#everything i feel or think otherwise i'll always be alone

[bunnihearted]

i hate positivity posts bc they just make me angry and bitter that so many other ppl get to have nice experiences but i dont

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

yandere!nanami x reader

tags: yandere – extreme possessive and obsessive behaviour, like extreme, cage, angst no comfort, twisted love notes: request by: @superslutny wc: 1.8k

Nanami sat in his dimly lit apartment, his eyes fixed on the clock ticking away on the wall. Each second felt like an eternity, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. You, his everything, the light that brightened his otherwise dull existence. You were his girlfriend, his confidante, his reason for waking up every morning. But lately, something gnawed at Nanami, something dark and relentless.

Jealousy had always been a shadow lurking in the corners of his mind, but recently it had grown into a raging storm, consuming his every thought. He tried to control it, tried to push it down deep inside, but it clawed its way back, stronger and more insistent than before.

You were the only good thing in Nanami's life, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You were beautiful, kind, and fiercely independent. But to Nanami, you were also a prize to be protected at all costs, a possession that he couldn't bear to share with the world.

He would watch you closely, his eyes following your every move, his heart racing with fear at the mere thought of someone else stealing you away. He knew it was irrational, he knew he was being unfair to you, but he couldn't help it. The jealousy consumed him, twisted his thoughts into dark, irrational patterns.

He tried to control it, tried to be the loving boyfriend he knew you deserved, but his efforts were futile. He couldn't help but question your every move, interrogate you about your whereabouts, and demand constant reassurance of your love and fidelity.

You tried to understand, tried to be patient with Nanami, but the constant scrutiny and possessiveness began to wear you down. You felt suffocated, trapped in a relationship that was becoming more suffocating by the day.

One evening, after yet another explosive argument fueled by Nanami’s jealousy, you couldn't take it anymore. With tears in your eyes, you packed your bags and tried to walk out the door.

Nanami couldn’t let you leave.

As you packed your bags, Nanami's anxiety and possessiveness intensified. He couldn't fathom a life without you, couldn't imagine facing the world alone. With each item you placed in your suitcase, his desperation grew, a knot tightening in his chest.

"Please, my love," Nanami pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "Don't go. I need you. You're everything to me."

You paused, your eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and frustration. You knew Nanami loved you deeply, but his jealousy was suffocating you. You longed for space, for freedom from his constant scrutiny and control.

"Kento," you said softly, placing a hand on his trembling shoulder. "I need some time to think. I'll stay tonight, but tomorrow I have to go."

Nanami nodded, his heart sinking with resignation. He knew he couldn't force you to stay, but the thought of you leaving tore him apart inside. He resolved to make the most of your remaining time together, to show you just how much you meant to him.

But as the night wore on, Nanami’s jealousy bubbled to the surface once again. He couldn't shake the feeling that you were slipping away from him, that you were already planning your escape. Every innocent glance at your phone, every moment of silence between you, fueled his paranoia. He can’t let you leave, he won’t let you.

Despite the darkness that now enveloped Nanami's mind, there were moments of light, memories that shone like beacons in the fog of his obsession.

He remembered the first time you met, your eyes locking across a crowded room, a spark igniting between you that would soon blossom into love. He remembered your laughter, the sound of your infectious giggles echoing through the air as you shared inside jokes and silly stories.

He remembered your late-night conversations, the deep, meaningful talks that lasted until the early hours of the morning. You bared your souls to each other, sharing hopes, fears, and dreams with a level of intimacy that Nanami had never known before.

He remembered your walks in the park, hand in hand, the world fading away as you lost yourselves in each other's presence. The warmth of the sun on your faces, the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze—it was in these moments that Nanami felt truly alive, truly loved.

And above all, he remembered the way you looked at him, your eyes filled with a love so pure and unconditional that it took his breath away. In your arms, he found solace from the demons that haunted him, a sense of peace that he had never known before.

Tears welled up in Nanami's eyes as he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your sleeping form. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world. Please forgive me."

As you slept peacefully beside him, Nanami's mind churned with a plan born from his darkest impulses. With each breath you took, he felt the weight of his possessiveness pressing down on him, suffocating him with the fear of losing you.

Quietly, Nanami slipped out of bed, his movements deliberate and stealthy. He moved through the apartment like a shadow, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. In the corner of the room, hidden from sight, stood the cage he had meticulously prepared for this moment.

With trembling hands, Nanami approached the cage and swung open the door, the metal hinges creaking softly in the stillness of the night. He returned to the bed where you lay, your form bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, and gently lifted your sleeping body into his arms.

With great care, Nanami carried you to the cage and laid you down inside, your limbs falling limply against the cold metal bars. He fastened the lock with shaking hands, the sound echoing through the room like a final, ominous chord.

The cage stood as a looming testament to Nanami's descent into madness, yet within its confines lay a paradoxical blend of memories and attempts at comfort. 

Constructed from sturdy steel bars, it was large enough for you to move around, to stretch your limbs and turn, yet small enough to serve its purpose—to confine you to Nanami's world, to keep you close at all costs. 

Despite its stark appearance, the cage was not devoid of warmth. Nanami had adorned its interior with small touches meant to evoke the memories you had shared together. A soft blanket, the one you had cuddled under on countless nights, draped over a corner. A stack of books you had read together rested nearby, their pages worn and dog-eared from hours of shared exploration. 

In one corner, Nanami had placed a small photo album, filled with snapshots of your happiest moments—smiling faces, stolen kisses, and adventures captured in frozen time. It was a reminder of the love you had once shared, a testament to the bond that had brought you together.

Despite his actions, Nanami had tried to make the cage as bearable as possible for you. He had stocked it with food and water, enough to sustain you until he could find a way to make things right. He had even left a note, a heartfelt apology penned in shaky handwriting, expressing his love and regret for what he had done.

But no amount of comfort could mask the reality of your captivity, the suffocating weight of Nanami's possessiveness bearing down on you with each passing moment. 

As you began to stir, Nanami stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched with a mixture of dread and fascination as you slowly woke, confusion clouding your eyes as you realized your predicament.

"What... what's going on?" your voice was barely a whisper, filled with equal parts fear and disbelief.

Nanami approached the cage, his eyes filled with desperation as he tried to explain himself. "I'm sorry, love," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I had to do something to keep you with me, to make sure you never leave."

Your eyes widened in horror as the truth of Nanami's actions sank in. You rattled the bars of the cage, your voice rising to a panicked scream as you begged him to let you out.

But Nanmi was lost to his own madness, consumed by his obsessive need to possess you. He watched you from the other side of the cage, his heart torn between love and despair as he realized the depth of his own depravity.

He paced back and forth in front of the cage, his emotions a tempest raging within him. His eyes bore into you, filled with a mixture of desperation and love, as he began to rant, the words pouring out of him like a torrential downpour.

"I love you, darling. God, I love you more than anything in this world," he began, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I would do anything for you, anything to keep you safe, to protect you from the dangers of this world."

He paused, his chest heaving with the weight of his emotions, before continuing with increasing fervor. "I can't stand the thought of you out there, exposed and vulnerable, surrounded by people who don't understand you like I do. People who don't appreciate you, who don't see you for the incredible person that you are."

Nanami's voice rose to a crescendo as he spoke, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I just want to keep you close, my love. To shelter you from the storms that rage outside these walls, to shield you from the pain and heartache that the world can inflict. Can't you see that everything I've done, everything I've built, it's all for you? Because I love you. Because I need you."

Tears welled up in Nanami's eyes as he spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know I've made mistakes, darling. I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. But please, please don't leave me. Don't abandon me to face this world alone. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't survive without you."

He fell silent then, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. He watched you through tear-blurred eyes, his heart laid bare before you, praying with every fiber of his being that you would understand, that you would forgive him, that you would stay.

“This is insane, Kento! This isn’t love!”

And as your cries echoed through the empty apartment, Nanami knew that he had crossed a line from which there could be no return. In locking you away, he had lost not only your love, but his own soul as well.

"I can’t cage my jealousy so I’ll have to just cage you."

[absolberts251]

Dear Il Dottore,

I love you so much it cannot be contained into words. Even this letter is but a mere fraction of my affection. But I hope it gets the point across!

Every night when I cannot sleep and you're busy with work I imagine you laying next to me, your warm arms feel so real. I imagine you giving me snuggles and kisses. Even if in reality it is a mere delusion, it makes me happy. I care not if it is hurtful to me to love you so much, the happiness I feel with you by my side is something I will never forget nor change. Your existence brings me motivation and strength; something I find slipping from my grasp everyday without you.

In the early hours of the day I love it when I eat with you, even if it is a mere scrap or another tub of ice cream. Having you there with me is comforting. I know i'll never be alone because I have you with me! and i'm here for you as well! No matter what i'll always be here for you! 💕💕💕💕💕 I will be here to make you happy!! 💕

I love it when you tell me about how the serum you injected into patient 67 was a success or how you figured out what the missing component was to a machine. I love you so much Dottore!!!!!!! I feel like crying when you arent with me, even writing this im getting so emotional im.not evem joking.

AAhhhhh I just love you so much !!! I love you eyes, your face, your hair, your wardrobe, your ideals, your inspirations, your smile, and your EVERYTHING!!!! I just love you so much <3 WHENEVER I LOOK AT YOU I GET SO OVERWHELMED !!! I have to scratch and claw at my bed to calm myself down !!!

I love you so much I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!!!!!!!!!

I remember you were so happy when I suprised you with that cheesecake for your birthday. You picked me up and gave me so many kisses!! I was so happy. And then for my birthday you made me a giant killing machine 😊 It was the best birthday present EVER!!!!!!!! I still love to snuggle with it!. I even got it a cute pink bow so it could match with you! It's so cute!! (but you're cuter~)

I love all the segments if it wasn't already obvious too!! Even if you cringe at things you did when you were younger, which is pretty funny :3 I love our son babyttore who gets rocks thrown at him!!! I love playing lps with him (he likes pulling them apart but its ok because he puts them back together afterwards) I love snuggling with you and all the segments!!!! 💖💖 YIPPE !!! *jumps around joyfully* I LOVE U DOTTORE!!!

*BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART* *BEAMS MY AFFECTION DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEART*

I love you dottore!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you are so silly...... you are silly man :] 💕☺️ I love big spooning because it means I get to feel your soft hair!!!!!! YAY!! I LOVE YOU DOTTORE... You mean so much to me!! YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING MAN!!!! A BEAUTIFUL MAN!!! YOU ARE SO ADORABLE AND CUTE!!! I JUST WANT TO SMOTHER YOUR FACE WITH KISSES!!!!! AND I WANT TO HUG YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!! you hold such a special place in my heart, all my thoughts lead to you. I see you EVERYWHERE!!!! I hear you EVERYWHERE!!! I'm so in love with you Dottore!!!

My dreams, which used to be empty now have you in them, whenever I close my eyes I see you there smiling at me. I love you! you are my everything in life, my sweetie pookie bear kitten. I love being with you every day 💕 you make every day worth it!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U DOTTORE!!!!!! i love you :3 you are so smart and pretty, you're the prettiest man EVER!!!!!!!!! and I love you!!!!!!!!!!! :]

When im sad I think of you and my day immediately gets better! You bring me so much joy ! you make every day my best day! I love listening to you ramble about your experiments and theories! and I love seeing you happy.

I love kissing you!!! seeing you cute face blush whenever I kiss you makes it so worthwile! I know you think that you don't deserve it, but I will always be here to remind you otherwise! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!!! 💖💖💖💖

I have some other things i'd love to say too but... *giggles* ehe! not here *blushes* thats for private ;) giggles :3 lets just say!! I wanna make whoopie with your cushions! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 *blushes madly* hehehe..... >//////< got a bit too carried away there sorry sweetcheeks <3 lets get back to the more sfw stuff~

You have such a beautiful smile that it rivals the world. Your eyes are like a sunset and your hair is the blue sky. Your smile shines like the clouds which litter the sky and the stars that scatter at night. You're my favorite view. You light up my world.

Even if others throw rocks are you I wont!!!!!! I will shield you from those rocks and bear the pain. I will protect you my princess! I will save you from the evil tower!!! and then I will kiss you 💕 I will give your face kisses.... and then I will kiss your lips!!!! 😊😊😊😊

A world without you feels so far away, the thought of you vanishing is one that brings me pain. I would rather bear the heat of a thousand suns than think of leaving you, my beloved sopping wet beast. I'll stand by your side no matter what!!!!!!!!!!! because I LOVE YOU!

You're so smart and determined that it inspires me to be my best self everyday!!! to not let others bring me down! You bring out the best in me and I bring out the best in you 💖 we bring out the best in each other!!!! We fit together like puzzle pieces 💕 Whenever i'm with you i feel like im drowning in a sea of love and affection, a blue abyss of serotonin 🥰

Your eyes are the same color as that which keeps my body alive, maybe this is why I always find myself getting lost in them. Whenever I think of you my chest feels like its going to explode! my love for you is so strong. Your happiness is my happiness, Dottore 💕 I love your eyes so much!!! they are so beautiful and I love how you get flustered when I compliment them ☺️ you're just so cute when you blush!!! It makes me want to kiss you all over! ♡

The warmth of your body when we snuggle is a comfort I love experiencing every day!! I used to have a hard time sleeping but with you I don't! The love of your embrace never fails to lull to me dreamland at night 🥰🥰 I LOVE YOU DOTTORE!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

You bring me so much happiness, I can't even imagine a world without you!! I would probably be withering in the corner of my room like a dead fly in a fridge (reference to the dead fly that was in my fridge). I would have been turned into tiny little mold particles!! but IM NOT BECAUSE YOU'RE IN MY LIFE!!! :DDD

Ill fight the heavens to save you. ILL PROTECT YOU MY SNUGGLE BEAR!!!!!!!!! I love you so much. Even writing this I feel my cheeks heating up! 😊 and when I hear your voice I feel butterflies in my tummy !!!!! i love you so much 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕😊☺️😊😊

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOBE YOU I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ahhh! so joyous!!

Love, Absol ♡

[luvh4nji]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

warning: none really, just fluff :-)

heeseung ; he loves holding you, he needs to hold you. it's such a big comfort for him to be able to feel you in his arms. he doesn't seem like the spooning type, he likes to have you lay on top of him, his arms wrapped around your back, hugging you close to him. the weight of your body on top of him is comforting to him, knowing you're there with him, that he can take care of you and keep you safe.

"you tired?" he asks, bringing a hand up to move stray strands of hair out of your face, grinning softly at how cute you looked when you were trying to stay awake. "you can go to sleep, y'know. 'm not going anywhere."

jay ; he likes to face you. he likes to have you curled into his chest, but facing towards him so he can look at you. he seems like the type to really enjoy the intimacy it brings. and he likes to talk — about anything, really. he likes listening to your voice, the way it gets softer than usual when you're that close to each other, the conversation only shared in the space between you. and he loves when you ask him to talk, loving the way his voice sounds in the quiet of your room.

"...it was a pretty normal day." he finished, running a thumb over the crest of your cheek, admiring how you slowly blinked up at him, a content smile on your features. "sorry i didn't have anything interesting to report." he joked, although it fell flat, his heart beating faster in his chest when you shook your head, telling him you liked hearing about him, about whatever he wanted to talk about.

jake ; he's the type to always have his hands on you in some way. if you're together, there is never a moment where he doesn't have some type of physical contact with you, alone or otherwise. he doesn't mind the pda, if you don't. he likes to feel you, to have you under his hands, to know that you're there with him, doing it more in a subconscious way than anything else.

"what d'you want, babe?" he'd ask, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you look at the restaurant's menu. he presses a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck as you answer, pulling away and grabbing your hand. "i'll order for you, lovey."

sunghoon ; he likes his space. he is definitely not the most touchy person, but he gets past it for you, especially if you are a touchy person. he thinks you're so cute when you get excited to see him, running over and wrapping your arms around his neck when he walks into your apartment, pulling him down so you can press sweet, little kisses all over his face.

"missed me?" he asks, hesitating only a little bit before placing his hands on your waist, grinning down at you. his ego swells so much when you nod against his chest, mumbling a soft affirmation, before taking his hand and leading him over to the couch, pushing him down and climbing into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. and he just gives you this impossibly soft smile, running his hands up and down your back. and he can't help the way his heart swells when you ask him to talk about the tour, tell you everything about the places he went.

sunoo ; he's a very cuddly boy in general. there's hardly a night where he doesn't show up at your apartment, or invite you over to the dorms, to cuddle with him. he likes to wrap his body fully around, preferably laying on your stomach while you lay on the bed, his body trapping yours to the mattress. and he absolutely will not let you get up, unless you make a very convincing case.

"no, you don't." he replies when you tell him you have to use the bathroom, his voice muffled by the skin of your neck. "you're just saying that." he mumbles, raising his head so he could look at you. and you have to practically beg him, before he's rolling off of you, huffing at the ceiling. "just say you hate me and go." but he stops pouting when you lean down to press a kiss to his plush lips before heading to the bathroom.

jungwon ; big spoon. he loves having you wrapped up in his arms, hugging you close to his chest, his face stuffed into your neck, the smell of your shampoo. he likes being that close to you, having you in his arms, being able to hold you as close as he possibly can, as he can physically get you, it's a nice feeling for him. he especially likes reaching around and lacing your hands together.

"you comfortable?" he asks, relishing in the way you snuggle into his chest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hand. he huffs a content laugh when you hum in affirmation, nearly purring at how warm he was. "good." and he waits a minute, letting the silence surround you before he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. "i love you, honey." and he can't help the way he blushes when you say you love him back.

riki ; no matter what he says, he loves cuddling and physical affection in general. but he won't be sweet with it immediately; he's the type to tackle you. not very roughly, but he loves to wrap his arms around you and push you into the nearest soft surface, telling you to fight back. this always eventually mellows out to him just laying on top of you, enjoying your presence.

he's practically purring as your run your fingers through his hair, delicately brushing out the knots. he'd never admit it, but this is his favorite part of being with you, that you'll let him relax, not teasing him for being soft. it's in moments like this that realizes he truly loves you, but something always stops him from saying it. instead, he just grabs one of your hands, lacing it together with his own and pressing a soft kiss to the skin, mumbling out a quiet "thank you", which holds more weight than you know.

[barcaatthemoon]

a thousand miles || kyra cooney-cross x reader ||

kyra comforts you when the distance begins to feel like too much.

your heart ached the longer you were left to sit and think about the fact that you were all alone. those feelings of sadness festered inside of you, like they had been since you left london. both you and kyra had gone there for arsenal, but they hadn't resigned you. viv had been lucky in going to manchester, but you found yourself stranded across the pond playing in the nwsl.

you had comfort in jen being there, but you missed kyra. she truly was your better half in your mind. the two of you were menaces to the rest of the team, but here in california, none of your old antics were half as fun. jen was worried about you, but nobody had the slightest clue about how to help you.

"kyra, baby, are you busy?" you don't think that you had ever heard yourself sound so small and timid before. it was pitch black outside, and kyra wouldn't have been able to see a thing if it wasn't for the little lamp on your bedside table. on the other side of the screen, you saw kyra at the arsenal facilities.

"(y/n), are you okay?" the usual jovial tone that you were used to with kyra was gone. all of that had been quickly replaced by concern as she took in the state of you. there was no doubt in your mind that you looked like a hopelessly sad version of yourself.

"i hate it over here. it's always nights like this that i feel the loneliest, and they keep happening. i miss you. i want to come back to be with you," you cried. kyra stood up and walked away, most likely for some real privacy. you could see a couple of girls in the background, a few of whom looked like they wanted to say hi but decided against it when they saw how kyra was moving to be alone with you.

