#the crush scared me because it came out of no where and i didn't expect ofr it to happen

[hanjsquokka]

Rose-Colored Glasses - [ Lee Felix ]

🩷 SYNOPSIS : Falling in love with your best friend wasn't the greatest thing, especially when Felix was damn sure he wouldn't be able to survive without your presence if you walked out of his life. He kept his feelings hidden, tucked away to the farthest part of his mind so he could stay with you. But how long could he keep his emotions from the one person that knew him the most?

GENRE : fluff, best friends to lovers

PAIRING : lee felix × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : fluff, slightly suggestive, swearing

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I totally didn't drive my head through a wall to finish this. Writers block really hit me while writing this one, but I did it! Maybe not the best but I hope you guys like it <3 (part of valentines collab with @stayconnecteed )

Felix doesn't remember when the silly little crush on you started. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend. Your childlike innocence made him smile, it was like you saw the world through rose colored glasses. He doesn't remember when he started seeing you differently. Did he just wake up one day, a skip in his heart whenever he saw you doing literally anything? Or were these long suppressed feelings? Were they always there and he just chose to not acknowledge them for the sake of his friendship with you?

Felix damn well knew he wouldn't be able to live without you. He would rather lock up his feelings in a treasure chest and throw the key as far away as possible rather than face the fear of possibly losing you from his life. He needed you. For him, his bond with you ran much deeper than friendship. You anchored him to reality.

It happened very often, when he was supposed to be doing work and his mind drifted off and started replaying memories of you, over and over again like a broken cassette. That was when he realized something was wrong — friends weren't supposed to do that right? He thinks about the day he first met you. When you awkwardly stood in front of his apartment, shyly muttering that you heard that he was looking for a new roommate from his friend. He was skeptical at first — he didn't expect a completely random stranger to ask if he could share his house with them. But then again he never expected anything that came his way after that.

Maybe his feelings for you started when you dragged him to a bookstore. He watched you fawn over the shelves lined with all your favorite novels. He remembers laughing when you started piling books into your hand only to put them away a while later because you couldn't get them. You looked so upset but in the end, you were happy you got some that you liked. Those books were neatly shelved in your room, the crisp pages filled with annotations and colored post-it notes and highlighters. Felix once looked at a book laying on your desk when you asked him to bring your phone charger from your room. His curiosity got the best of him and he flipped to a page which was marked with a pink tab. Safe to say, he shut the book close with a red face and picked up your phone charger and left the room. Never was he going to ask why you were giggling over a book again.

“Felix!” Seungmin's angry voice snapped over the headset he was wearing. The bright red Game Over flashed across his computer screen, making Felix groan. “Felix! Are you even there? Are you getting hea —”

“God, no! Just shut up Seungmin!” His face flamed red, his freckles disappearing underneath the intense blush that took over his face from what his friend suggested. Even though he was wearing headphones, he was scared you heard what utter nonsense Seungmin was spouting — was it considered nonsense if Felix didn't actually mind it? — from your room where you were probably reading or making boards on Pinterest. And it was like you heard his thoughts when the doorknob twisted and the door swung open, concern all over your face that vanished the second your eyes drifted to the screen. A smile played across your tinted lips, trying to hold back your amusement so he wouldn't feel worse. “Don't tell me you heard that…”

“Your cry of defeat? Yeah, I'm pretty sure our neighbor heard you too.” You finally let out a chuckle, leaning against the doorway. Felix wished you hadn't, but during the course of your friendship, you've learnt that he was… not the most exceptional gamer at times. Even if you tried to play it off whenever his friends were over, Seungmin was always more than happy to remind you. “You should save up your yelling for tomorrow anyways.” Tomorrow? His mind hit blank. He tried to think of any possible occasion that was going to happen the next day which would require his voice. Nothing came to him so he sat there, dumbfounded as you giggled again at his clueless expression. “We're going to the amusement park… with your friends?”

His brain clicked a minute too late, his face lighting up as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. He snapped his finger. “You're right.” Their amusement park plan was all Seungmin could talk about whenever they met up in person. Felix himself was also excited but nervous at the same time because him and roller-coasters never got along. The last time he went, he passed out on one — much to the amusement of his other friend Chan. He enjoyed going there, but he definitely did not enjoy the high rides.

How was he going to live down the embarrassment of screaming like a kid in front of you?

Felix got his answer the next day when their group of four set foot in the theme park, the sounds of happy screams (and fearful ones) and lively music blasting in all directions along with the smell of authentic carnival food filled his nose. The entire one hour car ride, his wonderful best friend — not you — had been going over the itinerary for the day. No one was paying much attention except you. Chan was busy driving and Felix was trying to keep himself from blushing because you were sitting next to him. He was a naturally affectionate person, so he never minded spontaneous hugs or lingering touches. But with you recently, he was starting to feel particularly antsy if you held his hand to drag him to the store next door, or if you hugged him out of nowhere. He couldn't help his face from breaking out into a huge grin, letting his nose breathe in the sweet smell of your shampoo mixed in with his cologne.

Living together with your crush who's also your closest friend could be a nightmare to some, including Felix. While he loved spending time with you, he couldn't help but let his emotions control his actions. It was a risky gamble, what would happen if you found out and you hated him? He couldn't handle that. It was better for him to try and keep his thoughts at bay and continue his relationship with you as it is. The past two years of his life were probably the best two years. He doesn't understand how he made it through life without you right there, right next to him.

The sound of your laughter made him turn towards you. The sun was reflecting off your heart-shaped, tinted sunglasses but your smile was far brighter to him. Chan was handing you a big swirl of cotton candy that the stall owner let him make. It looked deformed, but you were over the moon as you took it into your hands. You were dressed in denim shorts with sparkly gems stuck in a design he couldn't make out paired with a white shirt that he got you for Christmas which read Too Sexy for This Shirt. It was a gag gift, he'd actually gotten you a purse you'd been fawning over, but you seemed to like the shirt more. Christmas morning — the very first Christmas Felix spent with you since you both went home for the holidays the year prior — you laughed so hard your face turned red and you were clutching your stomach. It was nice seeing you smile, especially after you went through a pretty nasty breakup a week before.

He saw red when you told him that the guy you were dating called it quits because you were too much for him. How could someone ever be too much? Especially when that someone was you. You were… amazing. Another realization he had then — he was slowly falling in love with you. Felix knew he would never ever do anything to cause you so much pain because seeing you in pain caused him pain. It physically hurt him to see you shed a tear over some useless man that didn't understand he lost the best thing he had.

The day flew by quickly. Felix was sure they'd been on every single ride in the entire park twice. He was also sure he would have a sore throat the next day from all the screaming. The roller-coasters were actually more fun than he remembered. Sure, he might've felt like the car would come loose and fly off the track when they were at the highest point, waiting to plummet down. But he enjoyed it a lot. The adrenaline brought him out of his constant zoning out. Maybe his heart leaped out of his chest when you held his hand when the four of you were on the drop tower, you eyes shut close as the surroundings zipped closer in a flash before it came to a halt. But he liked the thrill.

“I think I left my stomach up there somewhere.” Chan laughed, knees wobbling as they got off of the ride.

“You were the one who wanted to go!” Felix exclaimed, too tired to protest further and nearly collapsed onto the nearest park bench they found.

“It was fun though.” You said, resting your elbows on the table to prop your face up. The evening sky created a different kind of glow around you. Felix was enamored by the way the colorful fairy lights danced in your eyes. “What?” You asked once you caught him staring at you for a minute too long.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, a shy smile automatically forming on his face.

Seungmin placed fresh water bottles on the table. “Rest up. This is the best time to go on the ferris wheel.”

Felix liked going on ferris wheels. Although they were way up high, it didn't feel like his heart would jump out of his throat any second. What he didn't like was Seungmin shoving him and you into a car which closed behind him with a loud click. He stumbled as the car jolted forward. He sent a glare towards his friend but it was of no use. He was stuck. In a ferris wheel. With you. It wasn't technically a bad thing except you were sitting face to face as you rose higher and higher above the ground. His blond hair was flying in his face, but it was nice.

“It's so beautiful up here.” You murmured. He hummed in agreement, but he wasn't looking at the lights on the ground or the setting sun that cast the world in a hue of orange and pink. He was looking at you. You met his eyes, a blush taking over your face. “You're looking at me.”

Perhaps it was all the adrenaline that was coursing through him or maybe he had one too many sodas to keep his energy levels up, but something in him made him say, “Obviously. You are really beautiful.” He was elated to see that your blush only darkened, almost the same color as the glasses sitting on top of your head.

“Where's all this coming from?” You asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

His throat dried up. The car stopped, making him lean even closer to you as he stumbled out of balance. A blush that could rival yours creeped up onto his face. “It's always been there…” The carnival music and the crowd noises died down. All he could hear was his own heartbeat, thumping in his chest. The words he wanted to tell you were on the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out.

“What is it Felix?” You asked in a soft tone, a reassuring smile accompanying it to let him know that it was okay to speak his mind. “You can tell me anything.”

“I…” His voice caught in his throat. He looked out into the horizon before his gaze settled back onto you. “I like you, Y/n.”

“I like you too Felix —”

“More than a friend.” He added. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your eyes widening in shock, your mouth slightly agape. “I like you a lot.” He said again. Now that he blurted out the words, he was on a roll. “The world seems so much brighter with you around, Y/n, I can't explain it but… you're my rose-colored glasses. When I'm with you, everything seems better.”

There was a long moment of silence. He felt like he ruined his entire life. So many thoughts were running through his head, of how he would deny it or play it off — anything to make everything go back to normal. But you hit pause on all his thoughts when you captured his lips in the sweetest kiss imaginable. He was frozen for a second before his eyes fluttered close and he melted into the kiss. His heart was tap dancing in his rib cage but he could care less. All that was important in this moment was you. And your soft lips on his. When you pulled away, the world seemed more vivid than it was before. You both broke into quiet giggles.

“I guess that means you like me too?” He asked with a raised brow even though he knew the answer.

“That's why I kissed you.”

“I don't know…” He teased, making both of you laugh again. “Maybe I just need more convincing?”

“Is that so?” You chuckled before leaning in to kiss him again. Felix smiled into the kiss and pulled you close. He was going to have to thank Seungmin later for pushing him into the car with you.

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#stray kids #skz #lee felix x reader #lee felix #felix #skz felix #felix fluff #felix imagines #felix stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz scenarios #lee yongbok #( 🎤 ⸻ events / valentines collab ) #( 🎤 ⸻ my works / lee felix )

[fvllingflower]

Mr.Boss

pairing: boss!joshua, afab!reader

genre: romance, smut

warning: making out, boob play, nipple play, oral (m!receiving, f!receiving), hickeys, restraints, mentions of alcohol, riding, unprotected sex (stay safe!), a few tears, a little aftercare.

song recommendation: midas touch by kiss of life

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Joshua and you worked at the same company together. You were his secretary and he was the boss. You've always had a tiny crush on him but would never admit to it.

One day, Joshua called you into his office cause he needed to talk to you about something important. You felt scared because you didn't know what he was gonna talk about...

"Y/N have a seat" He smiled. You sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

"Why did you call me here, Mr.Hong" You fidget with your hands.

"I don't know how to word this probably..." He chuckled.

"Would you like to go on a date?" He bluntly spoke.

"Oh-" Your eyes widened.

"You- you don't have to because I'm your boss, I was just curious..." He rambled.

"It's okay" You smiled, trying to calm the man.

"So will you go on a date? Just one?" He pleaded.

"I will" You smiled.

"Really?!" He seemed surprised.

"Yes, really" You giggled.

"Oh o- okay I'll pick you up on Friday at 8, does that sound good?" He asked.

"That's sounds wonderful" You couldn't stop smiling.

Friday came and you were getting ready. You put on a nice red sun dress and wore some light makeup. You heard a knock on your apartment and you knew if was him. You put your shoes on and opened the door.

"Hi" You smiled. You saw Joshua holding some flowers.

"Hi... you look beautiful" He handed you the flowers.

"These are for you by the way" He seemed so shy and nervous. You accepted the flowers.

"Oh thank you" You held the flowers.

"You can come in, I'm going to put these in some water" You walked back inside your house and he followed behind you.

"You seem very trustworthy of someone you hardly know" He joked.

"Well you're my boss, I know you somewhat" You grabbed a vase and filled it with water.

"Yeah..." His voice faded.

"Can we pretend for tonight that I'm not your boss?" He asked. You were trimming the flower stems down.

"Uh yeah sure" You smiled. You put the flowers in the vase.

"Where do you think I should put these?" You walked over to him with the vase of flowers.

"Mmm you could put them on your coffee table" He suggested. You played the flowers on the coffee table.

"That looks wonderful" You smiled at him.

"Also you did a great job at picking the flowers, these are beautiful" He smiled at your compliment.

"Not as beautiful as you" He winked.

You two left your apartment and went out to a nice restaurant. You were enjoying his company and felt comfortable with him. He seemed to warm up to you and became more flirtatious as the night went on. The date went better than you expected. You two went on some more dates in the following month until Joshua finally decided he was ready.

You two were in your house watching a movie and cuddled up with each other. He paused the movie causing you to look at him confused.

"I wanted to ask you something important" He sat up and held your hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked nervously.

"I- yes, yes I will!" You sounded so excited. You hugged him tightly. He kissed your cheek and smiled. Suddenly something came to your brain and you pulled away from him.

"What- what's wrong?" He seemed nervous again.

"Are we allowed to date? I mean you're my boss after all" You asked curiously.

"Ah..." He looked away from you.

"No, we aren't allowed..." He spoke quietly. You nodded and put your hand on his chin and lifted his head to look at you.

"Then I guess it's best we keep this a secret mm" You smiled.

"Are you serious? You're still gonna be my girlfriend despite the rules?" He looked surprised.

"Yes I'm serious" You chuckled softly.

"Those rules are stupid anyways, we just can't get caught, okay" He nodded.

"Got it" You leaned in and kissed him softly. He kissed you back, and then smiled once you two broke the kiss.

"Thank you for being my girlfriend" You couldn't help but laugh softly.

"You don't need to thank me for that, baby" You kissed his cheek.

"I'm your baby?" He smiled.

"Yes you are" You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Mm then I guess you're my love" He kissed your nose.

Some more months passed and there was a company party at work. Everyone was in a big ballroom, everyone was dressed nice and neat. And oh god, Joshua looked so hot in that tux... Of course, he usually wears a suit, but for some reason, today he's looks even hotter than normal.

You really didn't want to be at this party. You found it quite stupid, actually. But you do love a good dress up. You were wearing a tight black dress that hugged all your curves and made you irresistible. You decided to pass time you'd go to the bar and get a little drunk.

The party was coming to an end and one by one people were leaving. Joshua found you at the bar and noticed the smell of alcohol on you. He sat on the stool next to you. You looked over at him. You were tipsy, maybe five more drinks, and you'd be done for.

"How much did you drink?" He asked.

"Not.. that.. much" You collected your words.

"Mm sure" He smiled. What Joshua didn't know is that you were trying to hold back all the dirty things you wanted to say to him.

"You're so handsome" You mumbled. He chuckled.

"Thank you, and you're so beautiful" He smiled. He got up off the chair and paid your tab.

"Come on, let me take you home" He helped you get down from the stool and held onto you, making sure you wouldn't fall. He wasn't sure how drunk you were. He got you to his car and opened the passenger door for you.

"Beauty first" He flirted. You got in the car and put your seat belt on. He walked over to the driver side and got in. The minute that door shut, you let all the dirty things spill from your mouth.

"God you in that suit turns me on" You groaned. He looked at you, shocked at what you said.

"Wanna fuck you so bad" He blushed at your words.

"Okay love that's eno-"

"Need your dick inside me, need to feel you" You cut him off. He turned the key and started driving you home, having to listen to your dirty thoughts.

"How long have you been holding back these thoughts?" He suddenly asked.

"Mm all night" You mumbled. You grabbed his free hand and snuck it between your thigh to feel your soaked panties.

"That's what you do to me" He looked to see where is hand was to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He sighed and started rubbing his fingers against your clothed cunt.

"Mmm Shua" You whined.

He got to your apartment complex and he took you to your apartment and you dragged him inside. He helped you take your heels off as he took his shoes off. You pulled him closer to you by the top of his pants.

"Love?" He smirked.

"Wanna do all the dirty fantasies to you" You whispered.

"Mm do you now?" He started rubbing the back of your arm.

"Please" You begged. That was enough to compel him.

"Do it, let those fantasies become reality" You grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.

You two continued kissing endlessly and slowly backed up into your bedroom. He shut the door behind him. You two remained standing as you made out. His hands began exploring your body, until they rested on your tits. He started squeezing your tits as you fought with his mouth. You started to whimper into his mouth. You pulled away from him and pushed him onto your bed. You climbed on top of him and began kissing and marking his neck. While doing that your hands were on the mission of unbuttoning his shirt. You got the shirt unbuttoned and pulled it off of him. You got off of him and walked over to your closet to get something.

"What are you doing, love?" He called out.

"Don't worry about it, just lay higher up on the bed for me" You replied. He listened to you. He laid closer to the bedframe. You walked back over to him with some handcuffs.

"Love?" He looked at you.

"Mm?" You climbed back on top of him.

