off while she leaned forward daringly.

His brows furrowed and he made his way over. He took a seat beside her, letting his own legs dangle off as well. Again she gave no reaction to his presence, not even when his hand reached out to gently hold her hand. Klaus may not know her or necessarily care for her but he didn't want her life to be seen as a tragedy. He didn't want her to throw what she had away when she could still have so much more.

They sat in silence for some time, sometimes she would swing her legs and lean further forward to see the water below. Each time she shifted closer to falling his grip on her tightened and his gaze hardened.

Later in the night her phone pinged, Klaus glanced to see her mothers name on the screen with a message beneath telling Y/n that neither of her parents would be home for the weekend so she would need to look after herself. His eyes softened as he watched her read the message. Both brows rose on his face when without a care, she tossed the device into the river.

Klaus couldn't help the little laugh that left him as the water splashed and the light from the phone quickly sunk away from sight. His smile died away again as her gaze didn't lift from the deep flowing water and he hesitantly slid his arm around her to secure his hold.

"I'm not gonna jump" she mumbled but he still frowned

"I don't believe you" he whispered honestly and she hummed.

"You don't know me" she muttered and he tilted his head

"Perhaps not yet" he countered but she didn't offer a response. Klaus sighed softly and carefully dropped down from the edge and back onto the rode, his arm stayed around Y/n's waist so that he could pull her back to safety. She huffed in annoyance as he pulled her along with him.

"I don't know who you are or what you are or what you want.." she dragged and he hummed.

"My name is Niklaus, well thats what my father named me however I choose to go by Klaus, I have for centuries. I'm a vampire-werewolf hybrid and what I want is for my family to be calm and collected for one in the thousand years that I have had the privilege to know them" He grinned at her and she stared blankly at him.

"Okay" she mumbled, accepting her fate.

And from that day on, each time he saw her, he would talk at her and pull her along walks with him. He began bringing her back to his house and going through his plans with her, sometimes she would give advice or little comments to put him on a better track and he found her rather helpful when she wanted to be.

Klaus began to notice more and more about her as time went by. Like how she didn't eat much or change her clothes often. He seemed to have to wait forever outside of her house as though no matter what time he came to see her, she had always just woken up.

So he did what he thought would be good.

Klaus set her up a bedroom in his home with a wardrobe of Klaus and a conjoining bathroom which consisted of both a shower and a bathtub.

He caught on quickly that if he wasn't in the house with her then she didn't bother waking up let alone getting up and doing anything. So he started opening her curtains in the morning, gently waking her up and placing some sort of little breakfast item on her lap and a drink on the nightstand while he ran a bath. He'd sprinkle the bath-salts and pour the bath-soak before folding up a towel and hanging it over the radiator.

Then he would wonder back into her room and lift her up. He had discovered that mornings were especially difficult for her to do anything. She wouldn't talk and she wouldn't move. He was lucky that she felt guilty enough to eat the breakfast he fed her, though sometimes she couldn't physically do it and he would encourage her to drink a smoothie so that she had something healthy in her. But every day, without fail, he would carry her to the bathroom and place her onto the heated tiled floor.

"Can you do it yourself sweetheart?" he would ask each morning, his gaze soft and gentle. Sometimes she would be able to and would get undressed and bathe all by herself. Other times she could get undressed and in the bath but would ask him to come back and help her scrub her skin clean. And of course there were days where she just wouldn't respond at all and he would give soft kisses to her head while carefully, respectfully undressing her and helping her into the tub before cleaning her off and lifting her back out to dry her.

There had been one or two occasions when he had been in a rush or a stressed out mood and would end up being a little rude to her. Her eyes would just grow tireder and little tears would gather to them. Guilt would consume Klaus whole and he would push aside whatever was bothering him and apologise to Y/n while helping her get ready before giving her a soft kiss and promising he would be back to check on her.

For a while the most he would do was just a gentle peck on her lips in an act of comfort however as he continued to look after her, he fell in love with her. He would see how long one of his little kisses would last before she would pull away and he would test how far his hands were allowed to wonder before she would let out a whine and curl away.

Time went by quickly, their routine continued. Klaus would ensure she was up and okay, he would go out to fix his problems, return at some point in the day to give Y/n something to eat, sometimes she would have gone for a walk in the garden or be sat with one of his hybrid who were under strict orders to never lay a hand on her, then he would go back out and return a last time. Then she would sit in his art room with a book or a word search or something to occupy her mind while he painted and spoke to her about all the things he had seen that day and which of them he thinks she would have enjoyed. Often they cooked dinner together and then he would take her back to bed and watch a film before departing to his own room.

A few times he would fall asleep beside her with her head on his chest or in his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Neither ever complained or mentioned the arrangement so Klaus began sleeping there more often and would wake his love with a sprinkle of kisses across her cheeks until her pretty eyes would flutter open for him to see.

Things were going quite well until Klaus had to go away for a couple days to speak with some werewolf packs. He had been skeptic and concerned to leave sweet Y/n all alone but he also knew he had his hybrids and asked them to take care of her. He hadn't known that they were unsired at that point and completely forgot the girl even existed.

