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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, angst, past breakup, toxic relationship, lots of tears, reminiscing, desperation like really bad… an unhealthy amount, you call your ex

word count: 399

working on requests but i’m swamped by work<33 tysm if you requested, i’m getting to it !!

Ring, ring.

A sound you thought would never hear from this line again. You tried to move on— to block him and forget so many painful memories, but alas, you were too weak. Too focused on the memories that once were and what could have been of you.

You tried to forget the stinging tears and endless nights waiting for him to love you like you did that came with loving him. You tried to forget how he so easily left you for another, another that was infinitely better than you could have ever been. You really did try, but you couldn’t.

You promised to distance yourself, already shedding so many tears for him. You cared too much, while he cared so little— so little that your heart couldn’t take it. So little that you left, but here you were once again at his feet.

Clouded by your misery and loneliness, you called him. You promised yourself you wouldn’t, yet here you were: on the line, waiting for him to pick up, if he even would.

He wouldn’t, you concluded. The line had been ringing for too long, and he must not want to hear your voice. You shouldn’t have done it, even if you so desperately wanted to hear his sweet voice vibrate in your ears.

Voicemail.

He didn’t pick up, you were right. You shouldn’t have, you wouldn’t have. If it weren’t for the sight of a guy who looked just like him on the street, holding a girl’s hand. It reminded you of him— of how you used to be before he revealed who he really was. The face behind so many disguises, so many lies and deceptions.

A tear fell on your screen, would you really do this? Were you this desperate?

You knew the answer, and now he would too.

“Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I want to talk. I miss you a lot. Please call me back, please. I still love you so much. I’m sorry, but call me back and hear me out.”

Why couldn’t you let go of him?

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ᰔᩚ itadori yuji x reader, angst (i’m in a hateful mood), lovers to strangers, breakups, heartbreak(?), emotional cheating

word count: 307

little valentines drabble that i might actually make into a oneshot, what do you think loves <3

Yuji loved you, more than anything in the world. He swore up and down he loved you farther than space could reach. Yet, in this very moment, you didn’t feel that.

How were you supposed to feel with the information you were given? Yuji settled. For you.

He couldn’t have the one he wanted so he went for the next best thing: you. You who was always willing to be there for him. You who cared for him so much that you stayed even with Sukuna’s meddling, only to find out you weren’t his first choice.

It led you to thinking, did he kiss you with somebody else in mind? Who was this somebody? And why couldn’t you be that somebody?

Now you knew, you should’ve paid attention when he walked faster and left you behind. When he mistakenly called you another name. When he started a train of thought, but never bothered to finish it. The unsaid I love you’s that never were.

You then understood what the distant look in his eyes was when he was with you. He never saw you for you, he only saw you as a replacement. A what could have been, but never was. A reminder of the past that never would be.

You should have listened when you were told he was too good to be true. Too good for someone like you. You’ll listen next time, when you’ve fallen in love with another and left him behind. But, deep down, you knew a part of you would still love him.

He was your everything, but you were his second best.

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hi ml 💘 okay idk if ur requests are still open + this is my first time requesting but i’m dumping this here,, anyways

could u possibly do another connor lassiter x reader? preferably slow burn angst with a very fluffy ending but honestly idgaf atp i’m starving 🤧

notes: hi!! tysm for requesting and yes, my requests are always open at any time! i’m always open to suggestions from my readers, especially concerning unwind since i love it sm<3

ᰔᩚ connor lassiter x reader, angst with a fluff ending, slow burn!, insecurities, misunderstandings, love triangle, childhood friend reader, connor can’t choose lassiter, ooc connor probably, sweet confession near the end!!, some post undivided towards the end as well !

word count: 1.9k,, longest fic yet !!

I think I made this way too angsty and long, but bear with me guys :’) I also kind of switch a bit between POVs to include some of Connor’s thoughts, hope that’s fine! Honestly, I just wrote and let the ideas flow, but I hope this is what you wanted, dear anon<3

You’ve known Connor since you were little kids. You grew up together — as neighbors, always playing together. From all the time spent together you considered him your best friend, even if you knew he didn’t think much of you.

In your heart, you knew you were not enough to consider him your friend, but you were selfish. You wanted Connor to see you as more than the annoying neighbor who constantly wanted to hang out with him, more than someone who was just pleading for an ounce of attention in his eyes. You wished he was happier with you than he was with fighting his parents.

Maybe if you tried hard enough to keep him away from fights — from meaningless arguments with peers, with his mom and dad — you wouldn’t have to hear his parents talking about an unwind order. Maybe if you dragged him away whenever he caused trouble for no apparent reason, you wouldn’t have to watch as Connor did everything in his power to make his parents regret their decision.

You watched as Connor studied to get that B+ in his science exam, as he gave his mother flowers. You silently watched as he turned into a shadow of the person he used to be, but it wasn’t enough. When was it ever enough? When could parents ever change their mind after they signed off on their children’s lives?

You watched as the time neared for Connor to go. You watched as he grew fearful, as trepidation crawled up his spine as if it could happen at any moment. You watched as he made the plan to leave— as you never crossed his mind even once.

You watched, that was all you ever did. You watched as the one you loved pleaded for his love to run away with him. You watched as she agreed, and wondered would you? You were sure you would. You’d trade the world to have Connor in your arms.

