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misshoneyimhome · 14 days

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I am really feeling a whole situation with like Joseph Woll where the reader is like his friend and is trying to get his attention with a new outfit. Maybe it’s a bit hot and heavy and I’m definitely feeling it being set to “dress” by taylor swift….

Oh, absolutely, bb! 🤍 Friends to lovers with Woller - yes, please 😉 This also goes out to the anon who asked for soft smut with this cutie!

Joe's such a Prince Charming, and I'm def here for it! I hope I've managed to convey your vision, with just a hint of heartache and a whole lot of romance, spiced up with a touch of smut 🤭 Please, enjoy 💓

Warnings; 18+ smut; f masturbating, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v); 🤍

Word count; 4.4K

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Dress - “I don’t want you like a best friend” I Joseph Woll 🖋️🌺⚡️

"WOAH! What a save from Woll! The game's flipping like crazy, and the Leafs are battling the Islanders! Who'd have thought it, eh? The home team was cruising with a 4-0 lead halfway through the second period!"

You found yourself holding your breath, listening to the commentators bellowing on the telly. The Leafs had been trailing for most of the game, but out of nowhere, the tables had turned, and now they were tied 4-4 going into overtime.

It was another Thursday night, glued to the TV for the Leafs' away game, and another night spent cheering on your best friend Joseph Woll as he pulled off incredible saves. And to everyone’s surprise, the game ended 4-5, all thanks to his amazing comeback.

No one could’ve prepared you.

When you first met Joseph Woll, you never expected the whirlwind that would follow. Not only was he a goaltender for the Toronto Maple Leafs, but he was also the kindest, most charming, and good-looking guy you'd ever met. His smile could effortlessly light up a room and his personality had you smitten right from the start. And life just wasn't the same after that.

Because Joe seemed miles out of your league. Despite the laughs and friendly banter, he never showed any romantic interest beyond friendship. So, you instead accepted your role and stood by him as his best friend.

Truth be told, navigating your feelings wasn't easy. Ever since you became friends through mutual connections, you'd been riding waves of highs and lows. You were nothing but an ordinary person, getting on with life after finishing your studies, figuring out this whole adulting thing. And he was a pro athlete, admired by many, especially the ladies.

However, his last relationship, which nearly turned serious, had ended painfully, so you remained the steadfast friend, always there to listen and support him as he concentrated on his career and avoided getting emotionally entangled.

Little did he know, his heartache only served to deepen your own feelings for him. Now that he was single, a spark of hope ignited within you, despite knowing it was ill-timed while he was still healing.

Despite the ache in your heart, you continued to be his rock, offering your shoulder whenever he needed it, whether it was about hockey or his personal struggles.

Watching Joseph from the comfort of your sofa in your small studio apartment, a glass of red wine in hand, was a balm for your soul. His infectious smile as the final horn sounded, and his teammates surrounded him with pats on the head and hugs for his stellar performance, warmed your heart deeply. Yet, it also stirred something more intimate within you.

You almost felt a pang of guilt as you watched the post-game interview on your phone from your bed, your hand gradually finding its way under the duvet to your lacy underwear, gently exploring your sensitive spot.

Allowing the video to loop, you listened to his voice as you increased the intensity, edging yourself closer to pleasure.

Part of you wished to stop, to redirect your thoughts away from him as you indulged in self-pleasure. However, even after switching off the interview, his image lingered in your mind, haunting your thoughts as you closed your eyes.

You pictured his long, dexterous fingers teasing your most sensitive areas, his hands exploring and stimulating you with care and desire. Imagining how he would make love to you, with tender motions and passionate kisses, filled your mind with longing.

But it was only you, your own touch, yet with thoughts of him filling your mind, you reached the peak of pleasure, his name slipping from your lips as you released a sigh of satisfaction.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Only the thought that you were the only one privy to this intimate moment provided some comfort, but it didn't fully alleviate the feeling. As you gradually opened your eyes and returned to the reality of your own apartment, a soft "shit" escaped your lips, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.

The boys were returning from their short road trip with a renewed vigour, just in time for the annual ‘A Night with Blue & White’ gala. A night that promised to be a dazzling affair, with the venue adorned in the team's colours, heartfelt speeches about community outreach and opportunities for children filling the air, and the Toronto Maple Leafs players dressed to the nines in their finest suits.

And to your great surprise, Joseph had asked you to be his date for the night just before they went on the road. At first, you couldn't quite believe it. He wanted you to accompany him alongside his teammates and friends for the evening, to which you naturally, eagerly accepted, the words almost tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. You had to apologise for your overzealous response, but Joe, always so sweet, simply chuckled and flashed you his charming smile.

"Don’t worry, it's just as friends, so you don’t have to be nervous, y/n," he reassured you.

As if that was supposed to ease your mind? If anything, it only made the sting sharper. Yet, with your knack for putting on a brave face, you brushed it off with a friendly smile.

"Well, I can’t help it, Joe… now I have to find a dress! I mean, I don’t have anything to wear for a gala!"

There was a moment of shared laughter as you enjoyed a quick dinner together, catching up on a few episodes of your favourite TV show.

"Oh, no need to panic! Y/n, you'll look beautiful in anything!"

Joseph's words echoed in your mind for days, accompanied by his laughter and broad grin. Did he truly mean that you'd look good in anything? Even beautiful?

You tried to push the thought aside. You knew you had to let go of the hope for his romantic affection, as he consistently reinforced that you were just his friend.

However, you couldn't resist one last attempt. Seizing the chance to dress to impress, you searched for the perfect outfit to catch Joe's eye. And if this didn't work, you resolved to find a way to move on from your unrequited feelings.

So, as the event was only a day away, you settled on what you deemed the perfect combination of elegance and allure: a long, silky black dress, with a chic neckline and a hint of skin. It struck the balance between sophistication and allure, hoping to capture Joseph's attention, as you promised yourself to go all out, bring your best self – and if Joe still saw you as just a friend, at least you could say you gave it your all. Well, except for directly telling him how you felt; but you weren't quite that bold.

Yet as the night approached, you felt nothing but confident and radiant, putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. Tonight, you hoped to gain clarity on your deep feelings, whether for better or worse, and you were prepared to face whatever came your way.

You allowed yourself a few minutes to pep-talk yourself and make a few power poses in the mirror, however, interrupting your thoughts, a knock sounded at your door. Joseph, as expected, had come to pick you up, and when you met him at the doorway, a smile automatically spread across your face.

"Wow, love the look, Mr. Caveman," you chuckled lightly, noticing how he'd let his dark beard grow out.

"Yeah, well, all the boys were doing it, so I thought I'd give it a shot as well," Joe laughed, running his hand over the scruff.

As always, he looked impeccably handsome in his dark grey checkered suit, his hair perfectly styled with just the right touch of ruggedness from the beard. Which only made it harder to accept the possibility that he didn't share your feelings.

"Well, it suits you," you merely replied, flashing him a sweet smile.

There was a moment of silence as you both exchanged smiles, until Joe shook his head, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your outfit.

"Oh, and wow, you look…" he struggled to find the words to describe your appearance. "Wow…"

It was the exact reaction you'd hoped for.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," you chuckled in response.

"It... it definitely is."

And after a few more moments of sharing admiring glances, Joe, ever the gentleman, offered you his arm as you walked to his car, ready to embark on the evening ahead.

To describe the venue as breathtakingly beautiful would be an understatement, as the blue and white lights illuminated the Fairmont Royal York Hotel, casting an elegant glow and creating a stunning atmosphere.

Everything about the night seemed perfect, except for the reaction you longed for from Joseph. Despite his proximity in the crowded room, he felt simultaneously near yet distant, leaving you yearning for more. You wanted him to see you, to truly see you.

And as the evening slowly wore on, you felt your hands tremble and your heart race as you watched him softly play tunes on the piano in the dim light. Thankfully, it seemed no one else noticed the depth of your connection to the goalie, but as everyone stood in awe of his talent, you reached your breaking point.

You'd held back for so long, the patience and desperate longing eating away at you. So, taking a large sip of the expensive champagne, you excused yourself to catch some fresh air. Perhaps you weren't quite ready to confront your own emotions, to face the truth of whether Joe felt the same for you.

So, you resolved to let it go. That was, until Joseph caught up with you just outside in the yard.

"Hey, y/n, are you okay?" he gently took hold of your hand, causing you to turn halfway to meet his gaze. But you couldn't muster the cheerful smile you usually wore. You had surrendered to defeat, allowing tears to well in your eyes and trickle down your cheek as you looked up at the tall man before you. "Oh damn, what's wrong?"

Under the starlit night sky, your gaze locked with Joe's, his hand resting gently on your arm. Despite the cold January air causing a light shiver, your mind was too preoccupied to notice. And with a final mental push, you mustered the courage to speak your truth.

"I don't want you like a best friend, Joe..."

Joseph seemed taken aback, his concerned expression shifting to one of stunned surprise. "What?"

"I can't keep doing this..." your voice trembled, struggling to hold back tears. Instead, you offered him a smile, though your eyes betrayed nothing but defeat. "I can't pretend to be just your best friend when... when I'm in love with you."

The words hung in the air, your heart laid bare and open, as your deepest secret was exposed. Now, you would discover whether it would all come crashing down or if there was still hope.

But Joseph remained silent, his deep brown eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the evening.

Meanwhile, tears welled in your eyes. With each passing moment, the ache in your heart intensified, as if a knife were being twisted, digging deeper and deeper.

The pain was unbearable.

You couldn't fathom what was going through Joseph's mind. And just as you were on the brink of giving up all hope, he finally broke the silence.

"Y/n, I..."

"It's okay," you interjected quickly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand..."

Just like that, the knife was pulled out, leaving your heart shattered into a million pieces.

"No, you don't understand..." Joseph's words cut through the air, his hands reaching out for yours, holding them tightly as his eyes bore into yours. "Y/n... I'm in love with you too."

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had already resigned yourself to your fate, but Joseph suddenly turned everything on its head.

"What?" you gasped, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.

"Yeah, I... I think I've been in love with you for... God knows how long," he admitted with a mixture of laughter and sigh, running his fingers through his hair as if he were just realising the depth of his feelings.

"Wait... You're in love with me?”

You were utterly stunned; your head spinning as you tried to process what Joseph was confessing to you.

"Well, yeah! I was just worried you didn't feel the same... Every time I tried to flirt with you, you just... laughed it off and carried on with a joke or something," he admitted. "And... truthfully, I was afraid you wouldn’t want, you know, this kind of life, one with me and my career."

It was all too much to take in. You felt like your heart was bleeding, yet Joseph was slowly piecing it back together with his own admission of feelings. And suddenly, a rush of joy swept over you, as if all wounds had been healed, and you almost couldn't resist throwing yourself into his arms.

Closing the distance between you, you reached up to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You felt a hint of embarrassment at how eager you must have seemed, but in that moment, you didn't care. Finally, you were free, and Joseph shared the same desire as you.

Breaking apart from the kiss, you couldn't help but chuckle, the sound mingling with Joseph's laughter. "Shit, I'm so sorry... I just... I've wanted to do that for so long," you confessed, briefly looking down.

But Joseph's hand under your chin gently lifted your head, allowing your eyes to meet his once again.

"Don't worry... so have I," he murmured before leaning in to place another kiss on your lips, this time with more depth, his hand tangling in your hair as yours rested on his chest.

Both of you were lost in the moment, oblivious to the biting cold that surrounded you. And as you slowly pulled apart once more, your reverie was interrupted by cheers from some of the players who had come to find you.

"GO JOE!"

"Woohooo Woller!"

"Now you can finally stop whining about her!"

You and Joe turned to face the teammates, both of you unable to suppress your laughter.

"Oh, this is embarrassing..." Joe chuckled, a blush rising on his already pink cheeks from the chilly weather.

"Well, at least you haven't been crying..." you laughed along, still feeling the remnants of tears on your cheeks.

"Hmm, you're right about that, but then it's lucky that you're a lot more beautiful than me when you cry," Joe said with a sweet smile, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Yeah, that's probably a good thing." Another tender moment lingered between you as the other players began making their way back inside, and suddenly your body shivered uncontrollably. "Maybe we should head inside..." you suggested, giving Joe a pleading look, to which he nodded in agreement.

And true to his gentlemanly nature, Joe first removed his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, his arm still around you as he guided you indoors.

"How about we get out of here?" he softly suggested, and you couldn't agree more. The event was winding down anyway, and right now all you wanted was to be alone with your newfound love.

There were no words that could adequately capture the overwhelming joy coursing through your body, the sparkling endorphins igniting every nerve as Joe drove you home and walked you to the door.

There was so much you wanted to express, so many feelings you longed to articulate. Yet, in that moment, as he leaned in and your lips met in another heartfelt kiss, words became unnecessary.

Well, perhaps except for, "Want to come inside?"

Your voice was low and soft, cautious not to betray your eagerness. But you knew your desire for Joe was shining like the brightest star on a cloudless night. And thankfully, he shared the same longing.

The air in your small apartment felt heavy and charged as you both entered. Skipping the formalities, you simply took his hand and led him towards the bed. The sensual tension hanging thick in the air, as Joseph's eyes were locked onto yours, his breaths heavy with anticipation.

He could feel the rush of blood to his member as his mind raced with thoughts of finally making love to you. And as you turned around, your back to him, pulling your hair to one side, he understood the unspoken invitation.

"Take it off?" you whispered softly, and without hesitation, he let his long fingers find the fabric wrapped around your neck, gently untying it to reveal your naked breasts. Then slowly moving further down, he delicately unzipped the small zipper holding the dress to your curvy figure, letting it fall to the floor around your heels.

Left in nothing but a delicate pair of knickers, you turned around slowly, letting him admire your nude figure.

Joe had to swallow hard as he looked at you, his eyes tracing every curve before meeting yours again. "You're stunning," he murmured softly, before tangling his hands in your hair and drawing you into a passionate kiss.

You easily melted into his embrace, your tongues moving sensually as you shared the warmth of your mouths. Meanwhile, your hand automatically sought him out in the dim light, starting to loosen his tie. And Joseph felt the eagerness and desire rising within him, deftly assisting you in removing his blazer and tie.

With each passing moment, the air grew hotter, your lips seeking each other in between deep breaths, as Joe guided you backwards until the backs of your knees met the mattress. With gentle motions, he encouraged you to lie down, lifting your legs into the air, before he tenderly removed one of your heels, placing a soft kiss on your ankle, then repeating the gesture on the other foot.

You couldn't help but smile. Joe's touch felt amazing, and you hadn't even fully experienced it yet.

Standing there, your legs on either side of him, the tall goaltender admired the sight of your nearly naked body before him. It was everything he had fantasised about for months; your skin shimmering in the moonlight, adorned with tiny droplets of sweat from the chemistry between you.

And Joe felt the same warmth coursing through him. So, while maintaining eye contact, he slowly undressed in front of you.

You had to bite your lip, propping yourself up on your elbows as you admired his face and physique. And what particularly caught your eye was the growing hardness in his boxers, a clear sign of his desire for you. Merely seeing it made your pulse quicken, your cunt pulsating even without his touch.

Your heart pounded in your chest again, but this time, it wasn't from anxiety or fear of heartbreak. No, this time, it was your intense longing for Joseph about to be fulfilled. And as he gently let his fingers find the waistband of your knickers, effortlessly pulling them off, before kneeling on the mattress, prompting you to shift so he could settle between your legs, you found yourself craving more.

It was a moment both of you had been anticipating, yearning for so long.

Yet Joseph took his time. Although neither of you were novices in intimacy, he wanted to ensure it was nothing short of incredible for you. So, as you lay there, your legs slightly bent and spread open for him, he let his fingers delicately explore your sensitive heat, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

Reclining on your back once more, your hands resting on either side of your head, your body surrendered to his deliberate touch, your mind focusing on your breathing. However, it was futile as he gently pressed a finger against your entrance before slowly sliding it inside.

His movements were unhurried and cautious, causing you to softly plead for more. And your wish was his command. Adding a second finger, Joe tenderly stimulated your inner walls, feeling the wetness of your cunt as he savoured the soft sounds of your pleasure. He felt his member almost throbbing with anticipation as he let his fingers glide in and out of your centre, watching your expressions of pure pleasure, while he couldn't help the small patch of pre-cum forming on his boxers.

"Mmm, yes Joe…" you softly moaned as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you, occasionally causing your eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

The atmosphere grew hotter and heavier, your moans growing louder with each passing moment, filling the room. But you couldn't contain yourself. You'd been dreaming of Joe's touch for so long, and now that it was finally happening, it surpassed all your expectations.