Y/n hadn't moved from the spot in her bed since Klaus had left two days before. It only took one glance for Klaus to realise this when he returned. His expression changed in an instant and he was pulling the covers off of her, promising her he wouldn't leave her again.

"It's all okay sweetheart, lets get you to the bathroom okay?" He whispered as he carried her in and sat her down on the toilet while running a bath for her to lay in. "I'm gonna get you some water okay?" he murmured before speeding down to the kitchen and grabbing some water and tossing some pasta into a pan with water and turning the stove on before flashing back upstairs.

He placed the glass down on the side and lifted her back up, pulled her clothed off and lowered her into the bath. His fingers gently wiped the tears away that had slipped down her face before pouring some of the warm water over her hair.

"My sweet girl" he cooed softly, his hands lathering her hair in shampoo. "You're going to be just fine" he murmured, rinsing her hair out and combing conditioner through the ends. He reached for the loofa and began washing her body gently, pouring soap over her shoulders and scrubbing it across her soft skin. "Okay sweetheart, stay right there" he mumbled, zipping back to the kitchen and pouring the pasta into the colander and then back into the pan with a jar of tomato sauce before grating some cheese over the top and grabbing a fork. He brought it up and put it on her bedside table before going back to her bathroom and washing the conditioner out before lifting her out the tub and engulfing her in a warm towel and carrying her to her room. He sat her down on the chair by her vanity and stripped her bedding off and tossed i to the laundry basket. Using his vampiric speed her put clean bedding on and then placed her on top the duvet with a kiss to her head. The towel was taken from her and one of his clean shirts was pulled over her head and he carefully pulled her arms through.

"Alright angel, there you are. Nice and clean my lovely, now we're gonna eat some pasta, okay?" he mumbled, placing her cushioned lap tray onto her lap and then the bowl of pasta and her glass of water. "There we go sweetheart" he smiled softly while stabbing some of the pasta onto the fork and hand feeding her.

Once she ate half of it and drank all of her water he took it away and pulled her onto his lap. His arms circled her and she hid her face in his neck before hesitantly whispering, "Klaus?"

"Yes love?" He hummed, stroking her hair

"I need pants" she uttered and he glanced down, remembering he had only half dressed her.

"Of course sweetheart, forgive me" he replied, quickly grabbing some panties and sliding them up her legs to cover her up. "Perfect" he smiled.

"Thank you" she muttered, looking up at him "I'm sorry" she told him but he shook his head.

"No angel, I'm sorry. I should never have left you all alone." he argued, a frown on his face as he kissed her cheeks and stroked her arms. "You feel like going outside today?" he asked kindly and she shrugged.

He nodded silently and carried her out into the garden, sitting her down on the soft grass so that she was surrounded by the flowers. He wondered over to the strawberries growing a little way over and picked a couple before bringing them over to her with a smile. She returned it with warmth and giggled when he held them to her lips for her to take a bite.

He sat down beside her and pulled her into his side. She lay her head on his shoulder and held onto his hand. Klaus rest the side of his face against the top of her head and watched at the trees swayed in the distance.

"I love you Y/n" he whispered, his voice delicate and airy as the words met her ear. Her hand squeezed his and he smiled.

"I love you too" she told him quietly and he kissed her head, she then lifted it to face him and pressed her lips to his. Klaus felt his expression soften as he kissed her back and interlaced their fingers. Their lips parted and he rest his forehead against hers,

"I'll never leave you alone" he told her.

"You promise?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

"I promise."

[clare-875]

Wait, I'm Sorry (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader Summary: You get hurt after an argument. Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Descriptions of injury, some swearing, Gojo being kind of unreasonable in the beginning, Canonical violence [JJK Masterlist] _____

The atmosphere was tense within your home. You hated it, you hated feeling the trepidation churn in your chest as you watched silently Gojo's unusually rigid form. You are standing as you look at him sitting on the living room sofa and his sharp eyes glowing with his anger. They are trained purposefully on the ground before him, like he hadn't just spat cruel words at you. Suddenly, the lovely evening that was supposed to be spent felt heavy with the built-up tension. Suddenly, the beautiful dress you picked up and the makeup you perfected on your face was ruined with tears and the angst of the evening. What had happened? What had happened to the compliments on your form earlier that evening, the words "stunning," "beautiful," and "love" whispered in your ear. What had happened to his arm wrapped around your waist as he took you on your weekly date? What happened to the flowers that still lay within a vase, your favourites, ones he had given you mere hours ago. Why was he being so cruel now, because of something you couldn't control.

"Satoru, I'm telling you, you're overreacting." Your voice is sullen now as your tears make exhaustion creep up on you after the half-hour spent now arguing. "He was just-" Satoru's eyes are narrowed as they turn to you quickly, and your heart drops at the sight of his irritation. It was a sight of anger you never had seen pointed at you, and you felt sadness creep up at the fact that now you knew what it was like; what it was like to have the 'strongest's' eyes look at you in a way that didn't reflect love and devotion. "You didn't see him [y/n]! He was basically undressing you with his eyes in front of me!" You groan now sharp irritation ringing in the back of your head at the same scenario brought back and forth. "And what did you do?! You fucking smiled at him!" Your body is now consumed with rage as you turn to your boyfriend and his incessant words, his blunt and stubborn reasoning. "Yes Satoru, I smiled because he was our fucking WAITER, and he was being polite!"