"What is your pretty mind thinking?" You grabbed one arm of his and handcuffed it to one side of the bedframe and then repeated the action to the other arm.

"Mm how pretty you look, cuffed up like this" You smiled with satisfaction.

"God you're gonna be the death of me" He smiled. You kissed his lips passionately and then bit his bottom lip and he groaned into your mouth. You went back to kissing his collarbone, leaving more hickeys.

"My pretty boy" You whispered against his skin.

"Mmm all yours" Joshua was enjoying the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You got to his chest and started kissing every inch of it, even his pecs. Your kisses got closer and closer to his nipple until you had your mouth on his sensitive bud. You started nipping at it with your teeth. You were enjoying his groans from this action. You kissed your way over to the other bud and nipped at his nipple. You were sitting directly on his dick and you could feel him slowly get hard from your actions. You went back to kissing and marking more of his stomach and chest. You finally decided to unbutton and unzip his pants and pull them off along with his boxers. You stood there and admired his naked form.

"Fuck... you're so hot" You could feel your panties get even more soaked.

You got in between his legs and started messing with his dick. You started by touching the base. He was already sensitive and tried blocking you.

"Block me again, and I cuff your ankles too" You spoke sternly, and that made him even harder.

He relaxed his body when he suddenly felt your hand around his dick. Your other hand went to massage his balls as you were stroking his dick. You enjoyed the sound of his pretty moans. You finally decided to go down on him. You removed your hand from his dick and replaced it with your mouth. You heard him gasp when he felt your mouth on him. You started bobbing your head, taking as much of his thick cock as you could. He kept pulling at the restraints, you knew he wanted to push your head further. Your hollowed cheeks, saliva falling out your mouth and tears streaming down your face was such a pretty sight for him. You made a pop sound when you pulled him out of your mouth and went to lick him up from his base to his tip, like he's a lollipop. You massaged his balls as you continued to fuck him with your mouth.

"Oh fuck- darling I'm gonna-" He kept moaning. He released in your mouth and swallowed him up like a delicious drink. He was panting when you pulled your head off his dick. You looked at his flushed face.

"Wanna... wanna taste you" He panted.

"Catch your breath first, then I'll let you get a taste" You smiled, seeing your effect on him. You started kissing his body as you waited for him to calm down. He finally stopped panting and you looked up at him.

"You ready?" You smirked.

"So ready" He smiled. You got up and stripped your dress and panties off. You hovered above his face.

"Sit on my face" He begged.

He didn't have to ask you twice. You sat on his face and he quickly went to work. He started licking your clit, making you moan softly. You kept your eyes on him as he made out with your pussy. He started nipping at your folds. Your hands flew to his hair as you moaned some more. You kept pulling his hair, making him groan into your pussy. He kept licking and sucking away at you. All the pleasure making you start to grind your hips on his face which only increased the pleasure. You knew how much he wanted to touch you but you couldn't cave in to him.

"Shua" You moaned. You felt so high off the of his mouth. You kept moaning softly as he continued fucking you with his mouth.

"Gonna- gonna cum" You warned through more moans. You ended up reaching your high and made a mess in his mouth. You pulled yourself off of him and looked at his messy face. You laughed softly.

"I made a mess, huh?" You grabbed a wash cloth to clean his face.

"I like my woman messy" He winked at you. You threw the cloth on the floor and got back on top of him and started sucking on his neck again.

"Take the damn bra off... please" You looked up at him and smirked.

"What if I don't?" You kept that shitty smirk.

"Please, my love... need your tits" He whined. You chuckled and unclasped your bra and threw it on the floor with everything else.

"Better?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Mm much better" He admired your tits and your naked body on top of his.

"Can I touch?" He whined.

"Maybe during round 2" You smirked.

"Please my love... need your tits so bad... need them in my face" He begged some more.

"Starting to think my boobs is your favorite thing about me" You teased.

"It's on the top 3 of favorite things about you" He smiled.

You put your chest closer to his face, putting your boobs in his face. He started kissing your chest, and then his kisses got closer to your nipple. He started licking your nipple. He kept licking, and then he suddenly sucked on your nipple. You gripped his hair, pushing him closer to your tits. He started biting at your nipple, making you moan softly. He moved his mouth over to your other boob and repeated his pleasure. As he continued those actions, he could feel your soaking pussy against his stomach which only turned him on even more. He finally stopped having the time of his life with your boobs.

You moved back on his lap, this time sitting with his dick inside you. You adjusted to his thick cock before moving. Joshua was just enjoying the feeling of your warm walls. You started bouncing on his dick. The sound of skin slapping filling the room. You started grinding your hips to get more friction. You switched between those two methods until Joshua decided to start thrusting his hips to help reach your pleasure. He thrusted hard as you bounced on his dick. You two moaning filthy things. With every thrust, he made sure you were balls deep on him. He wanted to hit your sweet spot and that he did. You were getting closer and closer until you couldn't hold back and made a a sticky mess on him. You laid on his chest as you kept your ass in the air so he could continue having fun with your hole. It didn't take much more until he came inside of you, filling you to the brim.

You lifted your hips and let his dick slip out of your hole. You laid on his chest as you two tried catching your breath. Once you calmed down enough, you took the handcuffs off his wrists and kissed the tension away on his wrists. You laid back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He laid you on the bed and washed you up with the washcloth that was on the floor. You two both felt too tired to put clothes on. You went back to laying on his chest as he held you close.

"This wasn't how I expected the night to end but I'm not complaining" He chuckled. He moved some of your hair out of your face.

"You're so beautiful" He caressed your back. He kissed your cheek gently.

"So do you usually handcuff your partners or?" He asked with a smiled on his face.

"You were the first guy I handcuffed" You admitted.

"Well you looked very hot when being dominant" He kissed your cheek again.

"Mmm" You smiled.

"You didn't take it was too much?" You asked and lifted your head to look at him

"No... I quite liked it" He rubbed your back. You nodded and rested your head back on his chest.

"What are my employees going to say about these hickeys?" He chuckled.

"They'll know that you belong to someone" You mumbled.

"So me in a suit is a turn on for you?" He suddenly asked.

"Mm yeah... you look so sexy in a suit so hard to resist you at work, you know?" You had your eyes shut as you were taking in his touch.

"Mmm is that so?" He smiled.

"Yeah" You felt his hands wonder onto your ass and rubbed it gently.

"Well then...." He kissed your head.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" He smiled at you.

"Mhm" You nodded.

"You do know that? Mm good" He kissed your cheek.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #joshua scenarios #joshua x reader #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #joshua hong

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

Your writing is so enthralling, I hang on to every word! I loved the Lucifer and Alastor pieces with the touch starved reader. ^.^

Can you do like a hurt/comfort to fluff oneshot with Husk? Mutual pining with him and fem!reader. Husk doesn't think he's good enough so he pushes her away even though she makes her feelings obvious. Maybe the group goes out somewhere for a "bonding" exercise and reader gets hit on and the lovable grumpy cat gets jealous and is kind of mean to her because he doesn't know how to deal with all these feelings. Reader is confused and maybe confronts him about it and it leads to him finally confessing?

Ahhhh I love this guy.

Also take your time with this, I know life can be chaotic so there's no rush. Thank youuu!

omg thank you so so much!!! you are seriously so kind. i'm thrilled that you enjoyed those fics though!

I can totally do a fic about husk! i love the pushing away but also him getting jealous? ummm yes. that is amazing. the conflict and the inevitable yearning and then ending in a confession?? this has my heart.

warnings: cursing

"hello husky. how's your night going?" you ask, sliding up to the bar as husk was working. he barely spares you a glance, but you see a slight smile.

"it was great until you came up, getting ready to ask for some stupid fuckin' drink." husk glares at you, no malice behind it. causing you to laugh as you sat down.

"you know me so well husky! i heard lucifer talk about some appletini he drinks?" you say, leaning on your right hand. "could you make me one?" you bat your eyelashes a few times at him and he huffs a laugh.

"an appletini... what happened to appreciating the liquor?" he asked. this caused you to laugh.

"appreciating liquor? husk, you drink absolute shit, like the cheapest stuff to get drunk off of." you roll your eyes and adjust your body so you were sitting with your legs crossed. "i'm not sure you can talk about liquor appreciation."

"i'm a bartender. i can appreciate, i just have a preference." he muttered, sliding over an appletini. you took a sip and hummed appreciatively. you turned to charlie approaching you, and started in a conversation. not noticing how husk was now cleaning the glasses facing you, watching how you were so lively and vibrant. his mind whispering to him how he didn't even deserve to look in your direction. he was abrasive, and downright horrible. he had no redeeming qualities about him, he felt like his crush on you was almost like it was tainting you.

your laughter brought him out of his thoughts as he finished up shining the glasses. his mind steeled in resolve. he didn't deserve you, so he would distance himself from you. he owed it to you, you deserved to have a happy life and to be redeemed. he didn't want to hold you back.

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this is how husk's distance and avoidance started. he'd stand on the opposite side of the group if they were doing an activity, the farthest distance he could muster from you. if he wasn't working and he was in a room before you, he'd find an excuse to leave the room when you walked in. he was polite when you would go up to the bar, but it wasn't the same.

you couldn't pin point why husk started acting like this. there was no reason in your mind, and you had even asked alastor if something was wrong. his response of not seeing anything wrong and that husk was doing his job was as unhelpful as you expected.

did you go up to husk though and ask him what was wrong? no, of course not! there was something that felt taboo in doing so. like it was crossing a line that you didn't know was there. you weren't sure where that had come from, whether is was husk's distance or perhaps this boundary was enacted by your own mind, because you were scared. scared to know the real reason on why husk started to distance himself.

it was all brought to an end when the group went out to do a group bonding exercise, that charlie had said was to ensure that they were a real team.

you sighed as you got ready for a game of what looked like flag football but mixed with dodgeball. you didn't really pay attention to the rules as you were confused in the first part of the explanation. you were taken out of your thoughts when a sinner came up to you and started talking to you, asking what you were doing. you took it as an opportunity to talk up the hotel.

as you were talking, you saw the sinner getting more uncomfortable looking until he ran off. you looked confused and shrugged, not seeing that husk had been glaring at the sinner the whole time. you turned and realized the teams had been decided already. you walked over to your side and realized you were on the same team with husk.

"at least we're on the same team, huh?" you asked. husk just nodded at you and was watching the ball that the other team had. you frowned as charlie blew a whistle, signaling the start of the game. the ball was thrown and you jumped to grab it. you caught the ball but lost your balance and let go of the ball, the other team continued playing it, and you looked at charlie.

"can they do that?" you asked.

"yup!" she nodded. "good catch though!"

"not good enough. hold the damn ball next time." husk muttered walking past and toward angel and nifty fighting for the ball. you looked shocked, as did charlie.

"what's gotten into him?" she asked you. you shrugged and started walking toward the others. as the game progressed so did husk's insults toward you. finally, at an intermission, you saw husk walk back to the hotel, getting a drink as the rest of the patrons were drinking the gatorade charlie had in a cooler. you followed husk and sat at the bar as he was rummaging through a cabinet and grabbed a similar bottle to the one he had before, this one just full. he jumped seeing you there, until his expression grew dark.

"what do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"to know why you're being such a jerk." you said coldly. a look of barely contained anger on your face.

"that's just me. get used to it." he said, trying to walk away.

"no, it's not." you said grabbing his hand and stopping him from leaving. "that's not you. what's going on? did i do something?" you ask, trying to understand.

"no you didn't. this is just me, because you don't fuckin' know me. so leave me alone." husk says, ripping his arm from your grasp.

"no!" you yell running and then standing in front of him blocking the door. "what did i do that has made you act so awful to me. please. allow me to at least apologize for it." you say, pleading. he finally looks at you, actually looks at you. your eyes widen as you see hurt in his eyes, but anger.

"you want to know what you did?" he asks, his voice sharp. you nod. "you..." he stops. you reach for him and he moves out of your grasp, turning from you. "you made me care."

" what?" you ask, confused.

"you deserve someone who is more than me. more than the shitty things i've done. you deserve someone who can take care of you and isn't on a psychopath's leash." he whispers. "you deserve more than me, but i want nothing but you."

"you... you like me?" you walk closer to husk, hesitating before reaching for his forearm to try and turn him to you.

"yes. i have. for a while." he mutters. your eyes widen.

"you're an idiot." you tell him as you look at him. he looks at you angry and you speak before he can take what you said the wrong way. "i like you too. for a while." his eyes widen in understanding and you see a blush cross his cheeks.

"oh." he mutters, not looking at you.

"'oh' is right." you laugh gently. "i just didn't think you would see me like that or else i would have told you."

"we're both idiots." husk laughs and wraps his arms around your waist.

"we are, but we're idiots together. right?" you ask a bit hesitantly.

"idiots together." husk confirms, his clawed hand reaching up and caressing your face and drawing you into him.

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[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Hi. Can you do one with Amber x fem reader x Tara, pls?

Where the three of them are dating for months.

Wes started to bully the r and he told her to stay away from Tara (because we all know that he like her) but once Wes take it too far w the bullying and the r ended up at the hospital w a broken leg.

The only one who knows about the r being at the hospital was Chad (he's the r best friend). The r didn't told anything to her gfs because she was scared of them being mad about not telling them about the bullying from Wes.

Idk something cute like Amber or Tara picking her up and carrying the r around the school or classes while the other one is pushing the wheelchair. But noticing that something was off w the r when Wes returned to their friend's group (like they're all sitting at the lunch table at school and when the reader notices that Wes was coming, she scoots away panicking from Tara)

When Amber and Tara find out the truth they decided to confront Wes.

Idk something cute at the end?

“Pssst nerd.” You faced the front of your class trying your best not to pay her any attention. “Psssssssssst.”

“Miss Freeman is there a problem?” The teacher drawled.

“Actually yes Mr.Lewis my girlfriend isn’t paying any attention to me.” She smirked. The class laughed right as the bell rang making the teacher groan in annoyance.

“Read chapter 7 for the quiz next week. Amber since it’s the end of the class and the school day I will let you off with a warning. Please refrain from disturbing my class for your girlfriend…again.”

The dark haired girl smirked once more before picking up your book bag and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello love.” She whispered softly making you grin.

You glanced to see the teacher not paying attention and gave the girl a soft kiss on the lips.

“Did you really have to interrupt class to say hi?” She shrugged cheesing.

“Don’t know guess you’ll have to find out next class.”

You both laugh heading down the hall to meet up with the rest of the group. Ambers usual scowl coming back on as she glared at anyone looking her way. You both came to a shop at the door groaning as you saw Tara still in her seat next to Wes. Your annoyance towards the teacher for not releasing class yet and Ambers towards the bleach blonde who was leaning too close to Tara.

“Mommy’s boy really needs to take a hint.” You side eye Amber warily knowing her temper can sometimes get the best of her. You grabbed one of her hands running soft circles on the back making the girls tense posture relax. The door was slammed open as students began to run out. Tara stopping in front of you and Amber dimples on display as she smiled at the sight of you.

“Hey babe.” Amber leaned down giving the girl a kiss before she turned towards you brown eyes shining.

“Hi baby.” She stood slightly on her toes kissing you making Wes scowl. Everyone knew of the boys not so secret crush on Tara and his delusion of her someday developing feelings for him. It was actually thanks to him that Tara had given you a chance.

The smaller girl was wary of you at first. She felt you were too quiet at times and slightly intimidating but one day Wes got too close after school when Amber wasn’t around so you’d stepped in getting her away from him just in time. She found herself drawn to your soft nature and asked to hang out after school. It was during some random movie that she gathered the courage to kiss you. Her girlfriend was in the kitchen when she did so and when she’d come back out you’d gotten the opposite of what was expected. With a quiet “Thank God” Amber had pulled you in by the collar of your shirt and kissed you too.

This was 4 months ago and still going strong your relationship was better than those around you and was quite the scandal around school. Your friends hadn’t been as accepting but luckily Amber and Tara’s group welcomed you with open arms all except Wes who had little choice in the matter.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Mindy who’d looped her arms around yours and Ambers necks.

“Movie night at our house you guys in?” You both looked down to Tara. In public it may have seemed you both were in charge but the truth of the matter was that Tara word was law for the three of you. She knew how to calm you both down, always found a solution to any problem and she had you both wrapped around her finger. She nodded slightly making the both of you turn back to Mindy.

“Sounds good.” Mindy nodded running towards her car.

“BRING LIQUOR AND NOTHING CHEAP!” You all laughed as you went to the nearest liquor store.

Three movies endless junk food and a few bottles of cheap wine, you stumbled to the bathroom. Amber was too busy arguing with Mindy to notice you slip away as Tara’s head rested on her shoulder eyes shut as she’d slowly fallen asleep.

You had just finished washing your hands when you went to exit the bathroom a familiar head of hair coming into view.

“Oh sorry Wes-“

“You guys are fucking freaks you know that?” His words were slurred most likely due to the four bottles of beer he’d chugged earlier.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me your relationship is nothing more than some weird experiment. Tara deserves an actual relationship with one person.” You laughed moving past him.

“You’re drunk Wes go home.” He shakes his head scowling as you go back to your girlfriends. He watched as you sat on the couch stroking Tara’s hair as she curls into you ambers arm also around her sometimes placing light kisses on her forehead or cheeks. He felt his anger grow as she’d open her eyes and look to the both of you in adoration.

It was disgusting.