His fingers alone were steadily bringing you closer to the brink of orgasm, yet you yearned for more; to feel Joseph inside you, filling you completely and holding you close.

"Joe," you breathed out softly. "Please, I need you inside me…"

And you didn't have to ask him twice. His pulsing cock was already eager to be enveloped by your tight walls. So, with careful movements, Joe withdrew his fingers, leaving you with a sense of anticipation. Yet, you knew what was about to happen would feel even better.

Stepping back onto the floor, Joseph kept his eyes on you as he gently lowered his boxers, revealing his proudly erect length. You almost wanted to call it beautiful, if such a term could be applied to a penis. Your mouth almost watered as he returned to the mattress, positioning himself between your legs, his larger frame hovering over your smaller one, before descending into another deep kiss.

Your hands quickly moved to grasp his brown locks as you felt the tip of his manhood teasing your entrance. And as you sensed the pressure of his length, you instinctively pressed your body against his, urging him to penetrate you.

"Oh yes…" you moaned, breaking the kiss as Joe stretched your core, filling you completely as your tight muscles embraced his member.

"Damn, y/n/n… you feel incredible," he muttered softly upon reaching the depths of your walls.

It was an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation, but what truly sent your mind spinning was when he began to withdraw, only to thrust back in and establish a steady rhythm.

Moans grew louder as you shared this intense intimacy, the heat radiating from your bodies with each thrust and movement. Your hands couldn't stay still, yet eventually settling on his broad shoulders, while your legs instinctively wrapped around his lower back. The lift from your hips provided him with the space he needed, and as the intensity increased, so did his actions.

"Mmm, yes…" Joe moaned as he picked up the pace, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as he felt the waves of pleasure building within him.

"Shi- Joe, you feel… oh, yes…" You couldn't even manage a coherent sentence in the heat of the moment.

It surpassed all your wildest dreams. The perfect combination of desire and passion intertwined with deep, romantic feelings hung in the air. And as Joe maintained his steady rhythm, the sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, you felt yourself edging closer to climax.

And Joe could sense it too, feeling your walls gently tightening around his shaft, bringing him closer to the edge as well. "Oh… fu-" he hummed between moans. You felt absolutely wonderful, and he worried he might reach his climax too soon.

So, observing you close your eyes, he slid an arm down between your bodies, supporting himself on the other arm as his hand found your clit. And as he could sense your nails lightly digging into his skin, he knew you were close. Then slowly circling your bud of nerves with his skilled fingers, he watched as your breaths became erratic and desperate, your moans disjointed, and your back arching, causing your head to fall back onto the pillow.

"Oh yes! Joe, yes, I'm coming…" you cried out, as he continued to stimulate your clit.

"Yes, come for me…" he whispered along with your moans. And within seconds, you let out a loud cry, holding your breath for a moment as you reached climax.

It was intense few seconds as time seemed to stand still, your mind soaring while Joe made love to you through the rush.

And the sight of you reaching climax almost pushed Joe over the edge, causing him to thrust harder and faster, driving himself towards his own release. And it didn't take long before his motions became desperate, his need for release matching the intensity while your muscles clenched around him.

So, with a final loud groan and a few deep breaths, Joe allowed himself to let go, releasing as he spilled into your depths.

It was intensely passionate, both of you sharing loud moans, surrounded by sweat and the heat of your bodies as you gradually calmed yourselves, slowly returning from your euphoric states. You didn't even realise how long the two of you remained still in that position, your core still pulsating around his shaft as Joe caught his breath and regained his strength, eventually lifting his head to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Satisfied smiles graced your faces as you shared light chuckles, and Joe gently withdrew his cock from within you, coming to rest beside you and wrapping an arm under your head, pulling you close for a cuddle.

"That was…" he breathed out softly.

Turning your body towards his, you placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "Perfection?"

Joe chuckled again at your sweet word, his other arm resting behind his head as he gazed down at you. "Perfection, indeed."

It was the perfect conclusion to a perfect night, yet also the beginning of something deeper and more profound.

#my asks #18+ smut #joseph woll smut #joseph woll imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl hockey imagine

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xenisstrange · 3 months

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i don't think anyone outside of this fandom will ever understand what this game has done for me

i was eleven years old lying in my bed with my ipad mini and a pair of earbuds. it was around midnight, way past my bedtime at that age.

i scrolled through my youtube home page and came across a video titled something along the lines of "I CAN TIME TRAVEL???" and started watching.

the gameplay opened with the scene of a girl staring at a massive tornado. and then she woke up in photography class. and then she figured out she could rewind time.

and i was hooked.

then came the bathroom scene. the moment nathan shot chloe, i exited youtube. i was too shocked and stunned to continue. so i put my ipad away and tried to go to bed.

that lasted for less than five minutes.

too curious as to what would happen next, i grabbed my ipad and found the video again.

once i was past the initial shock of what had happened, i found myself falling in love with the art style. i fell in love with the music. i fell in love with the concept, the characters, the universe.

i remember thinking chloe was so cool. i remember wishing i could have a clothing style just like hers.

i remember wishing i had a place like the junkyard where i could escape to.

and i remember relating to max. she's artistic and shy. just like i was.

just like i am.

and then i finished watching episode one. i had to wait two months to see what would happen in episode two. and whenever a new episode did come out, it was always the first thing i watched when i came home from school.

it was like i saw myself in the characters.

kate's rooftop scene broke me. and in coming years, i would relate to her depression far more than i ever realized i would at eleven years old.

chloe's anger stunned me. i didn't realize why i felt so connected to the intensity of it then, but knowing what i was to experience in my teenage years, it now makes sense.

max's sensitivity made me feel so seen. and she was just as creative as i wished to be. i bought an analog camera when i was fifteen just because i wanted to take polaroids like her.

i wanted to be in the world of life is strange. i wanted to experience true friendship (and more) like what max and chloe had because up until then, i felt so alone.

this game made me feel understood. this game made me feel like i could make my life an adventure. this game gave me hope for the future.

i finally played the game myself when i was thirteen. it was the second game ever in my steam account.

but throughout high school, i forgot about the game for a bit, only getting re-obsessed for a short while when before the storm came out. i finally played life is strange 2 in the summer of 2020, when i rediscovered life is strange during covid lockdown. and then came true colors. i played that one the day it got released.

even though the new games are amazing, and the characters' relatability is just as strong, the original life is strange will forever hold a special place in my heart. in a way, it formed who i am as a person today. just ask anyone who was in my life when i started saying "hella" in every sentence.

a few days after i turned eighteen, i realized "i am the age of the characters in life is strange."

and that was crazy to me.

i had grown up with these characters, wondering if my life would ever be as interesting or as venturesome as theirs. and now i was the same age as them.

and then i became older than them. and my life has most definitely not been the adventure i'd hoped for.

but i've come to accept this, as max and chloe are video game characters, and i live in the real world.

but that's why i hold the first life is strange game in such a special place in my heart. these characters were there for me when real people weren't.

this game taught me the difference in morals and beliefs, because what one person thinks is wrong might be right to someone else. this game taught me to be kind to others, to show compassion and empathy, because you never know what someone is going through.

this game taught me not to be afraid to love.

because if i were to be chloe, then someday my max would make a return.

#life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #life is strange before the storm #life is strange true colors #max and chloe #sorry this is so long #i just have a lot of feelings ok #i love life is strange sm

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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I'm so so glad that you are taking requests, now I got plenty plenty ideas! But unfortunately, I don't wanna scare you lol. So I'm just going with the one running on my mind for a while-

Since you want the requests to be precise, here you go!

Pairing : Natsu/Lucy(cause they're the best duh)

Prompt : We all know that Lucy has somehow gotten the idea that Natsu is incapable of romance so in this story, Natsu somehow learns about her misconception and it makes him feel uncomfortable for some reasons. But he doesn't quite realise what he feels so he chooses to not think much about it. Meanwhile Lucy decides that she needs to put some boundary in their relationship since it's painful for her to confine her own feelings. I'm implying the regular physical contact between them(cuddles, sleeping in one bed, close proximity). She doesn't wanna ruin their precious friendship for the sake of her supressed emotions. Hence she slowly starts trying to move on, which she can't. Natsu finds it all too confusing and frustrating. He can't bring himself to imagine someone else with Lucy.

And I'm a big Gratsu brotp fan, Gray gets what's going on and helps out Natsu. You can write their convo as per your choice! Finally Natsu understands and in the end, talks to Lucy.

Hope you can finish it soon!

Time To Talk [NaLu]

an: Hi Anon! Firstly, I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get around to writing this for you!! Secondly, this is my first ever ask on tumblr so I hope I've done okay? I didn't anticipate it would turn out this long, and to be fair I probably could have made it longer but I reined myself in! XD

pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: SFW, fluff, angst, Natsu is oblivious, Gray is a good friend, just wholesome feelings being discovered, lil fight between ice and fire, injuries and a lil blood

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A dull ache added to each beat of his heart. He didn’t understand it, why did it hurt? Rubbing the spot on his chest where his heart lay beneath, he frowned and replayed the conversation he had overheard, although he was sure he was not meant to.

“You don’t get it Mira, Natsu, he – he just isn’t capable of feeling the way I do. It hurts but I have to put a halt to this before I drown in my own misery.”

Natsu had pondered those words for the past few days, puzzling over what exactly Lucy had been trying to say and coming up with a big fat nothing. True indeed that the Fire Dragon Slayer was more than a little dense, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was simply inexperienced.

Entirely unaccustomed to emotions more complex than happiness, sadness, anger, fear and familial love, it was not surprising that he chose to ignore the pang in his heart whenever his hand brushed against Lucy’s. Oblivious to why his stomach flitted nervously with enormous bat-like moths whenever they were parted, which gave way to ticklish wing strokes of dainty butterflies when they were finally reunited.

He knew that Lucy meant more to him than the rest of his beloved Fairy Tail family, but when he tried to define it, he couldn’t. It was like the words were stuck fast in his throat, choking him until he was blue in the face and it was maddening for the poor boy.

It was dragging him down, making him grumpy and abrasive to those around him.

His callous roughened hands curled into tight fists, eyeing the prominent veins that stood proud against his tanned skin and wished for a good brawl. A fight with someone that could take his intensity, absorb his flames and throw back an equal amount of power. Something, anything to take his mind off this problem that he had no idea how to even start to unravel – let alone resolve.

Gray!

Ruffling his vividly pink hair, he grinned his signature toothy grin but it was not full of good humour this time, oh no, he had come up with a plan to hopefully squash all thought of Lucy’s words out of his head. If he could not solve the problem, he would knock it from his head and who better to engage in a physical smackdown than Gray Fullbuster.

He just had to go find him…

Lucy sighed.

This was harder than she had anticipated. She had meant what she said to Mira, it was more than time that she place some boundaries on her ‘relationship’ with Natsu. Could you even call it a relationship? Honestly, she didn’t know at this point.

It felt wrong to say it was only a friendship; it wasn’t normal for a male and female to share a bed more often than they slept separately. To wake up in the mornings entwined in limbs that did not belong to their own body, basking in the bodily heat that the other provided in a way that spoke much more than a platonic friendship.

Lucy felt the safest when she was physically touching Natsu, innocent enough with hands that brushed against one another until that alone had not been enough. The contact evolved into quick hugs and then into arms that remained draped around shoulders and waists long past the point that would seem appropriate.

The last thing she wished to do was jeopardise the friendship that they did have, she would box up her own swelling feelings for her precious Salamander, and swallow them down. A bitter pill indeed, but it would be for the best. How long she could have gone on pining for someone that she was confident would never return her feelings, she wasn’t sure, but it was best not to find out.

Yet, it was like dying a thousand deaths when she bore witness to the mixture of hurt and confusion that etched upon his face when she denied him entry to her bed. Forced him to curl up on her sofa instead, a sofa that was much too small to contain his hulking mass but it was either that or the floor.

The scrunch above the bridge of his nose, sharp eyebrows drawn low into a frown and his lips tipped down as if he had tasted something unpleasant on his tongue. It hurt, every intimate detail that she noted was an individual agony, but she resolved to follow through.

It’s for the best…

Lucy tried to remind herself of this fact in the dead of the night; listening to the ferocious draconic snores of the Dragon Slayer in the next room. Sleep refused to come to her, dancing around her restless form that was much too small within this bed. Her fingers grabbed for the pillow that Natsu used, dragging it to her chest and nuzzling her face into the downy soft material. Inhaling that all too familiar scent of campfires that tickled her nose in the most addicting way and letting the tears fall freely.

Why couldn’t you love me like I love you, Natsu?

“What you staring at Ice Princess?”

Gray turned to spot an agitated looking Natsu. He cocked an eyebrow, watching intently as the pink haired idiot smacked his fists together until they ignited. The flames wreathed his hands, dancing their ritualistic war dance along his skin until they reached his muscled shoulders.

This was getting excessive now.

The Ice Mage was used to bouts of aggression with Natsu, the pair of them always keen to square off and prove who was the better mage, but this smacked of something else entirely. Barely a day went by without the two of them being dragged apart by Erza, and on one occasion, even Master Makarov had intervened.

Something was wrong, he could sense it like an approaching thunderstorm. The air was as thick as molasses, sticky on the skin and dragging the oxygen from the lungs until they burned.

His eye twitched as Natsu bumped into his chest with his own, their forehead inches from colliding and then he noticed it. The faint purplish colour under the Salamander’s blazing obsidian eyes, the near-constant grind of his sharp jaw and the sadness that he was trying to mask with his aggression.

Gray had known that Lucy was not her usual self either. Similar to how Natsu appeared, she was tired and often close to tears over apparently nothing. He was a smart man and putting two and two together, the answer was clear enough. Things were not as rosy as they normally were between the princess and her dragon. He would get to the bottom of this, but first, a good beat down sounded like fun.

He played along with the pathetic lure that Natsu had baited him with, knowing that the fiery male would be more willing to open up if he were to be physically exhausted.

“Staring at a pathetic piece of shit, that’s what!”

The fists flew in a flurry of movement; connecting with steely jaws and hardened stomachs. Ice met fire, the opposing elements engaging in a battle of their own. Fireballs flew in every direction, Natsu was getting sloppy in his technique and it worried Gray. He had to bring this to a close quickly.

“Ice Make – Ice Geyser” the raven haired male roared.

He leapt back as the ground around Natsu erupted with deadly looking ice spikes. His opponent managed to dodge the worst of them, as he had predicted he would, but he was not at his best. Ice wrapped around his left ankle and quickly coursed up his leg until he was immobilised from the waist down on one side.

Natsu panted heavily, his chest heaving with every breath he took and a nasty swelling already blooming over his right eye from an uppercut that Gray had landed earlier in the fight. A trickle of blood oozed from his cut brow and bathed the side of his face in blood. Cuts around the eye always had the worst way of making it look so much worse than it actually was.

“Feeling better?” Gray asked as he slowly melted the ice to free his friend.

The pink haired male fell to his knees and then back onto his butt. He pulled his knees up to his chest and linked his arms around his thighs whilst his cheek rested atop. Gray dropped to the dusty ground, giving Natsu enough space to not feel crowded but close enough to reassure him that he was willing to listen.

“Not really man,” came the quiet reply.

Manifesting a small lump of ice, he wrapped it in his discarded top and offered it to the Dragon Slayer.

“Something wrong with you and Lucy? I was sure you guys were as solid as a rock…”

Natsu scoffed as he pressed the makeshift icepack to his swollen eye.

“You tell me, I – I just don’t know what has changed. If I’ve done or said something that I shouldn’t have. Fuck, I wanted to forget about this but I overheard a conversation between Lucy and Mira. I still don’t understand it but it won’t leave my head. I thought that beating it out would be best, but you can see how well that has worked.”

The words poured from his mouth like a dam bursting its banks. He pounded his bloodied fist against the ground, kicking up dirt and small pebbles under the intensity of his strength.

“What did she say?” Gray asked tentatively, not wishing to interrupt but needing more context than he had been given so far.

Natsu reiterated the words he had heard and Gray understood immediately. This was just like him, he couldn’t see what was right in front of his face. Oblivious wasn’t the right definition, for he knew it was there, more like overwhelmed and uncertain.

“Fucksake… Natsu.”

“What?! What the fuck am I missing here? Will someone just tell me?! I cannot stand the not knowing, it’s killing me and Lucy is drifting away from me and I don’t know why,” he yelled, his voice raw with pure unfiltered emotion.

Gray huffed through his nose as he pinched at the bridge to stem the headache that was fast blooming.

“Is Lucy your friend?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course she is!”

“Do you think that she could be more than a friend?”

A look of confusion descended on the portion of Natsu’s face that he could see, and Gray would swear he could see the cogs whirring and grinding in his brain as he scrambled to understand what that meant.