Finally, you watched as Ariana told Connor she wouldn’t go with him— she had a life — he no longer did. You watched as Connor crumbled, as he fell into the deep ends of his pain: the pain inflicted by the very people he called “parents.” Then and there, you decided it was fine if Connor didn’t love you, as long as he was happy.

You came up to Connor after Ariana revealed she wouldn’t go with him.

“How about you and I?” you asked softly, kneeling down near him.

“What about that?” he answered, taking a moment to throw you a look before resuming what you assumed was his spiraling. You couldn’t blame him, you would react similarly.

“I’ll go with you, Connor; wherever you want to go,” You brushed a stray hair out of his eye. “Just say the word.”

“What if I say now?”

You didn’t lie to him when you said that, quite the opposite. You followed him, did as he wanted while trying your best to keep him out of trouble.

You followed him as he got captured and tried to free himself. You followed as he met Risa, as he met Levi too.

Oh, how you hated the day Connor and Risa met. You hated it all: how she slowly started replacing you while he forgot you, how she became the glue that kept the group together, how she was, just to put it simply, better than you.

You slowly went from being part of his life to once again becoming a spectator. You were watching, again.

You saw how Connor looked at Risa. The softened eyes, the small tug at the lips you longed to kiss, the calmness and serenity that he exuded when she was around. You saw it all, of course you did, and you wished, oh you wished, you were her.

You wished just once he’d pick you. You were there since childhood, since you were kids. And yet, as soon as some other girl comes around, he’s interested.

Why? Why could he never see you? Why were you destined to yearn for a soul that did not reciprocate? Why was kismet so cruel? Why did it torture you so?

Why were you forced to watch as the one you loved fell for another? Why would your hearts never intertwine?

Even if you thought the opposite, Connor saw you. He’s always noticed you in his shadow, as if that was all you were meant to be.

Connor saw how you were always the first willing to help him— always willing to clean his bloody knuckles and nose after he just fought. You were the first one to actually try, and not give up on him after the first sign of him being, well, him. You were always there to help him study, to keep him out of trouble.

Connor liked you, he did. He just had no idea how to show you, not when you were always lingering, but never fully present. He had no idea how to take you out of your shell as a kid.

The brunette had been making progress to get to know you, even if most of it was just you scolding him. He used his fights as a way to push you towards him, to get you to open up when you were so mysterious.

Connor thought he liked you until he met his then girlfriend, Ariana.

After meeting her, all his feelings for you evaporated, never given a chance to come to light. He became fixated on her, just her, with no room for you. Soon, you reverted back to that shadow he worked so hard to get you out of. But he didn’t notice, not when all his attention was on her.

Following the fallout with Ariana, you two became close or as close as he would allow you. You became a constant in his life: a pillar of support. But that’s all you ever were, a continuance— never to become a change.

If only Connor noticed how you looked at him like he had crafted the skies, the earth, the stars, by hand. If only he realized his feelings weren’t unrequited — quite the opposite — you loved him. If only he realized the tightening of his throat and sweaty palms whenever you were around weren’t anxiety.

If only he gave you his focus once again. But he wouldn’t, not when Risa was in front of him, and all he could think about was her. Her pretty green eyes that reminded him of the grass blowing in the wind, her brown hair — almost like his, but not quite, her charming yet tough personality.

Everyone saw the signs: Connor was a fool in love. And you wished to be the one the fool loved.

They knew Connor was in love, but did they know it was two people? Did they know he laid awake at night wondering, questioning why his feelings came back for you?

Was it the sickly sweet domestic sight of you helping the kids in Sonia’s basement? Was it how kind and pure you remained despite the world you were dragged into? Was it that you were always there every step of the way for Connor, but he didn’t bother for you?

Maybe it was everything. Maybe it was the longing for someone who understood him. Risa understood Connor, but only to an extent, where as you, you knew Connor.

You knew who Connor was and what he stood for, even if those morals had been slightly fractured. You could recognize Connor amongst a sea of Connors. You, it was always you.

Connor couldn’t fool himself now. He understood the feelings that brewed inside him before. He understood what the tingle he got whenever you touched him was. He understood what the fastening of his heartbeat around you was.

Connor understood so much, yet so little at the same time. But, did it really matter when he knew he wanted you? Did anything when all he saw was you in his dreams? Laying there while he reached across to touch your hair and bring you close. While he inhaled your comforting scent. Waking only to find you across the room, leaving him with a soulful ache.

He came up to you while you were with the kids. “Can we talk?” he whispered into your ear, tickling it in the process and leading to goosebumps dotting across your skin.

You silently stood and nodded, promising the children vying for your attention you’d be back.

You both stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke up. “I..I don’t know how to tell you, but I just wanted to say I’ve always noticed you. Despite what you think, I appreciate everything you’ve done, how nurturing you’ve been. How you still care for me even if I just toss you aside.”

“Connor, if this is you telling me you don’t want me around anymore, I get it. It’s fine, don’t drag it out,” You interrupted, your tearing heart begging you to put an early end to the conversation.

“What? No, no. Don’t think that. I would never want that from you, ever.”

“Then why did you bring me here? Please, tell me. The children want me back and I don’t think this is a good idea, your girlfriend is looking at us,” You tilted your head behind him, directing him to look at a staring Risa.

“Risa’s not my girlfriend, and why should I care who’s looking?” Connor stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if he was thinking before continuing on. “Let’s give them a reason to look.”