Satoru rolls his eyes.

"You know what, I'm done." You turn, lips tugging downward at his childishness that returns when he can't see reason past his daftness. "Come get me when you actually want to have an adult conversation about this." You gather your purse and make a beeline for the door, but Satoru's eyes are still trained on you angrily. "[y/n], I'm not done with-" You turn to him sharply then, your own anger and disappointment seeping into your gaze, seeping into his eyes. "I'm done." With that, you slam the door closed and you leave Satoru looking wide-eyed at the spot you just were. He feels an unfamiliar grip on his chest as he looks at the lack of you now in his home following the lack of a beautiful evening. But Satoru can't help it. Even if it had all been in his mind and even if he had taken it too far, all he imagines are his eyes looking at you with a spark of desire he knew too well. All he saw was his smirk, one that rose subtly enough so that only Satoru could see. All he saw was your angelic smile pointed at him like his thoughts were shrouded with the mere innocence of pouring you another drink. So, Satoru stays put despite his body telling him to get you before you leave.

But he remembers your eyes, angry and disappointed.

You, on the other hand, make your way to Shoko's place and she is surprised when she sees your tear-stained face at her doorway but ushers you in. "What did Gojo do this time?" Her eyes are narrowed as she thinks of the white-haired man, so undeserving of you, or at least in her mind he was. You wipe your eyes quickly and shake your head letting out a long sigh. "It was so stupid." You mutter disbelievingly at the ceiling as Shoko nods her head in grim understanding. "Well, you're welcome to stay the night, you know that." You smile gratefully at your best friend as you nod slowly. "Thanks, Shoko." She grins half-heartedly as you watch her go back into the depths of her home and see the swipe of her hand as she pulls out a cigarette, leaving you be. However, when you got yourself ready to go to bed that night, you slept terribly and he did too. You hated it; the lack of his warm arms and the cheesy lines he'd say before bed. He hated it; the lack of your sweet words and your loving gaze lulling him to sleep. He would apologise in the morning, he thought to himself.

But he never got the chance.

You were awoken to a call early in the morning and your eyes were weary as they shot to your bright phone in the depths of the dark dawn. You half expected it to be Satoru, but when you look, you see that it is a number retained for your work. Sure enough, when you pick up, it is for a job to exorcise a grade-two curse causing a reign of terror in a nearby abandoned hospital. You were a semi-grade one sorcerer and the only one with an apt grade who was free for the day. You sigh heavily and despite thinking you would have the day free, you decide that maybe you could use a win. So, you leave a note for Shoko thanking her and asking her to inform Satoru if she has the chance. Then, you quickly make your way to the Jujutsu High School for your uniform and further details. However, when you finally do make it to the abandoned hospital in the early shine of the rising sun, you notice instantly that something is wrong. You feel it brimming within the atmosphere, an untold power, an untold curse that felt too strong to be a second-grade curse. But before you can contemplate the situation further. A curse appears from the depths of the floor.

You quickly ready your weapon and soon, there is a multitude of smaller curses building upon smaller ones, gurgling incoherently and its disfigured form towering over you. You grit your teeth but ready your cursed technique. This wasn't the one you were worried about. You dodge an incoming attack and strike your weapon, but you defeat the curse after only a small number of attacks. Soon, all that is left is a muddle of its remains slowly disappearing into the floor, but this was all too easy. You know the fight's not over, and you are right. "Help me." You turn quickly at the sound of a child's voice in the barren hallway, your eyes sparking wildly at the trembling of it. The reports said nothing about hostages. "Help me, please." You start to run swiftly through the cool corridors left with built-up mould and cracks. You follow the voice as it calls out to you louder now, more rapidly.

Thinking back, you really should have been a bit more weary.

As you rip open a door, the sound of the child reaches your ears and your eyes spot a small young girl with teary eyes and soft blond hair looking at you desperately. "Please, please help me." Your eyebrows furrow at her form slightly dirty and eyes that reflect despair. "It's okay," your voice now reaches the air as you slowly approach her from the door cautiously. "Everything's going to be ok-" You are slammed into the wall from your side so rapidly that you can't even react. For a moment you're confused, and then you feel the pounding of your head and the gut-wrenching scream you stifle in your throat at the pain. The pain that now seeps through your body. Your mind whirls and your vision sways as you desperately try to get a grip on your reality, but your form is betraying you. "Help me." Your eyes go to the girl that had been in front of you but you watch wide-eyed as she disappears from sight. More like, she had never been there in the first place. It was all a trick of your mind, a hallucination put in place by the curse that looms in the corner of the room before you.

A special grade curse.