“Let me put it this way flamebrain, how would you feel if you were to walk in on me kissing Lucy? Like passionately kissing, my fingers tangled in her golden hair, pressing my-”

His words were cut off as the Dragon Slayer lunged from his throat.

Gray chuckled darkly as he managed to avoid being grabbed and shackling the enraged male with ice once more.

“Don’t like that thought do you?” he smirked.

“Bring your fucking face here right this second, I want to knock your damn teeth out!” Natsu roared like a feral beast. His face was as vividly pink as his hair, veins popping on his forehead as he strained against his bitterly cold restraints.

“Natsu, calm yourself.

“Listen, man, Lucy thinks that you do not see her as anything other than a friend, but given how you just reacted, I think it’s safe to say that your feelings are more than simply born of friendship. You need to talk to her, she is pushing you away to save her heart. I bet it is killing her to do so, and you need to stop it before it becomes irreparable. Understand?”

The dawn of comprehension was amusing to watch. The metaphorical light bulb moment seemed silly to imagine until it was basically happening in front of his eyes.

The walk along the canal that led Lucy towards the Fairy Tail guildhall was no longer a comfort, instead, her feet felt leaden. She knew he would be there, Natsu had left her apartment earlier in the morning and had not yet returned. Part of her wished to return to bed, to wrap herself tightly in the lingering scent of him on her bedsheets and stay there forever.

Her morose thoughts were interrupted as a blur of motion came barrelling towards her.

As if summoned by her thoughts alone, Natsu stood in front of her, out of breath and looking badly beaten up. The blonde gasped at the wound on his eyebrow and the eye that was practically swollen shut.

“Natsu! What happened? Do you need me to find-”

Time stood still as he interrupted her words to pull her into a tight bear hug. Her feet dangled and for a moment she didn’t know how to react. It didn’t last long as her arms hooked around his neck and she squeezed him in return.

A wealth of tears sprung from her eyes as she lost herself within his embrace, how she had missed this. Lucy buried her face into the soft fabric of his scarf, the intense scent of him filling her to capacity as she let the barricades come tumbling down.

Her heart was in ruins, and she knew right then that she would never be able to stuff these feelings down ever again. She didn’t know what this would mean for their future, and it hurt her to think of having to physically move away to find any semblance of closure or peace.

“Luce,” he mumbled into her hair.

She gasped as she realised he too was inhaling her scent, one hand spearing into her blonde hair, holding her to him as the other crushed her torso to his own.

At long last they parted, her feet once again kissed the ground and she hesitantly met his gaze.

“We’ve gotta talk Luce, let’s go home.”

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piersandchrisswife · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet - Piers Nivans

I wanted to write this just because there aren't many things out there for my fav sniper! Also I've never done one before and was curious how it would turn out. I think it helps me outline his character for other fics I plan to write in the future. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate. He's always asking how you are, always brushing a hand to your side whenever he walks past you, always keeping an eye out for you. And hand holding - please hold his hand. He will blush to his ears. He just wants to be held, and it makes him feel safe.

I don't feel he's too affectionate in public, especially at work. Not that he’s embarrassed with you or anything, he might sneak a quick peck on your lips or throw an arm around your shoulder but he wouldn’t full on make out with you in front of his colleagues. He prefers that behind closed doors :)

I would also imagine the way he shows affection is by caring. A LOT. He ALWAYS makes sure you're staying hydrated and eating, plus he always makes it a priority to check up on your mental health too. He wants to support you as much as he can. Would never hesitate to grab you a snack from outside even if you’re craving it at 3am.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Would be the most loyal friend you ever had. You just know you can trust him with ANYTHING. Secrets, embarrassing moments, hot gossip. This man will never speak of it or say a word, even if his life was on the line. Would definitely be available to you at all times, he wants to be there for his friends and treats them like his family. Just generally very supportive and always by your side - what more could you ask for? Would definitely like to get to know you more seeing your kindness and initial friendly warmth, as I feel those traits mean a lot to him. And for him as well, trust/loyalty is a huge make or break factor. He would want that in a close relationship (not that he's clingy). I also imagine he's awful at texting back but amazing at picking up phone calls - he would rather just talk on the phone instead of typing a huge paragraph of text (I mean he has a ton of reports to read already, so he would like to avoid reading more of anything as much as possible).

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

A massive cuddle bug. He likes the warmth and intimacy it gives. And it also makes him feel he can protect you and knowing you're safe in his arms is a perfect way for him to truly relax with you. He likes cuddling with you in the evenings, it's routine for you two to unwind after a long and tiring day. He truly feels like a new man after an intense cuddling session. His favourite way to cuddle you is you both side by side sprawled on his comfy bed. Also loves when you bury your head in his chest - it makes him feel like he can protect you against the world.

Definitely rubs your back while cuddling, it's comforting for both you and him. Also buries his face in your neck/hair 99% of the time - he likes to nuzzle into you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Definitely wants to settle down, hell you two are practically a domestic couple since he truly believes giving his all to his partner. I imagine he's quite meticulous at cleaning - he likes keeping things organised but awful at laundry.. Cooks nutritiously and the food tastes amazing, yet I imagine he can't bake very well - that’ll be up to you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he was breaking up, it would either be he wanted to keep you safe, or something that he can't continue the relationship with that doesnt agree with his morals or values. Would call you for a chat in person and gently explain the reasons why; he doesn't believe in bitter endings. He would like to be on good terms.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In his head you two are already married. This man is completely enamoured and if he could, would marry you on the spot. But he knows that you may want extra months for planning the wedding and making it perfect, so would definitely propose when the time is right (aka work is not interfering with both your lives, and the stage in both your lives is perfect)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite his occasional gruff demeanour with his team, he never fails to lend a kind word (which is written in his re6 files too). Definitely a HUGE softie behind doors - this man is SOOO soft and gooey. He would be so supportive and so gentle with you with everything - conversations, his body language, in bed. Always cautious not to use his strength on you as the last thing he wants to do is hurt you or make you unintentionally scared of him so treats you like a glass doll, despite you reassuring him you won’t crack. His favourite way to show this is softly stroking your hair, it's the definition of romance for him and it makes him all gooey inside. Emotionally, I feel like he might be on the tough love side (like how he interacted with Chris when he was going through his trauma). But he means well - he just wants the best for you. If you tell him you just want support right now instead of a solution; he will happily shut up and cuddle the hurt out of you. But his natural instinct is to provide solutions - he can't help it. Again it's the soldier in him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He wouldn’t often give bone crushing hugs, I see him more embracing you romantically as he still wants to look into your eyes/see your face. He rests his face on your shoulder all the time - it's snuggly and he feels comforted . His hugs aren’t tight, they are more like a embrace during a waltz - intimate, yet freeing. Will sway backwards and forwards subconsciously. Also loves burying your face in his chest - it makes him feel as he puts it - ‘manly’.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

I don't think he has a lot of experience with love/relationships, so he will be in love and not even realise it. He would just constantly question his feelings of protectiveness and jealousy till it finally dawned on him like a light bulb in the middle of a boring BSAA conference that he was definitely not listening to. Would 100% wait till he knew for sure you also had feelings for him and you also loved him - he doesn't want to embarrass himself and make himself look foolish. Even though he avoids saying the L-word out of anxiety, he tries but can never hide how absolutely down bad he is for you LMAO. Will go the extra length to protect you/ take care of you and doesnt even realise he's exposing himself and always gets absolutely shocked when his teammates mention and tease him for his crush on you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh man. This guy. Will not hesitate to walk up to the person and physically push them away from you. He has a VERY short temper when it comes to random people hitting on you - so be prepared. Will not even hear the other person's excuses - he doesn't care. You're his. As I mentioned before, this man values loyalty above all else so it definitely means a lot to him. He’ll pout, and maybe be a bit moody, so please give him some smooches and pinch his muscles and tell him he's the only man for you. He’ll get over it pretty quickly after that as long as you are sincere to him - and he can usually see right through insincerity. All he wants is utter devotion back so please don't flirt with anyone but him as thats a big no no for him with his s/o.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Full, and loving. He loves pouring all his emotions and passion he feels for you in any kiss he gives you - so be well prepared. Kissing him would make you completely relax in his arms and weak in the knees - it's the warmth and emotion that positively bursts for you like a tidal wave.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children often see him as a big brother - he naturally has the charisma. They trust him almost immediately to your amusement, and cling onto him with their lives. And naturally - it makes you explode.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up before you, but doesn't move and enjoys the comfort while he's still sleepy and cosy. Definitely traces a hand over your features as you're knocked out, admiring your peaceful, relaxed expression. I see him as staying in bed time, but not for too long as the military training he's had in the past can't make him stay too long as he'll begin to grow restless. Will happily make you breakfast while you snooze in bed though; a coffee with a hearty breakfast consisting of sausages, eggs and toast for him, while not forgetting to add your choice of meal too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You two have a pretty scheduled routine, as Piers likes going to bed early. Will definitely not forget snuggle time with you, and loves chatting to you about whatever's on his or your mind before you go to sleep. It's his way of catching up with whatever went on the day, while also being able to get whatever is off his shoulders. He also doesn't mind a movie night - and is one of those people who makes comments on the movies CONSTANTLY. Either you love it, or hate it. No inbetween.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first, he was a little frosty. You can't blame him, he has gone through so much despite being only 26, and has lost a lot of friends who he considered family on his team. He tries to not grow so attached to new people in his life since he's so afraid of developing a connection and suddenly having that taken away from him by life's cruel circumstances. He needs the time to trust you first, and slowly you'll melt away his icy demeanour - and he'll find himself drawn to you despite his best efforts to control himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Has a pretty short temper. But don't get me wrong - he would never get short with you. You’re the only exception in his life, he wouldn't dare raise his voice or scare you in any way (but sometimes he still slips up though; he's only human). Although, when he’s irritated, you can usually tell by his jaw clenching and his fists curling by his sides (and you find it pretty hot).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

As we all know, the BSAA’s top ace is sharp, observant, and blessed with a higher than average amount of concentration. Don’t be alarmed when this man is recalling the jumble of facts you sleepily have babbled in your sleep from a random night years ago as if it was the most important, obvious thing in your relationship. This does tend to make you slightly alarmed, however in a strange way it is comforting he cares so much about what you have to say. It also makes him extremely gifted at present shopping. Yes, he will remember the exact shopping item you glanced at a little too long in the window shops even if you don’t mention this to him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite would probably be a simple, yet special moment for him personally. I imagine it might be the time he meets you after he's realised that he's in love with you. You both had gone on your usual coffee shop trips in a local cafe that was a regular for the two of you. The way the foam formed a moustache around your lips was endearing to him and he found himself warmly smiling and blushing at your playful expression, as you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve. You looked even more beautiful to him that day, the comforting atmosphere of the shop and the slight rain outside pattering on the window was so perfect and romantic to him. You didn't notice a thing as you were so caught up in retelling a story that you had saved especially for this date to say, but to him - it was the most picturesque scene from a story tale.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

As I've mentioned before, this man is extremely protective of you. He’s seen too many horrors in his life, and knows how important it is to cherish the ones you love before you don't have a chance to again. He might be slightly on the controlling side I imagine, but that is only because he's so scared of losing you. If you're out in public with him, don't be surprised when he's sending death glares to every man who even glances at you for more than a second. He can't help his territorial side and it usually makes him grumpy if you look particularly beautiful that day and have more attention on you than usual. Up front and confrontational with the sleazy men that approach you despite the obvious death glares given from Piers' way before they approach you, although it never fails to make you slightly hot and bothered at his protective attitude.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He prefers simple dates, nothing too fancy or special. He just wants to have a fun time with you and while he isn't opposed to an expensive more traditional date, he just finds he can relax a little more easily in a more casual setting. Food dates would be his absolute favourite - you two have a special thing where you try all the best local food shops around, and have a few places that are frequently visited - especially his favourite steak houses.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As mentioned, he may be a little controlling over you, and that's up to you whether you take it in an endearing way or not. I imagine he also might not be too great at communication sometimes when he's having a particularly bad mental health day. You may need to get him to open up to you with a little prying, but he always gives in after a little egging on. This habit of his sometimes makes you anxious as you would like him to be more open with his feelings since you want to make him feel like he can approach you with anything. He also is extremely bad at laundry and is one of those people that just dumps it on a chair, much to your annoyance.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, although he does make sure he uses his hand cream often in the winter time as his hands can get some calluses from constantly holding his sniper/equipment. Also makes sure his lips are always soft using balm (I mean have you seen how soft his lips look?!). I can totally see him as one of those boys that don't use anything on their face other than raw soap and water and yet they have perfect clear skin.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course, he depends on you and you depend on him. To Piers, you make his life more fuller, you make him hopeful for the future. He loves the emotional relationship you two have despite him at times being a little withdrawn (but don't worry, he's getting better at expressing his feelings). You're his light, his very soul.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Is a big big fan of knitted jumpers. Overall loves knitted things in general and gets cold very easily. Always has those fluffy socks on even in summer time (to your horror) but hey - at least you don't feel his cold toes in bed. If you know knitting/crochet, a hand made cardigan or scarf would bring tears to his eyes and you would never catch him without it. Will also proudly tell Chris at every single moment much to his annoyance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like dishonesty at all, and will slightly hold a grudge unless you are sincere in his apology. He wants there to be no secrets between you two as he holds the bonds of trust to a high degree. Also is not willing to compromise if you don't get along with people he loves in his life (ahem ahem his captain). They mean a lot to him, and wouldn't be too keen if you didn't get along with them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He drools cutely, and somehow ALWAYS gets on the side of your face. A regular habit of yours is now washing the pillows more than usual unless you want to sleep on his slobber (secretly you think it's cute). Along with the socks already mentioned, he definitely loves sleeping with a hot water bottle in the winter times and owns an electric blanket, much to your amusement.

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mistressheroine · 3 months

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WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag @im-immortal 💚

I'd just like to take a moment to say a massive thank you to whoever nominated me for The Moonshine Awards this year! I was blown away by how many I got and I'm so honoured to be considered amongst so many amazing writers, artists and content creators! I never thought that I would be writing fic on an almost daily basis this time last year but all the friendship and support I have recieved has meant so much to me and has given me so much confidence ❤️

I've yet to make a start on chapter 6 of Keep Me (hopefully at some point this week) as I've been focusing all my attention on my Valentine's Day fic for BHF23! So here's a little preview for Can You See Right Through Me?

“I’ll do a quick sweep upstairs, why don’t you see if there’s anything we could use.” Daryl whispered before he cautiously mounted the wooden staircase, still on high alert. Beth watched as he ascended into the shadows above, his footsteps causing the floorboards above to creak despite how lightly he was treading and she let out a sigh of relief when she heard him call that it was all clear a couple of minutes later. She ran a hand over her damp hair before removing her backpack, a cloud of dust dancing around the air as it hit the floor and began to search through the kitchen cupboards. It had been untouched, a rarity after all this time since the Turn, the crockery and glassware was all stacked up neatly inside. She found an old box of unopened crackers and a few cans of soup and beans which she laid out on the kitchen counter. It was then that she spotted a wooden box with a faded piece of paper placed neatly on the top, its edges curling and yellowing slightly from the exposure to the air and sunlight but Beth could still make out the handwritten message that had been left behind: There is always hope. Beth reached out with hesitant fingers for the note, remembering the last time they had come across shelter that was seemingly too good to be true. She heard Daryl making his way back down the stairs and towards where she stood in the semi-darkness of the kitchen, carrying a lit candle. As he came closer and cast more light across the room, Beth saw that the wooden box had an inscription carved into the lid surrounded by groups of delicately painted violets. She recognised the quotation from a long forgotten class in high school, a quote paraphrased from a Walt Whitman poem - We were together, I forget the rest. “Found some candles and a few blankets tucked away upstairs. They’re dusty but they’ll keep us warm enough if it gets any colder. I’ll get the bike covered and try to find some wood for a fire ‘fore the rain gets too heavy. What’d ya find?” Daryl asked, spotting the piece of paper she still had pinched between her fingers. Beth glanced over her shoulder at him, his face bathed in the warm glow of candlelight as he placed it beside her on the counter. Another memory flashed across her mind, another candlelit kitchen and his face bathed in warm light. “Whoever used to live here, they left something behind for whoever came along.” Beth whispered, her throat suddenly dry as the image of his ocean blue, intense gaze across the kitchen table that night at the funeral home refused to leave her mind. She shook her head as he leant past, his arm brushing lightly against hers as he ran surprisingly delicate fingers over the lid of the wooden box. Beth unfolded the piece of paper and found a short message written inside which she proceeded to read out loud.

