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Niall and Liam reading and reacting to my “You stopped me from killing myself in 2011 and helped me meet my girlfriend who keeps me alive — thank you!" sign [x/x/x]
Two loud knocks thunk against the door, and Natasha sets her book aside with a groan.
“Clint, I told you I was cooking tonight. We can’t keep ordering pizza.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t.”
She rolls her eyes and gets up. He’s in the kitchen. It’s impossible to tell if he’s lying from here. She turns the knob.
“Kate?” The dark haired girl leans heavily against the frame, blood tricking between her fingers from a wound in her side. “Hey, hey, what happened?”
“I.. I think.. ”
“Clint, get the first aid kit.” Her voice is calm, but urgent, and she hears him drop something in his rush to the bathroom. “Come here, you’re okay.” Taking the younger girls weight, she maneuvers her to the couch and lays her back against the cushions. Kate looks at her with unfocused eyes.
“I think I.. oh God, there’s so much blood.”
“Don’t look at that, look at me.”
“Kate what the hell?” Clint drops down on the floor behind them, pulling out an array of supplies to set on the coffee tables. His eyes flick to the injury and he gently pries her hand away.
“Oh God,” she moans. Her hand is shaking as she tries to put it back, but Natasha grabs it.
“Look at me, Kate. You’re alright. Don’t look at Clint.”
“You’re okay, kiddo. Deep breaths. Gunna sting a little.” She clenches her eyes shut, squeezing Natasha’s hand tightly as he starts to clean the wound. “This is a knife wound. You got stabbed?”
“Old lady and.. her purse, I didn’t.. I didn’t see the third guy,” she manages, her voice trembling. “Oh fuck, what was that?”
“Language, missy,” he quips back, no heat in his voice. “Stitches. Stay still.”
“Do you even know how to do stitches?!”
“Of course I do.”
“Breathe, Kate,” Natasha reminds her. She forces a deep breath, trying not to pass out as he works the needle through her skin. “Keep looking at me.”
An eternity passes before he applies a bandage and packs up the medical supplies.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I-“
“You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“I didn’t think-“
“You’re right, you didn’t, and-“
“Clint.” Natasha’s sharp tone stops him, and his stomach drops when he realizes the young girl is crying.
“Kate, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeats, moving closer to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. “You scared me.”
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
“I know. It’s alright.”
“I’m going to make us something to eat,” Natasha decides, getting up to leave them alone. Kate wipes her eyes, staring at the ceiling for several moments while she tries to calm herself down. Finally, she looks back at Clint.
“Is she a good cook?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Maybe we should order pizza?” she offers with a shaky smile. He laughs and squeezes her shoulder, his other hand already reaching for the phone.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
this month of love, i wish love surrounds y'all in the most positive ways imaginable ‹𝟹
I hope february is filled with happiness and warmth for everyone 💗🧸
Romance Masterpost
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Date gone wrong
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Hi there :) I saw you're doing the kissing prompts, so I'd love to see Jon and Daenerys for '28. A kiss in parting', if you feel like it? 🩷
HIII and thank you for giving me an excuse to draw something that's been on my mind for a w h i l e
here's Jon and Dany for #28 from this list
oh hey that’s me
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NUMB - 06
Summary: It was hard to live on as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t lose her hands and one of her best friends in that accident. It didn’t help that her hands were everything she had and everything she was. Without them, she wasn’t sure she had any reason to breathe anymore.
Pairing: Y/N (fem) x Yoongi
Genre: Heavy angst and fluff
Warnings: deal with depression, suicidal thoughts, screaming, and difficult relationships.
~ 1200 words
“Jimin is asking if you want to come today. He says we could go to your favorite place if you’d like to.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice steady and not let his hopes up. It had really been a while since she came to one of their gatherings. However, last time she did, she had gotten angry at herself for not being able to eat her cake; her hands had not been steady enough to keep her spoon between her fingers. Yoongi had noticed the moment her eyes had gotten darker, hiding frustration and self-hatred. The waitress had commented on that detail and it had been enough for (Y/N) to send some cake to her face. They got kicked out of the café and (Y/N) fought with Seokjin in the middle. The whole thing had gone too quickly for Yoongi to intervene in time. He had wanted to take her away, ease her pain and hide her away from the world. It had been a long week after that afternoon—she had refused to meet his eyes, leaving the guys behind in the middle of a fight.
After a week of silence, he had finally heard her voice and he had wished for something other than what he heard.
“I’m sorry for embarrassing all of you”, Yoongi had almost gotten angry. How could she have believed that she had embarrassed them? They had had a long talk about that (more like, Yoongi held a long monologue and she had nodded occasionally) but it was most likely something that wasn’t forgotten.
