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stylesispunk · 14 days

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'I love you, it's ruining my life'

Joel Miller x f! Reader

part ii

Summary: You get to spend your last night with Joel before he gets married to another woman.

w.c: 4k>

warning: angst, mentions of cheating. No proofreading, messy writing (possibly).

a/n: Well, hello. I wrote this because I had this idea in my head for a few days but now I don't feel like I completely wrote what I wanted. Nevertheless, here is it. Sorry if this is not my best work, but I wrote it in a rush and a part 2 could be possible. There's another fic I'm working on so I hope that's better than this one. Happy reading and I hope to have time soon to be back to writing 💌

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Everyone around you could see it. The dilated pupils, the starry-eyed gaze, and the wide smile when you were with Joel. Everyone could see it, but Joel. You could also feel it, but it was forbidden. Being high over heels for your friend was almost a felony. Joel was your best friend, and he was getting married to another woman.

Your paths crossed the day you moved into your new house. The one next to his. You had gotten a glimpse of him a few times during your first days there. His messy hair and the crease between his eyebrows made him look in distress, running back and forth all the time, which made you want to know about him. A few days later, you learned from a neighbor that Joel was recently widowed with a small baby girl named Sarah, who had become his whole world. And you had gotten to meet him one day when he knocked at your doorstep, disheveled and with puffy eyes, carrying a crying baby girl tightly against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world, which, to him, she undoubtedly was.

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked softly, concern evident in your voice as you noticed the tear tracks on his cheeks.

Joel looked up, startled by the sound of your voice. His tired eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability before he composed himself. "Yeah, sorry, it's been a rough night. Sarah's been fussy, and I just..." His voice trailed off, and he glanced down at his daughter, then took a look at your clothes. You were wearing a strapless black dress, and when he glanced up at you, he almost got his air cut by your gorgeous face.

You were clearly getting ready to go out; after all, you were a young woman living next to his, and as far as he could tell, you were single.

“I’m sorry, you... You are leaving. I don’t know why I came here,” he said.

Without hesitation and ignoring Joel’s words, you reached out and gently rubbed the baby’s back, trying to soothe her. "Would you like to come in?" you offered, gesturing to the warmth and comfort of your home.

Joel hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, before he nodded gratefully. Stepping inside, he seemed to relax slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sank into the nearest chair. You followed suit, sitting across from him and offering a sympathetic smile.

“I just came back home,” you said.

“What?” He asked dumbfoundedly.

“You said I was leaving. I’m not.” You smiled again, trying to contain the tinkle in your naked arms as you looked at the man in front of you.

"Oh,” he replied. "Oh," Joel repeated, his voice tinged with surprise as he processed your words. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flickering between you and Sarah, who had quieted down in your presence.

After a moment of silence, Joel cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I, um, actually came here because... I need some help," he admitted quietly, his eyes avoiding yours.

You nodded, understanding dawning as you realized the weight of responsibility that Joel carried as a single parent. "Of course," you said softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm. "I'd be happy to help however I can."

Joel let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, relief washing over his tired features. "Thank you," he murmured, his gratitude evident in his voice. "I just... I don't know what I'm doing half the time, and Sarah... she deserves better."

Sarah.

You had learned the baby’s name was Sarah.

“My wife died during labor,” he confessed.

As Joel's words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft sounds of Sarah's breathing. Your heart ached for him, knowing the pain he must have endured losing his wife, especially under such tragic circumstances.

"I'm so sorry, Joel," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I can't even imagine what you've been through."

Joel nodded, his expression haunted as he stared off into the distance. "It's been... it's been the hardest thing I've ever had to face," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But Sarah... she's been my anchor. My reason to keep going." He paused for a moment. “That’s why I’m asking you if you can help me take care of her just for tonight. I just have this thing with my brother, and I found out you’re a teacher, so I suppose you’re good with kids.”

“Wait…how… How do you know I’m a teacher?”

Joel blinked, caught off guard by your question. He hesitated for a moment before his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, uh, well... I may have asked around the neighborhood," he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, finding his awkwardness endearing. "I see," you said with a playful smile. "Well, you're right. I am a teacher. And I'd be more than happy to help take care of Sarah tonight."

Relief washed over Joel's features, and he let out a sigh of gratitude. "Thank you, really. I wouldn't ask if it weren't important," he said earnestly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of appreciation and vulnerability.

You nodded, understanding his need for support and reassurance, especially during such a challenging time. "Don't worry about it," you said softly, offering him a reassuring smile. "Sarah will be in good hands with me."

With that settled, Joel visibly relaxed, his shoulders sagging with relief. "Thank you," he repeated, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Since that day, you and Joel have become thick as thieves, and consequently, you have become Sarah’s best friend. The three of you became inseparable, sharing laughter and tears as you were there for each other through the ups and downs of life. Whether it was late-night diaper changes or spontaneous dance parties in the living room, you cherished every moment spent with both of them.

As Sarah grew older, she became not only Joel's whole world but yours as well. You watched with pride as she took her first steps, spoke her first words, and grew into a bright, curious toddler. And through it all, you were there by her side, offering guidance, love, and endless patience.

But amidst the joy and laughter, there was a bittersweet longing lingering in the air—a longing for something more, something you knew could never be. You buried your feelings deep within your heart, knowing that to act on them would only bring pain and heartache to those you loved most.

Of course you had dated; you went on dates, but they never worked out. No one was Joel, so you kept burying your love for him. You caught yourself in a complex web of emotion with that lingering ache for something more. What could have happened if you had talked before? But as much as you tried to bury your feelings for Joel, they remained a constant presence, a silent companion that followed you wherever you went.

And now, watching as Joel prepared for his upcoming wedding, the realization of his happiness with another woman cutting through you like a knife. Each detail of the ceremony seemed to magnify the distance between you, reminding you of the forbidden nature of your feelings.

Tess was a lovely woman, yet she didn’t completely like the idea that you and her soon-to-be husband were so close. Perhaps she sensed the depth of your connection with Joel, or maybe she simply felt threatened by the strong relationship you had forged with him and his daughter.

You tried your best to reassure Tess, to show her that your intentions were pure—that you were simply there to support Joel and Sarah in any way you could. But despite your efforts, there remained an underlying tension between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface.

However, you knew that after the wedding, you and Joel would grow apart, and you already had a plan to bear with the solace that would cause you.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me tonight." Joel gushed, bringing his wine glass to his lips. “It feels like when Sarah fell asleep and stayed late talking.”

You nodded, plastering a smile on your face. It had taken a lot of work to become this good at faking it. You had conditioned yourself to smile at Joel and respond to his questions with excitement, as your insides felt like they were tearing apart from the thought of these being the last hours of Joel being single. But you didn’t have a choice.

Almost eight years of friendship had taken a toll on you. That was a lot of time to reconsider your feelings and come back with a new perspective, but you were just burying your feelings as you always do. You didn’t want to ruin Joel’s chance of happiness, and as soon as tomorrow arrived, you would play your role and then be out of his life.

“Are you excited?” Joel asked you.

“For you?” you asked, bringing your wine glass to your lips. “Of course,” you plastered your best smile at him, even though it didn’t reach your eyes.

Joel smiled back at you, tossing himself on the sofa, his hand over his chest as he breathed in and out rhythmically, watching as you stared at your glass of wine with a lost gaze.

“What do you want to do?” He asked, only watching you shrug.

“Don’t know.” You mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Joel only hummed in response, looking around his living room before his eyes settled on the record player across the room, his eyes widening in excitement.

“Hun.”

“Don’t call me that.” You mumbled, directing your gaze at him. You were just waiting to drift off to sleep.

“Do you remember our parties?”

Your eyes opened to look at Joel trying to piece together what he wanted to do. “I do, why?”

Without another word, Joel stood up and walked across the room to his record player, standing there with a tin of dust. Trying to look for the perfect disc and allow the melody to sweep through the house.

After his silence, you closed your eyes once again, just to abruptly open them to the familiar melody of the song playing through the house.

Out of touch, out of reach, yeah

You could try to get closer to me.

I’m in love; I’m in deep, yeah.

Hypnotized, I’m shaking to my knees.

Without a warning, Joel shot across the room to you, raising his hand for you to take it.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

You felt a rush of panic surge through you as Joel approached, his outstretched hand beckoning you to join him. Your heart raced, torn between the desire to escape the moment and the temptation to give in to the pull of the music and Joel's presence.

"I... I don't know, Joel," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you hesitated to take his hand. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to resist, to maintain the boundaries you had carefully erected between you and Joel. But as his warm gaze met yours, a flicker of something unfamiliar sparked within you—a longing, a yearning for something more.

Joel's expression softened, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "Come on," he urged gently, his voice low and soothing. "Let's dance, just like old times."

Despite your better judgment, you found yourself relenting, allowing Joel to pull you to your feet and into his arms. As the music enveloped you both, you were transported back to a time when laughter and joy filled the air, when the weight of unspoken feelings had yet to cast its shadow over your friendship.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to lose yourself in the rhythm of the music and in the warmth of Joel's embrace. But even as you swayed together in the dim light of his living room, you couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that tugged at the corners of your mind. You felt a lump form in your throat.

"I'm going to miss this, you know? Our late-night dance parties, just the two of us." You whispered.

“I’m not dying,” he replied, humored.

You pulled back to look at his face for a moment, finding the words you wanted to say. “I know, but it will be different.”

You found the same easy smile and the same playful glint that had always been there, masking the deeper emotions that lay beneath.

"I know," Joel replied, his voice softening as he squeezed your hand gently. "Things are going to be different after tomorrow. But no matter what happens, you'll always be my best friend; you know that, right?"

His words struck a chord within you, stirring a mix of emotions that you struggled to put into words. Part of you wanted to cling to Joel's reassurance, to hold onto the comfort of his friendship, even as the world around you shifted and changed. But another part of you couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring and whether things would ever truly be the same between you and Joel again.

"Yeah," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music. "I know."

And as you continued to dance together in the dim light of Joel's living room, you couldn't help but wonder. What would happen after tomorrow?

You allowed yourself to inhale his perfume as you placed your head on his shoulder, containing the tears that threatened to spill.

There was silence.

“Have you ever been in love?” He asked.

As Joel's question hung in the air, the weight of its implications settled over you like a heavy fog. You lifted your head from his shoulder, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. His eyes searched yours, holding a depth of curiosity and vulnerability that you hadn't expected.

"Have you ever been in love before?" He asked, his voice soft and earnest, as if he were searching for something in your answer, something beyond mere words.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the truth of your feelings threatening to spill out despite your best efforts to contain them. But you couldn't bring yourself to lie to Joel—not now, not when the walls you had built around your heart felt so fragile and precarious.

"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke the words that had long been buried deep within you. "Yes, I have."

Joel's expression softened, and his heart exploded at the tiny thought of being the one you loved. “And... is it someone I know?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal and how much to lay bare before him. But in the end, you couldn't deny him the truth, and you couldn't deny yourself the chance to finally speak the words that had remained unspoken for so long.

"Maybe,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly as you met Joel's gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

As the song ended, the room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your confession lingering in the air like a palpable presence. You and Joel stood there, locked in a moment of uncertainty, each grappling with the implications of your words.

