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jakeotters · 6 months

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can we have more jim x f! younger! reader omg 🥹🥹 your fic w him was soooo good <3

could u maybe do a pt 2 or like a continuation of that ficccc where he introduces the reader to his family/friends and she’s younger right so she’s a lil insecure about it but it’s fluffy and he comforts her!!! ty ily

thank you so much!! i’m glad you enjoyed it 💖

in love with you - pt. II (jim x afab!reader)

warnings: age gap (jim is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s), kissing, nothing else

part one (18+ only)

author’s note: first multi-part fic who else cheered!! i really like how this part turned out <3

it’d been a few months since that night with jim. you’d started staying over with him, and eventually he asked you out.

you’d started dating, but there were times your insecurities took over. mostly when you were in public— the looks people would give you on the street, all of the times you convinvced yourself people were looking at the two of you.

jim helped soothe your insecurities. you loved him and he loved you, and that’s all that mattered; that’s what he would tell you.

but with dating came having to meet his family. it was the holidays and they’d practically invited themselves over for dinner— unaware of your age. you’d told jim to tell them but he shrugged it off. now here you are, finishing setting the table, nervously awaiting the arrival of his family.

“there’s nothing to be nervous about, darling. they’re just like everyone else.”

jim set the last plate of food down, a line of dishes sitting across the center of the table.

“but they’re not like everyone else, this is your parents, jim, your family. i told you to tell them.”

jim walked up behind you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him.

“why does it matter? they’re finding out anyways.”

“at least they wouldn’t be finding out at our dinner table.”

jim kept his grip on your shoulders, his blue eyes framed by his glasses as they bore into your face. he leaned down, kissing you before being interrupted by the doorbell.

“we love each other, that’s all that matters.”

jim let go of you, walking away to answer the door. you went back to the kitchen, hearing jim greet his parents and other relatives.

“she’s in the kitchen, just a bit nervous. you know how meeting the family for the first time is.”

jim’s laughter filled the dining room and you heard him walk back to the kitchen.

“dinner’s ready, darling.”

jim teased, taking your hand and making you walk to the dining room with him. you looked up to see everyone was seated, talking amongst each other.

“and the woman of the hour, this is y/n.”

jim introduced you, and you watched as everyone turned their head to look at you. there was a long silence— at least it felt long; too long. his parents gave you the same look that people on the street did— a mixture of confusion and disapproval.

we love each other, that’s all that matters. jim’s words rang through your head.

“she’s… beautiful, jim.”

his mother eventually broke the silence. her words sounded forced; her voice coated with her disapproval.

“a bit young for you, don’t you think?”

jim’s father interjected. your face fell, your head hanging. you didn’t want to look at them, at their disapproving expressions.

“well, she is younger, but we love each other. isn’t that what matters?”

jim spoke but you could barely hear what he was saying. you felt dizzy, overwhelmed. before anyone could say anything more, you walked off, opting to hide yourself in the bathroom down the hallway. almost slamming the door shut, you sat on the edge of the tub, tears streaming down your face at this point.

it felt like a while before you heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. afraid it was a family member, you quickly turned the sink on to hide the sound of your crying. there was a knock at the door and you heard jim’s voice behind it.

“baby, let me in. please? i want to talk.”

you wiped your cheeks with your hand and stood up, opening the door for him. jim walked in, closing the door behind him.

“don’t bother with what my father said.”

jim looked at you. you knew he could tell you’d been crying. you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror over the sink— your face was red, your eyes puffy and pink.

“why didn’t you just tell them, jim? we could’ve avoided all of this if you would’ve told them before.”

you knew this wasn’t his fault but you tried to grasp onto any sort of logical reasoning.

“maybe we could have, maybe i should have. but now it doesn’t matter.”

“now it doesn’t matter because they hate me. you saw the way they looked at me.”

“they don’t hate you. they’re just going to have to process this, that’s all.”

you sighed at jim’s response, sitting back on the edge of the tub. jim kneeled down in front of you, wiping your cheeks with his thumb.

