#imagine what it would be like if i was stable and didn't cry all the time at every little thing lmao

[septembersghost]

what is it like to not be a soft-hearted overly sensitive weepy i do wonder

[churipu]

Hi! ☺️ First and foremost, I hope you're doing well. Also, I just recently found your page and I love your writing!

I really liked your post on the super sensitive reader with the jjk men. Can I get headcanons of the jjk men with reader who is very stoic and a little emotionally constipated? Like they have never seen reader cry ever while in their relationship together, but then reader ends up having a hard week and ends up crying from frustration.

jjk men & their emotionally constipated partner

featuring. shiu kong, itadori yuuji, todo aoi, geto suguru x reader

warnings. cursing and jjk men being sweet and soft to their partner <;33

note. hi anon! i'm doing great, hbu love? thank you for liking my works, you don't know how much that means to me, i hope you have a great day! and thank you for requesting, i find this request very interesting <33 also, thank you guys for the big amount of support i've been receiving for the last two days, can you imagine i gained like 140+ followers in that matter of time? i'm going to start violently sobbing istg. anw, i hope u sexies enjoy this <33

SHIU KONG. shiu loves you a lot, even if you struggle in showing the love back to him, he knows you love him a lot. shiu would receive random messages (mostly a picture of something and then you tell him that it reminded you of him, probably deemed as your love language now). i feel like shiu is partly happy that you don't take things into the heart - but at times he'd be very worried about you. you never cry, you almost never get angry at him even if he did something wrong (you'd just tell him it's nothing and you weren't mad, but he sometimes think it's because you didn't want to engage yourself in arguments), and hell, he barely sees you smile at all.

shiu has heard you tell stories about your new work place, which you quote unquote as toxic. and you've been in the company for no longer than three months, but the stories about your very annoying co-worker and your boss never stops. he swore that the topic of your work place was the only thing that could get you riled up.

i feel like shiu would be the type of boyfriend who would tell you to stop working because he's financially stable enough to provide for you, but you decline telling him that you didn't want to live off of him.

shiu didn't force you to stop or quit your job though, he'd be glad to listen to you talk about your days at work.

"y/n? you're ho— darling, what happened?" he saw the solemn look on your face and realized that something must have happened (yet again) at your work place, he dropped the cigar that was lodged in between his lips and immediately approached you.

you shook your head, inhaling sharply before kicking off your shoes, "work, of course."

"is it your boss? or that same co-worker again?" shiu knew that it was either your boss or this one co-worker who doesn't seem to enjoy your presence in the office.

"both." you sat down on the couch, throwing your head back in exhaustion (you were about to cry and the only way to stop your tears from coming out was to just force it back in with your head back), "i'm getting my paycheck reduced this month."

shiu took a seat next to you, "why?"

"i was blamed for something my co-worker did, this is so unfair," your voice cracked a little and shiu pulled you into a hug, you choked out a sob, "this is so unfair," you muttered out, your pent out anger and disappointment finally seeping out in a form of tears.

"hey, shh..." he soothes you, pulling back to see your tearful eyes. he grazed over your cheek to wipe the droplets away, "let me take care of them, yeah?"

you shook your head, "don't have to, i don't want to make this into a bigger mess."

shiu planted a kiss on your forehead, "don't worry about it darling, you trust me, don't you?"

"yes."

shiu had a "talk" with your boss and your co-worker the very next day and your co-worker ended up resigning right after, and your boss, well they never bothered you anymore (and you're getting an extra paycheck for the next half a year).

ITADORI YUUJI. people always wonder how you and itadori ended up with each other. him being this ray of sunshine, and you were like the moon. but he didn't care about what everyone says, he loves you — and that's what matter, right?

wrong. don't think that you didn't notice the enormous shit talking about you behind your back, about how you probably bribed itadori into dating you and what not. usually, you'd shove all those down the drain and forget about it.

but for some reason, you couldn't help but to rethink about what they said. how itadori isn't too fit for you, or how you don't deserve him at all. the only thing that managed to trigger you was how somebody said that itadori deserves someone more "emotionally available" for him, and that person isn't you.

you never liked being emotionally constipated, people always talk about you behind your back, saying how you're so distant and that being the reason you don't have any friends. you keep telling yourself that you're used to it when it comes to you, but when it comes to itadori and your relationship — you feel helpless.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you looked up at him, a glint of worry flashing in his eyes. and you can't help but to feel the frustration building in you as you remember the words people say to you, "yes..no? i don't kno—" you choked out, smacking your hand on top of your mouth at the sound you let out.

it just got worse when you feel the tears you've been penting up for the past few weeks come out. itadori blinked feverishly, a little surprised to see you crying like this. he has never seen you cry before, "y/n..?" he breathes out, his hand reaching out to you, but you moved back, trying to avoid his touch.

the embarrassment you felt was horrid, you hated crying in front of people, even your own boyfriend, "baby," itadori mutters out seriously, grabbing your arms and then pulling them away from your face, "tell me what's wrong. talk to me."

i feel like he knew where this was going, he had a hunch. for the past few weeks, you asked him about why he was with you, why he loves you when there were better people out there (you think). and he knew it was because of what people said.

"i...i just don't think i'm the right one for you, yuuji. they're right, you need a more emotionally available partner."

itadori's face fell when you said that, and he shook his head, pulling you into his embrace. rocking back and forth like a baby, "why would you say that? why would you listen to them y/n?" he asks quietly.

"i...don't know."

he pulled away, brows furrowed and he held your shoulders, "you're perfect for me, i don't give a fuck what they said about you and i. the next time someone says something, i'm going to beat them up," the thing is, he looked so serious you couldn't help but to chuckle.

"you just chuckled.." he breathes out, "my life is complete."

TODO AOI. he's very boisterous, and i feel like he'd be the type of person who would defend his partner everywhere they go. when you accepted his feelings, he was surprised since he never expected you to like someone like him. but he was pretty damn proud of you, and as a boyfriend, he shows you off like a trophy.

telling people about how amazing you are, how you make him happy, or how you treat him nicely. but people are fucking judgmental, some of them don't like the idea of others living happily — and you never thought that "these" particular people would target you next for it.

saying how fucking weird todo is for liking someone like you, and you had to be honest, it did get into you. and so began your avoidance to your own boyfriend, todo.

he hates it. he hated how you changed out of the blue, no matter how hard he tries to reach out for you, you weren't the same anymore and he never got why you decided to change.

believe me when i say that he tried asking his friends about it, or about tips to get you to talk to him. but really, they weren't much of a help, saying how you probably got bored and is avoiding him so he would be the one to break up first with you.

todo didn't want to let the idea of that get into him, but after a few weeks of you avoiding him non-stop, he began thinking the same thing. were you bored of him? did he do something that you didn't like? or is it because he ate the last chocolate chip cookie you were saving up and blamed it on someone else?

so when he got the chance to bump into you, he immediately took it as a chance to ask you about it.

"why are you avoiding me?" you tried ending the conversation right away by going the other way, but man is fast fast so he didn't let you — still wanting to know about the sudden change in your behavior.

todo knows how you didn't like being cornered, or how you don't like talking about the relationship, sappy shit. but if he didn't talk to you about this, todo knew he was going to regret it.

"y/n," he grabbed the back of your collar, pulling you back lightly, "did i do something wrong?"

you were silent for a few seconds before todo's ears perked up at the sound of soft, choked out sobs. you were crying. you were crying. and the panic sinks in, "i..i'm sorry, did i pull on your collar too hard?!" he panics, flailing his arms.

you shook your head, "...no, i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo stopped his panicking and stood up straight, "i couldn't stop thinking about what people have to say about us, and now that i think about it, i feel like you deserve more than me," todo widened his eyes and looked around.

"who the fuck said that? i'm going to beat them up so bad people won't recognize them," todo mutters out and the corner of your lips tugged upward, "is that why you're avoiding me?"

you nod, "it was wrong. i know i should've said something about it. i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo laid his hand on top of your head, brushing your h/c softly with a gentle smile, "you're perfect for me, fuck those people," he cusses out, "next time you hear em', don't forget to find out their names— i'm going to give them a lesson for it."

SUGURU GETO. suguru and you are like two peas in a pod. people never see him without you and vice versa, and often people would say that you both are the perfect couple. despite your personalities almost being the same type of calm, suguru is a calm man, and he's soft spoken. while you were just plain cold and stoic, rarely speak of something or even show your emotions.

someone bothering you? okay. someone making fun of you? okay. you were practically a walking definition of "i give zero fucks". but that doesn't mean you can't feel hurt, you are still human after all.

so when suguru told you about how he has a new co-worker, and how she has been clinging onto him, how she tries to get in his pants. you find it cute how he tells you about it, even telling you that you should come to his workplace so he could show you off.

you didn't feel anything because you trusted him. until you see the so called "co-worker" of his. she's pretty, you can't deny that. and you could see how she gets along with almost everyone, having no problem in instigating a conversation or complimenting people. people definitely like her.

that's where the insecurity began sinking in.

would suguru fall for her like everyone in his workplace does? would he leave you for her? so many questions you wanted to find the answer to.

"baby?"

you look at him, completely out of your daydream. he cocks his head to the side, "are you okay? you've been zoning out a lot lately..." he said, voice gentle and worried.

you nodded, "yeah. sorry. got a lot in my mind."

"do you want to talk about it?" he brushes a few h/c strands from covering your face, "you've been a little distant. is it something that i did, baby?"

god, just the thought of suguru thinking it was him made you a little sensitive. the past few weeks was already hard enough for you to contain yourself from breaking down, and him asking that made the tears you held in for so long drop out all at once.

suguru was a little taken aback and he sat straight up, alarmed, "y/n? baby? what's wrong?" he asks you gently, wiping the tears that never ceased from your face.

