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kurosstuff · 3 months

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Lute x fallen angel! Reader: Fallen

Short fic- tell me what you think! Hope you all enjoy it-!

Summary" lute SHOULD hate you. But. How can she?

HEAVY SPOILERS MENTIONED LIKE AKL OVER(in this like one?) IDK PLEASE. ALL HAZBIN FICS I WRITE ARENT SPOILER FREE UNLESS I STATE THAT IT IS. YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Warning(s): blood/fights, love at first sight, maybe ooc lute? Idk yoy tell me I never wrote her, heartbreak, also from my knowledge? Wing movements(from birds please correct me on the info if I do it wrong I do not own birds) in denial, Adam and his vulgur language

Ngl I love lute-

Lute a cruel sadistic woman. Odd place for a woman in heaven. But given her status as the leader of the executioners. The one who leads the battles against those vile sinners. Who trains the angels picked to fight herself. The woman second in command to Adam himself.

It's a fitting role.

Never in a million years(and she HAS been around for that long. Or so she lost track of such a useless thing) would she? A ruthless exterminator encounter this thing other fully pure angels speak of.

Love

Why would she? Lute is a fighter. A warrior. The one who Adam HIMSELF entrusts his life too. Why would she fall for anyone? She doesn't even know if she CAN feel such a thing.

But as always- Life(or afterlife?) Is full of surprises. She was well aware of a new angel coming in. Recently passed in some horrific accident she doesn't care for the details just knows- need to pick them apart see if their ruthless enough to fight. But the second she went into the room her eyes widden- an odd feeling in her chest as If her heart- her cold heart was heating up.

"Hello~ are you uh Lute?" You asked shyly- which given the situation even the most outgoing would be just as shy. She blinked, glad for the mask to hide the flushed expression - the confusion on it.

Clearing her throat, she nods slowly, ensuring you saw "I am. Welcome to Heaven, " she greeted uncharacteristically polite- gentle. If you were to be mistaken, she ignored the odd look Adam gave her, looking at the name tag, even your name is pretty- she blinked.

What?

She did NOT just think that. She did NOT Find you pretty. Gorgeous. She does NOT notice how your eyes sparkle how friendly your smile is as you both talked. She most certainly doesn't notice how your wings are the single most gorgeous pair she's ever seen. How white it is- signaling how pure you are. How the gold etched into it- putting to shame her grey and black wings- smiling soft behind her mask. How how she wishes to touch the- she stops she will NOT think that

It became as clear as day to her and anyone else. Lute? Is inlove. And not just anyone. The new angel- the kind soul who? Adam states follows her around like a lost puppy or in Adam's kind words "Hey look. It's lutes bitch!" Oh how she wishes to punch him everytime- hit that smug look off. But she won't. Not yet.

A common tradition in heaven- like the birds in the human realm(maybe a odd similarity she presumed. She doesn't care for the human realm after all) finding a mate, a lover with the most gorgeous wings. It was no surprise you gained such attention

Much to her displeasure.

Grumbling watching as how you yet again were surrounded by angels around you- and ad always rejecting them before that smile she oh so adored. Yet would never state aloud was sent her way- making her scowl darkly(but on the inside? She was warm) quickly making your way to her she noticed how you fidgeted. How red you were "out with it. What is it?" She grumbled out no matter how warm and soft she was on the inside? Her words on the outside could never match. No matter how she wished it

White cleared her vision making her back up scrunching her nose before finally realizing what it was- a feather. Not just any old feather. Your feather "i.. i want you to have it.. I know the meaning bur when I was preening my wings u couldn't help it.. I want you to have my feather" they whispered watching as she gently took the feather.

Silently accepting them courting her with a soft smile. Maybe she can make it a necklace?

As great as it was up there. There were rules. Easy to forget. Easy to break. But rules nonetheless. Once Adam instructed her to strip a betrayers wings, Lute sighed. Grumbling loudly going to the room. Ignoring the odd almost somber pitiful look Adam gave her. Hiding the feather in her shirt tucked safe near her heart, she hummed, stepping inside fixing her helmet before freezing

"No-"

Her heart dropped paling more then she was already at the bloodied sight

"NO WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"

She roared storming to your bloodied frame she couldn't help but break her never-ending composure for the first time, kneeling to your side "do you HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS?" She snarled ripping her mask off showing her teary face. Knowing her counter was now a sinner. Her angel was a traitor. A million emotions went through her head glaring down at you with every emotion but the one she should feel.

It wasn't hate.

She ignored her feelings, swallowing it down she ignored the reasoning of what you did. Of what you SAID. putting her mask on, she steeled herself. She was an executioner. A peacemaker. She takes care of the issue. So she pushed you down with her foot grabbing your once gorgeous wings now bloodied gold- in her one hand grabbing her spear she sliced. Ignoring how she was covered in your blood. The deafening screams of pain. Of agony. How you begged for her. She took a sigh taking her mask off giving you the chance to se her one last time. Without the mask. How she stared cold at you.

Before the ground opened up, "lute. Before I go- please I lo-" she cut you off, kicking you in. Closing her eyes as the ground closed. For the first time ever. She fell to her knees, holding the now broken wings sobbing out for a sinner. How was she not a sinner to for showing the regret. Showing the selfishness in this?

It wasn't long before she saw you again. Traveling down with Adam to meet with Charlie and her girlfriend- to Lute it was a vile relationship. Not because of the sex- no- because of the liar Vaggie is. How that bitch betrayed her kind and then fell for the ruler of hells daughter. She could almost laugh.

Blinking, ignoring the yelling match of Adam and Charlie. Looking out the window, she froze mouth wide open- even though the demons back was turned. No wings but a tail and horns. She knew that laugh. She knew that smell. No matter how different you looked. Eyes soft watching you turn. Even as a demon. You truly are a beautiful creature. She softened her gaze behind her mask before looking away in disgust. Not with you.

But herself.

Lute a angel? Finds a demon attractive. Sure it's you but. Your a demon. A angel and demon together is vile. Disgusting in all sense of the worse.

But even now. She can't help but still long for you. Long for the almost relationship. Frowning, she looked back at Adam, who watched her with a frown. She knew they'd have a talk. Sighing, she followed after him with a deep sigh

She truly wished this outcome was different. How she longs to see you once more. Touching the feather on her chest she sighs

The only way she would be with you. Is if she was fallen as well. What a cruel irony.

#lute x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute

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delulujuls · 6 months

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papaya nails and everything nice | op81

hi! i dont really know how to comment on that one, i just get this idea from few videos where oscar actually admitted that he has very interesting relationship with his nails

anyway, is this original? i think it is. is this wholesome? hell yes, we do be supportin in this household. enjoy!

summary: oscar is having an unusual problem but it's nothing a manicure cant fix

warnings: none, i hope that painted nails on a boy arent a trigger

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!mclarendriver (ft. lando)

Oscar had been struggling to get himself together for some time now. As far back as he could remember, he considered himself as organized and put-together person who kept everything in check. However, for the past few weeks he had been the complete opposite—nothing seemed to go his way, he was incredibly scattered, sleeping poorly and was always last-minute everywhere.

This day was no exception to the rule that had persistently dominated Piastri's life for the past few weeks. Hurrying, he entered the garage running late and quickly started changing, not wanting to delay the start of training. His hair was messy, clearly having just detached from the pillow a few moments ago. Y/N observed her friend from the corner of her eye, seeing him struggle with unzipping his jumpsuit. Without hesitation, she approached him and eased his suffering, helping him with the zipper.

"Thanks," he mumbled, throwing a fleeting glance at his friend. Only then did Y/N noticed that Oscar's face was marked by several red streaks.

"Something happened?" she asked, clearly concerned. The recent strange behavior of Oscar had not escaped anyone on the team and she was no exception.

"I overslept, nothing new lately," Piastri casually replied, putting on the jumpsuit and fastening it around his neck. He brushed his hair off his face and only now did Y/N have a full view of his face, where red stripes were visible on his even paler-than-usual skin.

"Yes, that too, but that's not what I meant," she said.

Y/N took her phone and showed him his reflection. He furrowed his brows in surprise but took the phone from her and looked at his face. It was a fact, there were strange red marks on it. After a moment, he figured out why he looked like so this morning.

"They're probably scratches; I must have done them in my sleep."

"Scratches?" she scrunched her eyebrows and involuntarily glanced at his nails when he handed her the phone. Indeed, Oscar's nails could make many girls envious.

Y/N still had something to ask, but she was called to take her place in the car. She didn't have the chance to exchange a single word with Oscar until lunchtime. The couple sat in the cafeteria and as Y/N was familiar with both the old Oscar, whom she had known for several years and the slowly emerging new Oscar, she had never paid much attention to his hands or, more importantly, his nails.

"Has this happened to you before?" Y/N asked when they were both eating lunch and Oscar focused all his attention on what she assumed was his first eagerly awaited meal of the day.

"That I took two portions of rice with vegetables for lunch?" he asked with his mouth full, glancing at her in the meantime "No, honestly, this is my debut."

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not asking about that. I mean, have you ever looked like you've just met Wolverine?"

"Still have those marks?"

Y/N nodded in response as she continued eating.

Oscar sighed, swallowing what was in his mouth and wondering whether to tell her about the embarrassing nonsense that had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Seeing her curious gaze he decided to confess to her an unusual fact about himself.

"I can't cut my nails."

Oscar threw this statement into the air without much ado. Honestly, at this point in his life where he was and with all the things happening, most of which didn't go the way they should, thinking about things like his unfortunate nails would be total foolishness.

"Oh, really?" she was surprised, but it was the kind of surprise when you hear some fun fact you didn't know before.

"You reacted like I just told you that there are twice as many kangaroos as people in Australia."

"It's quite an unusual thing, you're probably the first person I know who can't do it."

"I don't know if it's something to feel special about, although probably yes since for the rest of the day, I look like I do."

Oscar replied, pointing to his scratched face.

"What's worse," he continued, not interrupting his eating, "Even when I manage to deal with them, it takes a moment and they look the same again. They grow terribly fast."

"If you want, I can help you with them," she offered, glancing at him.

Oscar hesitated for a moment and after that he looked at her uncertainly.

"Could you?"

"Of course!"

Shortly afterward, Y/N's hotel room turned into improvised nail salon. She took her task very seriously, pleased that Oscar allowed her to do anything extra such as cutting his cuticles or giving his hands a massage with a cookie-scented cream.

"You have nice nails," he said when she massaged his hands. Her nails had short square shapes with a matte finish. The color was no surprise; it was papaya orange. "Do PR people dip their fingers in this too?"

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"No, I just noticed this nail polish in the drugstore and I thought I'd take it. It amused me that this color haunts me everywhere."

"Do you do your nails yourself?" Oscar looked at her with a slight shock. "It must be terribly hard and time-consuming."

"I've been doing them for a few years now and as you can see they are pretty simple, so with each time I get better at it."

She replied, taking a bit more cream. She noticed that he was silently looking at her hands; it seemed that he was particularly paying attention to her nails.

"I can paint yours too if you want."

"Mine?"

Y/N nodded and Oscar looked at her, shocked by how effortlessly she seemed to read his thoughts.

"Painted nails aren't for boys. "

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Anyone can have painted nails, Oscar."

"Zac would be pissed at me. PR people probably too."

"Fuck Zac, fuck PR people," she looked him in the eyes. "Everyone has the right to look how they want, so if Lewis can have earrings and tattoos, Alex could have red hair, then you or any other guy can have painted nails."

Oscar hesitated for a while, looking at her uncertainly. He was silent for a moment, thinking hard. However, he decided that it was time to finally do something contrary to the norm. He has stuck to the rules and regulations all his life, so it's time to make a small concession that won't harm anyone.

"Can you make them for me with a shiny finish?"

