#it's fine to be angry or sad or anxious

[chibi-sunrise]

One fan’s observations on Luminaria’s Merch Sales

Because it’s difficult not to feel a little anxious when the future of your favorite game heavily depends on sales of limited merchandise.

That being said, based on what I can observe and no matter how anxious I get, I think Luminaria’s done objectively well for itself when it comes to merch sales.

First, when Luminaria’s OST was released it became the number 1 quickest trending MP3 album on Amazon JP within 12 hours of its release. Here’s a tweet that recorded this statistic.

It was also number 5 in the Top 5 quickest trending MP3 album on Apple Music JP and number 6 in the Top 10 quickest trending MP3 album on Rekochoku. I thought I had the tweets/screenshots that recorded those two, but it turns out I only got the one for Amazon JP this whole time... Well, you can decide for yourself if this sounds right!

Second, around March 2022 there were multiple stores that opened pre-orders for Luminaria’s chibi acrylic stands among other Luminaria-related types of merch. Animate also had them in physical stores because there was an event (AGF 2022) going on in Japan.

Oddly, or perhaps not so oddly, those stores had it in writing that they’d sell the pre-ordered Luminaria merch regularly in June 2022...only to pull their merch from the store listing some time after Luminaria announced EoS. Animate, the Chara, and Animo didn’t offer any explanation for this, but it’s not hard to guess that they were probably just cutting their losses.

[To be honest, I don’t blame them either since the official Tales Channel Plus twitter never once retweeted these stores when they opened pre-orders. Tales Channel Plus also never made any news posts about these stores opening pre-orders either. Any business would be insulted by that.]

At the time, Colleize was still a new store that sold official anime and game-related goods. Because Colleize was new, no one in the Tales of fandom knew enough about them to be confident in buying from them. Tales Channel Plus also didn’t retweet them or make a post about them either.

But the first and only official Tales of merch that Colleize sold was Luminaria merch that the other stores were no longer selling, so Luminaria fans gave them a shot. Colleize was also proxy-friendly and partnered up with Buyee to deliver their products to overseas fans.

And Colleize actually sold out ALL of their Luminaria merch in July 2022! I’m a short-sighted fool, so I didn’t nab any screenshots of their inventory at the time (Past me was probably, “well, the JP fans already took pics and I RT’ed them, so I don’t HAVE to take my own screenshots”) but I do have this tweet I made when I saw it.

Then Colleize restocked their Luminaria merch in September 2022. I actually made sure to record that one, at least. At the time of this post, 3/1/2023, all Luminaria’s badges sold out, all Luminaria’s masking tape sold out, the Federation motif keychain sold out, Falk’s chibi stand sold out, Hugo’s chibi stand sold out, Leo’s chibi stand sold out, Hugo’s acrylic stand sold out, Leo’s acrylic stand sold out, Hugo’s keychain sold out, and Leo’s keychain sold out.

A few other Luminaria items have also sold out around the fourth of April, 2023. August and Alexandra’s chibi acrylic stands are both gone, just to name a couple.

[Wait, all of Hugo and Leo’s stuff sold out with the exception of the blind bromides, which are on back-order, where they could still appear?! Damn, okay...]

And Colleize has a lot more Tales of Series merch available on back-order now too! They’ve got some Destiny stuff, some Arise stuff, some Zestiria stuff... I couldn’t be happier for them that they seem to be doing well! And I hope that more Luminaria fans who haven’t bought Lumi merch, but want to buy them can find their way to Colleize soon!

Because if you’re a Hugo or Leo fan, then you’re already out of luck. People don’t play around... I hope people at least get to buy merch of their faves before it gets sold out like that...sheesh. But when it comes to Luminaria merch, I guess you need to approach it with the mindset that they won’t always be selling Luminaria merch and if they do, your fave isn’t always going to be in stock either. It’s a rough world out there in Luminaria merch availability...

Third, I found some merch photos of people who received their acrylic stands from Asobi store some time after I was sad that Bastien and Raoul’s stands were sold out. I think it just took some time for the stock to be accurately reflected, so all of the physically in stock Luminaria-related merch is sold out on Asobi store too...but until 3/5/2023 JST, you check out this post on how to roll some random Luminaria badges while they’re still available!

And finally, this might be the crowning achievement for Luminaria fans in merch sales so far: the Luminaria hanko stamps! The company had actually been planning to open orders for Luminaria hanko stamps for over a year. When they were accepting orders, Tales Channel Plus actually wrote a news post about it! And the official twitter RT’ed them too! Three times!

The person in charge of the project tweeted that they were excited to see all the different custom engravings the fans had requested early into the ordering period.

The planning and PR manager for the hanko stamps thanked all the Luminaria fans who ordered stamps, tweeting that they think they could probably convey the fans’ love for Luminaria to the publishers too at the end of the ordering period.

The person in charge of the stamp company’s twitter also tweeted that they received many, many, A LOT of orders and thanked the Luminaria fans at the end of the ordering period. They’ve also tweeted that Lycoris Recoil and Luminaria’s requested engravings are some of the most unique ones they’ve seen in the last few years.

So, tl;dr, because Luminaria’s in a delicate position where its future heavily depends on good merch sales, it can be easy for fans, especially EN fans, to get pessimistic about whether or not we can have a meaningful effect.

But when I look at the little victories that Luminaria fans have been able to accomplish despite the rocky challenges, and when I see that the Luminaria fans have made such a stellar impression on a company that their planning and PR manager even commented that they could probably convey the fans’ love to the publishers...

I think it’s okay for Luminaria fans to be a little more hopeful. I think it’s okay for Luminaria fans to look at this and realize that every small victory will add up.

Slowly, but surely, I think Luminaria fans are making a tangible impact.

#tales of #tales series #tales of series #tales of luminaria #luminaria #it's fine to be angry or sad or anxious #because fans are only humans #but be sure to take things into perspective every now and again #and measure your expectations #honestly this is pretty solid #we can only do what we can do as fans #and wait #these things take time

[emotionalcadaver]

You guys. So my mom just tore into me because I decided not to go on this daytrip thing that my parents have planned to do tomorrow. Even though she literally told me that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to. Ma’am!? You literally offered that I didn’t have to go. Don’t offer that if you weren’t actually okay with it. This is why I am almost incapable of saying no to people. Because for my whole life I’ve been taught that even if someone says it’s okay if I say no, it’s actually not and I get punished for it. I just wanted a day to myself to rest and recharge especially since the rest of the week is going to be INSANITY.  

And then, when I tried to tell her that I’m feeling really anxious because my throat’s been sore most of the day, not only does she fully dismiss that I might be sick, but she threatened to cut off my therapy because it “doesn’t seem like you’re making any progress.” So now I have that to worry about.

I’m just so done with both of my parents at this point and I’m starting to realize that maybe the best thing for me actually would be to get as far away from them as possible after graduation.  

#if i actually am sick i guess i'm just gonna have to try to hide it #and pretend like everything is fine #i'm so tired of this same song and dance over and over again of these two acting all supportive of me and my mental health #up to the point that it's inconvenient for them and then they throw a fit #my mom literally told me today that she doesn't understand me at all #bitch stfu you've never even tried #and then she yelled at me because my writing 'seems to be the only important thing to you' #WOW I WONDER WHY #totally has nothing to do with living in a hostile anxiety inducing environment #ugh i'm so sorry i'm just really angry right now #like earlier i was just kinda sad and anxious but now i'm PISSED #laur babbles #laur's traveling woes #gonna put all my complaining during the duration of this trip under that tag in case anyone doesn't want to read them

[emometalhead]

After being back at work for two days, and having two horrendous shifts, I am one mishap away from quitting.

#dealt with so many ridiculously angry customers yesterday and was so busy I was scrambling #insanely busy today to the point of needing a manager to help me at one point because my workload was too much for one person #I was very very overwhelmed today #I felt good going into my shift and then immediately got chewed out by the other manager about something #got so anxious I thought I was going to cry and a co-worker I've barely spoken to asked why I looked so sad #set the tone for the whole shift tbh #working with that manager again tomorrow night and I am not looking forward to it #I hate closing in general but it makes it worse that now I'm like extra stressed around that manager #anyway I lowkey want to quit and/or die but it's fine #ashley rambles #work things

[blue-jisungs]

guiding you through crowd ♡

requested. yup! based on a piece i wrote here and got asked to write something like that w txt ^^

additional. established relationship + reader an boys’ relationship is known to public

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

he tries to act cool but he’s kinda pissed off :(

esp when you’re leaving a place you were on a date with and it’s really your first time seeing such a big crowd in person

you panic a little but he kissed your temple, cheeks, nose; everything, to calm you down

squeezes your hand as you walk through the crowd, eyes fixated on you to notice if there’s any discomfort or anxiety growing on your face

asks if you’re okay once in a car, ready to give anything you need

water? already on your lap. need a breather? he’s opening the window slightly and guides you through it. need a kiss or hug? he’s already smooching your face. a joke to lighten up the mood? knock knock–

definitely makes a serious comment about it in weverse (as he should)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

poor baby

he’s so nervous and unsure what to do

well, no. he’s sure he needs to get you safe to the car but he’s so sad and angry at the same time

not only you’re robbed of privacy but also he can clearly see how this situation made you anxious

helps you calm down a bit, runs his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion

asks the guard if you can grab his shirt ㅠㅠ

and the man agrees, bless his heart

so as you squeeze your eye shut in fear, one hand clutching the bodyguard’s shirt not to stray too far away and the other squeezing soobin’s hand

soobin himself is glaring at the ‘fans’, clearly annoyed

which makes some of them a bit scared

┆彡BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

he’s so <||3

you know those pics of celebs who hide their faces by tucking a tissue unde their sunglasses or wearing a bag on their head?

yeah

ignoring the fact that people know who you both are

beomgyu wants to ease the tension and proposes to wear something silly

paparazzis and ‘fans’ are here in the first place to get some pics, no?

so why don’t give them pics.

so he’s walking, hand in yours swinging dramatically as you have masks with holes cut for eyes on your face

well, you have two normal masks and one with holes; he has a paper bag with a >:P scribbled on it

almost slams into the car door tho bc he didn’t calculate the distance between them and himself LMAOSJW

but once you’re in a car, his hands are on your face (masks taken off) – worried eyes scanning if you’re okay

you calm each other down, beomgyu making a mental note to speak on it during next live

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

umm

he’s pissed 😇

he wanted the spend some time with you and all of a sudden there’s this huge crowd approaching you in a park

he sees how tensed up you got and in the blink of an eye calls the guards.

stares threateningly into the ‘fans’’ eyes while he guides you to the car, his hand never leaving the small of your back

once you’re in the car this mf will step out and very friendly and nicely says to the people to fuck off 😇

when he gets back in the car you can clearly see he’s pissed, jaw tightened and vein almost popping out

so you hold his hand to calm him down and he immediately comes back to reality; asking if you’re fine and placing soft kisses on your face

makes a long ass paragraph on weverse, talks about it on lives AND to the managers to prevent such incidents from happening in the future

king shit fr

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

kai :(((

he’s so frustrated that your quality time got interrupted

instantly checks up on you, laser focused and looking for any kinds of discomfort

throws a hoodie over you, smooches your cheeks and interlocks fingers with yours as you get ready to go through the crowd :(

keeps an eye on you 24/7 but

but.

he won’t hesitate to slightly push someone if they get in the way

luckily there’s no need but just so you know he’s more than willing to in order to protecc you

once you’re in a car, he hugs you tightly and apologises even tho it’s not his fault :((

won’t let go of your hand until you arrive to the dorms actually

he’s hesitant if he should speak out about it, so first he asks taehyun for advice

and even if kai doesn’t publicly speak on it but takes action more on the private side (managers etc) …

taehyun will make sure to throw a jab or two on weverse

he’s like ur guard dog fr

also pls reassure kai you’re okay, he’ll worry about it and overthink it :(

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[gisellaswrld]

i never doubted your loyalty once; until you decided that being loyal meant hurting your lover

af11 | after many conversations with the fantilli family, you decided to make one last attempt to reach out to adam.