"aw baby, i'm sorry. i know that it's hard, and i miss you too, but it'll be okay. just talk to me for a little, okay? i'll stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep," kyra said. you felt bad about pulling her away from whatever she was doing, but you also knew that kyra wouldn't let you go back to wallowing by yourself. if anything, she'd call jen to come and stay with you for a few days.

"we aren't really doing well as a team, which sucks. i miss playing with everybody back at arsenal. my teammates here are great, but it's not the same thing. last week, i had to leave dinner early because i was about to start crying. everything is different, and i'm so scared that i won't find somewhere to makes me happy like i was," you admitted. kyra wasn't sure how to help you, but she was determined to try. this was a good first step, everything needed to be out in the open.

kyra knew that you'd bottle it up otherwise. that had always been your worst trait. you let things sit and fester until you broke down completely. the weight of the world didn't have to rest on your shoulders, that was what kyra had taught you. both of you had matured so much being together, and a part of her was afraid that you'd regress on your own.

"i know that you don't want to feel like you're bothering anybody, but talk to me when you feel like this. talk to your teammates, form bonds like we did at arsenal. well, not like ours specifically, but like how we made friends with everybody else." kyra could feel herself start to ramble a little. she noticed you smile a little as you caught it as well. "is your light keeping you up?"

"kind of," you admitted. kyra didn't even have to tell you to turn it off and set your phone on your pillow next to your head. kyra could hear your breathing slow down a bit, but she knew that you weren't asleep yet. "can i tell you something kind of lame?"

"i don't think anything you say is lame."

"you're the only one who has me letting my walls down. i feel so safe when i'm with you, kyra. i wish that i would have just went down a league instead of moving all the way over here. there's too much distance between us, and i miss you so much that it hurts," you told her. kyra cleared her throat as she felt a lump begin to form. she didn't want you to leave, but she couldn't be the reason that you sacrificed your career.

"i think that you did the right thing leaving. it was good for you, and when we get to visit each other, everything will be that much more special," kyra reasoned. it was hard to find a reason not to be upset or resentful, and kyra was proud of herself for figuring it out. things would be easier, you just needed to trust the process to get there.

[multifandomwhore-003]

Forever —Drabble

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader

Summary: First time watching your boyfriend crash during a race? Rough.

Genre: angst, fluff.

Waring(s): Mentions of the Las Vegas crash.

Taglist: @ join taglist here

A/N: This is by far the most poetic work I've ever put out (I think), that being said. WHATEVER TF THIS IS, BLAME ON HIM, THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS

Gif credits to whom it belongs

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK

Even through ringing ears and a dazy view, he could clearly hear you, wondering then how it was even possible, he heard beyond the arguments and strong footsteps; the flare of your nose, the shakiness in your breath, the hamering in your heart, he swore he could feel it. And with that in mind, he sighed in relived, he could feel something after all, the last thing he remembered, the last thing he perceived was dread, flashing through the last few hours of his life, could those be his last?

Shaking, on the verge of tears all he could do beyond gathering the last remnants of strength in him, was think of his family, you right beside his parents, you.

Minutes passed before he realized he blinked forcefully, perhaps one of these times he'd actually lose consciousness, or worse, be gone for good. His usual dramatics and the painkillers were dancing around his brain, making it their playground. Against all of this, he tried to organize the sound with letters, letters into words, and words into speech. Speech, Could he speak right now?

He prepared himself for the task by trying to stand on his elbows.

"Mr. Norris, please lie down," the nurse guided his head back into the pillow.

"My girlfriend," his throat was hoarse strangely enough.

"She's right outside," the nurse's undertone confirmed his bare train of thought.

"I have to see her," he grabbed the woman's arm, he was pleading.

She whispered something under her breath, clearly giving in to the situation, "I'll let her in," she grinned.

He could recognize something now, your stance, firm in shape, trembling with every motion, you stepped in asking, no, demanding the nurse to close the door behind her, avoiding her gaze in plain coldness. You said nothing for the first few seconds, breathing deeply.

"I'm okay," he let out.

"I know, they've already explained everything to me," you covered your mouth.

His fingers reached for yours, longed for them, interlacing with one another, perfectly, like every time before tonight.

He took some awareness of his surroundings, as much as he could without pushing to the edge, how horrible of a might he had over his head, effective, but far too harsh, far too overwhelming.

"We're going home in a couple of hours, they just wanna make sure, you're going to be fine," you knew you were failing at reassuring him, he didn't need it, but you did.

"I gathered that, otherwise you would still be outside yelling at everyone you could,"

You chuckled, not proud of your actions, but finding them rather hysterical at the moment, "I'm sorry you had to hear that,"

"It was music to my ears," he joked.

"Having my screams flood this place?"

"Having you care so much about me,"

"Always," was all you could answer biting down a sniffle.

It was not so long ago when you quietly promised yourself to give him your heart, the one thing you'd never thought you'd offer, let alone to the guy the Russells so kindly invited to a tennis event, to the guy who over a few drinks and laughs without a sense of shame in the world asked you to dance messily, making of those videos something for the internet to cut and explore. He was so much more than that now, and even to put it into those words was the understatement of a lifetime.

He could say the same thing about his side of the story, to explore a rather rushed friendship before diving, completely submerging, was something he'd labeled as a blessing. To fill his hours by your side in talking, and talking until you had everything to learn from one another laid out and displayed in string lights. Neither of you looked for this, flowing like every bottle of champagne you saw him pop, like every shot of Tequila you drank during Mario-kart nights, like every tear of Rosé you spilled all over your couch in the middle of the night.

And to think that both the most infamous people of their career found in themselves something far more valuable than money, fame, even transcending. Comprehending during the first years of your adulthood what it all meant to allow yourself to be completely consumed with love. So unexpectedly both your reputation and his infinite rumors could all be proven wrong. Through the worst of the trials and tribulations of being committed, you still survived.

His head rested in all the calmness you made by moving heaven and earth to have, in the crook of your neck, never letting go of the sensation of his breath, his life. How funny was it to trust someone enough to keep you alive, physically, mentally emotionally; how funny that none of them could think of how to prove something as mysterious as love to be true, in themselves, in one another, in other people past the centuries, yet they believed in, that's what they invested their faith in.

Admitting you were never fools, but only to each other, you could almost touch each other's soul, finding it far more familiar than your own.

"I'm okay," he'd been repeating the same words like a prayer since the night before.

"I know," you gulped, letting go of a choked exhale.

He read you, "Trust me?"

"Forever," you reminded your thoughts, clearing them out with just one.

—If you can't trust yourself, trust him, forever—

"I'm okay," he tested the words against your sleepless frame.

"I belive you," you finally admitted in peace before giving you lips to his.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 30: scary movies

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

The translations of the French sentences are at the end and I give special thanks to @cumulo-stratus for helping me check that they were fine. I hope you like it!

“We're here,” Spencer announced, although that was obvious, when he parked the convertible car that Rossi had very kindly offered to lend to you.

Now that Halloween was so close, the doctor had invited the entire team to the drive-in theater for the broadcast in its original language of Eyes Without a Face, a 1960 French film, but everyone had found an excuse not to attend. Most of them refused due to their ignorance of the language and Emily, who was the only one who spoke it as fluently as Spencer, already had plans that night.

“I can go with you” you had said kindly. In other circumstances you might not have accepted, but now it made you feel guilty leaving your friend alone. In addition, the plans with him were always calm and, to a certain extent, educational "But I warn you that all I know how to say in French is Bonjour”

Your friend was happy with your response and he asked you not to worry, telling you that all you had to do was take it to him so he could translate the words for you. So Rossi told you that he would collaborate on one of his cars and Spencer almost died when he saw it, not because he was a big fan but because he was worried about how much money he would have to pay if he made the slightest scratch on it.

“There are more people than I imagined,” you murmured, nodding toward the rest of the parking lot. The majority were couples, as expected, and a few older adults.

“It was a very popular story during that time, despite the censorship it involved. We once had a similar case in… Well, I'll remind you when we finish watching it. I don't want to ruin anything for you," he murmured, smiling.

That night he had chosen an outfit that was quite common to see him in at the office: brown cardigan, an argyle vest, formal shirt, and tie. Everything was fine with that, what was really driving you crazy lately was the hair. Spencer styled his hair in a certain way that… you couldn't explain it, he just made you think of Prince Charming in fairy tales.

And the fact that you started to see it that way didn't help a damsel like you at all.

“It's okay if you can't translate the entire film. Just telling me a couple of lines is enough, I will be guided by what I see”

“No, that's not a problem. I can do it"

Of course you knew he could do it, it was Doctor fucking Reid. You were just worried that you would end up more focused on his whispering lips than on the screen in front of you.

Luckily the movie started and you managed to maintain the necessary composure. Luckily your brain was able to pay attention to what you saw, what you heard, and what Spencer was murmuring to you. At first you may have only agreed to accompany him out of kindness, but as the story progressed you realized that it was actually good. Little by little you were remembering a case that, as he had said, you had investigated, but that should probably be a talk for after finishing the movie.

You had to admit that something was captivating about the French language, because even if you didn't understand a thing they said, it was nice to hear it.

Calme-toi, ma chérie.

Faites-lui confiance.

One of the characters murmured and a second later you heard Spencer with the respective translation.

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him”

"Repeat that"

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him?”

“No,” you murmured, seeing him frown as if he didn’t understand your request. “Repeat what he said, in French.”

The idea had come from God knows where and you had only mentioned it in the heat of the moment, otherwise you would never have asked him. It was just that the words had sounded so exquisite that you wondered if the soft voice of the man next to you would replicate them in the same way.

Spencer wanted to ask you why you wanted that, but he was afraid of ruining his only chance to impress you with his skills, so he just turned enough so you could see him better and mentally visualize the words he needed.

When he leaned a little towards you to have more privacy you felt his breath hit your neck and adding to the soft aroma of his cologne that reached your nose you felt slightly dizzy.

If a single action had been enough to make your entire body shake, it probably would have been hearing Spencer Reid whispering French in your ear.

“Calme-toi, ma chérie. Faites-lui confiance”

“Once again,” you laughed, thankful that the low lighting didn’t allow you to see a blush on your cheeks.