Y/N smiled and nodded, hurriedly getting off the bed and grabbing her bag with all the supplies. The smile on Oscar's face appeared with each painted nail, pushing away his fears and insecurities.

When the girl started finishing his other hand after more than an hour, Lando came into the bedroom without any warning, complaining about his friends and the fact that none of them had replied to any of his messages for over forty minutes.

When Norris noticed what he was witnessing, he opened his mouth in shock and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets. Both Oscar and Y/N knew their friend's unfiltered chatter, so they mentally prepared themselves for some comment from him. But beside that, he hurriedly took off his shoes and all excited sat on the bed, rolling up his sleeves.

"Oh my God! Will you do mine too?"

#f1 imagines #f1 one shot #f1 oneshots #op81 #formula 1 #f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader

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rottenblur · 9 months

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study break|J.MILLER

Summary: BFD! Joel (best friend's dad) Moving to Texas for college seemed scary at first but after befriending your now best friend staying with her on the holidays with her father seemed exciting. Best friends! Dad Joel x fem reader. 1.4k chapter one out of ????

WARNINGS: Big girthy age gap. (the reader is 20 Joel is in the late forties) Slight smut, the reader getting felt up by Joel, making out with the intent of leading to sex. Risky horny makeout sesh with the reader and Joel almost getting caught by Tommy. Chapter two is smut. Unrequited pining by Tommy. Dirtyish talk by Joel.

“fuck you are somethin’ to see, making me do shit I shouldn’t. ya arent the good girl I thought ya were”

Walking into your Best friend Sarah's house, the first thing you noticed, in the house you had never stepped into before was her Dad sprawled out on the couch beer in hand. He was on the phone with someone, it seemed important by the way his face was scrunched up, his index and thumb squeezing him on his nose he seemed frustrated. He looked oddly hot in this state, you wondered what was upsetting him. Till he heard a pair of footsteps, turning around and unscrewing his face with relief “I gotta go, Sarah is home from college”.

Dropping his phone and standing up, walking over to her, and greeting her with a tight hug. You hold your arm gazing down at your feet awkwardly, gazing occasionally over at Joel and how his huge figure engulfs his daughter. Sarah looking at you and then at Joel “Oh this is my friend I told you about!” Sarah said. Excitingly pulling you towards her so Joel can get a look at you and say hi. Sarah smiled proudly at your presence. You look up at Joel's tall figure at least a foot taller than you think to yourself, your first thought about him was how handsome he was, not just for his age in general. you would pick him over any boy your age, your eyes panning to his salt and pepper beard matching his hair, it was messy in a cute way.

Then your eyes followed down to his chest, his arm the way that his t-shirt gripped around his muscles perfectly and deliciously, your eyes pan down to his crouch for a second then away. Realizing how long you have been staring at him you clear your throat awkwardly, “Hi um thank you for letting me stay for Christmas break I appreciate it, "Mr. Miller". Not knowing his name and trying to be polite you settled for “Mr. Miller”

Joel laughed quietly at your words, “It's no problem darlin’ you're a lot more polite than some of Sarah’s old high school friends”. He looked you up and down the air in the room seemed a lot thicker than it was, your knees seemed weak after that one glance at your body. Joel pokes at Sarah with a smirk on his face, Sarah's jaw drops at the teasing comment before nudging Joel.

“Ya'll want a beer er somethin’” looking at the two of you walking into the kitchen and pulling out three beers. You look at Sarah as she grabs one and opens it, Joel holding one up to you waiting for you to grab it. Sarah rolls her eyes while opening her mouth to speak “She doesn't drink she's too good for it, apparently”. Joel's face looks shocked at the comment.

“Oh I see you're a good girl, I've been catchin’ Sarah ‘nd her little friends drinking since high school. Rare for Sarah to be friends with such an angel”. You blush at him calling you “Good girl” your thighs squeezing together, you nervously laugh. grabbing the beer anyways “One won't hurt, plus it is a special occasion right?” you say.

Joel smiles along with Sarah “Attagirl” he whispered loud enough for you to notice his deep rough Texas accent, it weakens your knees even more, adding even more blush to your face. You take a sip of your beer. Sarah stands up clearing her throat, before walking to the stairs near the kitchen “This is nice Dad, but we should get unpacked. I'm exhausted from the drive here I'm heading to bed”.

You stand up and follow her lead upstairs. “Thank you um for the beer Mr. Miller” you awkwardly say before going up the stairs, he walks to the last step so you both could hear him “see ya girls.” Watching you go upstairs, just to take a peek at your ass. Sarah shows you to your room.

“I gave you the guest room thought you might want some space, to study and stuff since you're weird like that”. Walking to her room she whispers to herself “Who studies on a break” She laughs at her own words. You open the door as you hear Joel come up the stairs, approaching behind you before putting his hand on the knob on the door next to your room, for the time being. “I'm next door if ya need anythin’ holler.”

You smile at him and nod “Thanks mr miller”. You take one step in before Joel speaks “Please its Joel no need to be so shy darlin’”.

you close the door, sitting on the bed not bothering to unpack .“Joel Joel Joel” you think to yourself while putting on your pajama shorts and a top, a nice ring to it very moanable.

Fuck. Why are you already thinking this, you get in bed and try to go to sleep. He's all you can think about for hours, it's now 2:30 am you've been laying there for three hours trying to get him off your mind, occasionally going on your phone to distract yourself.

it doesn't work. You get up and tip-toe downstairs knowing how much of a light sleeper Sarah is trying not to disturb her sleep, you walk into the dark kitchen grabbing a glass of water, and sip it while leaning on the counter.

You hear the backdoor slide open and you jump, you see Joel walk in smelling like cigarettes and whiskey. Standing across from you, looking you up and down again this time slower, getting a mental picture of your body. His voice cuts through the air “Can't sleep?” you look up at his eyes.

“Yeah summers in texas make me lose any sort of sleep schedule at all” giggling quietly, adding “I'm from up more north just came here for college”. Turning around to put your glass in the sink, you can feel his eyes staring at your ass.

“Is that why you wear that lil skimpy pj set darlin, er just tryin’ to get my attention?”. You turn around with a blush covering your cheeks, stumbling on your words “Um I don't know Mr. Miller”. He steps closer to you holding your waist now “I told ya darlin’ call me Joel.”

He says sternly before leaning into your neck and kissing it. The kiss made your knees weak and your panties wet you whimper. “Yes Joel” is all you mutter out. He kisses up your neck to your jaw then pulls back to stare at your face, then your lips.

“fuck you are somethin’ to see, making me do shit I shouldn’t, ya arent the good girl I thought ya were”.

Biting his lip like he's trying to hold himself back before plunging his lips against yours kissing you roughly, holding your jaw to open your mouth to let him in, kissing you deeper and rougher. He pulls back for air then pushes you against him tightly, connecting your lips to his again.

You can feel the hardness in his pants begging to be in you and his wet tongue all in your mouth. You wrap your arms around this thick figure, the front door opens a voice walks towards the kitchen.

“Fuck man. Worse shift ever they had me doing the most, useless shit-“. He cuts off his train of thought, as he sees two figures in the dark kitchen. Joel pulled away and leaned against the island across from you, hiding the bulge in his pants staring at him with a frustrated look in his eyes.

Tommy looks at your pushed-down pajama shirt strap, then Joel's blushed cheeks. “My my who is this little pretty thing you dragged home, I'm Tommy by the way”. He winks at you and looks you up and down "Oh? There's two of them." you think to yourself.

“.. Joel's brother”. He was handsome and shorter than Joel, younger too. Joel clears his throat and speaks. “She's just Sarah's friend from college”. Looking at Tommy with a dark look, Tommy gets the vibe to get the fuck upstairs and stop bothering you.

“She was just going upstairs right darlin’”. "Fuck" you think to yourself, walking past Tommy. He watches you go up the stairs to look at your ass…Smiling to yourself from all the attention from both brothers. “g’night Sweet thing”

Joel mutters. Walking up to his room leaving Tommy in the kitchen by himself, with a hard-on. You walk into your room and finally go to sleep…

Part two here

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an note! this is my first posted fanfic enjoy:) there will be more chapters to come if this gets any attention. i wrote this months and just decided to post it lmao

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

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♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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aerequets · 2 years

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Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances)

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting, it is 1 AM, i did not reread this even once, i am posting anyways with no thought of any consequences, and i am ready to fight a bear

anyways this is kind of a follow up to 'absence makes the heart grow fonder', but like it can also be read as a standalone, just a few things are mentioned throughout. also the tone of this fic is decidedly different so they really arent connected by more than a few threads LMAO

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Rating: T

He wants to kiss Yor.

It’s a realization that is as sudden as it is horrifying. And, like all important moments in his life, it happens by chance and hits him out of nowhere.

This time, she’s blowing bubbles with Anya as they sit under the shade of a tree at the park. Bond is snapping at the bubbles and Anya is trying to cup one in her hands to no avail. He watches—no, he wasn’t watching, he just happened to be looking in the same direction—as Yor puckers her lips to blow another bubble. A breeze sends the soap backwards instead, though, popping straight onto her mouth. She sputters and wipes her mouth and smacks her lips, grimacing in a way that scrunches her whole face up.

Suddenly he’s very curious about the flavor of soap. Which is a big problem.

Loid is so glad nobody can look into his head, because he would actually die from secondhand embarrassment. Was it secondhand if he was embarrassing himself in his own head? It didn’t matter. He quickly looks away and pulls his hat over his face, surreptitiously hunching his shoulders around his ears. Not a moment later, though, the hat is pulled off his face, and before he can protest he’s squinting up into the devious smirk of a certain first grader.

“You wanna do smoochin’,” Anya says. The sudden influx of sunlight in his face from Anya lifting his hat off his face actually has the side effect of piercing his throat, which is the only reason why he’s suddenly choking on his own spit. He would know—he’s a doctor. “Kissy kissies with Mama.”

“I don’t—what are you saying, ” he hisses, shooting up and snatching his hat back. Sitting up that fast actually assailed his sinuses, which is the only reason why he’s holding his hat up to his face right now and trying to use it as a poor approximation of a ventilator as he wheezes. He glances over to Yor, who is too blessedly distracted with Bond to have heard Anya’s totally unfounded accusations. He ought to get a treat for that dog. When he turns back, Anya looks totally unimpressed and—disappointed? The nerve of this girl!

“You shouldn’t say things like that out of nowhere,” he says after he’s caught his breath. “It could make Yor uncomfortable. Not to mention that it’s false. ”

It’s one thing to admit that he’s maybe more fond of this family than he ought to be, to admit that he’s perhaps a little preoccupied with Yor and thinks about her more than is needed in a way that isn’t purely methodical in nature like it ought to be. It’s another beast entirely to recognize that he wants ‘kissy kissies’ with Yor. He’d rather let that beast eat him alive, if he’s being perfectly honest for once.

If it’s possible at all, Anya’s expression further flattens. She angles her head as if listening to something before suddenly dashing off without another word. He watches her for a second before shrugging. Far be it from him to understand what goes on in her head. He’s just about to recline back again when Bond, in all his fluffy white maelstrom glory, barrels into his chest and knocks him flat onto his back.

“W-whoa! Down, boy!” Bond only barks and licks his face. His tongue gets nearly half of Loid’s face in one go. “Stop that! What’s gotten into you?” Maybe that treat would have to be put on hold.

“Bond, no!” Suddenly the dog’s whole mass is lifted off of him in one go. Yor stands above him like some sort of guardian angel with a giant dog in one hand and bubbles in the other, something which should not be as awe-inducing as it is. She puts Bond down off to the side and crouches down next to him fretfully.

Okay, now he can die of embarrassment. Nothing like your (fake) wife witnessing you lying in the grass with dog slobber on your face to put you six feet under.