"Come on, Y/N." Luca pleaded, staring down at your in your dorm. "I don't know why you think it's a bad idea." Luca crossed his arms over his chest. Your uncertain gaze just stared at him, silence following his words. "Give me on good reason, then I'll leave it alone."

"He hates me, Luca." You stated, voice low. "Me and Adam are done, there's nothing left."

"Bullshit--dude I was the one who listened to him after you guys broke up--he doesn't hate you!" Luca quickly replied, his hands flailing up. "I'll give you my Bio notes for a whole month, even the rest of the semester."

"I don't want your notes, be so for real Luca." You cracked a smile, rolling your eyes. "What if I do it, right? Then he plays like shit on his first game, then he get's even more angry at me." You conjured up the false scenario.

"He's bound to play like shit anyways!" Luca retaliated, he was begging you at this point. "No one plays good on their debut."

"The answer is no, Luca. Now go, I know you have workouts in twenty." You got up from the desk chair, shooing Luca out of your dorm.

"But-"

"No, Luca! Go!" You pushed him gently out of your dorm. You shut the door in his face, avoiding anymore pleading from him. Once you heard his footsteps walk away from the door, you let out a deep breath, leaning your forehead against the door.

There was no way you were recording a video for this montage.

Your break up with Adam was far too fresh, still painful in your heart, and probably his. It wasn't a mutual breakup either, in fact, neither of you wanted to break up. Your last argument was one that couldn't leave your head. It didn't leave during the silent times in class, when you were trying to sleep, or in the warm afternoons where there was silent.

It racked your brain.

"So, Ohio?" You spoke, watching Adam tug at the roots of his hair. He had been pacing around the hotel room since you guys got back. "What are we going to do, Y/N?" Adam abruptly spoke, standing in front of you.

The question took you aback, shocked that he would ask that. "What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion. "I mean, we can barely go three hours without being around each other. Now we are going to be hundreds of miles away from each other."

You quickly stood from the bed, anxious nerves filling your brain. "Adam--what--no, what?" You stuttered out. "We'll be able to work it out, it's not like your in California!"

"I know, I know. But still, I don't want it to cause problems between us. It'll make being away from you worse." Adam sighed, attempting to reach out and grab you hand. You quickly pulled yours away. "The fuck-"

"Why does it seem like you've already made this decision?" You stated, glaring at Adam. "Why does it seem like you've made this decision before we came here? Have you been thinking about leaving me?"

"The way your saying it is making me look like a shitty guy." Adam rolled his eyes, taking a step back from you. "Then tell me, Adam! Enlighten me about how I'm supposed to be saying this!" You shouted, a hand running through your hair.

"I mean, Y/N, we thought I was going to Anaheim. That's across the fucking country. You are telling me that thought never crossed you mind? You are telling me that the thought of distance breaking us up didn't cross your mind?" Adam spoke, his voice laced with sadness.

"Did you really think I was going to leave and that we were going to be perfectly fine?" Adam added, his eyes staring into your watering ones.

"No, I guess not." You spoke softly, tears falling down your face. "But I didn't think it was going to cause us to break up, Adam. I thought we would figure out a way to work things out. I really thought that." You shook your head, anger filling your voice once more.

"Then I think you were being naive about this." Adam deadpanned, venom lacing his voice.

"Adam, god you can call me naive, you can say I was being selfish or stupid. But, sorry for truly thinking that a three year relationship wouldn't go down the drain because you were going into the NHL. I'm sorry I didn't spend my nights wondering how we were going to end like you did. Fuck you, I hope you are lonely in Columbus. I won't be here when you wake up." You seethed, grabbing your things to rush out of his hotel room. You didn't forget to slam the door on the way out.

That night, you slept in Luca's room, crying as hard as you could.

You weren't expecting for Luca to ask you to be in the montage, you especially weren't expecting for Julia Fantilli to call you up. She encouraged you to make a small video, even if it was five seconds, she knew it would resonate with him in the slightest bit.

So, here you sat on your bed. Your phone leaning against a filled water bottle on your nightstand. It took twenty-nine tries, to be exact. At try fifteen, you had to plan out what you were going to say on a index card.

You sent the clip off to Luca, adding a small message with it. Now you just had to wait the three days until October 12, hoping this video wouldn't cause Adam to play like shit in his debut.

Adam knew a few of his family members and old teammates were creating something for him to watch on his birthday. He did not know that your face would pop up on the screen.

After watching a video of him from when he was younger, then Brindley, then Seamus, then his grandparents, then his brother, then his parents, he figured the video was over.

Then your face popped onto the screen.

"Hi Adam!" You spoke, your voice quiet. He recognized the surroundings quickly. You were in your dorm room at Michigan, the familiar posters from last year were still hung up on your wall. Except this time, pictures of you and Adam were missing.

Adam already had tears in his eyes, especially after watching the video from his brother. You were the last person he was expecting to be in the montage.

"I wanted to say happy birthday, and congratulations on your NHL debut. I know you probably weren't expecting this from me, but here I am." It was like you knew exactly what would be flowing through Adam's mind when you created this video.

"I'm so proud at how far you've came. I knew when I met you a long time ago you would do big things. Now, I'm sure you'll do even greater things." Your voice pained Adam more than he ever imagined. You sounded different, your voice was more sad and quiet than usual.

"I miss having you around in Michigan. I have no one to rant to about BioChem and Taylor Swift. But I know you are doing great things in Columbus. Good luck Adam, I love you." Then the video cut off.

Adam ran his hands down his face, his body feeling empty and heavy. He wasn't sure what greater god did this to knock some sense into his brain, but Adam knew he needed to fix this.

Adam had to fix it all.

#nhl imagine #nhl #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey imagines #adamfantilli #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli

[mollysolo]

xavier with prompts 42, 43, 77 and 51 ?? 😳

All I Need To Hear

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Xavier stop talking after he starts ditching you to spend more time with Wednesday.

Warnings: Some arguing, friends to lovers trope, jealousy

Prompts Used: "Will you please just talk to me?" "I want to settle things and make us right again. I can't bear to see you so upset with me." "I have always loved you and I don't think l'll ever stop loving you." "I love you, without end."

Word Count: 1k

a/n: ngl, this is kinda dramatic but i hope y’all like this anyways!

So far, it had been exactly two weeks and two days since you had started ignoring your best friend, Xavier.

And you’d admitted it to yourself now that your reasoning for ignoring him was pretty stupid. But you were still hesitant to start talking to Xavier again, worried that he might be mad at you for suddenly pretending as if he didn’t exist.

Your reasoning for ignoring him being Wednesday Addams. She started attending Nevermore almost a month ago and ever since then, Xavier had been absolutely infatuated with her. He had even started canceling any plans you had last minute, just to hang out with her.

And you were growing quite tired of it, so you gave him a taste of his own medicine and began ditching him whenever he tried to hang out with you. Which in return, had started to annoy him just like you wanted it to.

———————————————

Later that day, late in the evening while you laid on your bed in your dorm, you heard someone impatiently knocking against your door.

You rolled your eyes and groaned as you got off of your bed, “Coming!” you yelled out as you made your way to your door.

You opened the door to find an upset Xavier, his fist in the air as if he was going to knock again right what you opened your door.

You began to glare at him right away, “What?” you ask, an annoyed tone to your voice.

He then forced his way into your dorm and started to pace in the wide space in between you and your roommates beds.

You shut the door behind him and muttered, “Sure, come right in.” under your breath, an annoyed tone still to your voice.

“Will you please just talk to me? Tell me what I did wrong.” he desperately requested while his pacing continued.

You rolled your eyes once again, this time directly at him, “What’s it to you? Why does it matter to you if I ignore you or not?” you replied, trying to maintain an angry facade. When truly you felt a bit guilty for making the boy you loved feel this horrible.

"I want to settle things and make us right again. I can't bear to see you so upset with me." he told you, an anxious tone to his voice while he stopped moving and looked directly into your eyes.

You felt shy under his gaze, looking away as you started to respond to his heartfelt statement, “So, when you ditch me for Wednesday, it’s fine. But when I start to ditch you, it’s a problem?” you angrily questioned.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, “Is that what all of this is about?” he asked, you look at him once but don’t respond, “She’s just a friend, (y/n). You should know that.” he paused again for a moment, observing your reaction.

Your arms were crossed over your chest and you had a sad look on your face, that angry facade disappearing easily once he began to pour his heart out to you. He even noticed that tears had started to well up in your eyes, making him frown.

"I have always loved you and I don't think l'll ever stop loving you. Okay? You are truly the only girl I have my eyes on." he admitted as he let go of the breath he had been unconsciously holding, “I went to Wednesday for advice on how to admit my feelings to you since the two of you seemed to get along well her first week here.” he said, finishing off his confession.

You quickly uncross your arms and cross the room so that you were now standing right in front of him. You then looked up to meet his eyes and softly cupped his face in your hands, the cold temperature of your hands making him briefly shiver and smile.

One of your hands then shifted down to hold one of his hands in yours, “I feel stupid. I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of being so dramatic. I’m sorry.” you told him, your eyes still fixated on his.

His free hand started to hold your face while he responded, “No sorries. I probably would’ve reacted the same way if it was the other way around.” he replied while he gazed at you lovingly, his cheeks a bit pink.

A few tears fell down your cheeks as you listened to what he had to say. He was always so kind to you even when you felt like you didn’t deserve him or his kindness.

You looked down at the floor once then back up at Xavier, “I love you, without end.” you confessed to him, pure sincerity in your eyes as tears continued to fall from them.

He quickly wiped your tears from your sensitive cheeks and you leaned into his touch, his own cheeks still blushing while he watched you react to his affection.

He had started to stare at your lips shortly after this and you swiftly decided that you would stop his staring by kissing him. So, you grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pulled him towards you, successfully pressing your lips to his.

His lips felt soft and pillowy while he kissed you, causing a wave of comfort to wash over you. You felt safe with him.

The way he kissed you made you realize how blind you had been to his clear attempts at flirting with you prior to this. And as he desperately kissed you back, you also felt both of his large hands come up to cup your face again, never wanting to let go.

You pulled away from his lips moments later with a soft smile on your face, he smiled back at you and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

Neither of you felt the need to say another word as you remained in this sweet moment. Which you both hoped would never end.

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[danikamariewrites]

hello, I don't want to be annoying but could you please write a Azriel angst + comfort fic? Maybe something where his mate, the reader, was in a bad mood and is very mean to Azriel, so when he leaves she thinks that he's mad and never coming back and just spirals.

Hopefully Azriel shows up later with the reader's favorite things because I can't live without a little fluff after my heart breaks into a million pieces~

Pointless Fights

Azriel x reader

A/n: hi anon! You’re not annoying at all I love hurt/comfort Az

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, and some anxiety

You had been avoiding Azriel all morning since you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Some days you were irrationally angry. It was nothing in particular, your hard days built up and you felt like you deserved to be mad sometimes.

You didn’t want to take it out on Azriel, he didn’t deserve to be the victim of your bad mood. Sitting in your little library reading was the best thing to do today. Especially since it was the perfect weather for it. A rough storm had made landfall in Velaris early this morning the thunder and lightning was so loud you jolted awake.

A knock sounded from the grand wooden door. You didn’t bother with a reply Azriel entered anyway. He came to sit next to you on the couch gently running his pointer finger along your shoulder. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you. You ok?”

You only gave him an unenthusiastic hum without looking up from your book. If you had looked up you would have seen Azriel’s concerned frown. His finger stopped and rested on your shoulder before you tilted away from his touch. Azriel wasn’t hurt by you shrugging away from his touch. He was too busy wracking his brain as to why you were in a bad mood.

Nothing happened last night at dinner. Unless he completely misinterpreted the conversation you and Nesta had as friendly. Cauldron save them if you and Nesta were fighting.