“jim, you always tell me that the only thing that matters is that we love each other.”

“is it not?”

jim’s eyes scanned yours, his hand dropping to hold yours.

“that’s not what everyone else thinks, jim. people don’t see it as that way. they see it as a girl in her 20s dating a guy in his 40s.”

“so? isn’t that more reason to remember that we love each other?”

jim stood up, pulling you up to your feet with him. he brought both hands to your face, cradling it gently.

“i’m in love with you, y/n. that’s what matters.”

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#jim x reader #the delinquent season #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fic #jakeotters writes

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scribble-dribble-writes · 8 months

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need need need a jester buggy x princess reader ficccc i want slowburn, forbidden love, angst, fluff, eventual smut if u write smut, longing, mutual pining, the “we shouldn’t do this.. fuck it *kisses reader*,” w a happy endingg. i need all of ittt

Woah this is soooo good!!! I don't write smut, but all the rest is right up my alley. I wanted to ask if it would be alright if I induct this into the current fic I'm writing?

Lost Mermaid princess, past love finding their way back, only people to have actually known each other hahaha *laughs like a maniac in the corner of her room* The dynamic works so well my mind is literally thriving right now 😆

Check out 'The Sea Circus Captain' the first five chapters are up, it continues with Buggy's search for the Straw hat pirates!

#buggy x reader #buggy thoughts #op buggy #one piece buggy #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #opla fanfiction #opla buggy #opla #one piece fic #one piece tag #one piece fan fiction #one piece #one piece fluff #op fluff #one piece fanfiction

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jishyucks · 11 months

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Gloves & Dittany (Teaser) ‣ cyj

‣ pairing: slytherin!yeonjun x gryffindor!reader

‣ genre: fluff, hogwarts!au, idiots-to-lovers (on reader’s part), sorta slice-of-life

‣ teaser wc: 1.1k

‣ final wc: expected 11k+, currently 9k

‣ summary: ❝Sure, your heart might have skipped a beat or two because of Yeonjun, but it was just a momentary flutter, a reaction that didn't hold any significant meaning… Right?❞

↳ Alternatively, where Yeonjun’s flirtatious nature leaves you no choice but to doubt his evident feelings for you and, in turn, dismiss any emotions you may be developing for him

‣ warnings?: reader is just,,, confused all the time, prob poor attempts of 'flirting' bc idk how to flirt, side characters may potentially be more entertaining than the mains, otherwise nothing really!

‣an: first long yeonjun ficccc,, I'm excited! this has been sitting in my docs for so long too,,, the teaser might be a bit boring just cause i don't want to give it all away just yetttt—it's just an intro to the pair!

‣ tags: @flowerjun (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Over the years you've spent at Hogwarts, your love for Herbology has blossomed into a deep passion. Contrary to what your peers say about the class being boring and useless, you believe they couldn't be more wrong. Herbology is an underrated and misunderstood subject that offers unique elements not found in other classes.

At first glance, certain plants looked welcoming, but from what you’ve learned, the most attractive herbs can be the most deadliest. This could even work the other way around. Growth patterns of the plants can directly affect its magical properties, which explains why the professors created emphasis on the care for plants.

Although Herbology looked like any other ordinary subject at Hogwarts, there were a lot more layers to its content. You suppose this was the reason why you grew to love the subject.

“What’s the difference between you and those flowers over there?”

Enter Choi Yeonjun. The main reason why advanced Herbology isn't the perfect class for you, and you mean that in the kindest way possible. Yeonjun is something else. While you hope to simply enjoy the class, he sees it as an opportunity to engage in endless conversation. You once joked with him that his voice could win a competition against a mandrake for being the most ear-piercing, but, surprisingly, he took no offense to this.

To make matters worse, a significant portion of his chatter is dedicated to shamelessly flirting with you. Despite months of this routine, he always finds new ways to keep things interesting, and you have to admit, it's quite impressive.