"Why?" he said amused, thinking that perhaps it was prudent to inquire about your request.

“I don't know, when you talk it you sound so…” so sexy “nice. Like feeling velvet between your fingers” 

Spencer was definitely flattered by you, you could tell by the way he chuckled and his body flinched slightly.

“I don't sound that good because I haven't practiced French for a long time, but my mom wants to go to Paris one day so if we go together, I'll be able to do it. I learned it a few years ago, it is a somewhat difficult language”

“Can you say anything else?” you asked excitedly, as you scooted a little further against him to the point where your knee brushed his and your faces were just a short distance away “I mean, of course you can, but could you do it?”

“Huh, what do you want me to tell you?”

“Whatever,” you smiled sweetly. You weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, which was playing in the background, but you only had eyes for him and his pretty face.

Spencer's face. Your co-worker. 

Despite the inappropriate course that your thoughts had taken, you kept watching him while he thought for a few seconds what he was going to say to satisfy your curiosity. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he tilted his head slightly and you swore it was almost as if he wanted to maneuver his lips to yours.

“Je pense que tu es vraiment belle”

The phrase was just a caress, a feather sliding across your ears that managed to stop your breathing and accelerate your heart rate. Maybe French was called the language of love for a reason.

"What does it mean?" you asked in barely a whisper.

But Spencer didn't respond, he just stared at you and for a second you thought his attention had been diverted to your parted lips.

“Keep watching the movie or you'll miss the best part.”

“Spencer, what does it mean?”

“There he is saying that she can be admitted tomorrow morning.”

“Spencer,” you said sternly. Even with the tone of your voice, he did not look to your side, pretending to be extremely interested in the movie playing, “What did you tell me?” 

“You only wanted to hear me speak in French, you never asked for a translation”

“Reid!” You complained, extending your hand to his arm to get his attention and force him to look at you. “I swear if you offended me…”

“Je ne t'offenserais jamais”

“Stop it,” you threatened him, pointing a finger at him and frowning.

“Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser”

You responded to that with an exasperated sigh and suddenly a scream that you didn't expect on the screen startled you greatly, causing you to instinctively jump into his arms.

It was an absolute, cheap cliché, but that didn't make it any less romantic.

"You see? Pay attention” was all he said, with a tone that showed how much fun he seemed to be having.

You readjusted yourself in your seat without saying anything and obeyed his words, looking at the strange black-and-white scene. Out of the corner of your eye you watched Spencer lick his lips before he started shouting explanations about the story again which you listened to carefully, trying not to think too much about what the two sentences he had told you meant but which would keep you curious for the rest of the night.

Suddenly you felt him stir next to you and raise both arms, as if he wanted to stretch his back, while a yawn left his lips. What really caught your attention was feeling that one of his limbs, the one that was close to you, when getting off was placed on the edge of the seat behind your back and not on his lap as it should be.

“Tell me you didn’t do that.”

"Do what?" he asked, but from the stutter in his voice you knew he knew well what you meant.

“That's the most common tactic on earth,” you muttered between laughs. Spencer lowered his head as if he were embarrassed and ready to take his arm away from you, but you raised your hand until you took his and slid a little so that you were leaning against his body. “But I'll let it go just because you're cute.”

Cute. The word resonated in Spencer's mind and warmed his cheeks, while he felt how you settled your head better on his chest and began to caress the back of his hand with your thumb. You were so soft and warm he felt like he was going to die. 

“Where is my star translator?” he heard you say and that was enough to snap him out of his trance.

You stayed in that position for the rest of the show while he whispered in your ear and you listened to the soft beat of his heart, feeling that, at least for one night, the world belonged only to the two of you.

Translation

"I think you are really beautiful" (Je pense que tu es vraiment belle)

"I would never offend you" (Je ne t'offenserais jamais)

“If I could, I would erase this angry face with a kiss” (Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser)

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[oneofstarkskids]

don't say that (part 2)

part 1

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

genre: angst angst angst!!

warnings: cheating, lying, !TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!

summary: based on taylor swift's song question

*not my gif*

You had decided to stay with Bucky, if only to keep him from damaging himself.

Even if it meant you were being broken down in the process.

He kept true to his promises, insisting that he break up with her. It should've made you feel better, but it didn't.

Seeing how much pain she was in only made you feel worse.

It didn't help that you'd lost sight of who you were and now your whole world seemed to revolve around him.

Neither of you were fit to love one another. It was as if you were pieces of broken glass and your shattered edges didn't match up.

You hated the whole fucking situation.

And given the circumstances, how could you really be happy?

You'd thought that you'd made it obvious that you didn't want your friends to know about the relationship just yet.

His break up was fairly recent still and you didn't want them to think badly of you.

Bucky had even agreed, but somewhere along the line he'd told Sam and Sam told everyone else. Natasha hadn't spoken to you in weeks.

A part of you wanted to be upset with Bucky, but the other part just blamed it on miscommunication.

You didn't need an explanation.

It was late and Bucky had just had a long day of assignments. His arm was draped over your side and his cold nose was pressed against your neck.

He was already half asleep, but you were staring into the darkness of your bedroom, wide-awake.

"Can I ask you a question?" You whispered.

He hummed sleepily.

The words rolled over in your mind for a moment. You didn't want to upset him, but you thought you'd made your stance clear. What he did today proved otherwise.

You were hanging out with the team. Steve had just gotten back from his solo mission and wanted to tell everyone about it.

Bucky walked in and saw you sitting on the couch. Natasha was standing against the wall watching him.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you in front of everyone. It was so sudden and you didn't know how to react.

At first, the team was shocked. They'd heard the dating rumors, but they didn't expect this level of public affection from the former Winter Soldier.

After a few seconds though, Clint started slow clapping. "Real cute, now get a room." Clint Barton, always the sarcastic jackass.

You turned your head away from Bucky and focused on what Steve was saying. However, Natasha's disapproving expression didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Why did you do that today?" You asked quietly.

Bucky still had his eyes closed. "Do what?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"Kiss me in front of everyone like that."

"Because I love you," he kissed your shoulder.

"I know, but I thought we agreed to keep the relationship thing a little private," you said with a sigh.

Now Bucky was awake.

"Why does it matter? Everyone already knows," he said in defense.

You sat up, annoyed by his careless attitude, "It matters because we agreed! Did you see Natasha's face?"

Bucky sat up too and pulled you onto his lap. He rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I didn't want to hurt her, Bucky," you said guilty.

He kissed your temple, "I know, doll."

You got up and went into the bathroom, needing time away from Bucky. Every second you spent in his arms made you feel worse and worse.

Of course, he got up and started knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"

When he didn't get a response, he opened the door anyway.

You were sitting on the edge of the tub with your head in your hands. You were regretting everything.

He stood in front of you not knowing what to do, "C'mon babe, can we please go back to bed. We can figure this out tomorrow."

You shook your head and ignored his pleas, "It's all too much."

"What's too much? I'm here. Tell me. I'll fix it," he crouched down to your level and held your hands in his.

"No, Bucky. You can't fix it. I just...I need to be alone tonight," you told him with tears in your eyes. "Please."

His jaw twitched, but after a long moment he got up without a word and went into the bedroom. You came out a few minutes later to see him, fully dressed, and grabbing his keys.

He walked out before you could say another word, making sure to slam the door as he left. He hadn't even put up a fight.

The only sound left in your apartment was the soft shuttering breath of your sobs.

tags for those who asked in part 1:

@immyowndefender @ozwriterchick @vicmc624 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

thanks for reading, guys! <3

[bedoballoons]

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~How do I escape this now~༺}

CW: Angst to fluff, Gn! Reader whos comfort language is physical, reader is mentioned to have anxiety and depression! Very slight mention of a panick attack in Tighnaris.

A/n: This is completely self indulgent, it's been so long since I've written anything and posted it so this is a little short. Just a little comfort for a mentally struggling reader, in case anyone else has been feeling this way too. You're not alone okay and I hope you feel better soon, you're amazing and no one should say otherwise. If you ever need someone to listen, I'm here. <3

(Includes: Lyney, and Tighnari)

𑁍༄Lyney:

You pulled yourself into a tighter ball, making it harder to breath even though it was already a struggle...you could feel the area under you head, wet with tears that clung to your face...what was happening. When had things started to hurt so bad...when had your mind started to think the way it did now, you shut your eyes tighter, wishing you just didn't exist...that everything you'd ever said could just be forgotten, there would be no stress anymore and no more hiding under the blankets so no one would see you upset.

"My love..."

You audibly sucked in a breath, like being silent would make him think you weren't there...you didnt want him to see you like this...you didnt want him to worry...to feel like he had to help you even though he had other things to do. "I'm okay, just taking a nap Lyney. Super tired..." You tried, but the rasp in your voice and the sad tone in your words instantly gave you away.

You heard him sigh and listened as his footsteps grew closer...until suddenly you felt his weight all around you. He'd hugged you along with the blanket and just, held you like that. Never forcing you to talk or show your puffy eyes and sniffly nose. Never forcing you out of the room or to try harder to be happier, just held you comfortingly until you moved. It helped...infact it didn't take long for you to calm down after that, tell him how you were feeling and let him help you...let him tell you you're beautiful and that he loves you. Let him listen to everything because he simply wanted to...let him in and never have to face everything alone again.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

How long had you been in his arms...minutes? Hours? Days? You had no idea...you'd lost track in seconds, but honestly...it didn't matter anyway. You just needed a little more, just needed to hear the soft hum in his voice a little longer...just needed to feel the gentle circles he rubbed into your back a little longer...was that selfish...were you annoying him...should you put on that tough face you always wore and say you felt better...even when you didn't?

"I...I'm feeling better Tighnari, I'll-"

"Mhmm, you know I can hear your heart rate speed up when you're lying right? You don't have to lie lovely...I'm not going anywhere...and there's no where I'd rather be then with you, helping you feel better...calm down after the hundreds of near panick attacks you almost had today. The only thing I want is to see you happy and I mean really happy, not pretend happy..." He pulled away from you slightly so he could place a light kiss on your puffy cheek...