“Is it ok if I sit with you?” You nod still staring down at your book. Your eyes scanning the words but not fully comprehending them. Azriel leaned back into the couch propping his feet up on the coffee table to read over reports.

You were fine with him sitting with you for a while. Until his breathing and constant sighs were starting to grate on your brain. You kept giving him glares through your lashes that he didn’t notice. Azriel clears his throat and you hit your limit with noises.

Gripping your book tight you whip your head up making Azriel look at you. “Oh my gods! You are so loud! Can you please leave me alone, I want to be by myself please.” Azriel looked taken aback, blinking a few times. Azriel rises from the couch whispering a small ‘ok’ before leaving.

After a few minutes you hear the front door of the house shut. You jump up from the couch, rushing to see if Azriel really left the house. Looking out the window next to the front door you see Azriel’s wings flapping in the distance, carrying him toward the city.

“Fuck,” your fist lightly thumps against the glass. You didn’t mean to snap at him. There was definitely a nicer way to say you wanted to be alone. You slightly started to panic as your anxious thoughts took over. What if he never came back? What if you pushed him away this time and he stops talking to you?

You started pacing around the house biting at your nails. You needed a distraction. During your mindless wandering you found yourself in the kitchen. That’s what you’ll do! Bake his favorite cookies. That fixes everything.

In the middle of your baking frenzy you shivered. Deciding you miss the feel of Azriel you head to the bedroom and slip on your favorite hoodie of his.

Over an hour later Azriel entered the house. The scent of his favorite chocolate chip cookies penetrating his nose. Walking into the kitchen he finds you sitting at the table with the cookie plated in front of you. Your leg was bouncing rapidly under the table.

You look up at him with sad, apologetic eyes pushing the plate toward him. Azriel places the shopping bags he’s holding on the table as he sits next to you. He wraps his arm around you pulling your head to rest on his shoulder, playing with your hair. Leaving a soft kiss on your head he murmurs, “What’s wrong baby? I can tell it’s been a bad day.”

You let out a long sigh relaxing into his warmth. “I’m just in a bad mood. I just feel like being mad today. I’m sorry I yelled at you Az, I didn’t mean to.” Azriel wrapped his other arm around you to pull you into a loving embrace. “It’s ok y/n, I understand I have those days too.”

You climb into Azriel’s lap and tuck your face into the side of his neck. “I made you apology cookies.” Your voice comes out muffled. His chest shakes from laughter. “I got you some stuff to cheer you up.” You pick your head up to meet his loving gaze. “Really?”

Azriel drags the bags closer and turns you so your facing the table. As he munches on a cookie you pull out the first gift, it was the newest romance book you’d been meaning to get. You look at Azriel with a surprised face and he gestures for you to keep going. New pens, sticky tabs for taking notes, and a few bookmarks. Opening the next bag you find a new oversized pink hoodie.

“I thought you’d be comfy in that while reading. And I noticed all your pens were out of ink so I thought I’d get you the fun ones.” He smiles down at you. You stand pulling him with you and tightly wrap your arms around his middle. “Thank you Azzy. I love it.”

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel #azriel angst #azriel fluff #azriel imagine

[lyjen]

Duty Calls pt. 3

Summary: Patience is key, is what they say. Evan doesn’t know how to hold himself together, while (Y/n) is in surgery.

A/N: This is the last part of “Duty Calls”. Requests are welcome! :)

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Evan was pacing through the room. At times like these, waiting on someone he cared about, he couldn’t sit still. This was the only thing he could do what made him calm down a little. His heart was pounding in his chest. 

“Buck, can you please just sit down?” Eddies voice sounded through Evan’s eardrums. 

The 118 was in the hospital too. Evan wanted to stay, and they wanted to support him. Even though they didn’t knew the sergeant he seemed to have a close connection with. So they decided to take the rigs out of service, so they could be with him. 

He had promised her, he’d be waiting for her. He couldn’t break that promise. He didn’t have the heart to do that. He couldn’t just go back out there, fighting fires and saving people when one of the people he cared most about was hurt. 

For other people, she was just another cop who had gotten hurt on call. But not for Evan. There was an unexplainable chemistry between them, which they couldn’t ignore or deny. 

“Why is it taking so long” Evan murmured while he paced again through the waiting room. Completely ignoring Eddie’s request to sit down. Evan let his hands rest on top of his head. He was clearly impatient and getting anxious.

“Hey, she’s in good hands. At times like this, patience is key.” Bobby’s voice sounded through the waiting room, while his eyes connected with Evan. “I just wished she mentioned her stomach was hurting earlier. Maybe then she wouldn’t have coded on scene.” Evan’s voice sounded broken. He was clearly blaming himself for not noticing she had gotten hurt. Even though she seemed fine, and wasn’t complaining. Evan put his forehead against the wall, he wanted to slam his head into the wall, but he knew it wouldn’t make anything about this situation better. He was angry, sad, happy because she made it to the hospital alive. So many feelings were rushing through his body, he couldn’t describe it. 

He felt a body standing closer to his side. A hand fell on his shoulder as he was still leaning with his forehead against the wall. He pulled his head back, so he wasn’t leaning on the wall anymore, as he looked to his right. Hen was looking at him with a concerned look on her face. She squeezed his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be blaming yourself for this. You couldn’t have known.” Hen tried to talk him out of the negative thoughts he had. “I was with her the entire time. From when she got out of that house, till the moment she collapsed in my arms. I could’ve noticed something!” Evan hissed. 

“She was fine when I saw the two of you sitting on the back of the ambulance. There weren’t any signs she gave you, or us to notice that gunshot wound.” Hen assured him, letting him know that he didn’t miss anything. He didn’t do anything wrong. “But. What I do know, is that she isn’t going to get any better if you keep blaming yourself for this.“

“And that, that girl is not agreeing with your conclusion.” Hen continued after a moment of silence. Hen motioned towards the chairs with her head. “Come on, let’s sit down.” she said. Evan wanted to say no to her. That he wouldn’t sit down until they had news on his new friend, may I say crush. 

But Evan finally agreed to sit down. Evan sat down next to Eddie, who gave him a pat on the shoulder. And Hen gave him a pat on the knee. Telling him he was okay. Evan’s elbows leaned on his thighs as a hand wiped over his face. Patience is key. 

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Every now and then, a nurse or doctor enters the waiting room, calling out a patients name. Every time when one of the workers enters the room, he could hear his own heartbeat pounding in both of his ears. He sat up straight, waiting to hear them call (Y/n)’s name. Whenever they didn’t call out her name, he sunk back into his chair. 

After a rough 40 minutes, after the last doctor had left the room, another doctor enters the waiting room. Evan sat up straight again, focussed on the doctor. Hoping to hear her name. 

“(Y/n) (Y/L/n)?” The doctor calls out. As soon as Evan hears the sound of the first two letters, he jumped up and hurried towards the place where the doctor was standing. As soon as the doctor turned to Evan, she started to explain the situation. “H-how is she?” He stuttered. He felt a few more people coming to stand behind him and on the side. Bobby put out his hand on his shoulder. 

“Your friend is fine, the surgery went well. We removed the bullet from her body and were able to clean up the mess it made to her organs. The only thing we couldn’t prevent is that she may get a mark from the wound. She also inhaled a lot of smoke, so we got her on some medication for the symptoms, and of course oxygen.” The doctor explains. It’s a lot. Evan panted, as he releases a breath he didn’t knew he was holding. “Thank you.” He speaks through his breaths. “Uh, can I see her?” He carefully asked the doctor. 

The doctor closed the document she was holding in her hands and held it in front of her body. “Yes, you can. But, she is still coming back around from the anesthesia. So it may be that she’s still asleep. She just came out of the surgery 15 minutes ago so she should be waking up any minute now.” The doctor answered. Evan didn’t have the words for it. So he nodded at the doctor as she leaves the group of people standing in the waiting room. 

Evan turned to his team. “What are you waiting for? This is your time!” Chimney said as he stuffed a crisp in his mouth while he grabbed for some more out of the little bag.  “What am I supposed to say to her?” He asks his team. Eddie laughed. 

“So.. you’ve been waiting in this room for hours. And now you’re panicking about that?” Eddie spoke. Evan didn’t know what to say, so he just went silent and stared awkwardly to the ground. “Dude just ask her out. We’ve seen the way you act around her.” Eddie continued. 

“Okay so, you want me to go in there and be like: Hey! Welcome back! Do you want to go on a date?” He says with a fake smile like the question didn’t make any sense. Eddie put his hands on his hips and stared at Evan with a serious look projected on his face. “You know that’s not what I meant.” He looks him dead in the eye. “Okay now… Buck, calm down. Just be you, that’s more than enough. And you know that.” Bobby interrupted the two and puts a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “If you need us, we’ll be here.” Bobby nodded towards Evan, as a sign for him to go. 

Evan nodded, and spun on his heels and walked through the hallway. 

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Evan peeked through the window of the room, which was partly covered with blinds.  He saw her just lying there on the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed and underneath her nose was an oxygen tube. He just stood there, in front of that window. Looking at (Y/n), but with the tube underneath her nose, it was like he didn’t recognize her. She was always smiling when she was near Evan. That’s how he remembered her. 

With a trembling hand, Evan’s hand slipped onto the lever of the door. He took a deep breath, pushed the lever down and opened the door of the hospital room (Y/n) was in. Evan slowly walked into the room and took place on the left side of the hospital bed she was lying on. Still asleep from the anesthesia. 

After a few moments of just observing her, his hand slid into hers, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. He sighed. Unsure what to do, should he say something? Should he stay quiet? He didn’t knew. As he feels (Y/n)’s fingers putting a little pressure on his hand. His eyes went from their hands together, to her eyes. She was slowly coming back around. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the suddenly bright LED Lights on the ceiling shining into her eyes. A smile started to form itself on Evan’s face as he notices she was opening her eyes.

“Hey there sleepyhead” Evan spoke softly. The familiar voice ranging into her eardrums made her smile weakly. She scanned the room. (Y/n) was trying to figure out what was happening. She felt something underneath her nose, her right hand slowly made its way to her upper lip where oxygen tube was resting on. She wanted to grab it, and pull it away, but Evan’s other hand stopped her from grabbing the tube. “No, no, no.. don’t touch that.” His voice sounded as he pulled her other hand away too. He was now holding both of her hands, and gave them a gently squeeze. Her eyes met his again, “You’re still here” she whispered, barely audible. “I told you I’d be here, I don’t break my promises.” He reacted and pulled a chair, which was standing next to the hospital bed, closer and took a seat as he looses the grip on her hands. 

(Y/n) placed her hand on his cheek. Evan smiled slightly at the touch, and felt jitters jumping up and down in his stomach. “What did the doctor say?” She asks, her hand still remaining on his cheek. He took the hand of his cheek, so he was able to speak freely. And took her hand in both of his, elbows resting on the mattress of the bed. “The surgery went well, they took out the bullet. But you inhaled a lot of smoke, but you got meds for that.” He answered her question. “The doctor also told me that the wound probably will leave a mark.” He continued. Her neutral look which was projected on her face, seemed to fade. And morphed into a sad look. 

A feeling of sadness and failure rushed through her veins. She was marked for life if the scar didn’t fade away. Every time she would look at herself in the mirror, she would be remembered of that call. It wasn’t the worst memory, but she would’ve tried to forget it as soon as possible. But with that mark on her, she would always be reminded of that day. 

She feels one of Evan’s hand rubbing over her wrist. And kissed her hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to reassure her. (Y/n) just stared in front of her, into the space of the room. “you’re gonna have a bad ass scar.” Evan tried to give her a pep talk. She wanted to smile because of his reaction. But she couldn’t.

The room filled itself with silence. 

Evan tried to make the best out of things. “You know, if I looked at the mark..” he started. “The first thing I’d think of is how brave you were, to get into that basement all by yourself. All that matters is that you pushed your own feelings a side, to try and stop a simple argument. And yes, there went something wrong, but you got yourself out of there. That’s what I’d see.” He finished his speech. 