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raspberry-pudding · 1 month

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3/29/24

I don't have anything to share today about weed recovery. I've been decreasing my intake lately and while my goal is to quit, I feel like maybe there are underlying issues that I struggle with.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Every now and then I have moments of epiphany of what I need to work on and fix. And then other moments, like now, it feels like I've completely forgotten it.

This page has pretty much been a public diary for me. More below the cut.

There's something in me that feels distrustful of others, and I feel like I didn't really think about that being an issue I have until recently. I've noticed the anxiety I get when I start getting close with people. First of all, being close to a person or having physical touch with my friends has always made me feel uncomfortable or sick to an extent. Whenever I would have sleepovers (either hosting or being a guest), the next morning I would immediately feel gross and uncomfortable in my own skin. Being in someone else's space or someone being in my space, early in the morning, upsets me very badly. Even a couple of years ago (probably around 24) I stayed the night at a friend's house and when I woke in the morning I immediately left before they got up. Not because I don't love them -- we've been friends since kindergarten -- but because I was so uncomfortable in my own skin and self-conscious by waking up there. Strangely, I never felt this way about my partner. I don't know why that's different for me.

And before, I feel as if I haven't had any problems being close with friends. Close in the sense that we're going out and doing things or hanging out. But suddenly the idea of hanging out with a friend outside of work makes me feel the way sleepovers used to. I think about being in a friend's car hanging out and I feel sick or I feel uncomfortable in my skin.

Why is there a part of myself that feels so closed off and scared of close connections?

I know one reason, and maybe it's my awareness of this behavior in others that's increased my anxiety and has made me more closed off. I notice that people immediately fall in love with me, and from one or two interactions they begin to set this idealized version of who they believe I am. Other people become very intense when they like me. And it scares me, because the moment I do something outside of this idealized picture they've created then I become a monster. I don't like having these interactions where I'm getting complimented a lot or where someone discusses how much they love me as a person because I've had so many experiences of people acting like that and then blowing up the moment I'm not what they thought.

I've noticed out of fear I have been more closed off and try to keep people at arm's length. I'm scared of getting close to someone and making a friend only for it to turn around and be another nightmare. I wish people didn't call me perfect. I'm not perfect, I'm a human and I have shitty sides as much as anyone else. And creating this self-narrative that I'm perfect just....I don't like it. I can't live up to someone's expectation of me and then I get burned.

I try to counteract it happening now by being adamant about never being on my phone. I never text anyone outside of the environments I see them in, at least in the beginning, because now I don't want to set up this expectation that I'm an everyday kind of talker. I'm not. I lost my best friend in the entire world because I just don't want to talk every single day. And it was an explosive end. So, after that especially, I start any friendship by being distant, so that the other person can be used to it and I can weed out who will respect my space and who won't. Being able to be alone is so important to me, and I hate that I had to lose someone I was friends with for so long just because I wanted space.

I've been having trouble being close with my family lately, too, which I feel like I never really had a problem with before. I don't know why, I just feel distant from them. I don't understand why I feel distant from them. I know why I do my mom, and it's because as much as I love her I don't see her as a safe space for me to share anything with. Everything I tell her gets warped or gaslit or whatever. I don't even know how to describe it -- it's like every single interaction is a misunderstanding or a reason to belittle me. But my dad, who I feel incredibly close to, I've recently also been feeling very distant from.

I have thought about how much weed has intensified these feelings. I feel like the distance from my family didn't start until I started smoking. And I'm sure there could be an argument of me becoming more closed off. I don't know.

Every day, I can just feel there's something wrong with me. And sometimes I feel like I know how to fix it and other times I feel completely lost. It doesn't feel like depression, I've been depressed. It's at least easier than depression. But it's different, it's a lot of anxiety and fear.

Iris🪻

#diary #self help #tw addiction #recovery #recovering stoner

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jeremiah-ill · 9 months

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Letter I made to help me let go.

If I had known that our chance reunion would be the only time I would have, I would have whole heartedly said,

"Thank you for your friendship. I know this is weird to say after not speaking for the last seven years- and yet, as I sit here with you now, it's like the ghost of my 17 year old self becomes alive for just this hour and sends me his feelings of comfort, elation, & and happiness of just being able to hang out with you."

To be able to feel such great heights of compassion & gratefulness from just seeing you & hearing from you- I interpret it to mean that my past self must have felt that all the time whenever you were around. What I mean to say is, you were so important to him- to me."

If I had known that this would be the last time I would be able to say sorry, I would have said,

"This might be me overthinking- AND it's completely unfair to you because instead of being vulnerable, -and asking you if you're comfortable and feel safe, I'm instead assuming I know how you feel- WHICH doesn't respect your autonomy- but I'm going to say it anyway because I'm scared of being misunderstood or making someone feel unsafe or creeped out or uncomfortable-

The way you left & at times, when you were talking about how unsafe you felt traveling on the subway, it made me think that you may have felt unsafe or put in an uncomfortable position.

And to keep yourself safe or not have to do something awkward or tough or unfair, you were nice to me and held out. I overthought this, and it could be me just projecting, but 9 out of 10 times- I've been good at sensing & empathizing how others feel (probably a skill I've garnered & honed since I was a kid, sorry for the trauma dump). Anyways, I just wanted you to know-

I'm sorry if I've made you feel unsafe or put you in a unfair position. Thank you for spending a brunch with me, & you can go your way & not feel the need to be nice because you feel like it's a risk not to be."

If I had known that this would be my last farewell, I would have said,

"Sitting with you having hot chocolate and you, your latte-

Chatting with you, sharing food, longanisa breakfast sandwiches-

Listening to you, hearing about your adventures & good things that you are doing-

This moment of connection made me feel at ease & grateful. I feel delighted we were able to meet again.

You know how I was saying that being able to see you again recalled, in me, intense feelings of compassion & gratefulness?

I also feel a sense of mournfulness tinged on the outside of those feelings of compassion & gratefulness-

Like how shades of the sky meet the sun on a water paint canvas.

I grieve & feel billows of sadness come up from the pit of my stomach and envelope my chest & into the back of my eyes when I think about how this is our last goodbye, & we are, together, letting go of this connection.

I love you & goodbye."

.....

I imagine I'm standing on the pier at some faraway beach. There are crates on the pier next to a boat. When I look in each crate, I see the memories & important things I've grown attached to in our friendship.

-The humor, fun, & joy we've shared.

-The feelings of seeing & being seen, of knowing & being known, of understanding & being understood.

-The companionship, belonging, & support we had.

And with each crate I look into, I close it shut & place each on the boat. And then say,

"Goodbye, I'm letting all these things go. I'm letting you go."

I say it. I say it again.

And again.

and again.

and once more..

With tears in my eyes, I keep saying this phrase until I see the boat slowly disappear into the horizon.

I turn around and breathe.

I breathe, and I see the sky clearing up. Spring is here. The air feels crisp & refreshing. I can hear the birds that are soaring through the wind. Leaves on the trees rustle through the breeze. There lays a path in front of me laden with sunflowers & daffodils.

Before I go, I can still hear a part of me saying to look back once more. Just one more time.

Before I can ponder it even more-

I step forward onto the path and start walking, head held high.

#personal #goodbye #Letting go #moving on

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versadies · 3 years

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Hey hey!! I've been following you for a while now and I love your work sm aaa

Saw the event, I love soulmate au's 😩‼ as a gemini, may I request a gemini prompt + kaeya? Up to you who the enemy is, I trust you ^ ^

-🦚 @pavo-ocell-me

someday, one day (hc scenario)

penpal: omg hi !! im glad u love my work, i hope this is to ur liking 🙌

prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: when you thought he was your enemy but is actually your lover.

includes: spoilers on diluc and kaeya's backstory, spoilers on genshin's official webtoon, violence, physical pain, burns, arguing, enthusiastic!diluc (pls take note that its canon that he USED to be like all the other pyro characters b4 his father's death.),

when you first met diluc, it felt like he was your knight in shining armor.

the first time you two met was when you accidentally fell down from your balcony after leaning too much on the railing and diluc managed to catch you bridal-style whilst he was on patrol around the city as a knight.

it truly was romantic– and a near-death experience for you.

so when you found out that his name is imprinted on your wrist, you felt ecstatic, and so did he.

since then, you two were known as the youngest soulmates who had found each other in mondstadt, people admiring your relationship with envy and happiness.

of course, you and diluc were a happy couple. although you would be lying if you said diluc is overall your type, you managed to find yourself falling in love with the man.

when crepus, diluc's father, found out about diluc's once-in-a-lifetime moment, he simply laughs and pats you and his son by your backs with a proud smile.

"by the time my son turns 18, we better make arrangements of your wedding! it's a ragnvindr tradition, after all." he comments eagerly. you honestly weren't sure if the man was joking or not.

it didn't take long before you meet his dear brother, kaeya.

when you find out his brother's name is the same as the one that's imprinted on your other wrist, being surprised is far from your reaction.

"don't worry about it, y/n." diluc reassures you one night as the two of you stroll around the city together. "i'll make sure nothing will go wrong between you and my brother. besides, you always have me, right?"

if diluc hadn't tried what he said, perhaps things would've gone differently than now.

in fear of being enemies with your future brother-in-law, you decided to avoid kaeya like a plague, giving the young man apologetic looks whenever you walk away from his presence.

as much as you're avoiding the man, you couldn't imagine hating on kaeya. every night, you always think of what can make kaeya your enemy. what is there to hate him? he's funny, chivalrous, everything that screams your type of men.

wait.. type?

your heart drops from the moment you started thinking romantic things about diluc's brother, looking behind you to see your soulmate sleeping soundly with a frown plastered on your face.

is diluc really your lover?

doubts started to cross your mind. what if diluc isn't your soulmate? what is there to prove that kaeya is your enemy? are you just overthinking things?

"i can't think about this." you murmured to yourself, pulling up your comforter before laying back down on your bed and try to fall asleep.

"i have a wedding to worry about next year."

just as you said, you did try not to think about the possibilities you have with the two brothers, distracting yourself with tasks and dates with your lover, who's quite oblivious to your problems going on inside your head.

unnoticed by you, you weren't the only one who has been burdened with your thoughts.

by the time diluc's birthday has arrived, the two of you started to get excited from your future wedding, excited to finally marry each other after years of spending your adolescence together.

you didn't expect an inconvenience during diluc and crepus's trip.

you didn't expect crepus trying to save diluc from a monster using something that no one but snezhnaya has ever heard of.

you didn't expect crepus asking diluc to put him out of his misery.

you didn't expect diluc to come strolling back to your shared home with blood stained in his clothing at a late hour.

you never, ever, expected your lover to fight his own brother when he took a visit.

and you did not expect your lover to plan on leaving you and everyone.

"what do you mean you're... you're leaving?" you ask in disbelief, staring at diluc as though he has two heads. "can't i go with you–?"

"no, this journey will be too dangerous for you–"

"this applies to you as well! you're not an immortal or some god–"

"i can do this on my own, y/n." he says with his eyes narrowed. you couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. this isn't the diluc you know and loved.

"but diluc.. isn't this too much? your father... i know crepus's death is too much but, why can't you stay?" you whispered, cupping his cheeks. "what about our wedding? the life you and i planned after your bi–"

"my father died and you're seriously thinking about our wedding?!" diluc forces your hands away from his face, glaring at you. "why can't you understand that i'm trying to find out the truth on this delusion–"

"i do understand!" you yelled out. "i do understand that you want to do this for him but what about monstadt? the knights? what about your brother–"

"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER!" he yelled, lashing out at you as you screamed in surprise when you saw fire in front of you, immediately covering your face with your arms out of reflex.

you didn't notice how your lover's eyes widens on what he did,

you couldn't notice him, not when you're too focused on the huge burns on your arms.

"oh my god..." diluc murmurs, slowly taking a few steps back as he takes a look of what he did, ignoring the sudden presence of adelaide and elzer, who both gasped from the scene.

your eyes starts to water from the intense pain, trying not to cry out and scream your heart out in fear of making your lover feel regret. you could honestly care less on what diluc is doing, all you could think about was the intense burns from your arms.

suddenly, the door was slammed open by kaeya– who was wet from the rain outside.

"what the hell did you do to them?!" kaeya exclaims, running towards you with a shocked look on his face. "i'll take you to the cathedral alright? the sisters will heal you." he whispers, wiping off the tears from your face as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and takes you towards the doors.

before diluc could let out a word from his mouth, kaeya gives him a glare.

"you may hate me for what happened," kaeya says.

"but for celestia's sake, don't ever come to them or call them your lover ever again."

that was the last time you saw diluc.

you eventually find out from the chattering nuns that the man had already left monstadt with no news of when he'll return, causing everyone to pity you and for diluc about what happened.

you were thankful that no one except the nuns found out about the incident of your arms.

throughout your stay in the cathedral, you usually find kaeya beside you, keeping an eye on you with a concerned look on his face. you honestly couldn't imagine what would've happened if the man didn't storm inside dawn winery. would diluc actually try to help you later on and leave? would you have suffered more with your injuries as he stands by watching you in disbelief?

whatever outcome you could think of, your heart ached from them all.

would diluc stayed had he been the one who tries to take care of your injuries?

either way, you knew the man is no longer the one you fell in love with from those years ago.

as years grew by, so did your friendship with kaeya.

although it was awkward from the start, you eventually warmed up to the man who you thought is your enemy, feeling more comfortable with him than before.

the two of you started having careers by then, with you having a successful career whilst kaeya becomes the calvary captain of the knights of favonius.

although the two of you are busy, you agreed to always meet each other at night in angel's share, where you drink the night away and talk about anything that comes out of your minds.

there wasn't a day when you thought about diluc.

thankfully, your burns weren't too severe and is slowly fading away throughout the years. but that doesn't mean the memories you had from it disappeared as well.

ever since that dreadful night, you started having nightmares about the incident, always finding yourself sitting up from your bed with a scared look on your face.

you wished you didn't want to see diluc this way, but you honestly couldn't bare to face him if he ever comes back to the city.

you don't see him as a lover or a friend. all he is to you at this very moment is your nightmare.

your nightmares simply washes away when kaeya comes up in your mind.

whenever you think about your so-called destined enemy, you felt comforted and safe. it was understandable really! you were touched by how he took care of you regardless of you being his "enemy".

however... now that you could think about it, the calvary captain has a lot more common with you than diluc himself. the fact that his brother made you laugh a lot and supported you in many ways made you started thinking that maybe diluc really isn't your destined lover.

your heart skips a beat from the thought of kaeya being your true lover, the smile you wore never fading away.

perhaps when you're finally starting to move on from the relationship you had with diluc, maybe... just maybe, kaeya could be the one you've been hoping for.

you started to sleep more peacefully, excited for the future that awaits.

somewhere in the calvary captain's home, the man is dreaming and hoping of you too.

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asscandles · 3 years

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Greetings! I've read your works, and you're a great author! I saw that you were thinking about writing for Tokyo Revengers, and I wholeheartedly support that idea!!