"i feel..i feel like i'm not enough. you deserve better than me, suguru." suguru swallowed the lump in his throat, he should've known, ever since you came to his workplace, you had started getting distant. and he should've known that was the reason.

suguru shook his head, cupping your face before giving you soft little kisses all over your face, "don't" a kiss on your forehead. "you" a kiss on your left cheek. "dare" a kiss on your right cheek. "say" a kiss on your nose. "that" a kiss on your chin.

the male gazes into your eyes deeply, "i love you," he softly said before planting a kiss on your lips, "you're the one i want, you're perfect for me. i can't see my future without you y/n, so please don't think about that..."

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[c4qwp]

felix catton x fem!reader

| you understand.

📎 tags : angst, female reader, felix being older than you by a year, fanon of felix be i'm such a bad writer guys, bad orthography, felix being a bit annoying but also a cutie patootie, (y/n) not mentioned, angst asfff

📎 author's note : don't hesitate to comment to help me to progress! english isn't my first language, idk if felix is fanon but i tried my best to write him like i how i see him

you would have seen it coming.

"i think we should break up."

so faint and uncertain, barely more than a whisper.

he looked uncomfortably hunched over, his forearms resting on the table, his breakfast untouched, like he was trying to make himself smaller than you, which was ironic considering you envied his nerves of steel, and of course he was smaller than you shorter It was a very embarrassing moment for a handsome man, but not this kind of moment. Never this weakness.

although the winter sun shines through the windows, the kitchen is still dark and the unpleasant feeling of unusual transparency is almost suffocating. felix isn't the type to get flustered in public, which makes you even more nervous, just when you think you've had all the training you need to imagine scenarios and possible breakup possibilities in every direction.

he didn't dare look at you, shaking his head nervously, choking silently. "say something."

howfunny that he's the best thing you know and can lift you up with one arm effortlessly — his biceps are literally the size of your head, but he says if anyone touches him, he'll cry right now.

It's also a hard pill to swallow, and it's not true that you did this to him, weakening him. you didn't know you had that much power over him yet; and he said he wanted to break, but if he actually said he did, he'd throw up. you shifted in your seat, the wood of the chair suddenly digging into your skin as your body became hyperaware of everything around you, turning your attention away from felix and crossing your hands in your lap.

the answer is on the tip of your tongue, where it has been hidden for months. of course you let him go, and what makes it easier is accepting his warning that half the things about him will be absent and secret, or knowing from the start that your time with him will be limited.

you just don't hesitate; completely overcome the first four stages of grief and begin to accept with ease.

felix catton was essentially ephemeral, either a dreamer or a visible absentee in the present moment of your life. you think of him as an outside cat who was never yours to begin with, appearing randomly and unwittingly when he wanted, a flighty, mysterious companion who was happy and eager to be around.

you don't know if he loves you so much. everyone loved felix. everyone wanted to be around him. the love was there, enough to last a long time, but you thought it was because you were secure and stable.

you were glad you gave him that, if only because you honestly weren't sure what he saw in you.

what was going on was easy enough to experience and because of that you didn't allow yourself to get too attached to him because you knew he didn't love you as much as you loved him. maybe you're kidding yourself, maybe you're sleepy and not as cool as you thought, but you're convinced that's the way it should be, the way it should be.

what's the point of realizing your name isn't at the top of his list?

are you even were you good enough for him? a feeling of insecurity has been itching you for a long time. you may have been beautiful and intelligent, but were you the first in his eyes?

you can't ever be mad at him. you wanted to be with him knowing the way he is, after all. felix is a mess despite trying not to show it, his messy straw-brown hair doesnt shine like it usually does. he hasn't gotten enough sleep in more than a couple days because of his family's issues. time whenever he has to be away for an unprecedented amount of time, or gets buried too long in his pub. wearing a white shirt, he looked very casual and didn't seem to beg to be singled out. feel sorry for him.

"alright."

he snapped his head up, his eyes immediately meeting yours, and they were no longer blank. he looked unsure if he had heard correctly and had a look of disbelief on his face. "wait what?"

your fingers traced the rim of your teacup, mimicking felix's eager movements. "you can start packing today, but if you want to stop today, i don't mind..."

"no, wait-"

"i said yes, felix."

he frowned at the name, his eyes looking away from you for a moment, and he had to blink, and you thought that not having your usual nickname had hurt him. He had to swallow before he could speak.

"and that's it?"

you don't know if this is an attempt to end your relationship or if you want to let him go easily. you do not get it. what can you say.

"what do you want me to say?"

he sighed, looked away, wiped his forehead with his hand and covered his eyes. yes, not that your hopes are in vain. you have to say no.

he's as handsome as ever, but of course he'll want to know how comfortable you are, and he won't appreciate it when he changes his design. "i heard and will agree so we co—"

"aren't you mad at me?"

this is really what he thought first?

"i don't want to get upset."

"why...?"

"well, ..." because you love him, but talking about him will make it harder.

"i'm not sure. but we are both adult and need to talk like one. i think you and i have been very good together all along. I'm not mad at you for anything. understand."

he had such a subtle, sarcastic look on his face that if you were a complete stranger you would have thought it was sarcasm, but you knew better. He insulted himself. you can read it. but you should think about it. you should be mad at him. why the fuck is he upset. things about felix seem too good to be true, his only flaw is that he is a literal playboy. but of course stopped all his relationships with other girls, right?

"don't you want to know the reason? i mean, my god, why are you taking it so passively?"

"what do you mean?"

it's hard for you too.

"how can you not be so affected?"

"It's not like that. If you want to break up, i can't make you stay, or do anything you don't want to do. that's not fair to any of us. you will be with someone you don't want, and i would know im with someone who doesn't want me."

he shook his head, brown hair framing his face, which floated gently in the air. when he strongly disagrees

with something you say, but decides to say no at the last minute, he'll furrow his brows in anger and you'll feel a little disappointed because he's not denying that he doesn't want you. "you're always doing that, you're always doing that..getting mad. you must be mad at me."

"felix. I'm just tired of all this. you want to beak up and i said yes."

he just said, "I'm sorry,"

he hated it, that was all he had to offer you, and it showed on his face. sit in the chair next to him, you both need some good communication privacy right now. "but i have plenty of time to cry, okay?

"it's not like i'm accepting it or being negative or anything... and"

"grieving?"

his eyes search yours for a moment, the realization making him gasp and his eyebrows raise, making him look younger and more innocent.

looking forward to it.

"yeah, i mean.." pressing your lips together.

"look at us. in the long run, this doesn't work. It's not real. i don't know how we got here."

his pupils swallowed all the blue in his eyes, and he had never looked at you with such hostility until the hair on your arms stood up. "did you just think about breaking up?"

"why are you mad at me now? what have I done? you're the one who broke up with me."

"you weren't happy at all. haven't you always been sure?"

"i was and i still am. it's just...you've changed, felix. you're not looking at me like before. i don't know if it's because of me that you've changed but i was here for you every single time. but no mister doesn't want to talk so go to the pub and come back all drunk and doesn't give a shit about me. so yeah i was confused about a time and wasn't sure."

his eyes were finally on you. he called your name, repeated it. "i'm so sorry, love. i'm so-"

"no felix. i'm tired. so please leave me alone for a time and let's talk an other time."

there was a blank of 2 minutes. as you wanted to say another word,

"i understand."

[robobarbie]

Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!

[emphistic]

If it’s okay with you, can I request modern day Sukuna comforting an overwhelmed reader who’s so stressed to the point of crying?

a/n: i, personally, am really bad at comforting others so i did a little self-projecting lmao — also, apologies to anyone who drowns in my sea of commas

You down the rest of your energy drink before rubbing your eyes and checking the time on your phone. 10:47pm, you sighed.

This was going to be the third time in a row that you pull an all-nighter. But it was okay. Albeit thousands deep in student debt, after you get financially stable it would be okay. When you're able to sleep without worrying about loans, it would be okay. When you're able to think without another assignment getting in the way, it would be okay. When you're able to have a relaxing night to yourself, it would be okay. When the eyebags finally decide to go away, it would be okay.

It would be okay. It would be . . . okay.

Okay?

Just okay?

You didn't need 'okay'.

Completely and utterly exasperated, you didn't even notice the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks. Quickly, you moved to wipe them away with your sleeve.

You didn't need 'okay'. You needed . . .

A hand — which you figured to be belonging to your pink-haired boyfriend, Sukuna — swiftly pushed the lid of your laptop down. "You need to learn how to take a break. Relax, kid. You haven't come to bed in days, much less: slept, even." I miss you, he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to.

"Heyy, I was using that. Sukunaaa," you turned to look at the man, jutting your bottom lip out into a pout.

"You should be thanking me, actually. You've been practically living off caffeine," Sukuna gingerly grabbed you be the arm and peeled you off of your chair.

"You stink, by the way," Sukuna remarked.

"I'm busy, 'Kuna. I have to get back to my work, the due date is—"

"Do you ever stop talking?" Sukuna guided — more like dragged — you to your shared bedroom, and then into your bathroom, forcing you to sit on the tiled floor whilst he drew you a bath.

Your head, and the rest of your body, leaned against the tub; your eyes kept threatening to close, but you didn't let them. Instead choosing to continue staring at Sukuna's bare back and his unruly bed-hair.

He must've awoken and climbed out of bed just to come fetch you. Your heart fluttered at the thought, but you pushed it aside, thinking it too unrealistic.

Unbeknownst to you, you were actually wrong — maybe not in the way you imagined, though. He didn't wake up to fetch you because. . . He was never sleeping in the first place. The absence of you in his arms had kept him awake, staring at the desolate ceiling, tossing and turning — until he couldn't take it anymore, which leads you here: to present time.

Sukuna stopped the flow of the water, breaking you out of your thoughts; he turned towards you and squatted down to help you remove all your clothes.

He slowly lifted you into his arms and placed you into the bathtub, before moving to step out of his sweats.

To this, you raised a brow. "Huh? What are you doing?"

"You're not the only one in the house who needs to regularly bathe, duh."