Joel's gaze searched yours, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions—surprise, confusion, and perhaps a glimmer of hope. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out, his thoughts seemingly tangled in a web of conflicting feelings.

“Wait, you have to tell me so you can be the next one to get married?” Your heart skipped a beat at Joel's attempt to lighten the mood, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the gravity of this situation inside you.

“I can’t.”

“Why? Any man would love to be with someone like you.” he encouraged.

“I can’t because that man is getting married tomorrow.” That's it. You had confessed your feelings for him.

A heavy silence settled between you, punctuated only by the weight of your confession hanging in the air. You could see the flicker of realization cross Joel's features, his eyes widening slightly as he processed your words.

The warmth that had filled the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a palpable tension that wrapped around you both like a suffocating blanket. You watched as Joel's expression shifted, a myriad of emotions playing across his features—shock, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of sadness.

"I... I don't know what to say," Joel finally murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. "I didn't realize... I mean, I never thought..."

His voice trailed off, and he looked away, his gaze fixating on a spot on the floor as he wrestled with his thoughts. You could feel the weight of his confusion and uncertainty pressing down on you—a heavy burden that threatened to crush you beneath its weight.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I didn't mean to... I never meant for things to get this complicated."

Joel shook his head; his expression hurt as he finally met your gaze once more. "No, it's not your fault," he said softly. "I just...”

You nodded in understanding, knowing that this revelation had changed everything between you, perhaps irreparably so. But even as the reality of the situation sank in, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at finally speaking the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Joel's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of years of unspoken emotions.

You swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to explain the complexities of your feelings. "I... I didn't know how," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship, of losing you altogether."

Joel's expression softened, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek as he listened intently. "You could never lose me," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're my best friend, and nothing could ever change that."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of Joel's understanding and compassion. "I know," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even if it meant keeping my feelings hidden."

“And you had to wait all these years just to tell me the night before I got married!” He raised his voice; he had never done it before.

Your heart clenched at Joel's raised voice, the rawness of his emotions cutting through you like a knife. "I know, I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I should have told you sooner; I should have been honest with you from the beginning."

Joel's expression softened at your words, regret flickering in his eyes as he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands. "I'm not mad," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'm just... I'm just surprised, that's all. I never knew."

His words trailed off, and you could see the turmoil churning beneath the surface, the weight of his impending marriage bearing down on him like a heavy burden. You reached out, tentatively placing your hand over his as you searched for the right words to ease his pain.

As the weight of your shared emotions hung heavily in the air, you and Joel sat in a charged silence, stealing glances at each other as if trying to decipher the unspoken words lingering between you. There was tension, a magnetic pull drawing you closer, and neither of you could resist its irresistible force.

With a trembling breath, you meet his eyes, knowing this would be the last time you would be this close to him.

His eyes also met yours, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within your own heart. And then, in a moment that felt both inevitable and electrifying, Joel closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, achingly sweet kiss. It was a kiss filled with years of unspoken desires and unacknowledged feelings, a silent confession of the love that had always lingered just beneath the surface.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other's embrace, the world falling away to leave only the two of you, lost in the swirling tide of emotions that threatened to consume you both.

As Joel deepened the kiss, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the spell of the moment and pulling you both back to reality with a jolt. You reluctantly pulled away from each other, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to compose yourselves.

Joel's hand instinctively went to his pocket, retrieving his phone with a mixture of frustration and resignation. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing in confusion as he recognized the name flashing on the screen.

"It's Tess," he murmured, his voice tinged with apprehension as he answered the call. "Hey, Tess, what's up?"

You watched as Joel listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line, his expression growing increasingly tense with each passing moment. Your heart sank as you realized the gravity of the conversation unfolding before you, the weight of Joel's impending marriage casting a shadow over the fragile intimacy you had shared just moments before.

After what felt like an eternity, Joel finally ended the call, his hand trembling slightly as he lowered his phone. He turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing.

"I have to go," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tess needs me."

You nodded, your heart heavy with disappointment and resignation. "I understand," you replied, forcing a small smile despite the ache in your chest.

And with that, Joel gathered his things and made his way to the door.

“Joel.”

He stopped on his tracks by the door, looking at you without being able to look you in the eyes.

Joel's steps faltered at your words, his hand pausing on the doorknob as he turned to face you once more. His eyes searched yours, filled with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“I’m not coming tomorrow,” you said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the significance of your statement.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage as you met his gaze head-on. "I mean, I can't be there tomorrow," you repeated, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within you. “Not after this, so I’m going back to my house and I’ll move to New York just as I planned.”

“What?” Joel's voice wavered with disbelief, his eyes widening in shock at your words. He took a step closer to you, his expression pleading as if hoping you would take back what you had just said.

"Please, don't do this," he urged, his voice filled with desperation. "You can't just leave like this, not after everything that's happened between us."

You felt a pang of guilt at the anguish in Joel's voice, the weight of his words bearing down on you like a heavy burden. But you knew that staying would only prolong the inevitable, dragging out the pain and heartache for both of you.

"I have to," you said softly, your voice tinged with sorrow. "I can't stay here and watch you marry someone else, knowing how I feel about you. It's too much, Joel. I need to go."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, the ache in your chest growing heavier with each passing moment. But despite the pain, you knew deep down that leaving was the only option, the only way to protect your heart from further damage.

Joel reached out to you, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure whether to touch you. "Please, don't go," he pleaded, his voice breaking with emotion. "I... I need you here with me."

You met his gaze, the intensity of his words washing over you like a wave. But as much as you longed to stay, you knew that leaving was the only way forward, the only way to find peace and healing for your shattered heart.

"I'm sorry, Joel," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you turned away from him. "But you just kiss me, and I feel sick because you cheated, and I won’t be the other woman.”

Joel's shoulders slumped, and his face contorted with anguish as he realized the depth of his mistake. "Please, don't leave," he pleaded, taking a step closer to you. "I'll call off the wedding; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. Just please, don't go."

“Do you even love me to do that?” you asked,

Joel's eyes widened at your question, his expression filled with a mixture of shock and desperation. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out, his thoughts seemingly tangled in a web of conflicting emotions.

The silence was defeating, and your heart sank at his response, the uncertainty in his words cutting through you like a knife. You had hoped for reassurance, for a declaration of love that would make everything right again, but instead, you were met with doubt and confusion.

And with that, you gathered your things and made your way to the door, leaving Joel standing alone in his living room, his heart breaking with every step you took away from him.

"You'll marry Tess, and I'll leave," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you disappeared from his sight.

The words echoed in Joel's mind long after you had gone. At that moment, Joel knew that he had to make a choice—one that would determine the course of his future and the fate of his heart. But as he sat alone in the silence of his living room, the weight of that decision felt heavier than ever before.

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venuslore · 5 months

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𖥔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𖥔

summary ; you make coriolanus feel like he's losing control.

pairing ; peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader

notes ; nothing just a whole bunch of fluff honestly. and i'm not even going to lie... i loved writing this one. i don't think i've written anything as fast as i wrote this bc it truly just flew out of me. this man really has me acting up and i am so here for it.

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coriolanus snow was never one to let himself be vulnerable in the eyes of another, and for as long as you had known him there was one thing you were always certain of, he had to be in control. he depended on it. craved it. the thought alone, of everything slipping from his grasp and not going to plan, made his head swirl and his skin crawl.

so when he met you, he began to question himself. question everything he had been working for, everything he had been fighting for, as you slowly wiggled your way into his heart. he was taken by you, and that scared him.

you were a breath of fresh air in his carefully curated world, a burst of colour amidst the struggles of his life. your spontaneity and liveliness enchanted him, capturing his attention and leaving him craving more. he had never felt this way about anything before.

as you sat there in the beauty of the meadow, a gentle breeze brushed against your skin, carrying the scent of the wildflowers. the sunlight streamed through the canopy of leaves above, painting a warm hue across everything it touched. the tranquillity of it all enveloped you, filling your heart with a sense of contentment.

you and coriolanus were close together on an old picnic blanket you had found, not needing any words to communicate as you took in the peacefulness. his presence alone was enough to make you feel safe and at ease.

you watch on as his fingers trail through the grass, stopping when he comes across a dandelion, and plucks it from its root, “it certainly doesn’t compare to the roses grandma’am grows.”

“some people think of them as weeds, but not me. i think they’re beautiful all the same,” you add, bringing a smile to each of your faces, and take the flower from his hands. “in some ways, i feel just like them; a weed in a world where i should be seen as more.”

coriolanus observes you as you take a closer look at the small flower, appreciating its simple beauty. the yellow, though not as vibrant as a rose, held its own charm. you don’t hold it for long before he takes it back, twirling it with his thumb and forefinger.

he stares at the flower for a moment before reaching to brush the stem behind your ear, his fingers then lingering as he trails them along the line of your jaw, sending a surge of emotions down your spine. you smile at him, it’s all you could do. if you spoke you weren’t sure what jumbled mess was sure to spew out.

you bring your hand up to meet his, intertwining your fingers as you lean into his touch. his eyes bore into you, taking you in, appreciating your features under the sunlight.

“look what you’ve done to me,” he whispers, as if it were some unspoken secret. which, in your case, it was.

intrigued by his statement, you perk up, “and what exactly is it that i’ve done to you, coriolanus snow?”

you watch him intently as he opens his mouth to speak, a thought lingering in his mind before he stops and lets his head fall between his shoulders instead. his silence is heavy, lingering in the air between you. you can almost feel the weight of the unspoken words pressing against your skin.

you reach out tentatively, your hand hovering just inches from his, wanting desperately to bridge the distance but afraid of intruding. the two of you have always shared a deep connection, but something feels different today. something is weighing him down, and you yearn to understand.

as he continues to fiddle absentmindedly with a blade of grass, you can see that his mind is working overtime. thoughts and feelings swirl like a whirlwind, causing his brow to furrow and his grip on the grass to tighten.

eventually, he looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty. two things coriolanus liked to keep to himself.

it’s then that you decide to break the silence. “what’s wrong, my love?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone, you know.”

he looks at you, gratitude mingling with a wisp of fear in his eyes. whatever it was bothering him, you could see that it was taking its toll, and you simply wanted to take him in your arms and kiss it all away, but you knew that that wouldn’t help.

“i don’t know what i’m doing anymore,” he finally answers. “i feel like i’m losing track of who i am and what i want, what i’ve always wanted, the longer i’m out here.”

“things can change, coriolanus, and you don’t always have to live up to others' expectations of you. especially, your own. so long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” his gaze falls from yours once again, but you refuse to let him suffer in silence anymore. so you reach for him, gathering his face between your fingers and pull him back towards you. “is it really such a bad thing? you get to be here with me.”

“that’s exactly the problem,” he admits, and your breath hitches momentarily as you wait for him to elaborate. “you make me feel like i’m losing control.”

for so long coriolanus had been bound by societal expectations and concerned with maintaining a pristine reputation. he had become so accustomed to a life ruled by rigid schedules and strict rules, never allowing himself to deviate from the norm.

but with you, everything changed.

you were afraid to ask, but you knew you had to, for your own piece of mind. “is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

he reaches to touch your face this time, your hands falling from his, and he pulls you closer towards him until your faces were merely a couple inches apart. “i have never felt so free, and yet, so scared in my life.”