I raise you this: g/n reader doing dumb shit with Baji

I personally would love to be besties with him. He's just so fucking stupid and I love him

LMAO I AGREE. the friendship would be top tier.

and thank you! your support really means a lot to me <3 i was a bit iffy on the idea, but writing this for you has helped me decide to see it through!

there’s a difference between you and baji. you have the mental capacity to understand that what you’re doing is not a good idea. you just don’t care. baji is a dumbass who has a faster and uncomfortably higher-pitched version of the wii theme song constantly playing on loop in his brain.

regardless, you’re two peas in a pod.

baji is that one friend that you can text at 3AM “lmao wanna make cereal in the middle of the road?” and he’ll be at your house in record time, dora bowl ready and fruit loops on hand, fully prepared to kick open your front door if you aren’t immediately ready to open it for him

“who is it?” bitch stop playing, you know who it is

highkey willing to push you around in an empty trash can on wheels. he gives you his motorcycle helmet, though, because safety first 😌 chifuyu will be standing around in the mall food court, scrolling through his contacts to track you two down, and you two will zoom past him, baji sprinting at full speed while you can barely see through the visor on his helmet but point the way anyway

he’s that friend that you can have a good laugh with--like a genuine, body-shaking, stomach-tightening laugh. but make no mistake. as the captain of the first division, he has to maintain his tough, violent demeanor in public, so he can’t go all out when he laughs out of fear that his close friendship with you will paint a target on your back. but behind closed doors or with his inner circle, he’ll let his guard drop

he’s that person that slaps whatever’s closest to him when he laughs. you both feed off each other’s chaotic energy until you’re both flinging your bodies around, stomping your feet, smacking at each other, laughter increasing in intensity until your eyes prick with tears and you both are wheezing silently

you and baji have definitely, absolutely, without a doubt been separated in every class you have together. and when i say separated, i mean you were moved to the front of the classroom, and baji was moved into the hallway, where you two couldn’t see each other

but on the rare occasion where baji is only moved to the back of the class, he seizes the opportunity to chuck erasers, pencils, and scraps of paper at you whenever the teacher’s back is turned. he’s a public disturbance, i know.

one day, you find yourself irritated with his antics, so you whip an eraser back at him. you nail him in the head, and he goes to slump dramatically on the floor, causing yet another interruption. but instead of smoothly slithering out of his seat and crumpling to the floor like he had planned to do, his shoe ended up snagging the leg of his desk, and his desk promptly tips over and crashes to the ground alongside him. you mistakenly bark out a laugh and immediately get sent to the principal’s office

like wtf 🧍🏽‍♀️

you guys have matching keychains that say “sexy” and “sexier.” baji never takes his off his keyring. however, one time, his keychain fell off in the middle of a parking lot brawl, and the scream he let out when someone accidentally stepped on it was of an astronomical volume.

his appearance at your house afterward was expected, especially since he’d been bragging about the tokyo manji gang’s certain victory prior to his departure, but the forlorn frown you were greeted with when you opened the door was most certainly not. the ponytail he usually showed up with had all but collapsed, glossy strands of onyx hair clung to the blood spattered on his face and even his clothes, and his knuckles were bruised and scraped raw.

at first, you were concerned that he had lost the fight. but when he abruptly shoved the broken keychain in your face, you simply laughed and patted his shoulder. the next day, you took it to a jeweler and had it repaired.

you’ll never forget the way his eyes sparkled with glee when you returned it to him, good as new

god spare chifuyu when he decides to ask someone out. you and baji are right there, stalking chifuyu and his future significant other. chifuyu can barely focus on the task at hand, because you two look absolutely ridiculous. baji’s wearing a wig, you’re dressed in baggy clothes, you’re both wearing plastic shades, you’re holding a frog umbrella, and neither of you can stop elbowing and hissing at each other to shut the fuck up. however, you both have the astounding ability to hit the deck or yank each other out of sight whenever chifuyu’s crush turns around to see wtf chifuyu keeps squinting at

pls chifuyu is so tired

chifuyu swears he can hear you and baji quietly singing the little mermaid’s “kiss the girl” in horrible imitations of sebastian’s voice, but he elects to ignore it in favor of his sanity

baji has definitely bitten you before

for example, you’ll just be vibing by yourself on a swing set and baji will spot you from the other side of the park and zero in on your bare arm like “it’s free real estate”

chifuyu once allowed you and baji to crash at his house while he had some business to take care of, but only on one condition. all you had to do was take the chicken out of the freezer and thaw it.

you two literally had one job.

that was it.

but you and baji totally forgot about it until you heard chifuyu’s voice bidding someone farewell from outside the house. abandoning the episode of the bachelor you two had been poking fun at, you two scrambled off the couch. baji accidentally elbowed you in the stomach, causing you to tumble over the back of the couch and hit the ground. all he offered was a wince and an unnecessarily loud “gah DAYUM” before he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you across the floor into the kitchen, insisting, “come on, we don’t have time for this!”

after bickering back and forth about what to do with the frozen chicken, you two utilized your shared half of a brain cell to reach the conclusion that the only option was to slap that bitch in the oven at the highest temperature

it’s safe to say that you and baji will not be allowed back in chifuyu’s house when he is not present

and… so, listen. baji loves you. he really does. you’re one of his closest friends.

but, if you screw with his yakisoba, you’ll catch those hands any hour of the day, any day of the week

mans doesn't play about his food

10/10 would recommend this friendship

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo manji gang #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers keisuke #tokyo revengers baji #baji tokyo revengers #baji headcanons #baji imagines #baji scenarios #keisuke baji #chifuyu headcanons #tokyo revengers chifuyu

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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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Checkmate (Part I)

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Request: "hey! i wanna request a paul imagine, maybe something about him leaving the reader in order to protect her from something happening in the area. rather than keeping her safe, it made them a target to the vampires (maybe Riley and victoria) and they attempt to change the reader in front of the pack and the Cullens to weaken them during the battle. thank you!" -Anon TW: Injuries (for now, I'll update it as part 2 comes out :)! ) A/N: I really actually liked writing this and it did take a bit out of me to think of a perfect scenario but this is what I thought would fit best! Please enjoy everyone :) feel free to comment too because I love interacting w ygs 😭

Paul Lahote x GN!reader

NOTE!: The prompt list that I had posted will be ending this Sunday so please send in your last votes and I will be adding the most popular to my list. However it doesn't mean I won't be posting other prompts too as I really do love a lot of them, the most popular will just have the priority first and followed swift by the second most popular, etc.

112 days, 16 months, 4 months. It's been 112 days since I've seen Paul.

His face no longer graces the halls. His stupid laughter doesn't reach my ears anymore, I don't see his stupid smirk whenever I blush anymore. It's frustrating just to see him go like that. Did I mean nothing to him? Was our friendship just a joke to him?

Thoughts raced in my mind as the road blurred. I huffed out a breath to see the window fog up before I saw the school entered my peripheral. I swung my backpack over my shoulder before whispering out a small goodbye to my mom. Walking to the school, the gloomy sky and wet pavement seemed to reflect my mood pretty well. Upon entering, I walked with my head down, speeding to history class. I dared not to spare another look at the halls that Paul and I used to walk through. Tears pricking my eyes at the mere thought before blinking them away. I needed to be strong, reminding myself.

The ringing bell prompted the arrival of my dull teacher.

Expecting a boring monologue from him again, I laid my head down trying to salvage what little sleep I could get.

"Hello class, before we go on with our scheduled program, we actually have someone new today!"

Intrigued, I lifted my head.

"Hi, I'm Riley and I just transferred here from a school a couple cities away, I hope that you all can treat me well." A pale rather young boy with chocolate hair, similar to that of Paul's, stood in front of the class smiling and waving.

He strode over to an empty table right next to me, ignoring the intense stare of the girls in the class. He smiled at me and waved, maybe this was a chance for a new friend. Maybe he was the remedy I needed for Paul.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," I said curtly before turning my attention back to the front.

"What's your name?" His chin resting on one arm while staring me down ignoring the droning voice of the teacher.

"U-uh-uhm my name is Y/N," stuttering due to the sudden question that popped on me.

The more I stared at his eyes, I noticed that those brown eyes looked, lifeless.

"Let's hang out today, that is if you're not busy?" Questioning me as he leaned closer promptly causing me to lean away more, I leaned away to make room.

Hesitation swarmed my mind, I was torn between getting fresh air for the first time in a while OR coming back to the comfort of my tear-stained sheets. Looking back at it, I should've just gone home.

"Sure, I'll be free for the most part. Just gotta be home before 8pm y'know, curfew." Chuckling nervously as I fiddled with my pen.

"Yeah no problem, we won't even be out for that long." He beamed before giving me an odd stare and turning his attention back to the board.

School passed by seamlessly, as I walked out of the school I saw Riley waiting by the stairs, right where Paul would wait for me.

"May I have the honor of taking this lovely person out somewhere?" He said jokingly as he took my hand with an equally charming smile plastered on.

"Why yes, you can Mr. Pillsbury," poking fun at his unnaturally pale skin. Finding it funny myself, I let out a giggle only to be met with a dead stare from him before he seemed to snap out of it. Weird.

I hopped in his car before being driven off to Port Angeles for a much-needed night.

We explored all that Port Angeles had to offer, movies, dinner, a small photo booth, and even a dress shop. The night sky filled with our laughter and stupid stories as we ran down the street.

For once in my life, I felt alive again. I felt like myself, not a husk anymore.

Driving home with the window down, the cool breeze whipped in my face prompting me to close my eyes for a moment. Opening my eyes again, red eyes seemed to stare back at mine decorated by pale red hair in the dashboard mirror. Reeling back from shock, the seatbelt tugged on me as I almost hit Riley on the arm whilst he was driving.

"Yoooo, chill out what's got you so freaked out?" He laughed before I readjusted myself in the seat.

"Nothing, just a bug." A curt response left my mouth, feeling my body tense up under the awkwardness.

After what seemed like hours, I noticed that we were in the middle of the woods, thick trees blocked my vision and the road that seemed to lay ahead.

"This is a shortcut but the road gets thinner here so we're gonna need to get off and walk," Riley said whilst unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.

I felt my stomach flip upside down as a wave of nausea washed over me, my gut told me to run and my gut was never wrong, ever.

I hopped out of the car slowly, seemingly walking with Riley while he was cracking jokes. Noticing my cautious demeanor, his face dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to me.

Rolling his eyes and cracking his neck, he stood there peering at my eyes, he reached towards his eyes before seemingly peeling his brown eyes off. He was wearing contacts this whole time, hiding the blood-red eyes under.

"This really would've been much easier if you were more gullible, sorry it has to be like this." He sighed before walking towards me at an alarming pace.

Turning around, I sprinted for the end of the treeline. My lungs burning while my muscles strained under my desire to run even faster. Weaving in between trees and ducking under branches, I hoped to lose him.

Seeing the lights up ahead, I sprinted towards it even though my lungs were pleading for me to stop. I checked behind me to not see Riley anywhere close before looking forward again. Red, red hair, red eyes, pale skin. I stopped dead in my tracks before turning right hoping to find an escape.

Riley stood there instead.

I turned left, the woman once again.

I was trapped. There was no way out.

"Well done Riley, I knew I could rely on you." A silky-soft voice spoke, I turned frantically towards the woman. Seeing her closer now, I noted her immense beauty, she looked like she hasn't aged, unnaturally young almost.

"Do you think this will really work Victoria? Will the mutt really come for her?" I whipped my head back again, bewildered by what he said. Mutt? Come for me?

"I think you have the wrong person, a mutt? come for me?" I questioned furiously thinking it was some sick joke.

"No, we're sure we have the right person, you'll just have to cooperate to make this easy and painless." The woman who I presumed to be Victoria, her red eyes eerily staring at me.

"Painless? what the fuck are you on lady, I'll call 911!" My voice rising as I threatened her hoping it would scare them off while waving my phone around.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance before holding me by the neck and hoisting me into the air causing the phone to fall out of my hands and be crushed. My legs flailed around as I fought for air, nails clawing at her hand in hopes she would let go.

"You really need to shut up," annoyed at my previous statement, "you know mouthing off won't get you anywhere in life right?" Scoffing before increasing the grip on my neck.

I gasped for air desperately before she dropped me to the floor, my knees hit the forest floor, gasping for air as the world around me spinning.

"I can smell their mutt stench from here, they're close Riley. Remember what I told you, kill that one mutt and we'll have free reign." Victoria lulled to him, her hands holding his face as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Gross.

I got up, attempting to make a dash for it once more before being knocked down again.

"Uh uh uh, not just yet little pawn. Be a bit more patient and I can dispose of you painlessly," her haunting laughter mocked my failed attempt at escape.

I whipped my head towards the forest as a snarl could be heard in the thick foliage. Yellow eyes peered through the thick trees as a pack of wolves trudged through.

My eyes widened at the sheer size they were, the size of a bear or even bigger. More and more came out of the woods, probably about 8 or so as they approached us.

"Took you long enough you horrid mutts," Riley sneered as he pinched his nose.

A dark silver wolf looked at me, its eyes were reminiscent of someone I knew. It seemed to know who I was, and deep down, I had a feeling I knew who it was too.

Feeling myself being hoisted into the air again, Victoria held me by my neck once more.

"One more step and I'll make sure your beloved here, dies." Laughing as the wolves seemingly understood her, backing off whilst still snarling.

"It's simple really, give us permission to be on this land and your love here, lives, or give us the Swan girl. A soul for a soul." She licked her lips as she finished her sentence. Goosebumps formed on me as she stared at me intently.

It clicked, this was a big game of chess to her. I was her pawn. Riley was a pawn too, he was played. We were disposable pieces and it was all falling into place.

Snapping out of my thoughts as a dark brown wolf stepped up a bit but my attention was soon turned away when I felt a sharp pain nearing my collarbone. She had snapped it with her bare hands. My collarbone was broken.

A horrid cry escaped my lips as I struggled to escape her grip.

"I told you, one more step and they die. I wasn't playing Black." Sneering as she seemingly got closer to my neck.

The mind-searing pain distracted me from the moment the black wolf pounced on her. I was dropped to the hard floor with a thud, the air being knocked out of me.

Tears streaked down my face from the pain and as I opened my eyes, the silver wolf was staring back at me, right in front of me.

Realization hit me.

"Paul?"

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lick-me-lennon22 · 3 years

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Your Beatle BFF Based On Your Beatle BF✌

(hello, everyone! :) sorry I haven't been posting much- a lot of my time has been taken up by family health and financial problems :/ however, that doesn't mean I've abandoned this blog!! posts may still be slower for the next while, but I'll try my best to stay active 🌟 thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your support ♡ it means the world to me 🌌)

Paul:

George

getting into a relationship with Paul was one of the best decisions of your life

you two are compatible, get along well, and are very happy with one another

you love Paul more than anyone else in your life- of course you do, he's your boyfriend after all

that being said.. we all know that he can be quite the drama queen

sometimes, when he gets a bit too huffy and prissy, you just feel the need to get away and relax drama-free...

that's where George comes in!

when those off days occur or you just need some mindless respite, George will always invite you to spend the afternoon with him-

chilling out on the couch, binge watching whatever new series he's been blabbing to you about, pigging out on every snack imaginable

after enough of these hangout sessions, you two have formed a strong bond and know things about one other that you wouldn't share with any of the other lads

you know you can always turn to George for honest advice, or even just for a midday movie marathon

he's become sort of a sweet, mellow older brother to you, and never hesistates to protect or defend you

John:

Ringo

you adore your boyfriend John and couldn't imagine spending your life with anyone else

however, it's fairly obvious that he can be.. overbearing a lot of the time, to put it nicely

when you and John have gotten into a squabble, he's had an outburst, or his jealous ways have gotten to you, you turn to your best friend Ringo to talk it out

he's an amazing listener and offers advice neither you nor John could have thought of, blinded by your frustration with one another

you, of course, assure Ringo that you'd return the favor if ever he needs a shoulder to cry on

he's also great at cheering you up and cooling you down after even the most heated of arguments

he'll spout off his trademark nonsense sentences just to take your mind off of your troubles and put a smile on your face

you two often play board games and card games together, along with some light chatter and many, many jokes and outlandish statements from Ringo

he never fails to lighten your mood, pick you up when you're down, and supply you with (more than) a few good laughs

George:

Paul

as head-over-heels as you are for your boyfriend George, he really loves his sleep

and I mean really- he'll sleep for 12 hours on some nights and still proceed to take a midday nap after inhaling his lunch

as frustrating as this can get sometimes, you've grown accustomed to it

a big help in dealing with George's... unconventional sleeping habits has been your ever-growing friendship with Paul

whenever George decides he's going to sleep half of the day away, you'll wander over to Paul's place or he'll come pick you up for a day of fun and laughter together

on some occasions, Paul will drive you into the city and you'll spend the day window shopping together

others will start and end with the two of you locked in an intense game of Go Fish, records playing softly in the background, the music drowned out by your lighthearted discourse

though George can get jealous of your close bond with Paul, he understands why you spend so much time with him, and he's secure in the knowledge that neither of you would ever betray his trust

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Ringo:

John

as much as you adore Ringo's humorous and compassionate nature- after all, that's one of the main reasons you chose him to be your partner- sometimes you want to be a bit cheeky and exchange a dirty joke or two

it's not that Ringo is completely pure and innocent; your raunchier jokes just tend to fly right over his head and he can't quite play off of them like John can

whenever you catch John standing around, tuning his guitar or having a smoke, you often tease and poke fun with one another in a way you can't with Ringo

John can keep a joke or conversation going like no other, and so his witty banter with you has become a common occurence

eventually you two began hanging out together casually:

listening to him jam out and generate ideas for new songs, watching a comedy movie together-

one time even baking banana bread with one another, which you proceeded to share with Ringo

(though he'd die before he admitted it aloud to anyone else, John enjoys cooking and is quite the baker)

you and John have forged a close bond and he feels protective of you now, as if you're the little sibling he never had growing up

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heytherejulietx · 4 years

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K. ~ Fred Weasley

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Notes - Hi! So this is my own entry to my writing challenge. I found this song literally yesterday and after listening to the lyrics I had to use it. Originally I was going to use the song Dear True Love by Sleeping At Last but when I heard this I had to write it. So yeah, I hope you enjoy it as mich as I do! Please leave some nice feedback, I’m a slut for validation.