It was strange how all this had even started. You and Yeonjun were only familiar with each other because he was childhood friends with your fellow house member, Changbin. But after an encounter with the pair at Hogsmeade, Yeonjun started becoming quite adamant about making his presence known to you. And regardless of his motives and advances, you’ve, since then, been choosing not to indulge in his actions.

If you were given a knut every time someone asked you why you never gave him a chance, you’d be rich. Hell, you’d be bathing in galleons if you did, because this was Choi Yeonjun we were talking about. The one and only Choi Yeonjun who could practically steal hearts without the use of some silly charm pulled straight out of a textbook. He was reasonably one of the most attractive guys in the entirety of Hogwarts and his personality was one to adore, so you weren’t surprised with the persistent interrogation of those interested in him.

Though every question was worded differently, each one becoming more and more creative than the last, you hit them with the same, lazy explanation that you knew never left them satisfied.

“I just don’t see him in that way.”

Yeonjun stands by your side, hands comfortably nestled in gloves, which completely disregards Professor Longbottom's instructions that the gloves were not necessary for today's class. He looked ridiculous being the only one wearing the heavy-duty gloves. You hold back a laugh as your gaze follows his pointing finger, which leads you to a cluster of asphodels.

You look up at him, “One is an accessory to a deadly sleeping potion.” You’re cleaning up your area, making sure dirt is only where it was supposed to be.

“Y/N, c’mon~” Yeonjun whines, “Just play along.”

“Okay,” you huff, “What is it?”

Yeonjun stands quietly for a short moment, lips pressed together, “Now you made me forget what I was going to say, but it was something about you being pretty.” Yeonjun turns to put some pots away, leaving you unamused.

Although Yeonjun continues to make such advances, you admit that his playful personality was endearing. Just a few months ago, you regarded Yeonjun as nothing more than an annoyance, constantly looming around even when unwelcome, sort of like a wedgie. However, as time passed, you couldn't deny the odd bond that had formed between the two of you.

Just recently, you had reluctantly admitted to yourself that he’s grown on you to the point where you realize that the day would feel incomplete without his babbling. On a good day, you might even consider him your friend.

When Yeonjun returns, he flashes you a smile, “Do you have any plans for the weekend? Maybe I can take you to Hogsmeade.” He bends down slightly and reaches out, “You have a bit of dirt on your nose.” You feel his finger graze your nose for a quick second before it’s back at his side.

“I’m afraid I already do,” you hummed. Since the period has ended, you grab your belongings and take your leave. With no surprise, Yeonjun is trailing closely behind you.

Yeonjun’s lips were moulded into some sort of pout, brows furrowed, “Maybe the week after?”

“I have plans that week, too,” you say promptly, though you weren’t even entirely sure if you did, “Sorry, Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun narrows his eyes at you but you don’t catch him doing so. Instead, you’re dead set on finding your best friend Yena by the courtyard. Before Yeonjun could let out a sigh, he takes a big step forward and spins so that he’s facing you. Yeonjun executes this with ease. He’s quick on his feet and the next thing you know you’re walking into his chest.

“Don’t apologize.” Yeonjun grabs your wrist and swiftly pulls you to the edge of the hallway so you both aren't blocking the stream of students, “There’s always another week…” He pushes his lips towards one side of his face, eyes looking to the side. He was deep in thought, “Maybe you can come to the final game of the season? I know your house isn’t playing but it would be nice to have the support… I’ll even let you wear one of my extra uniforms… maybe some facepaint?” Yeonjun’s eyes light up at the thought.

“Yeonjun,” you say sternly.

“As a friend?” Yeonjun’s head is tilted to the side, brows knitting as he brings his lips into a pout, “Please?” His eyes pour into yours, making it hard for you to avoid his gaze. He’s waiting intently on a reply.

“I’ll… think about it,” You stall.

Yeonjun smiles, satisfied with your answer. Before he speaks up once again, he hears his name being called from across the hall. It was Wooyoung.

“I’ll see you later, beautiful~”

You groan and call out before you’re out of ear’s reach, “What did I tell you about pet names, Choi Yeonjun!”