They were silent. Just looking each other in the eyes. (Y/n) looked to her right, so she wasn’t facing Evan anymore. She bit her lower lip, trying to bite away the tears which were blurring her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blink her tears away. 

After a few moments, she felt a hand cupping her cheek, which made her head move towards Evan, so she was facing him now again. His thumb swiped away a tear, which was starting to roll over her cheek. Adrenaline ignited in (Y/n)’s stomach. His eyes were dwarreling from her eyes, to her lips. His hand moved from her cheek to her neck. Evan came closer to her and conquered her lips. She placed her hand on his cheek. Their lips disconnected, she could feel his breathing, he was panting. Her nose was almost touching his. 

He looked into her eyes and she looked into his. When their eyes connected, they both smiled. Evan took a breath and let his forehead fell against hers. 

This is going to be an interesting little relationship. 

#evanbuckley #eddiediaz #911 fox #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #911 imagine #911 #911 abc #imagine #evan buckley

[lilyrizzy]

prompt—When we broke up but I'm still his emergency contact for maxiel

sad fic alert! i hope you like it <3

Max wakes up to the angry vibration of his phone on the bedside table, the flashing screen far too bright in the dark of their- his bedroom.

With heavy eyes, he tries to make sense of the blurred numbers, the ones that tell him it's four-thirty in the morning and the ones that tell him it's an unknown number calling. The area code is from here, from Monaco.

"Hello?" He answers after just a moment of considering letting it ring out. He'd been having a good dream, full of honking laughter and summer sun, in which the noise of the phone had been the waves of the sea until he'd woken up.

"Is this Max Verstappen?" A serious-sounding voice on the other end of the line asks. Before Max can ask in return, who wants to know- "I am calling about Daniel Ricciardo."

For a heart-stopping moment, Max wonders if this is him. The man Daniel has been photographed leaving clubs with, who has shown up to races with him, who is probably keeping his bed warm since-

"Who is this?" Max asks, hot anger boiling over his voice, replacing the previous lukewarm irritation. "What-"

"I'm a nurse calling from the Princess Grace Hospital," the voice interrupts, quick and professional, "Mr Ricciardo had an accident while out at a nightclub, intoxicated."

The words are icey water thrown over the furious fire in Max's gut. Goosebumps raise over his arms, his legs, his whole body as he throws the covers off, already scrambling for the jeans he shrugged off just before bed.

"An accident," he repeats, panic raising the pitch of his voice an entire octave, "is he-"

"Mr Ricciardo is fine," the voice interrupts again, smooth. "A few stitches in his arm where he cut himself on some glass in the bar, a bruised head from a fall. We have cleared the risk of a concussion. We just need someone to pick him up and take him home."

Relief threatens to choke Max, but then with it a sense of dread that coils tight in his stomach. It doesn't stop him from reaching for the keys of his fastest car, because he knows the answer already to the next question he asks.

"You want me to- To come and get him?"

"Yes," the man confirms, "He isn't sober enough for us to discharge him without a family or friend."

Max doesn't have the heart to tell this stranger that he isn't either anymore.

---

Sat on the edge of the hospital bed, Daniel has the nerve to look sheepish. It's obvious he's still a little drunk from the way he sways even sat down. It's obvious he's had more than just alcohol from the anxious way his foot is tapping against air, the bed too high for his feet to touch the ground.

"Hi Maxy," he says looking up to see Max standing in the doorway, and Max wonders when one nickname and the flash of a smile will stop him from remembering how happy he used to be.

At his sides, his fingers itch to reach out, to touch what Max knows too well are the softest parts of him, to make sure they are still warm.

"Daniel," is all he says instead, and for a moment they just stare at each other under the harsh glare of fluorescent hospital lighting. Then, "they called me, to come to get you."

Daniel nods, and then the nod dissolves into shaking his head from side to side as though moving it to music only he can hear.

"Yeah well," he snorts, "they think a few little stitches and a bash on the head is enough to require a babysitter. I did try to tell them I'm a badass race car driver and this-" he waves his left arm -"is nothing compared to my titanium hand, but-"

He punctuates his protests with a jerky shrug, and this is nothing like the Daniel that Max knows.

The Daniel Max knows would be pouting, asking if Max thought he was brave for doing it all alone. Better yet, the Daniel Max knows would have wanted Max here to hold his hand while the doctor threaded the needle through his skin. Would want Max to look after him afterwards, to make it all better with a kiss and buttery toast in bed.

With Daniel's arm still waving indignantly in the air, for the first time, Max looks at it properly. Before, he'd been too busy looking at his face, the red rim of his eyes, the dark circles underneath them, still so greedy to drink him in. At race weekends in front of cameras, he's made an art of looking away.

The bandages are thick, covering a lot of his forearm. The baby cupid with his bow is mostly covered, the delicate arch of his foot and toes are the only parts of him visible, peeking out from the bottom.

"Did it hurt?" Max can't help but ask, and it's stupid. That even after perfecting the hurt they caused each other with months of shouting matches, followed by even more of stone cold silence, the idea of Daniel in pain is still one that he can't quite stomach.

Daniel's gaze shifts down to fix on his own shoes as he answers.

"Nah," is all he says with another shrug. "Nah, I just- I'm tired mate, can you drive me home? Or to your place, I just- I need to sleep it off."

Max tries not to wince at the reminder that home and Max's apartment aren't the same thing to Daniel anymore.

"Okay," he says, nodding even though Daniel isn't looking at him. "Let me find the nurse, for your paperwork."

---

In the car, Daniel presses his cheek against the window and lets his eyes fall shut.

Months ago, in another life, Max could have told Daniel not to smudge the glass with his sweaty skin. Daniel would have giggle infuriatingly and told Max, you love my sweat. Maybe Max would have a hand on Daniel's knee. Maybe Max would have leant over at the traffic lights to lick his cheek and joke back, salty, my favourite.

Or maybe he would have got annoyed, like at the end, and told Daniel to stop being such a child.

"Did you ask them to call me?" Max asks eventually, just as the light turns green again. The question has been playing on his mind since the panic of being woken by a hospital phone call ebbed away.

On the other side of the windows, the sun is beginning to rise. A new day.

"No," Daniel says, his voice clear. More awake than he looks. "No they- I forgot to change my emergency contact info back to Blake."

Max bites the inside of his cheek and nods. It's not something he thought about, because it's not something he has had to do himself. His dad is still his number one 'in case of emergency' number, and his manager Raymond his number two. It's something they fought about, once, Max not understanding the big deal, but now-

Now, one day Daniel might get really hurt or worse, and it makes Max's stomach churn to realise he would have to hear about it from Instagram or the Daily Mail like everyone else who isn't special to him.

It's not until they pull up outside Daniel's apartment building that he opens his eyes again to see where Max is dropping him off. He looks disappointed, and then- Hurt.

It takes everything in Max not to tell him to wait, that he'll drive them back to Max's place, home after all. To promise that Daniel can sleep it off in their old bed, that Max will make him their usual hangover cure that Daniel teasingly nicknames 'Max-y-Million's breakfast of champions,' but-

It'd be too hard, to know that none of it would be real. That Daniel wouldn't stay, but that the images of him there amongst all of Max's things that used to be their things would. To feel the moment fade into another memory that haunts the apartment.

"Do you need me to walk you up?" Max offers instead, but he knows what the answer will be before Daniel speaks.

"I'm good," Daniel promises, face shuttering closed so Max can no longer see the soft vulnerability of his surprise at them winding up back here, at this crossroads again.

The last time Max had driven him here it had been with a car full of suitcases and cardboard boxes.

"Okay," Max says, and it's ironic how out of all the times he threw Daniel's immaturity in his face, he is now the one suddenly blinking back tears like a child. He fixes his eyes on his steering wheel, the bold yellow Ferrari badge, so he doesn't have to watch Daniel leave again.

The car door doesn't open.

"Maxy," Daniel sighs instead, and it's all it takes for the first tear to fall, to slide off his nose and into his lap. "Max, I-"

"Don't," Max pleads, even though he's desperate to know what Daniel might say.

I miss you. I love you. I hate you. I remember when we used to be easy, why can't it be like that anymore?

"Me too," he says, because no matter what it's the truth.

Daniel's fingertips on his cheek make Max jerk, the unexpected tenderness as he wipes away a tear startling him. When Max won't look at him, Daniel sighs again, a little harder. More softness Max has chipped away from him.

"I'll see you in Barcelona," is all he says though, and the next sound is the slam of the car door behind him.

#there's a happy ending...somewhere #maybe i'll write it next who knows #fic #max/daniel

[throughthetwistedmirror]

Cuddles? ~ *Malleus Draconia*

Summary: Malleus doesn’t know much about being in love and dating. So it’s up to you to show him the ropes. And what’s more important than cuddling?

Pairing: Malleus Draconia X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 538

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel @savanaclaw1996

“Are you sure about this, Child of Man?” Malleus asked, his brows furrowed.

You nodded, burrowing deeper into his side and pulling his arm over your body. “Yes, I’m sure. This is what two people who care about each other do where I’m from.”

“I see…” He trailed off.

Malleus was still stiff as a board and you couldn’t help but smile. He was trying at least. But this was all so new to him. You didn’t know what to say or do to get him to relax.

Glancing up at him, you asked, “Malleus, are you okay?”

“I’m alright I suppose.”

“You suppose?” You glanced up at him with a slight frown. “Malleus, my dear, I know you’re anxious and this is all new to you, so if you’re uncomfortable, it’s okay to say so. We can stop. I won’t be angry or sad.”

He didn’t respond right away, but eventually, he whispered, “I just don’t know if I’m doing this right.”

Nodding, you squeezed him a little. “You’re doing just fine, I promise.”

“I’m not holding you too tight or anything? This is comfortable for you as well, yes?”

You chuckled despite yourself. “Yes, Malleus, everything is fine. How about you? Are you anymore comfortable or do I need to adjust? Just tell me where you need me and I’ll be there.”

He was silent for a long time and when you looked him in the eyes, they were wide and his mouth was slightly ajar. Before you could ask what was wrong, he mumbled. “I like the sound of that. I want you to be there for me whenever I need you. Is that okay?”

Your cheeks burned at his confession, your hands snaking up to hide it from him. “O-oh, um, yes. That’s alright with me. Though I’m not sure Sebek will care for that kind of request.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Well…” Even if Sebek liked to give you headaches, you didn’t particularly want to get him in trouble. “Well, you see, he doesn’t particularly like anyone getting that close to you, given your status and all. But I’m sure he’ll come around to having me around more often. At least Lilia and Silver like me, so that’s a plus!”

Malleus nodded slowly. “Yes, that is good.”

With a sigh, you laid back down against him and pulled his arm over your body once more. “Let’s not worry about that now. I still need to show you how to cuddle properly.”

“Right, of course. Am I doing this right?”

Glancing up, you said, “There is one thing we can try.”

With your free hand, you gently touched the opposite side of his head and leaned it against the top of yours, careful of his horns. His eyes widened at your action but allowed you to continue. His free hand laced with the hand over your body and he pulled you closer.

“Like this?”

You nodded, your cheeks warming. “Yes, like that. Is that comfortable for you?”

His lips pressed against your temple, causing you to gasp slightly in surprise. He had never been this forward with affection before. Perhaps cuddles could change a person.

“Yes, I’m perfectly comfortable being with you like this.”

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction #Twisted Wonderland Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #Diasomnia #Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia X Reader #Malleus Draconia Fanfiction #Malleus Draconia Drabble #Malleus Draconia Fluff #Malleus #Malleus X Reader #Malleus Fanfiction #Malleus Drabble #Malleus Fluff #Drabble #Fluff

[psychwxrdd]

you are unfixable.

rafe is a possessive individual. obsessive, controlling. but you love him, right? so you surely must obey when he tells you not to do something, thats what he expects and thats how it will be. you're his.

warnings: abusive relationship, toxic boyfriend, possessive and obsessive behaviour, side jj x reader, domestic violence

(not mine gif)

the air felt scary inside his car, you were quietly staring at the window, not even breathing properly, scared of how your boyfriend would react. the silence made you even more anxious that if he was yelling instead.

no music, nothing. just the sound of the wheels.

till he broke it.