It was hard, to accept his words...to think he truly wanted to be there with you even when you were at your worst, but even as you once again rested your head on him and let your emotions all out...he didn't dare move. He wouldn't, not until you truly felt like you could face the world again...and it only reinstilled that faith that he'd never leave you to handle everything all alone. You'd always have him. No matter what.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Love you all~*⁠.⁠✧

[cosmicstarlatte]

Your work is AMAZING! I hope you're proud of yourself! 💕

I was wondering if you could write how the brothers would react to finding out you're insecure about your body/ looks? I feel like Lucifer and Beel would be so so sweet to MC 🥰

Have a wonderful rest of your day and stay safe!

Thank you!!! 🥺 Sorry for the wait friend, I nervously kept rewriting this for a while 😆♡

MC Feeling Insecure (Obey Me!)

"The truth is...I've always been insecure about my body and how I look." You say, confiding in your favorite demon one day.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: GN Reader, Fluff/Some Humor, Bulleted Style, Levi being down bad in his weird sweet way, Satan with the rizz™️

»Notes: I use beautiful+gorgeous+darling so if that bothers you then you should probably skip this!

Lucifer:

"You like to give me headaches." (Affectionate)

He just thought you knew how beautiful you are, he was surprised

The avatar of pride was going to teach you a lesson, it's what he does best after all

"We'll work through it together. I'll show you what I love about you."

And show you he did; he kissed every part of you that he loved- which was everything

He would tell you how great you looked, even in front of others

He took pride in that; it comes in many forms you see

He gave you daily affirmations and was patient with you on your bad days

One day he held your face gently and made you look at him: "I've been around for centuries and have had the opportunity to see all the realms...and I'd never met someone as beautiful as you." ♡♡♡

Mammon:

"Huh?"

He got real quiet...he was mildly annoyed

Actually, he started getting a little mad

How could you not see how perfect you are!?

Fine! Tch!

He took both your hands and looked at you intensely, knowing his face was burning

"Listen here-!"

"YoureTheMostBeautifulBeingInAllTheRealms!"

"You'rePerfection! ICantKeepMyEyesOffYou!"

Although his face was burning, he hoped in his heart that you understood how beautiful you are, it hurt him to think you thought otherwise

From then on he made an effort everyday (he hoped it helped) to tell you something he liked about you in his own Mammon way

Usually via text bc in person was too much for the tsundere sometimes

(1) New text from Mammon: Look all I'm sayin' is I know beautiful treasure when I see it, got it?

Levi:

"Ehh!?!"

He was not having it!

He thinks you're the most perfect thing ever!

The most precious thing to have ever graced his disgustingly bleak life!

He felt a little bad at his outburst, he didn't mean to disregard your feelings

He knows a thing or two about insecurities after all

But he just cannot have you thinking that way and wanted to help you if he can!

The demon otaku pulled out a ready made powerpoint on why you're the absolutely perfect 3D partner

"L-look... all in all...you're beautiful! And I'll do a-anything I can to help you see that!"

He made it a point to worship you every day no matter how nervous he was

Yes he started a fan club, yes everyone else joined

Even Henry and Cerberus were a part of it

Satan:

"Hm. To think, I didn't expect someone as gorgeous as you would actually give me the time of day."

Tbh he also understands insecurities with one's self

He didn't know you also suffered through the same; and he wasn't going to let you go through it alone

"For what it's worth, I think you're absolute perfection." He said placing a kiss on your forehead

Brought out some self help books and the two of you went through them together

He would leave you daily positive handwritten notes

That didn't stop him from telling you how gorgeous you are in person though

Asmo:

"What!? I think you're absolutely gorgeous...Do you want to talk more about it?"

He was familiar with insecurities too, unbeknownst to...nearly everyone, so he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go through this alone!

He lent an ear and reassured you that you were so perfect and that you'll see it one day like so many others do

"Do you know how many demons and monsters we have to chase off everyday!?" "What!?" "Nevermind! But darling you are downright gorgeous down to your soul!"

Your personal hype man

Started hyping you up every morning before RAD...eventually everyone started joining in, even Lucifer

Beel:

"You're perfect the way you are?"

This big guy was confused, he didn't mean to sound rude or anything to your feelings

He just wasn't prepared for your confession

He thought you were divine; if he didn't know any better he'd think you were from the celestial realm

No matter-- he was going to help you see your beauty one way or another

He hugged you tightly, "Thank you for trusting me"

He held your hand as the two of you talked and he tried to reassure you the best he could

He covered you in kisses and, if you were okay with it, gave extra attention to the parts you hated

"You're delicious in so many ways. You're really beautiful."

Looked up ways to make you feel better and made you a jar with little daily affirmation notes ♡

Like everyone else, also told you personally everyday how beautiful you are

Belphie:

"...That's dumb."

Okay, even he thought that came out a little harsher than intended...leave it to him to be blunt

"I mean, I literally dream about you and when I'm awake you're better than any dream. You're beautiful."

He hugged you in hopes of making you feel better

"Look I'm not good at these things but I'll remind you everyday how amazingly gorgeous you are, alright?"

If you happen to nap/sleep together, he will whisper sweet stuff into your ear

"I'll keep saying these things until you believe it. And continue to, even after you realize it yourself."

⬦You might also like: You ARE The Father︱Giving Him Flowers︱Only You (Lucifer) ︱Radiant (Beel)

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

reader tries to cook for Al, (we all know he’s a great cook). But reader sucks at cooking so Al has to step in (Or Lucifer)

Up to u to take the req or not, take care :3

Thank you for the request! I'll do both for you <3

You just thought it'd be a nice thing to do. Alastor was always cooking something for someone, due to him actually being a good cook. You just thought it'd be nice to make him lunch

Staring at the very burnt stonetop, it occured to you that you were never really a good cook. Or decent

Ah well. When at first you don't succeed, try try again!

"What are you doing?" Alastor said from behind you, leaning over your head to stare at the atrocity that was your third attempt at cooking.

Of course he startled you, so you jumped, and everything went everywhere.

Even on Alastor's coat-

OH GOD YOU WERE GONNA DIE AGAIN

He'd be upset, obviously, but his curiosity out-weighed his desire to destroy everything and everyone.

So at the moment he'd just give you a look and repeat his question

When you tell him your goal and motives behind it, his expression softens.

Only for a second and if you say he looked soft he'll deny it

The drama queen just snaps his fingers and everything is all clean again.

He'd be wearing an apron that says 'Oh Deer' on it

Didn't you give that to him as a gift?

"Well, if you're going to insist on trying to burn down the kitchen let's at least make something edible, yes?"

You end up feeling kind of bad because this was supposed to be a gift and thank you to him.

He waves you off

"My dear, I'll consider teaching you how to not burn down a kitchen plenty thanks enough"

He actually really likes teaching you things but he'd never admit it

You think Lucifer'd be a lot better a cook

No

He has his strong points, most of which were sweets and apple-related snacks

But eating sweets alone is not a good diet

You tried making him something with more vegetables and other healthy stuff

Then you remembered you also suck at cooking

He'd appreciate what you're trying to do for him

He's thankful for his permanent blush otherwise you'd see how flustered he is

So you end up trying to learn together!

It did not go well

You didn't burn anything down though

And what you ended up making didn't make you vomit

So you considered it a success!

Lucifer suggested just using magic next time

You told him you didn't have that kind of magic

"No worries, starling! I'll magic up something for you whenever you want!"

Even if you wanted to cook for him?

"OOoohhh... Well i mean if you want I guess I can just join you for a meal or two or whatever you want! Hahahahaa!"

Help this man

[adaelines]

omggg umm is ok to ask for Price x F!Reader where they have a big age gap? (sum like civvie collage!girl reader?) I'm the biggest slut for John and i believe he has the biggest daddy, breeding and size kink not to mention tummy bulging 😵‍💫

sorry this doesn't include the kinks, I'll try and do a part 2 with those!!! heats killing me and I wanted to get Something out bc age difference price destroys me every time

afab reader but gender neutral, price is described to be double your age but specific age not mentioned!! Obviously at least 18. sorry this isn't very long I just wanted to get something out!

John Price always knew how to treat you well.

It never mattered how much older he was than you, never mattered that he was almost double your age, not when simply being with him lit up your world like he was a beacon in an otherwise dark world. 

He always made you so happy, always put your happiness and pleasure first, above all else. Even when he was away on duty, leaving you alone at his house that was easily big enough for an entire family, you were always at the forefront of his thoughts. 

You mattered most to him, more than anything else, and he always showed it in everything he did

Giving you money for new clothes or something you saw whilst out shopping, always treating you to the absolute best dates perfectly suited to what you most wanted, giving you a break from your college workz always fucking you hard and deep like he wanted to absolutely destroy you.

It came out most when he'd just returned from his duty, when he'd been away from you too long and spent every moment dreaming of being back home with you, being back in your bed and able to simply bask in each others company, not having to worry about anything and being able to touch, to hold without even thinking about the outside world. Nothing else mattered when he'd just come home from work, nothing else compared to being home with you. 

The desperation of finally being home together, finally being able to touch each other as much as you wanted, is what led to here. You in John's lap on the sofa, leaning back with your legs spread over his knees, three of his fingers as deep inside you as he could manage. He couldn't wait till you were in the bedroom, not when he finally had you alone, finally had you in his arms. He'd been waiting for this from the moment he left, and he refused to wait any longer. 

"Sweet thing," He mutters in your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin below it, "Missed you so much, missed this so much… You're always so good for me, such a pretty thing…"

His fingers, thick and calloused from his guns, were so deep inside you it was almost too much. You were a whiny mess on his lap, arching against him and holding onto his arm so tight you were sure he'd have bruises and nail marks afterwards, but it felt so good. You hadn't touched yourself whilst he was away, one of your rules, so having him pleasuring you like this was overwhelming.