Yeonjun turns to acknowledge you, but instead of saying anything to excuse himself, he sends you a wink before reaching his friend.

As expected.

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pls remember that this is a teaser and I'll be posting the full fic soon! thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

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urmom2bitch · 2 months

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I love you (C.S)

A/N: This is my first ficccc I honestly don't like it but Yolo. Also this was supposed to be an angst but it kinda changed to a fluff!

Warnings⚠️!!!: Crying, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, cursing, use of y/n and yeah I think that's!

It's around 12 am and Chris went to another part without me this week all because according to him I would ruin his chances with the girls.

"Look kid I know the past few party's I've gone to I told you you couldn't come but, I kinda wanna get laid and you'll scare the bitches away"

"Jesus Chris don't get too drunk please"

"you know I will" Chris laughs as he walks out the door

Cute little time skip

After 2 hours of sitting in Chris's room Nick barged in.

"bitch there's no way he went to another party without you to get pussy" He said almost yelling

"it's not a big deal, Nick He has needs"

"I'm not dealing with his drunk ass tonight kid."

After that we hung out and watched a movie till we heard

"Go fuck yourself bitch!" Followed by a car door slamming

All three of us instantly ran outside knowing it was Chris.

"Holy shit Chris what the fuck happened!" Nick yelled at the top of his lungs

"this really big dude got told me he was gonna hurt y/n if I kept talking to her so I hit him and fuck he hit back" he stumbled over his worlds as he talked with tears falling down his face

"baby I'm sorry I didn't let you come with me" Chris said in-between sobs

I couldn't even process what he said before I spoke

"it's okay Hun c'mon let's get you to bed"

After I cleaned Chris up I laid him down so he could go to sleep.

"Y/n I think I love you" he spoke as he opened his eyes slightly

"well we've been best friends since we were 5 I wouldn't expect less" I laughed while playing with his hair

"No Y/n I love you I really do" he said trying not to stutter

"Say that when you're sober hunny" I laughed slightly

"N-no y/n I mean it I really do I really fuckin do" he started crying again and sat up looking me in the eyes

"it's easy for you to say that now but you are also very drunk and you need to sleep hunny. We can talk in the morning" I said wiping his tears

"fine"

A/n- I borderline hate this but oh well 😭😭

@lustfulslxt

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic

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ffeelann · 2 months

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Can I request a kenma fic? Share the reader is trying to make kenma jealous? Thank you!

a/n: omg jealous kenma hiiii thanks y'all for your support¡¡¡¡ warning: jealous kenma gg, gn reader, the whole team giving y/n attention omg, short ficccc

requests are OPEN

1$ tip for the writer Ann (my laptop is begging for help)

1000 - 10.000 words paid requests here¡¡

the way you looked at them was okay, was the exact same way you looked at absolutely anyone but animal you considered cute. the thing is that they were not looking at you like that.

he could not even distinguish if those looks were trying to ask you ''why did you choose him as you boyfriend'', it was either that or they were trying to look for something more than just a ''oh, are you the y/n? kenma's partner!''.

and you were not complaining, oh damn, that was one of his first thoughts when hw first ment you. you loved all kinds of attention and now you were living your best life.

dammit.

and plus, you complained about him doesnt being that affectionate, you kinda craved those pet names you used to call him.

—y/n, we're getting late— kenma tried to call your name, treating you just like always, since he was completely in love with the fact that you were a companion.

you were someone who would... come with him every single time.

but you didn't hear him, or you didn't... want to hear him.

so he walked to you, doing something he literally would never do. since he never called you nothing but your name, neither he showed physical affection on public.

but he went and took your hand from behind. this thing almost caught the whole team's attention in a second, since you stopped talking.

—babe. we're getting late.

now that's what you were talking about. that was what you really wanted.

you waved at everyone quickly, and you turned back to kiss his cheek and start walking.

—yes, baby, we're getting late.

he knew he would be made fun of for like a month at least because of being a sweetheart. and... he is getting late, but... with you. I guess you should make more of those kind of jealousy plans often. mostly, try to make him way more jealous, it appeared to be enough to make him do different thinks.

maybe you could experiment a bit more...