Warnings - A few hot moments, though no actual smut.

Word count - 4.2k.

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I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back

We were sitting down in a restaurant waiting for the check

Fred couldn't really distinguish the line that was drawn between when he was friends with Y/N and when he first started liking her. They had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts; himself, George, and her. They were inseparable. The three did everything together, and the only time they really were apart was when they had to head off into their separate dormitories for the night. As they got older, Fred started to view her as more of a friend. Though if someone was to ask him when he started feeling that way, he couldn't give an answer. Fondness turned into adoration, friendliness turned into flirtatiousness, and friendship turned into a crush. Though Fred never did anything about it throughout his schooling years. He thought she didn't like him in that way, and whilst being bound in the agonising friend-zone hurt him, he respected her decision and just wanted to get happy.

Though, there was still never a day where he looked at her and didn't think she was beautiful. There was never a day when he didn't want to gather her in his arms and never let go of her. There was never a day where he didn't want to pull her closer by the belt-loops on her trousers and kiss her until they were breathless. Sometimes George teased him about how whipped he was, though instead of getting offended he just agreed. He most definitely was whipped, but he loved it.

When the twins had left Hogwarts to start up their shop, Y/N had remained at the school to finish off her year and complete her exams. And whilst the twins - but mostly Fred - missed her horribly for those months - on the day after the summer she'd finished school before, she turned up at the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, asking for a job. And since that point on, it was like they were at school again. They were inseparable. And Fred was more in love with her than ever before.

Though he had never felt more in love with her than he did one early Sunday morning. The shop was closed for some maintenance that was being done, so whilst George was snoozing in his apartment, Fred and Y/N had gone out for breakfast at a muggle café in London. They had already eaten all of their food and were waiting for the check so that they could leave. In that moment Y/N was laughing at something that Fred had said, and he just looked over at her with such adoration and love, only one thought going through his mind.

"I bloody love this woman."

We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached

But I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then

Fred could remember the night before that morning so clearly. He couldn't get it out of his head, the way she looked in his bed, clothes discarded over the bedroom floor and her hair splayed out over his pillow, whispering his name breathily as she pulled him impossibly closer. He would die a happy man if that was his last thought. She was just so beautiful, simply the thought of it made butterflies swirl in his stomach and a fond smile to sweep across his lips.

The night before hadn't been planned. At first she had just been coming over Fred's place for dinner as George was busy on his own date with Angelina, though the atmosphere between them was so different that night. Y/N kept shifting in her seat the whole dinner, and whenever they made eye contact, it was intense. Intense in a way that it had never been before. He couldn't remember what he had said to her, but after the dinner was over she flung herself at him mid-conversation and kissed him with a passion that he didn't realise she had.

"Please." She had whined through the kiss, both of them stumbling through the hallway towards Fred's bedroom. "Just tonight, Freddie. No strings attached."

And whilst the promise of no strings attached stung a little, the attraction and lust that had filled him in that moment was undeniable.

"Freddie?"

Fred looked back up and across the table at Y/N, pulling himself out of the love-driven trance that he had found himself in. When he met her gaze he pulled a half-smile onto his lips when looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, and seeing the way she was looking at him.

Oh.

She was looking at him the same way he looked at her multiple times a day. With such a fondness that his heart started racing in his chest and his palms became sweaty.

She liked him back.

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

Fred groaned as he rolled over in the bed and stretched his arm out for his lover, though felt nothing but pillows and the quilt, and not the beautiful girl who belonged there. He pat around the space another few times, just to make sure her frame really wasn't there, before pouting as he flipped over to lay on his back.

"Darling!" He groaned, and didn't miss the distinct giggle across the room from his lover. "Come back, I miss you too much. I can hear my heart breaking more and more with every moment that you're away."

"Stop being so dramatic, I'm just lighting a candle." She scoffed fondly, followed by the click of a lighter being lit.

"You left me to light a bloody candle?" Fred sat up and had to squint his eyes to see her in the dimly lit room. When he spotted her, stood on the other side of the room by their dresser with a now-lit candle, he couldn't help but smile despite the false annoyance he was trying to portray. She was stood there in just her underwear, her hair messy and a bit knotted, but to him she looked perfect. She caught his gaze across the room and sent him a wink, before shrugging her shoulders at his previously spoken statement.

"Hey, they smell nice. This is the one that reminds me of your mum's house." She explained with a soft smile as she put the lighter away in the top drawer of their dresser.

"Why? Because it's in an orange jar?" Fred joked with a small entertained smirk when he watched her roll her eyes.

"No." She giggled. "It smells like cinnamon, like her cooking whenever we go to visit them."

Fred watched as she approached the bed with the candle in her hand, and waited until she had put it down on their bedside table before he smirked and moved his arms around her waist, tugging her into the bed.

"Fred!" She squealed, laughing once he had rolled them so he was leaning over her, his legs bracketing hers as his hands moved down to her waist to start tickling her. She only laughed harder, the noise making him smile fondly as he kept running his fingers across her ribs, pushing away her hands that made a futile attempt at getting him to stop. He kept at it until he could see that she was running out of breath, despite still laughing loudly. In one fluid movement he caught each of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head against the pillow, his other hand resting on her hip, his thumb brushing along the waistband of her underwear.

"I hate you." She groaned, a slight giggle in her words at the ghosting of his tickles.

"No you dont." Fred smirked, looking down at her with a shit-eating grin. "You love me."

"Yeah, I guess I do." She sighed dramatically, just giggling when Fred had rolled his eyes at her dramatics.

"You guess?" Fred raised an eyebrow at her before lowering his head to her neck, leaving light kisses along the already marked skin. He felt her hands wiggle in his grip, though he kept her wrists pressed into the pillows.

"Mhm." She hummed, another quiet giggle leaving her lips.

Fred just smirked against her neck before tilting his head a little, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the base of her throat instead. He felt an especially smug feeling wash over him when he heard her breath catch in her throat once he'd lightly sucked on the exposed skin there, her hands wriggling again.

"Still guess so?" He asked smugly against her neck, being answered with a quiet whine instead of a sarcastic remark.

"Freddie." She whined, pulling against his hand. "Stop being such a tease."

Fred only chuckled, pulling back from her neck to lift his head and meet her lips with his instead, breathing in her exhale once she had sighed into his mouth. "Sorry, love." He muttered, releasing her wrists to rest his hands on her hips, feeling her's immediately find a place in his fiery locks. "Can't help myself."

And on the Lower East Side you're dancing with me now

And I'm taking pictures of you with flowers on the wall

One of her favourite things to do was dance. She danced all the time; when she was working, when she was cooking, when she was getting changed. She was always in such a good mood, it was astonishing to him that one person could hold so much happiness in them. Which was why it was so obvious to Fred when she was in a bad mood. She became very quiet, and almost drained.

Fred noticed this when he came home from work on one of the days she had off, and noticed her sat on the sofa with their cat Percy (Fred thought that naming their cat after his older brother was an absolutely hilarious idea, especially since Percy hated cats) still in her pyjamas, which was odd because even if she wasn't going anywhere she would still get dressed for the day.

She greeted him when he had come home, looking over at him as he took his shoes off with a small smile, and Fred could definitely tell that something was wrong when the smile didn't quite meet her eyes as it usually did.

"Hey, love." Fred said softly as he walked into the room, moving to crouch in front of her and gently took her hands. "Are you alright?"

Y/N sighed, shrugging as she looked down at their hands. "I had an argument with my mum this morning when she called. And we just never really argue a lot, so it kind of upset me a bit."

Fred frowned and let go of her hands to wrap his arms around her waist, standing with her so they could hug properly. "I'm sorry, darling." He said softly, leaving a kiss against her hairline as he held her tighter when feeling her grip on him tighten.

They kept stood like that for a while in silence, with Fred leaving kisses against whatever part of her he could reach as he gently rubbed her back, trying to offer whatever sort of comfort he could give her that would make her feel even just a little bit better. He noticed that as the minutes passed her grip on him subtly got looser and looser, until she was simply holding him normally.

After a few minutes Fred pulled away from the hug with a soft smile, and leaned down to her height so he could press a soft kiss against her lips, and couldn't help but feel a bit better when he felt her smile against his lips. When he'd pulled away she smiled at him softly and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, before returning to her spot on the sofa beside Percy, who was now asleep.

Though she still didn't look too happy, so after a moment of thought Fred smiled and moved across the room to their muggle CD player - an invention that she had introduced to him a few months back, and since then had loved it so much to be collecting muggle CDs of music that he liked. He found one of their favourite CDs to listen to together and put the disk in before he turned back towards Y/N as the music started floating across the room.

"Could you do me the honour of dancing with me, my love?" Fred bowed before her with one hand stretched out towards her, his words spoken in an over-the-top posh accent.

"Of course, my darling." She giggled, taking his hand and letting him pull her out of her seat to the middle of the room.

Fred's hands fell to rest on her waist as her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, the two of them swaying to the music together as they kept each other held close. Her head leaned to rest against his chest and she sighed softly, before Fred felt her relax against him. They danced for a while, long enough and peacefully enough for the rest of the world to blur away, and to just be left with the two of them there, the music a beautiful ambience in the background as the two swayed together lovingly.

"I love you, Freddie." She whispered softly, tilting her head to look at him with an expression that made him melt.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He leaned down to capture her soft lips with his own, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the simplest touch from her.

Once he had pulled away, he removed one of his hands from her waist and reached to take one of her's instead, his smile growing as he gently spun her twice. Y/N giggled as she spun, falling back into Fred's chest with a light laugh as her hand gently squeezed his. Their dancing soon became almost silly, with her trying to spin Fred a few times - which was only successful when Fred helped her out by ducking since he was a considerable amount taller than her - and Fred dipping Y/N whenever a song ended. They ended up dancing for so long that before they knew it the album had ended. At the end of the song Fred dipped Y/N which caused her to giggle and smile at him - an expression that always made him fall in love with her all over again. Instead of letting her back up he leaned down with her to kiss her instead, smiling against her lips when she had wrapped both arms around his shoulders to pull herself closer and deepen the kiss.

By the evening, when the light outside was a beautiful orange glow that cast an amazing light through their windows, they were both in the bedroom, wrapped up in each other's embrace underneath the sheets.

"Freddie." Y/N whispered, only getting a hum from the man who had his face pressed against the soft skin of her neck, his arms wrapped around her gently. "I need to get up, I'm staying at my sister's to help with the baby."

Fred groaned, holding onto her tighter which made her giggle as she lightly slapped his shoulder. "Come on, please? I can't be late, you know what she's like."

Fred sighed heavily though despite his reluctance to let her go he unwound his arms from her waist and rolled over, pouting when she had turned to look at him, whereas she just giggled quietly at his expression before getting out of bed.

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, love. We've got that double date with George and Angelina, remember?"

Though Fred wasn't really listening to her, instead his attention was her moving around the room to get her underwear, his eyes never leaving her body as she put them on. He sat up when she'd walked past the wall parallel to the window which had flowers painted over it, holding a hand up, despite her still only in her underwear. "Hold still for a moment."

"Fred, I really need to-"

"No no no, it'll only take a moment." Fred searched the draw of his bedside table for a moment before he smiled as he pulled out what he had been looking for - a polaroid camera. It had been a gift from one of their muggle friends the previous christmas, and Fred had been obsessed with it since they had gotten it. He took every opportunity to take a photo of her, and that was a lot of the time.

"Fred, I look awful." She groaned.

"Awfully gorgeous, my love, now stand still for a moment, will you?" He asked, smiling when she had sighed though leaned against the wall and kept still. He raised the camera to his eye, a fond smile crossing his lips at the beauty he was met with - the orange glow of the evening light casting over her exposed skin, making her look like an angel. "Beautiful." He complimented once he had snapped the picture, watching as it was printed at the top of the camera.

"Thank you." She smiled almost bashfully. "Can I get dressed now, love?"

Think I like you best when you're dressed in black from head to toe

Think I like you best when you're just with me

And no one else

Fred always thought she was beautiful. The word ugly or unattractive just wasn't in his vocabulary whenever she was around. Every outfit looked good on her, every colour looked good on her - though his favourite colour on her had to be black. To Fred, it was the colour that made her features stand out the most. It made her eyes seem brighter than ever before. It made her hair shine and almost glow whenever it was under any sort of light. It made every beauty mark and freckle stand out. It made him fall in love with her even more, if that were possible.

Though Y/N didn't always see that, and for the life of him Fred couldn't understand why. She was so beautiful and he thought that it was so obvious, but to her it wasn't.

"Freddie?" She had asked him once from their bedroom, whilst he had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. "Can you come in here for a moment? I need to ask you something."

Fred frowned, noticing almost a hint of nervousness in her voice, though he was almost stunned when he walked into the bedroom and saw what she was wearing. She was dressed in a vintage style button-down black dress, that had a neckline that dipped down low enough so that he could see her collarbones and the top part of her chest, and was short enough so that he could see above her knees to her mid-thigh.

"Do you think this looks alright?" She asked, looking at herself in their bedroom mirror, turning to different angles as she frowned at herself critically. "I got it for that party we're going on but I'm not too sure about it."

Fred shook his head, moving over to stand behind her and moved his arms around her waist, tucking her head underneath his chin as he met her gaze in the mirror. "You look beautiful, darling." He said softly, gently squeezing her in his hold. "You could never look anything less than gorgeous, okay?"

He watched as she smiled bashfully and nodded her head, looking at herself in the mirror again as she leaned against him. "Thank you, Freddie."

"It's no problem, love." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her neck as she closed her eyes and sighed in content.

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

Fred groaned as he collapsed back onto the bed, watching as Y/N moved across the room to light a few of the many candles she had collected over time. "You're not leaving me for those bloody candles again, are you?" He huffed, watching her, in nothing but her underwear, light the candles like he'd seen her do many times.

"Hey!" She whined, pouting as she turned to look down at him. "Candles are romantic. And they smell nice."

"I'm romantic and I smell nice, what's your point?" He asked with a small smirk, only getting a scoff in return. "Darling come back, I want you now." He groaned overdramatically, flopping back over the bed with a loud sigh.

"You have a left hand, don't you?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Use it if you're that impatient." She giggled when turning and seeing his bewildered expression, as he had definitely not expected that sentence to leave her mouth so casually.

"Okay, that's it." Fred moved to get up and crossed the bedroom to be standing behind her, before he wound his arms around her waist and picked her up.

"Fred!" She giggled the complaint as he carried her across the bedroom towards the bed. "No wait, I didn't finish lighting the candles!"

He simply ignored her and gently tossed her onto the bed, which caused her to laugh a lot harder as he got onto the bed and situated himself over her.

"Oh yeah, that's terribly romantic, Freddie." She teased with another giggle as she pushed some of his hair out of his eyes.

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, will you?"

And I'm kissing you lying in my room

Holding you until you fall asleep

Fred adored every single aspect of being with Y/N. He could spend the whole day in one of her hugs, or dancing with her, or even just talking with her. And maybe he was a little biased considering he loved her to the moon and back anyways, but everything about her just pulled him in deeper and deeper, like a siren leading a sailor into the deep dark waters. Though one of his favourite moments with her was probably when they shared lazy kisses, whether that was first thing in the morning or the last thing at night. If it was the latter, then that usually entailed after-sex kisses, which Fred adored as much as the sex itself. There was nothing better than soft and light kisses after deep and passionate ones had been shared.

Y/N sighed into Fred's mouth as he rolled them over so she was underneath him, peppering her flushed and sweaty skin with light kisses once he had pulled away, nothing in contrast to what he had previously been leaving against her skin.

"I love you." Fred whispered against her pink cheek, before tilting his head to capture her lips in a soft and gentle kiss, despite it's lightness, still managed to take Fred's breath away.

"I love you too." She smiled softly, and when Fred pulled away enough to look at her he could see her eyes were half closed, and he could see how tired she was.

In one careful movement Fred rolled off of her and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her smaller frame into his larger one so her back would be flush against his chest. He felt her body relax against his as he pulled the covers over the both of them, and tightened his arm around her waist subtly.

"Night Freddie." She whispered, her eyes closing when Fred had left a gentle kiss against her exposed shoulder.

"Goodnight, darling." He whispered, leaving another kiss against her skin before relaxing against the pillows, holding her until she fell asleep.