He then grabbed your head, pulling you closer to his body and crashing your lips together.

You were in shock, but soon melted into the kiss. It was slow, passionate, and full of hidden emotions, by both you and Connor. The kiss revealed things you wouldn’t dare say out loud before, until now.

As much as you wanted it to continue, as much as you wanted to indulge in your daydreams becoming true, you pulled away.

“Why..why would you do that?” you whispered out, watching the string of saliva that connected you both.

“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”

“You’ll be the death of me someday, Connor.”

“I just want you to know that I have loved you since we were kids, even if I didn’t show it,” Connor slowly said, like he was a sailor out in uncharted waters. Maybe this was uncharted waters, you’d never done anything of the sort with him.

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You heard the door close, signaling that Connor was home.

You heard his soft sigh next, with accompanied shuffling until he stepped foot into the living room. Connor laid down next to you, setting his face on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

“Long day?” you whispered out before flipping the page of the book currently keeping you occupied.

“Mhm, so many things to do, yet so little time,” Connor responded before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

You set your book down then looked at him, “How about I run you a bath?”

“Join me.”

You gave him one last kiss before getting up, “Come on then. I made your favorite.”

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ᰔᩚ fushiguro megumi x reader, angst, manga spoilers!!!! (chapter 212), violence, death, goryish, established relationship, hurt with no comfort

word count: 358

Megumi gave you one last look before he was gone. Before his body fell victim to Sukuna’s overpowering one.

The glance in his eyes told you all you needed to know: he wanted you to run. Run like you never had before, as if you were Itadori but better.

You saw the changes that came next. The black lines starting to cover the body you cradled in your arms at night, the two eyes forming at the bottom of the eyes that looked at you with love, the lips you kissed softly curling into a deep cruel smirk. The most prominent was the voice change; it was raspier, deeper, no longer the voice that whispered “I love yous” when he thought you weren’t listening.

Megumi was gone. Gone to the one you all hated above anything: Sukuna.

Itadori could only stare in fear at what had transpired. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to stay as Sukuna’s vessel and die with him. It was the pink haired boy’s burden alone, not Megumi’s, yet he had no say in what had happened.

“Megumi?” you whispered out, not willing to believe what had unfolded in front of your very eyes.

Megumi, or rather, Sukuna didn’t bother to dignify you with an answer, and instead went straight for you after Itadori.

His hand curled around your neck, tightening its grip as you fought against it. His sharp nails digged into your throat, drawing blood.

It was a heartbreakingly bloody scene to watch as you tried to break Sukuna’s hand away, knowing you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Megumi, even if it wasn’t him anymore.

“I love you, Megumi,” were your last words before he tore your throat out and dropped your frail body like it was nothing.

He knew he’d crush the boy’s spirit by going after you, killing you with his own hands, and watching as you took your last breath while he could do nothing, but let you slip through the cracks of his hands.

If Sukuna were to look deep inside him, he would be able to hear the black haired boy’s soft hidden cries.

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ᰔᩚ female character x female!reader, angst, one-sided pining, gender envy(?), implied relationships, friends to strangers, wishing you were someone you aren’t

word count: 285

You saw how she looked at him, and it crushed you. It crushed you to think that it would have been you if only you were also a guy. It crushed you to think that maybe, in another universe, you would have had a chance. But not in this universe.

This universe was cruel, unforgiving. It didn’t care for what you wanted, not at all. You wished that this universe would grant your wish of being him. Maybe then, you would have been able to call her yours.

Maybe, if you were a little bit rougher around the edges. If you lacked the softness you had. If you weren’t so carefree and happy. If you treated her as if she meant nothing to you, but you both secretly knew she did. If you were just a guy.

So many thoughts swirled around your head, so many maybes, so many possibilities. Would she have loved you if you were him?

You didn’t just want to be friends, you wanted more. You were greedy when it came to her, only wishing for what you could never have. You wished she would have found it within herself to love you as deeply as she loved him.

In another lifetime, she would be the one sitting in your lap. You would be the one sweetly caressing her face, watching as she leans into your embrace. You would be the one getting her smug looks and comforting words.

In another lifetime, she’d be yours while he wished he was you; just not in this one.

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ᰔᩚ dan heng x reader, angst & fluff(?), implied death, reincarnation, waiting for your love

wc: 391 words

inspired by the park scene in tale of the nine tailed !

Dan Heng knew this feeling all too well.

He’d grown accustomed to loneliness, days and nights spent by his lonesome. With you, nowhere in sight.

He sat alone on a bench in the park. His mind had drifted back to you once again, to the moments where you flashed him a smile or did even the simplest of things. Those moments made Dan Heng believe the Aeons had blessed him. He felt like he held a world in his palm, and could only wish to continue holding it tenderly.

His head was taken back down from the clouds when he heard someone take a seat beside him. Ah, how fitting: a little boy with candy. The dragon’s mind was filled instantly with the grateful way your lips curved when he gave you sweets, or the way you planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded, but even more smitten. Maybe this was a sign from you.

The boy, whose name he never got, sat idly next to him, and asked what he was doing.

“I’m waiting for someone,” Dan Heng softly whispered, taking only a moment to glance at the boy before looking at the families around.

They reminded him of you.

“For who?” The child inquired before pushing the bag of treats his way, offering him some.