“is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” you ask the question a second time, this time with more hesitancy as your voice shakes slightly.

“it’s the best thing.” tears well up in your eyes as his words sink in. you never imagined that you could have such a profound impact on someone’s life, let alone someone as lost and conflicted as he was. “you’re my wildflower, and while i might not have been looking for you, i certainly found you where i least expected it.”

he smiles, his hands caressing your cheeks, as your heart thrums loudly in your chest, overjoyed and so full of love. leaning forward, you close the space between you, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, so full of passion that it almost envelopes you completely.

you had brought coriolanus a sense of newfound freedom, showing him the beauty of embracing life’s uncertainties and every unpredictable moment. your spirit was infectious, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to your untamed soul.

as he fell deeper in love with you, he realised that his heart yearned for the wildness and unpredictability you offered. he saw the vibrant world through your eyes, letting go of his inhibitions and stepping out of his comfort zone.

you became his wildflower, a symbol of untamed beauty and unapologetic love.

as you hold each other close, only pulling away to catch your breath, but not daring to pull away too far, coriolanus runs his thumb across your bottom lip. then, with his voice filled with tenderness and newfound appreciation, he whispers, “my wildflower.”

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disasterofastory · 7 months

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Bedtime story (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Bedtime story // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 13/14 Warnings: mommy kink, nursing/breastfeeding kink (I'm not sure which)

Summary: You read (Jane Eyre) while Brahms is busy with something else.

"After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you. You are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel." Your voice is gentle in the quiet room as your eyes scan the long line of words as you read under the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table. The old book is a comforting weight in your hold while your other hand rakes through Brahms's dark hair as he rests on your shoulder. The soft strands curl around your fingers every now and again as you play with them mindlessly. His arm is over your middle, fidgeting with the hem of your pajama shirt. He smells like evergreen and sandalwood. His body is pressed to your side, keeping you warm and comfortable. His breath fans over your collarbone with every exhale. "I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."

It's dark and cold outside. You can barely see the garden of the manor through the thick fog flowing close to the ground. The pale face of a moon and the stars around it are hidden by the clouds gathering at the top of the sky. The scent of oncoming rain is carried by the wind as the branches of the trees rock back and forth in the darkness.

While you are busy with the book in front of you, Brahms's hand slips under your shirt, caressing your side and moving to your stomach. "It's ticklish," you tell him. Your stomach quivers under his fingertips. "Continue," he hums as an answer, moving his touch up on your torso. His fingers brush over the soft skin under your breasts. Your shirt is almost at your neck now. "Jane!" recommenced he, with a gentleness that broke me down with grief, and turned me stone-cold with ominous terror—for this still voice was the pant of a lion rising—"Jane, do you mean to go one way in the world, and to let me go another?" Brahms's movements are lazy as he pushes your shirt out of the way entirely. His thumb brushes over your nipple until it becomes a hard pebble under his fingertip. "Give one glance to my horrible life when you are gone. All happiness will be torn away with you. What then is left?" Your voice trembles as you continue reading. The man in your arm tugs on your nipple, soothing the slight pain immediately after. "Continue," Brahms hums against your skin when you stop for a second. His lips slide over the side of your breast as he leans closer to your chest until his mouth closes around your nipple. "What shall I do, Jane? Where turn for a companion and for some hope?" The words roll down your tongue heavily as your voice shakes. Brahms's teeth graze over the sensitive skin around your nipple while his tongue laps on the hard bud. His other hand finds its way to your other tit, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. "You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?" You feel like a raw nerve as you read. Your breasts ache under his ministrations. Your nipple is soaked by his saliva as he sucks and sucks on your tit. His tongue circles and laps and draws. Your hand is still in his hair, holding onto his curls and pushing his face even closer as your back arches. "I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back—walked back as determinedly as I had retreated. I knelt down by him; I turned his face from the cushion to me; I kissed his cheek; I smoothed his hair with my hand." Your fingers tighten around his curls. You gasp and groan. "Fuck! Brahms! Please!" "Read," he murmurs, not even bothering to lift his mouth from your breast even though you can feel his erection pressing to your thigh. For a second, you turn back to the book, lips open to continue reading, when suddenly, you change your mind. A smirk tugs on your lips as you look at the top of Brahms's head as he still suckles on your nipple. "Brahmsy," you coo. Your voice is deep and sultry. You can feel him freezing next to you. "Be a good boy for mommy." His whine trembles through your body from your breast to your pussy. The visible change in the air makes your thighs clench for some friction. "You want to be a good boy, don't you?" You ask him. His hips jerk against your thigh. "I want your words, baby." His mouth leaves your breast with a quiet pop. Your skin shines with his saliva. "Yes," he replies, staring at you with wide eyes. "You should eat my pussy to prove it," you smirk at him, already pushing away the blanket to open your legs wider. "If you will be good enough, I will let you fuck me." His eyes dart down between your legs while his head is still resting on your breast. There is a fight in him. He wants to stay and suck on your tit while you read him, but his hand already reaches between your thighs, palming your sex through your thin panties. You are warm under his possessive hold. "Mommy is waiting," you break the silence again. "Mommy," he groans, sliding down your body to become face-to-face with your center. His voice is high and whiny.

There are times when Brahms calls you mommy without really wanting to say anything. He just likes the way the word rolls down his tongue and grabs your attention.

"Good boy," you hum, lifting your lower body to help him tug down your panties. You are not even sure why you wear them when you go to bed. Brahms loves waking up early in the morning when the sun isn't even showing yet to warm his cock in your tight hole as he falls back asleep.

His eyes are on your wet slit as he throws your panties over his shoulder, not even caring where it lands. He uses his fingers to open you up, gliding a third finger over your folds. Your wetness soaks his digit before he takes it in his mouth to lick off your juices. A satisfied rumble breaks free from his chest.

You spread your legs wider, digging your feet deeper into the mattress to brace yourself. Brahms's fingers grab onto your thighs as he adjusts himself on his stomach, his broad shoulders pushing against your flesh.

Your head falls back on the pillows when you feel his tongue on your pussy. He laps over your slit, wanting more of your taste. Your hands go to your breasts to tease yourself while he is busy between your legs. His tongue rubs on your clit before closing his lips around it to suck you there this time. His eyes are on your breast, watching your nipples peaking out between your fingers. He suckles and slurps, pushing you to the edge with each brush of his tongue over your sensitive bud. Your pussy aches and flutters as you get higher and higher. "Good boy, Brahms," you praise him. "You are such a good boy for mommy." He whines under your words, diving into your pussy even more. His face is slick with your wetness, and his tongue glides down on your slit to poke into your hole. Your hips jerk against his prodding tongue while he tries to keep you in place. Your taste and smell fill his senses. There is nothing else in the world for Brahms but you. Only you. "Your finger, baby." Your words come out weak and quiet. The familiar burn in your lower stomach is distracting. Brahms just hums, latching on your clit once again while pressing his finger into your hole as you asked. One finger, then two. He is eager and overwhelming. Your eyes fall shut, and your lips open with a hoarse cry. Pleasure flares over your body, and your thighs tighten around Brahms's head. At the feel of your sweet hole fluttering around his thick fingers, he laps up your arousal more frantically. He helps you ride out your orgasm and prepares your pussy to take his cock next. His hips grind against the bed, humping the mattress without his noticing.

His face and beard glint with your juices when he breaks away from your pussy to look at your face more clearly. Your chest heaves and your hands are still on your breasts. Your eyes shine with satisfaction and desire when you look at him.

"You are a good boy, Brahms," you tell him, smiling. "You are mommy's good boy, hm?" "Yes," he nods. "Can I-?" You hum, putting your hand on the back of his head to pull him over your body. His weight is warm and comforting on top of you. The tent in his pants nudges your center. "Do you want mommy's pussy?" You grin. "Do you want to fuck me, Brahmsy?" He almost wails. "Please!" His hips prod against you, chasing any friction he can get. "Please."

While you are busy in each other's arms, it starts to rain outside.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire smut #the boy x reader #the boy imagine #kinktober 2023 #slasher fucker

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wayfayrr · 5 months

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hiiiiiiiii

can I have some mulled wine and a bit of Bailey's with Red Velvet to eat in please!

Thank you!!!

Order up! I hope you'll find this to your tastes <3

The first written piece of the event then!! starting off strong with one of my favourite links, wars! this was fun to write and a lovely first request to work on <3

[Event masterlist]

How much has he drank?

We were only supposed to have a couple of drinks here before heading to the room we rented upstairs. I mean Twilight did warn me beforehand that he noticed humans have a much higher tolerance than hylians do, but his can't be this much lower… can it?

“[name]... [name] I can’t believe you’re still single you’re so - so…”

“I’m in a relationship wars, you already know that, you drunken dork.”

“You- you’re taken?”

He’s on the verge of tears, he looks so worked up that he’s driving himself to cry over this. He really is in love with me that much, I really did get lucky with him. Falling into another world really doesn’t feel as scary when you find yourself a lover even if they can get a bit clingy at times.

“Well yeah of course I am, I’m taken by you link. We’ve been dating for a month.”

“We have..? OH, we - we- yeah we have been!”

“Come on wars how much of a lightweight are you to forget that after just one or two drinks? It’s like you don’t even want to be with me like that.”

I - I shouldn’t have said that, even as a clear joke it looks like it’s hurt him way more than I ever wanted it to. The tears are still there but now both his lip is quivering and his fists are clenched so tight they’re bleached white which really isn't a good look when you add in the fact that he's swaying on his feet. There couldn’t be a clearer sign to get him out of here to sleep and sober up.

“I didn’t mean that link, I was just trying to make a dumb joke without thinking, I’m sorry.”

“..!”

“I know, I know link. Come on let's get out of here.”

Hylians are so much lighter than they have any reason to be, even with him clinging to me like an absolute dead weight he weighs nothing. So while it might be a little awkward at times when he tries to pick me up, I'm more than thankful seeing as it means I can easily rest his head on my shoulder to carry him out.

Leaving was strange though, seeing as several people started to point and get riled up. Even through his own drunkenness link managed to tilt his head just enough to look up.

and start grinning?

He might even be blushing too, but there's no way to tell that with how flushed he is anyway. He's so smug about something, I can't help but look at him with a bit of confusion.

“We -hic- we're under the mistletoe honey, does your world not… not have mistletoe?”

“No we have mistletoe, it's got a tradition arou- oh.”

That’s why he’s cuddling up to and laughing at me, we’re standing under the mistletoe. Is it bad I’m almost nervous about kissing him like this? With all these people watching me, watching us, I just feel so unsettled. With the joke I made earlier though, it would be downright cruel to turn him down. “I’m guessing that it’s similar here then? The tradition that is… would you like me to kiss you here link?”

“Is th-that even something you need to ask? I want everyone - everyone here to know that you’re mine.”

Yes, he does. His body language is just as blatantly obvious about it too. Come on [name], you’ve kissed him before, this isn’t something new. He’s so excited too. Could you dare turn him down? Not that I needed to answer that. He decided for the both of us while I was still coming to terms with the idea, seems I was just taking too long in his eyes.