He had killed men with these hands, snapped their necks and broken their spines, now he was knuckle deep in your cunt like this was where he truly belonged. Not any of the bloodshed, not any of the violence, he belonged here, inside of you, making you feel good. Nothing else mattered now, you were the only thing he could think of, you took over his brain like a parasite he wanted. He would happily live the rest of his life only thinking of you, if that was what made you happy. No matter how many missions he went on, how many men he killed or how long he was away, you were most important to him. Always.

Crooking his fingers inside of you, he moved his thumb to rub circles on your clit, pressing another soft kiss to the skin of your neck below your ear. He loved having you like this, whining on his lap, one hand cupping your chest whilst the other played with you. 

The hand on your chest squeezed as he gently grazed his teeth on your neck, along the pulse. 

"C'mon, pretty little thing… Cum on my hand, and maybe i'll give you my cock."

Right now, he was your lover. He wasn't a man double your age, with so much experience you worried he would want more, he was the person you loved, doing absolutely everything he could to make you coat his fingers and stain his pants in your cum. 

Leave a permanent mark of your pleasure on him, remind him that only he can make you feel this good.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Electric Future

Denki x Reader

Mentions: Virgin reader, Nsfw, angst, fluff

reblogs are appreciated <3

As a Pro Hero you always considered eventually settling down by 24. You thought it's a good age. You want to do it with someone you’re in love with and someone who loves you just as much in return. The man you’re with is Denki. He’s your partner in crime. You’re best friend and someone you love unconditionally. 

The pair of you worked so hard to become Pro Heroes. You both sacrificed so much. When you go on dates you’ve caught yourself looking at couples with babies or toddlers having fun. You’re 25 and ready, to be married, have a warm and beautiful home, and become a mother, however, you don’t want to ruin things with Denki if he disagrees. You’ve been dying to tell him, but you’re not even engaged. He never mentioned getting married let alone be a dad. You’ve been with him since the 2nd year of high school. 7yrs. 

“ Can we talk? It’s serious. It’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You said sitting down with him on the couch. “ Yeah babe. What is it?” he replied, giving you his undivided attention. “ I-Ive been thinking abo- about redecorating my room!” you said. You turned into a fucking chicken. “ Babe, I'll definitely help. Don’t stress about it.” he replied, handing you a slice of pizza. It was movie night. Not a good time, then again life isn’t rainbows and  butterflies. There won’t ever be a perfect time. The following morning it was girls day. 

“You need to tell him Y/n, otherwise you’ll be wasting time.” Uraraka said drinking coffee. “ I agree with her. If you’re ready to settle down you need to let him know and see how he truly feels about it.” Mina said. “ Try to tell him again and keep in mind that no matter what happens everything will be okay.” Momo said. You love your girlfriends and they love you too. You nodded. 

A month passed and you finally put yourself together. You ate dinner with him. “ Denki…I need to tell you something important.” you spoke up. He nodded as he took a bite of his chicken. “ I love being a Pro Hero but I’ve always wanted to settle down at 25. Be engaged or married, have a home and be a mother. I’m ready to do that. Before you say if i’m sure, I am 100% sure. I’m ready to settle down.” you said to him.  You braced yourself for any type of reaction. He stood up. “ I can’t give you that Y/n. I’m not looking for that.” he replied. You gripped the ring box in your hand. “ Denki, we've been together for 8 years. What have we been doing then?” you asked, crying. “ 7years I get it. You don’t have to remind me!” he yelled. You felt sick to your stomach. “ I can’t do it. I love being a Hero. It’s always been my dream and I’ve achieved it! If I get married and have a child it will only hold me back. Being a boyfriend is what's best.” He said. “ I’d hold you back…being your girlfriend is alright though.” you said crying. “Yes. I’m sorry but if you’re ready to settle down, look for someone else but don’t forget I love you.” he said. His words hit you like bullets. You threw the box at him. He opened it and saw a great ring that it's meant for him. “ You told me we’d be together forever. Get out of my house.” You cried. He grabbed his things and left. You broke down.

It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup and you were a mess. You haven’t showered, your hair is a mess, all you ate was takeout food from Uber eats. You put your phone on DND. You went online to see if there’s any news on him. You checked his social media and even your friends to see if he was with them. You checked to see if he’d message you or called. Nothing. Your friends thought you were missing, so guess who showed up on your front door. You went to the door thinking your food was finally there. “What the hell!?” Mina yelled. “ We’re worried about you idiot!” Kirishima yelled. “ What smells?” Uraraka questioned as they entered. Yeah you had all the take out food and snacks on the ground. Not bothering to throw it away. You were rotting on that couch. “Jesus, you need help.” Momo commented ,making face masks and handing them out. Bakugou was judging you and HARD. “ I’m sorry for making you all worry and thanks for stopping by.” you said. “What happened to you?” Sero asked. “ I got dumped and rejected by Denki.” You said drinking apple juice. “ Rejected and Dumped? Denki is in love with you. He’s head over heels. He’d do anything for you.” Bakugou said. “ Well he didn’t love me enough to even say yes to my wishes. We could’ve come to an agreement.” You spoke, grabbing a bottle of wine. “ Again what the hell.” Kirishima said. “ Yeah so my wish of getting married, having a home with him and being a mom was a big no for him. If we were, I'd be holding him back.” You cried. Sero took the bottle out of your hand and set it down. “ Let’s get you cleaned up.” Momo said gently,helping you upstairs as you cried the pain away. The guys started to clean the nasty mess. 

Uraraka turned on the bathtub to make sure the water was hot. She knows you like showering with hot water. Mina struggled to brush out the knots in your hair. “ C-Chop it off.” you said sniffling. Momo made a detangling spray and creme.She added it onto your hair. Mina brushed and it worked amazingly. Hair did fall off but it wasn’t anything crazy. “Alright y/n. It's just how you like it.” Uraraka said smiling. They helped you undress and get you into the tube. They let you take your bath. The water turned into a small shade of brown. After a bath you took a full on shower making sure you were 100% clean.

“God have mercy.” Izuku spoke as he helped pick up a pizza box that was spoiled. “This idiot is dead when I go to his place.” Bakugou spoke as he washed the dishes. “ She’s going through it…I can’t believe Kaminari would turn her down.”Kirishima said, wiping down the coffee table clean. “Maybe he was scared?” Sero suggested. “No. He’s serious about y/n.” Izuku replied. About 3 hours passed. Your house is all clean. “ We’ll talk to him.” Izuku said. “No. He’ll come to me if he wants to talk to me.” You said. “ We’re having a sleepover. You guys can leave.” Momo said. The boys left. 

A year had gone by. You’re 25. During that year you balance your life as a hero and a teacher at a U.A high school. You’re still in love with Denki. You had faith and hope he’d come back, even though it didn’t seem that way. Denki was having what looked like his best life. In reality he was a mess. You never left his mind. 

The day finally came. You were watering your plants. “ Excuse me… Y/n.” he spoke, trying to keep his voice from being shaky. You turned to him, setting down the watering can. “Hello Denki Kaminari.” You replied. He grabbed your hands. You missed his touch.“What are you doing here?” you asked. “I’ve never stopped loving you y/n. I need and want you. I can’t let you go. I’m sorry. I want eternity with you.” he said, begging god to give him a second chance of making the love of his life happy. “ That’s all I’ve been wanting, Denki.” you replied. He held you close. He had a tight grip and you didn’t mind it knowing you were holding him just as tight. “ I have something for you,if you want it.” You said walking inside with him. Your home was redecorated just like you’ve been wanting it to. You went into your closet and grabbed the special box. His eyes lit up as you showed him the ring. “ Sparky ma-” he cut you off. “Hell Yes!!!! Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He said aloud. You put the ring on his finger. He carried you and kissed you. Your heart melted. He was so happy and excited he released a spark shocking you.“Sorry about that.” he apologized. You smiled and kissed him. You didn’t mind  it. In fact you love it. If let you know that he’s actually there with you. “ Y/n…are you still ready to settle down?” he asked, setting you down. He held your hand. “Yes I am.” you replied smiling. He placed the other hand on your cheek looking at your beautiful face. The face he wants to wake up to for the rest of his life. “ I’m in love with you y/n.” he confessed. “I’m in love with you, sparky.” you replied. You held onto each other like never before. 

The wedding happened 5 months later. It was crazy how fast the wedding happened, especially since there's so many things involved. The honeymoon was so romantic and fun. Believe it or not you saved your 1st for when you’re married. Denki only had sex like 4 times during his 1st year of highschool. He was a perv. During the time you dated you guys did a few naughty things but never had your 1st time. 

“Gentle please.” you pleaded. Denki pressed a peck on your forehead. “ I’ll try my best.” he replied as he rubbed your clit. You let out a breathy moan. He smirked. When he got down your cunt he spread your folds. “ s’pretty.” he said. You blushed up. You gripped the sheets as he sucked on your clit. He held your thighs sending a small shock wave. You yelped, enjoying the shock. He was devouring you. When you released all over his mouth,he licked you clean. He hovered over you. You looked at him shyly. “ I’ll wait for you to adjust. Okay my love.” he said as he penetrated you. It was a bit painful for you. He noticed your facial expressions and to distract you from the pain he rubbed you pretty clit. You moaned out. Denki started off slowly then gradually sped up. “ Feel s’good!” you yelped, scratching his back. He groaned, thrusting deeper. “ You're so tight, baby.” he grunted. He loved hearing your moans and whimpers. He loved the pain he felt when you scratched his back. “ more pl-ease.” you pleaded but it sounded more like an order. Denki decided to snap and made sure you’d cum so many times. He made sure to pump you full of his thick white cum. He made sure to fill you up very well so that you can eventually come to him with amazing news of you being pregnant later on in the future. That 1st night of your honeymoon was a crazy ride. You and Denki were at it until both of you passed out together. 

You and Denki had agreed to things before getting married. You’d stay working as a U.A teacher and stay at home to which you agreed with. He’d still be a hero however he won’t take any night shifts and have weekends off. Let's be realistic, Denki will always make time for you. He’ll work faster to get home earlier than his normal time before getting engaged to you. If you guys did get pregnant he wants your pregnancy leave once you’re 5 months and he’ll take the leave from work with you. You guys came to an agreement. You talked things through. 