Sukuna entered the tub behind you, pulling your back to his chest. You attempted to start washing yourself but Sukuna grabbed your wrist, kissing your knuckles, adding, "Let me take care of you. Just sit still and look pretty f'me."

The amount of tenderness and compassion that Sukuna used while washing you made you hum in content. While the sloshing and splashing of the water nearly lulled you to sleep — (assignments successfully long forgotten).

When you stepped out of the tub, Sukuna had to hold on to your waist just to wrap your towel around your middle, as you continued to sway in your exhaustion. Your legs could barely hold you up. And that didn't change a bit whilst the pink-haired man also helped brush your teeth.

It did help that Sukuna had forced you to lay down while he massaged you, though. He got on his knees and massaged and rubbed your feet, your back, and the rest of your sore spots.

Sukuna had never gotten on his knees for anyone — excluding carnal activities — but he would do it for you in a heartbeat. So he did. He got on his knees, for you.

Moments later, he rolled you onto your back before crawling into bed next to you. You immediately curled into his side, his arm going to wrap around your waist.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing in the scent of your lemony shampoo and whispering into your hair, "Go to sleep."

"Noo," you snuggled impossibly closer to his chest, seeking his warmth — which you obviously received.

"Idiot. Your body is practically crying out to you at this point. If you don't close your eyes, I'm going to give you a reason to." Sukuna used his middle and index finger to push your eyelids shut. You relented, quickly entering slumber land, and dreamt.

When you woke, your pink-haired hunk of a boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Seeing your chance, you immediately stretched, yawned, and hurried over to and opened your laptop. Planning to continue where you had left off, only to find that all of your assignments had already been done: written and submitted.

Riiiight, Sukuna was not only handsome, but he was also freakishly smart. Silly you, must've forgotten.

A/N: i usually write sukuna as being a dumb, typical bad boy, but lets switch things up just this once (maybe)

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @lich1 @hannas16 @acroso

[mariinaworld]

It was supposed to be her Part.2

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warning: fluff/angst

WC: +1,4

(English is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes)

A/n: Sorry this took a long time to come out😩

Summary: You realize you can't get married, not while you're still in love with your ex, Natasha Romanoff.

Masterlist Part.1

Don't you know how long you've been sitting at your kitchen counter, an hour? No, maybe two. To say that meeting with Natasha didn't move you would be a lie.

You can't stop thinking about the redhead, every moment, the kisses, the heated nights full of desires. Desires that were thrown away by her. She didn't care about her feelings when it was over with everything, so why do you feel so uncomfortable with your words that night?

Maybe it's because you wanted to say that you still loved her, that you still thought about her every time you were with your fiancé. That you still wanted her and damn, you get real.

You can't get married. Not with him.

Ryan has always been a caring man, he has always been respectful and kind, maybe something about him made you settle into stable love, but you don't love him, not like you love Natasha.

Canceling a wedding with just three days left seems crazy, but his story with the redhead has never been relatively normal.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on your door, for a second you imagine Natasha on the other side, waiting for you, but your expectations are broken by the voice of the only person that you didn't want to find now.

Ryan.

“Baby? Please open the door, I know you're home." Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you know you need to face it, Ryan is a good man and doesn't deserve to be with someone who loves someone else.

You take heavy steps towards the door, just wanting time to stop.When you open the door you look at him determined to put an end to it, Ryan deserved more and you couldn't give him that.

When he moves forward to give you a kiss you instantly turn your face away, he frowns, clearly confused, again he moves forward wanting to enter your apartment But again you stop him, there's no point in dragging this out, you don't want to give him any ray of hope, no matter how much it hurts you, you need to make him understand that there's no going back.

“What happened darling?" He asks, clearly upset and all you can do is hang your head, your eyes are burning and all you want is to cry.

“I can't go on with this" you say, still with your head down, a few lonely tears coming out of your eyes. "What?" Ryan asks confused.

“I said I can't go on with this. I can't go on with you" you say finally raising your head and looking at him. “Why?" That's all he asks I can see his disappointed look and I feel worse knowing it's because of me. "I don't love you, you deserve more than someone who doesn't love you.” You say trying to sound sure of your words but the tears falling down your cheeks don't help.

He just shakes his head, his eyes full of tears, something inside him always knew that you didn't love him, but he needed to clear up a doubt. "There's someone, right?" You look at him with pity and after a few seconds you shake your head positively, you don't trust your voice to say anything else.

And with that Ryan leaves you alone at that door, the weight of everything hits you again, there will be no wedding, you lost a great friend and everything for Natasha, but everything was always for her.

You enter your apartment again, planning to cry for the next three days and drown in the consequences of your terrible life decisions.

As planned, you spent three days regretting your life and your bad decisions, Wanda even came wanting to help you and make you cheer up but she couldn't.

Now you're sitting on your bed, with a tub of ice cream on your lap watching La La Land in a sweatshirt that's too big for you, but it was Natasha's so that's what you needed to wear.

You've often thought about calling the redhead, saying you're not going to get married and giving her another chance, but you've always been a coward, you just hope that fate will somehow resolve this for you.

You hear a knock on the front door and you ignore it thinking that if it's Wanda she'll probably open it herself, but the knocking started to get more frantic and you could kill Wanda for making you interrupt your movie.

You walk to the front door wearing shorts that are too small for you and a sweatshirt that Natasha left behind.

“Wanda, can't you open the door by yourself?" You say, opening the door and coming face to face with someone who wasn't the witch.

Natasha.

You are speechless, the redhead is standing in front of you with her chest rising and falling frantically as if she had run here, she looked beautiful, with black pants, a leather jacket, her hair tied into a braid, she looked as beautiful as the first time you two saw each other.

Before you could say anything the redhead immediately grabs you in a hug, she wraps her arms around your waist and hides her face in the crook of your neck, everything she does leaves you completely unresponsive, until you wrap your arms around her trying to give her some comfort, you could never deny her that. After a few minutes Natasha decides to speak

“You can't marry him, I know I'm the one who ended everything and I can't ask that of you, but I still love you and I can make you happy" You freeze, you didn't expect that, You broke up with Ryan for her and now you can't say anything?

The words disappear from your mouth and every second of silence kills Natasha's hopes, she came to you with one hope, that you still love her and give her another chance, That saying in the coffee shop made her realize that there was no way she would see you marrying someone else, it would kill her inside and she would have to fight for you, for your love again

And that's why she came to your door, a last attempt to make you give up everything for her, it may be a selfish desire on her part but she can't help it, nothing in your relationship with her it was normal.

Natasha realizes that maybe your silence is already an answer, that you are really going to get married and she was too late. Natasha slowly frees herself from you, already accepting defeat. Until you finally react and do the one thing you've been thinking about since you ran into her at the coffee shop.

A kiss.

You quickly grab the redhead's face and kisses you, a kiss full of longing and all the unspoken feelings for you. It takes Natasha a few seconds to return the kiss and when she does, it's as if the entire universe stops around you. Natasha deepens the kiss, running her tongue along your lower lip asking for passage, and all you do is melt in her arms like you did on so many nights of love with her.

When air became necessary, Natasha breaks the kiss but her hands are still wrapped around you, you don't say anything, you just look at each other and start laughing, there was nothing so funny, but something how familiar the kiss was, as if you had only been two hours without seeing each other and everything seemed as if nothing had happened between the two of you.

“I think I ruined your wedding" Natasha says still laughing at you. You just shake your head and put your hands on the back of the redhead's head, playing with her hair, the familiarity of it all making you let out a weak laugh.

“She's already ruined, I'm not getting married Nat, that night made me realize that all this wouldn't make sense if it weren't for you, I could never marry someone other than you." You say, feeling Natasha becoming more and more emotional

“I shouldn't have left that night without telling you I loved you, I let you go and now you could be married to someone else, I wouldn't stand for that Detka.” The redhead says hugging you again

“Let's try again Nat, no lies, let's make it work this time ok?" Natasha immediately shakes her head, she would do anything for you.

“I love you Detka, I don't want to lose you again." Natasha says looking into her eyes and you can see she is about to cry.

“You'll never lose me Nat, it's always been you.”

[pinkthrone445]

~TAXI DRIVER~ (Smut)

Happy holidays yall! Here's Smutanta to make your horny wishes come true. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing:Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings:of course. Mention of cheating, explicit sex, oral, fingering, thighs riding.

Gender: Smut with plot.

Summary:Your wife was cheating on you and your life was miserable, you never thought you would find what you needed when at 3 in the morning a blonde stopped your taxi to take her home.

(If anyone who speaks Spanish knows what song I got this idea from, I love you)

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Another night, another long and tedious night driving your car, just a few trips in the whole day, you had barely made a few bucks. You always imagined that your life would be different, a better job, a well-formed family and a healthy, stable relationship with a faithful wife. But no, instead you were driving your taxi, at 2:40 at night, your wife was surely with someone else in a bar, with her back against a wall or against a person. In your glove compartment where papers from lawyers processing your divorce, wanting to get away from you the little you had earned in your life, wanting to take everything away from you to give it to her, to your wife, using your 'emotional neglect' as an excuse to justify the times she had cheated on you. Your hands clenched the steering wheel angrily, your knuckles turned white and you started clenching your jaw, you had so much tension in your body, you just needed a moment of peace, laughter and quiet, a moment to clear your head with someone, with a friend or something, you would if it weren't for your friends siding with her when you told them she had cheated on you, saying that it was to be expected because she was too much for you and that you hadn't taken care of her as you should.

So deep in thought were you that you barely noticed the woman waving you to stop your car, if it weren't for the fact that she was a tall, flashy woman, you might not have seen her.

She was a tall, pale and beautiful blonde, wearing a rather short sequined dress with a neckline in the back that reached very close to glory it self. The woman got into your car sighing angrily as she settled into the back seat, a black tear with mascara rolling down her cheek, at the same time the rearview mirror invited you to look at her calves, although you could and saw a little more than that.