It’s a nice kiss, not as gentle as when he’s sober but it’s still so tender. Even with the alcohol on his breath, the way he’s acting is nothing short of a clumsy display of worship. One that he seems so reluctant to end, but comes to one anyway as he’s exhausted himself not enough to pass out but enough that he’s let his head fall onto my shoulder yet again. It’s almost inconsiderate of him to expect me to carry him after a kiss like that, he knows how weak I get for him, how much I melt when he’s so tender and demanding of my focus.

“Is that enou-enough to prove that I care?”

“Wars you didn’t need to prove that to me, I already knew that you do.”

“Wanted to prove it t’ eve’yone else too.”

It’s like he’s considering doing it again, which I wouldn’t mind, but if he does I know I’ll drop him so it’s really for the best that he at least waits till he’s sitting down, in our room preferably. He’s gotten the hint for now, but that might only be because he’s to drunk to move again. Either way I can carry him away from the crowd.

“Why’ve you gotta do that love? There’s no chance of me ever leaving you for any of them.”

“That’s not how they saw y’... I wouldv’ killed him for how he was talkin bout you… didn’ wanna cause a sce- scene though honeybeeee…”

Link would kill someone for me? I would like to think he wouldn’t ever have a nightmare of doing that, but if he’s saying it so confidently when he’s drunk…. He wouldn’t, would he?

“You don’t need to ever kill someone for something like that, don’t stress yourself out link.”

“Already have… don’ like when they’re rude about you love…”

That made me freeze up, right when I was about to open the door. It has to be the alcohol talking. Yeah it has to be. It has to be.

@sketchyspook seeing as you asked so nicely to be tagged in every post from now on (is this an unofficial start to a taglist? I guess it is one.)

#red✦velvet #300 event <33 #moss✦writes #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda x reader #yandere legend of zelda #yandere link #lu warriors x reader

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captainsophiestark · 4 months

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To The Stars

Rhysand x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Summary: With war on the horizon, Rhys and his mate have been busier than should be possible, with almost no time to even see each other. But sometimes, to stay sane, you have to make time.

Word Count: 1,064

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I squinted at the words on the paper in front of me, trying to get them to stop blurring. My eyes burned, and my head ached, and before I knew it, I was face down on the desk.

Not the first time it had happened to me, and probably not the last. But the Night Court was basically the only court who had our shit together and stood a chance at stopping Hybern, which meant it was on me and the rest of the Inner Circle to organize what we needed to organize to save the world as we knew it. That tended to lead to a lot of exhaustion.

Even worse, it had left me no time to see my mate, Rhysand, as we were both running around like maniacs, often in different directions. His face floated across my subconscious as I fought to stay awake despite my body begging me to rest my eyes and stay down on the desk. I thought I'd finally lost the battle when I heard his voice, calling my name in his smooth, soothing voice that had come to feel like home. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and realized this wasn't an exhaustion-induced dream.

I groaned, slowly dragging myself back into a sitting position as I blinked at Rhys through bleary eyes. He hardly looked better than me, with dark bags under his eyes. Still, he pulled a soft smile onto his face when he looked at me.

"You look about as tired as I feel," he said, voice a little more gravelly than usual. I huffed a sigh.

"I'm absolutely exhausted. But we have to do what it takes to have a chance at winning this war."

"We do."

The silence hung between us for a moment, the massive weight we carried together resting heavily on our shoulders. Then Rhys, my wonderful mate, sighed and gave me a tired smile, running his hand along my cheek.

"Come outside with me."

I raised an eyebrow at him, but his face didn't change. I held his stare, but when his calm expression didn't crack with even a hint of what he was up to, I finally gave in with a sigh of my own.

"Fine. But only because I love you so much. If anyone else was asking me to accompany them for mysterious reasons rather than wading through these papers or sleeping, I would tell them to fuck right off."

"I'll make sure to remember how lucky I am to be met with a different response."

I snorted, at myself more than him, and he shot me a small smile as I got to my feet. He held out a hand and led me out of our bedroom and up the stairs to the roof.

"If we had even a single extra second to string together, I would've told you to close your eyes first," Rhys said, a smile in his voice from ahead of me. I raised an eyebrow, more curious than ever as he stepped out onto the roof of the Velaris townhouse and I followed after him.

Rhysand stared at me with a massive grin on his face, holding his arms out slightly on either side in a 'ta-da' gesture. I looked just past him to find a nest of blankets assembled on the roof, with glasses of sparkling wine waiting for us. A small fire roared in a firepit that hadn't been there the last time I'd checked.

"We have to rest at some point, or so I've been told by every other member of our court. And if I have to take a break, I'd much prefer to take it with you."

I smiled, none of the tiredness leaving me but most of the tension draining away. I crossed the short distance between me and my mate, wrapping my arms around him tightly and breathing in his scent. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, the soft thud mixing with the crackling fire, and for just a moment everything was right with the world.

"How did I get so lucky as to find you?" I asked, a soft smile on my face as I at last pulled back to look at Rhys. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from mine.

"I wonder the same thing, how we could be so lucky to find each other, almost every day that I walk this world," he murmured. My heart swelled, and a heartbeat later Rhys closed the distance between us. I lost myself in his embrace and his soft, tender kiss.

We stayed locked together for a few long moments, then finally, reluctantly, I pulled back. Rhys watched me like a hawk, but I just gave him a little smile.

"We'll have time for that after wine and stargazing," I promised. He sighed, playing it up a little, even as he leaned back.

"I suppose it would be a shame to let it all go to waste."

I winked and gave him one last peck on the cheek, then led him over to the pile of blankets. The two of us made ourselves comfortable, snuggling into the warmth together and staring up at the crystal clear night sky. I sighed, the light from the stars shining out through the darkness above.

"This is beautiful," I murmured. Rhys handed me a glass, which I took, my eyes never leaving the night sky above.

"It really is. It helps, to look at this. To look at Velaris. And you. To... remember what we're fighting for."

"Yeah. Yeah, it does."

I finally tore my eyes away from the starlight overhead to look at my mate, meeting his sparkling eyes. I would go to the absolute ends of the world for him, and I knew he would do the same for me. The road ahead would be hard, against Hybern and the other courts, but how could anything hope to stand against us? Especially when we had the rest of our friends behind us, too.

"To the stars who listen," he said, lifting his glass to mine with a half-smile. I returned the gesture, the soft clink of the glasses ringing out in the night.

"And the dreams that are answered."

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ivxxivi · 28 days

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I have forgiven the world the day I met you.

Levi x Reader, fluff & sfw

Assigned to an expedition, that unfortunately took downhill which led the Survey Corps in distress disforming everyone's position along the ride within outside Wall Maria as multiple titans swarms around but there you were—protected by Captain Levi in his embrace. Always. You two were luckily inseparable.

You had a platonic relationship and nothing more, though, there were subtle intimacy at times as you were aware this was just his natural concern for his comrades. He apparently was cautious of losing those he cared for yet he claims that he swore to himself he'd never forgive the world by taking them away from him.

"Take my coat." he offered and wrapped it around you without waiting for your response.

"Aren't you cold, Captain?" you asked, Levi's hand resting on your waist along the way on the side.

"No, I am not. You know I'm used to this." he says, holding a lamp in his other hand.

During this everlasting war? Loving him was beautiful and felt exquisite as if he were the only man existing in this terrible world for you, but being together was nearly impossible. You would never dare to let yourself die in vain because in the depths of your heart, you knew—you knew that you've fallen for one another, and that you'll never dare to hurt him. His hollow yet longing heart.

Out of nowhere, he carried you bridal style as you naturally placed your arms around him, "Am I not heavy? My weight might be a burden." you question.

"I don't even feel you, almost."

But truthfully, Levi's inner body was on heat and his heart felt like something feeling the sensation of your body clinging onto him, as if he were your safe haven. You let out a chuckle.

"The storm is getting stronger, this could increase the flood level." You informed him, both of you were already so soaked from the rain. "We'll find them soon, we weren't so far from the group when we went other ways."

The lamp's light went out due to the amount of water splattering, therefore he let you down for awhile before trying to light it once again. "Captain, have you forgave yourself and the world yet?"

The sudden question caught him off guard, making him return his focus to you, "I mean, unable to forgive the past is just being cruel to your feelings, to yourself. It takes away your happiness no?" you added.

"I have forgiven the world the day I met you." he says in a soft tone as his gaze became gentle.

He had to prioritize work over personal sentiments, therefore he couldn't bring himself to be direct about his lingering feelings for you, which was there for a long time already.

However, this was not the perfect moment to do what you instinctively wanted to do, when you two were in a stranded spot, but, the weather and atmosphere was ideal—as you removed his coat from your shoulders and brought him close by his collar to kiss him, your hands resting on his jaw.

He returned the action, which continued for awhile, until you gradually moved away by an inch. "My love, what took you so long?"

"My apologies, the world we live in is not the right time for us. But fuck it."

Art isn’t mine, ctto.

#levi #aot #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi fluff #sfw #shingeki no kyojin #fanfiction #aot fanfiction #captain levi

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Imagine telling sevika "I‘d still love you without all those gorgeous muscles, you know that right?“ when noticing you‘ve been complimenting them a LOT lately

Thinking about this scenario I just picture that soft expression she has when talking to Silco about Jinx and relating it to her relationship with her father. 😭 Want to hug and hold her SO BAD!

AN: This got a little... angsty I guess? Nothing too bad. Just different than my normal vibe. Or maybe I just felt angsty while writing this, idk. I've been feeling kinda down in the dumps lately, particularly in the past several weeks or so, and I think it's starting to show in my writing, unfortunately. (It's certainly been a huge hindrance to writing in general. Output has been near zero, hence the lack of posting much beyond just little HCs, imagines, etc.) But hey, this is SFW, which is unusual for me! Still tossed it below the cut due to length.

I certainly would still love her all the same without those delicious muscles of hers. There are hundreds of reasons I'm crazy about her, and I imagine the rest of the Sevika simps feel the same. She's an incredible woman.

Sevika oozes confidence. She's clearly proud of her body (As she should be! She looks AMAZING at 40). She's got those toned abs and delightfully large bicep of hers on constant display. Not to mention those tight pants that hug her deliciously muscular legs. 🤤

However, she is human. I'm sure that somewhere beneath her cool, confident exterior there's bound to be some self-conscious feelings, some worries, some doubt. Especially if you've been so frequently pointing out her glorious physique. Sure, it's gonna feel great to her at first. She'll feel high as a kite that her favorite person finds her so amazing and attractive. But at some point, you gotta believe she's going to think about what she might look like in 10, 20, 30 years, if she ever gives up whatever strict regime she has to stay so fit. You can't possibly expect her to maintain that figure until she takes her last breath. It's unrealistic and unfair. I certainly wouldn't expect her to. So she probably wonders, what would you think of her then?