“I’m so sorry! I blew a bubble right as the wind picked up and it went your way and Bond went after it and he didn’t stop,” she explains in one breath. “Oh, he really got you. I’ll get a napkin, hold on.” He shuts his eyes when she pulls away, wondering about the logistics of sinking into the ground.

He sits up when he senses her approaching and takes the proffered napkin. “Thank you, Yor.” He wipes down his face, getting his hair for good measure. It ruins the pomade and plasters some hair to his forehead, but he figures he can’t sink much lower than he already has and decides to run a hand through his hair, mussing it out of its meticulous styling. After a moment he notices that Yor has been watching him the whole time with an unusually indecipherable expression on her face. “Is something wrong?”

“Hm?” Her eyes slide down to his mouth when he speaks. He feels a twinge in his belly, but has to remind himself that she’s looking at the copious amounts of slobber on his face and not at, well, him. He scrubs his mouth with vigor, snapping Yor out of her trance. “Oh! Uh—um, there was a little… oh, you got it! Good!” She laughs shrilly before jumping up and running after Anya, who has started to giggle like a cherub from hell.

He sighs and lets the napkin drop by his side. This was ridiculous. How many out of the blue, humiliating realizations did he have to contend with? He couldn’t go on like this, much less put the proper focus required into running Operation Strix. This was completely inefficient and a hindrance to the mission, which was why—

“—I’m requesting another business trip!” He finishes, slightly out of breath. He looks back from his comprehensive 52 slide presentation to Handler, whose expression and body language are both giving off ‘wholly unimpressed’. He still has hope. “Well?”

She takes a long, loud sip of coffee, during which he patiently waits without batting an eye. She finally sighs and sets her cup down. “What are you running from this time, Twilight?”

“Running? What do you mean?”

“I can see the sweat on your face,” Handler snaps. He swipes one sleeve across his forehead. “Goodness, you used to be a much better liar. Couldn’t fool me, but still.”

“Exactly my point,” he stresses. “You see what’s happening to me? I just need a couple weeks to fix myself up and everything will be back on track again.”

“That’s what you said last time. If I remember correctly, you came back from your two week trip more besotted with your family than ever.”

“ Beso— you know what, fine. But that time was different. Now that I know what to expect, it’ll definitely work.”

“I wonder what spurred this,” she muses in response to his pleas. “It must be Yor, am I right?” She watches with thinly veiled amusement as Loid’s ears begin glowing. “Ooh. Don’t tell me your head has come out of your ass since the last time we spoke.”

He throws his hands up. “I’m literally offering to have more work piled onto me. Why are you against this?”

“Have you considered that maybe running away isn’t the way to go?” She asks. “How is feeling things for your family a hindrance to the mission? Spending many weeks away from them seems like more of a hindrance to me.”

“How? How? ” He repeats, flabbergasted. “We can’t afford to feel things for people. We have to leave them all behind eventually. You’re the one that taught me that!”

“Yes, I am. And it’s one of the things I regret most.” She turns to a framed photo on her desk. He’s never looked and doesn’t think it’s his place to ask, not with the wistful smile playing on her lips. “I used to think that feeling things was what sowed pain, and thus weakness. But isn't that why we do this job at all? To make sure others can feel the happiness and safety we weren’t granted?”

“That’s… different,” he protests weakly. Yes, he was fighting to make the world a better place, to let children be children. No, kissing Yor was not going to accomplish that. But there’s no way in hell he can tell Handler that.

The softness melts from her face, leaving the true Fullmetal Lady that all WISE agents fear. “Oh, get over yourself. Go snog your wife or something.”

He knocks over all 52 slides, which he thinks should be further evidence to support his business trip plea, but Handler is unmoved.

…

Since Handler refuses to help him, he has to take things into his own hands. Fine. He’s manned a whole fleet of submarines by himself before—harder than it sounds, if you can believe it—so keeping himself in check around his fake wife should really be nothing. Thus, he enables Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances, pronounced ‘donkey wack’). The rules are simple: don’t kiss her. Ever. And don’t be tempted to kiss her either. Don’t want to kiss her, under any circumstances.

Unless she brings home sunflowers. Apparently that’s some type of limit.

“I saw these at the florist and I couldn’t help myself,” she beams. The flowers are exceptionally well-maintained, but Loid can’t help but think they aren’t really as bright as sunflowers usually are.

Yor’s smile widens and the flowers dull further. Oh.

“We should have a vase somewhere,” he says in order to turn away from her and busy himself in the cabinets. Anya skips up to the doorway and jumps upon seeing the flowers.

“Ooh! What’re those?”

Yor hefts Anya up effortlessly into one arm, angling the sunflowers toward her. “Sunflowers! They’re the happiest flowers.”

“Really?” Anya asks dubiously. At Yor’s nod, she grins and plucks one out of the bouquet. Loid returns at that moment with a vase, which is when Anya takes the opportunity to stick the flower behind his ear.

“What the—?”

“Happiness flower,” Anya says matter-of-factly. “Now you’re happy.”

Loid blinks a couple times before huffing out a laugh. “What are you saying? I was happy before.”

“Happier,” Anya concedes. She turns back to Yor, who is staring at Loid with a wide-eyed look. Anya does the same thing and sticks a flower behind her headband while she’s distracted. “There!” She wriggles until Yor puts her down and pats both of her parents’ legs. “Now you’re happy together. ”

She skips off, singing ‘mission accomplished’ as she goes.

Loid gapes after her, trying not to let his embarrassment show. He’d told her to stop saying those weird things! He quickly slides the flower out of his hair and places it in the vase. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

“Huh? Oh. It’s alright.” Yor follows suit and puts the rest of the flowers in the vase before plucking out the one in her hair. She twiddles it for a few moments before blurting, “It looked nice in your hair.” Then she drops it into the vase and hurries into the living room.

He vaguely remembers telling her that couples complimented each other, and she’d promised to try doing that more in public. She must have been practicing just then. There was no way it was anything else—he’d gotten a tennis-ball sized lump on his chin one time for daring to think otherwise.

He looks down at the vase in his hands. Happiness flower? Well, there certainly was something swelling up in his chest right now. He didn’t appreciate its presence one bit.

…

Okay, so he’d failed to think about the fact that Operation DNKYUAC wasn’t the best in theory, in that he should be able to kiss Yor under some circumstances. Like for their cover. Something that was undoubtedly important and a terribly gross oversight to have.

(If only he’d been given permission for that business trip.)

For heaven’s sake, he was a spy! He’d done far more than kissing before. Kissing is basically child’s play. Knowing all this, however, does not stop his legs from feeling like jelly when his hospital co workers reveal the mistletoe hanging above his and Yor’s heads at the decently large Christmas party they have just arrived at. Yor is wearing the hair pin he’d gotten her in Municht paired with a red wrap dress, which he’s been contending with by pinpointing all of his focus onto her left eyebrow whenever he has to speak to her. That won’t be able to fly now, though. He can feel the nerves taking shape into something vicious under his red dress shirt, suspiciously ulcer-shaped. How had he not thought to prepare for this? He was losing it.

(Again, if only Handler had approved his trip!)

However, his nerves all but evaporate when he turns and sees Yor’s pale face and pursed lips. She’s stiff, hand locked in the crook of his elbow, as she looks out at the sea of unfamiliar faces staring back at them, expectant. She’s uncomfortable.

“Mistletoe?” He says, looking up at the sprig. He lets out a good-natured laugh. “Oh my. Looks like that’s actually holly. The rules don’t apply now, do they?”

“Oh, come on!” The director speaks up. He’s clearly had one drink too many, made evident by his swaying and pointing. “Just kiss your beautiful wife. Or one of us will do it instead!” A chorus of chortles pop up, igniting a rage in Loid’s chest that he isn’t sure he’s keeping off his face. He feels Yor shift beside him and is about to ask her if she wants to leave when he sees something whiz past.

Was that a button?

The button (?) sinks right into the soft part of the director’s throat, causing him to wheeze and hack. His glass slips from his hand and shatters on the floor, splattering wine amidst the gasps and screams of the crowd.

“He’s having an emergency! Get a doctor!”

“That’s any person here, genius! Just hurry!”

Loid watches on, befuddled but not entirely unhappy with the turn of events. Technically, he can alleviate the director’s current breathing issues in no more than four seconds if he really tries, but he doesn’t find himself in any hurry to do so. To his relief, Yor also looks pleased with the fact that the attention is off of them.

“Shall we?” He gestures over to the abandoned refreshments. “I hear they have splendid hors d'oeuvres at these things.”

She bows her head, smiling serenely along with his play. The hairpiece twinkles in the lights overhead and he has to dig his nails into his palm to stop his hand from moving on its own. “I would love to.”

And thus, Operation DNKYUAC lives another day. Barely.

(Later, he notices a missing button from his cuff. How odd.)

…

“I’m going to stay up tonight!” Anya announces at 6 PM. “I’m going to watch the whole world change and you can’t stop me!”

“Sure,” Loid nods.

“Of course,” Yor chirps.

Anya narrows her eyes suspiciously, but their minds reveal no scheming plans.

“For real?”

“If you think you can handle it,” Loid replies. He recognizes the flare of competition in Anya’s eyes as she clenches her fists.

“I can! I will! For world peace!” (Whatever that meant.)

“I’m staying up,” Anya asserts again at 7 PM. Yor sets a cup of cocoa in front of her while Loid flips his newspaper.

“Of course you are.”

“‘M stayin’ up,” Anya maintains, yawning slightly at 8 PM. Bond curls up in the corner and she eyes his fluffy white coat. “Stay up, Bond.”

“Dogs have different perceptions of time. They don’t care about human New Years,” Loid explains as Anya nervously watches Bond yawn and stretch. “So Bond is going to sleep in his fluffy, warm bed now.”

“You can’t fool me,” Anya grumbles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m watching the New-Ears on TV!”

“New Year’s. And I wasn’t trying to fool you,” Loid shrugs.

Yor comes and sits next to a struggling Anya on the floor at 9 PM, resting her head on a knee.

“It’s too bad no programs are on at this time,” she sighs. “That means there’s nothing to watch for three whole hours until the New Year's program.”

Anya is out cold ten minutes later.

Loid lets out a low whistle as he waves a hand in front of Anya’s face. She’s truly out. “How did you do that?”

“I did this at least five times with Yuri,” she giggles. “It’s all about emphasizing the time that’s left.”

They put Anya to bed and clean up, eventually settling on the couch.

“Do you and Yuri usually stay up to welcome the new year?” Loid asks.

“Hmm. For the years in between him falling asleep before midnight and him getting a job, we did do that,” she says, a small smile on her face. “We made resolutions. It was mostly for the sake of having some type of tradition, I guess. What about you?”

At least three of the last ten New Years in his life had been spent dismantling bombs, but he wasn’t about to say that. “I haven’t done this in a while. Most days I’m up past midnight anyways, so it’s not all that different.” The only difference this year was that he didn’t have any late night missions. As if to rub salt in his wound, Handler had told him to take it easy tonight, ‘at home, with the daughter and especially with the wife’. She was a sadist.

“We could make resolutions,” Yor replies offhandedly. At Loid’s silence she goes ramrod straight. “Wait—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume you wanted that kind of tradition, or that you didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts, laughing. “I was just surprised. We should definitely do that. What kind of resolutions did you make with Yuri?”

“Mostly small things. Like, um… I resolve to make a new friend.”

Loid smiles before he can help it. How very like Yor. “That’s a good one. Hm, let’s see… I resolve to take at least one more break per day.”

Yor nods resolutely. “That’s good for your health. Let’s see…”

They go back and forth like that with resolutions, getting caught up in conversation and unaware of how much time has passed until the clock chimes half past eleven.

“Oh my goodness,” Yor says, startled as she blinks up at the clock. “I had no idea this much time had passed!”