"what were you two even talking about? huh?"

"i told you, rafe, he just tried to have a normal conversation!" you said clearly annoyed.

he glanced at you.

"i already told you several times, i don't want you talking to that guy!" he almost shouted. his face looked red. his tone was harsh, but he tried not to scream yet.

"rafe...this is crazy! please, see things how they really are, i'm your girlfriend! it is not like i would go out there flirting with anyone else, i love you!"

you wanted to cry at how angry and sad you felt.

"i- i know, but..." he nodded his head, staring at his own hands "i know jj likes you, okay? and i just want to make sure he doesn't think he stand a chance with you"

"what are you talking about?" you furrowed your eyebrows. jj and you were never close, but whenever you had the opportunity to talk, it was something nice, fresh. he was a good company. you were sure he never saw you as anything else than a possible friendship.

"i see how he looks at you... the same way as i do, y/n" you breathed heavily. rafe wasn't just dramatic, he was THE drama queen himself. "don't give me that look!"

"what look?"

"the one you're giving me right now! like...like i'm crazy or something!" his eyes were full of tears, he was holding the steering wheel with a tight grip, his hands looked white.

"look" you said, trying to calm down . there was a brief moment of silence, you were thinking about the right words. "i've been thinking a lot about it, and... rafe, i'm not being healthy for you. our relationship is not healthy for you."

his eyes went wide, knowing what you were about to say. his heart beated so fast he considered he would might have a heart attack.

he knew it. he knew he was a fucking freak, but he couldn't find a healthier way to cope. he was totally, completely obsessed with you, he felt like throwing up by the mere thought of life without you. he knew it was far more than love, he knew it was sick.

"you need to focus on yourself by now, you know? try to stay clean, go see a therapist, take care of your mind and soul-"

before you could finish, he raced the car again. but this time, much faster than before.

"rafe, slow down!"

he kept going faster and faster, till the point where you were almost crying.

"RAFE! STOP!"

he didn't. and thats when you grabbed his arm, desperatedly trying to make him stop.

"please, please rafe, stop right now!"

you were so scared. it was a dark road, you could barely see anything in front of you.

he stopped.

you were breathless. your heart felt anxious, remembering the times where your dad used to fight with your mom and race the car, exactly like this, and threat to kill you and her.

rafe grabbed your wrist on his arm, tightly. "look at me"

you stared immediately, scared for your life. for some reason, you had jj in mind. would this ever happen if you were with him instead? what about the calm, fresh love you always wanted? this wasn't life. love wasn't supposed to be this dark. what if you had never met rafe and were close to jj instead?

of course he was also up for some trouble, but clearly not as extreme as your boyfriend.

"i love you more than i even love myself. but that doesn't mean i will let you hurt me like this and be just fine" he then cupped your jaw. you couldn't hold your sobs anymore.

"i can't live without you, baby, i'm not even phisically able to do it... so you're gonna be with me for the rest of my goddamn life, you get it? i'm gonna marry you soon and we're gonna leave this piece of shit of island, and it's gonna be just us. none of those filthy friends you have, none else but me and you." he tapped your head with his fingers, he didn't blink during the whole time he was saying this. staring at you dead in the eyes. "i'm not joking when i say that i would kill for you, and that including you, baby. you're not gonna leave me, ever"

"i wish i never met you" you cried. immediately regreting, but your emotions were speaking louder.

the slap was so hard you felt like your face and ear was burning on fire.

"we're gonna wash that little pretty mouth of yours once we get home."

#rafe x you #dark rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #drew starkey #outer banks #obx fic #dark rafe

[guardarecheluna]

I know you’d never leave me behind, but i am lost this time.

Words: 5K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (Arguments, miscommunication, anxiety.)

Summary: Harry has never been an anxious person before having his daughter. And bursting through the baby bubble, leaving the safety of home behind was more difficult than expected; way more difficult than expected.

“She’s just over a week old, and you’re insane if you think we’re taking her to see my family. She could get really sick, so tell me, what is it that you don’t understand?”

Harry’s harsh tone was resonating in Y/N’s system as she looked up at him from her place on the sofa. Harry was holding their newborn in his strong arms, her little head perfectly supported in the crook of his arm. And even with his frustration spilling out on Y/N, he was gently swinging side to side, to keep little Elida calm and happy. Y/N swallowed harshly and bit her tongue, not wanting to upset him further or wake up their sleepy baby.

Anne had been terrorising the new family with calls every day since the birth of Elida. She didn’t mean no harm, they knew, but she had been asking to come meet her grandbaby. However, Harry and Y/N were in agreement that they wanted the first week on their own, no visitors unless wanted, just to get settled into being a new family and spend time in the baby bubble. It had now been over a week, and without thinking much about it, Y/N had agreed to travel up to see Anne, from London, without talking to Harry first. She figured it would be fine, they had only discussed a week, Y/N had been feeling better and better since the birth, and Elida was getting used to her life out of the sac nicely. Y/N was also desperate to get out of the house at this point, to see another face, and show off the new family member. Y/N just didn’t expect hell to break loose when she mentioned it to Harry.

“I can’t believe you’re not thinking about Elida, she’s so little, and they’re going to be all over her with their germs. It’s our baby, they can wait for a few more weeks.” Harry continued on, Y/N have barely stuttered a word in response to his words. She had no idea that agreeing to come see Anne the next day would cause such a stir in him.

“Harry, settle down, please, let’s just talk.” Y/N tried carefully, with a gentle tone. She knew that Harry’s baby anxiety had been hitting him hard. Although they both expected to feel some anxiety around their new life as parents, Harry’s been off the charts in the past few days. He looked livid, dark circles under his eyes and some spit up on his ripped Pink Floyd t-shirt.

“No, I will not back down on this, because you obviously don’t understand.” He said, now pacing around between the sofa and their living room windows. That was the final straw for Y/N. She had been understanding, gentle, and comforting with him although she was also feeling all of these new feelings surrounding their baby, plus she had just given birth. She was tired, and she was sore. Y/N stood up with a blank expression, facing him. “I would think very carefully of how you speak to me, don’t act like I’m clueless. Talk to me about what you’re feeling instead of speaking in code. Cause I’m not buying it, I will not allow you to talk to me like that.” She said harshly, a wrinkle between her brows and eyes glazing over. Harry’s face softened for a moment, before hardening up again. “I’m going to have a shower, and you’re going to call your mother and tell her we’re not coming.” Y/N continued, walking towards the stairs, in direction of their bathroom.

She honestly couldn’t tell if she was sad or angry; if she was hurt or offended. But she got in the shower anyway, trying to think of anything, anything but Harry being that angry with her. She just wished that she knew what was going on in Harry’s head.

Harry could feel the anxiety rising in his chest. A nauseous, tight feeling climing up his throat. He knew he messed up the second he saw her eyes become teary. He wasn’t really angry, not at all, and especially not with Y/N. He needed her more than ever, and she, him. However, with all these new feelings, and trying to take care of Elida; constant nappy changes, tummy massages, lullabies and changing of clothes, - he felt himself slipping. All the anxiety he was feeling just came out as anger, and Y/N shouldn’t have to take the heat of it.

The thing is, he is constantly worried for Elida. Has she gotten enough milk? Is she comfortable? Too hot? Too cold? Is her tummy aching? Is she breathing alright?

Harry had spent most of Y/N’s pregnancy on family forums and reading parenting books, trying to learn anything and everything. At the end, it all got too overwhelming, hearing scary stories from other parents of what not to do, and in result, he could barely put Elida down in another room without his head spinning with anxiety.

It was hard. Harry had experienced his fair share of anxiety earlier in his life, but never like what he was feeling right now, having another little soul to love and protect.

Immediately when Y/N had left for her shower, it was like he snapped out of the haze, and all came crashing down. He really needed to talk to her before he completely fell apart.

Harry went after Y/N, up the stairs as he heard her turn the shower on. Elida was sleeping heavy in his arms and against his own will and father-instinct he gently put her down in her little bed-side crib on Y/N’s side of the bed. He brought the monitor next to her and took his phone out so he could keep an eye on her, and went after Y/N. He would be just 6 metres away from her, and keeping an eye on her constantly. It would be okay, he told himself as he put the phone monitor next to the sink and started to strip out of his clothing. Y/N barely glanced at him when he got in, not saying a word. The ball was in his court, he was the asshole this time around, she figured. “I’m sorry, pet, I shouldn’t have taken that tone with you.” Harry tried, as he came up behind her, placing his calloused, shaky hands on her hips. “No, you shouldn’t have.” She replied quietly. It wasn’t that she was trying to act pissed, it was just that she wanted him to take action. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about how it’s been the past week, it’s been hard, and I know I haven’t made it easier for you.” Harry continued, gently leaning his forehead to the back of her head. That struck an icy pain through Y/N’s heart. He had made it so much better, and she let him know. “Hey,” Y/N said as she turned around in his embrace. “You have been making it easier for all of us, I know it’s a hard transition, I just…I just want to know what’s going on with you, because you haven’t been yourself lately and it’s worrying me. All I’m asking is that you tell me how you’re doing.” Y/N raised both her arms, and put her hands in Harry’s curls, massaging the back of his head under the hot stream of water. Harry let out a big sigh, trying to relax. “I’ve just, I’ve been so anxious, all the time. I’m worried about her all the time and it’s eating me alive. And you’re the best mama, I’m never worried about her when she’s with you, it’s not that at all, it’s just that I can’t seem to stop worrying. She’s so tiny, and it scares me how far I’d go to know that she’s okay.” He let out, not looking in her eyes, almost like he was ashamed of admitting it. “You know what that tells me?” Y/N then said, and now Harry’s eyes met hers, curious, like a child about what she was going to say next. He shook his head quietly, nudging her to go on. “That you’re the best daddy out there. It’s your job to worry about her, yes, but we can’t possibly do everything. She’s safe with you, she’s safe with us, and we will know what’s best for her. I just think you need to go easy on yourself, tell me how you’re feeling, and we’ll figure it out. We’re a team, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N said to him, slowly and with intent, to really make sure that her words got to him.

“Y-Yeah.” Harry replied. “I’m sorry, it’s just overwhelming. I know it’ll get better soon, but she’s just so little I don’t know how-“He interrupted himself, sobs crawling up his throat, his head landing on Y/N’s shoulder. He felt completely vulnerable and safe with her. And for a moment, he thought that he wouldn’t want to do this with another person on the planet.

A few hours later in the day, Y/N got some energy back in her system. The days felt all jumbled together, and the parents could barely tell day from night between the constant cycle of changing Elida, feeding her, naps and keeping her somewhat entertained in her awake window.

Y/N decided that she was going to do some baking, maybe some bread to bring to Anne’s the next day. Harry was laying flat on the couch, having some skin to skin with Elida as she was drooling on his chest, producing those sweet baby noises that Harry loved. He could look at Elida for days, just in awe of what him and the love of his life had created together. She was perfect. Harry could almost feel himself dose off on the sofa, to the soft sound of Y/N’s music coming from the kitchen. He was sure he was in heaven right now.

“Tesoro?” Y/N called to him from the kitchen with a gentle voice, snapping him out of his daydream. “Yes, m’love?” He replied, not letting his gaze drift from Elidas little face. “Do you think your mom would prefer focaccia or baguettes?” Harry’s blood turned cold at the reminder of them going to see his family. They hadn’t really talked about the fact if they were going or not, just why he was feeling the way that he was. The issue now is that he still didn’t want to go, his intuition still telling him that it was too soon. He knows he couldn’t turn to anger like he did last time, so he had to try and be more diplomatic, even though all he wanted was to hide Elida away for another month at least.