“My first love,” Dan Heng said as he shook his head at the little boy’s offer.

“My mom also waits for my dad to come home during the nights.”

“This time, it’s different. They won’t come back to me anytime soon.”

The wind carried his voice away, as if they were but soft petals making their way through the world. You and the petals were alike in that way: the wind took you both. You both would fall to the ground, but unlike them, you’d be able to spurt from the soil, again.

Dan Heng would always be willing to wait for you, no matter if it took 100 nights or 1000 nights. He’d wait patiently for the moment you’d come back to him, and caress his face lovingly.

So, could you please hurry and be the remedy he needed for his breaking heart?

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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, pretty short piece, rejection, heartbreak, insecuries, just all around angst?

wc: 142 words

In the mornings, you wished he would stay. You wished he would finally choose you for once. You wished he would love you.

You wished he would hold you as if you were his world. But not everyone gets what they wish for, certainly not you.

It was clear he didn’t see you in that way, but you still tried. You gave it your all, maybe then, he’d fall for you. And you’d be able to catch him.

Maybe if you had tried harder, you wouldn’t be dealing with the festering feeling of resentment towards yourself. You wouldn’t have to nitpick every little thing about you. Maybe, you would have been happy, with him.

Maybe, you wouldn’t be crying cosmos out of your eyes.

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ᰔᩚ nanook x trailblazer! reader, fluff, soft nanook, unhinged thoughts & actions, probably ooc

wc: 225 words

Nanook, who gave you their blessing first. Through them, you acquired the Destruction, solely because they wanted you to.

Nanook, who follows you throughout your journey through the stars, who always makes sure to keep a watchful eye on you.

Nanook, who despite wanting to rid the universe of its taintedness, looked at you with eyes they gave no other, with fondness and love.

Nanook, who slowly but surely fell for you, and could only hope you would feel the same way. (you didn’t even know them)

Nanook, who would let you braid their hair while they laid in your lap.

Nanook, who endearingly watched you dig through trash cans, and made it their mission to keep any the legion found.

Nanook, who softly kissed your forehead when you slept after adventures.

Nanook, who sent more monsters after you, thinking it was a way to show their courting, only to be confused when you ran from them.

Nanook, who wished they could be March 7th or Dan Heng or even Welt Yang, and accompany you during your travels.

Nanook, who witnessed the destruction and carnage in Adlivun, and was never the same.

Nanook, who promised to keep you by their side, whether it was reciprocated or not.

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Main Masterlist

Genshin Impact:

➼ “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon” [Neuvillette x reader]

— The rain pours over Fontaine, darkening its skies. You immediately take that as your sign to see a certain someone.

➼ “Once Mine” [Male Character x reader]

— He was yours once, now he belonged to another.

➼ “My Dearest Love” [Baizhu x reader]

— You’d fallen hook, line, and sinker for Baizhu, but you were more than okay with it.

➼ “Close To Me” [Yandere Alhaitham x reader]

— You finally give into Alhaitham and fall right into his arms.

➼ “I Wished For You” [Male Character x Reader]

— You saw the love he gave to another, and could only wish he would have done the same to you when you were together.

➼ “One Day” [Zhongli x reader] - (pt. 2) (alt. ending)

— You loved Zhongli, but he could never be yours.

➼ “Are You Mine Yet?” [Zhongli x reader] - (pt. 1) (alt. ending)

— You’re plagued by Hanahaki Disease because of your unrequited feelings for Zhongli, but there might still be a chance for you.

➼ “A Chance” [Alhaitham x reader] - (pt. 1) (pt.2)

— Alternative Ending: You move to Sumeru, leaving Zhongli and romance behind. Will it be that easy for you though?

Honkai: Star Rail:

➼ “I want you” [Blade x reader]

— Your soul yearns for Blade, but does he feel the same?

➼ “Through Heaven and Hell” [Nanook x reader]

— Nanook being fond of you (headcanons)

➼ “Hurry Up Now, Darling” [Dan Heng x reader]

— Dan Heng’s been waiting for you for so long.

Unwind Series:

➼ “A Sickly Sweet Home” [Connor Lassiter x reader]

— Connor only wishes to settle down after everything that went down, only this time, its with you.

➼ “The Trials of Time” [Roland Taggart x reader]

— You let Roland in during your time as an AWOL, but it only hurt you more than it helped.

➼ “How About?” [Connor Lassiter x reader]

— You don’t think Connor loves you, especially now that Risa showed up.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

➼ “Fool’s Gold” [Megumi Fushiguro x reader]

— You’ve lost Megumi, but now he’s lost you forever.

➼ “Second Best” [Yuji Itadori x reader]

— You were never Yuji’s first choice.

Record of Ragnarok:

➼ “Undeserving of Your Love” [Poseidon x God! reader]

— You meet Poseidon, soon falling in love. Unluckily for you, he already had someone he adored.

Demon Slayer:

➼ “In Another Lifetime” [Akaza x reader]

— Akaza and you are in love, but you can’t be together, not when the universe itself is against you.

Any Characters:

➼ “Would you choose me just this once?” [Male Character x reader]

— You love him so dearly, yet he thinks of you as nothing.

➼ “Hope To Be Yours” [Male Character x reader]

— He picks someone else over you, but you’re used to it.

➼ “Love Me, Please?” [Yandere Female Character x reader]

— She loved you first, so why were you with someone else?