On Monday you had gone to school as normal only Tara had a dentist appointment this time and Amber went to take her. You were heading to your next class when you felt a harsh shove. You stumbled down the steps people moving aside so they wouldn’t fall with you. A harsh snap following making everyone gasp and stare as you cried out in pain. Your eyes were clouded with tears but you knew you’m saw bleach blonde tips in the crowd. A small smirk on the boys lips. It was as you were being loaded on the gurney that he faked a look of concern before leaning in close to whisper.

“Stay away from Tara.” When he’d pulled away the picture perfect look of innocence.

“Feel better Y/n!”

Asshole.

You were on the hospital bed being pumped full of morphine when your best friend Chad came in.

“Holy shit” He ran up to hug you, being mindful of the IV. “Are you ok?”

You stared at him.

“Right dumb question. What happened?”

“Chad..” you took a shuddering breath in. “Wes pushed me. He did this.”

Chad looked doubtful. “Wes?”

You nod. “Last weekend at your place he was talking shit and I didn’t take him serious but he doesn’t like my relationship with Tara.”

Chad still looked skeptical. “I don’t know Y/N Wes is a goodie two shoes I can’t see him pushing you on purpose, plus his mom is the sheriff.”

You clenched your jaw knowing this would get you nowhere. Amber stormed in with Tara trailing behind her.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Are you ok?”

You smiled slightly at the sight of your girlfriends. It fell the minute you caught sight of him with the rest of your friend group. You’d turned your cheek when Tara went to kiss you. Making it seem like you were just in pain. The two fussed over you as the rest of the group stayed to talk for a bit. Mindy was the first to sign the temporary cast as Liv followed suit adding her own “personal touch” (she’d found stickers at the gift shop downstairs)

When you were released the two girls refused to let you leave their sights. Amber more protective than usual and Tara was extremely attentive it both wanted your heart and gave you anxiety. They’d each taken turns pushing you in a wheelchair around their houses. They’d both insisted that crutches would make it more difficult for them to cuddle you. At home Amber would lift you upstairs and get ready for bed the two girls on each side of you. Tara cooked breakfast and tried showing extra affection becoming slightly disheartened each time you seemed to distance yourself from her. Amber had taken notice too when she’d given you affection there was no issue but you now flinch at the slightest touch from Tara. The smaller girl looked to her other girlfriend for guidance but neither knew what to make of it.

It was your first day back at school during lunch that Amber had realized the possible reason for your odd behavior.

You were all at the table eating and laughing when Wes had come to join. You already had been somewhat distant with Tara but you seemed to curl into yourself whenever the boy was involved. Your usual witty remarks became less and less, you were becoming even quieter than when they’d first met you.

You scooted slightly away from the brunette and began to pick at your food not speaking unless spoken to directly. Amber got closer to you.

“Babe are you not hungry?” You shrug as Tara overhears.

She places a hand on your thigh gently. You go to move but Amber holds you in place. She watches your eyes shoot to Wes, to Iess observant eyes everything would seem normal but she saw the way Wes’ eyebrows furrowed in anger and the fear in yours.

That night they’d taken you to Tara’s you’d asked if you could sleep alone. Amber and Tara were slightly hurt but respected your space just downstairs if you needed anything.

“It’s not you.” The freckled girl looked to her girlfriend confused. “Y/n still loves you, I think Wes might have something to do with her behavior.”

Tara blanched. Wes? Sweet quiet Wes who does nothing but love his mom and play video games. She thought back to see if he’d had any changes in behavior. He had seemed more confident around her always getting slightly closer than usual whenever Y/N was around and when they were alone he was a lot more open with his flirting. She nodded.

“We need proof.” Amber sighed.

“I have an idea that none of us will like.”

.

Tara was home mentally preparing herself as Amber hid in the closet. She had texted Wes to come over as she needed to talk to him.

Not five minutes later the doorbell rang.

“Hey Tara are you ok?” The girl took a deep breath remembering the speech her and Amber had come up with.

“No it’s Y/N I don’t think she loves me anymore.” Wes almost smiled but quickly put his hands on Tara’s shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful and sweet If she can’t see that she doe No sn’t deserve you. Neither does Amber.”

Amber huffed out a breath quietly.

Fucking weasel.

“I just feel like ever since she fell she’s changed. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

“I see you Tara I’ve always seen you.” The boy leaned in making Tara push him gently back.

“Wes I’m still in a relationship.” He sighed out angrily.

“Tara can’t you see I’m better for you? Were meant to be together, we have the same classes, the same interests, that’s why I pushed her she was in our way.”

“I’m still with Amber too.”

“Amber is an asshole she can have Y/n and she’ll be fine. You just have to give us a chance Tara.” He went to kiss her again not stopping when she’d lean away.

“Wes Stop!”

Amber had enough she went to grab the boy from Tara before punching him.

You awoke to the noise and began to climb down the stairs carefully and quietly. You’d kept a knife by your bedside as would any sane person who lived in Woodsboro.

“Son of a bitch!” The boy began to fight back tackling Amber into the kitchen. Tara yelled at him to stop once more. He’d thrown Amber against the counter top and back handed Tara who fell to the floor. The was a harsh stabbing sound followed by a gasp.

Tara looked to see you holding a knife in the boys shoulder he’d gone to attack again but Amber had stabbed him in his lower abdomen to slow him down. Pulling out before stabbing him again he’d shoved you harshly making you fall and lose your grip on your weapon. Tara grabbed the fallen knife and got the final blow to his chest as he’d gone to stab Amber.

“Do you see me now Wes?”

His body fell to the floor blood pooling between the three of you. You each scanned the other to make sure you were alright. You grabbed Tara’s face in your hands placing a soft kiss before doing the same to Amber.

Tara placed her forehead against yours one hand gripping Amber as she looked at Wes.

“No one will take you away from me.”

Her dark eyes shot to yours and Tara’s.

“No one.”

I hope you liked it 😅😭

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[aromantic-diaries]

In honor of the first ever aromantic visibility day I dedided to share my own story

A lot of the time I talk about how I should have known earlier but I guess we can say no one really told me anything. For as long as I can remember I never understood the way people fell in love. As a small kid I thought marriage was just a milestone that everyone had to reach in order to start a family and everyone just picked out a person they liked. A lot of the boys in kindergarten had crushes on me for whatever reason but I didn't really care, none of them ever caught my eye. I was focused on my best friend

The overwhelming presence of romance in the media never failed to annoy me. Why are all the songs about love? I complained about this and my friends shut me down. Why is everyone so obsessed with shipping? I guess I don't get it. Romance is everywhere and I was sick of it

When I was about 10 I randomly decided it was time to develop a crush. So I looked around and picked out a random boy that I previously had no interest in and decided I liked him. It was nothing more than a few daydreams and sometimes we spoke to eachother but I never pursued him. One time we talked about dreams and he told me about how cool it was whenever he'd have dreams about stealing cars and influenced by him I had a dream where I stole a car. I forgot about this brief crush and later I looked back and realised I never really liked him

Me and my best friend stayed in touch for a long time. Throughout our friendship she had a lot of crushes which she would get really invested in. I never did. I listened to her go on and on about whatever boy she liked while thinking about how I've never been in love. I didn't want to fall in love but some part of me wondered what it was like. I assumed that I'd grow into it one day and someone special would come into my life and I'd finally fall in love. The years went by and anytime I had any potential crush I hated the idea of it and ignored it until I forgot.

I was about 12 when I first started questioning my sexuality. For the longest time I believed I was straight but then the thought of liking girls came up. I was scared of this idea but I couldn't help but wonder if I was a lesbian, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself I liked boys. But I didn't really like girls besides thinking they were pretty. Then I learned about bisexuality. It made sense to me and I was relieved that I didn't have to choose after all. What followed was a long internal struggle of self acceptance, then I came out to a few of my friends and the idea of bisexuality became central to my identity, regardless of the fact that I had never actually been attracted to a boy or a girl in my life.

I was 13 going on 14 when I thought it finally happened and that I had fallen in love. With whom? My best friend that I had known for my whole life. It just made sense because she had always been there for me, she had been my closest friend for ten years. At first I was infatuated with this idea but later on it became a burden and I just wanted to get over it. Eventually I told her and as I should have expected, she didn't feel the same way. I didn't try to push her to like me. The rejection hurt and for a long time I couldn't get over it but I let the idea go. But was I really in love with her or was she just the most important person in my life? I never wanted more than what we already had. Regardless, this was the closest I ever got to being in love

By this time I was already on tumblr and making friends online. A little while after my heartbreak I made friends with three people who shared my interests. To cut a long story short, two of the people in the group both admitted to shipping me and the other person, which struck me pretty suddenly but we both played along with it. I started wondering if I actually liked them and after a short while they confessed and I said I liked them too, so we started dating. It was actually a really pleasant relationship but throughout it I couldn't help but feel like I was leading him on or lying. Usually I'd either act way too flirty with him as if I was exaggerating, or I just spoke to them like they were my best friend rather than my romantic partner. I liked him a lot but not romantically.

I eventually learned the term 'aromantic'. I didn't really think it could ever be me. Surely I wasn't. Even though I related to an awful lot of what aros on tumblr talked about, I remained in denial. Over and over I told myself I'm not aromantic, I've always wanted romance, right?

As I got older the idea of romance became less and less appealing. I used to like it but eventually I started to feel put off by the very idea of it. I thought a lot about things I had learned in the aromantic community and began to realise that I didn't quite understand the difference between romantic and platonic love. Was romance really that great? Was I just afraid of being vulnerable? Or did I just convince myself that I even felt romantic attraction because I was afraid that if I didn't, I would be left out or incomplete. I remembered just how disinterested I was when I was younger. That surely would have meant I was aromantic, right? I reminded myself of all the "crushes" I had and that I was in a romantic relationship, and still it didn't feel right. But I didn't want to admit it. It came up again and again over the years but despite that I never wanted to think about it.

Cut to one night before my 17th birthday. I'm still scrolling mindlessly, even though my brain is barely awake. I should go to sleep. Then out of nowhere it comes up again, I'm too tired to filter my thoughts. What if I am aromantic after all? I can't be. I'm just about to jump to my alibis when another thought crosses my mind. What if I tried to think it over without trying to disprove it? I give it a shot and the more I think about it the more it makes sense. Oh god. I jump onto discord and start rambling about it in the vent channel of a server I'm in. It all makes so much sense. I go to bed

The next day. I am now 17 and since I don't have plans I go out to buy myself a birthday present with the money I received. I have a lot of time to myself and I think about last night, now awake. It all makes sense. Everything that felt odd before now adds up perfectly. Then the guilt kicks in. I have to tell my partner. I feel awful, but I decide that I would rather be honest and potentially hurt them than keep up a lie and feel even more guilty. I finally spill it and though surprised, they're accepthing. Suddenly everything feels amazing and I'm so overjoyed I almost forget it's my birthday. I come out on tumblr and I make an aro bracelet that I start wearing every day.

And so life goes on. It took me a while to fully accept myself but I got to learn a lot about myself and eventually I was no longer mourning the fact that I don't feel romantic attraction. Some people are very understanding and supportive, others don't quite get it, but I'm happy. One day I decided to start a sideblog for sharing my thoughts and feelings about aromanticism, and that's how we got aromantic-diaries. At first it didn't get much attention but it's gathered a following in the past months which never fails to make me happy because it's absolutely amazing to see that I can be a source of comfort for people like me

So there's my story! If you read it all the way through, hi! I hope you're having a great day today!

#aro #aromantic

[ashwhowrites]

eddie x reader where they’re best friends but the reader confesses her feelings and eddie doesn’t reciprocate. they pull apart from each other a little bit from the awkwardness and she decides to move on with someone else. eddie starts to get jealous realizing that he did feel the same way but he fucked up, but he decides to let her move on bc she deserves somebody to make her happy. but it turns out that her new boyfriend is actually really abusive and once eddie finds out he beats the shit out of him and confesses his feelings.

I changed it slightly because the more I write fics about abuse or SA, the more upset it makes me. So I'm going to change it so that the guy is just an asshole who cheats on her.

Not proofread

Happy ending

Y/N knows for a fact that she has been in love with her best friend since he picked her off the sidewalk when she fell off her bike. Freshman year, a struggle for every teen but completely eating shit outside the school building was not how she wanted to start the year.

She didn't expect a beautiful boy with brown eyes to be picking her up. His hands were covered in jewelry, his chains decorated his black jeans and his smile accompanied his dimples. He was gorgeous.