It was 3 o'clock at night while you were zigzagging through the streets of the town following her instructions, her voice was deep and intoxicating, she told you that her name was Larissa while crossing her legs and taking out of her bag a strange cigarette, one of those that make you laugh, you offered her fire in a hurry while your hand trembled a little. You usually didn't let people smoke in your car, but you couldn't say no to that woman, especially as you watched as her lips delicately wrapped around the cigarette and her long fingers held it firmly as she took a good puff.

After taking a bit of courage, you decided to start a conversation with the intimidating woman

-"May I ask why are you crying?" - you whispered looking at her in the rearview mirror

-"Because of an idiot guy, who thinks that because he is rich he can come and cheat on me with another woman"-She spat with hatred in her voice and you laughed at the familiarity of the situation

-"Don't be sad because of that, count with my help if you're looking for revenge"-You answered and she smiled at you, even her smile was perfect, her red and seductive lips giving you a perfect smile. What were you trying to do? What does a taxi driver do trying to heal a wound? What does a taxi driver do in front of a woman like her? What does a taxi driver do when they dream of sleeping with their passenger? You started to wonder, it seems like you were deep in your thoughts for a long time, because she started talking again

-"I saw him hugging and kissing a younger girl, he was all over her and she was all over him and his wallet" -she continued telling you as you watched her intensely in the mirror. You should be thankful that the streets were quite empty, because otherwise you would have already bumped into someone because of how little attention you were paying to the street, very intoxicated watching the blonde speak. She would smile at you in the mirror and sit on her side giving you a great view of her long legs, you were dumbed down with the mirror a little foggy-"Turn in the corner, we'll go to my house, after a couple of tequilas we'll see what happens about your revenge offer"- she said in a seductive voice and without thinking for a second, you did as she asked.

Her house was immense, it stood out among the buildings of the city, its great gates gave way to an earthly paradise. Upon entering, a large carpet and a beautiful fireplace caught your eye, the house was comfortably warm, very welcome after having been all night in the cold of winter.

The blonde removed her expensive coat very gracefully and hung it in the closet at the entrance, carefully she stood behind you removing your jacket from your shoulders. A shiver ran through your body as you felt her hands on your body, you had been very distracted looking at the house that you hadn't noticed when she approached.

With one of her long fingers, she ran along the contour of your jaw and then walked into the dining room, making you follow her without saying a word. You looked like a street dog that would unconditionally follow anyone who gave her affection, it was as if she had a magnetic field of her own and you couldn't help but feel the attraction and follow her wherever she was. The blonde prepared two delicate glasses of an expensive whiskey with some ice and handed you one smiling and then went to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace. No doubt the woman was surprised when instead of sitting next to her, you sat on the carpet on your legs, right in front of her, at her feet. She caressed your cheek again, pleased by your actions, her gaze was intense and penetrating, while all you could do was watch her with puppy dog eyes, overwhelmed to hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

The woman emptied her glass in one gulp, a couple of drops escaped from the side of her mouth and fell down the neckline of her dress, carefully you leaned on your knees to be at her level and licked the path that the liquor had made, a mixture of liquor and the intoxicating aroma of her mixed on your taste buds, when you reached the valley of her breasts, you gave her a little bite, earning a choked moan from her. Larissa took your hair in her hand and pulled it a little making you look into her eyes, burning you again with her intense gaze

-"Strip, now"-She commanded you with her voice thicker than moments before, her eyes were also darker than the first time you saw her. You started to take off your clothes quickly, but she grunted in disapproval-"Slow, put on a show for me sweetheart"-She smiled seeing the surprise in your eyes, without a doubt she was taking the reins of the moment and that pleased her. Slowly you removed your shoes, continued with your blouse, undoing the buttons one by one without taking your eyes off her. When you dropped the garment to the floor, her gaze focused on your chest and abdomen, Licking her lips, she ordered you to take off your pants, which you did as well. When you where in your underwear alone, she made you kneel again at her feet on the soft carpet. Under your intense gaze, she wrinkled her dress at her waist ,smiling as you sighed at the sight of her legs-"Go ahead Doll... Eat"

When she gave you permission, you got closer to her and stood between her legs smiling and kissing her knee and thighs, grabbed one of her long legs and put it on your shoulder making her keep them apart, you gave small bites to her thighs, followed by your tongue and soft kisses. The blonde moved restlessly under your kisses, even more so when your kisses climbed closer to where she needed you most. The scent of her skin was intoxicating and addictive, you could spend hours kissing her soft, flawless skin. Her legs were so white that they almost looked transparent, some veins standing out on her velvety skin, a void canvas that needed more decoration . You couldn't help your impulses and made her a hickey that stood out a lot on her thighs, very close to her crotch. The blonde let out a little scream and pulled your hair again, making you look at her

-"Behave... Ask permission next time or you won't like what will happen next..."-Her teeth were clenched almost as much as her grip on your hair, after a few seconds she let go of you and you took her underwear with your teeth, taking it off little by little, she helped you by lifting her hips so you could remove it completely. A thread of her desire stretched from her crotch to her underwear making you salivate. When you took them off completely, you were left admiring how wet she was, no doubt you were doing something right that she liked very much. You took a second to admire her features, her chest rising with need and desire, agitated and restless, her nipples standing pressed against the fabric of her dress, the veins on her neck stood out against her skin as they did on her thighs, her hair a little messy compared to how combed it had been as soon as you met her. When she connected her gaze with yours, you gave a long lick starting from her entrance to her clit, her head immediately tilted back letting out a deep moan, moan that built up desire between your legs too. Gently you began to make your tongue dance on her clitoris, and then went down to her entrance and back up to repeat the process, the blonde's legs were shaking, specially the one on your shoulder. When you gave a strong suction against her button, the woman raised her hips against your mouth to get closer to you, taking advantage, you put your hands on her ass, squeezing her buttocks and sticking her closer to you, devouring her with more desire and less restriction and control. Her moans became louder and erratic, as did your movements against her.

-"That's it, that's right doll, don't stop... Faster"-She murmured between moans and grunts, your tongue found her entrance and very easily settled inside her, while your nose pressed against her clit. You couldn't breathe much between her legs, but at that moment your survival wasn't as essential as it was to see her come undone on your face. The blonde's hands found your head making you stick impossibly closer to her. In desperation you moved your tongue faster, with less and less air in your lungs but more force in your tongue and movements. Larissa began to spasm over your face, in a particular pressure with your nose against her button, the blonde let out a loud moan coming over your face, soaking your chin and neck. She had such a rich taste that it was addictive, and although her body was still shaking against you and sensitive, you couldn't stop your movements, not even when your lungs were screaming for air and you were feeling a little dizzy, you wanted to stay there cleaning her with your tongue. But apparently it was a lot for the woman who had been begging you to stop, but with your head pressed between her thighs you weren't listening. It wasn't until, with the leg that was on your shoulder, she pushed you backwards, causing you to fall back sitting on the carpet. You finally took a breath of air that you desperately needed, a little dazed from the shortness of breath and from being glued to her for so long, you looked at the woman who still had her legs spread in front of you. Larissa was looking at you gawking too, not only had you given her an incredible orgasm, but seeing you in your underwear, with your chin and chest stained with her juices and your dazed face looking at her, made her feel desperate too.

-"Come here"-she said still out of breath and helped you up from the carpet, making you sit on one of her thighs. She gently caressed your jaw and started kissing there, making you feel restless, the blonde gave small bites on your jaw and lips, but without kissing you, a soft moan left her lips when she tested herself on your mouth-"You did a good job, you look beautiful with my juices all over you" - she whispered over you and finally kissed you. A kiss that started slowly, but when she began to bite your lip you began to lose the little control you had, a moan came out of your mouth and she took the opportunity to stick her tongue in you, while one of her hands caressed your waist and slowly went up to caress one of your breasts. Without noticing you started moving your hips on her leg, which made her laugh as she saw and felt how desperate you were for her, even though you had your underwear, you were soaking her leg. With incredible speed and dexterity, the blonde took advantage when you raised your hips, to put her hand underneath your core. With one of her fingers she ran your underwear to the side, making the most pronounced part of her palm press against your most sensitive part, while her fingers brushed against your entrance, torturing you but not putting them in

-"You're soaking wet and I've barely kissed you, do you find so much pleasure licking my pussy?"-She whispered over your lips and you nodded, but she gripped your jaw tightly making you look into her eyes and you gasped for her strength-"Talk, use your big girl words"-She said in a raspy voice

-"Yes... Eating you out makes me fucking wet, I could live licking your pussy and making you moan my name all my life"-you whimper against her lips and tried to kiss her again but she didn't let you

-"Very good baby, but I don't remember moaning your name..."-She smiled arrogantly

-"There's still time" - You responded arrogantly, but your smile turned to a moan when she stuck two fingers into you and kissed you passionately. Desperately you began to move your hips over her hand, especially brushing your crotch against her palm and moaning over her lips. The blonde pinched your nipples and twisted her fingers inside you-"Please, faster, almost there..." - You answered

-"Beg.. Say my name..."-she whispered and bite your neck. A tear escaped your eye and you moved desperately over her hand, but she withdrew it from between your leg

-"No... No please, don't be mean..."-You opened your eyes looking at her desperately

-"This it's me being nice... I say... Beg and say my name"-She bit your shoulder marking it

-"Please Larissa... Please make me cum"-you begged and she smiled, sticking her fingers back into you and massaging your clit with her thumb, the blonde watched as you desperately moved your hips on her, letting out moans and nonsense, begging her to let you climax

-"Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make, I bet it's been a long time since someone have stretched you like this, that beautiful tight pussy taking my fingers so well"-Larissa bit your neck and one of your breasts, still massaging your clit and moving her fingers inside you. A choked moan left your lips as you began to spasm, finally reaching what you had longed for, wetting the blonde's hand and thigh with your juices. She continued with her movements a little longer, making your orgasm last a little more. Exhausted, you dropped your head on her chest, breathing heavily. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you and licked them letting out a happy moan-"You taste so well... Are you all right sweetheart?" - she asked, and you nodded with your eyes closed.