➼ “Web of Lies” [Female Character x reader]

— You and her play a game of manipulation, but who’s really in charge?

➼ “Maybe” [Male Character x reader]

— You knew, no matter what, he would never choose you or love you.

➼ “Want Me Too” [Female Character x female! reader]

— You wished you were him.

➼ “Call Me Back” [Male Character x reader]

— It hurt to be something, but it was worse to be nothing. You choose the former.

Beings:

➼ “God’s Gift” [Yandere Archangel x Demon! reader]

— They’ve set their sights on you during battle, vowing you’d forever be theirs from then on.

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ᰔᩚ yandere archangel x demon! reader, underlying threats of violence, religious themes, mentions of death & war, manipulation, sadism, kidnapping

wc: 538 words

They saw you first.

You were just a demon among a legion of them, no remarkable fighting skills but not bleak enough to be singled out. You were perfectly forgettable in the midst of battle, yet they couldn’t forget you.

Your angel could remember the dimples of your face, the curves and shadows surrounding it. They could remember the expression of anger you were making. It was clear the tension and fatigue of the battle was getting to you, but you still looked so ethereal.

They could remember so much yet so little of you. It was only a glimpse they caught, but they immediately wanted more. Were they wrong for lusting after a demon, a vermin, such as you? Your angel knew they were, it was taboo, not to mention forbidden. They just couldn’t help themselves.

Were they also in the wrong for moving from their position in battle and flying over to where you were? They probably were, but it didn’t feel so. They did know they were in the wrong when they eradicated those around you. Both angels and demons alike fell to their feet, taking a sweet breath once more before stopping.

You cowered before them, why was that so? They would do you no harm, of that they reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that knocked you out and taking you. Taking you from what you called home, away from everyone and everything.

Your angel was soft, comforting, but you didn’t see it that way. You saw it as a facade, one where they hoped you lowered your guard and they’d strike. They’d already stripped you of your most precious part: your wings, what more could they want?

You were sure they only wanted to harm you more, the tight handcuffs around your hands and legs reassured you of that even more. But, your angel didn’t see it that way, instead, they thought it was the best course of action. How else could they tame a demon such as you?

Of course, your angel could always harm you: that threat constantly loomed over your head, keeping you stiff and compliant. They were an archangel, holding great power that you could only dream of as a low ranking demon. But, they never did hurt you, not for now at least.

They kept you fed and clothed, which was hard to come by in the depths of Hell. You were safe and warm, but that was only physically. Your angel made sure to torment you daily, weathering your mind and will away. They were entertained by how the handcuffs seemed to dig into your skin, only loosening them when you begged them.

They would wait for the day you gave into them. Time was not an issue, seeing as both of you had lifespans that could go across for eons. It was only a matter of when you would fall into their arms and embrace the future that was inevitable.

They had worked so hard; God said you were their reward, so won’t you be good?

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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, really really short drabble, heavy angst, unrequited love, wanting someone that doesn’t want you

inspired by my own situation !

wc: 229 words

It hurt you,

Whenever he looked at you, but never saw you.

It hurt you, whenever he walked past you, as if many nights were not spent conversing away.

It hurt the very core of your soul, whenever he ignored you, like you were nothing but a speck of dirt in his vision.

You wondered if he could ever love you the way you loved him. Would he ever be capable of adoring you so? Would he allow himself a moment to let you in?

Could he ever stop just saying hi? Could he ever stop just walking past you like you were strangers? Could he just love you?

All your efforts: gone to waste. You tried, and tried, and tried, yet they were all futile. They were all nothing, but a nuisance to him.

Oh, how it hurt you so much. You only wished for a moment of solace in his arms, in the sweet embrace you so longed for. But you knew you couldn't have it, not when he only thought of you as an acquaintance.

You hoped, if the heavens were to grant you one wish, it would be that he wanted you as much as you did him.

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ᰔᩚ blade x reader, angst, one-sided pining (not really, but really), avoiding, ghosting (kinda?), thoughts of confessions, blade is a little ooc

inspired by nightclub love by matt maltese !

wc: 493 words

You wanted him.

You swore your soul yearned for Blade. It whispered sweet words in your ears all day, pleading you to hold him with all the love you could give. You wanted him in ways that you couldn’t even begin to explain, ways that made your insides flutter and your cheeks feel hot.

Yes, you were sure you wanted him, but Blade? Blade you were sure felt no way towards you that didn’t involve disdain. He couldn’t even spare a glance in your way anymore, which only tore at your heartstrings even more. Blade wanted nothing to do with you like he once did, of that you were sure.

How you wished you could run your fingers through his delicate blue hair. How you wished you could tend to his wounds when he got hurt. How you wished you could be there for him, especially when he desired Death’s sweet embrace. How you wished Blade wanted you the same way you wanted him.

You could only hope Blade’s heart called out to you. You could only hope it reeled you in like a fish. Hoping was all you could do in a situation where you were avoided like the plague.

Opposed to what you thought, Blade didn’t hate you. Oh, how wrong you were. Blade was completely smitten by you: smitten by your smile, your laugh, your sickingly sweet character that only made him love you more. He wanted nothing more than to show you how he did, but he couldn’t.

Blade couldn’t allow himself to get close to another. He couldn’t open himself up to you the way he wished he could. He couldn’t be what you wanted him to be, so he distanced himself.