Ever since that day he likes to believe she saw him and crashed her bike. That his beauty had her falling right away. He didn't know that everything he joked about was reality. Y/N has never seen Eddie as just a friend. And being his best friend for the past four years has been a blessing but also a curse.

~~~~

Over the years that crush became something a lot deeper. And that meant it was something she needed to be honest with him about. She knew he'd never leave her behind but maybe there was room in his life to become something more.

One main reason she hasn't said anything was Eddie Munson declared he was not a relationship guy. And he's been truthful to his word. Y/N has watched countless girls walk into his life for just one night or a week at max, then they are gone. Eddie didn't like feelings and he definitely didn't like dealing with other people's feelings.

She knew him loving her or even liking her back was a long shot, but it's a shot she's fine to make. Either they'll stay best friends or become everything she's always wanted with him.

~~

Y/N could feel her whole body filled with anxiety. She felt seconds away from throwing up every step that led her to Eddie's bedroom. Knocking on his door, taking the biggest deep breath, and smiling when he came into view.

"hey gorgeous" he smiled, opening his door wider as she sat on his bed. She always got butterflies when he called her that. And the smell of his room was making her head fuzzy.

"hey Eds, can I talk to you about something? Kinda more serious?" She breathed out

Eddie nodded immediately, sitting close to her. He could sense she was nervous, playing his hand in her lap, knowing she likes to touch his rings when she grows nervous.

She immediately went for his thumb, twisting the ring as she looked at his face. His worried eyes and crinkled eyebrows.

"tell me, baby" he encouraged

"I'm just going to jump right into it" Y/N laughed nervously. Eddie smiled at her, nodding his head to show he was listening.

"I...I have very strong feelings for you. As in I love you way more than as a friend. I know relationships aren't your thing. But, I didn't want to miss a chance if there was one for us. Is there a chance at all?"

Eddie felt his body freeze. He knew deep down she was perfect for him. She loved him in ways he didn't think he deserved. She cared about him and has been by his side since they met. But he couldn't be in a relationship. He couldn't be with her. He was too scared to be vulnerable with her.

So he did what he knew best, he lied.

"I'm sorry, but there isn't a chance for us in that kind of way. I don't feel the same. I'm sorry" he meant every sorry that left his mouth. He hated the way her face dropped but a fake smile was painted on in seconds.

"it's okay, I figured it was a long shot. But thank you for letting me take it." She smiled, blinking back her tears as she let go of his hand.

"we don't have to change right? I love you, I really do even if it's not in the same way. I can't lose you. Please, I'm sorry." He begged. He couldn't love her the way she would need it, but he could love her as a friend. He knows he wouldn't disappoint her as a friend.

"you won't ever lose me. We will still be best friends" she reassured him. Giving him her best smile. He smiled back, throwing his arms around her. She breathed in his smell, allowing the comfort of the hug wash over her.

It'll hurt for a little, but he'll always be in her life and that's what she wants.

~~

It's been two months since she confessed to Eddie. And it was going well. They were still best friends, less flirting which took a bit to get used to. But they were still close, and nothing had changed.

Until she met Brandon.

Some guy that was new to town, and ended up at her work. Looking for a job at the run down restaurant. She was assigned to train him, and now they worked all their shifts together.

Eddie felt his heart drop when he walked into the restaurant, joining her on her break like he does every Saturday night, to find her in a booth giggling with this new guy.

"Eddie!" She squealed excitedly, sliding out of the booth to greet him. Eddie hugged her back, eyes not leaving the guy sitting in the booth.

"this is Brandon! He's new to town and he now works here. Brandon this is my best friend Eddie" she introduced them happily.

Eddie watched her smile grow bigger every time Brandon looked back at her.

Eddie knew this was going to happen, but he didn't prepare for it to happen so soon.

~~

Within the next month, Brandon asked her out. She knew she still had feelings for Eddie but accepted she needed to move on. Brandon made her smile and laugh, she wanted to give him a fair chance.

Eddie was forced to hear all about Brandon for weeks and weeks. He never told her to ask, he knows if he did that she would. But he couldn't be that selfish. He didn't want to be with her so he has to accept someone else gets their chance.

Watching them hurt more than hearing about him. Eddie felt tears in his eyes anytime he watched her fiddle with Brandon's thumb ring. Eddie's rings have been left untouched by her since that night. She hugged and kissed Brandon anytime they were separated. They held hands, whispered into each other's ears, and ignored the world around them.

But she looked happy and that's what she deserved.

~~

Gareth didn't give two craps about Eddie's "no dating rule". Watching his best friend slowly fall apart over losing the girl of his dreams was tearing him apart.

"Eddie seriously! You love her the same way she does you. Are you really going to let your fear of being in a relationship ruin this for you?" Gareth argued. Sitting across from Eddie at a diner. Eddie needed a break from that restaurant.

"yes man. Listen, she is picturing this perfect relationship with me. I wouldn't ever live up to her expectations. She'll be disappointed. It's easier to be her friend and disappoint her than to fall in love and fuck it up for us." Eddie explained. He truly felt like his reasoning was smart and he was keeping them safe.

"that girl is already in love with you, and you wouldn't ever disappoint her. She loves you Eddie! Not this idea of you. It's you she loves. The same guy she met years ago. She doesn't have expectations, she just wants to be with you." Gareth wanted to slap his words into Eddie's head.

"it doesn't matter, she moved on and she looks happy. I'm not ruining that. Best friends are all that we will be." And Eddie was learning to be fine with that.

"Just one last question, you are completely fine with letting this girl, that we both know you are incredibly in love with, move on from you? You are actually okay with never getting to kiss her, call her yours, and be romantically attached to her? You are okay with missing all of that and all of the opportunities that a relationship with her could actually lead to, just because you are scared?" Gareth asked, watching as his words settled into Eddie's brain.

But Eddie did what he knew best, he lied.

"I'm okay with her being happy without me."

~~

Brandon and Y/N hit three months together and Eddie was still accepting his decision. He kept reminding himself it was for the better and she was happy.

But when he caught Brandon's tongue down another girl's throat at the bowling alley, Eddie wasn't so sure anymore.

Eddie was dropping Dustin off for his "date", at least Dustin was man enough to admit his feelings. But once Dustin made it in the building, Eddie's eyes found a familiar face in the parking lot. And that familiar face was not kissing the face he was supposed to be kissing.

Eddie knew he acted irrationally, and he knew that jumping out of his van and marching to Brandon was not the best idea.

And it was not the best idea to grab Brandon's arm and yank him off the girl.

"DUDE THE FUCK!" Brandon yelled as he felt himself being harshly yanked off the girl.

"YEAH DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK!" Eddie repeated, screaming as he used his hands to gesture to the blonde standing a few feet away from him.

"you and Y/N still together? You cheating on her?" Eddie accused Brandon. Y/N has not spoken about them breaking up, and that made Eddie's stomach turn.

"dude. Man to man, just keep this between us" Brandon said, a dumb smirk on his face

"man to man? Nah this is a fucking boy to a man. Men don't cheat on their girlfriends. Especially when you are dating a woman like Y/N. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Eddie questioned.

Brandon had the most perfect girl in the world, and he was fucking it up. All Eddie wanted to do was protect her, and her heart was hours away from being shattered.

"look, she won't put out. You know what it's like, no one wants to deal with blue balls. She won't get my dick wet, so I'm looking elsewhere" Brandon explained.

Eddie couldn't believe the words coming out of this guy's mouth. He was selfish, a pig, and an asshole.

"you are cheating on her because she won't fuck you? That's fucking pathetic" Eddie growled. Now he was even more pissed off.

"I was looking for a good fuck. I didn't care to have a relationship with her. I figured if I waited she'd give in. She can't wear those skirts and not expect a guy to ask."

Eddie hated every word coming out of Brandon's mouth. Eddie adored those skirts, and not because he wanted what was under the skirts. But because he was there when she bought them. The way she twirled and smiled at her reflection. Eddie knew how to protect her heart, why was he allowing it to be out on the battlefield for anyone to break?

"and you can't say that shit and not expect to get your face smashed in" Eddie growled, not wasting a second before his right fist smashed against Brandon's face. Knocking him to the ground, blood gushing down his face.

The girl panicked and ran to get help. But Eddie didn't care. This disgusting pig had the nerve to talk about Y/N like that. He didn't deserve to have a mouth that could speak again.

Eddie relentlessly pounded against Brandon's face. Not caring that his knuckles were breaking apart and he was staining his rings in blood.

Within seconds he was getting pulled off by random strangers in the parking lot. Shoving them off of him as he raced to his van.

~~

Y/N panicked at the hard pounding at her front door. Racing to open it and seeing Eddie holding his bloody knuckles.

"Eddie! What happened?" She panicked, yanking him inside as she dragged him to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry but I beat the shit out of your boy toy" Eddie snapped, guilt in his bones when she flinched at his tone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped" he quickly apologized.

"um, what the hell happened?" She asked, confused as to why Eddie was beating the shit out of her boyfriend, and a little guilty that she didn't care how Brandon looked.

"I'm sorry but I caught him kissing someone else. I lost it, and he said some nasty shit about you and all I saw was red. And I couldn't stop. I'm sorry. " He apologized again. Hissing as she began to clean his cuts.

"what did he say?" She asked, she knew Brandon didn't like that she didn't want to have sex. They had a huge fight hours before. She felt stupid knowing she was upset over it and he was already filling her spot.

"I am not repeating the nasty shit he said. Because it's not true and you don't deserve to have someone talk about you like that. " Eddie growled. Trying to keep himself calm.

"well thank you for standing up for me. I guess I'll talk with him tomorrow" she sighed.

"to break up, right?" Eddie questioned. Not approving of the way she refused to look at him as she shrugged.

"you are breaking up with him. You are not allowing that asshole to touch you or even look at you" Eddie argued. Why did she even want to stay?

"I know, and I know I deserve better. But I don't know, it took me years to find someone that liked me. What if I can't find someone else?" She worried out loud. She hated being alone.

"you will find someone else" Eddie argued. He let her go and it backfired. She wasn't happy and now her confidence was destroyed.

Eddie wasn't keeping her safe, he was throwing her to the wolves.

"yeah right" she scoffed. Rolling her eyes as she bandaged up his knuckle.

"stop that. You are beautiful and amazing. You will find someone" Eddie said, picking up her chin to make her look at me

"if I'm so amazing, why am I not enough for you?" She asked, voice cracking slightly. All she wanted was him.

"you're too good for me, that's why I had to lie" he confessed, trying to keep his eyes looking into hers and not dropping down to her lips.

"lie?" She squeaked out

"yeah, I lied. I'm so fucking in love with you. And it scares me. I will never be the man you want me to be, I'll never meet your expectations and I don't want to disappoint you. Saying no was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." Eddie's eyes dropped down to her lips again, and her eyes caught it.

She felt her face burn as he slowly leaned in. Her heart was racing and palms were sweating.

"I don't need you to be anyone, I want you to be the exact person I fell in love with" she confessed back. Leaning forward as she moved her hands up his chest.

"don't say no this time" she added, using all her confidence to close the gap between them. Connecting their lips in a desperate kiss.

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist. Smashing her against him as close as he could. His heart racing as he tasted her lips. Feeling her body melting into his. Her lips were soft and warm. Fitting perfectly against his, and her body fit perfectly against his.

Eddie hated to pull away, slowly pulling himself away. Watching as her eyes slowly opened.

"definitely not saying no" Eddie smirked, laughing as she punched his arm

Eddie was terrified, but the best way to protect her heart was to take care of her heart. Loving her was easy and that's all she was asking for.

Eddie didn't need to lie.

He loved her and he'd show her how much he did.

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fire(and)place | jackie taylor x fem!young shipman!reader

TWO POSTS IN A ROW, I'M GETTING BETTER!

Ok, just want to let you guys know that this is an experimental post, because I really want to start watching Yellowjackets and I decided to write oneshots about it...

So, I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with this story regarding the context of the series, I didn't really watch it and only watched snippets of the episodes to cheer myself up and see if I liked the atmosphere of the series.

Btw, it's a story with a character played by Ella Purnell, I think there's no way to go wrong, right?

Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Requests open but taking things slow!

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Prompt: After your older sister has a nasty fight with Jackie in the woods, you decide to take matters into your own hands and confront her. It would all go down too well, though, if you didn't have a crush on her.

***

You didn't expect things to get to this point. In fact, you didn't even want things to get to this point. You knew better than anyone else how much Shauna liked Jackie, considered her her best friend, and how close Jackie actually was to you because she was best friends with your older sister.

Which is why, when you woke up to the screams echoing in the cabin that middle of the night, after accidentally falling asleep and snuggling into Natalie's shoulder - she was warm, in your defense - you wondered why Jackie wasn't there, and the way Shauna looking at you as soon as you opened your eyes was completely decisive.

"Why the hell are you yelling this time?", you asked, your voice coming out low and rather sleepy. "Where's Jackie? I thought we'd go hunting when we were all together, didn't we?"

"Not anymore," Misty blurted out unintentionally. "Your sister decided to fight Jackie, and she's outside now, who knows where, in the cold maybe."

Shauna rolled her eyes. "She started it!"

"Shut up you suckers!" you yelled, standing up and brushing a few strands of Natalie's gorgeous blonde hair out of her clothes a little bit before heading for the door. "You shouldn't have done that, you shouldn't!"

"Where are you going, (Y\N)?"

"Do what you didn't do. Apologize to Jackie and save her from dying of hypothermia at least."

You rolled your eyes as you left, slamming the cabin door slamming and leaving the girls exchanging skewed looks. Misty stopped Shauna with her arm and your sister had to watch you go, against her will, outside in the snow, just when she should have been protecting you.

***

It wasn't too hard to find Jackie, knowing at first that even if she was intensely hurt by Shauna or any of the girls, she wouldn't go far. The girl was as scared as you were about navigating the forest alone, so she could be anywhere, just close.

It was practically freezing outside, and you found yourself picking up your pace several times to keep your shoes from sinking into the icy white snow - sometimes it was quite pointless and you practically froze just by dipping your toes a little bit. But it helped you to locate yourself, when the fog gave way to a figure turned on its back, hugging its own legs, with that varsity jacket that you knew so much, and that, dammit, she never took off her body!

It didn't take much for you to know it was Jackie and, relieved to see her, you walked over slowly and sat down where she was, beside her, avoiding eye contact.

"Please don't tell me Shauna asked you to come after me as a consolation prize," she said, rolling her eyes, still hugging her legs. Her voice emitted a little air from her lips, and when you looked up, her mouth was purple.

Quickly, you needed to take action. You dug with your hands until you couldn't dig anymore, but eventually you found some sticks and stones, which were more visible in the middle of the snow. By rubbing the two together, you created a little bit of fire and arranged some lighter pieces of wood to create a fire. Jackie sighed in relief and another little smoke came out of her mouth.

"No, she didn't ask. I came at my own risk," you finally replied, taking a deep breath as well. It was nice to feel something warm as you sat on the icy ground. "May I know what happened between you two? Why did you fall out so quickly? Everything was so good…"

She didn't answer, and you decided to play with the situation.

"It's only when I fall asleep that you decide to let go, right? That's serious, Jackie, it's a lack of a worthy mother figure."

Jackie laughed, and dammit, you loved it when she laughed. You loved when you could make her laugh, when you could see her little eyes close as she turned her head towards you and looked into her eyes like she was looking at a little sister.

That's what you were to her, a little sister. And that was all.

"I don't know why Shauna is mad at me. Sometimes I thought it might be Jeff, but now that I've broken up with him, I…I don't know anymore," Jackie sighed. "I thought you knew, since you're sisters, and she should tell you everything…"

"Uh, one point less for you…", you chuckled nervously, sighing. "Shauna never tells me anything. She pretty much hates me, I think maybe she'd rather I was a Barbie doll instead of a normal flesh and blood person…" you huffed. "Seriously, I had to beg her to let me on your team, really."

"But she was right, (Y\N), you were still too young. It could cause problems in your class, because you're a year below us."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Jackie, I make my own decisions, and I've decided I want to make the team," you replied in an authoritative voice. "No one can change that now, I also wanted to win, I wanted to help you on the team, not just watch from the stands…"

Jackie nodded, smiling and pursing her lips. She looked at you, and again, there was that annoying little "big sister look" thing she always gave you. You pretended you weren't affected by him and tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.

"If I ask nicely, will you go back inside and make up with Shauna?" you asked in a whisper, looking at Jackie again.

"(Y\N), it's no use. Shauna really hates me now, there's no going back."

"But that can't happen! How am I supposed to be if you guys are fighting forever? How am I going to convince my mom to let me go to your party without Shauna around to babysit me?"

Jackie shook her head. "I'm sorry. Really."

"But that couldn't happen! It's so unfair!"

"(Y\N), stop whimpering like a baby!", Jackie complained, turning to you. "It's irritating, okay? It doesn't help at all!", her voice was different, and it was clear that she was very irritated with the situation.

You widened your eyes, an intrusive thought running through your mind as you stared back at her, your voice trailing off. "You find me annoying? Really?"

"No, that's not what… Ah, (Y\N), come on, I'm sorry, okay?", Jackie clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and looked at you, her voice becoming quiet and calm, like she was talking to a puppy. "That's not what I meant, I swear, it's just…I'm really pissed off right now, and if you keep forcing me to make it up to her, I'll…"

You nodded, holding back tears, but didn't say anything. Then, there was a moment when Jackie surprised you by cupping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look into her eyes. Gorgeous, huge, but gorgeous, you could easily get lost in the whole pool of charisma that was inside them.

"Come on, give me a smile please, (Y\N)…", she whispered, still holding you by the chin, and you smiled, blushing slightly. "That's it. I love seeing you smile, (Y\N), really. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you, but this whole situation is killing me."

"Everyone is nervous, Jackie, it's normal…", you explained, whispering, too lost to focus on one thing. "We should be playing right now, winning medals, lifting trophies, but here we are, stranded on a shitty island."

"Hey, at least we still have people to count on…", she whispered back, smiling. "People we like, that's what matters to me at least," Jackie laid her head gently on his shoulder and looked into the crackling fire. "Like, I like you a lot, (Y\N). I don't know what I would do if we had a fight…"