Your breath comes in rapidly as you watch it smile wickedly at you, and you groan as it slowly approaches you as you wrestle yourself from the floor and try to move. But you are too slow. The curse lets out an intolerable blow and you feel yourself break through walls and you feel your blood start to mingle atop your skin. Your vision blurs from nothing to the blurry scene of the special grade curse slowly approaching you. I'm dead. Your mind buzzes and you feel your eyes slowly start to lose their will to be kept open. I'm so dead. I couldn't even do a single thing... Your mind then flashes to a pair of bright blue eyes, to the smile you adore. Satoru... what would he say? You groan as your breath shakes at the weight of your injuries. You then feel your hands reach for your phone and you are surprised to see it unshattered after the multiple hits you undertook. You press the speed dial and bring it shakily to your ear as you watch your death approach you. It rings once, it rings twice, and then you hear it, his voice, so comforting it almost makes you cry.

"[y/n]?"

There is silence as your heart thrums faster at the impending defeat that looms and you say two words that you never thought you would say so bluntly to your boyfriend, even when every day he swore to keep you safe. "Satoru." Satoru's eyes are wide when he hears your stuttered gasps and the strain in your voice as though you were in pain; you are in pain. His heart pounds erratically and he knows instantly there's something horribly wrong. "[y/n]! What's wrong?! What's happening?!" Your mind slowly starts to turn dull as you can't even keep your eyes focused on the curse that comes before you. "Save me." With that, your phone falls limp to the floor and you don't hear the screaming that takes place from within it, or see how Gojo almost loses his mind. But as your mind whirrs and you see the building power of another cursed technique before you, your thoughts are only of him. So as consciousness fades and you finally let yourself delve into peace, you think it is a final blessing, a rare kindness of the curse when you see a flash of white hair and movements you could recognise from anywhere.

Because it has to be another hallucination.

You feel it then, arms wrapping around you and words shrouded with grief. "Baby, please, wait, I'm sorry." He blabbers and his crystal eyes are broken in his tears. "[Y/N]!"

The Gojo Satoru sobbing over the top of you, what a beautiful sight to die to.

.....

You hear it first before you see it. Pain. But it wasn't yours. There is a steady beep in the background and though your eyes are closed you wonder if life had actually gifted you more of it. You hear the steady rise and fall of your chest and you feel the steady squeeze of your hand.

You hear unsteady words, murmuring with loss.

It had been years since Shoko had seen his crystal eyes so broken as he turned to you, endless streams of tears tearing away his usual composure. His gaze is wide and full of fear so unnatural it makes even her, unbearably uncomfortable. "Gojo I know you're worried but you need to leave you can't be-" She is cut off when he looks sharply at her, form taut with dread and trauma. "Shoko, I-I can't what if she, what if she doesn't-" Shoko sighs as she looks at him and finds her own heart constricting when she looks at your seemingly unconscious form resting from injuries she had worked tirelessly to heal. Shocked was an understatement to how she felt when Gojo brought you in battered, bleeding, bruised; almost dead.

"When she wakes up, come get me."

With that, Shoko leaves with a pack of cigarettes in her hand, already blowing on one before she even reaches the door. Unbeknownst to them, you are trying desperately to move. Amid the quiet of the room, all you hear are the murmured words of your boyfriend; the 'strongest' begging you to come back to him. You finally succeed when you lightly squeeze against his hand and your eyes flutter open to unbearable light. "[y/n]..." Satoru's tired eyes are on you instantly and you meet his gaze with a half-smiling, half-grimacing regard. "Hey, S-Satoru." He moves up from his seat abruptly and wraps you around him tightly. His infinity is off as he desperately tries to feel you alive and well beneath him. "Satoru... l-life-threatening injury..." You wheeze out as his gaze widens before quickly releasing you of his form, still drowning in relief. However, as he breathes in the reality of you, a flash of realisation seems to hit him. "[y/n], I'm sorry, I let you go after a stupid argument, and if I didn't maybe then-" He starts to ramble; Gojo Satoru is lost for words. You stare at him; eyebrows furrowed, gaze adverting.

You look at the trembling of his hands.

"Satoru," you call out to him and see the rare seriousness that encompasses his gaze and the questioning look in his eyes as he turns to you. You know of his past; you lived it with him. So, you know how much this all may have impacted him. "It's okay," you say breathlessly before you feel a slight pounding in your head making you lean back down. "It was just all so stupid," you then reach for his hand once more and Gojo returns your grip quickly, his crystal gaze on you. They were filled with worry and apprehension, but they were filled with love and devotion once more; all for you. "Thank you, for saving me." You whisper and you finally see the slight upturn of his lips as he looks to you upon your bed. But you also see the severity of the worry and dread he held onto. "Don't do that again," was his only reply. You smile at him teasingly as you reach out to wipe away any remaining tears. He then leans forward slightly and cups your face in his hands, pushing away at the hair that lingers upon it. He allows himself to calm down as he gazes at you in front of him, safe and sure. He had almost lost you, he would never allow such a thing to happen to you again. His lips capture yours and you return his fervour to the best of your ability. His hands are gentle as they cradle your form and you feel your own hands carve their way gently through his hair. The both of you are lost in each other for several long moments. Or, until Shoko returns to the horrendous sight of him on top of you.

"How many times have I said, Gojo, not in here!"