Weak. That's how she feels if she ever lets her emotions- her vulnerability- show. So she bottles them up. Keeps them buried deep inside where no one can find them. Covers them up with layers of hardened muscles, a stony expression, and a personality to match. ------------------------X------------------------ Post-workout routine with Sevika, you once again find yourself openly ogling her sweat-slick body. All those delicious muscles of hers just glisten and flex as she wipes herself down with a towel. Sevika catches you staring and that frown she tends to wear curls into a small, crooked grin. Realizing you've been caught, you speak your obvious thoughts aloud, "Janna, your body is so unbelievably sexy." You step closer to her and run a hand along her arm, paying special attention to her bicep. "So strong," you whisper, almost in a trance as you give the hard muscle beneath your hand a gentle squeeze. Your eyes drift back up to her face, just in time to spot that sexy smirk of hers deteriorating into something entirely different. Something... pained. Not wanting to let you read the thoughts plaguing her mind, Sevika turns away. Says nothing. Just hopes you can't see how her expression falls into that rare, soft, but dejected look. Like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. But not even those broad shoulders can carry so much. And they'll only weaken with age, she thinks. And there's that awful word again. Weak. Despite her efforts to hide her feelings, you can spot that sudden change in her demeanor a mile away. The way her shoulders slump, her head drops just the slightest, her gaze goes distant, eyelids heavy over those gray eyes that threaten to expose the storm brewing behind them. You know that look. And you know exactly what's going through her head. So you cautiously step closer, knowing the subject matter is touchy with her. That really anything relative to her feelings puts her on the defensive. Slowly, you slide your arms around her waist from behind and gently pull her closer until your chest presses against the damp, heated skin of her back. You can feel how her body tenses at your touch, the physical affection. But you persist, with care. You rest your cheek just below her shoulder and just hold her, giving her a moment to adjust. Once you feel her start to relax, you finally speak. "You know I'd still love you even without all this muscle, right?" You ask softly. You don't truly expect her to answer. She hates talking about this 'shit' as she'd call it. And that's fine. You just want to let her know how you feel about her. To reassure her she's got you by her side. No matter what. "Your muscles are only one of the many things I love about you, Sev. I hope you know that," you continue on as you pull her closer and tighten your embrace. "Even if they fade away someday, you're still going to be the most gorgeous, charming, and amazing woman I've ever met. I'll always-" you give her a good squeeze for emphasis, "-love you." Sevika still says nothing, but when you press a chaste kiss to her back and feel her human hand slide over yours where it rests on her stomach, you know she's heard you. When she gives your hand an almost imperceptible little squeeze, you know she understands. When she finally turns to face you and pulls you in close, her lips tugging just the slightest at one corner while she peers down at you, you know she believes you. And when she bends down to capture your lips in what is most assuredly the sweetest kiss she's ever shared with you, you know her love for you is just as strong.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

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mayhem-things · 1 year

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Pelle Ohlin x reader / pull of death

Another oneshot today cause why not.

Dead and his girlfriend climb on the rooftop and soon they talk about death and its meaning

(1218 words)

tw: mentioning of suicide

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Pelle sat in his dimly lit room, surrounded by posters of his favorite black metal bands. His girlfriend, Y/N, watched him curiously as he stared out the window, his eyes reflecting the fading light of the setting sun.

"Pelle, what are you thinking?" she asked, concern etched across her face.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Let's climb onto the roof," he said. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Are you serious? That's insane!"

"That's the fun about it,"

Dead replied, his voice filled with an odd mixture of enthusiasm and darkness. He pushed the window open and began to climb out, his pale figure disappearing onto the rooftop.

Y/N sighed, realizing she had no choice but to follow him. She carefully made her way out of the window, her heart pounding in her chest as the air of the night waved upon her skin. She knew this was a stupid idea, but she wanted to keep an eye on Dead to ensure he didn't do anything too dangerous like jumping. The fear of falling rushed through her veins yet she managed to safely get on top.

They stood side by side on the rooftop, feeling the cool night breeze on their skin. The world stretched out before them, the stars shining brightly in the velvety skye.

"You're absolutely insane, Pelle"

Y/N said, shaking her head.

"What possesses you to do things like this?"

Dead looked at her, his eyes softening for a moment as honesty spoke for him.

"Sometimes, Y/N, I feel like I don't belong in this world. The darkness inside me can be overwhelming, but it's also what fuels my creativity. It's what makes me who I am."

She listened intently, her eyes searching his face for answers. She knew there was a deep pain within him, hidden beneath his enigmatic persona.

"I can't change who I am, Y/N," Dead continued.

"But when I'm with you, I feel a sense of peace. You ground me, you make me feel alive. And in this moment, with you here beside me, I don't feel alone."

Touched by his vulnerability, she reached out and took his hand in hers.

"You're not alone, Dead. I'll always be here for you, no matter how crazy your ideas are."

He smiled softly, his fingers intertwining with hers. Leaning in, Dead placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the gesture filled with tenderness and gratitude.

As Dead and Y/N sat on the rooftop, their bodies huddled close together, the weight of the night pressed upon them. The conversation shifted to a topic that resonated deeply within Dead's tormented soul

death.

"Y/N" Dead began, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and curiosity,

"have you ever thought about death? About what lies beyond?"

Y/N gazed into Dead's eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding. She knew this topic was a wellspring of complex emotions for him, and she wanted to tread carefully.

"Yes, Pelle" she replied softly, her voice laced with compassion.

"Death is a mysterious and profound concept. It's something we all face, yet it remains shrouded in uncertainty."

A heavy silence hung between them, as if the weight of mortality itself had settled upon their shoulders. Dead's grip on Y/N's hand tightened, seeking solace in her presence.

"I've always had an uneasy relationship with death," Dead confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"Sometimes, I feel its cold embrace beckoning me, whispering its seductive promises. Other times, I'm gripped by an overwhelming fear of the unknown, of what awaits on the other side."

She listened intently, her heart aching for the pain that Death carried within him. The way he let out those words sounded almost as if he planned on finding out, which resulted in her, feeling a wave of uncertainty how to reply. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, her touch serving as an anchor amidst the swirling abyss of his thoughts.

"You're not alone in your contemplations, Pelle" she murmured, her voice steady.

"Many people grapple with the same questions, the same fears. It's a journey we all embark upon, whether we're ready or not."

Dead's gaze turned to the starry sky above, as if seeking answers amidst the celestial tapestry. He was oddly quiet as that was the usual response he would get when asking that question

"Do you think death is the end,Y/N? Or is there something more?"

She pondered his words for a moment, choosing her response carefully.

"I believe that death is a gateway to something beyond our comprehension. Whether it's an eternal oblivion or a continuation of existence in some form, we can't say for certain. But perhaps, in the face of uncertainty, it's the meaning we find in life that truly matters."

A gentle breeze rustled their hair, as if nature itself whispered its wisdom into their ears. Dead leaned his head against her's, their foreheads touching in a shared moment of contemplation.

"Perhaps you're right," Dead whispered, his voice laden with hidden thoughts of finding out what death actually means.

"I love you Y/N" he assured her , calming her down to not embrace her to the real thoughts of his. Dead didn't want her to worry about him.

She smiled, her heart swelling with love for the complex soul beside her.

"I love you too Pelle."

As the conversation about death subsided, the both of them found themselves yearning for a moment of respite from the weighty topics that had consumed their thoughts. They decided to lie down on the rooftop, their bodies intertwined, seeking comfort and warmth in each other's embrace.

The night sky stretched out above them, a canvas of twinkling stars that seemed to mirror the countless thoughts swirling within Dead's troubled mind. He cradled her close, his arm wrapped protectively around her, cherishing the solace they found in each other's presence.

Y/N nestled her head against Dead's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She could sense the lingering weight of his contemplations, but she respected his need for privacy. With gentle strokes of her hand along his arm, she conveyed her silent support.

The wind whispered softly, carrying their worries away into the vastness of the night. Dead closed his eyes, his mind consumed by thoughts of mortality. He grappled with the darkness that often threatened to consume him, but he couldn't bear to burden her with the depth of his despair.

In that moment, Dead made a silent promise to himself. He vowed to cherish every fleeting breath, to find solace in the moments of light amidst the shadows for every second he spends with his beloved girlfriend. He would guard his thoughts, shield her from the darkest corners of his mind, for her love was a beacon of hope, a reminder of the beauty that still existed within the chaos called life.

Y/N, sensing the weight of Dead's unspoken struggles, pressed herself closer, as if trying to convey her unwavering presence and understanding. She traced delicate patterns on his chest, her touch radiating a soothing warmth that penetrated the layers of his sorrow.

A sense of tranquility settled over them, cocooning them in a bubble of shared affection. They lay there, side by side, hearts beating in sync, finding solace in the simplicity of touch and the profound bond they shared.

As the night deepened, the stars continued to twinkle above, lending a gentle luminescence to their private sanctuary.

For now, they allowed themselves to exist in this tender moment, a sanctuary amidst the uncertainty of life and the haunting specter of death.

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kitorin · 8 months

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"What's a possession of yours you associate with your lover?"

Meguru ponders a bit at the question, clearly deep in thought. You place down the card, one from the bunch of 'Questions for couples' game Yoichi had gifted you recently. They're fun, ranging from deep, personal ones to lighthearted ones which were ultimately a matter of simple preferences. Apparently, they bring newer couples closer together (keyword 'apparently', Yoichi's only validation is his own knowledge).

You wait patiently— though fun they're not all easy, most questions were accompanied by a pause to contemplate. You've both considered giving up a question or two, simply because there was too much to think about (those resulted in a ramble or two, they're barely articulate but interesting to listen to nonetheless).

"Got it!" He smiles with triumph, as if he'd just won a prize or scored a goal.

"Omamori! The one my mum bought me this year." You know exactly what he's talking about; the Japanese amulet she'd purchased in Osaka during an art exhibition. Pink brocade silk bag adorned with cherry blossoms in a darker shade, the temple's name written in golden kanji on one side— with the other having success on it. It's so pretty, he carries it around wherever he goes, either the white string tied to his bag or placed securely in his pocket.

You weren't sure what he'd say, but a good luck charm certainly didn't come to mind.

"Why? Is it because I'm pretty?"

"Not really."

"You're so lovely, Meguru." Sarcasm laces itself with your tone. If not that, then you're even more curious about what it could be.

"No, I mean, I can't compare how pretty you are to anything else in this world, really." It's almost miraculous how he went from seemingly insulting you to making your face flush with flustered embarrassment. "But that's not the main point. This omamori." He reaches into his pocket, stroking it but leaving it there. "Is a lot more special than any other one." There's his grin, the one that competes with the sun because of how warm he is.

Nothing really comes to mind. You know they 'expire', some people believe they do every year, returning them to the temple for the staff to burn it in a ceremony. Others believe that they last forever. That doesn't serve as a clue anyways, whichever Meguru was, he kept them around either way.

You yield, too impatient and curious to think much more about it. "I give up."

"It's because we started dating this year."

"Doesn't the kanji say it's for career success?" There's no correlation between it and you, you have nothing to do with his position as an athlete, or with soccer as a whole.

"I didn't mean it like that." Meguru pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder. "You're my omamori."

You feel as if it's the other way, he's always defending you; being the first to stand up for you verbally or fighting without hesitation even if the opposing party was for no match for you in the first place. Remaining silent, you wait for him to clarify.