After a few minutes,the two of you were lying on the couch, you delicately drew meaningless shapes on her chest and abdomen, going over the moles and freckles that where there with your fingertips, while she looked at you curiously. After everything you had done, you now looked much more relaxed and calm and so did she

-"What are you thinking?" - she whispered, looking at you curiously

-"That you didn't deserve any of that, of what happened to you... You're not alone in this, I suffer too, although I know it's not exactly the same... My wife and my schedule have opened a gap in my life and she cheated on me too. It's funny how we suffer on both sides of the social classes, no matter how much money we have or how different our lives are, we were both cheated... You suffer here in your mansion and I suffer in my humble apartment"-You responded by speaking without thinking or holding back much. The blonde stood up carefully while you watched her still sitting on the couch

-"Come with me, I want him to know I'm not alone, I want him to know what we did tonight" - she replied, stretching out her hand to help you stood up, thing that you did. After getting dressed again, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and you drove to the bar she had told you to, where this men was, the man who had dared to cheat on such a beautiful woman.

As the two of you entered the bar, her hand rested on your waist possessively guiding you through the crowd. When you saw her husband, he was hugging a woman, woman you instantly recognized. You laughed thinking about it, whether destiny was big or that city was very small, when you realized that the woman he was hugging was your wife.

Who would have thought that from that night on, her boyfriend and you wife, play to cheat on you two seeing each other in the same bar, while the tall blonde always stops your taxi at 3am in the same spot every night.

[triasticalwarlock]

Little au thing in blood lust I made up

P.S-I am not the creator of this story. It is written by Babygrillbree on ao3 and quotev. Again, I am not taking any ownership over this story. This is just something I made up. Go check out their work, I recommend it.

I didn't include the Vees in this, sorry not sorry.

So, now that that's out of the way. You guy's know how Adam died by nifty's blade? What if instead of Adam, y/n tuke the hit.

Nifty didn't mean or even want to kill you, you jumped in front of the blade when you where getting out from under the ruble of the destroyed hotel. And you saw nifty going in for the kill, you reacted on impulse, flying your way over to where the two where and you slid in the small space between nifty and Adam, causing nifty to stab you in the chest instead (the reason they got stabbed in the chest and not the stomach is because of the big size difference between y/n and Adam, nifty would have to be fully raising her arms to get to Adams stomach). And that's when shut hit the fan.

When Adam felt the weight of something on his back, he got even more pissed off. Who the fuck would touch him at a time like this?! But when he turned around, the angered scowl in his faced turned to one of horror, immediately recognizing the ears and wings, it was you. All he could do was stand there, frozen. Until he wasn't, quickly dropping to his knees he screams in absolute horror. Gaining the attention of the gang and lute.

Lute screams the way she did when Adam died in the original, but some how able to fit even more pain and horror into it. She throws the crying nifty away from your body, which was being cuddled into Adam. But even when lute tries to get close, Adam shakes his head at her, shielding you more, now wrapping his slightly trembling wings around your corpse. All she can do is sit there with a look of shock and anger.

Mean while, the gang isn't doing any better. Angel had colopsed on the floor, sobbing and wailing. Husk wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to soothe him, but he couldn't really do that when he wasn't very stable either. Crying as well, struggling to keep his inner turmoil to himself. Charlie was in a similar state, the only difference being her full demon form appearing again. Vaggie crying along with her, though she didn't move, not knowing how to process the situation happening in front of her at the moment. Though instead of sadness, she is filled with anger. And Lucifer, oh deer god. Times what you're imagining by 100. Because it's not even close. He would've came over to Adam and lute to retrieve your body if it wasn't for the fact his anger immobilized him, his body and wings trembling tremendously as memories flash through his mind; those stupid but adorable pranks you pulled on him, when he always cooked with you, when he could cuddle you, when he could feel you, when you where still alive. It's a shame alastor wasn't there, but he'll find out soon enough.

With a angered filled gaze, Adam picks you up. Calling to the exercise that the extermination was over, flapping his wings with you in his arms as he flys to the portal, lust not far behind. This snaps the gang out of their trance, looking out in despair as Adam disappears with your corpse from their sight.

Once their in heaven, Adam quickly runs to his bed, setting you down. He looks over at you, some where in the back of his head, he knew you weren't coming back. But he had a little bit of hope, walking out of the room, but not before taking a glance at you, and walking off.

Little did any of them know, Sir Penctious wasn't the only one getting a second chance.

Note- good lord I am not okay.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

El Tango De Geralt ~Geralt x Reader angst~

Another song fic for Geralt? Yes of course. "But Mimi nobody asked for this" you say. Doesn't matter, it's giving me brain rot until I produce it. Yes I am into musicals and that's how i keep coming up with these. You're welcome. If you know Moulin Rouge, I would imagine those settings and characters for this one.

That damn woman. Every time she shows up, she ruins everything.That absolute hag. You hated that damn witch. Yennefer of Vengerberg. You didn't see her often but when she did happen to be in the same town as you, it was like you no longer existed to Geralt. You didn't know what hold she had over him but it really pissed you off. Geralt was finally back in town to see you but when she showed up, it was like you were invisible.

You knew something was up when Jaskier came to see you, looking for his witcher companion. You were finishing up the rehearsals on a sensual piece for your cabaret group. You were one of the lead performers at the large burlesque establishment and were well known throughout the country.

You hadn't seen Geralt all morning. You figured he'd wanted to rest after riding all afternoon the day before and then spending that night with you, showing you just how much he had missed you. Setting off in search for him, Jaskier not far behind, you paused when you noticed a familiar black horse tied up at the stables across the road. "Jaskier...that's not her horse, is it?" Jaskier followed your gaze and sighed heavily. "Unfortunately yes..she arrived this morning I believe. That's why I've been trying to find Geralt. I want to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Jaskier admitted.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you took off running towards your quarters, praying Geralt was still there. Dread filled you when you found your room empty. You took off again, Jaskier calling out for you when he couldn't keep up. You ignored him and headed back in the direction of your cabaret. Suddenly a familiar smell reached your nose. Lilac and gooseberries...her fucking perfume. You followed the smell until you came to the local baths. You prayed even harder as you searched the building for Geralt. Surely, if he was in here, she would be also.

You rounded a corner and came to a full stop. Your eyes widened in horror as you took in the sight in front of you. Geralt was in one of the large pools...but so was she. Her naked chest was pressed to his, her face inches from his. He made no moves to push her away as her hands ran down his chest. Her lips brushed against his, causing you to let out a choked cry of anger. "Geralt?!" You exclaimed, fury filling you. Geralt seemed to snap out of his trace at the sound of your voice. Surprise made its way onto his face and he moved Yennefer away from him. "Y/N-" he started. But you refused to let him finish. You whirled around just as Jaskier caught up to you. "Ah, finally caught you. Did you find-oh..." He stopped as he took in your anger-filled face and Geralt naked with Yennefer in the background. You pushed past Jaskier, tears stinging your eyes as you ran back to your cabaret.

You made your way inside and immediately were comforted by your dancers. They knew as soon as they saw you what was wrong. "It's okay, honey. He doesn't deserve your tears." One of them, Isa, called over to the men who guarded the doors. "Don't let no Witcher in until Y/N says it's okay." She rubbed your shoulders as you cried. Another one of your girls spoke up. "Listen sweetie, you deserve better. You show that bastard what he's missing and then drop him. He wants some other skank, she can have him. You don't need this."

Wiping your eyes, you realized they were right. Besides, you had a performance tonight and couldn't let this ruin the show. You took a few minutes to calm down and relax and then had everyone prepare for the performance.

As you and the girls were getting ready you heard commotion at the front. As you went out to see what was wrong, Frenchie, one of your male leads, stopped you. "It's him sweetie, he's causin' trouble cause they won't let him in to see you. I don't think you should go out there alone." You smiled softly at him and patted his arm. "Thank you, Frenchie. I'll be alright. I can handle him." You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and continued out. You saw one of your guards wiping his bloody lip, three more struggling to hold Geralt. "It's alright, boys. You can let him go." You said, staring coldly at him. He ripped his arms free from their grip and made his way over to you. "Y/N, please let me explain." You held up your hand to stop him. "You have nothing to say to me, Geralt. Clearly you've made your choice. Now, I have a performance to get ready for. I'm sure you and your witch have other things to do." You snapped. Your heart ached to be this cruel to him but you wanted to get over him. You turned back to your guards. "If the Witcher would like to see the performance tonight, he is allowed to enter." "Yes ma'am." They answered.

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Looking out of the curtains you saw Geralt in the audience. You sighed, knowing this performance was as good as a goodbye to him. You wanted him to know how much he hurt you and this was going to do just that. The soft guitar played as the dancers moved to their places. As the violins chimed in and the tango began, you made your way onto the stage. Frenchie was singing his part in his signature growl. You met Geralt's golden eyes briefly before taking a breath and beginning your part.

Her eyes upon your face

Her hand upon your hand

Her lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand

The dancers moved and swayed around you. The audience was staring at you intently, deeply invested in the story you were telling.

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight

Geralt watched you, realization and guilt forming on his face as it dawned on him that this performance was about him. You stared hard into his eyes as you sang out your words.

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please, believe me when I say I love you

The dancers whirled around you as the music sped up. You held Geralt's gaze the entire time. The fire from the lamps lighting the stage danced in your eyes. You felt the heat from your anger rise in you. Tears fell down your face, your teeth clenched tight. Your hands balled into fists as you belted out.

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please, believe me when I say I love you

Your choir sang out their anguished cries of your chorus, cementing the anger and hurt of both you and your character. Geralt's eyes never left your face as the music intensified and the chorus cried out the ending of the song.

The audience stood as they erupted into applause. The only one who didn't move was Geralt. You glared coldly at him, tears falling steadily now, before whirling around and disappearing from the stage. You knew he would try to follow you, but you just couldn't....