“Darling, like i said earlier, I’m not sure we should, can’t we just wait like another week? I feel like it’s all wrong exposing her to new people this early.” Harry said, craning his neck to see Y/N stood leaning against the doorpost to the kitchen. Her face unreadable, straight, as she calmly said, “Call your mom.” Before pushing of the doorframe and continuing her mission in the kitchen. Harry sighed, what was he even supposed to say his own mom whom he didn’t want to see right now? Harry got up from the sofa, stepping into their bedroom and putting the awake Elida on the bed in front of him, pulling his phone out to call his mother.

Let’s just say that Anne put some sense into him. He told her about how hard it had been, how the new parent anxiety was eating him alive, and she understood, of course she did. He should’ve called her earlier. They had come to a compromise that it was just going to be Anne and Gemma, no other friends or family, and that if the new parents didn’t feel comfortable yet, Gemma and Anne would have to be satisfied with just admiring new addition to the family from afar, not yet holding her. That felt okay for Harry, that meant that he and Y/N still had some control over the situation. Harry gulped, once again picking up Elida. “C’mere my little love.” He whispered happily to her, putting her in a sling on his chest. Wrapping her up safely, making sure to tie an extra knot so that she would stay put. Elida let out a big yawn as she settled against Harry’s warm, safe chest. Harry’s lips just about reaching her soft head if he leaned down slightly. Harry felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest after the conversation with Anne. Harry took a deep breath as he ascended the stairs down to their kitchen, hand spreading over Elidas small back to keep him grounded. Y/N turned around and looked at him with expectation in her eyes, a slight, gentle smile on her face. “I talked to mum, we came to a compromise, so…” Harry breathed out. “It’ll be okay, yeah? I’m sorry I’ve been stressing about everything; I feel like I’m going insane sometimes.” He continues. Y/N walked up to Harry, sandwiching Elida between them. Y/N leaned down to out a kiss on Elidas head, and then one on Harry’s lips. “You’re not insane. You’re a good father, I told you earlier. I’m convinced it’ll be okay. What did your mum say?” Y/N reassured him, taking his hand and pulling him over to their dining table to sit down.

Being parent to a newborn is never easy, and nobody has ever claimed it to be. Harry, however, was a natural. And it may have something to do with all those books and forums he consumed during Y/N’s pregnancy, but some things seemed to just come naturally to him, while Y/N sometimes stood on the sidelines, not sure what to do. Harry truly is her rock, and she is his.

They spoke that evening about the next day, dread and excitement filling them at the same time. The couple wanted to have some boundaries, even for family. It made them feel safe, and feeling safe and being careful put their minds at ease while trying to figure things out.

Harry’s eyes were focused on the road with an icy grip on the steering wheel. He was a safe driver before having Elida, but now he was extra safe, not making a single risky turn or change of lane as they made their way to Manchester. Y/N was in the back, strapped in the middle seat, so she could be next to Elida.

They had found out day 2 with Elida that she loved car rides. She would instantly calm down when they drove off from the hospital, despite being uncomfortable in her car seat. They figured it was the whooshing-sound of the wind against the car, and decided there and then to invest in a white noise machine for her.

Y/N looked at Harry through the mirror. He had that little worry-wrinkle between his eyebrows as he focused on the road. Sometimes he’d glance at the pair in the back and his gaze would soften. This time he made eye contact with Y/N. “Penny for your thoughts?” Y/N said to him, leaning forward, her cheek against his bicep as he leaned into her touch slightly. “I’m excited to show her off. But I’m nervous about mum and Gemma not respecting our boundaries.” Harry could feel her nod against his arm, placing a soft kiss where her cheek was as she leaned back in her seat. “I know it’s nervous, but you were really brave telling your mum yesterday about your worries, and I’m sure she’ll respect them, she’s a parent too, you know. And if they don’t remember, we’ll remind them. It’ll be alright.” She said calmly, looking at him though the mirror of the car. Harry hadn’t even thought about that before. His mum is his mum. She was also a new parent once, she’s gone through this exact thing, twice actually. Just the thought of that made Harry feel instantly calmer. “And how are you feeling, lover?” Harry bounced back. Y/N thought for a second, glancing over at Elida and then to Harry. “I’m so proud I could burst. We’ve made a perfect little girl, and I can’t wait to show her off. And I can’t wait to show off my more than capable baby-daddy.” She laughed and squeezed his bicep jokingly. Harry chuckled, nodded. “I’m so proud, too.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he parked in his mum’s driveway. They had made it there safe and sound, and with only one pitstop to get some air and a coffee. They had barely opened the door of the car as Anne came towards them on the driveway. “My loves, oh my goodness.” Her eyes were filled with happy tears, taking Y/N instantly in her arms and hugging her tight. “Darling! How are you, are you recovering well? You look stunning, Ah I can’t believe you’re here.” She blabbered as Y/N lightly laughed at her erratic behaviour. “I’m well, Anne, it’s been a lot, but Harry’s been taking care of me.” And at the mention of Harry’s name, Anne turned to him, and with wide stretched arms embraced her son. “Hi mum” Harry said quietly into her hair. Y/N knew he had missed her, he was such a mummy’s boy. “My son, who’s now a father of a little girl. I can’t believe it.” Anne continued, with Harry’s face in her hands, pinching his cheeks and putting his wild hair back in place.

You could tell that Harry was gleaming with pride, constantly between laughter and tears at the rush of emotions. He could barely imagine her reaction when she’d get a look at his daughter.

Harry could see Y/N on the other side of the car, just about to grab the car seat, as he rushed to her side. “Careful, lover, you’re not supposed to carry too heavy, I’ve got her.” He said in a quiet voice, a comforting hand on the small of Y/N’s back. Y/N nodded, instead grabbing the diaper bag from the trunk.

Anne rounded the car after them, looking for the little face buried in the blanket of the car seat. As soon as Anne caught a glimpse of Elida, she gasped. She had seen plenty of pictures, of course, and she’s seen her though facetime, but seeing her grandchild for the first time in front of her made the tears fall from her eyes. She put a hand over her heart. “Oh my goodness, she’s precious. She’s even smaller than I imagined!” Harry held the car seat in front of his mother with a puff of pride in his chest, the anxiety has since long left his body, and Anne seemed to keep her distance, as they’d wished. “Alright mum, let’s head inside, yeah? No crying in the streets.”

Harry was light on his feet as they stepped inside, it was always nice to be home, Anne’s house always warm and welcoming. Elida was starting to move and making unhappy little noises to alert her parents to her discomfort. Harry and Y/N looked at each other. “I’ll take her, H, she probably needs a good feeding as well, go sit down with your mum.” Y/N stepped forward to fish Elida out of her seat. She cooed at her little baby, body scrunching together as she picked her up, then stepped away for a moment to change Elida.

Gemma was supposed to arrive in a little while, so they had some time, just the three of them in the lounge. Harry and Y/N sat next to each other, as Elida was being fed. Anne was on a sofa opposite them. Harry and Y/N could tell Anne was bubbling to get talking, barely being able to keep her eyes off Elida as she fed from Y/N. They had been in constant contact since the birth, but Anne didn’t want to miss a thing; it was her first grandchild after all. Harry felt calm in this setting, with his little family just beside him. The time felt like thick jelly, comforting and warm. He could stay here for a long, long time. Conversation was flowing between new parent struggles, trying to fit in a meal or a nap wherever they could, to laughing about little outfits they wanted to put Elida in when she’s a little older. Elida was now napping in Y/N’s arms, belly full of milk, satisfied little sounds coming through her little mouth.

Then Gemma stormed in through the door. They could hear her throwing her clothes off in the entryway and almost jogging to reach them in the lounge. As Gemma caught sight of them her eyes filled with tears, her hands over her mouth. She hadn’t said a thing yet, as Harry stood up and walked over to her. “Hey Gem.” He said, trying to comfort her tears. “My little brother is a dad.” Was all she could get out, embracing him in a hard hug. Harry laughed, a faint blush on his cheeks. It was still so strange when they said it like that, it would take some getting used to.

Gemma moved past Harry to get to Y/N and Elida. Harry motioned for Y/N to transfer Elida to his arms, so that she could greet Gemma. And Gemma basically threw herself over Y/N. They had become close almost immediately when Harry and Y/N had started seeing each other, like they were lost sisters from another universe. “I’m so proud of you. Are you doing okay, is Harry helping at all? I’ll be sure to give him a whooping if he doesn’t, you just let me know.” Gemma said, still tearful about the fact that two of her favourite people just had a baby together. “Gem, don’t worry. It’s been a lot, I’m so tired I could pass out but I’m so happy, and Harry’s been an angel. But it’s good to know that you’ve got my back.” Y/N laughed brightly, rubbing Gemma’s shoulders in comfort, in hopes that the tears would stop.

Harry suddenly felt brave, he sat down directly next to his mother, putting his knees up so Elida could rest against them. “Come sit down, Gem.” Harry smiled to his sister. Gemma sat down next to her brother, and all three of them looked down at the sleeping baby in Harry’s lap. Admiring her little nose that looked just like Harry’s when he was a newborn, the light dusting of hair on the top of her head, and how her little chest moved quickly with her little breaths. “She’s so small.” Gemma said, almost whisper quiet, as to not alert the sleeping baby. “Yeah.” Harry replied mindlessly, still gazing at Elida. “C-can I touch her?” Gemma almost whispered. Harry looked at Y/N for a second, who was nodding at him. “Y-yeah, just wash your hands first, and no kisses on the face, please.” Harry answered. Anne and Gemma almost threw themselves off the sofa and sprinted to the nearest sink to wash their hands.

“Tesoro.” Y/N said, when Anne and Gemma had left the room. Harry looked up at her. He looked so good, she thought. Even with hair unkempt and tired bags under his eyes. His face was clean shaven and soft, for the sole reason of not upsetting Elidas sensitive babyskin. Damn, she thought, she knew he’d let the mustache grow out otherwise, and she loved it when he did that. “Do you feel alright?” Y/N continued. Harry just nodded, a smile spreading on his face. He felt better than he thought. This all felt like a dream.

Anne and Gemma came back and settled down, one on either side of Harry, as they gently reached out to stroke the baby’s soft head and grabbing her tiny, clenched hands. Y/N pulled out her phone, having to snap a few pictures of this special moment of their family. All three of them smiling and looking down at the sleepy baby. It was the start to something new, a new generation, filling all of their lives with happy laughter, endless diaper changes, tiny shoes and most importantly; love.

The room was thick with emotion, and Y/N looked at the family opposite her, almost not being able to keep her tears at bay, just seeing them together with Elida.

Gemma looked up at Y/N, and reaching her arm out for her in a quiet attempt to get her to join them on the sofa. Y/N rose from the opposite sofa, trailing over to them and sitting down next to Gemma. “She’s like a little doll, I can’t believe she’s here.” Gemma said, as if still in disbelief about the whole situation. “You have no idea how hard it’s been not to storm over to your house and see you, I’ve been worried.” She continued. Harry and Y/N shared a thankful look, knowing that in the midst of the chaos of being new parents, the last thing they wanted was a visitor. “We’ve been doing our best to settle in and enjoy the first week of just the three of us together. I just…I know you wanted to see her and us earlier but at the time it was just another stressor to all of this. It’s got nothing to do with you or mum, it’s just our decision, and we’re really thankful you respected our boundaries when we put them down. It’s a special time and we don’t want to miss a single thing, but she’ll be here for the rest of time so you’ll get to spend time with her until you’re sick of her, don’t worry.” Harry gently explained to his mother and sister. They just smiled to him, giving him a soft squeeze to assure him that they knew. “I know it’s a special time, darlings. I know that after I had you, Gemma, me and Des just wanted to be alone, but people kept dropping by and expecting us to take care of them too, on top of our new baby! It made everything a bit harder, even though I know they meant well.” Anne reminisced.

Y/N could physically see Harry’s shoulders loosen up and relax. She could tell his breathing wasn’t constantly in his throat as it had been the past few days at the mention of leaving their baby bubble. He looked relaxed, like he belonged.