“Time flies,” Loid agrees. “Maybe we should have written our resolutions down. We said too many.” He expects Yor to laugh, but instead a pensive look crosses her face. “Yor?”

“Actually… I have one that’s been weighing on my mind a bit,” she admits, shifting to face him on the couch. She fiddles with the hem of her sweater. “Uh, do you remember that Christmas party last week?”

He’s immediately on alert. “Is that still bothering you? I had a strict word with the director the next day about what he said. If you want, you can come to the hospital yourself and—”

“N-no!” Yor interrupts, rushed. “I mean, that’s—well, thank you. That was a little uncomfortable, but more than that…” She hangs her head. “I wish I wasn’t so… bad at the physical affection thing.”

He blinks. “What?”

“I mean…” Her face is heating up. “The mistletoe is common at a Christmas party. And couples are expected to kiss. If I wasn’t so bad at k-kissing, I wouldn’t have had to throw that button and cause such a mess.”

“Yor, it isn’t—wait, that button was you?”

“My point is, I resolve to…” She squeezes her hands together, face impossibly red. “To get better at the whole physical affection thing. In public, for our cover,” she adds on. “I don’t want to be a burden on our arrangement just because I get so flustered.”

“Yor…” His heart isn’t his anymore, instead threatening to burst out of his chest. Remember Operation DNKYUAC, he scolds himself, although he can’t really take it seriously when it sounds like he’s just repeating ‘donkey wack’ over and over again. She’s only doing this for their cover; out of a need to fit in with societal standards of what a couple should do. No other reason. That thought is the one that sobers him. “You are never a burden just because you have limits. You don’t have to force yourself to do something you don’t want to. We can always do other things to show people we are a loving couple.”

“But—” Her eyes dart between his. He feels both out of his depth and like he is in incredible danger, so he tries the left eyebrow thing again. It backfires when she leans in and looks at him imploringly. “What if I do want to?”

The air leaves him. “Want to what?” He croaks.

The countdown starts on the TV, startling them both. As the seconds tick down, Yor seems to mull something over before abruptly leaning in and pecking his lips. Tinny cheers sound from the TV speakers along with choruses of ‘Happy New Years’ and the blast of fireworks outside.

The kiss, like the peck on his cheek from when she’d seen him off on the train, is short and over before he can blink. But there’s no being normal about this. His brain is fried.

From a peck. He should be more devastated about the fact that there exists a person that can undo him with a peck, but the only thing he feels right now is the sense that he’s a balloon cut free. Something is floating in his mind, pinging at the corners, and he’s silent as he struggles to hold it down and give it a name.

Yor stares at him for a few seconds before her hands slowly come up to cover her mouth. “Oh my gosh. Oh my—oh no. Oh nonono.” She leans back on her haunches. “I—I thought the courage would last into the new year too,” she whispers to herself. Loid vaguely registers it over the din of his own brain buzzing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just ignore that—”

“Yor,” he says. He leans forward, the couch dipping, and brings both of his hands to the sides of her face, threading his fingers through her hair. Her pupils blow wide. “Open your mouth a little bit.”

“Huh?” Her lips part and his gaze is drawn to her mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you with your resolution,” he says, “to get better at the physical affection thing.” Then he tilts his head and closes the gap.

So, Operation DNKYUAC fails miserably. And fails again. And again. He ends up breaking the rules of that operation at least fifteen consecutive times, but whatever. It was a failing operation from the start, with a stupid sounding name to boot.

But still—maybe he should start another Operation. Operation DNKYMTINBTYWHLOHTYCH (Do Not Kiss Yor More Than Is Necessary Because Then You Will Have Lots Of Hickeys That You Can’t Hide).

Another failing Operation. But a guy could try.

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FAIRYTALES ARENT REAL

genre. brief fluff. angst. prince au. warnings. angst. lack of communication maybe? pairing. prince!joshua x fem!reader. wc. 1.8k. a/n mostly based on this look from the dream mv. credits to @shuatonin for the gif (it's gorgeous), also this turned out a lot longer than i thought lol.

“You’ll ask me to dance at the ball tomorrow, right?” You said happily, smelling one of the fragrant roses in the palace garden. Joshua tailed behind you, nerves building up in the pit of his stomach the longer he spent with you, but fortunately, you didn’t seem to notice.

“Of course.” He smiled and you turned around to look at him. He could only see pure love and joy in your face, and it made him all the more guilty.

He shouldn’t have even let this go on for this long and given you false hope. There was just no way a prince like him could end up with someone like you. You weren’t poor, but you were of the middle class, high enough to maybe marry a palace official or guard, but certainly not a member of the royal family. No one would allow it.

Joshua was glad that you didn’t seem to catch onto his anxiousness, nor did you know that he was partially lying to try to spare your heartbreak. Though, maybe that was a bad thing, Joshua thought. Maybe it would be better to break it to you now so you would at least hear it from him instead of his actions. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of possible ways the upcoming ball could go and what the best thing to do was.

He pictured you walking through the doors with your gorgeous smile, adorning an elegant ball gown and looking more radiant than ever. He saw himself walking towards you, masquerade mask on just for show. It wouldn’t do much, as everyone there would already know who he was. Who could miss the crown prince anywhere? He would take your hand and lead you to the centre of the room, the music would play, and he would start dancing with you with everyone watching. They would watch as he ended the dance with a dip and then kissed you. Then there would be cheers from the crowd and aww’s as everyone saw how good you looked by his side. He would look up to the throne and see his father smile as well, giving him an affirmative nod.

But, no. That was all laughably unrealistic. Only in fairytales would something like that happen. Joshua sighed. If only his dreamlike sequence of the ball could become reality. He desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world. But he wasn’t naive enough to think it was an actual possibility. He wasn’t being pessimistic, he was just being sensible, he told himself.

“-Shua?”

“Huh?” He shook off his thoughts and looked up again, putting on a smile as best he could. You only called him by that nickname when you really wanted to get his attention. He hadn’t ever told you, but he felt as if he fell in love with you all over again whenever you said it.

“You were really stuck in your thoughts just then, weren’t you? I called you like 5 times.” You smiled amusingly, finding him to be the cutest in the world, especially when his face was scrunched up in thought, lips pouting slightly as if they were begging to be kissed.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” Joshua fiddled with his fingers, a nervous habit that he had developed since he was little.

“What were you thinking about?”

There it was. The question that made Joshua’s heart drop. He couldn’t possibly tell you. He wasn’t strong enough to watch your hopes be crushed. He didn’t want to tell you that you couldn’t be with him, that he couldn’t have you no matter how hard he wished he could. He wasn’t ready.

Joshua glanced through an opening in the hedge, feeling relieved as he spotted some guards patrolling the gardens on the other side. He grabbed your hand and quickly ducked behind another hedge. You knew the drill by now and didn’t question it. Joshua hoped that your question would also be left forgotten as you both waited in silence for the guards to pass.

Joshua peeked out from behind the hedge, pretending to spy on where the guards were at, even though they weren’t going to come close to where you and Joshua were hiding.

“Were they coming this way?” You asked in a whisper, hand still holding Joshua’s tightly.

He nodded, peering over the hedge one more time. “They’re gone now.” He lied, standing up cautiously. You stood up as well, sighing and picking at one of the details of your sundress.

“I should probably go.” You said. You always knew you had to leave if the guards were ever nearby.

As you said those words, Joshua felt as if a piece of him died. Tomorrow was the ball, which meant that this was the last time he would see you. At least, it was the last time he would see you with the freedom to express how much he loved you. As soon as you left his sight, that freedom would leave with you and never come back to him.

He quickly hugged you to his chest, holding you tightly in his arms. You were confused, but hugged him back, pressing your cheek against his chest and feeling his heartbeat, which was beating at a rapid pace.

“Y/n.” Joshua started, tone serious which was unusual for him.

“Hm?” You glanced over his face, taking note of his watery eyes and the creases on his forehead from stress. You had no idea why he was so anxious all of a sudden, but you could pick up on it easily.

“Nevermind, it’s nothing.” He mumbled, smiling again. Then he leant down and kissed you, soft plush lips mingling with your own. “You should go now.” He told you, sighing. You nodded and broke the hug first, kissing him quickly on the cheek again before finally stepping back. You walked backwards to look at him for as long as you could, waving and smiling widely.

As soon as you were out of sight, Joshua let the first tears slip out. He stumbled, eyesight blurring from the water, and eventually sat on the ground, back resting against one of the hedges. He sat there until the sun went down to rest and the moon rose only to be blanketed by clouds. Still, a single ray shone beside him as if it was shielding him from his loneliness.

It was an hour until the ball, and the palace was bustling with people. Servants were running around getting the final touches ready, officials were patrolling the outside and Joshua was in the very centre of it all. He had to direct everyone along with the help of Seungkwan, his party planner.

“How close are we to being done?”

“About 94% done, your highness.” Seungkwan replied after looking over his list.

“Okay, good. You think you can handle it from here without me?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“You don’t have to keep calling me that, Seungkwan. We’re friends.” Joshua urged. Seungkwan nodded as Joshua walked off to his seat.

He sat on his throne, feeling more sick the longer it went on. He remembered his father’s words to single out the princess from the neighbouring kingdom and dance with her at this ball. If all went well, a marriage proposal would be on its way, and the two kingdoms would become stronger by marrying their heirs.

He sat quietly until guests began to shuffle into the ballroom, big poofy dresses and shimmering suits filling up the large area rather quickly. Joshua retreated to one of the corners, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of you before he broke your heart.

And he spotted you almost immediately, in an elegant black gown. His breath was caught in his throat and he was thankful for the mask he was wearing concealing the tears that would inevitably fall again. His heart broke for the third time in the last 24 hours as he saw your gorgeous smile and eyes searching the room, searching for him.

He stepped into a deserted room and wiped his eyes, pulling himself together. No one could know that the prince wasn’t in love with his future bride. He walked back up to the top of the room where the thrones were, standing by his father’s right hand and breathing steadily, emotions going numb.

You were approached by a surprising number of people, all commenting on how pretty you looked. You thanked each one of them whole-heartedly. An especially pretty lady came up to you, smiling friendly and striking conversation. As you examined her face, you were sure she was at least 10 times prettier than you were.

“Your dress is stunning, what dressmaker made it?”

“Langston.” You replied eagerly, “Who did yours? You look absolutely beautiful in it.” You said in awe of the golden gown she wore, hugging her figure perfectly and complementing her skin tone.

“Keswick from the neighbouring kingdom. I’m from there, you see.” She smiled sweetly.

“Oh! I see. I hope you enjoy your visit here.”

You waited next to the lady, talking with her as you waited for the dance to begin. You learned her name was Viola, and that she was a princess from the closest kingdom. No wonder she was so pretty.

Soon, the entry music came to a close, and all the guests turned their attention to the front of the room, eyes landing on the king, and next to him, the crown prince.

The king made a short speech, and then Joshua said a few words before stepping down into the crowd to choose his dance partner and also the future princess. You exhaled, preparing to dance in front of so many people. It was anxiety-inducing to say the least, but you were up for the task.

You watched him walk towards you, mannerisms much more serious and princelike than when he was ever alone with you. He stopped in front of you, and with a smile held out a hand.

“May I have this dance?” Those beautiful, fairytale words. The words that broke your heart.

In the flash of an eye, Viola was the one up there in the centre of the room, not you. Viola was the one waltzing to harmonious music with your prince, not you. And Viola was the one who he so gracefully dipped, pressing a kiss to her lips soon after, cheers and clapping following.

You couldn’t do a single thing but stand there and fake a smile that wouldn’t last for long, as it was soon replaced by tears. But not even half of your pain was for you. If this is how much you were hurt by it, you were sure Joshua was even more hurt, and he had been for a while you could only guess.

You should have known fairytales were too good to be true.