You were taken aback by the revelation. You were already used to Jackie's surprises and her nonsensical phrases, but this time, it rang true. Too bad you felt more than just a liking, and that you couldn't truly tell her that for fear of losing the friendship.

"Me too… I like you, Jackie…", you whispered. "But…"

"But you really want to dump me now, don't you? Yeah, I know. I figured my lack of affection would hurt someone one day…"

"No!", you said, kind of loudly, startling her too. "No, what I meant is… that I like you. Like hell. But it's not just liking… a friend. You know… I'm…"

She quickly pulled her head away from your shoulder to look at you, laughing in disbelief.

"Are you telling me that… you're in love with me?", Jackie asked, confused, frowning. "I mean, like, you? In love with me?"

"Yeah, I think that's right…", you replied. "I'm sure, actually. I'm in love with you, Jackie, and I've never felt that way about anyone in my entire life.

"Damn, (Y\N), that…that was cute, you know?"

Your smile faded, and Jackie saw it right away. It made her laugh, and when you least expected it, she kissed your cheek, then leaned in a little closer to kiss your lips, and you were taken aback by the feel of icy, frozen lips pressed against yours.

Jackie didn't seem to regret the impulse. She was clearly nervous, but she was shivering too, from the cold, and as you kissed, she touched your face with trembling hands over and over again, sometimes hesitating between your cheek and your shoulders.

Her lips were cold, because of the ice, and they were soft, because they were a girl's lips. The girl you were in love with and had kept that secret for a long, long time.

"Was that your way of saying you like me too?" you asked, afraid that this was more of a threat than a genuine question from someone who was confused when she pulled away from you.

Jackie smiled, nodding and blushing as she kissed you again. This time, the touch lasted a little less, and when she pulled away, her face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

"I don't know why it took me so long to figure this out…" she whispered. "It was literally in my face the entire time. That's why Shauna hates me. Because of you, (Y\N). She's so jealous because you guys are sisters, and because I'm her best friend…"

You smiled. "And that makes you regret liking me?"

"Never, I swear…", Jackie whispered. "I actually love the fact that I like you. It's comforting because I knew I'd never have to say it out loud since the two of us are inseparable…"

You smiled again and it was your turn to hide your face in Jackie's neck. She hugged you with both arms and breathed in your scent, sighing. She was clearly warmed by the touch of you on her body.

"Now, if I ask nicely, will you go back to the cabin?"

"(Y\N)!", Jackie sighed, before kissing you again, only this time, all over your face, laughing every time her lips meet your skin. "God, will you stop being so cute? This way I won't convince you that I'm mad at your sister!"

"It never convinced me, to tell you the truth. You two are failures to disguise that, deep down, deep down, you still like each other. And I'm happy about that, because I know that, no matter what, you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your days!"

The girl smiled. "Yeah, not that I'm complaining, either."

And there you two idiots were, giggling by a poorly made fire for the rest of the night, after an awkward but completely adorable confession.

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[pray4saint]

I didn’t see anything about you not writing for plus sized! reader, so could i request something?

If you do write for it could i request a plus size!reader that wears glasses with either James or Sirius? Basically like reader is their tutor and they have crushes on each other and then it kinda escalates into smut then like confessions?

If you don’t feel comfortable writing for that, i could totally request something else!^^

i love your work!^^

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sirius falling for & fucking his tutor

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. 2.5k words. fem!reader. plus sized!reader. tutor!reader. p in v sex. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). semi-public sex. creampie. porn with small plot.

a/n. oh absolutely, everyone should be included if they can be and im here to help!!

time was ticking by. sirius was supposed to meet you in the library ten minutes ago. maybe he was just ignoring the professor's instruction because he wanted to. just then, speak of the devil, sirius black made an entrance, pushing the doors of the library open and making noise while doing it. the librarian shushed him and he rolled his eyes, his walk full of sarcasm and confidence as he strode his way to the table you were sitting at.

tearing yourself out of the trance of watching the beautiful man staring down at you, you spat out the first words to come to mind. ”i was beginning to think you wouldn't show up.”

it came out snarkier than intended, but it made his lips twitch up into a smirk. ”awh c'mon, do you really have so little faith in me?” he gave his retort, pulling out the chair across from you and dragging it right up next to you. he sat himself down with the anti-studying attitude he was known for and manspread, pressing his leg right up against your opposite.

when you'd accepted the task from your professor, you didn't expect the close quarters to bother you so much. hunched over the table, you could hear his heart beating close to you, his hot breath on your neck and along your jaw, his leg nudging yours every now and then. but of course, there were breaks, where he'd make jokes and stress you out, joking about the answer to an equation even though it was wrong and then not listen to your explanation.

”gods sirius you are insufferable!” you weren't quite screaming, more so whisper-yelling. ”this work is insufferable..” he'd mutter and it was difficult to hear. you were just trying to help him and he was doing everything in his power to not to accept it. some strange sense of confidence washed over you, perhaps fueled by your frustration with him and the frustration growing between your legs his closeness. reaching over to him, you took his jaw in your hand and turned his gaze. sirius' eyes conveyed shock to your action, and without a stutter you told him, ”d'ya wanna try that again?”

he looked almost scared, staring into your eyes while you searched his. ”uh- i don't know?” you kind of threw his jaw away from you, mumbling an almost incoherent, ”unbelievable.” you moved your pencil around on the paper absent-mindedly.

sirius took a minute to collect himself. he wasn't used to being talked down to. it made his tummy flip and blood to rush to his dick. for awhile, he tried to push it all away, but the feeling in his pants was making it hard for him to focus.

”so then, the answer is..?” you turned your face to his, pushing your glasses up your nose in just the slightest. sirius' face was covered by his hair and it was obvious his gaze was downward. ”sirius, c'mon, can't you listen for one second?” still nothing. your hand moved to the top of his head and wrapped in his curls, you turned his head.

and gods was it a sight. his eyes were low, dark, like a siren's, and his cheeks flushed, lips parted just slightly.

”sirius, are you okay?” your concern for him made him feel a little bad about how far his mind had wandered. ”yeah, m'good.” despite his response and dopey smile, you didn't believe him. with a roll of your eyes, you closed the books in front of you both. ”you're a bad liar.” you clicked your tongue, ”i can't believe you lie like that to the teachers and get away with it.”

sirius' leg pulled away from yours quickly, but it was because his entire body moved, looking around the library which had long since emptied of students and faculty.

turned back to face you, sirius' body language had changed. he was fully turned to engage with you, his knees at either end of your upper leg, one at your knee and the other at your glute. ”y/n i'm sorry i haven't been listening but i kind of have a problem.”

”sirius i am not getting you out of some other trouble-” he cut you off. ”not that kind of problem.” he didn't say anything else, simply glanced down at his crotch. your eyes followed his gaze and you gasped, looking at the tent in his pants and then around the library to see if anyone was around. nobody was.

”uhm, sirius this is highly inappropriate–” you try to compose yourself, although the situation warms the previous frustration between your legs and you begin to rub your thighs together. ”i- y/n i know i really don't need the pep talk. i just need a minute to go wank off.” sirius begins to rise from his seat and you turn your head, trying not to stare directly at his hard-on.

still, you grab at his hand. ”sirius no! by the time you're done the library will be closed and we'll have to come back to this tomorrow!” your voice isn't even that high, but you still wince at the expected yell of a librarian that never comes. ”then what am i supposed to do? i can't focus.”

the words come out without thought and too fast to stop them, ”fuck me.” oops. ”what..?”

”you heard me sirius.” you couldn't stop talking, the words wouldn't stay in. the boy who stood looking down at you thought it over in his head, and all the while his eyes never left yours. ”to bloody hell with it c'mere.” and all of the sudden you were plucked from your chair as if it was nothing and you had to push your glasses up again.

now stood upright with sirius' arms around your middle and his lips dangerously close to yours, you were suddenly coming to terms with what you'd told him to do. ”are you sure about this, sweetheart?” one of his hands made its way to your cheek, and you fought the need to melt into his touch. with a single nod, sirius had permission for his lips to connect with yours.

he pulled your body impossibly close to his with just the one hand. his lips moved along yours, rhythm well-kept. sirius was the first to pull away, his lips moving from yours to your cheek and trailing down to your jaw and neck. you were sure from the pressure on your neck from sirius' mouth that there'd be dark spots sooner or later.

you gasped out a couple of times while sirius' hands travelled south, from your middle, down past and over your posterior, just to the plush backsides of your thighs to him lifting you up and onto the table. you never realised just how strong he really was under all those layers, which he was losing, piece by piece. ”well don't just sit there, take it off.” it was clear he was talking about your top and with fidgety hands, you pulled your vest off, followed by your house tie and collared shirt.

”wow, you're beautiful darling.” he wanted to say more, about how absolutely gorgeous you were and how often he’d dreamed of this but he couldn’t seem to get himself to voice what he wanted to tell you. sirius’ hands wandered without a thought, running over your tummy and between your breasts, resting on your shoulders. ”sirius if you don't hurry up we're gonna get caught for being in here after hours.”

something in the way you said that, to hurry up, made sirius wild. quickly getting both his and your pants off, he pulled you to the edge of the table. ”fuck, dove i don't have a condom.” you sigh out loud, there isn't much that can be done anymore and you've already gotten this far. ”it's fine c'mon we're gonna run out of time.” in response, sirius pulls his boxers down to let his dick spring up.

holding his cock in hand, he tapped the head against your clit and you whined. you didn't quite toss, but you set your glasses aside, afraid of where they'd go if they fell off. ”siri c'mon,” you were going to continue your sentence but the feeling of sirius rubbing his cock against your folds stopped you, and him pushing himself into your pussy made you gasp. he was just so gentle with it. it wasn't slow, but he made sure you were okay with every inch he pushed inside until he'd bottomed out.

sirius starts slow, dragging his strokes almost painfully slow. ”siri?” you ask, putting your hands on his shoulders. ”hm?”

”faster please.” you didn't need to tell him twice, his hips landed against against your ass with a faster pace. sirius loved the way you tried to hide your moans in his neck while his hands pulled and rubbed at every curve and roll on your body. ”feels so- feels so good doll.” he raked his eyes up and down your body, god you looked so pretty wrapped around his cock.

the longer sirius kept his strokes in a steady rhythm, the less time it took for you to slowly lose concentration on the clock. you knew you didn’t have much time left in the library, but you didn’t think this would happen either, since it seemed to be something that only ever happened when you closed your eyes to sleep at night.

sirius couldn't seem to stop his hands from roaming your body, almost as if he was memorising it, committing it to memory. all while you let your hands wander his back, and his neck, and his hair, oh, his hair. he loved how you tugged and pulled his hair, drawing out whines to match the moans he pulled from you.

”y'feel so good around my cock sweetheart.” his voice in tandem with the feeling of your walls being stretched was beginning to get the feeling in your tummy to be wound up. you couldn't get much out between whines and whimpers, but you did your best, ”sirius,” you breathed heavily over sirius' shoulder, ”y'shouldn't say things– y'shouldn't– fuck! say things like that..” sirius snaps his hips against your own, over and over again to punctuate his words. ”but it's only. the fuck– fuckin' truth love.” the nickname only drove you further to climax.

”m'close, m'so close.” you weren't sure if sirius heard you, but you needed to say it, you weren't sure how much you'd be able to say in the next few minutes. he whispered close to your ear, ”i've got ya'dove. i'm right behind'ya,” his breath fanned heavily and heavenly against your skin, ”go on and cum. cum on my cock for me.” perhaps it was his voice, or the lewdness of the words, or a mix, but it got you, forcing you over the edge, ripping a rather pornographic moan out of you. despite how much your legs began to tremble, sirius kept his hips moving, although they were beginning to stutter, and you had only one thing on your mind, getting sirius to finish. just as he did only a minute or so earlier, you leaned in clsoe to his ear, hands tangled in his hair and whispered. ”siri.. cum inside.” the boy pulled back to look at you blissfully fucked out before him. he cocks his head just slightly to the side and you smile, all dopey. ”godric, you're gonna be the death of me..” he grips harder at your hips, the skin like puddy in his hands while the movement in his hips becomes even more unsteady and he's pressing harder against you until he just stops, and you begin to feel his warm seed pile against your walls.

slowly, the boy in front of you, pulls out, panting like a dog, just as much as you're sure you are yourself.

the two of you spend the next five minutes regathering yourselves; returning clothes to your bodies, fixing each other's hair, sirius returning your glasses to your face with a smile. ”suppose i looked a bit blurry for a bit, didn't i?” you laugh, ”didn't really matter, i wasn't too focused on seeing anything.” sirius laughs in response, although the way the tips of his ears turn pink betray his fluster.

”sirius, what time is it?” you're pushing his tie back up to straighten it. that would look strange to his roommates, his tie is never in perfect condition. he glances up at the clock behind you, ”past time for any students to still be here. guess we were lucky to not have been caught, huh?” he smirks, and now it's your turn to blush red. ”shut up.” you shove sirius' bag into his arms and he grunts while you begin to walk towards the exit of the library.

he's quick to catch up with you. ”y/n, can i ask you a question?” your eyes remain ahead of you, mind mostly focused on not getting caught out of your dorm this late, although there doesn't seem to be any faculty or students in sight throughout the halls. ”go ahead.”

”why?” the question rang through your head, it was a good question. why? why did you tell him to fuck you instead of just letting him go wank off in the bathrooms. ”why did you go with it?” sirius was left a little shocked, and he sputtered with the words himself. ”uh- uhm. well, y/n, that would be because..” he puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you and turns you to face him, placing his other hand on your other shoulder. your breath hitches at the situation, more tension being created than the fiasco in the library, ”because?..” you trailed off, almost breathlessly. sirius' eyes bore into yours, and everything around you seemed to fizz out, like the moment between you and him was the only thing happening the world, like time had stopped. ”i fancy you.” he let the words out, his eyes never left yours, but now they appeared almost frantic, as if searching in your gaze for a response. he didn't even notice how your lips seem to have lifted into a smile. ”say something, please.”

”i fancy you more.” sirius began to smile at your words, allowing himself to break eye contact, resuming time by simply glancing down at his shoes for a second.

suddenly, a loud, assertive voice spoek up. ”sirius black? y/n y/l/n? get back to your dormitories before i deduct points!” your head snapped up first. ”right away professor.” you say, sirius' response delayed. ”yes professor.” once the teacher had turned around, you gave sirius a quick kiss on his cheek. with an idiot grin, you slipped from his grasp and began to back up, ”goodnight siri, talk to you tomorrow.” you turned and walked back to your dorm.

”g'night y/n.” he wished he had more time but for now, he was satisfied.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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[reallyromealone]

Hellooo! Can I request a Bonten with a teenage son reader where they forget his birthday but he doesn't say anything because he knows his dads are busy. Like how they react when they realize and maybe how they make it up to him. Anyway have a good day or night! I really love your work and totally don't stalk your blog everyday👀

Of course! Let's goooo

And I realize more and more how many of you wait for me to post stuff

Well I'm taking a break from writing kinktober so I got maximum capacity focus on fluff

Warning: male reader, angst to fluff, teenage reader

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(Name) felt his heart sink to his stomach as he read the text from Kakucho 'wont be home tonight, we will see you in the morning' With a 'love you' sent after.

Today was his birthday.

His 16th birthday.

For the past two months they had been hyping it up for him, getting his hopes up.

Only to forget.

He should have expected it though.

They are really busy.

They don't have time to stop and throw a stupid party for him, he didn't even want a party though.

He just wanted a day with them.

They told him how they were gonna do fun stuff he enjoyed but (name) supposed that wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Better do my homework, not like I have plans anyways"

(Name) didn't tell his dad's they forgot, not wanting to seem whiny or anything but after a week he just decided to move on despite the pain in his chest.

"Have you noticed (name) seems a little down lately?" Mochi asked Takeomi who grunted in agreement "he's acting like someone killed his dog or something" takeomi commented as their teenage son did his homework quietly, bags under his eyes.

"What day is it again?" Ran asked as he checked the calendar on the first of two fridges, the men barely have been home to check the family plans.

"Oh it's (date)" Kakucho said as he came in to grab a bottle of water, the others watching ran freeze as he looked at a circled date on the calendar "...shit"

"What?" The others looked at the calendar and held an expression of guilt before glancing at their kid.

Oh god.

They forgot his birthday.

And they hyped it up so much!

Just to crush that hope.

(Name) never asked for much, even as a baby he only really wanted quality time and got them to hang out with him sometimes.

God they felt like monsters.

No wonder (name) was so down!

"We have to make it up to him!"

"Get the others, meet in the home meeting room" and with that one half of the dad squad went and collected the rest, glancing at the teenager.

"Why didn't he say anything?" Koko asked as they sat at the table and Sanzu scoffed at him "seriously? Somehow we managed to make the most polite kid in the world, he would never call us out on forgetting"

"How the fuck do we make this up to him? We literally crushed his spirit!"

"We will figure something out!"

The men walked into the living room where (name) sat, still doing his homework and God did they feel like assholes.

"Oi! Come with us" Rindō said seriously and (name) looked confused as he walked to his dad's, handed his shoes "what's going on?" (Name) asked softly as he was brought to the expensive car "don't worry about it kiddo" Kakucho said patting his back as they drove off.

(Name) was confused, though never scared.

He never had a reason to be scared of his dad's.

Even when Sanzu was in a drug crash.

They drove through Tokyo till they made it to a diner.

He hadn't been to the diner in ages, it's where they would take turns taking him as a small child when they would collect him from preschool and parts of grade school.

Some of his fondest memories were at this diner.

And Sanzu would never admit it but he would always share his cheesecake with little (name), making him promise to keep it a secret that he shared.

Mikey was the same with his food, though less secretive.

"...what's going on?" (Name) asked softly and Ran sighed "we're sorry"

"Sorry for what?"

"Forgetting your birthday"

(Name) very obviously closed up and mumbled "it's fine, you're all busy"

"It's not fine, we built it up to be great and crushed your hopes, this is the beginning of us making it up"

And they kept to their word, taking (name) anywhere he wanted to go.

And they promised themselves and (name) to not do that to him again.

They didn't want him to face the disappointment they faced countless times before from their own families.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader #teen reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Complicated