"You've always helped me feel at peace. You protect me from those scary thoughts that have kept me up for nights. You protect me from loneliness." His hug grows tighter, as if something was going to take you away from him. "Thanks to you I don't have to rely on some imaginary friend to keep me company."

Your fingers run through his hair, soft and messy from rolling around during his nap from earlier. "Then I hope you'll let me continue doing so."

"Of course." Meguru kisses you, the sweetness of him and pineapple lingering on your lips. "I love you."

Those three words are no foreigner to you. You've uttered them to friends, family, and even strangers on the internet. But with intimacy those very same words metamorphose into something different. The allure of romance places weight onto them, the weight of upmost importance.

That doesn't mean you find it too heavy.

"I love you too, Meguru." You go for another kiss, the saccharinity of his lips being strangely addictive, something about the taste of him mingled with pineapple is so intoxicating.

Three simple words, yet known to possess so much significance. They say it's a frightening confession to make, a powerful declaration of adoration and vulnerability. Much like any component of love, it comes with uncertainty and the fear of being deprived of reciprocated feelings.

Not for you though, the words come off both of your tongues smoothly, as if you were born to do so. There's no signs of hesitation or fear, or worry— just faces flushed with bashful scarlet and kisses honeyed with adoration.

( Guess the card game wasn't lying when it said it'd bring you closer, nor was Yoichi )

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honeeslust · 7 months

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Them part 2 | the golden retriever BF

🖤 I think I may have a new series on my hand.

🖤 all consenting adults here

🖤 WC +1k

This one’s for those starry eyed sweethearts who we all know would just love warm hugs from you because of how soft you feel in his embrace. I'm talking about the ones who are always looking out for the little guy. Always bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders and putting everything on the line time and time again.

If you’re like me then you wonder what it would be like for him to just be selfish for once.

… so, this one’s for those cuties with a heart of gold with a hard on to match. Because i know they would absolutely need to fuck you every single day.

Kaneki, Goku, Shinra, Yuji, Yuta, Midoriya, Tanjiro, ec. Take your pick

“Please baby.” your boyfriends arms are squeezing you so tight that his body heat is practically smothering you. He hooks his leg over yours, locking you against him while he pumps you with a few tender but clothed back shots, gently tucking his sly fingers into your panties. He loved holding you by your waist making you giggle, but then, that sounded so sweet and desperately needed more of you. It wasn't unusual for him to need you this bad. You both shared a pretty intense sex drive, the only difference being that his stamina was outrageous.

Because of a recent injury, he was on bedrest for a while, meaning the most you could provide was a tug here and there, to which he was always satisfied. But that didn’t amount to the feeling of you. That’s what he needed so desperately that the was almost singing your name and begging you. Kissing your face, your neck your back. Now that he'd gotten t the greenlight from his physician, you were bummed when you had to tug on his hair and squeeze his hair to keep him from going down on you because you TOM had to make an unexpected appearance.

Lucky for you, he was exhausted, he had trained for the first time since his injury and was a little more out of shape than he had wanted to admit after so much down time. After a while you’d both fallen asleep watching Netflix, your body snuggled tightly underneath him. The same way you’d put him to sleep every time. You knew you’d likely been in his dreams when you awoke to your bricked up bf pushing and needy engorged cock against your ass.

How can you blame him though? Every breath he takes is filled with your scent. His hands are full of you, your warmth, your comfort. His body is almost twitching with need because all you have to do is breath and he'd need you this bad. You give him a little encouragement. Shifting your hips back at him and tugging your shorts down your thighs. “Just use my thighs love.” He sighs, so grateful for even just this little piece of you. Golden boy blushes, kissing your shoulder and exhaling against your skin “God I miss you.”

You smile before sticking out your tongue to lick your fingers. You carry the wetness to meet his swollen apex now tucking itself so neatly between your thighs. His tip was slick with the dewy evidence of just how bad he wanted to take you.

“ I’m right here ain't I?” you tease, circling your hips and squeezing your thighs to give him a little extra friction. “You know what I mean,” He laughs with you and then moans from the way your trembling thighs work his ultra sensitive tip. You smirk looking over your shoulder to kiss him sweetly on the lips, you reach up and caress his face as he starts to slip back and forth, fucking your thighs.

He cradles you on your side wanting to be able to see your face but as soon as you mouth the words “ I love you.” he sputters, coming hard and squeezing you tighter as he shoots a load of sticky cum between your legs. You were clenching tight as the friction had you wishing he could be inside you. Still he moved back and forth, his dick still pulsing in much more need of release now than before. “ baby please, please, it’s not the same.” He was almost crying because needed you so bad. “ let me take you to the shower, it won't matter if we make a mess.” he kissed your neck, sucking as he squeezed your tits. “ I need you so fucking bad that it hurts baby, please.”

He sounds so helpless pleading for you to finally let him fuck you. As soon as you gave him the go ahead he scooped you up into his arms and carried you all the way there. You were set down gently, his mouth still tasting yours as he reached over to start the water. “Such a needy thing aren't you,” you tease gently, kissing the smirk on his lips as he reaches over to check the temperature. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes and he dragged his sweats down his thighs, kicking them off to bring you right back against him. Any small moment that your body was separate from his was torturous as was so clearly showingyou.

He pulled you into the warm running water, lips and tongue delving into all your ergogenic crevices. As bad as he needed to be inside you, he took his time showing you every way that he loves you, becoming an artist with his tongue, drawing pleasurable circles over your hips. His hands, capable of such destruction, handling you so tenderly. Eventually those sensual kisses turned primal, becoming more like love bites than kisses. His body was so hot and trembling as you clung to him. You thought he would explode.

Forcing you against the wall, his fingers entwined with yours, you both gasping as he entered you, diving deep with a force that shocks you but stings sweetly, making you feel everything he was holding inside. He moves like a beast, that sweet bf of yours is so lost in you, — like your body is the answer to his every desire. This brute of a man handling you was so needy for you that here he stood fucking you while you bled. His unbridled love laid bare as the water drenched your bodies making them slip against each other as he found his rhythm .

His and your moans were echoing sweetly off the walls. You were so savagely entwined with one another that you started to believe that it may have actually been causing him pain it not be inside you, because now that he was, he was the hardest he's ever fucking been. You drove this man absolutely wild and this was the first time it really showed. Gone was his usual careful touch. His hold on you was forceful, turning you and snapping your legs to cling to his hips, his grip so tight that he knew he was hurting you. “I’m sorry baby, you don't know what you do to me” he would gasp water running down his face as he bounced you up and down. He was sexy as hell this way. You enjoyed being fucked by the animal that you dragged out of him. You'd beg him not to stop and plead for more.

He didn’t have to apologize long as he kept fucking you like this. Your bf sounded so good literally growling in your ear as he domolished your mid-menses cervix, fucking you so hard that you swore you were snapped away by thanos the way your body felt like it was falling to pieces. He groaned, calling your name, squeezing you tight, biting your lip, again and again until you felt that familiar burst erupting from him. Every delectable ridge of his perfect cock was etched deep in your tender center spurting copious amounts of himself into you. When you came back to earth he was still shuddering when he smiled, and leaned back against the wall, still not letting you go. There weren't any words to be spoken, just his lips on yours again. His usual tenderness saying everything he needs to say.

Them pt. 1

#smut oneshot #smut writer #spicy headcanons #jjk season 2 #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk smut #kny x reader #yuji x reader #tanjiro x you #izuku midoriya #mhasmuttyheadcanon #kny smut #shinra x reader

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4younotafool · 6 months

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Love And Justice (Genshin Impact)

This story is also available on different platforms; Wattpad: NotAFool4You "Love and Justice" Archive Of Our Own: NotAFool4You "Love And Justice"

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, crime, mistaken identity, second chance

Part 2

After our heated discussion yesterday at noon, we dined quite peacefully. Although Marissa was somehow still self-conscious, putting up a smile once in a while since Elona was with us at the table. The Steak Frites and Bisque were delicious by the way.

I decided to stay for the meantime, Marissa seemed relieved to hear that, albeit confused with my sudden presence. Elona looked very happy to hear the news too, she didn't seem wary of me at all.

She initiated most of our conversations, but she was still shy and careful with approaching me. I welcomed her as friendly as possible, and she seemed to appreciate the gesture.

For the past few weeks, Elona and I baked pastries, croissants, éclairs, macarons, the list goes on. It got to the point where we baked excessively and Marissa had to dispose some of it too. I'm not entirely sure where she took them, but I hope they enjoyed it.

When afternoon arrives, when the sun is almost setting down the horizon, the three of us altogether sit down by the window and enjoy freshly brewed coffee and tea of my blend, we savor it with the pastries we baked and watch the sun go down. That became a routine.

"Miss Eli," Elona called as she tugged onto the hem of my skirt.

She began to use sobriquets for Marissa and I, to differentiate as much as she claimed. But she refused to drop the honorifics even if my sister begged her to.

We're currently out on the streets of Fontaine, entering shops through shops. We visited all the points of interest. Marissa kicked me out of the house, she said I was starting to dust. Elona happily accompanied me and showed me the wonders of their capital.

"Are you tired? Would you like me to carry you?" I offered.

She shook her head to the side. I tilted my head and matched her height. I observed her closely and patiently, Elona's expression had changed into, something similar to a distraught one.

"Are you okay? Do you feel sick, perhaps?"

"No...but thank you for worrying. Uhm..."

I gave her an assuring smile and urged her to speak up. I gave her all my ears.

"S-so I heard what you and Miss Ria were talking about when you first came....."

"A-and, I know you don't like me at all! I understand so-"

"Elona," I spoke, interrupting her before she starts to go hysterical. I caressed her cheeks in an affectionate and assuring way. For such a little girl, she worries a lot.

Now I understand what Marissa meant.

"Thank you for accompanying my sister all this time. I hope you continue to do so."

I could feel that Elona relaxed as if a weight had been lifted from her small shoulders. I could see her eyes tear up a little, so I at once embraced and lifted her and continued our way. She nuzzled her face on my shoulders while her arms tightly clutched around me.

I had a hunch that Elona might've heard us before, which is why she's been trying to show her good side these past few weeks. I didn't expect she would voice out her concerns, that's a good thing. Not a lot of children can tell what they truly felt. Marissa has been raising her right.

However, what I cannot agree with is the state she is in. I heard the details that she was covered in bruises and severely malnourished when Marissa first saw her. She might've been abused and neglected by her biological parents. We wouldn't know the true story, I agree with Marissa for not forcing her to tell her life story and leaving her be to heal.

Elona is a bright child. She's as sweet as the custard in pastries, She's thoughtful enough to even sympathize with the littlest creatures. She's like the colors in the world. She's lovable in her way.

I wasn't against the idea of Elona. I was only against the process of how Marissa got her. If things end badly, Marissa would be accused of kidnapping a child. And learning that Elona's parents are people you shouldn't regard as one, puts me at ease. Marissa should be safe for now.

"What would you like for dinner, Elona?"

"Boudin Noir aux Pommes, please"

"Very well, Let's buy the ingredients, shall we?" I could feel her nod her head. "Where's the nearest shop for the basis?"