Satoru barely misses the edge of her rage, but you laugh at the sight of them, safe and loved. Gojo turns to you then, his own smile quirking upwards at the relief of your joy, of your blatant forgiveness. He swore never to see the look of disappointment in your gaze again. He swore he would die before he saw your form withered in his grasp. When Shoko finally calms down enough to continue her examination, relief brimming in her own gaze as she looks to you, his gaze does not falter. His promise lingers silently in the air.

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”Oh Shrimpo!” (Angryhugs TK oneshot)

Shrimpo was having one of those days.

One of those days where he’s upset at everything possible, one where he doesn’t want to even SEE any other toon. He’d been having days like this frequently, and he hated it. 

Everything was too much on days like this. It was too bright, it was too loud, he could feel every fiber of his bed rubbing against him, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

The only toon who he was remotely okay with seeing on these days was Goob. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed the fluffy craft’s company, even when he was upset as he is now. 

He wanted to see Goob, but he couldn’t bring himself to move to pick up his phone to call the craft, curling up into a ball at the corner of his bed and squinting his eyes shut and attempting to cover his ears. 

Eventually he managed to finally bring himself to grab his phone, nearly being blinded by the light radiating off of the device as he frantically tries to text the fluffy craft, sending him a sporadic message telling him to come to the shrimp’s room.

Tears begin to well in his eyes as he begins to hyperventilate slightly, hiding under his blanket as soft sobs escape his body. He hated being overstimulated. He hated having to be so weak. He could hear the muffled sounds of toons talking in the other rooms, not being able to make out what they say despite how loud he perceived them to be, the dim light of his room was blaring through his eyelids as he squeezed them shut. He wanted everything to cease. The muffled voices became louder and louder, he could hear his heart beating fast throughout his entire body, spiraling until a certain sound broke through the white noise he was spiraling into. Three bold knocks at the door before the creaking of wood as the door opener, the fluffy craft slowly entering and shutting the door with a worried expression on his face.

He had gotten the shrimp’s text as he was in the main lobby eating lunch with his friends. He hadn’t seen Shrimpo all day, slightly worried for him as he ate. He heard his phone buzz on the table, seeing it was from shrimpo, he poorly attempted to quickly open his phone to see the text message, fumbling to put in his password multiple times due to his arms weighing his hands down. As he read the short text, he became more worried, quickly excusing himself much to the confusion of the other toons. 

As the craft opened the door, he was met with the sight of a shaking bump underneath a blanket, small sobs escaping from it as Goob made his way over and slowly sat down next to him, lifting up the blanket to see the shrimp’s face, being met with Shrimpo attempting to cover his puffy, glistening eyes as more tears continue to fall. Goob placed a hand on the back of the smaller toon, gently rubbing circles into him as he pulled the shrimp into an embrace with his other hand as he lied down to meet his eyes. 

“Shrimpy…what’s wrong..?” Goob asked sympathetically, gently grabbing Shrimpo’s hand and moving it away from his face so they could make eye contact, the shrimp looking down and away from Goob, only responding with a small whine.

“Awh…It’s ok shrimpy, come here…” Goob said, softly smiling as he turned shrimpo to his other side, pressing the smaller ones back against his fluffy chest as he engulfs the shrimp within his embrace, curling around him.

Shrimpo coos as he melts into the touch from the taller one, his sobs turning into small sniffles as his breathing begins to calm.

“See? It’s gonna be alright…” Goob coos, rubbing circles into the shrimp’s sides, which stifles a small snicker from the shrimp, him quickly trying to hide it by covering his mouth. 

The fluffy craft had noticed though, and he had an idea.

He wrapped shrimpo into a hug and picked him up, his long arms being more than enough to restrain the shrimp as well as Goob having free reign of his hands. Goob began to tickle at the shrimp’s sides playfully, which made Shrimpo begin to giggle, breaking through the nonverbal front he’s been putting on.

“H-Hey!! Stohohop that!!” The shrimp protested, unable to hold back his laughs as the fluffy craft tickled at his sides.

Goob chuckled, “Noooo~ I like hearing you laugh!!” He responded playfully, continuing to get Shrimpo’s sides, much to the dismay of the shrimp.

“Nohoho!! I meheheh- I mehehean it!!! Stohohop that!!!!” Shrimpo again attempts to get the fluffy craft to stop, his previously teary eyes beginning to dry as Goob continues to tickle him.

“Hehe~ You can’t make me shrimpy!! I’m gonna GETCHA!” Goob playfully threatened, beginning to tickle the underneath of the shrimp’s arms, making him laugh harder.

“HEHEHEY!!! PFFT- STOHOP!! STOPSTOPSTOHOHOP!” Shrimpo began to tug childishly at Goob’s arms, wanting to be let down from this (admittedly lovely for him) torture.

“Nuh uhh~ I wanna see you smile silly!” He teases, not letting go no matter how much Shrimpo tugs at him.

“F-FINE! EHEHE!- FINE! YOUHOHO WIN! I’M- HEHEHE- I’M SMIHIHILING OHOKAY! LEHEHEHET ME DOHOWN!!” Goob simply chuckles as he drops Shrimpo back onto the bed, the shrimp taking a moment to regain his breath.