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #writerscommunity #kozume kenma #nekoma #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo testuro #hq kenma #kenma x reader #kenma #kuroo x kenma #ko fi #ko fi commissions #ko fi membership #ko fi link

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myykster · 7 months

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PLS READ THIS FICCCC I love thunderclouds sm u don’t understandddd

#mortal kombat #raiden x smoke #smoke x raiden #thunderclouds

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desertduality · 4 months

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Hii-

Can I just say that I LOVE your watcher!scar/Ad Astra ficccc- ahhh- /pos

Also your writing is so good!! /srs

Keep it up!! :)

WAHH THANK YOU !!! :D

It genuinely always makes my day to receive asks like this so I appreciate it so much <3

#asks #ad astra asks

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broomsticks · 1 year

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@tahtahfornow all-around terrifically cool person with the best taste in high literature, you are amazing and i am forever in awe of literally everything you write and do. finding poppies (a year ago exactly!!! also! a @billsfangearring cameo!) has more than made up for all the psychic damage i’ve taken from being on wolfstar reddit, and if i have caused you any psychic damage from dragging you onto fandom tumblr/discord i am honestly not sorry. SO glad to have you here with us in this madhouse.

wolfstar ship manifesto, fic edition. poppies in october • wolfstar • 20k, M. confession: i have been shamelessly hogging this ao3 collections url in an attempt to hunt down and hoard all the multi-era canon-compliant-beyond-ootp wolfstar fic, but nothing comes close to poppies.

no seriously if anyone likes my taste in recs, like, at all, you have to read this. this is the one fic i would save if ao3 burns.

a fic that made me see AUs in a whole different light. White Sheets, in the Closet (or: the earth from a great distance is perfect and whole) • wolfstar • 12k, M. THIS FICCCC is the absolute pinnacle of what AUs can be, made possible only by your deep understanding and love and care for both the original characters and the new setting AND your. just. divine mastery over the stupid cudgel that is the english language. i'm in love with everything you write!!

also confession #2: you happened to post this on my birthday and billie & molly both posted me birthday snippets so i have been secretly & very presumptuously considering this a birthday fic 🙈.

i also ALSO have to shout out your literary wolfstar classics rec list part 1 (pre-2010) & part 2 (modern classics/post-2010) (and on AO3) because YES. SECONDING! so many classics.

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

#wolfstar #mutuals march #ttfn tag #hp fics #my fic recs

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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Okay babe i got a request/idea for a new ficccc

it’s like a hurt/comfort/smut idea 🤗

what if the reader is an avenger and they lost someone they were very close to (as if said character passed away) so she didn’t want to go to anybody but stephen to talk abt it because they’ve always been ‘best’ friends and she feels a connection with him that she doesn’t have with anyone else because they’re actually meant for eachother and it ends in someone or both of them confessing their feelings n smut 😏😏

‘Boundless’

Dr Strange x fem!readee

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. i love writing angsty smutty fics AAAAAH i love <3 18+ (as always cuz im a whore and only write smut)

The day was impossibly grey, a bleak horizon followed you wherever you went- it followed just about everyone. The gaping loss of Tony and Natasha was eating away at everyones blackened hearts.

For you and Stephen, however, it was different. Stephen felt he was solely responsible for Tony's sacrifice and your heart was tearing apart and angered by the way Natasha had to be so goddamn stubborn and good. Two ultimate sacrifices that would change the course of fate.

It was easy trying to disappear in the humdrum of things, everything was intensely chaotic and isolating yourself felt like the only sane option-if not you were sure you would implode or burst into tears. However, it was increasingly difficult when Stephen was right there- waiting for you to come to him, waiting for you to cry on his sleeve until your body was heaving with nothing left to offer. When you went quiet, you turned posionous and verbally tounge lash anyone who came your way and Stephen wanted to avoid that at all costs. That's why it surprised him when you finally let him come to you, teary eyed and breathless-peripheral bleared by the soaked salt.