↳ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @ddeonudepressions,, @hannahsophie0103,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast

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cheddarkit · 4 months

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since its not usually brought up much, heres some things that therians experience (not all, ofc) that arent all cutesy and fun

1. the want to scent mark -claiming territory is something that a lot of animals do and its not the most pleasant urge, esp to deal with. not everyone even can deal with it, the urge to mark territory can be really strong sometimes. personally, i rub my face on furniture and items and stuff to claim it as mine, ive seen people use scented sprays to mark territory in a non-harmful and "acceptable" way

2. being scavengers -the urge to eat roadkill. the desire to sink your teeth into and consume dead animals found in the woods, on roads, ect.

3. being predators -wanting to hunt or eat the animals you see. birds in the yard, small snakes and rats and mice, ect. this, unfortunately, can and does include pets at times.

please know we dont act on these and a want to hurt an animal is an intrusive or impulsive thought and isnt acted on. DO NOT ABUSE, HARM, OR KILL ANIMALS, WILD OR DOMESTIC, JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE A THERIAN. ITS NOT OKAY.

these thoughts are experienced by most therians at some point (predator therians, carnivores and stuff, esp higher up on the food chain ones) and it can even go towards humans. THATS THE THING. WE ARE ANIMALS. these are URGES and THOUGHTS and we KNOW AND UNDERSTAND THEY ARE WRONG. we would absolutely never harm an animal and anyone who does is not a friend of this community.

4. actually responding like an animal -by this i mean growling at people in public when you feel threatened. sometimes it literally is involuntary. scrunching up your nose in a "snarl" is something ive done / do and it isnt fun bc its noticeable !!!!! and hard to explain

please, please add on to this with experiences of your own. therianthropy can be a lovely thing, but it isnt all fun and games.

#therian #therianthropy #therian things #fox kin #fox therian #foxkin

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safetycar-restart · 10 months

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Ever since this was brought up in a head cannon I cannon stop thinking about it !!! Arthur falling super deep into little space after waking up with you somewhere in the apartment and just crying out ‘ mama ’ while scrunched up on the bed in between the comforters and the pillows. Agitated because he just woke up and his mama isn’t there.

You know i don't think we've ever actually discussed little!arthur before? At least, not much. Honestly i think i would love to discuss more arthur in general, it think arthur, logan and Mick are the three i would love to write more of at the moment. Anyway, little!arthur time!

Firstly, i think arthur is a very happy little, but he regresses very young? He's near the same age as George when he regresses, but he's SUCH a happy little. He's always giggling and smiling, making happy little squeals when you give him his bottle or his toys.

However, the caveat is that you have to be there. If he can see you, then he's VERY happy. But the moment he can't see you? Tears. He just dissolves into tears.

If any other caregivers try to help, he'l be the most fussy little in existence, refusing all his bottles and changes, crying and whining and not even allowing the person to cuddle him. He'll just be in the worst mood ever until you arrive.

But the moment you walk through the door, he's all smiles, like a completely different person.

I also like the idea of arthur often waking up in littlespace? It tends to happen when you and him go to bed together and have no plans the next day. It's like arthur's mind knows that he'll be safe with you the next day so he wakes up in littlespace.

So when he wakes deep in littlespace, it's not surprising. He immediately turns over in bed, getting caught in the blankets and whining a little. He whines even more when he doesn't immediately feel you untangling him from the blankets. He looks around then, realising that you arent in the room and tears starting welling in his eyes.

Where are you?? Why arent you here? He doesn't understand!

He doesn't consider the fact that you could have gotten up and be somewhere else in the apartment. To him, you arent in the room with him right now so you arent anywhere.

He starts crying, whining 'mama' over and over again. He's so sad, so lost and confused.

He tries to get up, but he's still tangled in the blankets! He falls right back down and just grabs onto your pillow. He holds it tight and cries his eyes out, mumbling 'mama' cause he needs his mama! He needs you to come and kiss his forehead and put a diaper on him for him and change him into his comfy PJs. He can't do those things himself!! He's far too small.

Maybe you're in the kitchen, just tidying up and maybe even setting up some stuff to make breakfast with arthur? You expect him to wake up little, and you know how much little!arthur loves watching you cook (he's too small to help, but he can sit on the floor with a blankie and watch!!).

You pop your head into the bedroom to see if he's up yet, and your heart just breaks to see that arthur is sobbing in bed. When you call his name, his head shoots up and you see how there's tear tracks all over his face and his eyes are bright red.

'Mama!!" he calls, sitting up and trying to scramble out of bed to reach you. But he's tangled in the blankets and he's so uncoordinated so he doesn't even manage to get off the bed.

"Mama?" he calls again, voice softer. He's confused. He tried to reach you and now he's stuck!

You quickly run to him, sitting on the bed and pulling him into your arms for cuddles. He relaxes the moment he's in your arms. He doesn't even cling to you, because his mama would never leave him, that he knows.

You get him ready then, putting a diaper on him and his comfy PJs and washing his face to get rid of the tear tracks. You then ask if he wants to come watch you make breakfast, and his whole face lights up!

"Mama cook?" he asks, smiling so wide, "for arthur?"

You nod, kissing his forehead.

He's so happy then, watching you cook and getting fed little pieces of blueberries and strawberries while you're busy.

He eventually comes out of littlespace in the late afternoon, and he's so much more relaxed, so nice and happy and naturally still demanding cuddles.

#little!arthur #little!driver/rider #al #f!reader #soft soft vibes

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butimjustaliar · 7 months

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currently watching red white and royal blue despite the fact that i was initially very put off by the 30y/o cast, anyways, i think the casting works for the most part since their age isnt specified so i'm just kind of pretending they're 30 and it works out, but i think for some scenes it just literally doesnt work AT ALL.

anyways here's a list of scenes that (dont) work when pretending the characters are thirty instead of twenty (sorry i might have gotten less and less constructive the further i got)

the wedding: absolutely, the fact that their frontal lobes are supposed to befully developed makes this ten times funnier

staging photos and interview: absolutely, they arent sassy bc they are young and dont know any better, they are fully aware of what they are doing

broom closted of children's hospital: ehhhh, hard no, why are you awkwardky scrambling around on the floor??? you are not hormonal teens, get yourself together. also Alex being upset about sth so small is kind of giving frontal lobe not developed & insecure

new years party: neutral territory, dont have too many feeling about that

kiss at new years, specifically their facial expressions and body language: what inspired this list. frankly, horrible. they kiss with henry scrunching up his shoulders like he's trying to hide the fact he has a neck and alex not even touching him???? it looks like a bad kiss, and tbh at 30 i'd hope to kiss better than that ngl. replaying the scene and omg it's horrible. would make significantly more sense with younger actors bc what is this

Alex talking to Nora after the kiss: again, i think this isnt too bad, his outfit is truly horrendous, the concept of data analyst and dating henry's friend makes more sense when they are older anyway bc otherwise there'd be an age gap somewhere. dialogue wonky, bc her monologue about the signs he missed about himself, ooof. or maybe i'm just overestimating how self aware 30 year olds are

meeting prime minister and such: perfectly valid. hilarious.

(why are they suddenly making out, i'm ace, be considerate and fucking stop, jesus christ always with these horny people)

(post) make out (talk): fine ig

dinner in paris: yuppppp, works amazingly.

why tf are they being horny again? did i mention i'm ace? wtf is this stop petting each other what the hell i truly dont understand physical affaction

alex talking to his mom: hmmm, dont know, it's kind of weird to have a 30 year old that involved in his moms life. the discussion is kind of giving teen discussing with parent but also maybe i'm wrong and also i dont have that much experience with being son of the president

alex in texas: dressed like baseball dad. yes. regardless, the dialogue (their texts) is HORRENDOUS WHOA. PLS STOP.

wow they are desperately making out again. is it rlly like that when u're not ace? jesus

also zahra finding henry in the closet is fucking hilarious omg. comedy gold. top tier.

LITTLE LORD FUCKLEROY

coming out to mom: very cute, but calling it badky written and unrealistic bc my mum would never hold me in her arms like that and i'm bitter.

holiday: love it. horrible karaoke, and before you say it, i'm talking simoutanliously simultaneously (god bless auto correct) not good enough to be great but also not bad enough to be entertaining. flavourless.

alex has more boobs than i have which is very affirming for my non existent gender, thanks for the community service, i appreciate it

wow is henry trying to drown himself? bc same

12/10 for relatability regarding not being able to handle people showing any kind of affection

henry on a royal walk post break up: urghhhh, no. who tf realizes the momarchy is stupid at thirty. yeah better late than never but no fuck the monarchy

post break up fight and make up in britain: pretty valid ig, works for all ages i suppose. god i hate henry's accent it's horrendous on a galactical scale

MY LIFE IS THE CROWN, AND YOURS IS POLITICS, AND I WILL NOT TRADE ONE PRISON FOR ANOTHER.

hating the museum voice over. it's very oddly mixed. not an artistic choice i'd make personally

delted this paragraph earlier but i rlly need to get this off my chest, i personally think the actors are very unattractive. no idea why. not a bad thing, but it's been rlly bugging me, bc i feel like they are meant to be attractive, and i see them fitting beauty standards, but i've been thinking maybe they look unattractive bc they tried to make them look younger

THIS MOVIE IS ABOUT AN REVENGE OUTING??? god is not blessing america.

public statement: urghh, tentive no, but i think it's just badly written. again, hating the voice over. what is it with this movie and horrible voice overs?

also their call is giving soap opra why are they acting like they haven't seen each other in two years and thought the other died goodness gracious

meeting, playing piano, chatting: norrrr, dont like it, honestly if you're an unhappy royal in your thirties literally just leave em behind it's not that hard? be a little sure of urself you're not 15 anymore and you haven't been in a long time (in my humble opinion ftfteen should be one of the greatest periods of doubt for a person. all that teenage angst)

british accent so goofy i cant believe that's how initially learned english

talking to some royal highness guy: yeah no, again, any self respecting person with a fully developed frontal lobe would drop the f bomb and leave ("fuck you grandpa, i dont care about the nation, i wanna fuck love this handsome lad. goodbye, farewell, old man")

crowds forming: plot fots better for a coming of age movie, not one about thirty year old dudes

election: fine ig

also the election is soo not that plot relevant, what's the point showing the result? what a whack ass plot point just to then have them go to alex' childhood home? what the hell

in conclusion: very cute movie, horrible writing kind of, but definitely some good moments in there. choice of actors definitely odd, bad in a lot of expected ways, but also not that bad ig. wouldn't rewatch, but would definitely watch compilations of it on youtube bc comedy (it's why i watched it in the first place!)

#red white and royal blue #red white & royal blue #hostmblr #rambles

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vividsekai · 2 years

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them with a stressed s/o who got sick

— [🌸] character/s. kiritani haruka, shiraishi an, asahina mafuyu

contents. FLUFFFY FLUFF HEADCANONS!!! + scenario. bit of angst in mafuyu's part

info. reader attends miyajo in haruka and mafuyu's scenarios but their gender is left ambiguous. word count: 488 (hrk), 423 (an), 533 (mfy)

authors note sorry for dying for like a week... school has been fucking with me so i made these out of indulgence hehe (also mfy might be ooc im sorry im still trying to get a grasp on how to write her) (ALSO ALSO THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME TRYING TO LIKE..... ADD ACTUAL SCENARIOS INTO THE HCS SO IM SORRY IF ANYTHING LOOKS OFF)

worrywart. haruka will notice immediately how you almost stumbled on your feet while the both of you were walking to school together and how you were acting kinda,, out of it?

once you guys are by your seats and she sees you acting more dazed, she'll go up to you and place the back of her palm on your forehead only to see that her intuition was correct.