Finally being married to Denki was a wish come true. You did get pregnant and you both must have overdone it during the honeymoon. The surprise was definitely huge. Twins. A boy and girl. 

“ Double the fun, don't ya think?” Denki asked as he set up the cribs. You didn’t answer. He turned to look at you. He stood up and walked over to you. “Hey. It will be hard the 1st few months but we have each other. Better together, remember.” he said, pecking your forehead. You nodded, giving him a smile. You felt reassured. Your husband is wonderful. “ Better together.” you said rubbing your bump. “ Hopefully they like their nursery,” he said, finishing with the cribs. “They will after all their daddy decorated the nursery and built  the furniture.” you said smiling. “ I’m a total badass.” he said. “ Hey, I was thinking we should name our baby girl, Hikari. You know, light like lightning..electric.” he said hoping you’d like it. “ Yes it's cute. I love it sparky. For our baby boy I want Kousuke.” you replied, whimpering as the twins kicked. He placed his hand on your bump feeling their kicks. “They like their names. Hey little ones be nice to mommy. That makes her uncomfy.” he said, speaking to them. They kicked hard one final time and then stopped. 

You and Denki are so happy. This is all you’ve ever wanted and all Denki wished to have when he regretted leaving you.

[stupid3fantasies]

~silly little intro post~

hi 💕 i won't bother telling you my name. i can be your pet, so you get to name me, right?

TW: SOME EXTREME/UNPOPULAR KINKS

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let me get some things out of the way:

-under 18 do not interact. leave immediately.

-everything on this page is to be considered fiction unless explicitly stated otherwise.

-i do not condone non-consensual acts between humans or otherwise. i'll repeat, everything on this page is fiction and fantasy.

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now let's get to the fun stuff:

33f, fat, adorable here's what i'm into:

b3astiality

kn0tting

being a dumb little brat

old men

fat men

old fat men

humiliation/degradation about my stupidity

br33ding

1cky things

m0nster fckng

r4p3 play

here's what i'm not into:

bathroom things

diapers

humiliation regarding weight

this is a side blog so i can't follow you here, but you can find my "normal" blog at stupid3 💕

feel free to chat with me about anything!

otherwise, here's a fun little blurb about my life. love you!

i live alone with my dogs in an old ranch in the midwest 🥰

i run my own doggie rescue, typically adopting dogs that are considered too aggressive to be adopted by most families. i have my own version of rehab for these guys and so far there's a 100% success rate.

right now i have 21 dogs in my care. they're all male, and they have free reign of the house, the old barn, and the acres of land out back that once served as a cattle range. plenty of room to run around and have fun 🥰

we don't have anyone around for quite a few miles on either side, so it's really just us against the world

i've got all different breeds: german shepherds, rottweilers, mastiffs, great danes, labs, dobermans, and all sorts of mutts and mixes

our lifestyle is... well, i guess not quite the norm. while i'm the one who adopted them, they're the ones in charge. that's a big part of that "rehab" that i mentioned earlier. it's important for them to get their aggression out in a safe way. while a lot of people think these guys were raised to crave violence, i've noticed that they're really just.. frustrated.

the open land helps to exert their energy. the regular meals and the warm places to sleep makes them comfortable. and i... well, i'm what they use to address that frustration.

while i have them all microchipped, i'm the only one that wears a collar because.... well, i'm their little doggie whore. i let my boys lead me wherever they'd like to go and mount me any way they'd like. they own all of my little holes. they get to take me from whatever i'm doing to use me if they need to. if i'm making their meals, cleaning, sleeping, showering, they are allowed to pin me and take me.

if you were to see me naked, you'd notice i have scratches all over. maybe some clumsy bruises here and there, and the occasional bite mark on my neck or shoulder, but i honestly wouldn't change any of it for the world.

i love my life, i love my doggies, and i love being owned by them. i love taking a big knot in my little cunt and cumming over and over on it as we're tied together, their cum squirting out from around it because they've filled me up so much.

i love when they want to breed me but accidentally take my ass. it's always a surprise and it hurts so much, but the way they rut even harder when they feel my body tense up from the pain is enough to make me such a stupid drippy mess.

i love when they can smell my ovulation cycle and i have so many cold wet noses searching up my skirt. their warm flat tongues licking against my cunt and ass, the smarter ones lapping at my nipples because they know it makes me even more wet.

i love when they pin my head against the arm of the couch and thrust into my mouth, treating my throat like my cunt. fucking my face like a stupid whore, some even forcing their knots past my lips, making me gag and choke like crazy.

but i love it the most when quite a few of my boys need me at once. all of my holes getting filled up and used. crying from pain and pleasure. all of their knots pressing into my most sensitive areas.

so yes, life is perfect. but... it can get even better. i think my boys could use a strong male figure in their life. they've trained me so well to be a pet, i think it's time that i have an owner too.

so if you want to own a stupid girl who is a good little whore who is trained to be a perfect little submissive slut then... well... i'm all yours! 💕💕💕

[scarnatlover]

In the comfort of your arms

Summary: In light of shocking news, the refuge found within the comforting embrace of a girlfriend becomes an anchor, grounding one's frayed nerves and fragile spirit.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (romantic); Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: panick attack, mention of blood, mention of sex

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Y/N pov

Being the CEO of one of the most prestigious law firms is certainly not a point that everyone can get to. I'm not everyone. But that doesn't make it any easier. And it isn't.

Everyone thinks that because I'm the CEO, I don't do anything. Wrong. I do more than anyone else. I'm the first one in the office in the morning and the last one to leave at night. Constantly dealing with papers to sign, contracts to inspect, cases to review, in and out of courts, constant calls from people who want either me or one of my lawyers, meetings I have to attend, and so on.

Of course, competition doesn't help. Ricky's Corporation is the only company that is on par with mine. There has always been this rivalry. Where my company did not reach, his company did; Where his company didn't reach, mine did. In the end, for several years now, it has been mine that has prevailed, even if only briefly.

There were times when I told myself to shut everything down, that it wasn't worth it anymore, but Nat was always there with me to reassure me that everything I was doing was perfect and that I was at a great point in my career. And everything went back to the way it was before.

Until, Tony Stark showed up at my office, asking me to be his lawyer. After a long discussion, we both decided to embark on this journey together. What I didn't know was that being Tony's lawyer meant becoming the lawyer for the Avengers and Stark Industries as well, which was not in the contract but which I let go for fear of losing such an important client.

The only benefit that this choice brought me was the money that comes to us every time. Of course, Tony doesn't care much about his bank accounts. But that alone did me any good. Otherwise, the work has tripled, if not more. Many more meetings, many more documents, many more calls and hearings. Sometimes I can't even get home to Nat because of the work I have to do. Not to mention, I have to stop whatever I'm doing every time Tony calls.

Just like now. I was reviewing documents for an alleged first-degree murder case when my phone rang. I pressed the button and heard my secretary's voice on the other end of the line.

"Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark has requested your presence in half an hour in his office at Stark Industries" I heard that voice that usually told me good news; Not this time.

"Tell him I'm busy, I'll go to him as soon as I can," I said, continuing to look at the papers in front of me and underline the main parts of what was written.

"I'm sorry Miss, but he insists," she continued.

I got up from my chair, loosening a little the tie that Nat had tied around my neck this morning, a sign that I was getting nervous and not just a little. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. 3:57 p.m., weird that Tony was in the office at this time.

"Tell him I'm coming" I ended the conversation before ending the call for good.

I quickly gathered my things and then left my office, a little frustrated. I texted Nat that I probably wouldn't be home by 4:30 p.m., as we had arranged since we wanted to have an afternoon to ourselves.

I think the others who were with me in the building understood that this was not the time to speak to me or to stand in my way. When I got into the car, I leaned my head on the steering wheel, exasperated. I could feel my eyes filling with tears. I was tired, very tired. It was all too much, too difficult, too complicated, too tiring. But it has always been my dream to join a law company.

After half an hour, I finally managed to park the car in the Stark Industries parking lot and got out of the car; I made my way to the entrance of the hotel and as soon as I arrived at the reception I saw Happy sitting on a chair near the elevator, looking at me. I waved to him and he immediately reciprocated, even sending a smile.

Once Tony's receptionist gave me access, I went up in the elevator and pressed the floor number Tony had pointed me to. While it was going up, I pulled out my phone, expecting a message from Nat, but it wasn't there. My message had been ignored, but I could see that it had been delivered and even read. This only added to my frustration.

Finally, the elevator stopped, I got out but I stopped a few steps later because I saw the very person I expected to see only in the trials. Ricky Martin. I just hoped Tony hadn't called him too.

I walked over to sit on one of the free chairs, hoping Ricky wouldn't notice me. Unfortunately, of course, this was not the case.

"If it's not Y/N Y/L/N that sitting there" he practically screamed, some people turned to look at us a little badly.

"Hi Ricky" I replied annoyed and without looking him in the eye I could guess that he understood that he was bothering me.

Before he could say anything else, Tony opened the door, letting out the other person who was inside with him. I understood why Nat didn't reply to the message. She was with Tony discussing something. As soon as she saw me, she completely ignored Ricky, who was looking for her attention and headed towards me.

"I'm so sorry my moon, as soon as I saw the message I wanted to answer you, but Stark called me for a meeting about a mission. I have to leave now, I'll be back about tomorrow morning. I'm sorry I can't be with you as we planned, but I promise we'll be together tomorrow," she said with a pout, then took my face in her hands and gently leaned her lips on mine. Honestly, I was hoping that tonight it would be just me, her and Liho, but instead, there will only be the cat at home since after this news I didn't want to stay home alone, so I'll stay in the office.

I nodded and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and concern, but before she could say anything, her phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw Clint's ID. "Fuck" she murmured giving me another kiss and telling me to warm up the food she had prepared in the fridge, before running to the elevator and getting in.

Sighing, I picked up the papers I had placed on the chair next to me when I sat down and walked into Tony's office.