It was about a few weeks after the loss and Stephen thought that it was best for you to approach him in your own time, he wanted to be there when you inevitably crack. You had called him, sniffling and voice quivering.

‘’Y/N? You okay?’’Stephen answered adamently, afraid that he would cross a line so fresh.

‘’Can you come.. here?’’ You heaved. ‘’Can you be with me?’’ You finally whispered out. Stephen was already conjuring a portal to your apartment, he didn't need to be told twice.

Stephen stumbled his way through and he found you, wild and disoriented- pacing around your living room as you picked at your nails and let out small intakes of breath. It seemed that you were about to go to sleep, but your thoughts were keeping you awake- all the words left unsaid.

When you saw him, it felt like your whole world came tumbling down. You were stuck and you couldn't move; all you wanted to do was run up to him and hug him but all you could do was freeze. As your eyes met his, a hot tear fell and rolled down your cheek. You buried your face in your hands and weeped into them, catching stray tears in the process.

‘’Oh, come here.’’ Stephen sighed in sympathy and endearment, he made his way over to you and embraced you in his arms.

You fell into him, face meeting his broad shoulder as you began crying into him. Stephen could smell the scent of your shampoo, he wrapped his large arms around you and you found catharsis in such human connection.

‘’I just- I'm sorry. I feel like I can't be alone right now.’’ You admitted through soft sobs as Stephen stroked your hair. He carefully extracted your face away from his shoulder and cradled your face so you could look up at him through teary eyes.

‘’You wanna tell me what you're feeling?’’ Stephen asked, coaxing you out. To his surprise you nodded and sat down on your couch and he sat next to you.

You were silent for a while, breathing in and out as your elbows dug into your knees as you held your face- attempting to form the words to vocalise how you were feeling. The gaping hole within you becoming wider and wider, only exasterbated by your voluntary isolation.

The hole only Stephen could heal; he watched you through discerning eyes. Stephen stared at your face, urging you to continue.

‘’I just feel...resentment. It's like poison, Stephen.’’ You whispered.

Stephen just listened in response.

‘’We could've done more. I could've done more and now I'm supposed to accept the fact that we're never going to see them again?’’ You felt like you were about to burst into hysterics, your mind pacing and your arms flailing slightly as you carded your fingers in your hair.

All Stephen could do was stay silent.

‘’I'm useless, Stephen. All the times I never listened to Tony or all the times I undermined and underestimated Natasha, I swear all of this is just recompence for my stubborness and it'll rain down hell before I’ll stop feeling this soul eating guilt.’’ You spluttered absentmindedly, you were rambling now and Stephen's eyes wilted with every word you breathed- the fact you felt this much in such little time was slowly breaking his heart.

‘It just won't stop.’

The words were left in the air for a while. Stephen clasped both of your hands in his and raised them to his lips. Your breath halted for a moment as the tears ceased, stinging your already read eyes.

‘’You're wrong.’’ He stated simply as his eyes flitted to yours. ‘’Look at me, you're not useless. You are not any of those things, what I'm looking at right now is someone who is going through the hell that is grief. The love you have for them only tells me your empathy knows no bounds.’’

You had honestly clocked out and phased his words out before he grabbed you by the face and looked you dead in the eye.

‘’You're not indestructable, you are impossibly human with a heart bigger than your mouth.’’ You huffed out a shy chuckle at his brashness.

‘’You are not your mistakes, your guilt is merely a collection of the love you still harbour for them.’’

Your lip quivered at how soft he was being with you, he was treating you so delicately.

‘’You're light. You're my light, I-‘’ Stephen cut himself off as his mind and tongue were running rampant simultaneously. The manifestations of his desires were in abundance and ripe for the taking.

You gawked into the vast blue of his eyes, the event horizon dragging you in oncre more and you felt like you were drowning in him. Your fingers travelled to his hair as you pleaded with him to continue- to tell you what you needed to hear.

‘’Listen to me- you matter. None of this falls on your shoulders. You matter...so much.’’He finally spat out as he reaffirmed his blossiming feelings for you, but he pondered if he should say it more blatantly in a way that wouldn't go over your head.