What were once soft discreet smiles thrown your way and times of laughter (mainly on your side) were no more. You could no longer go on and on about any topic, and he no longer listened. No longer did you both have conversations over coffee under the stars. No longer did you and Blade talk about Elio’s possible paths for the future. All that you (and Blade) wanted and more were no more.

Every time you tried to strike up a conversation with him, he didn’t reciprocate. Every single time Blade ignored you, it only hurt you more to watch as he allowed Kafka to talk his ear off.

Maybe if Blade held off on ignoring you for a bit longer, he would have realized you were going to confess. Maybe, he could have seen the stars in your eyes that shined brightly for him. Maybe, you could have had a chance.

Oh, how you were a victim of Eros and could do nothing but wish you were struck by a lead arrow.

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ neuvillette x reader, teeny tiny drabble, angst with a hint of fluff, brief crying, comfort, established relationship, soft neuvillette & reader

wc: 231 words

It was raining today.

The rain hinted at you things it didn’t for others. One of those being that Neuvillette was shedding tears. Tears for who or what? You’ll never know. All you knew was that your boyfriend was in need of comfort.

The rain was fierce today— raging on with no sign of stopping. It blew umbrellas out of people’s hands, perhaps as a sign of Neuvillette’s anger at himself during today’s trials.

You went to the Palais Mermonia in the Court of Fontaine, with the intention of seeing your boyfriend. Some Melusines stood right outside Neuvillette’s door, almost as if seeming to go in, but never doing so. Once they saw you, they quickly made way for you, only hoping you could soothe the weeping dragon.

“Neuvillette?” you asked as you entered.

He gave no sign of answering, only burying his face deeper into his hands and turning away from you.

“Hey, I’m here for you,” you said softly, nearing towards him with light steps.

You got close to him, and opening your arms, beckoned him even closer. Neuvillette crashed into your arms, making you stumble back a bit, but you recovered, and only tighted your arms around him.

“Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don’t cry.”

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ roland taggart x reader, lovers to enemies, angst, heartbreak, cheating (sort of but really), betrayal, somewhat soft ooc roland, neglectful parents, set during the first book (unwind)

wc: 1046 words

You met Roland on the run, merely by chance.

Your parents signed your unwind order after they decided that taking care of nine kids was simply not sustainable nor a liveable situation. As the oldest of your siblings, the responsibility now fell on you. Your parents no longer wanted you around; they wanted you gone, and you knew soon the siblings after you would follow.

You were used to being unloved by your parents, uncared for and thrown aside, only to function as a second parent and raise your siblings. Yet it still hurt when you found out they were so willing to throw you away, as if you were dust on their shelves, only serving as a nuisance. You desperately yearned for their validation, but deep down inside, you knew you’d never get it.

After finding the copy of the order, you knew you had to run, if not for you, then for your siblings. They didn’t deserve to watch as the Juvey-cops took away their sibling or the struggle that would come with it. So, you ran, ran as far as your feet would take you, as far as your siblings would want you to. You didn’t stop unless it was for necessities, until you knew you were a safe distance, and even then, you still had to keep going.

You were in a gas station when you met him, looking only to buy water after a long day of trying to stay unspotted. Roland knew you were an AWOL from the second he saw you. After all, he was no stranger to one himself, he could recognize an AWOL from miles away. He wasn’t sure why, but he approached you. Maybe he was curious about who you were, or maybe he wanted company after feeling so alone for a long time.

Regardless of Roland’s reasoning for approaching you, the pair of you grew close, closer than any of you had been to anyone else. It felt comforting, as if you had finally found home, in his arms. Many nights were spent wrapped in each other’s warmth when you found no place to stay. Those nights you cherished and held the closest to your heart, as they were the only moments he allowed himself to melt in your arms, to be soft.

Soon enough, you found Sonia’s shop, a refuge you both so desperately needed. It would finally allow for a moment of rest without needing to wonder how you’d survive everyday, and you could spend more time focused on Roland, or so you thought. Immediately upon arrival, Roland established himself as the leader and above everyone. You could no longer spend time with him, and instead had to beg for a speck of his attention. It seemed like he no longer cared as he was a king ruling over his kingdom, and you? Well, you were just another for him to assert his dominance over.

Things only started changing when a new group arrived: a girl who held a baby in her arms, and a boy who looked angry and guarded.

You could tell Roland already despised them, and they hadn’t even said a word. The boy, whose name you learned was Connor, and Roland often clashed. They always had tension festering whenever they interacted, waiting for a moment to release it. As much as you had tried to stop it from exploding in everyone’s face, you couldn’t, or rather, Roland wouldn’t let you, pushing you farther and farther, until it finally blew up.

You could see the look in Roland’s eye: the calculating look of a plan forming in his mind. You tried to stop him from doing something dumb, especially with so many around, you really did, but Roland was his own person, and took orders from nobody but himself.

You heard it, next: the struggle, the look Roland gave Risa, the words he said, Connor’s calm demeanor. You heard it all, yet you couldn’t believe your ears. You couldn’t or wouldn’t believe Roland was capable of doing such thing or even saying it.

Roland saw you on his way out, not even giving a reaction apart from a smirk thrown in your direction. Connor came out after, only offering you an apology for hearing that.

You confronted Roland soon after that, no longer willing to be quiet after what you had witnessed.