You never wanted to see him or that damn witch again.

[brittscafe]

just having a bit of a horny thoughts now and…

just imagine Kensei, who is so big and strong, just a perfect example of hard work and dedication to everything always a level headed person…loosing his cool after he saw human!f!reader with her cousins she babysits time to time…it’s just…hes in awe in her motherly ways with them but she always says it’s just a obligation and she’s just taking care of them…if you know what i mean, he’s definitely having some future plans on his mind for future 🙈

AHHH OMFGGG I LOVE THISSS! <3

Kensei is currently in the world of the living after being sent out on a mission with his squad and when he's got free time, he decides to visit you from time to time.

He leans against the wall, a wide smile growing across his face as he watches you taking care of your cousins.

You're sitting on the ground in the living room, giggling and watching over the two children playing.

"You know, you didn't have to come all the way over here," you speak up, glancing over at Kensei.

"No, it's fine. I really don't mind," Kensei reassures you, the smile never leaving his face.

Kensei starts to notice the bulge growing in his pants and he clears his throat. Your giggle fills the room and Kensei's cock grows harder inside of his boxers.

He quickly shifts his weight and clears his throat. "I just got a call for a mission," he speaks up and you glance over at him.

"Oh ok, be careful," you smile warmly and he nods his head before excusing himself from your house.

Kensei had to get out of there or he wasn't going to be able to keep his hands to himself.

Kensei steps into the shower and into the hot water. It trickles down his bare skin and soaks his hair. His wet silver hair sticks to his forehead and his mind starts to fill with impure thoughts of you.

His cock starts to grow hard and he bites down on his bottom lip.

The water pelts down on his skin and his hand travels down to the base of his cock. He wraps his fingers around the base and slowly strokes it.

He closes his eyes, his breath shuddering as his mind fills with dirt thoughts of you. He knows you'd be the best mom ever and he would enjoy every second of trying to make you one.

The way he would absolutely pound into your hips, driving his cock deep inside of you and hearing you scream his name. Imagining things like this, only made Kensei's stomach grow hotter.

Kensei doesn't even notice how hard he's pumping his length in his hand. His cock aches for you, to be stuffed inside of your wet pussy.

He stables his hand on the wall of the shower, leaning his head down and his silver hair falling down into his face. Heavy, hot breaths leave Kensei's lips and a knot forms in between his eyebrows.

He would love to hear his skin slapping against yours, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, his hot cum filling up and oozing out of your stuffed cunt; breeding you endlessly as you cry and moan for more.

Kensei's fingerpads squeeze the tip of his cock and his mouth gapes open, a moan leaving his lips. He rubs circles on the mushroom tip with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

stroke.

The precum is already dripping out from Kensei's tip.

Hips ramming into yours, your thighs trembling as your moans fill the room, your tight walls squeezing his cock endlessly, and your juices squirting all over his cock.

stroke.

His hand is practically fisting his cock, soft groans and breaths leaving his lips. His cock twitches in his hand and his big, meaty thighs slightly tremble.

"O-oh, fuck," he breaths out, cum shooting out from the mushroom head of his cock. It sprays the shower walls and he groans heavily, eyebrows furrowing together.

He strokes his cock a few more times, squeezing every drop of cum out. Kensei pants heavily and lowers his head, cheeks red and flushed.

[kyeomyun]

As The Sun Dies, So Do We

pairings: husband!joshua x gn!reader

genre: angst, apocalyptic(?), hurt, end of the world type deal

warnings: alcohol consumption, major character death(s) (not really specified), you might cry?

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: you both watched as the world took its final breathes, sharing your last few minutes before this love became just a memory.

s.n.: this story is technically for @stormyjisung for her birthday even though it was last month but as a overthinker, couldn't write a angsty shua story. BUT HERE WE ARE.

network(s): @preciousillusions-net @kflixnet

20 minutes...

1,200 seconds left before this world is nothing but a molting rock above. The people within just a memory and grains of dust. Signs of life ending quicker than the creator above might have predicted.

Or did he so predict this tragic faith? A faith uncontrollable yet beautiful. Just knowing that everyone else will all perish along with you and not continue living their longed life brought a sense of solace within you.

With one more push to this insanely heavy couch, you made sure it was stable before wiping away the beads of sweat from your forehead. Your hair stuck on the skin.

You sighed, breath flowing into the polluted air. Tension left from your body as you finally slacked back onto the torn cushion of your couch.

"What's with the sigh?" A voice queried you behind you. Footsteps approaching at a minimum pace but getting to the couch whatsoever.

"Nothing," You replied honestly. "Just can't believe this is all happening and that we have a front row seats of it all."

Which you did. Your couch that was once in front of your TV, in your home, broadcasting the end of everyone's chapter, was now on a hill right above the many oceans that joins together in some way.

You always pondered around the thought of how the world would look like before it became non-existent. Maybe an apocalypse made by clumsy scientist? Or the air becoming so thick that it never makes it down your lungs? Skies blossomed with grays and melchony. But you never imagined it to look like this...

So beautiful and enticing..

The sky was painted with eternal sunsets, an ambient of oranges, yellows, pinks, littered across. Clouds faceless yet expressing their sorrow of not delivering enough rain where you would beg for it. The sun was right above the horizon, it's rays swimming in the ocean below. Just beautiful..

"Mm," Was the only response you got as well as a light groan as your lover finally sat down on the couch next to you. A cracking noise was heard before your peripheral caught attention to the beers in his hands.

15 minutes..

900 seconds that you have left with your muse. 900 more seconds before his soul is not in this same place as yours, entagled.

"Here you go," your lover announced, a beer awaiting in his grasp.

You gladly accepted. You didn't know what came over you but before you knew it, you were flushing the alcohol down your system in no time. The fizz in your tongue and the burn in your throat before letting out a light hiss as it settles down in your stomach.

"I can't believe it's actually happening.." You repeated for the umpteenth time. "We are really going out like this."

"Together." He added on.

"Together.." You repeated back with caution. The alcohol finally kicking into your system.

10 minutes.

600 more seconds before "together" becomes just a wish for you both. 600 more seconds before separation becomes the ending.

"Together..." The world slipped out once more, this time a whimper as you finally pieced together the outcome of all of this. As selfish as you were thinking how everyone will have the same faith at the same time, you sunk in that he will too have that faith. Gone from you.

"My love.." He finally spoke before embracing your trembling figure into his own. Sweaty after pushing this heavy weight of a couch up an insanely steep hill but comforting. "My dear, wonderful, Y/N.." The shakiness of his voice signaled his breaking point as well but his tear stayed solid for now. Just for now.

Tears continued to stream down and soaking the both of you. Reality was too heavy to carry at this point and hearing the nicknames that you will never hear again made you realize that you really should've cherished them more.

As for Joshua, holding you this close and sinking in the intimacy being shared was almost as suffocating as the pollution. The sky still beaming down and watching one of the many couples finally realize this was truly their final night alive as the world crumbles into nothing.

5 minutes.

300 seconds to cherish each other's love, guilt storming above the both of you knowing that way more could have been given and taken.

It sucks that the end of everything is when you finally realize such beauties could have been held onto way tighter and loved in such ways. But why is that?

Why is it we feel such intense emotion we couldn't experience before risks or threats such as this?

Because we sink in that there is no going back.

There was no going back to belting out highnotes not late nights, seeing who will get the higher score at a random karaoke bar. No more cuddles in the morning with small Ted talks, no more back hugs while you chop the vegetables and your lover taking over in fear of you possibly harming yourself, no more showers together where you make little horns out of the soaked hair, no more words to be written in this book that was supposed to go on for way longer than it did.

"My precious jewel," Joshua voiced broke again, and so did his well-being. "How about I make you fresh batch of pancakes when we meet again? With whipped cream, a smiley face," He smiled through his words. He knew meeting you again was only a chance and not a guarantee. But tricking himself into such was the only thing keeping him sane.

The thought of a life without his wife was a killer alone.

"With a side of sweet coffee, just as you like." The deluled man continued with a shaking body.

1 minute.

60 more seconds before these fantasies become just ash and wishes never are granted again. 60 more seconds where this love will remain just a memory.

Joshua pulled back, big hands cupping your soggy cheeks. "How does that sound?" He asked with a bittersweet smile spreading across his face. Tears escaping at the sight of your much more heavier sobs but he didn't want to come to terms to what those tears really mean.

All you could do was nod. Words fogged in your mind.

30 more seconds.

30 more seconds before your last night ends.

Joshua gently swiped his thumb pads over the newborn tears rolling down with ease.

"May I have my goodnight kiss? I can't sleep without it." Asked Joshua, knowing the obvious answer. Yet still wanting to hear your voice.

"You know this will be our last-"

"May I have my goodnight kiss, Y/N?"

15 more seconds.

15 more seconds to accept this last wish. 15 more seconds to feel his lips pressed onto yours. 15 more seconds to see that smile that holds more words of love. Words of love that probably doesn't exist but is rather felt.

Without a second thought, you crashed your lips onto his. Tears continued their race down your faces and down to the couch below. The bittersweet in your mouths was so prominent but you needed to feel each other just one more time..

One more..

10...

He pulled away just slightly before connecting his head with yours.

9...

"Goodnight, my precious Y/N.."

8...

A sob left from you, but you managed to spill the words out before the storm crashed above you.

"Goodnight, Joshua.."

7...

"I will forever love you. No matter what form I take, what life I live, what planet I live on, you are always within me. Our love is forever embedded."

6...

"I love you too, Hong Joshua."

5...

"Sleep well, darling.."

4...

You both sat back, cuddled into each other's sides and never to be separated. Your head was tucked right beneath his chin and his hand continue their familiar dance on your back.

3...

You both saw the infamous flash of light slowly fall down from the sky, Death riding down in amazing glory as he comes to collect his most wins.

2...

You clasped Joshua hand for extra proximity. The screaming below you both blurred down to nothing as all what matters right now is the fading memories and awaiting future. The rings glowing on your hands as a painful reminder death will truly do you part.