“[name]? your temperature's rising.. do you want me to bring you to the nurse??”

hence here we are. 7 in the morning. right after the first bell rang. in the nurses office. you're feeling the worst you've ever felt but its bearable because haruka's here by your side

although dont expect her to not scold you for neglecting your health!!! you arent slick in changing the topic yk....../lh

she'll have to go back to attend class but she'll come back once lunch break starts!

leaving a glass of water and the medicine the nurse gave her on the table by your side, haruka looks over her shoulder only to see your scrunched up face staring right back at her. she almost let out a chuckle seeing how you were pouting while huddling under the covers. sighing, she says “sorry, i cant stay here for too long since i still have to go back to class. dont worry though, ill make sure to write down some notes for you! just message me if you need anything, [name]. ill come back later with some food <3”

and yup, she keeps her end of the promise and brings you a homemade bento!!! yes, one that she made for you beforehand. you have no idea how she'd know that you would forget to bring your lunch but you try to not think about it too much LMAO

while the both of you are eating together, expect the other mmj members to drop by! haruka told them that you felt unwell so minori immediately sprints to the nurses office (while also completely losing her sense of direction) with airi trying to stop her from startling you while shizuku and haruka are standing like 🧍🧍 ???? (its okay tho bc minori hands you some snacks as an apology while you're there waving your hands frantically trying to tell her to not worry that much)

overall, haruka will try her best to nurse you back to feeling good!!! she suggests the both of you to visit one of her favorite cafes (the penguin one) so that the both of you could study for tests together and also just wind down for awhile.

once classes are over and you're feeling much better, she'll walk you home and give you a little smooch on the cheek,

“next time, tell me if you're not feeling well okay? the weather's been bad lately, so make sure to warm up. love you!”

and then cue her speed walking away all flustered KSJDJSJSJ

just like haruka, an would notice it immediately. she might be chatting your ear off talking about vbs and how her day was going, but don't think that shes not paying attention to you!! nothing can be hidden from her

after a long, tiring week of back-to-back exams, you just wanted to stay in the comfort of your covers all day. you've been staying up late reviewing your notes for the past couple of weeks since you really needed to ace these tests. adding to that, you had to help your significant other with studying aswell, considering how much she was struggling with understanding some of the lessons. though it wasn't that difficult since the rest of vbs were there to help (excluding akito someone save that man), all the pent up stress from school and your other worries ended up with you overworking yourself. which ended up getting you sick.

you didnt think it was that much of a big deal, telling yourself its gonna go away soon enough, so you just sucked it up and continued on with the week

here comes an shiraishi, your lover, asking you out on a date to celebrate your guys' hard work for making it through the exam! you accepted of course, happy that you get to spend time with her again especially with how busy the both of you were

while the original plan was to go outside and visit all the shops around vivid street, when she realized that you had a fever, she threw that plan out and insisted on just staying inside

let her take care of u!!!! she isnt going to take no for an answer. expect her to be clinging on you for a little while

since it was early in the morning, your parents already left for work so she's gonna take matters into her own hands and make you some food

“[name]~ do you know where the vegetables are stored? im going to make some soup, get a movie on!! i hope you dont mind me borrowing the kitchen for awhile~”

she's really sweet!! she understands how much the stress has been affecting you, so she'll definitely try to find ways to get your mind off of them, even if its for a little while

(bonus, but remember how i said that she would be clinging onto you? yeah, you might have to be the one to nurse her back to good health for the next couple of days. but thats fine!! anything for ur beloved gf)

oh she knows. she noticed before you even realized that something was off. but she doesnt know how to approach you about it

should she be upfront about it? should she wait until you notice? what?????????

it doesn't take that long for her to make a choice though

checking her surroundings to make sure no ones there, mafuyu walks up to you, tugging on your sleeves to catch your attention. “[name]. slow down for a bit. dont...overdo anything.”

“..?”

the confused look on your face made her explain that she noticed that you looked tired lately, and with all of the upcoming tests, she assumed that you felt stressed about school

disgruntled by the sudden confrontation, you end up venting to her about the amount of stress your parents have been putting onto you, plus with all of the other thing you've been struggling with

while mafuyu might not know how to give out the best advice, she'll listen to you. she knows the feeling of being pressured into accepting something unwillingly, so she's going to try and be there for you, even if it might not seem like it. SHES TRYING HER BEST OKAY THATS ALL THAT MATTERS

with this, she would convince you to stay at home for the next few days until you feel better. she wont be able to spend as much time with you (bc her mom is- [TRAIN PASSES BY] ), so for the rest of the day she'll try to stick by your side until you guys have to go home!

past noon, the scarlet-ish sky indicating that the suns going to be down soon. the bell already rang awhile ago, but mafuyu got called over to finish some stuff troubling the committee she's in. she told you to go ahead since it would take her awhile to be done, but you ended up waiting for her anyways. though that might've not been the best idea.. here you are hunched up on the bench, temperature rising with a really bad headache hitting you at the worst time ever. “i should've stayed at home today...”

god heard your prayers and thought "okay i guess thats enough suffering" and boom mafuyu comes out of the room finished with whatever she was doing

turning your head, you see your lover blankly staring at you. a few seconds pass. then that turns to a minute, both of you having a staring contest. eventually, its broken by her asking you why you're all hunched up and you mumble out a response, “nothing.... im just having a headache but it's nothing too bad.” cue her getting some kind of cold-compress for you (out of nowhere???????) and her suggesting to walk you home

the walk there was quiet, but it wasnt awkward. if anything, it was the opposite. you felt at peace and happy at the fact that you got to spend time with her. also, its not like you didnt notice how she discreetly took your hand in hers. not at all hehe

anyways, 10/10!!!!! while it's unlikely, she might try to visit you once her mom's attention is onto something else, but even if shes not there to b with you physically she'll talk to you over the phone while shes coming up with lyrics for the next niigo song :]

#project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #kiritani haruka x reader #haruka x reader #shiraishi an x reader #an x reader #asahina mafuyu x reader #mafuyu x reader #es. writes

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loveu001 · 2 years

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chapter four(might add on to it tmrw.)

Chapter four wc: 2137

What the hell. How did he get out. I thought peter said he was in jail. Did he get released? What the fuck is happening. You start to shake.

Tears are forming in your eyes. “What do you want?” peter questions. You can tell hes angry. But you dont know what hes gonna do next. Thats what terrifies you. Mark might kill peter. You dont know what will happen.

“I just want to talk okay?” he replies. You dont believe that for one second. Why would they want to talk. Peter looks back at you and whispers, “go wait in the car.” You gulp and start shaking even worse than before. “I SAID GET IN THE CAR.” he shouts.

You tremble in fear and nod. You walk to the car. Mark tries to follow you but peter stops him. “Nuh-uh-uh mister. Stay right there. Why dont we take this somewhere.. More private” You finally reach the car and fumble with the keys trying to find the car key. When you finally find it, you open the car door, your hands shaking.

You get in the back seat and cover your ears. What if he kills peter? You gulp and look up through the window and they arent there! You start to sweat in fear. What the fuck. Why are they doing this? Do they wanna be put in jail?

You lay back in the back seat and fall asleep. You wake up to a knock on the window. Your eyes shot open and you get up. “Hey, y/n its just me” he chuckles. Your unlock the door. Its peter. “Wheres mark?” you ask. He shrugs, “he ran away when i threatened him.” he lies.

You look down and see what looks like blood on his pants. You scrunch up your eyebrows and question, “erm peter?” “yes sweetheart?” “whats that blood.. Doing on your cpants..?” He starts laughing and replies, “oh! Me and your ex boyfriend just got into a little.. ‘scuffle’."

You shrug and think to yourself, i guess that explains it. You get in the car and start driving. “So..” you say while popping a stick of gum in your mouth, “what do you want to do today?”

You keep your eyes on the road, “uhm i was thinking we could go see a movie at the movie theaters today? I was thinking of seeing friday the thirteenth. ORRRR we could possibly go to your house for a movie? I had thrown all my movies out when i was going through them because i had watched all of them like a thousand times.” he chuckles.

I mean you had some movies at your house so of course you had agreed to him driving over to your house for a movie. Its cheaper also, so you both agreed to that suggestion. “Of course!! Lets just drive by my apartment!!” you reply joyfully.

Your house wasnt that far. It was literally right down the street from the lab. That wasnt intended, you had moved in the apartment before you had even knew about the lab or got your job there. Funny coincidence,.

When you had arrived at the apartment, you unlock the door to your unit. “Its kinda funny how ive never been inside your house the years that we have known each other!” he exclaims.

You two were walking to your room til you were a loud bang. His head immediately turned to where the noise came from. It came from your kitchen. ‘What was that..” your voice shaking. He looks you in the eyes and replies, “ill go check it out. Stay here sweetheart..” he gives you a kiss on the cheek and goes to check behind the kitchen counter. “Whos there?” he shouts, making your cat run from behind the counter. “Oh old lady! Ive been looking for you for days!! You must have been hiding from him.!!” you talk in a baby voice to your cat. You had called her old lady because she was six or seven when you had gotten her at a shelter.

She was just the sweetest cat you had ever had. She was caring like an old lady. Just reminded you of one. She was an old lady. You kneeled down to pick her up and peter kneels down also to pet her and whispers, “i didnt know you had a cat!” You look at him while petting your cat and respond, “i have had her for a year. Shes the sweetest little thing..I love her so much..” He smirks and jokes, “so you love me as much as her?” you both start laughing and you reply, “noo- i do love you a lot though..” you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips.

You start to unbutton his shirt while staring into his eyes intimately. “Do you really want to do this?” he questions. You grinned and replied, “do what?” You were teasing him. You knew what would happen tonight, you knew full well.

He continues to kiss you softly on your neck, pressed up against the kitchen counter. You let out quiet moans and whimpers whilst he gives you sloppy love bites and kisses. “You know what I mean.” he says, his voice low and raspy.

Your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You lead him to your room, not even worrying about which movie you two were going to watch. That wasnt even on your mind. Not on either of your minds. You fall back on the bed.

Youve never had penetrative sex with peter before so he was trying to be as gentle as possible. Hes on top of you. His soft, warm lips on yours. His hands in your hair. His hair smelled of vanilla cupcakes. He trailed his fingers down your neck and started to softly kiss your neck.

Whimpers and soft moans exiting your lips. He stops leaving kisses on your neck and looks into your eyes. “Baby.. i cant hear those beautiful whimpers coming out of those pretty lips. Tell me if you would like me to stop. Okay my lovee?” he asks. You nod in agreement and reply, “o- -okay..” he continues to cover your neck with kisses.

He moves down to your collarbone. He begins to start leaving soft, gentle kisses on your collar bone. You moan softly as he is kissing hard on your collarbone.

He looks up at you and whispers, “oh does my beautiful princess like when i kiss her.. I know you do my love. Now why dont you remove your shirt like a girl for me. Okay?” You grinned and remove your shirt like he said, revealing your chest. He starts to kiss your breasts. “You have such a beautiful body sweetheart. Just for me.” You put your arms behind your back trying to unbuckle it, but your living room phone starts ringing. You groan and say, “its probably nothing. Let me go check.” You slip your shirt on and walk to the living room. You pick up the phone.

[hello?]

[is this y/n]

[yes? Why? who is this?]

[i was calling to inform you that Dr Brenner would like you to come to the lab immediately.]

You scrunch up your eyebrows in confusion. What the hell does he want? [yeah.. Did he tell you.. Why?]

[no sorry miss! He just asked me to call you to inform you about this.]

[oh-- ill be there as soon as i can!!}

You groan and start to put your shoes back on. Hopefully he doesnt want you to work overtime. Peter looks out the door and shouts, not knowing if you could hear him or not. “HUN, WHERE ARE YOU HEADED TO?” you walk back into your room and answer, “i got a call saying that brenner wanted to discuss something..” He looks at you like he is confused. “Bout what?” You shrug, “i dont know. They didnt say.” He looks worried. “Do you want me to come with you? Its probably nothing though” You smile, “please.. Im kind of worried. Brenner never ever calls me at 8:40 pm on a day off.. Its off.”