“Are we going to acknowledge what you just did?” you said to Roland, who was sitting by his lackeys.

Roland stood up, then taking your hand, dragged you to an empty corner with no one around.

“What do you want, now?” He says. “I don’t have time for this.”

“On the contrary, you certainly have time to go and frighten a girl who did nothing to you just to infuriate Connor, yet not for me.”

“What’s your point?”

“I want to go back to the way we were, Roland. I don’t want to continue fighting for crumbs of your attention, yet some guy gets it all. I want to go back to how we used to be in love.”

“Can’t you just let it go? I don’t love you like I once did. I’m done with you, I’ve washed my hands of you,” Roland said. “I don’t know how else you want me to say it to you. Besides, I’ve already found someone else: someone better than you ever could have been.”

He then turned around and left you to ponder what came of you both.

Then you understood, Roland never loved you like he said he did. He only kept you around because he was so in need of someone to understand him, to nurture him. You just so happened to be the unfortunate one to do so. And now, he'd found someone else to take your spot.

You had a habit of taking in strays: strays loyal enough to the first person who showed them kindness. Maybe now, you took in the wrong stray, one willing to bite the hand that fed him.

You’d make sure he regretted it for as long as he lived.

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ connor lassiter x reader, fluff, established relationship, domestic stuff, lovey dovey soft connor, deviates a bit from canon, ooc! connor probably, connor and risa aren’t together here, set after undivided

wc: 726 words

connor never thought he’d have a home after the events that spiraled in his life. he never thought he’d have a place of comfort again, a place where he could rest and let his worries plague him another day. his younger self so desperately longed for a place where he was safe from his thoughts, where he could just lay in peace.

connor wasn’t dumb; he knew the effect he and risa had on the world. he knew their influence stretched far and wide. he was a world renowned figure, and yet he wanted nothing more than a nice place to call home. he wasn’t by any means greedy, he just wanted to disappear with his family after the march in washington. but he couldn’t, not when he met you.

you, who was so sweet, sweeter than the sugar he could digest. you, who didn’t see him as the akron awol, but as a normal boy who was scared; a boy who was scared of being unwound, a boy who just wanted to live. you, who so sweetly made a home in his heart and stayed there, forever holding his heart in your darling hand. you, who with your honeyed words and loving gaze, sent him into a frenzy and made him fall for you, fall for someone who loved him farther than their own soul could reach, farther than space itself.

connor made a home for himself with you. he found someone who looked at him with stars in their eyes, love and adoration as clear as day. he loved you so deeply, he’d rather get unwound again than let a single thing hurt you. he cherished the moments the two of you had, whether it was good or bad.

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“hey! the flour doesn’t go in there,” you said, or more like shouted to connor, playfully shoving him. you were making brownies together, something you both enjoyed. though, you enjoyed it more than connor as baking was your soon to be profession.

“sorryy,” connor said, though by his giggles you could tell he wasn’t sorry at all.

connor was glad he could make these sort of memories with you, memories where the both of you were having fun. things were normal, a normal connor loved when it came to you.

“sure sure whatever, just come help me mix these ingredients and don’t try anything silly this time,” you seriously tried to say, but he could hear the smile in your words. you then continued on with prepping everything, even with connor trying to occasionally distract you.

once you had finished putting the brownies in the oven, you felt connor hug you from behind. his hug enveloped you, making you feel safe and warm in his embrace.

“are you tired? i’m tired,” connor asked you while putting his head on your shoulder.

the weight of his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist only added to the comfort you felt. it all felt overwhelmingly domestic, though you welcomed it with open arms.

“mhm,” you whispered out, barely audible, even when you knew you weren’t tired at all. connor melted you like putty in his arms, not a single thought being able to form besides how loving he felt.

with your confirmation, he led you to the couch, where you both got comfortable and just held each other. he laid you on top of him, while his hand was running softly through your hair. roland’s arm laid around your waist, occasionally tightening its hold on you.

“i love you more than you know, love you more than the earth loves the moon, more than the stars wish for the night sky. i’d bring down the stars to you, if you so wished,” connor whispered into the silence. it felt more as if he was speaking to himself rather than you, as if he was reassuring himself of his love for you or your love for him, or maybe both.

“i hope in every lifetime, i remember your scent, your eyes, your smile, everything. i swear we’ll always find each other again.”

connor cherished moments such as these: where he could hold you in his arms without a single worry going through his head.

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ poseidon x god! reader, fluff to angst, one-sided pining, rejection, a little ooc! poseidon, implied poseidon x amphitrite, set before ragnarok

wc: 1150 words

"Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop."

the night sky was always a place you could look up to for comfort. it held the constellations and scattered stars that were a sight to behold. as the god of stars, you felt a much stronger pull toward them. you could always look up from mount olympus and expect to see the creations you so loved.

maybe it was the combination of the stars and oceans that led you to form a bond with the highly feared poseidon. you'd take vast amounts of time to go to the oceans and linger, as if waiting for someone. maybe that's what others would think if they saw you, though you knew better.

you met poseidon while stargazing. he'd come out of his domain for once and didn't bother to acknowledge you, as if you were a mere mortal who didn't deserve his attention.

"..."

it was an awkward situation, one where he just stood and paid you no mind.

"you know, you can have a seat and watch the stars alongside me," you said.

"hm.." was all you heard before there was some shuffling near you and he sat, still equipped with his trident.