Y/N remembered an evening Y/N and Harry had shared just in the beginning of her pregnancy, where they had felt high on serotonin and adrenaline just thinking about the tiny sprout in Y/N’s belly.

“It just feels like full circle in some way, having our own child. I know mum’s been harassing us about having one, but still I don’t think she’ll fully believe us when we tell her.” Harry said into the night. It was dark out, it had to have been hours since they had retreated to bed. Y/N was laying on Harry’s chest, her nose finding his pulse point, and leg thrown over his hip, close, as close as they could get without crawling inside each other’s skin. Y/N smiled at Harry’s words. “Imagine when we get to show them off for the first time, for our family, our friends. I just know it’s going to be perfect. I feel like that’s one of those situations I’ve been dreaming about ever since knowing I wanted a kid.” Y/N replied lightly. She could tell Harry’s heart was racing, she could hear it through his chest. It was quiet for a moment, Y/N could feel her eyes droop and getting heavier in the arms of her lover. Suddenly Harry spoke up. “What do you think of Rose? Elisabeth Rose?” Y/N’s eyes shot open, removing herself from his neck, looking at him with squinty eyes. “Veto. They’re not a character in pride and prejudice, Tesoro.” Harry chuckled. “I like Samuel. Or Logan, Esther, maybe Levi.” She suggested. “Mhm, I like them…but maybe we’ll have to do some more scouting though.” Harry sounded almost sarcastic, and a flat palm was thrown against his chest. “Ow!” Harry whisper shouted. “Be nice. I’m the pregnant one, I think I have a pretty big say in what name they’ll be getting.” Harry grabbed onto her, shifting them around in the bed so that his arms were completely encapsulating Y/N’s frame. “You’re right, you let me put a baby in you, yeah? And I seem to recall you asking for at least a few more after this one.” He said, placing wet kisses on Y/N’s face; on her cheeks, the side of her mouth, her jaw. “Hmm…” Y/N let out, melting into his hold and his soft kisses. “I love you; I love you for doing this for us, I love you.” Harry sincerely let out, lips grazing hers. “I love you.” Y/N whispered back, sleep catching up to her, safe and warm in her lover’s arms.

And as Harry sat there on the sofa, right beside Elida, Y/N, Gemma and Anne, thinking about all that was, and all that has become, he came to realize that this was his reality. His own little child with the person he loved more than anything on this earth. A whole family circle that showed support, love and respect through thick and thin. Harry had never been more thankful for his life, and the thought of this being his forever made him giddy to get started living the rest of their life. Yeah, he would manage just fine – as long as he had them.

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[muvaginger]

Sanemi knows something’s up with you.

Usually, you’re the one to initiate conversation even when he wasn’t remotely in the mood to socialize. At first, it pissed him off and he has snapped at you multiple times due to your overbearing talkative nature. But overtime, he grew tolerant to it and your presence and honestly can’t recall ever being a moment where you weren’t talking and being your bubbly self.

But now, you’re acting completely different. You’re not talking at all and it’s starting to worry him which is insane in itself. Who thought in a million years that out of everyone to notice let alone care it would be him? He didn’t and now here he is, caring.

There were days where he wished to any and every entity in existence for you to shut your trap even if it was for five minutes. Now he’s trying to figure out what or who made you this way because he now can’t imagine a day without hearing your cheery voice and happy-go-lucky attitude. He’s tried asking others but they all said the same thing, they didn’t know what he was talking about. That you were acting normal and that when they asked you, you would smile and say that you were fine. The look on his face of disbelief that they couldn’t tell how you’ve changed made him even more determined to find out why.

How can they call themselves your friends and family if they can’t clearly see how upset and different you were acting? How can they not see that your once vibrant light has been dim for some time? It pisses him off the more he thinks about it and it pisses him off more that it pisses him off. So he does the very last thing he’s been trying to avoid.

Asking you directly.

He doesn’t know why he’s been avoiding it seeing as he’s always been straightforward with you in the past. Maybe because it will be his first time actually initiating the conversation? Or maybe because he deems himself the last person you’d think would care or ask? It infuriates him that he’s acting like this because who the fuck are you to him to make him act and feel like this? “To feel nervous, angry, worried and concerned? To feel anxious? It’s just you. You’re practically NOBODY to me So why?” He thought while standing outside of your door. He knew why but didn’t want to admit how much you actually meant to him.

As he thought this, the door suddenly opened and his eyes widened. Eyes baggy and hair messy, you slowly rub them with the back of your hand and look up at him, bewildered. He totally forgot that he was at your house and was banging on your door like a mad man. “Oh hello, Sanemi”. You say sleepily as you yawn into the inside of your arm. A long awkward pause insues before you finally clear the crusties out of your eyes and see him clearly. Flustered, Sanemi quickly looks away and pushes you inside and closes the door behind him.

“Now why the hell are you opening the door looking like that?!” He says while still pushing you away.

“L-like what?” You say, confused.

“Like…l-like THAT! In THAT!” He says while still looking away but pointing at your current attire.

You look down and quickly realize that the only thing you were wearing was a bra and shorts and immediately rush to grab the rob hanging next to the door. “S-sorry!” You say while hurriedly covering yourself up. Another awkward silence happens and the only thing that you can do is shyly look at the ground. You never expected Sanemi to visit you at your home let alone seeing you almost naked but there he was, standing in your doorway and he clearly had something to say if he decided to come this far.

“Is something wrong? Did you need something, San-“

“Nemi.”

“H-huh?”

“Nemi. You’ve always called me Nemi.”

You stare in confusion but before you can respond, he steps up and hovers over you.

“What happened? What’s wrong with you? Who did it?”

“Who did wh-“

“Who fucked with you? Why are you so quiet? Why have you been sad all this time? And don’t fucking lie to me, either. I know you.” He says angrily.

“I-I’m fine. Really, I’m-“

You pause and look up at him, meeting his intense gaze. He looked more worried than angry and you don’t know why but all of a sudden, you could feel tears rolling down your cheeks. It was as if a dam broke and everything that you have been holding in came rushing out. For the past month, you have been stressed out, depressed and just overall exhausted and masking has only put you in a worse mood. The fact that Sanemi recognized that something was wrong made you want to cry. Not your friends, not your family but him. He was the ONLY person to realize something was wrong and it didn’t just make you relieved but filled you with sorrow.

“I-I’m not okay, Nemi. I’m not-“

You suddenly feel yourself being pulled into a tight embrace. At first, it startled you but slowly, you start to melt into him and break down. You needed this, desperately. You could hear him whispering that everything is okay and that he’s there which in turn makes you cry more but you decide to bury yourself in his chest and cry.

Not used to all of this, he fights the uncomfortable feeling for your sake while trying to calm you down. As the day becomes night, you finally tell him how you have been feeling. How you overheard people who you thought were your friends talk behind your back and how hurt you have been. Though he looked annoyed and uninterested, you could tell he cared and were just glad that he was willing to hear you out. You didn’t know it but he was so relieved that you were slowly but finally talking to him again. He didn’t care how much you talked his head off, as long as you were smiling like how you were before, he could hear you talk all day.

“Next time, talk my head off like you have always done.” He says while looking the other way.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“And you won’t-“

“Y/N.”

“O-okay, I promise to talk to you from here on out” you say while wiping your tears away. “Thank you, Nemi.”

He waves his hand in a shooing motion while still looking the other way, still flustered.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

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[sswiftiestars]

seductions—chapter one

gf! sam monroe x fem!reader

tws/cws: mentions of murder, angsty, mentions of ED and self harm, vomiting, manipulation, swearing, y/n isnt used i think, petnames, kinda sexual at the end, non-con kinda but not really

summary: When you find out one of your best friends was murdered by the neighborhood serial killer, you head to school sad. Struggling to stay sane, you end up experiencing something unexpected.

You sob into your pillow as you read the local newspaper, reading; WEDNESDAY 5/07/03: WESTON HIGH SCHOOL TEEN NAMED MARY LOUISE FOUND DEAD AT 17, KILLED IN HER OWN HOME AFTER A MYSTERIOUS PHONE CALL.

it showed a picture of her, making everything 10x worse. she was your best friend, and there she was, dead and buried. you continued to sob into your pillow when you realized you had to get to school. how would you be able to survive after this? you sniffle a few times and put on a pink cardigan with a mini skirt, thigh highs and some cute sneakers. Sadly, you put on your backpack (which was baby pink, obviously) and head out the door without eating.

once you arrive to school, you don’t put any effort into talking to anyone, and you make your way to the auditorium, where a assembly will be taken place on..recent events. you sit down at a empty area when after a few minutes, someone taps your shoulder from the seat behind you. you turn around and see Sam, one of your closest friends.

“are you okay, angel? you ignored me when i tried to come up to you earlier.” he says sadly, giving you a soft pout of disappointment. You shrug, visibly less energetic then usual. “m’ fine, sam. it’s just..” you start, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “you know.” you say, looking away from him. sam sighs and climbs over and sits in the seat next to you, ignoring that he just accidentally kicked someone in the leg. “listen, angel.” sam coos, grasping his hand at your chin and turns your head to look at him directly, “I’m sorry about what happened to mary, but..eveything happens for a reason, right?” he says, trying to comfort you, but ending up sounding slightly sadistic.

you squint your eyes at him, about to speak when the principal talks into the microphone at the auditorium stage, peaking you and sam’s attention. “Good morning, everyone.” he starts, his voice echoing through the room. “i would just like to take a moment and..talk about recent events.” he says. you already know he’ll be talking about mary, corey, and some of the other students who have been lost. you don’t want to hear about it anymore, it just adds on to the indescribable feeling in your chest.

Sam somehow senses you discomfort, and reaches over to hold your hand, carressing your palm with his thumb. you blush slightly. “Mary was a great friend to all of you.” the principal says solemnly, “she will not be forgotten.” behind you, you hear two of the jocks, logan and aiden, snickering. you turn your head around and glare at them, and sam does the same. something about sam’s stare at them was..unsettling. the two jocks immediately stopped laughing, sam’s unsettling stare scaring the shit out of them, to say the least.

sam will definitely be remembering them, for later.

The principal continues talking about mary, and then sam leans over to whisper to you, “i’ll be right back, sunshine. stay here f’ me.” you nod in response and watch as he walks out of the auditorium. assuming he’s just going to the bathroom, you continue listening to the principals speech about mary and corey. the more he talks, the more sad you get, and the more angry you get at the person who killed them so brutally. After a while, you notice that sam is still gone. a pit in your stomach starts to form, as you start to get extremely anxious. Carefully, you stand up and walk out of the auditorium. you make your way to the girls bathroom. You walk into a stall and lock the door. Suddenly, a wave of nausea waves over you. “when was the last time i ate?” you think to yourself. your thoughts are cut short when you suddenly bend over the toilet and vomit, you really should’ve ate breakfast. after a couple minutes of..intense sickness, you flush the toilet and walk out of the stall. You try not to cry as you walk to the sink, and wash your hands and wash your face, hoping to make yourself feel better. as you raise your head, you see something in the mirror behind you.

a hooded figure in a mask.

you ignore it at first, thinking you might be hallucinating from all of the pills you’ve been taking. But that’s when you hear a metal sound from behind you. You turn around instantly, water still dripping from your face and hands.

He…or she..or they, wave at you, knife in hand. you instinctively run towards the door and try to open it.

of course it’s fucking closed.

“fuck.” you say under your breath and turn back around, and the masked figure..doesn’t run towards you? he walks closer to you as you stand there, paralyzed in fear. before you know it, he pins you against the cold wall of the bathroom, and whispers in your ear, “stay quiet or you’ll end up like your good friend mary.” you gasp, trying to recognize his voice, but his voice is awfully distorted. fuck, is he using a voice changer?

you nod. he runs his gloved hand down your body until he reaches underneath your skirt. You feel your underwear dampen, and you curse yourself silently for that. the masked stranger cups your core through your panties, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. He pulls his hand away, a smirk underneath his mask that you wish you could see are glad you can’t see. he walks out of the bathroom after that, leaving you confused and still aroused.

did the neighborhood serial killer just touch my pussy?you think to yourself and let out a slight cackle, even though it’s not that funny. unable to leave your position, you stand there, wondering what to do. you’re definitely traumatized for sure—but at least it felt good. after what seemed like forever, you walk back to the auditorium and sit down next to sam and let out a sigh. at least he’s okay.