Elona raised her head and sniffed. She pointed to the direction on our left. Her eyes are slightly puffed and reddish.

" might have, but I think they don't have the other ingredients for Boudin Noir aux Pommes....."

"Then, let's go for another adventure?" I smiled at her. She returned my expression and nodded her head.

It is a good day. And I hope it will be for the upcoming days as well. Though I might've jinxed the state already considering I am about to be arrested as of now.

"Miss Marissa of Perla Grandeur, you are under arrest."

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #fluff #smut #slight angst #enemies to lovers #forced proximity #genshin fandom

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splendidgeryon · 8 months

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P. K. Benbow:

“A Whisper In The Rain”

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Your shoulder is touching my shoulder. And even this innocent touch sends shivers down my spine. As if every drop of tepid rain upon our almost-naked bodies is the whisper of a silent truth that is dancing between us. It's moments like these, lost in the gentle chaos of a summer downpour, that I find myself unraveling the hidden fragments of my heart.

In the water cascading relentlessly around us, every little raindrop carries down with it the weight of my unspoken desires. And somehow, I feel like the world has conspired to create this intimate space for me to finally lay bare to you my truth.

But rain drums across the surface of the lake, an echo of the rhythm racing in my chest.

And you, sitting here beside me, your skin touching my skin, oblivious to this tempest of emotions inside me; you have become my sanctuary in this storm. The calm of our quiet connection envelops me as tightly as untranquil waters caress our own little desolate dock.

The way your hair clings wet to the side of your face, droplets glistening like diamonds in the soft, gray light — it's a sight I've come to cherish, even if doing so betrays the outward calm I’m trying to maintain. I cherish it because it's a piece of you, unfiltered and genuine, like the friendship we have been nurturing between us over so many years.

My heart, which has long yearned for more than just friendship, aches with every glance I steal of you. Your laughter, your stories, your beautiful mind — all of these have drawn me into feelings I'm afraid to admit.

For I am in love with you, my friend, in the most beautiful and terrifying way.

The truth is you are the reason I smile when I’m alone. You’re the reason why the world is a little less bleak; why every challenge I face feels somehow surmountable. The way you understand me, the way you accept me without question is a rarity in this world, more precious to me than any treasure.

But therein lies my torment: to confess this to you would be to risk losing the single most cherished friendship of my life.

And so, I sit here in silence instead, soaking in this moment. Baring my soul to the raindrops and whispering my love to the wind. For this is a love that runs deeper than friendship, and a secret as heavy as the rain.

And you, as you sit here next to me—your shoulder touching my shoulder—somehow know that every drop of rain landing on our skin carries with it the weight of a love I can only hope you too might one day share.

Until then, dearest friend of mine, I will treasure what we have for what it is.

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nanaosaki3940 · 6 months

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A Forgotten Memory... [Keisuke Baji]

|| Tokyo Revengers ||

(Almost follows the canon storyline of TR & is up-to-date with the manga.)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC

Mentioned pairing: Mikey X OC, Shinichiro X OC

Note: A snippet from my original Tokyo Revengers fanfic "A Condition Called Love". I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as self-insert if you want.

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(This snippet is from the latest chapter I'm still working on...)

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the cherry blossom trees and the quiet cemetery as I stood alone in front of my parents' graves, reminiscing about a distant memory from my childhood, the echo of the past whispered through my mind. The air was filled with the delicate scent of blossoms and spring, and memories from a time long ago flooded my mind - a time when Keisuke and I were just six years old, a time when life was simpler.

Keisuke Baji, my childhood best friend and eventual love, played a pivotal role in a moment that shaped the bond between us. Back when we were merely six, I was a shy quiet girl in front of strangers, only finding solace in the comforting embrace of familiar faces, and among those many familiar faces was Keisuke Baji. Keisuke embodied wildness, fun, and loyalty; a carefree boy with a heart of gold. Our personalities were as different as day and night, yet somehow, we complemented each other perfectly, a pairing that harmonized quite so well.

The soft petals of cherry blossoms fluttered in the breeze, their delicate dance painting memories of my childhood as I took a mental journey back to a poignant moment that defined the unbreakable bond between me and Keisuke. I stood there, thinking back about the past and a vivid scene flashed before my eyes - the funeral ceremony of my parents, a mournful day that their absence left me alone in the world. My world had shattered, and those heartless relatives from my father's side, the Osaki family, indifferent and cold, debated my fate with little regard for my feelings, whether to take me in and burden themselves with my presence, or discard me at some random orphanage and cast me away like a forgotten memory. The weight of my parents' funeral pressed heavily on my grieving six-year-old shoulders, their passing leaving me alone in a world that suddenly seemed too big and too cruel. I stood there, silent, in the sea of unfamiliar faces, my eyes swollen from the tears I could no longer contain. Hushed conversation and heartless whispers between my father's relatives made me feel abandoned, a tiny ship lost in a storm.

Little did I know that my savior Keisuke would emerge from the shadows of my despair who couldn't stand the callous discussion of my relatives. At the time I was so lost in my sorrow that I was unaware of the storm brewing in the form of a pint-sized Keisuke. His small feet carried him with determination towards those good-for-nothing adults, and with a cutesy voice and a frowning face, he defended my honor against their thoughtless words.

"Nana-chan isn't alone! Nana-chan has me, Mikey, and Shinichiro-kun!" Keisuke huffed and puffed, expressing his opinion on the matter in defense of a grieving me.

His small voice, despite its cuteness, carried a fiery determination like no one else which resonated through the somber atmosphere. Keisuke, even at the tender age of six, couldn't bear those heartless discussions of my relatives. His little self, stamping his little feet, offended by their words on my behalf. But in the midst of my grief, I was oblivious to his protective stance. I was too deep in mourning, too consumed by my own sorrow to notice the little hero defending me. Gasps echoed through the crowd as they were taken aback by Keisuke's unexpected bravery. Ryoko Baji, Keisuke's mother, intervened softly, placing her hands on his little shoulders.

"Stop, Keisuke..." she scolded, but he remained unyielding and resolute, a headstrong defender.

“They are saying bad things about Nana-chan! Nana-chan’s not lonely! She has friends! She has me! She can live with me!” he proclaimed with his signature stubbornness, pouty face intact, his words resonated with the boldness only a child could possess.

Although I didn't grasp it then and was too lost in grief to notice his valiant efforts, his words still echoed in my ears and left an indelible mark on my soul. In those vulnerable moments, Keisuke had become my shield, challenging anyone who dared to suggest that I was truly alone. His act of defiance was a testament to the fierce loyalty he held, even as a child. Reflecting on this forgotten memory, I couldn't fathom how I'd forgotten such a memory. I questioned myself - "How could I forget that Keisuke stood up for me? How could I forget that he was always there for me, defending me with all his might and getting offended on my behalf?" It wasn't until later, a few days after the funeral, that I truly grasped the depth of his devotion.

Days later, in the aftermath of the funeral, Keisuke, with his little hand firmly clasped around mine, led me to the cemetery one afternoon. Tears streamed down my face, and he, unable to bear my sadness, whisked me away and dragged me to my parents' graves because his stubborn and hotheaded self wouldn't let me grieve alone. This was his way of expressing just how much he loved and cared about me; a gesture so profound that spoke volumes about his true feelings for me and resonated through the years, etching itself into my soul. Standing before the gravestones, Keisuke, with the innocence and sincerity of a child, addressed my deceased parents with an unwavering commitment that defied his age while still holding my hand tightly in a firm grip and making a promise that echoed in my heart even now.

“Daisuke-san and Junko-san… from now on, I’ll take care of Nana-chan for you and keep her safe. I’ll protect her from danger. I’ll make sure she’s never lonely. I’ll always be there for her in thick and thin. I promise to stay by her side forever. I want to make her happy, and I’ll make sure she’s always happy.” His words were a solemn promise, cutting through my grief and his presence made my heart skip a beat, leaving me both flustered and comforted.

His heartfelt words resonated in the quiet cemetery were a lifetime promise, a vow made to my parents marked the beginning of his lifelong dedication to me that tightened the grip on my heart. A promise of protection, companionship, and eternal happiness. The warmth and fuzziness he left behind were the early signs of the love that would blossom between us. It took me years to fully comprehend the depth of Keisuke's devotion. His actions spoke louder than any words, and that day, with our hands intertwined, he pledged himself to me in a way that transcended mere friendship.

Back then, I failed to recognize the significance of his actions. I couldn't fathom that the one who stood by me, making heartfelt promises, wasn't Shinichiro or Manjiro - it was Keisuke Baji. My heart skipped a beat, but the realization took its time to surface, obscured by the innocence of childhood which made me blind to his love in those early years. I pondered why I hadn't noticed sooner, why I hadn't realized my true feelings for Keisuke back then. The warmth of his promises and the genuine love he showered upon me were irreplaceable. Blinded by my childish infatuation with Shinichiro, I failed to recognize the one who stood beside me, the one who held my hands and made those promises, the one who was truly meant for me – Keisuke Baji. Not Shinichiro, not Manjiro, but Keisuke Baji.

As the years passed, the memory resurfaced, and I found myself wondering, "How could I forget such a moment? How could I overlook the one who stood up for me, defended me, and cared so deeply?" I came to understand that, sure, Shinichiro was my first love, and first love is always special, but Keisuke was my true love. He was not just a childhood best friend; he was my ride-or-die companion, my soulmate, my partner in crime. I cherished the bond we shared and the unspoken promises made in the cemetery. It took time, but I was grateful for the clarity that had finally dawned upon me. The belated realization, long overdue, hit me like a gentle wave and washed over me, but I embraced it with gratitude nonetheless - that Keisuke Baji was the love of my life, my anchor in this unpredictable world.

I was happy that I chose him over anyone else.