Yoongi hoped that she wasn’t thinking about the same mishaps, for it would be likely to be the reason for yet another refusal from her side. He wished she’d come. Everyone missed her, and he wanted to introduce Jungkook to her. He was a nice kid from his work. Lacking experience, sure, and a bit too naive, quite obviously, but he was otherwise a good kid. He had seemed to be struggling to make friends and had told him he was new to the city, so Yoongi had brought him to Tae and Jimin, closer in age than the rest of them. Hoseok had tagged along one day, immediately taking a liking to the younger man and sending a text later in the group that they all should meet one day. It had not escaped Yoongi that when Hoseok said “all”, he had meant: (Y/N) included. Seokjin and Namjoon also took Jungkook under their wings, often offering to go to a restaurant together, or planning something while making sure that the invitation was extended to Jungkook. They were starting to ‘adopt’ him in their friend group so it would mean a lot for Yoongi if (Y/N) could meet him. He could see another refusal on the tip of her tongue so he cut her before she could:
“I’d like for you to meet Jungkook. I know I’ve said it before, but since everyone is coming, I thought it’d be nice if you were tagging along with me. We can stay an hour, or even just half an hour, if you want. I’ll make sure we can leave as soon as you need.” She knew he would. (Y/N) would never question Yoongi’s ability to make the both of them disappear from any crowd. She was more worried about being outside in general. He could see her eyes silently telling him that it was a bad idea, but for once, he did not relent. He kept the offer on the table and let her decide by herself. He wouldn’t just tell her to forget about it. Yoongi wanted to consider the offer.
She sighed. It had been a while since she saw everyone, and it would be nice to see them again. Would it be that bad to follow Yoongi on his outing? She wondered; what if it ended badly? Maybe she could try again, but at what costs? How many times would she embarrass herself and Yoongi before going home? She truly wanted to refuse and hide under the sheets, but Yoongi’s hopeful eyes got the best of her.
“Would you mind helping me get ready then?” Her voice was small and it let Yoongi understand that she was doing it more for him than because she wanted to. It was obvious that she truly didn’t want to go through the process of getting ready but she would be trying. She was even asking for his help, which was not to take lightly. If Yoongi had understood anything during those past months, it was that (Y/N) hated asking for his help. Realizing that she couldn’t do things by herself anymore had been a hard pill to swallow.
“Of course, love. You know that I never mind.” Sometimes she wondered if he was honest, though. Putting on clothes, brushing her teeth, washing, or even eating by herself was a hassle, and the list could go on. She barely felt anything in her hands, slowly losing strength and her sense of touch. She hated feeling so useless; unable to do anything by herself without needing someone to assist her. The most basic things became a battle that she, at first, had refused to lose. Yet with time, she had to accept that her body was failing her. Her acknowledgment would never mean that she did not feel resentful toward her body, but struggling against her own self wouldn’t lead her anywhere. She knew that, as stubborn as she was. While Yoongi was doing his best to be gentle and careful as he dressed her, it only reminded her of her own incompetence. She felt like a doll, feet moving by themselves as Yoongi beckoned her closer to brush her hair.
“Bun?” She nodded, unable to speak without tears spilling free. Yoongi was so kind and soft, every now and then stopping his actions to sweetly kiss her cheek, or smile at her warmly. He knew that it was the hardest for her; let him take care of her. He knew that those were the times when she felt at her lowest. He wanted to hold her hand through the process but he knew that it would only worsen her fears. What if she couldn’t feel him at all one day? What if that day had already come and she had not even noticed? She had once confessed that she dreaded for that to happen. Hence, Yoongi settled for other kinds of reassurance: squeezing her shoulder, brushing his fingers on her cheek, kissing her forehead. She had started to be really reluctant to skinship ever since her accident, yet Yoongi had tried not to let it phase him. It was his little way of telling her that he was here to stay.
“Do you want to wear make-up?” She seemed to ponder until she sighed, obviously resigned.
“Just moisturizer, please.” Yoongi nodded as he found the bottle he was looking for. He carefully applied the cream to his girlfriend’s face, pecking her lips once he was done.
“Shoes, coat, scarf, and we’re off?” She nodded again, already dreading what would happen once they would be out of their safe place.
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When i think of you i think of drarrywords too you both are so cute together aaaaa.....
Ahaha thankyou <3
Though @drarrywords and me, I think are far from cute 👀
; so was fr just doing that head thoughts full scenarios thing and like ??
" I see you as an open book, but in the way there was a lock sealing the contents within tightly; and you entrusted me with the key, to which I read through those ever-changing pages daily, learning a new reason to love you every time. "
; my brain came up w this ?? UHM ?? So like if anyone wants to date me 😏🤌 /hj
What happens in Sulani stays in Sulani... Hopefully.
Miller Legacy G17 beginning
this would be the gun riza shoots roy with
Figuring out artstyle so far so good
Also recently notice they’re the colors of the neapolitan ice cream like broo
• Descendant •
Sukuna recognizing his and readers descendant.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CW/TW: GN! reader, implied AFAB, BRIEF mentions of pregnancy, BRIEF suggestive stuff, Religious metaphors, Nothing really it's a very SFW fic (tell me if I should add anything else!)