1...

"Sleep well, Shua."

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have a good day, sweets ^^

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[joesalw]

I am tired of these Maylor theories that act like Taylor Swift wasn't completely in love with Joe at the beginning, that she did not have a great time with Tom Hiddleston, that she wasn't in love with Calvin at the start, or that she didn't long for Harry Styles for about two years and even said he would interrupt her wedding. I would bet that Taylor wasn't hoping for these men to be Matty. What it seems like is that Taylor imagined what it would be like to date Matty (why she would want to is beyond me), and then she got the opportunity to date him, but she didn't have the chance to get bored of him, so she will never have closure in that sense. I think this whole "Matty the one that got away" thing is very recent, as in the last year or so.

same i'm tired of seeing maylors trying to rewrite the history. there was even a thread on twitter on why 1989 is about matty😂.

imo sure they had a fling in 2014 but taylor was definitely in love with joe. she didn’t write reputation and lover for nothing! what actually happened is that joe didn’t fulfill her wish of getting married so she started resenting him. when jack reconnected taylor and matty in 2022, their relationship was already struggling and she opened up to matty about her insecurities about these things. so matty exploited her confessions and started love bombing her and promised all the things that joe wasn’t fulfilling (eg marriage and kids) so taylor being the loser she is, left her stable relationship for matty. he love bombed her all the way through and then suddenly dropped her out of nowhere (very much deserved) and ghosted her. also i'm not blaming this solely on matty either because taylor was also pleasuring herself while thinking about him, hence calling it a mutual phase of self destruction. all this to say taylor isn’t the victim she and her fans think she is! she made her own decisions, and now she's regretting them.

ps. she was still writing songs about joe while being with matty, she was so bothered that she arranged pap walks for her friends to publicly unfollow him one by one. she released you’re losing me. she was still crying during champagne problems. so that relationship wasn’t as deep as maylors are portraying it to be. as per her own words she took a temporary move on drug and is now dealing with the consequences

[justasimp1]

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

Angst, Jealousy, **requested: "You should do more five ones :)" @boisboysboisboys

Platter

There was no way this could be happening right now. The world could be fucking ending at your dressed like this- so promiscuous, dazzling, and entrancing... Five couldn't contain himself, he fixed his posture, taking a gulp of the harsh liquor.

He didn't like you, he couldn't like you even though his heart pounded everytime you came into view and he even thought about living in the apocalypse ruins only with you.

He was practically an old man trapped in an young body, he wasn't emotional stable neither available. Five swore you deserved better, someone who could caress your smooth skin, kiss you goodnight, and tell you how beautiful you were everyday.

Five would do all of those things till the day he dies but it just couldn't be him. He pushed your flirty comments away, ignoring your presence when you hang out with the family.

You assumed he didn't like you...at all. You even tried changing up your advances, seeing if there was a sliver of chance he could see you the way you saw him. You felt head over heel, the book type of romance, or the late at night crying love.

You decided maybe Five wasn't the one but you never lost your burning feelings for him. Attending this party, the commission was holding, with Clint was an example of you trying to shove your feelings away.

You bit your tongue, eyes seraching for an escape. "So how about after this-" "I should go get a drink, I'm a little parched" You chuckled, pulling your wrist from his grasp. "Okay" Clint nodded, his eyebrows furrowed.

You quickly walked, trying to wrap your head around some sort of emotion you might have for the male. "A Blue Lagoon please" You spoke to the bartender, not noticing Five walking beside you.

"Another one" Five muttered, his eyes trained on you. Your ears perked to the sound of his voice, your stomach cringed at the proximity. "You enjoying the party?" You reached for your cocktail.

"Eh not really my style" He smoothed out his shirt, watching you intensely as you sucked on the blue liquid. "However you seem to be enjoying this...with Clint" Five added the last part with a strong amount of venom.

You would start banter about he seemed jealous but you refrained from it. "Yeah I am. He's...unique" You tried faking a smile. To be honest, all you could imagine while being with Clint was Five, every physical trait shifting into a version of Five's.

"Huh.." Five hummed, intrigued. He has studied Clint before, average looks, average fighting, average grades, good dental records (maybe a cavity or two when he was young). Clint definitely didn't deserve to be with you who excelled at everything.

"What" You smiled, looking at his concentrated face on Clint. "He's doesn't seem like your type" "Whats my type?" "Someone who can fulfill your needs properly" Five eyes narrowed, turning back to you.

"Someone like you" You quirked, nudging his arm. Five froze for a moment, eyes locking deeply with you. "Anyone but me" His mouth moved slowly. You shook your head, squeezing the lemon slice into your drink.

You glanced at him through your eye lashes, furrowing your eye brows. "Five Hargreeves. You're everything I need" You snickered, brushing your fingers against his skin. "Don't" Five hissed but he allowed his arm to rest on the counter.

"I'm not right for you" His eyes squeezed shut. "No one seems to be" You sighed, eyes flickering to Clint who obviously found another attraction. Five clicked his tongue, bringing your gaze to him.

"Someone who deserves you will come, that's a fact" Five placed down his whiskey. He didn't mean the shitty hookups or deceiving boyfriends. A part of him even wanted to talk about himself but he knew you were made for something way better than a crippling 60 year old in a teenager's body.

You pinched your temple, blinking furiously at the burning feeling nudging your eyes. "Yeah whatever" You scoffed, setting down your drink. His eyes flickered to ground as you walked away.

A gut twisting feeling pulling at his intestines.

Masterlist

[topaz-witch-tea]

Hello! I just recently found your blog AND I LOVE EVERY POST. Absolutely adore them!

Headcanon about Yingxing's little mental breakdown in that post about Yingxing's parenting:

He tried to dismiss his breakdown saying that "it's stupid anyways"—like he's trying to defend the remaining of his ego or smth lol.

I can imagine that after Jing Yuan and Dan Feng coax him they are teasing the hell out of him for Yingxing's breakdown. But it's light-hearted ofc—

Sorry for brainrotting lol-

Hi! Aw, thank you so much!!! I really enjoy writing them!

No need to apologize I love reading people's brainrot and headcanons.

He absolutely would try to dismiss it. He's sulking the whole day at the Artisanship Commission and people start to notice and ask him what's wrong, to which he responds with "Nothing's wrong, mind your own business." Naturally, word gets around that the Furnace Master is in a bad mood so people start to leave him alone for the day. Just when he's feeling better, he sees the new Artisan whose work Yanqing is enamored with, and his mood is ruined all over again.

He goes to bed that night but instead of chatting with his husbands before calling it a day, he's just sitting in bed with his sketchbook out and going through all the weapons he's designed to see what he can improve on. Trying to find the slightest thing that could possibly sway his son's attention toward him again

*************

Jing Yuan and Dan Feng kept exchanging glances at their husband's behavior. Word had gotten to them of his somber mood in the beginning and it seemed to have only gotten worse at dinner. They did not want to bring attention to it in front of Yanqing, instead hoping they would receive a response when they were in the privacy of their own room.

However, Yingxing had curled himself on the bed, papers, and sketchbooks strewn around him. He kept muttering "Could the design on this be fixed?" "No, this is the most efficient and stable it can get at the moment." His hands started getting shakier and shakier and Jing Yuan could start to see tears start to form in his husband's eyes.

Jing Yuan reached and gently touched his husband's shoulder. "My star? Is everything all right?"

Yingxing did not look up, instead opting to shove the General away before quickly wiping his eyes. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

"My love, we know that's not true. Come on, tell us what's wrong." Dan Feng reached over, trying to collect the books and papers scattered on the bed.

"Nothing. I said I'm fine."

"Does it have something to do with Yanqing's new dagger?" Jing Yuan inquired.

Yingxing whipped his head around, his eyes angry and bloodshot and tears streaming down his face. "Well if you already know, why did you ask? Do you just enjoy digging the knife into my back?"

Both of them sat there shocked, never seeing such a violent outburst from their lover. Yingxing slammed his face into the pillow before full-on sobbing.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean anything by it. Yanqing's just a child and children love new things. He doesn't mean any harm." Jing Yuan rubbed circles into Yingxing's back, not unlike what he does with Yanqing when he's crying.

"Yes, he's still carrying your swords. I don't think he'll ever replace his main sword with anything else but one you crafted." Dan Feng gently coaxed him to turn over lest he drown/suffocate himself in a tear-soaked pillow.

"But what if this is just the beginning. It's a dagger now but soon he will replace his other weapons too? They aren't even as good as mine. What if they break or malfunction in battle? What will happen to him?"

Dan Feng reached over to cup his husband's face in his hands. "Yanqing loves you and he loves your swords. He constantly blows his allowance to get the ones you've made in the past. Swords will always be yours and Yanqing's thing. This is simply him trying something new."

"Dan Feng's right. Yanqing will return to using your daggers in a week or so. How can those new daggers possibly compare to the ones you crafted specifically for him?" Jing Yuan chimed in.

Yingxing's tears had started to dry up and he sat up again, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging it.

"Pfft!" Jing Yuan bursts into peals of laughter.

"Jing Yuan!"

"I can't help it! Yingxing looked so funny! I've never seen him so distressed before!"

"Hey! You brat! At least show me some respect, I'm grieving here." Yingxing retaliated by smacking Jing Yuan on the arm. "Besides, you're one to talk. Weren't you upset by Mimi preferring Yanqing to you?"

"Yeah, but that's old news. Mimi's also shown more preference for Yanqing than anyone one. Besides, I've never sobbed into a pillow about it."

Dan Feng poked him in his ribs, causing him to curl up. "Yeah, who knows. Maybe Yanqing will start to prefer other artisans to repair his weapons as well."

Yingxing scooted towards Jing Yuan in order to escape Dan Feng's prodding. "Don't even joke about that. Besides, I'm the only one skilled enough to repair such a weapon. Anyone else would simply damage it."