Steve's Version.

Final part.

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

Eddie's Version ( final part) will be posted soon. What would you all like to see in it? 💕

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"You're an idiot Steve Harrington" It's not the fist time Nancy has said it to him, it's the first time it's 100% true though.

She's glaring at him, pissed off at him. Robin has already declared he's a dingus as well.

Nancy had came from yours after girls night to find you growing upset at the romantic movies you were watching with her and Robin.

That lead to her finding about you and Steve and what happened two nights ago, to say she was annoyed at Steve was an understatement.

"Why couldn't you let her down gently. You acted like an asshole Steve and that's not you, not anymore" Robin rolls her eyes at him.

"The dingus is totally crazy about her but thinks she only has eyes for Eddie because she had like a super crush on him for a long time. Steve, anyone with eyes can see that she's smitten with you now"

Nancy turns to him, folds her arms and gives him her best disappointed look.

"If you want to know how she feels then ask her. She's not a mind reader, she doesn't know why you're upset"

Nancy's words ring in his head and he knees he needs to speak with you. He will do it.

Soon.

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Steve didn't expect Eddie to visit him at home but the metalhead barged in glaring daggers at Steve.

"You know yn is trying to put on a brave face but I caught her crying earlier. I don't like seeing her cry, you better have a good explanation for the other night dude?"

Steve doesn't know what to say. He can't tell Eddie how you feel about him? Still feel for him?

"Just butt out man okay. It's between me and her. I'll fix it" Eddie's eyes narrow at him and he stalks forward, anger all over his face.

"I won't have you mess her about Harrington. This is what I was worried about. You fucking with her because you're still in love with Nancy"

Steve snaps then. He's tired and misses you, Eddies comment sends him over the edge.

"I'm not in love with Nancy. Not anymore, I'm in love with yn" Steve yells back and Eddie stops ranting and cocks his head and looks sheepish.

"Oh... Then you need to tell her this dude. She needs to know, instead of worrying herself sick that you have gotten bored of her"

Steve stiffens. He never wants you to think that. Doesn't want to be one of those assholes who mess with people's feelings.

"Where is she?" he needs to see you, clear the air and hope you forgive him for being an idiot.

"She's at home. Don't fuck this up Steve. I mean it"

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When your doorbell rings you expect it to be Eddie or maybe Nancy and Robin.

It's Steve, he's holing a bunch of flowers and your feeling of joy is dampened by your annoyance and hurt of the other day.

"What do you want Steve?" he holds out the flowers to you and you take them, smiling a little. They are beautiful, you thank him but you're still mad and want answers.

"I'm sorry I've been a jerk. I can't apologise enough honey. The truth is I realised something a few days ago but I was worried you still had feelings for Eddie"

This softens you just a teensy bit and you shake your head.

"Not anymore. I should have told you but I thought maybe you were still hung up on Nancy" theres a spark of hope inside of you when he shakes his head.

"Fuck no, not anymore. God all of this stupid shit wouldn't have happened if I just talked to you. If we both just communicated"

"I agree. We need to communicate more Steve, we're so good at it usually but with you being distant and saying this is just sex it's made me anxious to try and talk to you"

He gives you a look full of determination and nods.

"That was a lie. This is more than just sex to me sweetheart, when I heard Chrissy and Eddie broke up and I seen you two so close the other night, I got scared that I'd lose you"

Shaking your head you gently rest your palm on his cheek, heart aching he's been so worried. You wish he had just told you this, things could have been resolved quickly.

"I want to be with you Steve, the truth is I'm in love with you and I understand if you don't feel that way I just...

You're cut off as his lips press to yours, he's smiling and looking at you with adoration.

"I love you too honey, I've fallen head over heels for you" the both of you are giddy at this point, the angst of the last few days vanishing.

Steve kisses you sweetly, pulls you close. Whispering words of love and you can't belive this is real.

Just weeks ago you were heartbroken over Eddie, yet in such a short space of time you've fallen in love with the most amazing man.

You're happier than you ever thought possible, all thanks to one drunken night all of those weeks ago.

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#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #Platonic eddie x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you

[h-harleybaby]

Another stick of truth request because

Grand Wizard Cartman x Princess Reader Romantic Headcanons

But like. A girl boss princess??? She kicks ass. She'd kick my ass, she'd kick your ass,,

And cartman is just completely enhanced

- men kisser anon

Literally perfect I love it

Jen says Cartman would be mean and wouldn't let you be a princess but I don't care because it's cute

Grand Wizard Cartman x (badass) Princess reader

• Honestly, Eric was really reluctant to have you as a princess at first because Kupa Keep already had princess Kenny but after Kenny literally begged Cartman to let you be a princess he finally agreed

• (Like in the other hcs) So you're Princess Kenny's sister, tbh you wanted to be a thief but Kenny wouldn't let you. Princess Kenny desperately wanted for someone else to be royal too to take some of the heat off her

• So you ended up being a warrior princess, much like your sister princess Kenny

• And because you're a princess, Cartman almost immediately said he would be the one protecting you rather than a knight (because he has a big ass crush on you which is a huge part of the reason why he kept bothering you to join them in roleplaying), honestly you didn't need it tho considering you had a battle axe

• If anything it slowly started becoming you protecting Cartman but he refuses to admit it

• Tbh he really just wants a reason to be around you/follow you around without seeming like he has a crush on you

• Anyways- no one even knows where the hell you got a battle axe but no one is questioning it, especially because you know how to use it REALLY well

• The first time you guys got ambushed you beat the elves asses before Cartman even got the chance to try doing a spell (cough hitting them with his staff a bunch of times cough)

• He probably takes any and all credit for any elven forces that were defeated but you don't mind, it gives you the element of surprise

• Honestly tho, Eric's probably a little scared of you. And ya know what? He should be

• You're probably some sort of cracked healer tho, and he makes you heal him all the time

• He refuses to let anyone else heal him and you can't for the life of you figure out why

• Hear me out, he made this a thing but your kisses heal him. He just really wanted to find excuses for him to get you to kiss his cheek

• Even when he's almost full health, he won't stop bothering you and taps his cheek until you kiss it. He's purposefully tripped or got punched so you can kiss him and he plays it off by saying your kisses are gross but he loves them and you know it

• Whenever y'all start dating, Cartman refuses to let it be known in game. He probably says it's so you don't get kidnapped but everyone knows you guys are dating

• He keeps trying to be sneaky and kiss you when he thinks no one's looking, but there's always someone

• You're the older one out of you and princess Kenny (by a couple of months) so that means you're technically next in line for queen or something, so ofc someone has to be watching you

• What's funny is that instead of you getting kidnapped, it was actually Eric who got kidnapped!

• He hated it and was cursing and yelling the whole time

• And he sulked the entire time you fought Kyle for him

• He was the one supposed to be saving you! Not the other way around... stupid Kyle and his stupid logic

• Of course you had Kyle beat tho, no one really expects you to be as strong as you are considering Eric for the most part uses you as his personal healer

• One time you and him were making out and Kenny came to check on you, poor Kenny. The princess was traumatized and had Eric yell at her to get out while you were laughing at her

• Another time, Kyle had sent Stan to go kidnap you so he could trade you for the stick of truth but that backfired

• It was a complete disaster

• Not only did Stan fail to get you, you beat him up AND Cartman teabagged Stan because he thought it was funny

• He then sent Butters to the elf kingdom to send a message more or less saying "suck my big fat hairy balls -the grand wizard AND the future queen of kupa keep <3"

• Tbh he probably wasn't the happiest that you signed it as the future queen of Kupa Keep but he couldn't argue with it since you technically were

• We know he's consistently lost the stick of truth and almost every time you would have to beat up on the elves while he tries stealing it back

• It never works out and you always have to heal him

I don’t think there’s any spelling mistakes but most of the time I was proof reading this and writing it I was half asleep

#south park x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #south park x reader headcanons #h harleybaby needs help #eric cartman x y/n #Harley’s anons <33 #stick of truth x reader #Harley’s favs #harley’s requests!

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

En lo profundo de la montaña / Deep in the mountain [Kaoru].

Final 3/4

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[Kaoru]

He was never too interested in people. He never felt that curious tingle when seeing the people around him, on a bad day he would scare them and on a normal day he would simply ignore their presence.

Because that was Kaoru, it was the way he looked at the world, a flat expression along with eyes empty of any feeling in the face of the insignificance of the other living beings that surrounded him. Just don't get too much in his way, he could crush you even by accident.

And he was fine with the loneliness that his indifference brought; even the friendliest animal would shy away from him at Kaoru's persistent disdain for them swarming, buzz-like existence around him.

So it wasn't difficult for Kaoru to decide what to do with you; ignore you. He stood up to his full height after emerging from the darkness of the leafy trees, a blank expression on his face that reflected that your existence didn't mean much to him. However, your face reflected in an expression of complete amazement as you witnessed this incredibly muscular creature, you quickly tried to identify him, Baki? Maybe Jack. It looked like Kaoru, but it definitely wasn't Yujiro.

Great musculature characteristic of the oni, like horns, claws and teeth, it didn't take you long to notice distinctive aspects about him; Old scars all over his body, extensive and seemingly deep because of the clear shape they left when they healed, dark and small eyes that did not shine in a friendly way for you. It was definitely Kaoru.

“Um… Excuse me,” you couldn’t even say anything else when you saw him turn around, ready to walk away and ignore you, “Wait, please!”

“What?” His large form turned towards you as you called out to him and hurried over.

Well, that was easy, don't you think? His quick response left you in a shocked state, you really expected that getting his attention would be a lot harder than that, he seemed so oblivious to any feeling of curiosity about you that you thought you would have to beg for him to listen to you. But here he is, looking at you with his cold, emotionless eyes, you felt uneasy under his attention, even though you were the one who asked for it.

“It's about…” you started as you focused on his abdomen, you couldn't look him in the eyes even if you tried, you knew, “I came to this mountain to visit my grandfather.”

Your words didn't seem to merit a response from him, so you squirmed under his gaze and silence. You shivered, before stammering anything else, it was obvious that you hadn't convinced him yet.

“He is an old man who lives on the top of the mountain,” you added after a few seconds of silence.

You looked up just to make sure he was listening. You trembled. God, those eyes were scary from where you were, if he admitted that he could see your soul, you would definitely believe him. The nervousness that he generated in you penetrated to your bones.

“I am his grandson/granddaughter,” your voice also trembled, why didn't he say anything? “I came to bring him provisions for the month.”

Nothing? Really, nothing? Not even a nod? He just watches you.

“I am the firstborn of his eldest son, I am taking care of him in my hands now that my father died.”

You were so nervous at this point, your mouth was faster than your brain, you kept explaining and talking to him even when he didn't give even the slightest hint of paying attention to you.

Finally, you had nothing more to say, you looked back at him and felt a strange déjà vu, you felt like you were staring at the void that stretched beneath your feet on a cliff, have you ever even experienced that feeling? Has the void ever looked back at you? No, you were sure not, but you couldn't shake that familiar feeling.

“You're talking about the master,” he didn't seem to be asking, he was taking his words for granted.

“Excuse me?” Well, at least you didn't have to endure that awkward silence.

“The Onmyōji who lives in the mountain,” he took your expression of confusion as unconscious ignorance. Kaoru shook his head, there was no point in dwelling on topics that did not concern him, “Follow me.”

You stayed in your place for a few seconds, you had lost the thread of the conversation, but at least you didn't have to beg for help. You didn't know why he helped you, maybe he was just in a good mood, but really Kaoru didn't know why he helped you either.

He would just ignore that curious feeling in the back of his brain.

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“Grandpa!” The old man looked up with a confused grimace, frowning when he saw the creature you were running away from as you ran in his direction.

“What are you doing here?” Your smile did not falter at your grandfather's bad mood, you were already used to his frown, “Go home.”

“Grandpa, I came to bring you supplies,” you smiled as you showed your full backpack, “Oh, I didn't thank him.”

You lamented when you looked into the forest and didn't see Kaoru, maybe he left as soon as you walked away from him. You felt a little guilty for not taking the time to thank him for his help, the huge oni had brought you to your grandfather safely and in good time, and you didn't have the decency to thank him properly.

Your expression became sad, perhaps too sad when it was a simple “thank you.” Your grandfather noticed it and rolled his eyes at your banal worries, you are like your father. He had no doubts.

“Stop whining and enter the house at once,” the old man turned to return to his house without waiting for you after inviting you in in his crude way, “If you are not too bothersome, I will teach you how to make a thank offering."

You laughed at your grandfather's disguised kindness, you knew that no matter how grumpy he was, he would never let you be sad in his presence. You thanked him silently as you followed him into the house.

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The night had settled at this point, sparkles singing carefreely, fireflies dancing like playful stars in the sky and the hooting of owls echoing among the large trees, the night landscape was peaceful, even for him. Kaoru wandered around casually. Something common for him, walking aimlessly.

Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he saw the small offering resting at the edge of the clearing your grandfather inhabited, framed with two candles that dimly illuminated the bowls of foods and small objects. He really wasn't much the gifts, much less thank you, he didn't like wasting time when he had done something simple that didn't deserve recognition; It just wasn't worth it.

And yet you had taken the time to do this for him, it was small and surely wouldn't satisfy his hunger, it was simply a small thing that fit poorly in his hand. It wasn't something that suited him, it wasn't something to satiate or entertain him, it was just for him.

But he appreciated it, strangely he appreciated it.

Versión en español.

[Kaoru]

Él jamás estuvo demasiado interesado en las personas. Nunca sintió ese cosquilleo curioso al ver a las personas a su alrededor, durante un mal día las asustaría y en un día común simplemente ignoraría su presencia.

Porque así era Kaoru, era la forma en que contemplaba el mundo, una expresión plana junto a unos ojos vacíos de cualquier sentimiento ante la insignificancia de los demás seres vivos que lo rodeaban. Simplemente, no te metas demasiado en su camino, podría aplastarte incluso por accidente.

Y él estaba bien con la soledad que traía su indiferencia, incluso el animal más amigable se alejaría de él ante el desdén persistente de Kaoru ante su existencia pululante, similar a un zumbido, a su alrededor.

Por lo que no fue difícil para Kaoru decidir qué hacer contigo; ignorarte. Se enderezó en toda su altura después de emerger de entre la oscuridad de los frondosos árboles, una expresión vacía en su rostro que reflejaba que tu existencia no significaba mucho para él. Sin embargo, tu rostro reflejaba una expresión de completo asombro al ser testigo de esta increíblemente musculosa criatura, rápidamente trataste de identificarlo, ¿Baki? Tal vez Jack. Parecía Kaoru, pero definitivamente no era Yujiro.

Gran musculatura característica de los onis, al igual que los cuernos, garras y dientes, no te tomo mucho tiempo fijarte en aspectos distintivos sobre él; Antiguas cicatrices en todo su cuerpo, extensas y aparentemente profundas por la forma clara que dejaron al sanar, ojos oscuros y pequeños que no brillaban en forma amigable para ti. Definitivamente, se trataba de Kaoru.

“Um… Disculpa”, ni siquiera pudiste decir algo más cuando lo viste darse la vuelta, dispuesto a irse e ignorarte, “¡Espera, por favor!”

“¿Qué?”, su gran forma se giró hacia ti cuando lo llamaste y te acercaste de forma apresurada.

Bueno, eso fue fácil, ¿no crees? Su rápida respuesta te dejo en un estado sorprendido, realmente esperabas que llamar su atención fuera mucho más difícil que eso, parecía tan ajeno a cualquier sentimiento de curiosidad por ti que pensaste que tendrías que rogar para que te escuche. Pero aquí está, mirándote con sus ojos fríos y desprovistos de sentimientos, te sentiste inquieto bajo su atención, aun cuando fuiste tú quien la pidió.

“Se trata de…”, empezaste mientras te concentrabas en su abdomen, no podrías mirarlo a los ojos, aunque lo intentes, lo sabías, “Vine a esta montaña para visitar a mi abuelo”

Tus palabras no parecían merecer una respuesta de parte de él, por lo que te removiste bajo su mirada y silencio. Temblaste, antes de balbucear algo más, era obvio que no lo habías convencido todavía.

“Es un hombre anciano que vive en la cima de la montaña”, agregaste después de unos segundos de silencio.

Levantaste la mirada solo para cerciorarte de que él estuviera escuchando. Temblaste. Dios, esos ojos eran atemorizantes desde tu lugar, si él admitiera que podía ver tu alma, definitivamente le creerías. El nerviosismo que él te generaba calaba hasta tus huesos.

“Soy su nieto”, tu voz tembló también, ¿por qué él no decía nada? “Vine a traerle provisiones para el mes”

¿Nada? ¿De verdad, nada? ¿Ni siquiera un asentimiento de cabeza? Solo te observo.

“Soy el primogénito de su hijo mayor, estoy tomando su cuidado en mis manos ahora que mi padre murió”

Estabas tan nervioso en este punto, tu boca era más rápida que tu cerebro, seguías explicando y hablándole aun cuando él no dio ni el más mínimo indicio de estar prestándote atención.

Finalmente, no tuviste nada más que decir, lo miraste de regreso y sentiste un extraño déjà vu, sentías que estabas mirando al vacío que se extendía debajo de tus pies en un acantilado, ¿alguna vez experimentaste ese sentimiento siquiera? ¿Alguna vez el vacío te regreso la mirada? No, estabas seguro de que no, pero no podías sacarte esa sensación familiar.

“Hablas del maestro”, no parecía estar preguntando, él estaba dando por hecho sus palabras.

“¿Disculpa?”, bueno, al menos no tenías que soportar ese incómodo silencio.

“El Onmyōji que vive en la montaña”, él tomó tu mueca de confusión como una ignorancia inconsciente. Kaoru negó con la cabeza, no tenía sentido abundar en temas que no le compete, “Sígueme”

Te quedaste en tu lugar unos segundo, habías perdido el hilo de la conversación, pero al menos no tuviste que rogar para que te ayude. No sabías por qué te ayudaba, tal vez él solo estaba de buenas, pero realmente Kaoru tampoco sabia porque te ayudaba.

Él solo ignoraría ese curioso sentimiento en la parte trasera de su cerebro.

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“¡Abuelo!”, el anciano levanto la mirada con una mueca de confusión, frunciendo su ceño cuando vio a la criatura de la que te alejabas mientras corrías en su dirección.

“¿Qué haces tú aquí?”, tu sonrisa no flaqueo ante el mal humor de tu abuelo, ya estabas acostumbrado a su ceño fruncido, “Vete a casa”

“Abuelo, vine a traerte provisiones”, sonreíste mientras mostrabas tu mochila llena, “Oh, no le agradecí”

Te lamentaste cuando observaste hacia el bosque y no viste a Kaoru, quizá se fue tan pronto como alejaste de él. Te sentiste un poco culpable por no haberte tomado el tiempo para agradecer su ayuda, el enorme oni te había traído con tu abuelo de forma segura y en un buen tiempo, y no tuviste la decencia de agradecer correctamente.