You both walk out to his car and you get into the passenger side this time. You look at him and sigh, “im kinda sad that we didnt get to finish..i hope we could do it another time though.” He puts his hand on yours, “its okay! Dont worry about it. Ill get you a present..” The lab was about a 4 or 6 minute drive from your apartment. Not that far.

As soon as you guys reached the lab, it was practically pitch black outside. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and tells you, “its gonna be alright. Like i said, probably nothing my love. Dont stress about it.”

You grinn and whisper, “thank you peter..” You walk into the lab and there is brenner..and what looks like diana (one of the other workers.) Brenner looks pissed. You gulp. Diana.. Is crying? You and 001 make eye contact and shrug not knowing why she is crying. “YN can i speak to you alone. I am very frustrated with you.” You gulp again and nod. You have a bad feeling about this.

You follow brenner and two other workers into this small room. Youve seen 001 in this room before.. You couldnt remember what they were doing to him but he was screaming in pain. “Sit please.” he says. You could hear the anger in his voice.

You nod in agreement and sit in the chair. He stares into your soul it feels like. “Sir what did y-” he cuts you off with a question you did not expect. “Why did you assault diana..” You scrunch your eyebrows in disbelief. “Sir i didnt a-” You feel someone roughly grab your arm, making you stand wobbly.

You see one of the men reach in their back pocket and pull out what looks like a taser. He puts it to your waist and you feel pain all over. You start screaming loudly and tears are rolling down your cheeks. He pulls the taser away from your waist. “So.. why did you assault diana? Are you gonna answer me this time?” You gulp and shake your head side to side frantically.

It hurts so bad to speak. All you manage to get out of your mouth is a ‘ah’ sound. The man puts the taser up against your back, making you fall on your face. You start to think you broke your nose. They pull you back up by your arm. “I swear sir!! I would never do that to diana! You know ive never done anything like that and would never do anything like that!! Please belie-” The door bursts open. You're too weak to lift your head up to see who was in the door way.

Before brenner got the chance to speak the person says, worried, “what the fuck did you do to her!!? Did you kill her?” It was peter. You try to lift your head up but are too weak.

You see one of the men fall to the floor. Their neck snapped. The other falls with him. You almost fall to the floor but peter catches you. “Wake up, wake up, please dont die.. I love you so much.” He walks you out to the car in the exit from the back of the lab.

He gives your face a few soft slaps and you open your eyes. “Oh my god, you are okay! I was so worried.” he puts you in the backseat so you can lay down. “I know how it feels my love..ive been through it too much not to..” he gives you some painkillers he had in his car. “It will ease the pain a little bit. Let's get you home so i can take care of you.” You had fallen asleep in the car on the way home. It wasnt that bad compared to what your ex did. When you had gotten to your apartment, he carried you inside and puts you on your bed. “Ill make you something to eat my love.” He gives you a forehead kiss and walks to the kitchen. He looks in the cabinets and finds some soup. When he finishes heating the soup up, he walks back to your room and sits on your bed with you. “Okay! Its done. Be Careful baby, it's hot.” He scoots next to you on your bed and starts to play with your hair. He takes a handful of your hair and smells it. “You smell so good, princess. I have to go shower.. Want to come with me when you finish it?” you smile and nod.

authors note: i know this is a little short but am running out of ideas..might end it next chapter. love yall

#stranger things 001 #one stranger things #peter ballard #vecna stranger things #001 fluff #001 smut #001 #henry creel #001 stranger things #actors #stranger things #stranger things s4 #fanfic #smut #imagine #female reader

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tearsofsaudade · 2 years

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i love little signs that i know people

i love when my mom shows me the shirt she got for my sister and i can tell her “she wont like the buttons on the sides” and know that its true

i love when i get candy and i automatically set aside the milky ways because i know theyre my friends favorite

i love when i say bless you just before someobe sneezes because they always scrunch their nose up when theyre going to

i love when my brother comes in while im making myself lunch, asks me to make some for him, and i can pull out the extra plate ive already prepared

i love knowing that i know people. it makes me feel like maybe there arent soulmates because our souls are meant to match with more than one person

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dabnyfantown · 3 years

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i need everyone to understand people who experience chronic pain often will save energy by not making any expressions or moving at all when we are in pain - to others it may look like we arent feeling anything or even that we are ignoring you, but really we are in agony. sometimes i feel like i cannot even turn my head, or speak, or think. sometimes i can handle scrolling mindlessly through social media, other times all i can do is stare into space and breathe. i dont scream, or cry, or scrunch my face up.

im in pain every second of every day. severe pain. sometimes it is worse than other times. a lot of the time i am even smiling, or laughing, or maybe doing some light activity with my hands. im still in pain.

there is no way to visibly tell if someone is in pain, or how bad their pain is. it doesnt mean its not real. you want to know how you can tell how bad our pain is?

ask us. and listen.

#chronic pain #chronically ill #this goes for other symptoms as well of course #just believe us #actually disabled #disabilty #crps #endometriosis #fibromyalgia #eds #arthritis #chrons #ibs #pots #spoonie #no spoons

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divineruler · 3 years

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I CAN’T COMPETE ~ Austin Sommers

[when Austin got an idea, nothing else in the world mattered. Not the house, not his health, not even you.]

GENDER NEUTRAL READER - slightly cannon divergent?? Not really but also kind of...

WARNINGS- mentions of disordered eating (NON GRAPHIC), angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff

WORDS- 2.5K

"Austin!" You yelled, pounding your fists on his front door for what felt like the hundredth time. "Austin! You jack-ass, I know you're in there." you tried to peer through the glass window but were met with nothing but a dark entryway. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

This always happened right around this time of year. Austin would drive all the way out here, to the middle of nowhere, and barricade himself in his office till he cranked out another masterpiece. You had no idea how he did it. He was talented, no doubt about that. But he also had to be fucking crazy to keep up this kind of schedule. You would normally be happy for him; I mean, the man was living out his dreams, and nothing made you happier than seeing him succeed. But Austin had a tendency to neglect his physical health when these bouts of inspiration hit. He would work himself to death if someone didn't intervene and slow him down. The last time this happened, he stumbled out of that house four months later, looking white as a ghost, seconds away from collapsing. His trembling bones swimming in his expensive pajama garments. You were seconds away from driving him straight to the hospital, but he assured you he was fine. And, just like every year, within a month of being back home, he was back to his perky self. No more cold, pale skin or purple bags rimming his sleep-deprived eyes. But this year was going to be different. You weren't going to let him go down that road again, not after the last time. He meant too much to you to let him work himself to death. He may be a pretentious ass-hole sometimes, but he was your pretentious ass-hole.

You groaned, digging into your pocket before carefully picking the lock to his front door. A handy skill you picked up after years of chasing that boy around, making sure he stayed out of trouble. You chuckled to yourself as you heard the click of the door unlocking. Austin should probably upgrade his security, but I guess that would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?

You softly shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes at the front mat, and made your way into the house.

"Austin!" You yelled, making your way around to his study. "Aust-" You stopped abruptly, walking into the room. "My God, it's ripe in here-" You said, scrunching up your face as the smell of weed and a very shower-deprived Austin hit you. You see him, his back facing you, sitting on the floor, hunched over his electronic keyboard. "What are you w-"

"SHHHHH" He cut you off before playing a series of disjointed notes on the keyboard. "NO, NO, I JUST FUCKING HAD IT!" He yelled, slamming his fists down on the keys. His keyboard barked back a yelp of dissonant notes. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He yelled, whipping his head around to face you. Your eyes went wide as you took in his form. Skin sheet-white, only contrasted by the deep bags under his eyes. His ribs stuck out under the thin robe pulled over the crest of his bowed shoulders.

"Oh Austin," You said, walking over to him and sitting down in front of him, only his keyboard between you too. "You're not looking so good..."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he snapped as he began digging through the pile of disorganized sheet music around him. "I-I'm doing fine. Great actually. You should hear some of the stuff I've been writing. Oh, baby, I'm going to make millions." He said, an almost evil smile tugging at his lips.

"That's great, Austin! I'm really happy for you. But remember what we talked about? Money is great, but what the hell are we going to do with it all if you arent here, living and breathing, to spend it!" You joked, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. "Your skin is ice cold Austin, are you sure you're feeling okay?" He faltered a bit, and you could see the exhaustion behind his eyes begin to break through. But he quickly regained his erratic composure.

"Yes. I'm fine. Perfect, actually." He repeated, digging through the pile of sheet music around him till he found what he was looking for. "Here, here, listen to this. Tell me it isn't going to be the next Hamilton." His fingers danced across the keys, and he started to hum the melody, only stopping when his fingers slipped. Another bark of disjointed notes knocking him back to reality. "DAMNIT" He yelled, crumbling up the paper and chucking it into a pile of other discarded, balled-up ideas.

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's calm down." You said, placing your hands over his. "You're shaking, my love. I'm worried about you. Maybe you should take a break." He shook his head, pulling his hands away from yours before running them through his hair.

"No. No brakes." He argued, scribbling down a new melody on a new sheet of staff paper. "Sucess doesn't take breaks." You huffed, grabbing the pencil out of his hand.

"Famous last words." You wrestled the notepad out of his hands and flipped the switch to turn his keyboard off. "No. You're done. You are taking a break. You are going to kill yourself, Austin." He groaned as you pulled the notepad from his hands.

"You don't need to helicopter parent me!" He huffed, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself."

"Well, obviously, you can't!" You scoffed, pulling yourself away from Austin's grasp. You started gathering up the loose pieces of paper on the floor, stacking them up neatly. "Austin, you look terrible. When was the last time you ate?" You asked, looking him up and down. You settle on his face; a twinge of worry sparked in your stomach at the sight of his heavy eyes and hollow cheeks. "When was the last time you slept." You place a comforting hand on his shoulder as his facade began to crack, a look of absolute exhaustion settling in his body. He looked up at you, a guilty expression on his face. He looked down, embarrassed, before leaning forward and burying his head in your shoulder.

"I can't do this anymore." He groaned, trembling slightly in your arms. "I'm never going to finish this script." You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed soothing circles on his back

"Shhhh. It's okay." You soothed, "You're not thinking clearly. You need a nap and some food-" You grimaced a bit, being hit with a pungent smell. "But first, you need a shower..." You giggled, pulling away, feeling a little better as a weak smile spread across Austin's face. "Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll make us some lunch. How does that sound?" He sighed, looking around the room at his explosion of sheet music and crumpled up ideas. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before slowly standing up on his wobbly legs. You supported him as he regained his balance and gave him a quick peck on the nose before he made his way into the master bedroom to shower. You sighed in relief as you heard the water turn on.

You wandered into the kitchen, intending to scavenge up something for the two of you to eat. The pantry was unsurprisingly empty, but you managed to find some stale bread in the back corner. The fridge was the same way. Empty, except for a carton of spoiled milk and some slices of cheese. Cheese sandwiches it was! You quickly got to slapping the cheese in between the bread, and before you knew it, lunch was ready. You set the two plates down at the tiny kitchen table. You looked around. The house was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Very modern and quaint, and the view of the forest was relaxing. A perfect place to find inspiration for his work. But the house felt cold and unlived in. Almost felt wasteful to let such a beautiful house go untouched. But when Austin got an idea, nothing else in the world mattered. Not the house, not his health, not even you. It was like he became another person. Once that seed was planted in his brain, there was no stopping him.

You focused back into reality when you heard Austin's footsteps coming down the stairs. You smiled as he entered the kitchen, taking a seat across from you. You giggled, playfully running your fingers through his wet hair from across the table.