And it's just as good as I knew it would be

Stay with me I don't want you to leave

Fred often found himself staying up longer than Y/N, though he loved those moments he got to admire her beauty in it's rawest form. He thought she was absolutely stunning, inside and out, and really couldn't have asked for a better person to spend the rest of his life with. Of course, back in Hogwarts when he was crushing on her like crazy, he often imagined what it would be like to be with her intimately. He imagined late night walks by the lake, candlelit dinners, late nights up talking. He had thought at that moment in time that nothing could possibly be better than that. Though he was so so wrong, because the real thing was so much better. She was so much better than whatever version of her he had imagined. Sure, she was probably the best friend he could have asked for in Hogwarts, though her friendship was absolutely nothing compared to her love.

That was one of many reasons why in the bottom of Fred's bedside table was a small red velvet box in, with a small silver diamond ring in. He wanted her to be his forever and he wanted to be her's. He never wanted her to leave.

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Ahh I've always wanted to send a prompt. How about “Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” with some sleep intimacy. Can I just say I love you and your writing.

~Notes: 😭😭 OH KY GOD SUGAR!!! You are so beyond adorable! I love you to pieces! And I do not deserve such kindness💜😘😘 So I at first read this as sleek Becs i am an idiot... so honestly this is 4700 words of pure smut😳😌😌 but uts early morning so it’s stilly sleepy intimacy kvdjhj Thank you for the prompt! But if smut isn’t your jam plz lmk and I’ll write you something else😣😣😘💜

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If asked to choose his favorite feature of Remus’s, Sirius reckons he’d have a difficult time with it, like to a ridiculous degree. It could easily be the dimple that shows up right on the apple of his cheek when he sports that glowing, reluctantly amused smile that only appears after Sirius or James have hexed a Slytherin prat right in front of him, and not even his Prefect sensibilities prove strong enough to scold them for it. Or maybe it’s the splatter of freckles that dance on the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose right after summer hols, and he looks gloriously golden and it’s all Sirius can do not to kiss each one right in front of all the wizards congregated in nine and three quarters. Or maybe it’s simply the way he gnaws on his bottom lip whenever he’s thinking particularly hard on a subject— a habit usually reserved for potions lessons and when it’s a late night in the library and they’re both tucked away in a dark nook and Sirius has pushed Remus up against a bookshelf while stroking him in his trousers with intense precision. One corner of his mouth curled in challenge, dipping down to lick at that hollow on Remus’s long neck, tacitly reminding him that he best keep quiet lest Madam Pince has their heads on a couple of stakes she surely keeps beneath her desk for opportunities just like this.

Alright, if Sirius is being at all honest, it’s a frequently alternating list of all of Remus’s most splendid attributes, but at the moment, Sirius thinks there’s no question that in fact it’s Remus’s eyes that can ruin him with just a glance. His eyes that are a deep, vibrant green with flecks of amber that dance in their depths. Eyes that look like September, like the very start of their school term. Eyes that make Sirius think of the forest where Padfoot and Moony roam. Eyes that make Sirius think of fire lit common rooms and the taste of butterscotch on Remus’s lips, and such an overwhelming sensation of adoration that it could very well suffocate him if Sirius isn’t careful. It’s such a contrary color from the crisp and cool shades of emerald that accent the regality of 12 Grimmauld Place. Remus’s eyes are something warm and wonderful and where Sirius would gladly choose to get lost inside of for the next eon to come— Most especially if it’s a moment like this, with one of his hands knotted in Remus’s hair while the other one is busy thumbing small circles into his bare stomach. Where Remus is enthusiastically kissing Sirius back— fervent and famished and so fucking gorgeous— His arms loosely tangled around Sirius’s neck from where he’s lying beneath him, long legs bracketed on either side of Sirius’s narrow waist, and yeah, Sirius has always had three inches and two stone on Remus, but he often forgets that Remus’s lithe stature isn’t just for show— he’s got discrete strength beyond a normal wizard, and he chooses to fall under Sirius. Chooses Sirius who’s all hard edges and marble planes. He chooses Sirius simply on the merit that he’s him, and they’ve always been at least somewhat drawn to one another, even before either one of them really knew what it meant.

Sirius inwardly preens, presses more forcefully down against Remus and revels in the slight whimper Remus lets out just then, hands grappling Sirius’s broad shoulders just that bit tighter, keeping him close just that bit more desperately.

It’s remarkable.

The dormitory’s blessedly quiet this Saturday morning— James is off being a ponce on the quidditch field in preparations for their match against Slytherin in a couple weeks— the final one before they graduate and leave Hogwarts’ hallowed halls for the final time— And Peter had kindly buggered off after some not particularly well veiled threats waged by Sirius so he could get some alone time with his sodding boyfriend for Merlin’s sake. They have all morning to stay like this. Sirius can spend hours on end watching as the early light unspools in Remus’s hair— lacing into his curls and turning them a lovely tawny color— and he gets to revel in how Remus’s breath quickens every time Sirius bucks down and rubs their barely clad, already hard cocks against one another. And Sirius can whisper sweet nothings into Remus’s still sleep supple skin— sometimes filthy, and occasionally wicked, and always exultant— letting himself drown into the sounds that Remus moans out in turn, poetry if anyone were to ask him. And they don’t have to worry about nosey roommates or trying to keep quiet or staying inconspicuous from prying eyes that threaten to snatch this snapshot of bliss away from him.

If Sirius could stay in the slice of eternity for the rest of their days and beyond, he’d choose it every single time. And maybe that could be their future, their life after Hogwarts— far away from this looming war beginning to ravage their world as they know it, and divorced from the whispers of the Order that Dumbledore has created to fight against those barmy, blood crazed lunatics.

A future that’s normal and safe and glittering like the silvery film around their patronuses.

Remus would probably get a Muggle job, maybe in a University of some sort. Sirius always thought he’d make such a brilliant professor, make all the school kids mad with how he’s so brilliant and beautiful and compassionate. Sirius and James already know that they’ll both end up in the Ministry as Aurors, because of course that’s the job for a couple of dashing young lads such as themselves. He supposes by then Evans will have been convinced to stop the on again, off again nature of her relationship with dear Prongsie, but he knows that even if not she and Remus are as thick s thieves, she’ll never just let him get away from her friendship after graduation. So maybe she’ll come visit in their flat after her internship at St Mungo’s, and of course Pete is always terrified that if he doesn’t spend every waking minute with at least one of them that he’ll be forgotten, so he’d be there too. The five of them, bombastic and bright and babbling on a lazy weeknight with glasses of fire-whiskey and plates of take out and Remus perched securely into Sirius’s embrace, and everything being just as it should be. Something golden, something wonderful, something splendid.

But as he begins to nip at that point against Remus’s sharp collarbone that’s become his favorite through the duration of their nearly year and a half of dating, he wonders not for the first time if Remus has the same prospects— if he wants to spend countless mornings just like this and endless nights in a similar way, if he wants to pick up Sirius’s discarded socks and eat the dinners Sirius makes for them, if he wants to tumble so thoroughly with Sirius that they don’t even know where one begins and the other ends anymore. Sirius wonders if he wants any of that, or if Remus is planning to go back to Wales with his parents instead of taking up Sirius’s casually thrown around offers for him to stay in the London flat that Alphard had left Sirius along with the gold and the watch and all the expectations of doing better than the Black name has always meant.

And the possibility of that— the possibility of Remus not dreaming of the same forever as him— cuts Sirius to the quick, and he doesn’t let himself think about it, instead sits up on his forearms, so that he’s peering down at Remus now, and he cups the length of him over the cotton, squeezing to hear the melody of Remus’s gasp and grounds himself into the moment once more.

“You’re in a mood this morning,” Remus intones, more than a bit breathily while Sirius moves his hand to push beneath Remus’s pants from behind, cupping one of his cheeks for a good and proper squeeze.

“Mmm, careful, or else I’d think you don’t like this method of being woken up,” Sirius counters, feels himself preen at how Remus’s face dusts scarlet, though it doesn’t last long when Remus retaliates by tugging at his hair, beyond mulish looking at Sirius’s glee.

“You know, I do have to do some more research on that final paper for charms that Flitwick gave us,” he muses— the unrepentant tease.

“Are you sure of that,” Sirius asks, dipping back down to worry the skin of Remus’s earlobe between his teeth, while the pads of his fingers make a pedal soft trail to the cress of his arse, lighter than breath while he circles the small, tight entrance of him— just grazing around the hole with languid intent, occasionally dragging over the opening with a dry finger, never delving any deeper than that. And it gets it’s intended effect— namely, the balls of Remus’s heels pressing up against Sirius’s back, and him gasping out these guttural, maddening mewls as he tries to buck down, tries to finally get some penetration.

“Merlin, are you going to just tease me till those wankers get back, or will you finally fucking do something, Black.”

“I think I like keeping you on the edge, sweetheart.” Sirius retorts, punctuating the point with a small wiggle of the top of his pointer finger, the one now comfortably nestled inside of him.

“Absolute prat,” Remus fumes, though when he begins to try moving once more, Sirius stunts the action by lying his forearm against hiss lightly muscled stomach, pressing most of his weight there while he gives one final, goading push with his finger and drags his hand to instead rub against the expanse of Remus’s pale, thin thigh, wants to lap at the skin there but also doesn’t want Remus to win this little battle he’s waged— not yet at least.

“Well Maybe if you ask nicely?”

The twist of Remus’s features tells Sirius that he’s absolutely fuming, but also he won’t leave because he’s gagging for it just as much as him. “You’re the dog, if you don’t recall. Maybe I should make you beg to hump even my leg.”

“No need for such a wicked tongue, Moons,” Sirius sneers, hitches Remus’s legs higher on his waistline so that the head of his cock can graze at the concealed hole. “Just a please would suffice.”

Remus scoffs. “You’re mad.”

“I’m also very patient,” Sirius leers, begins thrusting only slightly, nudging at him and delighting in the flicker of emotions that flashes over Remus’s face— going from indignant to wanting to abashed and landing on a cool sort of resolve.

“Oi, if you’re all talk, I’m sure I can poke around in the library, see if Leon is still—“ The rest of Remus’s sentence is swallowed up by the frenzy of movement that clashes inharmoniously from one moment to the next. And suddenly Remus is lying flat on his front, with one of Sirius’s legs pressed unswervingly between his legs, an accioed bottle of lube in one of his hands while the other nearly tears Remus’s pants trying to drag them off.

“You’re such a little arse, Lupin.” He hisses, tossing the garnet to the side along with his own before he begins palming his prick with the Muggle lotion type substance Remus had brought along from after easter hols, when they had visited that brilliant little shop in Soho— and Sirius isn’t sure if he should be proud or simply smug at how it’s already emptied by half.

“You like how little my arse is, Black,” Remus retorts from where his head is now squeezed partially onto his pillow, punctuating the point with a small shake of his bum.

“Right, so that means I’d rather not think of the other plonkers who’ve seen it before I got my hands all over you,” Sirius snaps, not actually irritated— even if he hates the sight of Leon sodding Bennett more than anything else.

“It was just a joke,” Remus tells him, soft and sincere and away from that playful tone he was using from before.

“Yeah, you better have been,” Sirius says, but then dips down to kiss between Remus’s shoulder blades— to the left of where he’s got a hand spread across his back— just to assure him that he’s not actually upset.

“You’re brilliant you know. The best in every way, I hope you understand that,” Remus tells him, a bit quieter and a bit more reserved, in a voice that wavers only slightly with the nerves of the admission. “I’ve only ever been in love with you— And I know that it’s probably not the same, I know that you’ve had others and we’re only eighteen and—“

Sirius cuts him off with one single, quick smack against the width of his arse— an arse he can probably write a thousand sonnets and a million more odes about— and he returns to kneading at the muscle there. “Don’t be an idiot, Remus. You know I love you like mad, more than anything— you’re everything.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s good— Erm, I mean—“ Sirius can only see half of Remus’s face from this angle, and most of it is obscured by his curly fringe, but he can detect the pinkish flush feathering over his sharp cheekbone and the way he’s begun to gnaw on the end of his mouth, eyes half lit and hooded. And God, sometimes Sirius thinks that it’s the blind leading the blind with them as they dance along this precipice of the most precious thing either of them has ever held in their quivering grasps.

“Right convenient if you ask me,” Sirius says instead of something from the stream of soppy poetry he’s thinking about— the love sick lyrics dedicated to Remus and Remus alone. He doesn’t want to potentially fracture this single understanding that they’ve finally revealed to one another. Rather, Sirius scrapes another chunk of the slick, Muggle substance into his hand and cloaks himself completely before taking a bit of it against Remus’s arsehole, his insides melting like molasses once he feels the warmth of Remus cloaking him, the way Remus’s entrance is practically fluttering, practically trying to swallow Sirius whole.

“Oh, yeah— Just a bit more.”

“Shh, let me take care of you, Moony,” Sirius reproves with absolutely no heat, instead sounding more than a little horse as he adds another digit and watches as Remus expands beneath his touch, watches his long fingers being devoured by him— the bronze tan Sirius always sports during the warmer months melding into the pale patches of Remus that rarely sees sunlight— watches their jagged edges piecing together like a sacred tomb, and Sirius knows right then and there that he’d want to be lost in every facet of Remus for every eon to come, even when they’re nothing but cinders and ashes and wisps of starlight. He’d want this, he’d crave this. He’d always need this, need Remus in any way he’d take him.

“Oh— Sirius, please, right there.” Remus suddenly squawks, jolting forwards and grappling for either end of his fourposter’s wooden bars. “Pl— Please.”

Always beyond eager to watch his lover come undone, Sirius adds one final finger before crooking them inside of Remus, skimming the little nest of nerves found there, and repeating the action twice more before he hears Remus’s choked off demand, “Bloody hell, Sirius! Will you just give me what I want!”

“I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” Sirius absolutely beams, gingerly pulling out from his gaping and empty entrance so to lather himself one final time, kisses the freckle behind Remus’s left ear as he snakes a hand beneath his stomach to raise him up slightly. “Can you stay like this, baby.”

His arms still slightly shaking from when Sirius had been teasing his prostate, Remus nods resolutely, shuffling around so that he’s resting his chin on his forearms, and his back is arched so beautifully with his pert arse stretched back in an inviting fashion. “You just worry about making this last hour worth my time.”

Sirius sniffs, pats Remus’s behind with a tad bit more intensity than strictly needed. “You and that lip is gonna get the best of you one of these days, Moony.”

“Mmm, I’ll believe it when you actually begin proving as much,” Remus barbs, and God Sirius loves him so fucking much— feels his chest absolutely contract with the ferocity of it.

“Right, well, you just sit there, looking pretty. All right?” Sirius intones, cards a hand through Remus’s hair and tugs just slightly before letting go completely to adjust his position from behind him— both hands on either end of Remus’s waistline and his dick poking at his hole— and God the throbbing is becoming painful with how badly Sirius just wants to plunge inside, to fuck and pound and thrust into Remus until he hears his boyfriend— his partner— absolutely sing with pleasure. “You are beautiful, Remus, you know that, right? Know that I think you’re the most bloody gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen, that the scars just show how otherworldly you are?” Sirius emphasizes that final point by thumbing across the one skirting across the the side of his neck, stretching from the bottom of his ear and ending at the point of his collarbone. It’s the most prominent one, the only scar besides a scratch on his pinky that can’t be covered up by a trusty jumper or pair of corduroys. The one Remus is most sensitive about, and the one he probably hates nearly as much as the bite marring his inner thigh.

“Sirius, please. Just not now,” Remus implores, sounding like a blown out candle all of a sudden, and Sirius can’t have that. Doesn’t want him to feel anything close to shitty while they’re doing this, while he has him this way. So with an obedience he only has if Remus asks him for as much in his more cautious of cadences, Sirius clenches his jaw, and keeps the adoring words stuck to his teeth, and he distracts himself by finally moving forwards, and it’s like a blink of the eye wen suddenly everything around him goes hazy, feeling like a disillusionment charm has been cast with how everything feels intangible, floaty, feels unsubstantial in comparison to the hot, tight pressure of Remus wrapped around him, made all the more etherial by the sounds of Remus’s melodic moans and gorgeous gasps and the way he moves in tandem with Sirius, how he cants back to meet the electrical current of Sirius fucking into him.

And he isn’t sure who says what in the gargle of words being spilt between them, is pretty sure he’s saying something about how beautiful Remus always is for him and then Remus replying with something about Sirius giving more to him, giving him something harder, deeper, quicker, and then, somehow, Sirius has got both of remus’s wrists in his hand and he’s pressing them against the small of Remus’s back, and he’s slowing down, suddenly wants this to last so much longer, wants to keep Remus this pliant and open and uninhibited for him for just that bit more.

“Merlin, I love you,” he says, focussing on the sweat collecting into the divot of Remus’s pinched shoulder blades and leans down to lick over the spot. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Sirius! Sirius, I love you too! Please don’t stop, please.” Remus begs, canting back and twitching his fingers, obviously needing some sort of friction, though Sirius doesn’t think he’ll give it to him quite yet.