Characters: Sukuna x Reader
AN: I really REALLY want to write about Dad!Sukuna and him and reader as parents ASFJFJ. also this is SFW ! I repeat SFW
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Nothing too familiar, nothing in the slightest actually. From the hair to eyes, height, nothing felt or looked quite familiar, or particular.
But Sukuna isn't mortal by any means, and nor is his perception of his surroundings. It's almost instinctive the way he experiences everything, especially in this stupidly modern world, with this stupid modern brat he's stuck in. So when Yuji is sat in this stupid transportation vehicle, a bus he calls it, and there's this strong fucking smell coming from someone beside the brat, which stinky ass mortal is smelling like that?
Yuji doesn't seem to notice, what's up with the brat? Can't he smell that goddamn STENCH emitting from the mortal beside him? What the hell can even smell that bad? OH.
Was this person not mortal? Sukuna's senses were tingling at this rando beside Yuji. Her SCENT was just way too particular, a curse perhaps? No, didn't smell like a curse, look like one either. Then why? Why the hell is Sukuna's nose itching at the scent of this mystery woman, a nobody, just some girl on the bus sitting beside them?
Oh?
OH. That's HIS stench. The scent the girl was giving off, was so particular because it was Sukuna's smell. It took him a few moments to comprehend it but now he understood. He could smell the blood, his strong and specific blood that pumped through the girls beside him's veins. And another one mixed with, well amongst the many different scents of many generations of mixed DNA there was another specific scent Sukuna recognized.
Their scent, that mortal so many years ago he once bedded. That mortal so many years ago he clung to intimately, who sang his name in chants every night he touched them. The one who walked by his side, the one that sat beside his throne, the only one who dared to cling to him. That gorgeous mortal. Did he forget? Of course not. How could he? They were divinity to him. Sukuna was no romantic by any means, but with them, he could remember clearly he felt perhaps he had found his other half. Not that he needed one but... they were something else, something so precious to him, they were his and his alone.
How can he forget? How can he forget when they walked by his side, wide with his child. Had he wanted children? No. He loathed them, stupid little shits who were nothing but an annoyance and a waste of oxygen, he never understood why mortals ever continued having them. That was until his mortal became with child. Specifically, his child.
Sukuna was evil. A dark demonic curse, a bundle of sheer sin. Yet somehow, all those years ago you had managed, to somewhat tame him, though he'd never admit it. But you, you were his, as was he yours, and he'd dare not do anything OTHER than smother you with love and pride. God, did it even exist? well if it did, it was inside of you.
So now here he is, 1000 years later, in some dumbass brat's body, sitting beside the smell of his beloved's blood pumping through this random girl. She didn't look anything like him, or you, or the child you bore all those many years ago. But that smell? Oh he knew it was just like your child's. And from the looks, she seems to have a fine life. Perhaps? Maybe? HOPEFULLY? Yes. Hopefully.
A light surprised yelp escapes the young lady beside Yuji, making his eyes flip over to her, realizing he had placed his hand atop her head, ruffling her hair in an almost parental manner.
"OH- Oh jeez sorry miss! I'm not sure- I didn't- sorry!" Yuji stammers, jolting as he takes his hand off the woman. When did that happen? HOW did his hand land atop her head, patting it in that oddly familial manner. Actually wait he doesn't even know this lady, what came over him?
"Erm... It's alright I guess?" The lady states awkwardly as she shifts slightly to move away from Yuji, equally as confused as him.
Taking a look at the hand he had placed atop her head, he notices the marks and slightly sharpened nails, his eyes widen a bit in realization as he mentally scolds Sukuna. What's the King of the Curses doing grabbing random women? Well actually it wasn't a grab, it was like he took control of Yuji's arm to.. ruffle her hair? Huh?
"Hey!? You can't just go grabbing random women! It makes me look like a perv! You really need to get yourself under control Sukuna." "Tsk. Stupid brat, there wasn't anything perverted about that." "Huh?-"
"Never mind! Incompetent fool. You wouldn't understand." Sukuna grumbles, settling back onto the throne inside Yuji's mind. Yeah, that brat sure as shit didn't understand. Not that it mattered, he'd probably never see the girl again, but that was for the better perhaps, she seemed fine. Good. One could argue it was his narcissistic pride in having a still living bloodline that made him feel satisfaction at having a healthy happy-looking descendant, at least that's what he told himself.
But if you were here right now, somehow living 1000 years later, you'd know how he really felt. That small tingle of love in his heart, that odd human feeling. The happiness to see his lineage live on, no, your lineage live on, his child's lineage live on.Good. It's a good feeling.
I won’t lose you again. You’re not going to lose me, Niska. You’ve got me.
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
This was heavily inspired by the stop-motion short made to celebrate Overwatch’s 2nd anniversary. Enjoy!