“huff….NEVER….do that again…..huff…..Goob…”

Goob laughs affectionately as he pats the smaller toons head

“Oh shrimpy, you know you enjoy it!”

Shrimpo looks away blushing as he mumbles something to himself

“…shut up.”

hiii this is my first tk fic on here!!! Sorry if things may be out of character i just really love them and uhhh idk yeah….feel free to request fics!!!!

[straykidsnerd255]

Hii, how are you?? I would like to make a request to Sung Jin-woo, the reader is jealous of Jin-woo with Cha Hae in, a little angst with a cute ending, if you want to put something where the reader gets hurt slightly, that's it, thank you and have a good day!! (the reader and Jin-woo are already dating)

Title: I will never leave you

Pairing: Sung Jin Woo (w/system) x Female Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Rating: PG

Song: Hearing by Sleeping At Last, Sung Jin Woo vs Ant King Beru OST, and Trustfall by pink

Warning(s): Jealousy, Cha Hae-In is a bit rude in this one-shot (I absolutely adore Cha Hae-In but please bare with me as she acts totally out of character), Jin Woo is worried for his girlfriend, Reader being sent with the Jeju Island raid team and getting extremely injured, mentions of the fight between Jin Woo and Beru, the reader is in Cha Hae-In’s place when Beru attacks, if you haven’t read the Manhwa, there are spoilers pertaining to the last episode of season 2

Summary: You and Jin Woo have been dating since he had miraculously survived the double dungeon incident and when he started his second awakening journey. However, the stronger he got, the more distant he started to become. He would always leave you a little note every morning before he left, but your bed felt empty when he wasn’t there for you to wake up too. Now, your heart begins to break when the world starts to put him and Cha Hae-In together. Calling them the perfect couple. You knew Jin Woo was loyal to a fault, but you couldn’t help the doubts that started to crawl into your mind. So, when you are asked to join the raid team for Jeju Island, you jump on the chance but face a dire consequence when the ant king nearly sends you to the afterlife.

Word Count: 2927

I hope that you enjoy this one-shot, I may or may not have gotten carried away while writing this one. I do hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3

Morning rays of light beamed through your slightly open curtains. Opening your eyes, you were once again met with an empty bed. Jin Woo’s side neatly made and little note laying on the comforter. You reached over and gently plucked the paper from the bed. Your eyes skimmed over the words and a sigh left your lips. Slipping out of the bed, you slowly changed out of your pajamas and into a simple white T-shirt, and black combat pants. You walked to the bathroom, splashed water in your face and patted your face dry before moving to make-up. Heading downstairs to get something to eat was a chore for you now. When Jin Woo had been staying with you, he would always walk up after you. Every morning you would wake up bright and early to make you both breakfast, something you had enjoyed. 

As you pulled a bowl from your cupboard, you decided you wanted to watch a little bit of tv before heading to your guild. You were a part of the White Tiger guild and was one of the only S-ranks other than Baek-Yoonho there. As you flipped through the channels, the news popped up. Growing curious, you let it stay there as they began talking about a new possible raid on Jeju island. Your heart sank. You remember the last raid you went on there and it was a nightmare. You lost so many friends to that raid. As you listened, you almost dropped the knife you were using to put up an apple and such when you heard your boyfriend's name and Cha Hae-In’s name in the same sentence.

“I know Jim, but don’t you think that Hunter Sung and Hunter Cha made a wonderful couple?” 

“Hunter Sung has a girlfriend, Lindy. I don’t think it's wise to say such things but I will agree with you. I feel those two would make a wonderful couple.”

“Come to think of it, Hunter Sung and Hunter Cha have amazing chemistry when they fight together. Wouldn’t you say?” 

You stood in your kitchen, heart nearly pounding out of your chest as you listened to the news anchors talking about your boyfriend and another female being a good match for each other. Tears glistened in your eyes but you refused to let them fall, but it hurt. Hurt that people had overlooked you as his girlfriend and denied that they even thought you and Jin Woo looked good together. You placed the knife down on the table and walked to the quest room. Sitting on the bed, your mind began to wander. ‘Is Jin Woo tired of me?’ ‘Am I not good enough for him?’ You tried shaking your head to rid the thoughts but nothing would work.  The thoughts boiled in your mind, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest. 

As your mind wandered further and further, tears gradually spinned down your face. Your chest heaving as you tried to calm yourself down. Jin Woo was loyal. He wouldn’t do what people were saying. He wouldn’t cheat on you. Furiously wiping at the tears, you heard your phone ringing from where you had left it in the kitchen. Taking a deep, controlled breath, you rushed to answer the phone. Hearing the words from the person's voice on the other end made your blood run cold. “Of course President Go, I would be delighted to join the final raid.” You said, your heart clenching. 

Ending the call, you took a deep breath. Grabbing your things, you tossed the now spoiled food in the trash, turned the tv off and went over to Jin Woo’s apartment. Jin Woo wasn’t there but you didn’t really care at the moment. You told Jinah and their mother that you had been asked to join the final raid squad and that she would do her best to make it back alive. Both Jinah and Jinah’s mother looked at each other before looking at you. They immediately pulled you into a hug and begged you to make it back safely. You closed your eyes as you tightened the hug before pulling back. You simply nodded before leaving. You passed by Jin Woo not even stopping to say hello or even talk to him which unnerved him a little. Entering his house, he saw his mother and sister crying. 