‘’You matter so much to me.’’Stephen mumbled as he stared at your lips a lot longer than he should've. You began shuffling under his hold and nodding your head vehemently as streaks of salt fell from your eyes.

‘’Is that true, or another lie to just make me feel better?’’ You muttered, holding onto his hair tighter than before.

‘’Never been more honest. Believe me.’’

You just had to run your mouth.

‘’That means nothing if you can't prove it, Stephen.’’ Your voice sounded defeated, you moved your head to the side to pull away from him but to your surprise he held your face back to look into his bare eyes once more.

Stephen was contemplating two decisions he knew he would ultimately regret. Kiss you to show you he was telling the truth or let you go and play it safe. You knew in your heart that this was an impossible ask fora Stephen, to finally let out into the open feelings that best be left uncrossed. Being so close to him had its downsides, you finally got to understand that he wasn't very good at confronting his feelings let alone get it out in the open.

But for you Stephen was willing to risk everything.

Stephen pressed his lips to yours delicately. Coaxing out the waters of your troubled mind and help you ease back to the shore. Once he had it in himself to peel away from you, your eyes brought him back from his trance like state. They were wild and aglow. You finally found it in yourself to speak.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ You breathed.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ He repeated way too happily, urging you to go first even though you didn't want to.

‘’Admit to you how much I want you or admit to how long I've waited for you to do that?’’ Stephen brushed his thumb on your bottom lip as you told him your innermost thoughts.

‘’I just can't stop thinking about you. I haven’t been here for you and it’s eating me up inside." He confessed in shame and it would be true in saying that it was one of the most difficult things he's ever had to do but it was for you. You needed to hear that from him.

‘’Can you stay with me?’’ You whispered. ‘’Stay with me. Please.’’ You spluttered and how could Stephen refuse.

You kissed him this time. A spiritual kind of healing you've been yearning for. It was all so needed, and when you found yourself on his lap it only amplified the fact. He grasped onto your waist tightly, his hands wandering up and down the smooth span of your back with every kiss your holy presence giften him. You are the light outrunning the darkness.

‘’Can I feel you?’’Stephen pleaded as his lips fell to your neck. ‘’Can I undress you?’’ Your skin was abuzz in anticipation and you nodded your head intensely.

‘’Use your words baby.’’ Stephen ordered softly as he lifted a finger to loosen the strap of your vest. Although what he really wanted was to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond comprehension but tonight he wanted to go soft: reaffirming and gentle. It's what you needed: intimate and almost painstakingly slow.

‘’Yes. Please.’’Your voice was thinly veiled with quiet yet unmissable desperation- and he was more than willing to oblige.

‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Just- go slow. For me.’’ You requested with a sigh.

His hands played with the hem of your shirt, teasing you slightly with the unforgettable touch of his deft fingers. Stephen aided you in getting your tank off and he revelled in the true feeling of your skin on his. He was like a moth to a flame the way your tits fell free. It was all for him to play with and you had all the time in the world. He kissed your collarbone and the skin surrounding it, your hands ruffled his hair and he knew you were barely clinging onto the sensation and he wanted to give you more. His kisses turned into bites and your collarbone turned into your nipples. You gasped and his mouth travelled to your lips to swallow your moan, your hands clamped against his face and pushed him back to just stare at his face and revel in the fact that this is actually happening.

You grasped his hand and remarked at it flirtatiously as if you were planning your next move. The smirk on your face said far too much.

‘’Now what do these fingers do?’’ You chuckled lowly, the pearly white of your teeth peaking through as you did so.

Stephen didn't respond, his only reaction was a venomous smile. One full of mischief.

His fingers found hospice on your heart and slowly and tortorously traced down between your ribs in a straight line. The way he was dragging this out was impossibly electric but anything less than gratifying.