Tu expresión se tornó triste, quizá demasiado cuando se trataba de un simple “gracias”. Tu abuelo lo noto y rodó los ojos ante tú preocupaciones banales, eres como tu padre. No tenía dudas.

“Deja de lloriquear y entra a la casa de una vez”, el anciano se giró para regresar a su casa sin esperar por ti después de invitarte a pasar a su tosca manera, “Si no eres demasiado molesto, te enseñaré a hacer una ofrenda de agradecimiento”

Te reíste de la amabilidad disfrazada de tu abuelo, sabías que por muy cascarrabias que era jamás te dejaría estar triste en su presencia. Lo agradeciste silenciosamente mientras marchabas tras él al interior de la casa.

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La noche estaba asentada en este punto, brillos cantando despreocupadamente, luciérnagas danzando como juguetonas estrellas en el firmamento y el ulular de los búhos que hacía eco entre los grandes árboles, el paisaje nocturno era pacífico, incluso para él. Kaoru merodeo despreocupadamente por los alrededores. Algo común en él, andar sin rumbo.

La curiosidad parpadeó en sus ojos cuando vio la pequeña ofrenda que descansaba en los límites del claro que habitaba tu abuelo, enmarcada con dos velas que iluminaban tenuemente los cuencos con comidas y objetos pequeños. Él realmente no era mucho de regalos, mucho menos de agradecimientos, no le gustaba perder tiempo cuando había hecho algo simple que no merecía reconocimiento; simplemente no valía la pena.

Y aun así te habías tomado el tiempo en hacer esto por él, era pequeño y seguro que no saciaría su hambre, era simplemente una pequeñez que encajaba en su mano de forma pobre. No era algo que se ajustaba a él, no era algo para saciarlo o entretenerlo, solo era para él.

Pero él lo apreció, extrañamente él lo apreció.

#hanayama kaoru #kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

[truly-morgan]

[Barista SQH and hot regular MBJ]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving System Modern AU

18-02-2022

[#Moshang, modern, fluff and silly]

Barista Shang Qinghua who does late night shifts at the small cafe he works at. He wonders how the owner can afford to stay open until this late when there are so few clients that late at night.

But he won't complain since it does work with his college schedule and his broke student ass does need the money. It's not that hard too, his boss is even nice enough to let him do his school work as long as he does not neglect the clients coming in.

But tonight is a night where he forgot his bag and with even fewer people than usual.

Even his cucumber bro cannot come to hang out with him because the bastard got himself a date (even if Shen Yuan refuses to call it a date, it is).

He didn't even have the chance to see the hot regular who comes every Wednesday night. Sure the man was not talkative, but he was a good enough distraction for him.

After so long of no one came in sqh decided to pass the mop, doing it lazily so as to not finish his job too quickly.

Then his favourite song on the radio came up and after a last look around sqh decided to sing along, dance with the mop and use it as a mic.

If it was going to be this boring he would have some fun. It wasn't the first time that he would sing badly along the late-night radio songs.

He got so into it that he even started dancing around, doing clicher and cheezy idol dances. He was really into it now.

Then he was nearly scared to death when he turned around and saw someone had come in and was now standing near the door looking at him. He was even more horrified when he realised it was his hot crush.

He could feel his face burning when he saw him clap for his little show, making him wish the ground could swallow him up right now. He ran back to his counter, abandoning his mop on the ground, crouching down to hide.

He felt like he was gonna die of embarrassment right now.

He heard the familiar footstep coming to the counter, the man (Mobei-jun he learned, at least if the name given was really his name) waiting patiently on the other side of the counter.

Sqh had nowhere to run and he needed to do his job, so he had no choice but to stand up.

He could still feel his cheek burning from what just happened, yet he tried acting as if nothing had happened. "I-Iced coffee, same as usual?" He asked, not daring to look at the man directly.

"Hm" the man replied, "and a piece of strawberry cheesecake, to eat here" he added. This surprised sqh, the man never order anything aside from an iced coffee.

He quickly went to take care of his order, being a bit generous with the slice of cake.

When he brought everything to the man he was surprised when the plate was pushed back toward him on the table. "For you," the mbj said at his confused expression, offering him a smile "for the little show of earlier".

Sqh blushed again, unsure what to do. He didn't feel like the man was mocking him, yet he couldn't really believe he was flirting either.

Mbj patted the seat next to him, showing him to sit down too. Sqh hesitated a little before sitting down to eat. He was a bit hungry actually "You are really cute" mbj said after a while, making him nearly choke, not expecting it.

"I don't think my dancing is cute," he said quietly, only for the man to shake his head.

"It was, you are really cute" he repeated.

Then he didn't really add more, letting him eat his slice of cake. Only when he was sure he was done did mbj stood up to leave.

It's only once sqh was cleaning up after he left did he noticed a note written on a napkin with a phone number. He was shocked by it, then blushed. There was no way this was real. Yet underneath was written "text me later cutie -mbj".

He couldn't believe he had gotten his crush number after such an embarrassing moment, but he couldn't be more happy. He spent all night giggling to himself.

Extra: mbj most likely texted lbh with a afterwards, leaving his friend to guess what this meant

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#tweet archive #svsss #scum villain self-saving system #moshang #mobei-jun #shang qinghua #modern au #barista shang qinghua #hot regular mobei-jun #fluff

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

... Long Story Imgine...

(( This is based on my dear friend @tokoyamisstuff story "Scandal", which is a "Loki x Reader" Story. She stopped writing it because of horrible people who pressured to continue writing. I think the idea is really amazing and I had a different approach for it.))

((Alot of OOC, and screw Odin he can never be redeemed in my eyes))

Loki was madly in love with one of the ladies of the court, Lady (Y/n). She was the daughter of the not so known Nobel family who roamed around the castle now and then to serve the Royal family.

The first time he met her was by coincidence, as she had sneaked into the library, which is only for the Royal family, but Loki being the "Understanding" person he is, he agreed to keep her secret, in hopes of using this information to blackmail her to do his bedding. But the more time he spent with her, the more his feelings changed towards her, he saw as a friend, then a partner in crime, then finally he fell in love hard.

Loki no longer felt jealousy towards Thor because he had all the attention and friendship he could want from Lady (Y/n). He no longer desired the throne of Asgard because he had the whole world in his arms when he wrapped them around his beloved. Nothing and no one else nattered as he took care of his Lady-wife throughout her pregnancy, making many promises on how he would be a great father for their child, talking of the many things he would teach them, and assuring his wife that he would "Never" teach their child how to prank, which they both know is not true.

The second Prince had everything he ever wanted and would need, his world was perfect, but it all came crushing down the day of the birth.

He refused to leave the room as his wife gave birth, wanting to add her through it. He did not expect the scream of terror that the midwife let out as she held the babe, almost dropping it, and as he looked upon the newborn, he understood why. The baby boy has blue skin and red eyes, the appearance of a frost giant. Shock went through him as he left the room, ignoring the calls of his wife, who pleaded him to come back, his mother who waited outside took his place in, confused by her son who ignored her as he left them.

Loki went to their shared room, where he finally allowed his emotions to get out and trash everything, tears of anger poured from his eyes as realisation settle in, that Lady (Y/n), his best friend, his love, had betrayed him him with a frost giant, he doesn't know how or when, but the evidence he saw coming out of her womb was proof enough.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was confused, scared, and sad. He doesn't understand why he child is a frost giant. She thought maybe her babe was cursed or maybe she ate something that she shouldn't have, but she couldn't ignore that the fact is still there, that this blue crying babe in her arms was her son. She called for Loki, wanting to see him to talk to him to assure him that she didn't commit the great sin of betraying her beloved husband. But the only one who came forward was Queen Frigga, who put magic around the babe so that (Y/n) can touch them without being harmed by his ice powers.

"I did not betray Loki, I swear it! Queen mother, please believe me! I love Loki too much to commit such a thing!"

"Don't worry, my child, I believe you."

When (Y/n) heard those words, she was a bit calm, confident that the Queen would find her husband and talk to him to come back to her so they can discuss what happened to their son. She didn't expect that the next time she would see Loki would be in a courst room, standing in front of Odin and other members of the Court, in a trial to judge her her for her "Betrayal" of not only her husband who was the second Prince of Asgard but also of the "Betrayal" of Asgard itself for if she was able to meet a frost giant to commit such sin, she must have been able to betray them in other ways.

"You are here by sentenced to be exiled from Asgard permanently."

"No! I did not betray anyone! Please, Loki, look at me! I never did that!" Loki looked away, his eyes filled with pain, she turned to Frigga. "Queen mother, please, you belive me-"

But Frigga only gave her a sorrowful look as she averted her eyes away in guilt. The only person who stood by her was Thor.

"Father, we have known Lady (Y/n) for centuries before she met my brother. She has always been a loyal and devoted subject of Asgard. I can not accept even the possibility of her betraying us. There must be another reason for the child to be-"

"SILENCE!" Odin booming voice, echoed throughout Asgard. "It is not up for discussion, for it is clear that she can not be trusted, not anymore."

"Then please punish me, not my son. He is but a babe and holds no blame."

"Don't worry, for you and your babe shall go to where you belong... in jotunheim."

"NO! PLEASE!!... LOKI!! LOKI PLEASE! YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER DO SICH A THING TO YOU!! PLEASE! HE IS OUT SON-"

Her words were cut off as Loki left the courtroom, refusing to meet her eyes as she was being dragged away by gaurds. The only person who wanted to act was Thor, who was held back by his mother. In the Bifrost bridge, Thor was able to wrap around her a heavy coat, hopping that it would keep her warm enough for they didn't even give her a chance to wear anything proper before her sentence.

In jotunheim, (Y/n) wondered for hours, walking around in hopes of finding anything or anyone that could help them. Hiding behind rocks when seeing beasts hunting. During that, almost half her fast as well ass her left arm was numb from frost bites she was sure parts of her skin broke from the heavy cold but she did not care as long as her son was safe. She was exhausted and just wanted to lay down and sleep, but she refused to succumb to it, but it wasn't until she saw a frost giant coming her away that his weapon held up at her demanding how and why she was there. The only thing she could do with her left eye now completely shut is to lift her son to him with her left arm shaking, barley being able to move it.

"P ..please.....mmm...m....my...my son...."

Then everything turned black.

When (Y/n) woke again, she felt warm, slolwy looking around she saw how she was covered in heavy furr, and in the middle of the room there was large controlled fire that kept the room warm. She was still in a daze that it took a while for her to realise that her body was bandaged, but when she came to her senses, the first thing she asked for was her son. Luckily, in the room with her, she was a female frost giant who looked a bit smaller and different than the first one she met. She assured her she was safe and even ordered to bring the child from nursery so she could hold him to calm her further. (Y/n) cried in relief as she saw her son sleeping peacefully.

She was so focused on her son that she didn't notice when Laufey came into the room to speak with her and know the origin of the babe in her arms.

"Now, tell me little one, how did you come here, and more importantly, where did you get him?" He said pointing to your son.

(Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid, but looking around her and at herself, she assured herself that he doesn't want to harm her, so she speaks. She speaks of her punishment, the reason behind it, of her husband, who turned her back on her.

"The Queen Frigga did nothing."

"Yes, she kept assuring me that my child was Loki's, but during the trial, she said nothing."

"Well, of course, Frigga does have a good heart, but she would hide away if it meant aiding her coward husband."

"What ... what do you mean?"

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you don't know the truth, nor does your husband know of his true origin. For your see, Loki is my son."

Seeing the confused and shocked look, the king explained and revealed the truth. Centuries ago, during the great was between Asgard and Jotunheim, his beloved Queen, who was from a tribe of smaller frost giants, was giving birth to their son, but unfortunately, she died during child birth. Consumed and blinded by his grief, the king left the child in an abandoned temple. However, when he came back to his senses and returned for the babe, he found the temple had fallen, and he assumed that his son had died in it.

"I never forgave myself, and refused to take another after her, I was just waiting for the time when I would go and meet them in the afterlife. But now here you are in front of me, holding a jotunheim babe, claiming it's your husband's who is the second prince."

"Are you....are you saying that...that Odin..."

"Odin probably found Loki when he was a babe, and instead of returning him to me, he kept him claiming him as his son."

"B... But why?!...why would he do that?? Why would he hide his origin from him?... Why would... my child...he was ready to kill me and my child to hide this secret. What would he do when Loki finds the truth, was he planning to keep it a secret his entire life?!"

"You have the right to feel this outrage towards him, Odin always puts his own interest before others. Unfortunately, I also don't know his reasons."

"......what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What will you do? Now that you know that....that your son is alive and that he lives on Asgard, not knowing the truth....That you have his wife...previous wife...with you here with his son, your grandson. What will you do?"

"....I heard stories of the woman who stole the heart of the god of mischief. I believe that he might come here searching for you."

"You mean for my corpse?" She replied bitterly. "He turned his back on me."

"He didn't know the truth."

"He didn't even give me a chance to speak to him. Even when Odin gave the sentence, he didn't even dare to show a hint of remorse or hesitation or even attempt for a lighter the sentence. He abandoned me... if he abandoned me like this without a question, that means he has always doubted me..."

"... if he did come for you, what would you want to happen?"

(Y/n) was shocked that Laufey was even giving her the free option on what to do, to the son he thought he lost no less. But she was still grateful that at least this king was giving her a chance, unlike Odin, who she followed blindly.

"I don't want to see him... Even if he found out the truth... he made his choices."

(Y/n)'s emotions were running high after giving birth, and immediately going through what she did would force her to make hasty action. But as she looked down at her son, whose skin changed colour after she touched him, she assumed it was Frigga's magic so she could touch her son without being affected, she understood that this was no longer about what's good for Loki but what is good for her son, and if it means to stay in Jotunheim to keep him safe from the horrors of Asgard so be it. She is no longer the wife of Loki Odinson but the mother of Liam Crown Prince of Jotunheim.

It was a month after the trial that Loki No longer could stand the hole that was left by his Lady-wife. He was too attached to her. He loved her so much. At first, he tried to force himself to forget her,reminding himself again and again of her infidelity, but then he didn't even care if she betrayed him or not, the sound of her cries for him hunted him every second of his existence, her tearful eyes hunted his dreams. He wanted her back. Even if it meant to be exiled with her, he did not care he just wanted his beloved (Y/n).

That's how he found himself standing in front of Laufey after being dragged by frost giants who found him roaming around their territory, looking for her.

"You have come a long way, Asgardian."

"Where is she?" Loki demanded not being intimidated by the Jotunheim king.

"Where is who?"

"My wife! She was here with an infant, where is she!"

"Ah, you mean the woman whom you left for death? No, I haven't. "

His words triggered Loki as he used his magic to teleport himself to be near Laufey enough to press his dagger against his neck.

"If you did as much as harm a hair on her head I will-"

His angry words were cut off as Laufey took hold of his wrist, and instead of his arm freezing to the bone, it was only his clothes that good shattered, but his arm was fine, that wasn't the only thing that shocked him as he saw his skin turn blue. When Loki pulled his arm away, the king let him go, and he watched as his blue skin slowly turned back. The Prince still looked shocked as his eyes looked from his arm back to Laufey.

"What kind of magic-"

"It is no magic of mine, but rather the magic of Asgard." Loki looked at him confused. "If you seek answers, I advise you to go to the all father for them."

Back on Asgard Loki goes immediately to the Vault to where the Casket is, not noticing that behind him was Odin, who knew of Loki's travel to Jotunheim and hurried after him after knowing of his return. Seeing him near the Casket terrified, he tried to stop him, but it was too late. Loki found the truth.

"Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me??

"You were an innocent child-"

"Oh, don't act like you care for the fate of an innocent infant now. You took me for a purpose. What was it?"

When Odin doesn't answer, Loki lost it.

"TELL ME!!"

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter."

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me."

"Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?"

"You are my son. My blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"Protect me? By hiding who i am from me, by allowing me to marry an amazing woman who you knew our children would be like me, and instead of telling me the truth then you decided to stay quite and tell lies of her being untrustworthy and disloyal to keep your image in front of your people. Why?because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night? You don't want Asgard to know you have a monster for a son?"

"Don't-"

"It all makes sense now. Why you favoured Thor all these years."

"Listen-"

"Because no matter how much you claim to "love" me, you could never have a Frost Giant for a son, or having his offspring running around and forced to claim them as grandchildren ,or even the chance of one of them sitting on the Throne of Asgard!"

During Odin's sleep, Loki was so consumed with rage and hatred that he planned to kill Thor so his "parents" could feel the same pain he felt. So he constructed a plan, he tricks Thor into taking the challenge of living as a Midgardian, leaving his hammer in Asgard to assure he won't cheat. And Thor does, and during his time there, after meeting jane and the others, Loki sends assassins and killer tools to end Thor.

In the end, Thor was safe. Seeing he is unable to kill, Thor Loki goes to try and Kill Odin himself, but he gets caught by his mother, who used her powers to stop him.

"Why would you do all this to your family, brother?"

"I am not your brother, and you are no family of mine, not after you tried to kill my own."

Thor was confused by everything, but Frigga understood, and she cried as she apologized profusely to Loki. But it was for no use as he escaped Asgard completely. After Odin was awake, he tried to swipe everything under the rug and claim that Loki simply went mad after the betrayal of his wife, but Frigga puts her foot down and tells the truth to everyone, of what happened, or Loki's origin, and how Lady (Y/n) was innocent.

After the news spread wide, Odin tried to save face by sending soldiers along with Thor to bring her back, only to be met with Laufey and his own soldiers trying to chase them away from Jotunheim. But Thor wouldn't budge, not after learning that she was with Laufey.

"Return who you took Laufey or else!"

"...."Who I took?"...if I remember correctly, it was you Asgardians who banished her and her newborn to my realm in the hopes for her and her child's end." He mocked the Prince, which only made him lift his hammer to fight until a voice called.

"Please do not taunt the prince your majesty, for he has short temper and might start a new war."

It was (Y/n) who came out from where she was hiding with handmaidens following shortly. But her face was covered with a hood, but it didn't make Thor any less happy to see and hear her again. He tried to come close, but the frost giants stopped him and (Y/n) allowed it.