“hey, what took you so long?” sam smirks and nudges you playfully. you shrug, “i felt sick, it’s nothing really.”

“Good thing you’re still alive, i was worried that someone snuck in there.” he jokes, although his tone is a bit sinister. you laugh it off nervously, and listen to the principals incredibly long speech for the next hour.

in that hour, you find yourself thinking about what happened, something inside of you wishing the masked stranger did more with you. You brushed off the thought, sighing to yourself.

maybe someday you’ll lose your virginity, and today was almost the day.

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[czrpenters]

sam carpenter nsfw alphabet

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.

masterlist | request rules.

a - aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Sam is the type of girl who will literally do anything for you. Anything. If you wanted a glass of water, she would get up to fetch you some. If you felt hot, she would turn on the AC immediately. Sometimes she would literally exaggerate so much, to the point where you had to make her stay with you instead of going to buy you some water bottles after you've fucked, because you guys' were running out of them.

"But you said you were thirsty, baby..." She would whine like a baby when she couldn't take care of you.

b - bodypart (their favorite part of their partners body)

Sam loves everything about you, so it is pretty hard for her to think about picking a favorite spot on your body. But, if she had to choose, she would say your eyes. She can read you pretty well by then, especially read your eyes; she can tell if you are sad, angry, horny, anxious. Just by looking at them.

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves your taste more than anything. It's what drives her the most when you're fucking; she mostly wants to make you cum so she can taste it. It's bitter, a little bit sour even, and she would taste you everyday if she could.

d - dirty secret

Sam wil never, ever tell you this, but she would literally die if one day you called her Mommy. It's something that she would only tell you if you were the one that brought it up, otherwise she will carry that secret to the grave with her.

e - experience (how much do they have?)

She definetly has some experience, more than you. Boys, girls, you name it. And your lack of it never was an issue to her; in fact, she loved teaching you everything she knew about sex.

f - favorite position

Every position where she gets to see your face are her favorites. Although, when she's feeling a little bit angrier at the moment, she'll definetly want something where she could slap your ass, or your face. All fours is a must, as well.

g - goofy (how are they in the moment? are they more serious or humorous?)

She takes it very seriously, but not in a bad way. She just gets too focused in making you feel good, and you enjoy that about her. Even in times where she feels rougher, she's always serious.

h - hair (how well groomed they are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Sam prefers to keep it all trimmed, most of the times she just wax everything off for convenience, as well.

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Really depends on her mood. And depends on you, of course. If you sit on her lap, kiss her slowly and ask nicely, she'll have the most romantic night with you. Candles, music, you name it. Everything that you love, she'll do. You just have to ask. She absolutely needs to know how you're feeling the entire time when you're having these romantic nights. "Is this good?", "Am I hurting you, baby?", "I'm gonna put another one in, okay?". You felt like a princess every damn time.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, she does it more than she can admit it. I mean, you're a busy girl, she's a busy girl, you both don't always have time to be intimate and that's fine to her. But sometimes it gets harder than she expected, and she literally has to lock herself in the tiny bathroom of the diner she worked at, just to get some relief.

k - kinks (one or more of their kinks)

She likes to play it rough. Bondages, wax play, strap-ons. And slapping. That is her weak spot. Anywhere she can slap you, she will. In your ass, your thigh, your face, especially your pussy. She likes causing you pain, but still worries about you all the time. You both had a safe word that, thankfully, was never used, but still; Sam knew that she could be a little too much when she was horny, and she would hate hurting you in a way that you didn't liked it.

l - location (favorite places to do it)

Sam isn't the number one fan of having sex in public places. She liked making you scream, she enjoyed the privacy. She would only consider if you really, really wanted to; otherwise, no.

m - motivation (what turns them on)

Unironically, you. Anything you do. If you wore a shorter skirt, she was down. If you tied your hair, she got wet. It wasn't hard to get her in the mood, you just pretty much had to exist. But something that really, really gets her going, is when you ask for it. If you got home from work, wanting for Sam to fuck the stress out of you, she will immediately do so. And she will do it like she has a fucking PhD in sex. Or in the middle of sex, when she teases you a little bit just to hear you say "Please". Being in control makes her crazy.

n - no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Honestly, Sam is down to try almost anything, except if it was anything that you didn't want to do. Even if it was something that she personally wanted to try. She would ask you once, and if you said no, she would never bring it up again.

o - oral (preference in giving or recieving, skills, etc.)

I'm not gonna lie, Sam is pretty talented with her mouth, but there was something about having you down on her that really makes her go crazy. She loves how good you're with her, how you know exactly the right spots. And it's funny because she was the one who thought you all of that, she felt like a proud teacher most of the times. She praised you everytime, saying stuff like "You're such a good girl, baby...", "You're a fast learner, huh?".

p - pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Like I've said, it really depends. If she's feeling romantic, slow. If she's feeling angry, rough. And sometimes she would do both at the same time, surprisingly.

q - quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

She never really enjoyed quickies, to be honest. It was a habit that came with you guys' relationship. Specifically, it came when you both were alone in the house, horsing around, when you said jokingly (enphasis on the joke part) that she couldn't make you cum before Tara got home (which had just texted you saying she was 5 minutes away from the apartment). Like the competitive girl that she is, she took it as a challenge. And spoiler alert: she did make you cum (in 3 minutes).

r - risk (are they okay with experimenting, do they take risks, etc)

Sam is down to try anything, you just needed to ask her. She's just so whipped.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long they usually last)

For real, she can go for hours. Sometimes she just needs some 5 minute breaks in between rounds, but she can go as long as you want her to. She's there to please you, after all.

t - toys (do they own any? do they use them?)

You guys call it "The Collection". The amount of toys that you guys bought over the years was embarrassingly high. Strap-ons, vibrators, ropes and chains, you name it. The last purchase she made was a bullet vibrator type of thing with a remote controller. She was having way too much fun with that.

u - unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

She only teases you just to hear you plead, because in the back of her mind, she hates to not give you what you want. She loves spoiling you with everything, but she also loved it when you asked for stuff.

v - volume (how loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc)

She isn't too loud, she believes. Sometimes, when you guys are alone, she allows herself to be a little bit over the edge, but not always. She prefers to moan for you, and only you. But when it was her turn, she just wanted to make you scream her name. And also, Sam had the filhtiest mouth you'd ever seen, honestly. She would say the nastiest things while you were fucking and that honestly got you more turned on than ever.

w - wild card (random headcanon)

Sam's personal goal, everytime, was to make you cry. She loved making you feel so good, but so good, that it made tears roll down your face.

x - x-ray (what's going on under their clothing)

Sam loves to wear matching underwear, and loves when you do the same.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high, but also definetly not low. She was a little bit over the middle.

z - ZZZ.. (do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Almost never. She loves watching you sleep. Cuddling you, kissing all over your face, making sure that she didn't stepped over the line with your body. She would only sleep if she knew for sure you were alright.

⠀

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[wisteriaw0rld]

-ˋˏ ༻Hantengu Clones༺ ˎˊ-

||Characters: Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi

||Additional Tags: Fluff, Gn! Reader, Headcanons + Short Oneshot

“You’re no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you..” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚsekidoɞ˚

♡He’s obviously always angry, it’s the emotion he’s meant to be. But when he confessed to you, he attempted to be as least angered as possible.

♡However if in any way you decide to tease him or say something like, “what?” (Even if you genuinely didn’t hear him), he would quickly get angry, even if its only slightly angrier from before.

♡He’s also not very patient, that much is extremely obvious. So make sure you answer quickly, whether you hug him or give a verbal reply, don’t be slow. He has a short temper.

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You had originally been hanging out with Daki, you playing around with her hair and putting it ip into different styles over and over again. But that was until Sekido suddenly entered the room, grabbing hold of your wrist and dragging you out with Daki seeming shocked.

Saying that you weren’t scared at first was a complete lie. Despite having a crush on Sekido, you’ve seen the way he acted. It was still against demon rules to kill another upper moon, but in reality, Sekido was just a clone.

“Y/n.” The demon stated, having his usual tone of voice while breaking you out of your trance and letting go of your now sore wrist.

“Hm?” You asked while rubbing your wrist gently with your opposite hand.

“I like you.” He said, looking down at your hand rubbing your wrist. “Return my feelings.”

The last statement sounded more demanding than he wanted it too…

˚ʚkarakuɞ˚

♡He’s a pleasure demon. And although it doesn’t seem like it, he knows how to be romantic when he wants to. Which was shocking for you to find out.

♡Unfortunately, when he’s searching for you, he sounds more terrifying than loving. But then again, why go around his part of the infinity castle calling out your name in a sing-song voice?

♡He doesn’t exactly know how to be romantic when in a place like the infinity castle, so instead he sneaks out at night and finds you your favorite flower. If your flower only grows in a certain area, he makes Urogi fly there.

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“Y/n~” You heard Karaku’s voice call out for you while you continued hiding from him. You didn’t really know what to expect with his scary sounding voice. Especially since you had secretly eaten the human body he retrieved a few moments later.

“Found ya! Why were you hiding?” He laughs slightly at your terrible hiding spot before picking you up with one arm and bringing you to your feet.

“Oh you didn’t- You know what? Nevermind. What did you need?” You questioned, trying to peek behind his back where he was hiding his hand.

Suddenly, he brought the flowers from behind his hand, handing them to you while watching your face expression change into a slightly more flustered one.

“Just wanted to proclaim my love for you.” He said with a smirk before pulling you in a hug. Only a few seconds into the hug, he moved his lips over near your mouth. “I know you ate the last body.”

Crap. 

˚ʚaizetsuɞ˚

♡He looked more anxious than usual. Which didn’t take long for you to notice as you had your eyes on him for a while.

♡For a while, you pestered him about it, asking him repeatedly if he was okay or if something happened. After repeated answers of “im fine”, you eventually gave up.

♡Aizetsu took up an entire hour preparing himself, mainly for rejection. If anything he would much so prefer a hug or kiss rather than a verbal response from you.

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“Y/n?” You heard a hesitant voice call out to you from behind, making you turn around and come face to face with Aizetsu, who seemed to have more of a sad expression than usual. The same expression you’ve been worried of.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong?” You question with a hint of worry plastered on your own face. His sadness was slowly getting more and more contagious. But it never meant you didn’t lime being around him.

“I…I really like you.” He replied, handing over a single small sunflower that had been slouching in an almost sad way. Immediately, your expression changed as you pulled Aizetsu into a loving hug, him hugging back as he realized.

˚ʚurogiɞ˚

♡Another charmer out of the clones, just like Karaku. He wanted it to be perfect, and his joy only made the moment better. At least to him.

♡It was surprisingly easy for him to push all the negative thoughts of what may happen to the very back of his head, only thinking of your mesmerizing face and happy expression. 

♡He’s almost always by your side, so when he wanted to take his plan into initiative, he didn’t really have to go looking for you. He just told you he needed to show you something urgent so he rushed you outside in the moonlight with him.

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“Urogi!” You exclaimed, holding onto him tightly as he began flying off with an arm around you waist, to make sure you wouldn’t fall. Sure, you were used to jumping high during battle, but flying was different.

You kept your eyes shut for the first few minutes as all you felt was the wind brushing through your hair and against your body.

“Open your eyes or this will all be for nothing.” Urogi groaned while ever so gently and repeatedly slapping your cheek in an attempt to get you to open your eyes.

Eventually you opened your eyes, the white shining light of the moon taking over as you continuously fluttered your eyes until you adjusted to the bright light.

Finally, you looked up at the full moon, you and Urogi still moving at a fast pace through the sky.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

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