You entered the massive building that the S-Ranks were given in order to train. You walked over to where the other S-Ranks had placed their things and immediately threw yourself into training with the Japanese S-Rank hunters. Breathing heavily as you and the other S-Rank took a break to catch your breaths and take a sip of water, you noticed Hunter Cha smiling a bit smug like towards you. Ignoring her looks, you and the other S-Rank continue your brawl before it ends in their defeat. You grab a towel Baek handed to you and pat the sweat from your body. It isn’t long before you and the rest of the raid squads are flown to Jeju Island. You took a deep breath as the island came into view. Choi noticed the fear in your body language. He held his hand out to you, a small smile of understanding on his face. 

You were grateful to him. Taking his hand seemed to calm the raging nerves that spiraled away in your heart. After a few minutes, Choi slipped his hand from yours and held them in front of him, his fire raging from his palms killing the flying ants that rushed towards the helicopter. Much like Baek’s ability, you could change into a magic beast. Your beast was a black wolf, one creature that happened to be your favorite. You were also a tank, making it easier for you to plow right through the hordes of ants, tearing them apart. You pushed through as the rest of your team followed behind. Entering the Queens chambers, Hunter Cha points out an egg that looks rather large compared to the others. Narrowing your eyes, you advise the others to be careful. A low rumble could be heard just as the Queen appeared, her roar filling the cave. 

Everything was going well, Cha and the others had weakened the Queen just enough for you to take the last swing and kill her off. People who had been watching, including your boyfriend and his family watched in amazement as the queen ant dropped to the ground. Jin Woo, however, felt something was off. He had felt unnerved when the shadow he had placed in Goto’s shadow returned to his army, a look of fear in its eyes. His heart sank when that very ant appeared behind you, after eating a bit of the queen to gain its memories. You were not even in your beast transformation when the ant’s arm slammed into your body, breaking your ribs and arm and sending you flying into a pillar. Jin Woo’s heart sank when the feed was cut. 

Cha Hae-In, although injured and bleeding profusely, stood by you. Protecting you from the ants that swarmed and rushed towards your downed body. She could see the damage that the ant king had done to you and it made her sick to think that you could possibly die here. She didn’t really like you that much, but you were a strong fighter and the fact the ant king took you out first meant death for the others. Byung Gyu did his best to try and get to you to heal you but the ant king was hell bent on keeping him away from you. Cha watched in disbelief as everyone fell to the ant king. Byung Gyu is killed in an instant, and the ant king bites his head off to gain the ability to speak and heal himself. Baek rushes forward as anger swirls around him, but the black ant just grabs him by the throat and askes; demands, where the King of the humans is before rushing out of the chamber. Hunter Ma carefully picked you up as they tried making their way out of the chambers. 

Everything felt hopeless as the ants rushed towards them, even with Choi burning them to bits. As they all feared they would end up dead, the shadows that hid within their shadows emerged, blocking the ants from advancing. Confused, the hunters tried to figure out what was going on. Before their eyes, Jin Woo appeared, his eyes narrowed into a glare as he unleashed his shadow army to fight. Tusk grew massive and created a shield that blocked the flying ants, along with electrocuting them.

Hunter Ma gently placed you on the ground as Jin Woo rushed over to them as his shadow fought. He took one look at you and felt his heart nearly stop right then and there. He knew he shouldn’t have spent time with Hunter Cha but she just wouldn’t leave him alone. Speaking of her, Cha Hae-In moved closer to his side. “She’s pretty much dead, you should leave her.” She said, hoping only Jin Woo would hear her but the rest of the group heard and stared her down, anger in their eyes. “What the hell Hunter Cha! How could you say that?!” Choi hissed, his eyes burning with anger. Jin Woo simply glared at her, causing her to back away from him. “You seemed like a nice person Miss Cha. But now I see that you are nothing but a two faced bitch.” Jin Woo snarled as he began healing the hunters around him. He moved to you and slipped his arms under your head causing you to wince and cry out. 

His heart clenched as he pulled you against his body, pouring the healing potion into your mouth. His heart sank when the notice popped up, saying your health was too low. Jin Woo was desperate now. Gently laying you down, he stood up and turned to the rest of the hunters. “I’m going to get a bit more aggressive at clearing a path.” Jin Woo said as he motioned to his shadows to move a bit faster. Igris looked behind Jin Woo to see you laying on the ground, near death. He let out a scream as he charged the horde of ants. Jin Woo was stunned but he knew how close Igris and you had gotten, as Igris took a liking to you as he considered you the queen.

Things turned for the worst when the black ant appeared in the chambers again. Jin Woo, not hesitating, walked towards the creature. Everything was still before the fight broke out. First, it was just them testing each other out before the real battle began. Baek Yoonho was struggling even with his beast eyes to keep up with the fight. What felt like hours to him, Jin Woo was finally standing before the ant, his eyes burning with anger as the ant turned and scuttled away, fear evident in its fleeing. Jin Woo made quick work as he mutilated the ant. As the battle ended, the system notified him of the two levels he had claimed from ending the life of the ant king. His thoughts were interrupted when Hunter Ma’s worried call of his name rang out. 