“What if I do though?” He asks, affecting an innocent tone while he slowly pulls out of Remus, pushing inside with shallow thrusts now, giving him hardly more than his tip. “What if I keep you like this, wait to see how long it takes you to come off of this alone, untouched. Just by my cock teasing you like this?” Remus makes another, strangled sort of noise deep in his throat, and he shutters in a way that convinces Sirius he’s not completely opposed to the offer. “You’d like that, yeah? You’d like me holding you down like this and watching you absolutely go feral? Go unraveled beneath me? Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even mind if I kept you like this for the rest of the morning. If I fucked you stupid and didn’t let you come even then. Just plug you up with that naughty toy we got from that Muggle shop when you visited me over Easter in London. Trap my spunk inside and just keep you nice and open until I decide to give it to you once again— drag you to a bathroom stall or an empty cupboard and fuck you senseless. Bloody hell, Remus, you probably wouldn’t even last a minute, hmm?”

Remus stays quiet, doesn’t unclench that taught muscle in his jaw, but his pupils are blown and he’s completely flushed, and Sirius is so thankful he can read the smallest nuances of him, loves knowing how absolutely wrecked just the idea of that has gotten his beautiful Moony, the side of him that no one else could ever see. The side of him hidden by his aloof exterior and measured words when around others. No one else gets to see this hauntingly beautiful, desperate little thing he becomes under Sirius’s hand, how he’s strung to vivid colors by Sirius mumbling such wicked contemplations into the expanse of his warm, golden skin.

“Are you going to answer, love,” he asks, with a lecherous sort of grin, pounding into him with a lack of delicateness from before, only twice, only enough to get Remus writhing again. “Do you not want that?”

Remus squeaks as the top of his head grazes against the headboard from the impact, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut while his thin lips fall open. “I reckon— Erm, I reckon that would be all right. Just to try.”

“My lovely academic, has to give everything a go,” Sirius crows, returns to thrusting measuredly in and out of him, kisses the nape of his neck with soft reverence. “But you know, we wouldn’t have to sneak around like that in only a couple weeks. We’ll be graduated,” he twists his hips slightly and presses down a bit more viciously than the slow paces probably would’ve entailed, and Remus quite literally groans at the feeling of it. “I’ll have that bloody huge flat, and you could be there too. We could spend every morning like this, Moony my love. We could christen every sodding room on the first day alone, and then I’d make you some of that veggie curry you like and you can sit there with an ice pack on your bum after I’m done with you.”

“Oh— Hah, you think you’ve got that sort of stamina,” is all Remus manages out in response, his features going tight with hunger when Sirius retorts with a staccato of uneven thrusts inside of him, stopping only when he feels the release willing up his own body, doesn’t think he’s ready to end this conversation quite yet.

“With you in one of my T-shirts and nothing else?” Sirius asks, watches the way Remus’s toes quite literally curl when he slides inside his used hole once more, shaking Remus slightly with how he moves and thrusts and squeezes his wrists hard enough to bruise. “I bet I could get it up an infinite amount of times! THere will be studies invoked for the phenomena of my cock, Moony. Potions inspired that’d never work, because they could never get it right when I tell them it’s the sight of you waiting for me looking wide eyed and teasing— waiting to be debauched— that’s got me so erect. I’ll be a household name, you watch.”

“You— Oh, oh. Yes like that please Sirius just a little more— Hah, you’re a madman.”

Sirius leers, does as told and grabs forcefully against Remus’s biceps and pounds him flat on the mattress, fucking into him and thrills with all the different noises he’s dragging out of Remus, the way he can’t even form words amidst his groan. “Then you best stay with me, who knows what a madman could do all on his lonesome.”

Just because he’s always been a bit sadistic, Sirius stops his graceless rutting, lies nearly entirely against Remus instead, tugging on the back of his curls so that he’s got a better view of Remus’s gaze. “Wha— Oh, yes, fuck yes you plonker. Of course I want to move in with you, just wanted you to ask properly instead of beating round the bloody bush!”

Sirius feels his brows hike up, absolutely gleeful. “You wanton little slag, you just wanted me to use my manners, eh?”

Remus huffs, looking beyond grouchy. “Yes, yes, and obviously, like the contrary bastard you are, you decide to actually do as much when I’d rather you be beating inside of me., but thus is my fate being stuck in love with such a wanker.”

Sirius can’t help but cackle at the incredibly cross expression Remus has got painted over his features, and he pecks a path down his temple and down to the dip of his shoulder muscles in apology. “You know I’m not one for subtleties, Moony.”

“Humph, well how’s this for subtle. Will you just ruddy fuck me and keep this discussion on the back burner for afterwards?”

Always eager to please his boyfriend, Sirius gently presses him back down on the sheets and rises only enough so to continue the easy rhythm between them, only increased by one of his hands circling Remus’s blazingly scarlet cock, pushing him through the loop of his fingers every time Sirius rocks harshly into him, going speedier and speedier with every choked out plea coming from Remus.

“What about this for a wanker?” He asks snidely, snapping forwards especially roughly, and twisting remus’s prick only slightly in turn, knows how much he enjoys the contrast of that.

“Yes— Yes, yes, yes Sirius! Just keep going, please, love, please. God, I love you. Holy fuck.”

And it’s not another thrust inside before Remus is spilling into Sirius’s palm and the contracted muscle pumps the orgasm out of Sirius himself.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Sirius groans in a voice that’s nearly completely faded, and totally pious, careful to move outside Remus’s overly sensitive hole, and still panting while he absentmindedly grabs for a spare vest. He mutters a labored aguamenti before he brings it to Remus’s behind and begins to dab gently at the skin there, smattered with lube and Sirius’s come and a good amount of wetness from his sweat.

“Oh,” Remus shakes, sucking in a breath and tensing at the sensation of the intrusion.

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you,” Sirius assures him gingerly, tossing it to the corner when he’s finished, and can’t help but kiss the small dimples found right against the skin that cups over his arse.

“The, mmm. The house elves, Sirius. They don’t deserve that to deal with.”

Sirius only barely manages to hold back the roll of his eyes at Remus’s tendency not to understand how much those buggers enjoy any and all cleaning. Merlin, leave it too Moony to feel bad about something that someone wants to do for him. “I’ll grab it later, promise. Bin it o whatever.”

Remus only replies with a soft sound of consent, letting himself be gathered into Sirius’s arms properly, his head cradled against Sirius’s chest and Sirius’s arms wrapped around him while he kisses the crown of his tawny curls.

“You want a kip then?” Sirius asks amusedly, feeling his own eyelids beginning to droop.

“Hmm, yeah. That’d be nice. Then we can talk about that hideously orange breakfast table you’ve got in the flat. I bloody well won’t be living in any proximity of that monstrosity, Padfoot.”

Sirius can’t help the laughter that spills out, and he agrees to the conversation but demands that Remus call Winifred by name, lest she gets her feelings hurt.

“Madman,” Remus reiterates, completely fond as he dozes off, and when Sirius feels the breaths falling out of Remus’s lips even out, he thinks that them nestled into one another like this might be the only salvation he ever wants to know, the only sensation he could ever crave— The only sunlit snapshot he ever needs for the rest of his days.

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merminns · 3 years

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The pain that comes with love

Armin Arlert x Reader

❧ Content/Warnings: fluff, angst, very very slight smut at the beginning

❧ Word count: 2.3k

❧ Notes: this is a repost from my old blog

It started out sweet; how he kissed you while his hands rested gently on your hips. The kiss channeled every word his lips failed to say. You felt so much love in the way he held you, the way his lips moved delicately against yours.

The pure emotions in the kiss had you melting in his arms, yet to him, it wasn't enough. His heart held so much adoration for you that it was impossible to express.

Slowly but surely the small kiss turned into a make-out session. Both of your breath growing shallower as you tried to take in as much as you could from each other. It felt as if his very soul was trying to become one with yours.

His grip on your hips tightened as his hips started to grind into yours emitting sweet moans from your lips that he was happy to swallow. He let out groans of his own when you returned the action, the friction between your bodies increasing. You had to pull away for oxygen after what felt like forever, your bodies stilling. Your forehead rested on his, eyes closed as you both regained your senses.

You didn't know what to make of the situation, it was obvious how you both felt for each other. It was blindingly obvious what you both wanted, yet was it right? To be here, sharing this moment with your friend's ex. How would she feel about it? Would she think you're the reason he broke up with her? Would this mark the end of your friendship with her?

One of Armin's hands moved from your hip to your cheek causing your eyes to open. He lifted your face gently urging your troubled eyes to meet his.

"What is it? Was that too much?"

His question surprised you, your eyes meeting his to see them full of concern. It made your heart clench; he stopped moving his hips the second you did. He didn't stop to calm himself like you did. He stopped because he thought you wanted to.

He wasn't going to push you to anything, he wasn't going to make you uncomfortable, not even after the raw emotions you just shared through the kiss.

You had been waiting for any reason to pull back, to get out of his arms and leave, forgetting this ever happened, for the sake of your friend.

The sincere concern he's showing, the way his body remained pressed against yours uncertainly, not knowing whether he should let go of you or pull you further into him, the way he poured his very being into that kiss, the kiss you were sure you'd never forget whether you decided to stay or leave. All of these were reasons that pulled you into him more, combining with the feelings you already hold for him.

It was too much. But not for the reasons he thought. It was too much because you loved that boy with every fiber of your being but there was a pang of undeniable guilt filling your heart whenever you thought of your friend.

You tried to keep your mixed emotions in check as you cast your eyes to the side, your friend's name leaving your lips in a whisper low enough for you to pretend you never said it, yet clear enough he was sure of what he heard.

It didn't take long for the realization to hit him, he suddenly understood what was troubling you, with your presence in his arms, he forgot about anything else he ever knew, but your whisper had been a slap grounding him back into the reality of your situation.

He took a tiny step back both hands now on each of your cheeks, turning your face towards his for your eyes to meet his again.

"I've been in love with you for a very long time," He said slowly making sure you understood every word he said, "long before I started dating her."

The confusion was clear on your face, if he loved you before dating your friend, then why was he dating her? Why didn't he say anything?

You were about to voice your questions but he beat you to it.

"I wanted to tell you, it drove me crazy every time I saw you walking through the hallways, but I never had enough courage," He paused, gauging your reaction to his words. Your eyes portrayed nothing but pure confusion. ‘Then why were you dating her?’ the only thought running through your mind.

"I knew you deserve someone so much better than me. I thought you'd never return my feelings. So, I decided I had to move on. That's when I met her and one thing led to the other." He paused for a breath, eyes still fixated on your widened ones.

"I didn't know you were friends at the time… I tried to ignore your presence whenever you were with her. I really tried to forget the feelings I had for you. " his eyes held nothing but the truth, thumbs caressing across your cheeks gently.

"I tried my best, but I couldn't lie to her anymore… I couldn't lie to myself anymore." He was panting as if the words were enough to draw his breath short and drain him off the energy.

His eyes never left yours. You felt the hands on your face tense slightly when he saw how your eyes started to water. Tears started to form in your eyes slowly as you tried to process his words. It dawned on you that you were, in fact, the reason Armin broke up with your friend. Not only that, but you were also the reason he got together with her in the first place.

He was dating your friend in an attempt to forget you, but he ended up leaving her struggling to forget him, yet you still stood here allowing his arms to hold you and his lips to move against yours.

It is true that you only developed these feelings for Armin when you got to spend time with him after he started dating your friend, but you never had any intention to act on them.

This was wrong. None of this should have happened. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have let him kiss you and most importantly you shouldn't have kissed him back, assuring him that his intense feelings were reciprocated.

Now neither of you would be able to pull back completely. Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the nearest chair, Armin kneeling in front of you. He kept drying away every tear that left your eyes, whispering sweet words to you trying to calm you down.

Maybe, you were slightly overreacting, but you couldn't help but get overwhelmed with the jumble of emotions you held in your heart, it was all too much for you.

Armin didn't dare speak again until you calmed down completely.

"She knows." Were the first words he spoke, and if you hadn't calmed down, the sheer shock they brought you would have been enough for you to forget how to cry at all.

"You told her?" The question left you in a whisper that earned a tiny nod from him.

"The night we broke up, I told her everything, " His eyes never lost the gentle look in them, his heart was breaking to see you like this, because of him, because of an awful situation that he unknowingly created.

He wanted to steal that pained expression away from your face, the one that appeared as you finally understood the odd behavior that your friend had towards you.

She had been pushing you away ever since the breakup, but then again she was pushing everyone away, right? You thought it was simply because she wanted to be alone after what happened. Could it be she only wanted to be away from you?

The thumb that moved gently across your cheek brought you back to reality. Your eyes focused on Armin's sky blue ones as he spoke again, voice as gentle as could be.

"I will never, ever pressure you into anything. I love you more than you can begin to imagine, but if you decide you don't want this… " His words disappeared as his voice broke slightly, tears forming in his own eyes. This was all it took for you to notice the slight shake of his hands. He wasn't as composed as he tried to be and it was showing.

He took a deep breath and started again.

"If you decide that you don't want me, then you can leave and we can forget that anything happened…"

You couldn't even remember what brought you here in the first place, what led to the kiss that tore you into a million pieces, leaving your soul bare in his arms.

You wanted to leave, to run from here straight up to your friend and cry on her shoulder, tell her that you love her, that you never meant to cause her that much pain.

You also wanted to stay, to throw yourself in Armin's arms and tell him you love him too. That you never want to leave him. Not for a second.

Your hand trembled as you moved them over the hand Armin was holding on your cheek.

"I love you too, Armin" Your hand caressed his slowly as your voice broke, tears running down your face again "but I don't know what to do."

"You should forget about me."

Saying these words shocked you would only explain a fraction of how they made you feel. What was even more shocking, was they weren't Armin's words.

You and Armin turned to the owner of the voice standing in the doorway. The door was only slightly open, the hallway dark outside the room, but you were both sure who the owner of the voice was.

"You two should forget about me," Your friend started again, a small smile adorning her face.

She didn't believe she was saying this, she too loved Armin, but when she looked at the two of you, tears running down your faces decorated with all of the pain and uncertainty you were feeling she knew, no love she has would ever compare to the pure feelings you both felt for one another. And she was the only thing standing in between.

"It hurts you know, to know that the person you love has feelings for someone else, " She took a deep breath, the sad smile never leaving her face "but it also hurts me to see you both like this."

She pushed the door open and walked in slowly holding a small bag in her arms.

"Sorry for creeping up on you like that, I only came here to return your stuff, " She said to Armin as she held the bag up.

After a few seconds of stunned silence she took a few steps into the room placing the bag on the ground before turning back to you, her eyes meeting with yours.

"You are the greatest friend I could have ever asked for… I'm hurt, but I'll never think of you any less because of this." The pain in her eyes was evident but it so was sincerity in her voice "We already broke up a while back… you can do whatever you want to do without thinking about me. "

And just like that, just as quickly as your friend had appeared inside the room, she turned around, leaving the both of you stunned, staring at where she was just standing.

After the shock of what happened wore off, your eyes found Armin's again. It was obvious your friend choose to sacrifice her happiness for yours. But something was off.

Her appearance so suddenly was weird and Armin seemed to think the same. You could have sworn the door of the room was not open when you first came here.

Armin stood from where he was kneeling, walking over to the bag your friend left in the middle of the room. After opening the bag and staring inside it for a few moments he turned back to you.

"It's empty… " Armin paused for a few seconds processing his thoughts "I didn't forget any of my belongings with her. She followed you here."

An almost inaudible gasp left you at the revelation. Your friend knew you were coming to Armin's room. She heard everything and decided to interfere to make sure that you don't let yourself lose your chance with Armin because of her.

Armin moved to sit on his bed, waiting for you to process everything. His eyes told you that you still can make the decision you wanted to. You could leave and both of you would forget any of this happened, or you could choose to stay.

After a few moments of silence, you moved out of your chair, Armin eyeing your every move in silence. You sat beside him on the bed, your arms wrapping shyly around the back of his neck.

The move your friend just made was making you feel guilty. This was a sacrifice on her side. But you felt like you could make your decision now without worrying about losing her.

It was true she was hurt, but she didn't blame you for it. And she certainly didn't hate you. It was true this was selfish of you, but you knew you'd never be able to live without Armin, without having your heart break a million times over.

She has guided you to which decision you should make.

As you pulled Armin towards you slowly, his hands moved over your arms settling on your cheeks.

The kiss you shared this time was shy, but it held a promise. A promise for a tomorrow where you would share plenty of kisses, each of them expressing an everlasting love.

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