As usual, it was a mess. But who would Tony Stark be if he didn't leave everything in disarray? I sat in the chair next to Ricky, without looking him in the face, leaving my eyes to focus only on Tony.

"You may be wondering the reason for this sudden call" he began and already from his tone of voice I knew that whatever was on his mind, I would not like it. "Given the events that are going on, I've been thinking a lot these days," he said, opening a drawer and taking out a packet of peanuts, starting to eat them and then continuing to talk. "I think instead of just Y/N, Ricky should be a lawyer for this company as well."

And at that moment, everything stopped. As if my whole life had just been thrown away. As if all my efforts, sleepless nights, and evenings spent in the office instead of in my bed had been for nothing. As if my dream of becoming the best has been shattered. Because that's exactly what happened. Ricky sat next to me, looking at me with a smug smirk.

The rest of the meeting was difficult; My leg was bouncing up and down, a clear sign that I wanted to get out of that place. Tony must have noticed this because he quickly finished his speech and then told us we could leave.

Martin left quickly, his smirk still on his face. I didn't move from my chair. I couldn't understand, I couldn't focus on one thing, I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't breathe. He couldn't give anything.

The rest of the meeting was difficult; My leg was bouncing up and down, a clear sign that I wanted to get out of that place. Tony must have noticed this because he quickly finished his speech and then told us we could leave.

Martin left quickly, his smirk still on his face. I didn't move from my chair. I couldn't understand what was going on, I couldn't focus on one thing, I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything.

I felt my clothes sticking to my skin, not allowing me to breathe, my hands were becoming numb, my chest felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. It seemed to go at the same speed as the F1 cars.

I didn't understand anything, I didn't know what was going on. I felt like I was dying, or fainting, I don't know which of the two. But thinking about it only made things worse.

Nat pov

I should have expected that. I can't have a night out with my girlfriend because my work is always in the middle. Sometimes I think about what our life would be like if I wasn't an Avenger. It would be very nice, but at the same time, it would not be the everyday life I know very well.

I was in the quinjet getting ready to leave when I heard the phone ring. I made a puzzled face before heading to the table where we usually outline the mission's plan of attack. I immediately saw that Tony was calling me and I sighed in exasperation.

"Tony, what's up, I've got to-"

"Nat, you have to come here to the office, it's Y/N." Hearing those words, I took my duffel bag, where I had my clothes since I had already put on my suit, phone and car keys.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" I asked frantically, running as fast as I could toward my Corvette, which seemed much farther away than I remembered I had parked it.

"I don't know, I think she's having a panic attack and I don't know what to do. I tried everything" he explained and finally, I got to the car, quickly entering it and, as soon as I put the keys in, I sped away, still on the phone with Tony.

"Fuck, move you shitty assholes" I yelled slamming my hands on the steering wheel, since those in front of me, even with the green light, didn't move and I was in a hurry.

As soon as I arrived, for the second time that day, I parked quickly, forgetting my bag with my house keys, wallet and phone inside, but at that moment, the only thing I cared about was my girlfriend.

Running, I entered the building, quickly showing my security badge and then running to the stairs, deciding that they would be faster than the elevator and let's face it, I don't think I've ever run so fast.

When I finally got to the floor where Tony's office was, I saw Ricky Martin smiling while he was on the phone with someone, but as soon as he laid eyes on me, he ended the conversation and walked over to me.

I wanted to go straight on my way until he started talking to me. "Your girlfriend's a failure, Romanoff," he grabbed my arm. "She has not succeeded and she will never be able to do anything in life. I bet she doesn't even you fuck well" when I heard the last words, I couldn't contain myself and punched him on the nose, both because of the words he was saying about Y/N, and because, as I said many times, I was in a hurry.

"My girlfriend," I replied as he held his nose while moaning in pain, "She's not a failure. You, Ricky Martin, are a failure. On her own, she's managed to go a lot farther than you. And it sure fucks me better than you Ricky, even if it doesn't take much, given the cock you find yourself down there. Even a rubber cock is better than yours" and I left, walking over to Tony's office door.

When I entered, I found myself in front of a scene that I had never seen before. Y/N, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her neck and arms full of scratches, some bleeding, some not, with her shirt unbuttoned and her tie thrown somewhere, crying and desperate, trying unsuccessfully to breathe. Tony, on the other hand, was crying too, probably because he felt partly useless because he couldn't help Y/N, and on the other hand, because he felt guilty thinking he was the one who created this situation. As soon as Tony saw me, he motioned for me to go to Y/N without worrying about him.

Calmly and quietly, I approached my girlfriend, so as not to panic her more. "Hey, my moon. Can you try to take big, deep breaths for me, mhm?" I said gently taking her hands, trying to stop her from hurting herself more. She just shook her head and then started banging it against the wall behind her.

"No, no darling, we don't do that, mhm. Sh sh sh, it's all right, I'm here. Can you feel me? Can you feel my hands?" I asked her and after a few moments, she nodded. I just smiled at her before bringing her hand to my chest, to let her feel my regular heartbeat. "Come on love, let's do as the therapist said, huh? Inhale for 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Hold for 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 and finally exhale for 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5" I patiently guided her as she did her breaths, just as her psychologist had instructed me.

"Well done my love, very good. But now we have to repeat them, okay? Just like before" I told her, this time bringing her head to my chest and squeezing her hard enough to make her feel that I was there with her, but that I didn't want to restrict her any more.

After a few minutes, finally, her breathing was regular again, although she continued to tremble, and a lot of it. I stood there with her on the floor sitting, gently stroking her hair and giving her the comfort she needed. Occasionally, I would give her a few kisses on the forehead or wherever I could go. "Do you want to go home now?" I asked her after a while longer, hoping for a positive response from her. As an answer, however, I only got a no.

"Love…" I whispered to her, a little disconsolate by her answer, but it was very predictable. From the beginning of the relationship I had understood that she, even if she was very sick, had to go to the office if she hadn't finished something and this caused a lot of fights between the two of us, but they always ended up with her in my arms crying while she apologized and me consoling her.

"I-I know, I know. But I've go-ot to get to the office quick, I-I've got t-to finish something quickly," she whispered in a faint voice, breaking here and there. Usually, I would have let her go, but in the condition she was in, it didn't seem appropriate, so I tried to negotiate

"Okay, let's do it this way. You and I now go home, take a bath together, put on matching pajamas and watch Moana until you fall asleep" I tried to convince her, also trying to make her sleepy by gently stroking her hair. She opened her mouth, probably to protest again, but before she could do so, I started talking again. "Liho can sleep in the bed with us and you can be the little spoon" and after that, I knew I had convinced her. I felt her body relax against mine, her regular breathing on my neck, her hands fisting my suit. When she finally nodded, I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

We spent that night just as I promised. Liho was asleep next to Y/N who was next to me, with her head on my chest, curled up like a baby. I wouldn't change a thing at all. With her, I feel like I'm at home. And deep down, I was.

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Could i get slashers with an s/o that has hip/leg problems to where they cant walk very much and sometimes cant move their legs due to pain? My legs move out of socket a lot and it usually ends with me collapsing or having to lay down :") (Sorry if that doesnt make sense please feel free to ignore if it doesnt)

I'll try my best! Hope you like it!! Sorry this took so long to write 😅

Slashers with an S/O who has hip/leg problems (OG Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Sinclair brothers, Jason Voorhees)

Michael Myers

He would notice your pain without you having to say anything

Michaels silently standing in every room you're in so he's much more familiar with you than you may realize

Doesn't say anything about it but if you ask he'll let you hang on him for support

Other times when he notices you struggling he'll silently hold out an arm for you to lean on

He might actually just scoop you up and take you where you need to be

Michael also steals a bunch of painkillers for you

You come home one day to find a pile of various bottles and a handful of other pills you can't identify

He's helping :)

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy goes way out of his way to help you

He'll drop everything for you, much to Hoyt's displeasure

He can be a bit overbearing at times but if you ask him to dial it back he will

But otherwise he's at your beck and call

Thomas will carry you everywhere if that's what you want

Luda Mae will also accommodate you as much as possible usually by making sure your chores are ones you can do sitting down, like laundry

Feels really guilty that there's nothing he can do to take away the pain

If you ever collapse in front of him he'll scoop you up immediately

He'd be absolutely inconsolable that he didn't help you sooner

Bo Sinclair

At first he just thinks you're being lazy/coming up with excuses

If he's in a particularly bad mood he might snap and yell at you

After a while he realizes that you're in a lot of genuine pain and he'll start to feel a bit guilty about his treatment of you

He probably only realizes when you fully collapse though

He's too prideful to say anything though, let alone apologize

But he'll silently try to make things easier on you

He'll offer to let you lean on him when there's no where to sit

Otherwise he'll pull you down to sit on his lap

If you ask him to carry you he'll groan about it but will do it with no hesitation

Vincent Sinclair

Notices right away

He notices a lot of smaller things like that

He'll always have a comfortable seat ready for you in his studio

He acts as a total mother hen

Always prompting you to sit down or lay down

At your side constantly

If there's anything he can get you to help with the pain he's running to get it

Heat pad, ice pack, pain killers you name it he's got it

He'll give up any seat for you unprompted

Lester Sinclair

Immediate concern

He believes you right away once you explain the problem to him

He notices that you're in pain but wasn't really sure of the extent of it

Most of your time spent with him is sitting in his truck while he drives or jumps out to pick up roadkill

When you're in Ambrose he is checking in constantly to make sure you're okay/if you need to rest

Jason Voorhees

He notices you're in pain and is immediately worried you're injured somehow

Becomes really protective because of that

When he checks you for injuries, you can explain it to him

At that point the concern is dialed up to a 10

He'd carry you everywhere if you let him

Otherwise he gets very worried and encourages you to stay in the cabin or in bed

Doesn't want you to go anywhere without him in case your leg moves out of its socket and he's not there to help

But he also doesn't want to be overbearing, so he'll probably let you go

He's still so worried though

Definitely sneaking around behind you just to be safe