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babyfrogstuff · 8 months

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[long sobstory incoming, sorrz]

I wanted to share with you the moment my mind was 100% made up that i was going to get skinny, no matter what

basically all my life i never actually cared much about my weight, i was never overweight but definitely not skinny either

Sobstory happened about a year and a half ago, insert me having a HUGE crush on this guy I'd always see when i went clubbing

and with huge crush i mean absolute obsession, being near him, hearing his name, seeing pictures of him made my head get dizzy with dopamine, my eyes had fr stars in them and I'd get so so nervous and shaky, it was seriously bad, i loved this guy more than I'd ever loved anyone before

i was well aware he never loved me, and that was okay with me as long as i was by his side, we became good friends and even spent 1 or 2 nights in bed together (yea, we did that)

even though i knew he was only using me for my body i didn't care, it was the happiest time of my life and i loved every second i was with him

one day he brings this girl, 7 years younger than him (legal). She was this really grumpy but cute goth girl, she was very short and DEF an 4n4 girl, she mustve weight no more than 40 - 45kg. Short, frail, VERY skinny, pretty and also not an asskisser like me. I could tell he liked her, but introduced her as his new friend. He always treated her like his little sister, often referring to her as such. i could see why he liked her so much, she was perfect. they started hanging out together all the time, i started to take my distance as i didn't want to seem pushy, and she already replaced me the second he brought her with him. all of that was fine with me, sure i was jealous as fuck and wanted her to leave and never come back but it was his decision who he hung out with.

the first painful memory that made me regret not being skinny happened after a nice night of clubbing, at around 4am. us 3 were all standing in front of the club, everyone was leaving and we parted our ways. just before i left them to go home, i hear her say "I'm too tired, i can't walk" which isn't unusual for her, since she is so skinny she has issues with physical activities. he responded with "want me to carry you?" she just nodded. I stood there, icy toxic jealously brewing in my gut as i watched him squat down, her sitting on his shoulders, him standing up and just walking away with that cute little goth girl on his shoulders, zero effort required, as if they'd done that a million times before

would he have done that to me if i was skinny?

my absolute disappointment and jealousy ruined my whole week, but of course i didn't say anything

things stayed like that for a while, until one day i was out with him, goth girl stayed home

it was a few minutes into our conversation, when he told me he got a girlfriend now

his beaming happy face made it impossible for me to react negatively, although it felt like my world just crashed down on me

he told me he'd met her just a few days prior, it wasn't goth girl, it was a very pretty, skinny girl named Louise, she wasn't quite as skinny as goth girl, but still a lot less than me

he told me in conversations before that he really likes girls skinny

now it's totally understandable if i get hate for this next part, but i don't care. it was my last desperate attempt to get his attention back to me, it was futile anyway

next time i saw him i purposely wore clothes that i knew he couldn't resist, he had a pretty easy way of turning him on after all, as i suspected he asked to come to my place afterwards and we did the deed together one last time, it didnt even feel good anymore because i felt like i needed to cling to him as to not loose him, i feared that if i hadn't done what i did he would have just vanished from my life, i couldn't take that

my fear was almost confirmed, as the next day he sat me down and told me no more of that, he loves louise and wants to focus on her an be with her

I accepted and agreed without the slightest resistance, even though it tore me apart, but on the other hand i saw it coming

they got together officially, and i saw him less and less, i picked my distance from him out of respect and guilt towards Louise

the next time i saw him both of them were together, in the club, on the dancefloor, having the time of their life

that was when i realised once again that i could never have been with him, i had put him on a pedestal so high i could do nothing more than admire him from afar, dancing with him freely like that would have never been an option, i worshipped him way too much, while Louise saw eye to eye with him

the second stab in the heart was when, during their dancing, he swept her up like she weighed nothing and spun her around like she was a princess

not only that, but the sheer joy and happiness i saw in his face at that moment was mesmerising. His usually gloomy bored eyes literally sparkled, creases of happiness next to them. His usual bored expression turned into the biggest goofy childish grin, in all the time ive known him ive never seen him like that, he never even gave me a fraction of that golden smile

I stood there in the middle of the crowd, utterly heartbroken and starstruck by what i was witnessing, and a few things manifested in my head that moment

now, i will spare you the rest of the crummy details

time-skip to the present day, the obsession has mostly faded at this point. I have a wonderful, healthy boyfriend whom i love and loves me. I have a good home situation and on a good career path. At the end of the day, when i think back, i probably really dodged a bullet. Some details i didn't mention was that he was a dad (he's not old but had a whoopsie 2 years ago) and refuses to care for it, he's a cøkë addict, emotional manipulator and if i really think about it, i dont think he even really liked me.

What I learned from those experiences however, was that even if i dont do this for a boy, i will never let myself be fat and 2nd choice ever again. To this day I wonder what could have been if I'd been skinny from the start, if anything would have changed at all. Now dont get me wrong, if this guy ever needed something from me, money, company, or a shoulder to cry on I'd give it to him in a heartbeat. I won't however let him near my heart or body ever again, I've learned the hard way that that just hurts either way.

I want to be skinny for myself now, for my boyfriend so he can show me off, for my friends as inspiration and ideally for him to look at me and think "Oh, maybe I shouldn't have let her go"

its a little hard to explain that i dont want anything romantic or sexual from this guy at all, but i still seek his validation

obsession is the worst form of love, but it also feels so damn good, the constant highs and lows, so happy to the point you squeal and kick your legs thinking about them, so devastated you turn to sëlf-härm!ng tendencies to cope

But anyway, stay skinny, so that if you ever get rejected for whatever reason you at least know its not because you're fat, because that hurts like absolute hell

I have no idea if there's a moral to this story, interpret it as you wish, and dont date cøkerz

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Hello. I was wondering if I could get a Baldurs Gate 3 match up?

Specifically with one of the men I am a gay transmasc man(only pronouns I don't use are she/her). I generally have a more masc style but even though I identify as trans masc I don't bind that often. I hate wearing dresses though. Like I hate them with a passion. I have autism, adhd, anxiety, and depression. I often love infodumping to close family and friends. I love cats and have 4 of them(they are all my babies). I love listening to those around me talk about their interests, and I, in turn, love to share my own interests. I am easily overstimulated, though, and can shut down equally as easily. I enjoy doing what's called parallel play where I and another person, we each do our own thing but still enjoy each other's company. I love singing and can play multiple instruments, including cello and piano. I get easily embarrassed when singing around those close to me, though. I am hypersensitive to most touch, sound, and smells. I'm currently unemployed due to my mental health issues but I one day would like to be a veterinarian technician. I am easily distracted and have a really bad memory(it's my adhd)

Sorry if I over shared, I just wanted to give you stuff to work with if that makes sense

That's no problem at all hun! Thanks for the info it was a big help in deciding who I think the best fit for you would be! Which is,,,

It’s almost fitting how well you and Rolan end up complementing one another.

Your love is kindled quietly at first, especially if it’s back at the Grove or the inn. Rolan’s dealing with personal struggles himself around that time especially in concern with his life and the lives of his family. And he’s certainly not blind to your own struggles either - catches glimpses of the days where even you are overwhelmed by the hands fate deals you. And yet you always keep moving forward, overcoming each day even when it feels as though the weight of the world upon your shoulders could suffocate. He’d be a fool not to realize that his feelings for you go far beyond mere respect.

PLEASE listen to this guy talk; he could talk for Faerun about his interests and pursuits if you’ll allow him the chance to. Of course Cal and Lia put up with his ramblings, and have for years - but they’re his siblings so every conversation is full of teasing grins and the ‘here he goes again’ to playfully remind him when he may have been getting carried away. It’s different with you. You’ve always been a willing ear, even when he’s admittedly been at his worst; providing a welcome confidant who seems to actually listen. He often teasingly bemoans that it took so long to finally find someone who appreciates his knowledge, a perfect actor of the furrowed brow and mock dismayed sigh that will have you grinning and rolling your eyes every time. But in all seriousness, Rolan deeply appreciates that you’re willing to indulge him in his thoughts and interests, a fact he often chides himself for not telling you more often.

Given how often you allow him to ramble it’s only fair that Rolan allows you the same - is what he says, but we both know damn well that he could listen to you talk about how paint dries and sit through the entire thing if that’s what interests you. He’s content to listen to you explain your current interests to him while he works and reorganizes - you’ll realize quickly he’s not one for sitting still for overlong if there’s something to keep his hands busy. Rest assured that Rolan’s always listening to you though, as any time you trail off or pause he’ll stop what he’s doing to encourage you to continue. Can never stop himself from adding to the conversation in some way - it’s a bad habit since he can never get the timing right and sometimes butts right in mid conversation, but the guy’s got his heart in the right place. Rolan’s the kind of partner that wants you to feel like he really appreciates the stuff that you appreciate, which he does by learning about them precisely so he can talk to you about them. It’s a sweet gesture, especially if your interests end up leading him down the proverbial rabbit hole of information he previously had no idea about.

Listen, Rolan is basically one big cat himself - you have to earn his trust and others may think he comes off too prickly and closed off. But once they love you? That’s it, it’s for life. So once your cats get used to having him around, they will absolutely love him. Well, more specifically the cats LOVE his tail. The poor tielfing’s tail is literally a walking cat toy, and it really doesn’t help that he rarely keeps it still idly swaying it from side to side as he goes about his day. You’re going to have to get used to hearing a familiar shout of surprise somewhere in the house followed by Rolan coming to find you with the offending cat in tow, cradled in his arms like a petulant fluffy child. Since you’re the cat-parent he seems to think you’ll somehow be able to convince your cats to give him some reprieve - a nice thought, but you both know that will never happen.

He’ll give you your space when you’re feeling overstimulated. Rolan understands probably better than most that the worst thing to do when it all becomes too much is to be surrounded by things and people that will only exacerbate the situation. He only hopes that you’ll come to him once you’ve taken the time to ground yourself, to see that you’re doing alright or to let him know if there’s anything else that you require. After taking over Ramazith’s tower there’s not a single room in the place off limits to you. Just pick a room and it’s yours for whatever you please; and if you need a place of comfort to hide yourself away without the worry of being disturbed this man will bend the place backwards to accommodate that for you. In his eyes it’s the very least that he can do to provide you a fraction of the comfort and security that you give him.

Rolan’s the kind of partner that would benefit the most from parallel play, especially with his tendency to keep himself occupied. To exist in the same place as the one you care for, doing separate things whilst also enjoying one another’s company? Rolan can think of nothing better, especially on the days when he’d just like to unwind and do his own thing in your company. If you’re comfortable with the touch and you’re each doing your own thing within close proximity he’ll drape his tail across your lap or around your hip, giving the occasional brush to your side like an unspoken appreciation for your presence in these little stolen moments.

Rolan’s not going to push you to perform or sing in front of any audience, including his own if you express your discomfort at the prospect; he respects your privacy and will always give you space to indulge in your musical pursuits away from prying eyes. On that note though he’s got excellent hearing, so he’s been privy to catching the tail end of some of your practices without strictly meaning to. More than once he’ll idle himself nearby the room where you’re performing, enraptured momentarily by the beautiful sounds you create through your voice or the gentle thrum of your instruments. It’s no wonder he’s enraptured, so much so that he’s had to catch himself and scramble to make himself look as though he hadn’t spent the past few minutes listening to your music more than a few times once you’ve stopped performing.

If you do decide to ever perform around Rolan though, especially in his presence he gets uncharacteristically quiet, listening to you sing or play with a reverent silence you wouldn’t expect from the usually snarky tiefling. Hell if you knew it only took this to render him speechless you may have done it sooner - just don’t tell him that though or he’ll go dark red right up to his ears. Rolan will absolutely boast about your musical prowess to anyone who’s around to hear. He wants everyone to know just how talented and skilled his wonderful partner is, enough that his siblings will probably start begging you to reign him in..

Rolan is absolutely a help with your bad memory and tendency to get distracted; this guys had experience. I mean, look at his relationship with his siblings - trust me, all of them have got keeping you focused in the bag. Most of the time. Rolan is always there to remind you of important things you’ve forgotten - remembering important dates, reminding you where you last put down something that you’ve misplaced; he’s a lifesaver in a pinch and saves you a lot of headache trying to wrack your brain over these things. Granted he will sometimes joke in good fun about how he can add personal calendar and tracker to his expansive repertoire, and sigh about the things that he does for love. But a quick kiss or the soft brush of a hand against his cheek abruptly nips that teasing in the bud, and you’ll have him on the forgetful side as he leans into your touch.

#baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate match up #rolan x reader #bg3 rolan #juno art #hope its alright!

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