"There he is." You laughed, blushing at his embarrassed face. "You're already looking, and smelling, a little bit better." You gave him a sympathetic smile as you looked into his piercing eyes. He still looked like a zombie, deep bags under his eyes and a slight tremor in his bones, but at least the hot water gave his cheeks a slight blush. You pushed the plate with the cheese sandwiches towards him. He looked down, carefully lifting the bread, studying the sandwich before looking back up at you with a pleading expression.

"I-I'm not hungry." He said, sitting back in his chair before pushing the plate back over to you.

"You need to eat, Austin." You slowly placed your hand over his, a twinge of worry spreading through your chest at how cold and clammy his skin was even after his shower. "You won't have the energy to write if you don't take care of yourself." He huffed, avoiding eye contact. "Okay. How about I have half, and you have the other half? I'll take a bite, and then you take a bite. We'll go back and forth till you've finished half of the sandwich." He groaned, running his hands through his damp hair as you cut the sandwich in half diagonally. You grabbed your half, taking a bite before setting it down on the plate and looking over at him. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. "I know you think I'm overbearing, but it's just because I love you. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

"Can I please get back to my work? Time is money!" He said, avoiding eye contact with you. You sighed, sightly frustrated.

"What is going on with you? You're killing yourself, Austin. I'm trying to help you." You said, reaching across the table to softly place your hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. "I can't sit back and watch you do this to yourself. You mean too much to me. I love you, Austin, but I can't compete. This career consumes you and leaves me nothing but the empty shell of the man I used to love. I'm trying to help you, but you're fighting me. I wish you could see how much you mean to me and how much I love you." He doesn't break eye contact with you, doesn't even blink. He just picks up his sandwich and takes another bite of the corner, and another, and another. You smile, moving your hands from his hollow cheeks as you grab your half, following his lead. You feel the weight of your worry slightly lift from your shoulders. He was eating. It may be just half a cheese sandwich, but it was a start. You smiled as he picked up the other sandwich, cutting it in half and finishing it, leaving the other half for you. He grimaced slightly, swallowing the last bite. You placed your hand on him, running your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. You knew this wasn't easy for him to take care of himself, especially when he was in one of these hyperfocused trances. So the fact that he was making an effort was huge.

"Okay. I've showered, ate, now can I-" Austin started before a yawn cut him off. "Now can I-" he yawned again, his eyes watering slightly. "Now, can I get back to work?" He asked. You could see the exhaustion catching up to him, but he was trying hard not to show it. You frowned as he yawned a third time; this time, you could obviously tell how sleep-deprived he was.

"When was the last time you slept?" You asked, still holding his hand gently.

"Good question..." He started. "Um, well, how long have I been out here?" He asked. "Well- that long, I guess." You shook your head, running your thumb over his knuckles again.

"Austin, you can't do that to yours-" You cut yourself off. "I feel like a broken record. You already know what I'm going to say. Next time you think you're going to go down this road again, let me know. I'm going to keep you accountable from now on. This is not happening again; I won't let it." He looked down, nodding his head. "Come on, let's get you all nice and comfy." You stood up, taking his hand. The two of you walked together to the master bedroom, where his huge king bed awaited you. "Austin, this is perfect. I can't believe you've let this bed go untouched the whole time you've been here. I would be living in this thing."

You joked, flopping down in the middle with your arms outstretched. Austin giggled, flopping down next to you. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling into him. "You're perfect." You said planting kisses on the side of his pale face. "Here," You say, pulling back the duvet before getting under the covers, opening your arms wide, prompting Austin to lay down next to you. He smiles shyly, slowly slipping under the covers and into your arms. He rested his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. You ran your fingers through his hair and slowly rubbed his back, trying your best to lul him to sleep. You smiled as he struggled to keep his eyes open, trying desperately to fight the exhaustion. But it finally won as his eyes drifted shut and his breathing leveled. You sighed, finally. It took a bit of work, but you arrived just in time. You held him as he finally submitted to the exhaustion, but not before slowly opening his eyes and looking up at you.

"You know," He started, his words thick with sleep. "I think there is one thing I love more than writing..."

/Please let me know how you guys liked it! You’re feedback is most appreciated/

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sirisuorionblack · 3 years

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Could you please write a sirius x ravenclaw! reader who has dyslexia and struggles a lot with studying but tries to hide it until it becomes overwhelming. After a fight they eventually have to tell sirius that they aren't the typical ravenclaw perfect student, scared that he won't love them anymore etc. I hope that makes sense! Thank you~ 💙

His perfect Ravenclaw

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary - A little something that you have been hiding from the love of your life had come tumbling your lips in one heated argument and you were quite surprised at the reaction.

Warnings - Nothing that I know of but if you find any let me know!

A/N Hello! I loved writing this so much! And I hope it turned out the way you wanted!

You groaned, sliding the thick potions book away from you. Leaning back on your chair, you stared at the ceiling of the library, there were ancient designs on it, each of them more beautiful than the other. It was a calming sight for you now that you have looked up from the dancing letters. Dyslexia. How much you hated it.

Perhaps, the hat found it enjoyable to play with your life, there could be no other reason (or so you thought) for sorting you into Ravenclaw, where students are always known to be intelligent and studious. Your N.E.W.Ts were approaching and you were more than disappointed in yourself when you had skipped classes, those were the only way you could get something inside your brain, however, it was fun being with Sirius Black - your beloved boyfriend. Now, that was another joke the fates played on you, throwing that perfect boy into your chaotic life.

You sighed, maybe, just maybe it would be a good idea if you told him you had dyslexia and by some miracle, he could do something about it. You scoffed, he would leave you the moment he knew you weren’t the perfect Ravenclaw.

“Puppy!” You heard Sirius voice filled with relief and exasperation as he came running to the secluded aisle you were sitting in. “I’ve been searching for you the whole castle and here you are!”

You stood up and looked at him confused, “Why were you looking for me?'“

Sirius was looking at you like he had seen a ghost, blinking as though he was trying to comprehend what was happening, “We-we were-y-you told me you would meet me in the Astronomy Tower,”

You felt the breath leave your lungs as the realisation hit you hard. You were supposed to meet him in the astronomy tower at 6:30 and it was almost 9 now, “Sirius, I am so so so sor-”

“You forgot?” Sirius asked, he looked like a lost puppy. Scared and broken. His grey eyes that usually sparkled with love when he saw you were now a cluster of emotions you had never seen them with - Anger, disappointment and…betrayal.

“Sirius, I am so sorry! Please, please,” You pleaded.

Sirius looked behind you and chuckled humourlessly, “You were studying, weren’t you? Always the perfect Ravenclaw,” he shook his head turning around to leave, not hearing a word from you.

“Sirius,” You rushed after him, “Just-just let me explain, please,”

He gritted his teeth, running a hair through his silky raven hair, “You forgot, puppy, you forgot it, you forgot me. I was waiting there like a fool, thinking that I know you and you would come in five minutes and you never did. You know, after that I was roaming the whole school looking like a maniac, searching for you like stupid because I thought something bad happened to you and-!”

“Mr Black!” Madam Pince hissed. She seemed to have come around the corner after hearing a “noise”, “Both of you, keep quiet,”

“No, Madam Pince, why trouble for you,” He never looked at you, never in your eyes, “I will leave,”

His long strides helped him leave the library within minutes while you had to rush behind him after collecting your belongings, throwing your robes over your shoulder.

When you stepped out of the library there was no one but you, no trail of a boy to ever walk down the corridor. Obviously, you couldn’t be that late, you had completely missed him, that was just nonsense unless he was some sort of a shape-shifting human, which basically is an animagus-

You groaned loudly, clutching your ears as though it was going to block all the thoughts, curling yourself slightly.

“Um, (L/N)?” You heard someone call. You looked up to see Remus and Lily looking at you concernedly. Great, a cherry on top of an already amazing day.

“Are you alright?” Lily asked, looking at you bewildered.

“Never mind about me,” You mumbled, walking past them to…Merlin knows where. Oh, wait!

“Remus!” You turned around, and the said boy turned to look at you, “Did you see Sirius?”

“Uh,” He looked around, “No, why? You guys were supposed to meet, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” You gulped, “Can you tell me if you see him?”

“Is everything alright?” Lily asked.

“I-not exactly,” You mumbled, shifting from one foot to other.

“Oh, dear," Lily sighed, sympathetically, like how a mother would, “we will send him to you when we see him. But you get back to your common room, alright?”

“Uh,” you looked at Remus who chuckled and said, “We will send him to Black lake. But promise you will stay safe, don’t want a furious Sirius running around Hogwarts, do we now?”

You smiled happily, “Thanks and promise!” Before you left to the black lake you could see Lily hitting Remus’ arm and mumbling something.

You waited, hoping Sirius would show up, trusting Remus and Lily’s words, believing he would come like he did for you but this time he did come even if it was almost after 30 minutes of waiting.

“That bloody idiot,” Sirius came, shaking his head like a wet dog.

“Sirius,” You scrambled to your feet.

“What did you want to say to me?” he asked, not smiling, not looking at you.

Your smile fell watching his expression, “I just wanted to say sorry,”

He scoffed, “It’s OK, of course, I mean, I should have known - you are the perfect Ravenclaw, arent you?”

“No, I am not!” You yelled suddenly and after so long he looked at you, it seemed as though he had been crying, “I am not your perfect Ravenclaw! I am not perfect and I am so not fit for being a Ravenclaw, at all!”

You wiped the tears that seemed to have leaked out of your eyes, angrily. Now, you looked away from his prying eyes and chuckled with no emotion, “That’s right, I don’t know why I was sorted into Ravenclaw! It was a mistake a total, stupid mistake! Why would it even put me - a dyslexic moron - in Ravenclaw!?”

You gasped, you said it, you said you had dyslexia to him. You couldn’t do anything, anymore. It all has to come to an end, after all. You dared to take a glance at Sirius who was looking thoroughly surprised, his chest rising and dropping rapidly.

“That’s right, yeah,” you said, bitterly, “I have dyslexia, I am not your perfect Ravenclaw anymore so you can gladly leave me now,”

“Your such an idiot, indeed!” he yelled, startling you. “As if you not being the perfect Ravenclaw is gonna make me leave you. Who do you think I am!?”

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm himself.

He slowly walked towards you until you were barely a foot apart. He took your hands in his, holding them delicately yet tightly allowing the warmth to pass through your connected hands. His eyes were looking intently and apologetically into you all the while his scrunched forehead showed how much he was disappointed in himself, as though he had done a grave mistake.

“Darling, it doesn’t matter to me if you arent the perfect Ravenclaw,” he chuckled, “Do you not know me? I was expected to be a Slytherin, the perfect Black and I am not, yet you love me, don’t you?”

He kissed your hand, “It’s you who I love, it’s (Y/N) (L/N) that I love. And who dare say it was a mistake to sort you in Ravenclaw? It wasn’t a mistake, it could never be. It doesn’t matter if you find it difficult to read, books don’t determine how clever you are, its situations that do and I have found in more than one instance how clever my love is,”

“Oh, puppy,” he sighed, as his hands left yours, instead of cupping your cheeks as you watched him with tear-filled eyes, “You could have told me before, I would have done something,”

You placed your own hands on top of his, “What could you possibly do?”

He chuckled and flicked your forehead lightly, “Don’t underestimate me, puppy. I would bring the stars down if that’s what you want,”

You shook your head, your body acting on its own, leaned closer to him, “Just never leave me,”

Sirius smiled softly, leaning up to press his lips to your forehead, he mumbled against it, “And love you till the end of our lives, no matter what,”

You sighed in relief, feeling all the weight on your shoulder disappearing as you melted in his arms. The two of you let a stray tear escaped your eyes as the embrace filled with love, tightened.

Sirius Black loved you. And you loved him. That was all needed

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