Stephen's fingers dragged over your stomach and down to the spot that made you see fireworks. His gaze was venomous as his hands were in your shorts- feeling you up. Stephen's fingers were long and thick and he was impressed with how wet he had gotten you already. When he looked up at you, he saw you filled with bliss and yearning- a potent and heady combination. Stephen started moving his fingers in an out of you at a pace you deemed..interesting.

‘’Is this slow enough for you?’’ You didn't know if Stephen was mocking you or not. You grabbed his face and kissed the smirk off of his lips and if anything his lips curled into an even bigger smile.

He took this as incentive to lay you down on the couch, you didn't think vou could make it to the bedroom at the rate he was going.

Hovering over you, he looked deep into your eyes- searching for answers. Answers to what he wasn't sure but the way your pupils dialated and were black with hunger made him lose his mind- and with that you clawed his shirt off.

‘’I want you.' you stated. Although you were quite literally under him, the statement still took him by surprise due to how certain you sounded. More certain than anything, ever. He kissed you vehemently and began peeling your shorts and underwear off painfully slow.

‘’So beautiful.’’ Stephen remarked, the comment making you blush slightly.

He bent his head down and kissed at your lower stomach and you opened your legs allowing him to nestle between. He kissed at you everywhere, your favourite being your inner thigh- so close to where you wanted him, home. You couldn't handle it any longer.

‘’Come here.’’ You begged and brought his face up to your mouth where he could swallow your whines.

It all just felt like a well needed catharsis, as Stephen tugged his pants off your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades- the sting was inticing.

As he lowered himself into you, the stifled gasp and the knitted eyebrows did it in for him. The intense eye contact is what is dragging him in and he needed more. Stephen fawned over you and held himself up as he began to rut inside you- deeply. So fucking deep.

‘’Slow?’’

'Mhm…’’ You stifled.

‘’Intimate?'’

You moaned in response.

It was all deep strokes and intense eye contact, a magical soul binding thing. Missionary always seemed boring to you but this- this was soul astounding. Extraordinary. So renewing and sexy. Stephen cradled your face to continue staring into your beguiling eyes.

You needed healing and Stephen was the antidote.

You were lost in the pleasure- time was warped. It seemed like Stephen could go on forever, the Adonis of a man could last for days teasing you, edging you beyond comprehension; the fact that you were yearning for this for so long hindered your cognitive ability and your body was about to explode. Stephen was enjoying dragging it all out, you did ask him to go slow and he was extremely pleased he got you in such a state.

‘’So messy.’’ He reprimanded with a knowing crooked smile.

Your mouth slotted against his as a means to shut him up and with that you found your self to come undone, as he bit at your lower lip you lost control. Your gasp set Stephen's body alight, he swallowed it hungrily as his mouth devoured yours. He watched down and saw your mouth was agape and your face was tight, you were inhumanly stunning. Hair wild and untamed and eyes impossibly picturesque, you were made for him.

After the gruelling weeks, you needed this type of closure and healing. You gushed onto him and the sensation made him lose his mind too- he emptied himself out and he wished he could relive every second. The delightsome sighs that escaped both of your mouths was all your ears could register as clammy sweat coated foreheads met.

‘’That was…..intense and-‘’

‘’Helpful?’’ Stephen cut you off.

‘’Yeah.’’ You sighed bashfully like a smitten teenager.

‘’It's not your fault, it'll never be your fault, okay? I'll protect you, no matter the cost of it.’’ He reaffirmed and you swore you were going red the way your cheeks were blushing.

‘’No. Listen. I'll protect the both of us.’’ You counter offered.

‘’Don't make any promises you won't be able to keep.’’

‘’I'm not. I just can't lose you, I can't lose anyone else. Okay?’’ You gave him a soft chaste kiss to soothe his fraying nerves and static mind.

‘’Okay.’’ Stephen gave in finally.

‘’Can you stay for the night?’’

He didn't need to be asked.

‘’Of course. Tea?’’

You laughed. It's been a while since you laughed and Stephen pulled you from the teetering edge once again. You weren't sure if it was fate or destiny to be brought together like this- he was your best friend and now the possibilites with him are boundless.

Boundless like his love for you.

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