Jing Yuan laughed before wrapping his arms around Yingxing's waist and Yingxing the side of his temple. "Where'd that sad, teary-eyed old man go?"

"I'll have you know that was a moment of weakness and I am not old. You're only 7 years apart from me. If anyone is old, it's Dan Feng."

"Nonsense," the High Elder said as he flipped back his long black hair. "I'm too beautiful to be called old. Besides, I would never cry over a silly thing to start with.

Yingxing's lips curled into a smirk. "Now, I know you're lying. You cried when Yanqing refused to continue learning the spear once he was good enough at it."

"I DID- OW!" Before Dan Feng could protest, Yingxing jabbed him in the chest as payback.

***********

I hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing it.:)

Please feel free to send me more asks, I really enjoy responding to them. You're also free to message me, I love talking to new people.

[brifoxred]

Hello, average Tumblr user, I'm Brisa, and I'm here to bring you a non-sophisticated piece of writing.

Personally, I like to write, and today while I was rereading some of those short writings, I decided I wanted to share one with you.

I want to emphasize that I am using a translator because I personally do not speak or write English, and any corrections or recommendations are welcome. Thank you for your time

Hunter x fm!reader

Summary: Hunter and Y/N go through another miscarriage.

All characters are aged

Warnings: miscarriage, guilt, angst.

"So...what's going on?" Eda leaned on the island counter on her elbows, looking at Hunter.

"Pffft, What? Nothing happens" Hunter smiled fakely.

"Kid, I raised many children, I raised Y/N, King, I took care of Luz and you. Do you think I can't tell when someone lies to me? Plus...it shows in your eyes..." Eda grimaced a little and looked at Hunter waiting for a response. The grimwalker just looked at the table, sighed, took a quick look at the kitchen entrance, as Luz and the children were laughing in the living room, then he looked back at the counter and murmured in a low voice.

"It happened again." They were silent for a moment, Eda didn't understand what Hunter meant.

"The reason Y/N called you was because she was in the hospital" Hunter looked up and looked Eda in the eyes, then the truth hit her.

"Another miscarriage right?" Hunter nodded.

“Where is Y/N? Is she still in the hospital?" Eda asked worried.

"She said she wanted time alone. She...was blaming herself again." Hunter sighed heavily. "She even blamed herself for leaving before you answered the call."

"Ah...shit..." Eda looked down and then looked up at Hunter, who was looking at the counter with his fingers tangled in his hair. The old lady looked worried at the man and walked up to his side.

"Hunter, what's wrong?" Hunter shook his head and sighed, shakily.

"Nothing...nothing" The blonde ran his hands over his face and rested his fists against his mouth, biting them.

"Kiddo…" Hunter shook his head again, this time with tears in his eyes and pursing his lips.

"It's okay...tell me what's wrong..." Eda rubbed the boy's back.

"I...can't...i donno...i donno"

"Hunter, you should talk to Y/N about it, you know she would listen to you, if you te..."

"No, no, i can't...i can't tell her..." Hunter interrupted Eda, while covering his face. "I always thought about being a father, I never imagined going this far...two children, and the idea of ​​having more, I like it, but... I don't want to continue going through this. Seeing her like this, it hurts me, it hurts me every time it happens, I don't know if I can continue and now... Another one..." Hunter shook his head, crying.

"Titan, we can't continue like this, but I don't know how to avoid it either, because...if another one comes, It could survive, but It also don't... And i don't know what to do Eda, I don't know." Eda looked sadly at the brown-eyed man, she didn't know what to do either, the only thing she could think of was to offer him a hug, which Hunter accepted. Eda rubbed the blonde's back, while Hunter released the crying and pain he had kept inside him, not just the one now, no, he released the pain he had been accumulating since the first miscarriage.

The one where both, Y/N ​​and Hunter, discovered that their chances of having children were lower than those of a normal couple.

"Listen, kid, it's not okay for you to keep everything bottled up, I understand that you just want to stay stable, as support for Y/N, but you also have the right to feel, okay?" Eda tried to reason with Hunter, and he could only nod, unable to say a word.

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So...What do you think? Please let me know if you like it. I know Y/N isn't actually in it but I just wanted to share it because it's actually a scene from my oc, but that's not important.

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Ask and you shall receive. Glass, Kondraki, Clef, Bright and Iceberg with an S/O who loves to cook and bake lots of stuff cuz that's their love language and they also like to pamper the doctors a lot

thank u very much

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT LOVES BAKING AND COOKING

CHARACTERS: SIMON GLASS, KONDRAKI, ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, JULIAN ICEBERG.

DR GLASS

✴︎ Simon comes tired from work a lot, his patients are all lost cases, Clef almost shot him 'by accident' and Bright bite him.

✴︎ Imagine how he feels when he comes home and sees you with an apron and the smell of a home-cooked meal hits him in the face.

✴︎ He will shower you in praises, hugs and kisses.

✴︎ I think his love language is physical affection and words of affirmation.

✴︎ You usually cook him his breakfast, he usually has lunch at work but sometimes you even pack him some food, then he comes back home and dinner is served!

✴︎ On weekends you bake him cakes, cupcakes or anything that is sweet, Glass has a huge sweeth tooth and you have to keep him from trying to eat the mix or frosting.

✴︎ He is really thankful by all you do for him and will take you on well planned dates or have day that are all about you.

✴︎ After all, you are his world.

DR KONDRAKI

✶ Man loves you so so much, like I always say, he needs that domesticity in his life.

✶ He would text you something like 'work s stressing me out today, are you free to talk a bit?'

✶ And you will be cooking him some goodies while you both are speaking thru the phone.

✶ When he comes back home and sees you cooked for him he is going to cry, will hug you and kiss all your face and lips and god I want a boyfriend.

✶ Really grateful, feels like he owns you.

✶ If you work at the foundation you will bring him lunch and you both will eat in his office, he won't stop complenting your cooking.

✶ You are the only reason he has a stable eating time, if you didn't cook for him he would live on take out and alcohol.

✶ His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

DR ALTO CLEF

✉︎ Do not cook when this man is around, he is going to mess with it, eat the mix, or eat the butter.

✉︎ Loves it when you bake, will buy all the things you need to make a cheescake and will look at you with puppy eyes.

✉︎ Make him lunch to take to work please he can't stand the fucking shit they sell over there it's the same food every day.

✉︎ He will always come home like 'WE ARE A PLACE THAT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE GOVERMENT, WE HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO MAKE ALL THIS FUCKING WEIRD ASS CELLS BUT THEY CAN'T AFFOARD SOMETHING THAT ISN'T SALAD OR SOUP? IM NOT ASKING FOR A BOUFFET JUST ADD SOME NOODLES IN THERE IDK"

✉︎ So yeah just so he shuts up make him something.

✉︎ WILL BRAG in work about his s/o that, and i quote, "HAS SOME BUDTASTES AND UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK 05 COUNCIL SOUP IS THE BEST YOU CAN DO???"

✉︎ He is so mad about soup.

✉︎ Please please please teach him to bake (he just wants to spend time with you, will actually not learn anything and is going to mess everything up)

✉︎ His love language is gifts, he will bring you about anything that makes him think about you.

✉︎ "I found this weirdass chef plushie and I said 'my sweet crab babe is a chef to!' so i bought it."

✉︎ He calls you the weirdest nicknames known to man.

✉︎ I love writting about Clef I can make it so angsty or so fluffy.

DR BRIGHT

⚠︎ This man. He's tired, he is depressed, so when he comes home and finds out you made food for him? He just breaks, everytime.

⚠︎ He will be eating and out of nowhere will look at you, smile and start crying.

⚠︎ Has a sweet tooth too, if you bake him cupcakes he is going to melt on the spot.

⚠︎ Your food makes him feels good, like a wave of happiness just washed over him.

⚠︎ He once was looking something in his backpack and found you left him a box with a lot of cookies and he had to fight the tears.

⚠︎ Really, this guy does a lot and barely gets any recognition, his parents are shitty, his brothers are all trash expect TJ, who he wants to take out of this filthy place, so you coming in and just caring for him is so,,, so weird and makes him sad, because when you are gone, who will be there for him?

⚠︎ He'll have days when he doesn't want to see you, will lock himself in the bathroom and cry for hours. He wants you to hate him, to never want to see him again and just stop caring for him. (im not reflecting no)

⚠︎ Other days he'll just be so clingy, he's glad you are by his side and are willing to help him with his shitty life.

⚠︎ He will sneak you in the foundation so you can meet TJ, he's going to watch you two interact and will have a small smile in his face.

⚠︎ His love language is acts of service and physical affection.

⚠︎ He will do anything you need. Want him to go do grocery shopping? Done, want him to fix something that broke in the house? Done, want him to just carry you around because you are royalty? DONE.

⚠︎ Please be pacient with him, he fears death more than anything but not upon him, but upon his loved ones.

DR ICEBERG

❆ You were a one night stand at first, he still worked at the military when you two got together.

❆ He woke up and didn't find you next to him so he just assumed you went home, then the smell of bacon and coffee hit his nose and he found you there, in the kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

❆ Even before he started working at the foundation he was a little bit of an asshole, but never to you, he was warm with you.

❆ You would be making dinner and he would come up from behind and hug you, you would be too surprised because he was gone for months on some mission.

❆ Now he was cold, but never to you. He may not be too physical now but he still smiles and jokes, he has a really crude sense of humor now and he always looked ready to snap. But to you? he was still Julian, the guy that always wore combat boots even on summer.

❆ You will always bake him cookies, croissant, even a whole ass cake for him to take to work. 'You better share' you will say, he would remember that a little too late.

❆ His love language is physical affection, gifts and acts of service.

❆ Loves telling you everything that goes on on the foundation (the things he founds funny at least)

❆ You know that some guy got blown away because he threw a molotov at them and he survived, this other guy with the weird amullet got shot several times because he stole the cinnammon rolls from the 3 eyed blondie, you honestly think he does drugs sometimes.