"i find that there's a beauty in the stars: the way they can form just about anything and shine so brightly despite everything."

poseidon sat there and let you ramble, even when you swore you were bothering him. he didn't stop you or give you one of his pointed glares to shut you up.

he soon found out you were in fact not a mortal, but instead a god-- a minor god at that. he stopped wondering why he never saw you when he learned of how barely anyone remembered you.

you'd both come to form a friendship, if you could even call it that. it mostly consisted of you talking, while he listened and only said something when necessary. you enjoyed having someone to talk to, even if it was only in the night with only the stars as your witnesses.

poseidon treated you like no other; he'd been willing to abandon his duties if you asked, slay another if you so pleased, anything. it didn't take much for the both of you to become close, bonded like swans.

"hey, don't you ever get tired of just staring at the stars with me?" you asked.

"only a fool would get tired of you," he quickly replied.

you don't know what it was about that sentence that lit a fire in you, but it was burning as bright as the flames created by hephaestus himself. maybe it was how he indirectly admitted to not tiring of you, or maybe it was how he said only a fool would do the former. it didn't matter to you; it was just a moment of realization, realization that you fancied him and only wished for the feelings to be returned.

your meetings had a slight shift that only you felt. you looked forward to seeing him every night even more. there was a feeling bubbling up inside you that always wanted to burst and confess, but you held out. though you were aware of the way you felt for poseidon, you knew you couldn't act on it unless you were sure he felt the same way. you couldn't risk ruining what the both of you had, no matter what your heart told you.

you sought out aphrodite one night, who only served to convince you that the god you yearned for wanted you in the same manner you did him. with the newfound confidence, you got ready to meet with poseidon, who you were determined to make yours.

unbeknownst to you, poseidon did not feel the way you did. he would be lying if he said he didn't find comfort in your friendship, but that was all he thought of it as: a friendship. he thought of himself as too highly for you, too heavenly. he'd never be able to feel the way you did for him, for he'd already found someone to pour his love into.

when you met up for the night, he could instantly tell you were glowing, like one of the various stars you'd pointed out and told him about. you were also more dressed up than usual, as if this was a special occasion.

"hi, i've been waiting for you," you said, feeling like a shy schoolgirl who couldn't ask out their crush. perhaps that's what you were at the moment: nothing more than a person yearning for their loved one to love them back. you hadn't felt like a mortal in so long, it almost felt foreign.

"i see you clearly have somewhere to be," poseidon muttered.

though it was barely audible, you still caught onto it, clinging onto any words he uttered to you.

"no no, i have nowhere to be but by you tonight," you responded, albeit a little too defensively for your liking.

you both then sat and just admired the stars, with the occasional talk coming from you. tonight, you were paying more attention to poseidon: the way he talked and stared, the way his lips occasionally twitched.

"what would you do if you found out you have feelings for someone dear to you?" you randomly asked.

"where's this coming from?" poseidon asked back.

"i find myself in a situation like that and hope for your input," you said.

"in that case, i'd act on them," poseidon replied.

"then, i'd like to act on them. i need something more than friendship between us. i need to be able to comb through your golden locks when night falls, to hold you tightly and not dream of letting go, even when atlas gives out. even when those who reside in tartarus find a way to break free. my heart is written in the stars, searching for yours in a cluster of lonely stars. i'd orbit the sun, the planets, the galaxy to find your love, if you'd give me the privilege of doing so." you intensely said, not caring if it was overwhelming to you. you needed to get your feelings out before you regretted them. though if you knew the truth, you'd come to regret meeting poseidon altogether.

"i do not feel the same way," poseidon calmly said before standing up and leaving. leaving you alone with your heart that was slowly shattering. leaving you with the stars whom you once sought comfort from. leaving you with nothing but the tears slowly forming in your eyes. leaving you with nothing but the stars who cradled your form, as if they could soften the hurt.

Cursed are you who fell hard but wasn't caught.

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ᰔᩚ right person wrong time, akaza x reader, implied giyu x reader, pretty angsty

wc: 332 words

his soft skin, shining yellow eyes, pink hair that swayed in the wind: it all called out to you. it drew you in, making you yearn for more of him, of his touch, his gaze. you longed for him in your arms, sweet caresses all over his body.

akaza knew he had attracted you; drew you in like a moth to light. he took pride in it, after all you were no stranger to beauty yourself. he would be a liar if he said he didn’t find comfort in your presence. he wished to stay with you as long as he could. eons could pass by and he wouldn’t bat an eye, for your being was enough for him.

though you both wished for something more than friendship, something more than fleeting touches, you knew it wasn’t possible. you belonged to different universes; he a demon, you a human and a demon slayer. it would never work out, even with how hard you and him tried.

being a demon slayer put more pressure on the two of you. it was your duty to end his life, yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to do so. you loved akaza so dearly and he you. you wanted to go against all odds, defy everything you stood for, but you knew you couldn’t.

akaza was not yours, he never would be, for the universe dictated it so. you did not belong together, so with a pained smile and stinging tears, you parted. to you, your love was eternal, it just happened you were both born in wrong times.

as you laid next to giyu, you contemplated your actions. you regretted letting akaza go. you wished in place of giyu, it was akaza. you wished it was his head that rested on your lap, hands playing with his soft black pink hair. you wanted that person to be him. you wanted him to come back, to hold you as the world around you both disappeared.