You were lying on a white cloth that someone had brought, your face growing paler as the minutes ticked by. Your breathing becomes shallower, and your lips turning purple. Jin Woo frantically took the Elixir of Life from his inventory and tried giving it to you. When that failed, his heart was screaming. His mind burns through thoughts of what he could do to save your life. His head suddenly snapped up and he turned towards the shadows that stood behind him. “Find a healer's body now!” He ordered, watching as the shadows rushed around. Before long, an orc returns with Min Byung Gyu’s body cradled in its arms. Laying the body on the ground, Jin Woo holds his hand over the headless body. “Arise.” He said. Everyone watched in both shock and horror as the shadow version of Min Byung Gyu appeared before them. 

Baek gripped Jin Woo’s shoulder but watched as Jin Woo didn’t even command the shadow. Byung Gyu walked towards your slowly dying body before opening the book in his hand and holding his head out towards you. Green light surrounded your body as the wounds that the black ant had inflicted on you began to mend and disappear from your body. Your scrunched up face began to relax and the color returned to your face. Byung Gyu lowered his hand and walked back towards Jin Woo, ready to bow to him but Jin Woo placed a hand on his shoulder, muttering, “Release.” Baek was stunned when Byung Gyu’s shadow turned to him and smiled softly before disappearing. 

Hunter Ma was given the task to carry you out of the chambers as you would be weak for the time being as you had been near death. Nodding his head, the giant carefully picks you up, your still weak body leaning against him. Jin Woo watches before Baek Yoonho turns to him after they exited the chambers. “Are you coming with us?” He asked. Jin Woo shook his head, even though he desperately wanted to make sure you would be ok. “I have some unfinished business here.” He said, calling for Kaisel. The massive wyvern appeared before Baek and the others, making them gasp as Jin Woo launched into the air, taking care of the few ants that surrounded the escape route of the helicopter. When everyone was out of sight, Jin Woo left Kaisel to continue to fight while he returned to the carcass of the black ant. Lifting his hand, he stared down at the ant. “Arise.” He said. Everything went black before disappearing. The ant he had killed stood before him as a shadow. Giving the ant the name Beru, Jin Woo asked him to finish up the last of the ants left. 

{Days Later}

Opening your eyes, you groaned when the blinding light of the hospital blinded you. Chuckling, the doctor turned to you, a smile on her face. “I’m glad to see you finally awake Hunter l/n. You were really lucky to have a healer find you just in time to heal those wounds you had received on that island.” The doctor said, writing a few things down before bowing and leaving you alone for a moment. A knock was heard and Jin Woo stepped in. You watched as he grabbed a chair and sat by your bed, his eyes trying to meet yours but your stare was harsh. “Jin Woo?” You asked, watching as he finally looked at you. He nodded his head and opened his mouth to say something but choked on his tears that just suddenly began to fall down his face. You moved to gently wipe the tears from his eyes. 

Jin Woo leaned into your hand before placing his hand over yours and pressing closer. Not knowing what came over you, you look Jin Woo directly in the eyes. “Do you like Hunter Cha?” You asked, watching and searching Jin Woo’s eyes but you saw nothing. Leaning forward, Jin Woo gently pressed his lips against yours. A fire bloomed into your chest as he kissed you gently before taking his free hand and tangling it in your hair. You hummed into the kiss before he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. His gray eyes staring you down before kissing his lips to your nose, smiling when you giggled. Gently grabbing his wrist, you pull him til he has one knee on the hospital bed. 

“Lay with me for a moment?” You whispered, watching as he immediately melted and laid by your side. His arm drifted over your waist, gently pulling your body against his. Your hands landed on his chest before they moved up and cupped his face. His eyes looked down at you with so much love that your previous thoughts disappeared as fast as they had formed. Your thumb brushes over his cheekbone, a content sigh leaving his lips as he leans forward, his forehead gently pressing against yours. “Promise me you will never go on a raid like that again?” He whispered, waiting for your answer. You could hear the fear in his voice when he spoke and it broke your heart. You snuggled into his chest, your eyes closed and your ear pressed against his heart. “I promise.” You whispered, smiling when Jin Woo’s hold on you tightened ever so slightly. “Promise me you won’t leave me?” You whispered, your body slowly growing tired. Jin Woo, at that moment, knew you had seen the rumors of him and Hunter Cha. A soft ‘tch’ spilled from his mouth and he vowed to go and talk with those stupid damn reporters.

Pulling you even closer to his chest without hurting you, his hand reached towards your face, gently brushing hair out of your face. “I will never leave you. Not now, not ever.” He whispered, watching as your lips gently filled out a bright smile before sleep took hold. Your gentle breathing made Jin Woo’s heart race before he too fell asleep, you tucked in his arms, his safe haven, and the love of his life. The women he planned on marrying when the time was right, and no gates or dungeons could destroy his already growing peaceful life. ‘One day.’ He thought, ‘One day everything will be perfect.’