"I'm not coming back to Asgard."

"...But ...but why?"

"Are you truly asking me why? After everything I went through?"

(Y/n) revealed her face and the sight hurt Thor. There were scars from the frostbites littering the left side of her face. Her left eye was stuck, being half lidded while the right eye could open and close normally.

"If it wasn't for King Laufey who added me in time, I would have died a long time ago along with my son. I know you mean well Thor, after all, you were the only one who came to my defence against your own father, but will not return to the king who punished me for a crime he knew I didn't commit, to a queen who turned a blind eye for the sake of her king.... and to a husband who turned his back on me on the first sign of doubt."

"Loki still loves you! He never forgot you!"

"He should because I hold no love for him anymore."

"...you...you don't mean that."

".....goodbye Thor." She turned and left, ignoring Thor's calls for her.

(( After the events of the Avengers and Loki being captured))

The only reason Loki took control of Thanos army is because he wanted to build a new world for (Y/n) and their son. A kingdom just for them, away from anyone that could harm them, a haven for his beloved family. It was all delusions caused by his time being tortured under the mad titan.

After his capture, Odin wanted nothing more than to just imprison Loki away but Frigga and Thor were there defending him.

"He tried to kill me."

"And you tried to kill (Y/n) along with thier son."

It was Thor who spoke this time. And reluctantly, Odin allowed loki to meet his mother and brother during his imprisonment. He didn't react to them at first at their attempt to speak with him. Even when his mother provided him with comfort he did not react, it wasn't until Thor mentioned (Y/n) that Loki finally not only looked at him but also spoke.

"You saw her?"

"Yes, I did"

"Where was she? Is she hurt? How is my son?" He threw one question after another.

He explained to him that she was in Jotunheim under King Laufey's protection, that she was well, aside from the scares, which he could see Loki physically flinch at the mention of them, feeling guilt that his love was hurt because of his rash actions.

"I need to see her."

"I'm afraid you can't brother."

"Then bring her to me, tell her that everyone knows now that doesn't need to hide away among the Jotunheims."

"You don't understand, brother. She is aware that everyone on Asgard knows the truth, including you... She just refused to return her, not after everything, including returning to you."

This broke Loki.

He refused to believe that she gave up on him, so he wrote a letter with many oages and gave it to Thor to give it to her personally. Only for his brother to return with the letter back not even opened. He tried again and again, not only letters but also sent Symbolic gifts that he hoped would ignite her love for him again and remind her of what they had.

The last gift he sent were Heliotrope flowers, the same flowers he gave her the day he asked for her hand. It was their thing to communicate through flower language, giving each other one flower that could explain their deepest feelings without having to speak it.

Loki prayed to the gods that she would accept it, but his hopes were shattered when Thor returned again, but this time, his head was down in shame, as he showed him the flowers but they weren't returned as they were like the previous gifts but were torn.

"She got really angry, and Laufey banished me out of Jotunheim. I can not return there even if I wanted to, I'm sorry, brother."

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was crying angry tears. The last gift felt like an insult. How dare he try to proclaim his "Eternal love" to her after hurting her so much. It hurt her receiving those gifts that only pained her as she remembered each memory they held in them, her memories when her and Loki were blindly in love, but the flowers were the last straw that broke her for they held the memory of what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

Laufey was enraged when he saw her cry, he come to care for (Y/n) as the daughter he never had. He first cared for only only because she was the mother of his grandson, but with time, she became more than just that, even declared her a princess of Jotunheim. So the princes to try and use those gifts to guilt trip her into returning was unforgivable.

And by his words, Asgard was completely cut off from Jotunheim.

For years, Loki was depressed. Dark thoughts filled his mind as he came to the realisation that he had lost everything. Thor and Frugga tried to cheer him up. They even went as far as forcing Odin to set him free to return to his old life, back to his freedom, but it only worsened his condition as people in the court started looking at him even more wearily than before becoming of his origin, his day to day life felt empty, and even his room who he used to hide in for comfort felt cold for the one who always comforted him was (Y/n) and she was gone.

One day, Haiemdal cane into the courtroom, saying how Laufey sent a massage. The mention of the King caught the attention of the royal family, especially Loki, who stood face to face to him.

"He said that he hopes that we will accept to renew the treaty between Asgard and Jotunheim."

"For what reason?" It was Odin who asked, and as much as everyone wanted to scold him for doubting a peace offering, they also we curious of the reason.

"It appears that the crown prince Liam wishes to know his father."

Those words made Loki cry with joy. His son wanted to meet and come to him. Such news made everyone at high alert. Many preparations were done to welcome the prince. They prepared a room filled with everything a boy his age might enjoy. They prepared a feast just for him, and many more things that the prince might find enjoyable. A bug celebration just for him.

Loki, Thor, and Frigga were in the middle of the rainbow bridge waiting patiently. Loki wanted to wait inside the bifrost by Frigga, which forced him against it, for they didn't know what reaction they would get. Once the bifrost stopped working, they could see coming out of it were few frost giants who stood gaurd as they shielded who was coming behind them. Loki was nervous as he knew very well who they were shielding. He fixed himself and stood straight as the gaurds finally came to a stop and moved away to make way for another frost giant who was smaller than them, but this one was special as he carried none other than princess (Y/n), whose face was covered with a heavy hood. The frost giant knelt down so she would be able to come down.

"Welcome, (Y/n), I am happy to see you well again."

"...Queen Frigga." She replied simply with a nod, her voice nonchalant.

Hearing her voice again made Loki weak on the knees. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and hold her in his arms as he apologized against and again, begging her to return to him. But he stayed quite not trusting his voice.

"Sister! I'm really happy to see you again! Please come we made quite the feast for you both, come and let me tell you of my adventures in midgard."

"That won't be necessary as I will not be staying here."

"You won't?" Asked Frigga with sorrowful look.

"No, I won't." (Y/n) started. "As I said last time, I won't be stepping in Asgard ever again. The only reason I am here to see MY son off and to assure his safety."

Loki flinched at the emphasis.

"M..my love-"

"Don't you even dare."

That made Loki flinched again at her harsh tone.

"I am no longer an Asgardian... nor am I your wife..."

"No, you will always be much more than that."

At those words (Y/n), finally let down her hood, allowing Loki and Frigga to see the scars that Thor spoke them off and that made guilt erupt in Loki as he unknowingly moved forward wanting to examine the scars, to kiss them and comfort his beloved, only to be blocked by frost giants who used his weapon to stop him. But (Y/n) was still visible, and he could see the deep frown she had as she looked at him before turning away.

"Liam, you can come now sweetheart."

From the back, a small figure came forward, and Odin's family eyes widened in awe at what they saw. Standing there was a boy who looked 12 years of age, he looked at the spitting image of Loki aside from a few features of (Y/n).

Liam looked at them with equal awe, but his eyes focused on the prince in green. When he was young, he was always curious about who his father was. He never lacked a father figure as his grandfather filled that role perfectly, but there was always something that he longed for. So a few months ago, when he finally asked his mother of who his father was, (Y/n) didn't want to make the same mistake that Odin made and told him everything.

"I might not hold the same feelings I had in the past... but I know that he still cares for you deeply, so don't let our reasons for separation hold you back to what you want. If you wish to meet him, then I am all for it."

Liam was hesitant at first, but after a conversation with his grandfather, Liam decided that he wanted to meet Loki, so that he can decide whether he wants to continue to have him in his life or cut him off like his mother did.

Liam ran to his mother and hugged her, causing her to giggle as she hugged him back. Loki's heart melted at the scene, wanting to join the hug. Liam turned to Loki and walked up to him, forna second Loki thought that his son wanted to hug him too only to be met with a raised hand.

"Hello, my name is Liam (Y/n)son, crown prince of Jotunheim, and from what I am told your son."

He chuckled at his own joke, making Loki smile proudly at him as he held his hand for a shake. When their hands touched, their skin started to change to blue. Loki was silently horrified as he never accepted his Jotunheim self, unlike Liam, who only chuckled as he let go of his father's hand.

"Sorry, the spell always breaks when I touch other Jotunheims."

Loki's skin turned back to normal, but Liam's stayed the same, which confused not only Loki but also Frigga and Thor. So (Y/n) stepped in to explain as she wrapped her around around her son.

"Liam has control over his appearance. He can switch from Asgardian to Jotunheim."

"My Asgardian appearance is just an illusion. I will always be a Jotunheim."

Liam proclaimed proudly, having no issues with his Jotunheim appearance, unlike Loki, who gave a weary look, not knowing how he should feel.

"Liam, why don't you go and .ake sure you have everything." When her son left back to his luggage (Y/n) to Loki and gave his a warning. "The only reason I am allowing this is because Liam deserves to make his own decisions, and I'll support him through. But I'm warning you, Odinson, and to those who hear me that if ANY harm comes to my son from ANYONE or ANYTHING, I will personally make you regret your existence. Am I understood?"

"O..Of course my lov- I mean your highness." He corrected himself when he saw her frown deepen.

Before leaving, (Y/n) hugged her son goodbye before going back to the frost giant who carried and left, leaving 2 frost giant gaurds to protect the crown prince, proving further that she doesn't trust them.

"Why is the frost Giant carrying her everywhere?" Asked Thor.

"My mother can't walk long distances." Liam hesitantly explained. "Because she was in Jotunheim's cold, not properly protected her muscles and bones aren't that strong, the healer says the only reason she is still able to walk was because she kept moving."

Images of (Y/n) fighting the cold weather with their son in her arms hunted Loki, imagining all the worst ways that she might have suffered because of him, feeling dread creeping on him as his breaths quickened slowly and so did his heart rate. But hearing his son call him pulled him out before it can consume him again.

As he looked down at Liam, Loki swore that not only would he be a great father to him but also to try and win (Y/n)'s heart again so his son may get the loving family that he deserves. As they made their way to Asgard, he started thinking of all those ways that he could tempt Liam with to stay more with him and hoping it would also persuade (Y/n) to come back.

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I couldn't sleep until I could write this. This is one of my long imagines. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry that the timeliness doesn't make sense.

#loki x reader #jotun loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #I wrote this instead of sleeping

[zozo-01]

"this chain will never end (but i'll fucking try)."

Well... umm... this one's a lot. A bit of a vent piece and I won't lie and say I didn't tear up at some parts. But what better way to cope than me writing? So here we are.

[Shoutout to @taelonsamada and @dominimoonbeam for being scared when I said I thought of some HuxDami angst that made me cry. I promise this one's got a bit more comfort than the IRL version of this story.]

CW: Dealing with an unaccepting parent of the LGBTQ+ child, Damien displaying signs of disordered eating, Sophia is implied to be an immigrant (which makes Dames a second gen immigrant), Both are implied to be POC but can be interpreted otherwise, Zozo dumping onto Damien

click here for the AO3 link!!!

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For a man as disciplined and structured as Damien, there were only a few rules that he keeps near and dear to his heart. Your best is never enough, you can always do better. Even at your worst moments, you must find a way through. Failure is never an option.

(It��s funny, Damien realizes. Any time he would repeat the rules in his head, it was never his voice, but his mother’s. He doesn’t remember when she embedded those ideas into him, or maybe he inherited through her blood.)

His favourite rule, and the one he finds himself going back to the most is ‘out of sight, out of mind’. He often finds himself caught up in the minute details, so it’s imperative for him to remember that if it’s not in his immediate vicinity, he shouldn’t worry much about it. Besides, he likes the line itself.  It’s catchy, it’s simple and can be applied to many situations. And Damien does love it when things are efficient and effective. 

It can be applied to that time he had gotten a subpar grade on an exam. It had been crushing. He spent hours and blood and tears to study, only to fail in the end. His heart had turned into a void, mind leaving his body. Had he eaten anything the night before, it would have been on the floor in front of him. Was this a violent reaction to something as trivial as a bad grade? Maybe. But Damien would not- could not accept failure. So when he fails, his body would rather twist itself inside out than to accept that reality. 

(His mother’s reaction was particularly crushing. She wasn’t mad, just disappointed, and that might have been even worse than any verbal abuse he’s suffered at her hand.) 

Instead of wallowing in his own failures, he swallowed his pain and worked harder. He burned the exam paper, deleted the email. Anything that reminded him of that shitty mark, he destroyed. Now that the monster was gone, he can now focus on the next exam. If his nose wasn’t in a book, frantically scribbling down all the information he needed to absorb, then he was in the field, applying his knowledge to his magic. Making it brighter, hotter, better. 

Even on the days he was grasping on straws, where his fire couldn’t even spark embers, he found something, anything, to keep going. And on days when his setbacks creep back to haunt him, he finds a way to keep it off his mind.

(His mother’s words were a good motivator and reminder. “You are my son, Damien. You do not fail. Do better next time.” Because there was always a next time. There had to be.)

When the second round of grades came around, and the professor congratulated Damien for his improvement, he simply scoffed. “This is nothing to congratulate me for, Professor. This is the bare minimum I expect of myself.” This was his normal, it had to be.

It didn’t matter that Huxley had found Damien passed out on the training fields on more than one occasion. Or that Lasko thought that he was a zombie when the young fire elemental walked into his class. Or that the only reason he ate during those few weeks was because Gavin and Freelancer would force food and water down his throat.

Nothing mattered except his perfection, and forgetting about his own pain had helped with that.

(His mother was satisfied with his academic excellence after his lack of success. Not happy or proud or impressed, just… satisfied. “This is what I expect from you, Damien. Maintain this level from here on out.” From just that, it sounds like Sophia is a horrible woman, not even acknowledging her son’s triumph through pain, but Damien swears that if you heard her say it, you can hear a flicker of pride in her voice. He’ll never know, but the chance that his mother was happy with him is enough to keep pushing on. His mom is not a bad person.)

(She was happy with her son, but she will never tell him.)

His favourite rule had also helped when it came to his mother’s political career. 

As within most families, Damien and Sophia had their ideological differences. Damien had always been a little radical when it came to the discrimination within the empowered world. On the other hand, Sophia thoroughly believed that if she plays by the rules of the systems in place, she’ll be able to do more good than harm. They both had the good of the public in mind, but their methods of achieving their shared dream couldn’t be any more different. 

When it comes to people with such different perspectives, there should have been arguments, maybe some screaming if one or both sides couldn’t convey their points properly. But that never happened in their household. There were tense dinners and words that wanted to be said, only for silence to follow.

For as long as he can remember, Damien and his mother never really talked about disagreements. It had always been Sophia telling Damien something, an order, a fact, a plan or whatever, with such sureness that Damien thought she took her own word for Gospel. Whether he vehemently disagreed with what she said, wanting to pick apart her arguments to prove that she’s wrong, it didn’t matter. Damien would bite his lip and hold his tongue. He nodded in agreement with what his mother said, because he’d rather burn himself alive with his own fire than feel the wrath of his mother’s flames. (And nothing pained him more than the burn of Sophia’s disapproval.) 

That’s where ‘out of sight, out of mind’ had also kicked in. He would bury his mother’s beliefs so deep within his brain, that he would forget they ever existed. Part of it so that he can pretend to be the perfect son that she wanted. (Though Damien doesn’t ever know if he’ll be that. He’s long accepted that he wouldn’t be what she wants.) The other part was to remind himself that while maybe his mother's truths were outdated, they didn’t make her a bad person. That was what she was raised with. (Was beat with.) 

His mom wasn’t a bad person. (Accepting that meant accepting his own pain, something he kept far into the rearview mirror.)

But she made it hard for him to forget that.

“Oh, I don’t mind them, I know many people who belong to that community. I just wish they stopped shoving it down our faces. Don’t you agree, Damien?”

He smiled, a forced, pained smile, but one that was enough to placate his mother. Against his own will, Damien nodded to his mother’s words, not wanting to create a scene in the middle of the ballroom. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, to verbally agree with her. Especially with his own growing feelings.

Shortly after the Inversion (or it may have been the catalyst), Damien had fostered feelings for his best friend. The kind earth elemental that has been nothing caring towards him, even when he didn’t deserve it. At night, he fantasizes about the places he’d take him out to. Or the activities Huxley would have planned for him. Or the feeling of his arms around him, holding him close to his chest. Or the way Huxley’s hands would trail over his body, slipping under his pants to grab his-

He shook his head. He didn’t need to think about Huxley’s hands jerking him off. Though that would be better than being in this stuffy gala with these stuffy clothes.

 (Now that he thinks about it, he wonders how good Huxley would look in a suit and tie… Did it get hotter in here or was it just him?)

There had been days where his love for the man would burst out of his chest, threatening to burn himself alive the same way his flames incinerated anything in its path. And in those moments, Damien wondered if he could go to his mother to talk about it. Maybe she can offer some perspective? Maybe comfort that Damien would make it out of this crush alive, whether that be with or without Huxley.

That comment from Sophia had reminded him why he would never do that. 

Just like he destroyed any remnants of failure so that he wouldn't agonize over it, his mother’s view over those who loved differently firmly fell into that category as well. He tried, really he does, to not think about the snide comments and disproving gaze whenever a rainbow flag had come into view. But Sophia loved to remind him (albeit without meaning too) about her very wrong opinions about the community.

Did she know that everything that she said, that she felt, would also apply to him?

If she knew that Damien was one of the “heathens” that she often finds herself mocking in private, would it change her mind? Would she let go of all of her prejudices that she held so deeply? Accept her son and Huxley for who they were and support them no matter what? 

When he wasn’t confronted head on with Sophia disdain, he can pretend that he’d have the perfect coming out story. He would sit her down at the dinner table, with a home cooked meal that he put his soul into. He was thinking it would be a dish from his mother’s home country. His palms would be sweating and posture tense. He’d be nervous, obviously. He didn’t know what his mother’s reaction would be to his greatest secret. Disgust? Joy? Indifference? He didn’t know and that terrified him.

His mother would ask him if anything happened at school, since that’s the only topic that she could think of that may bring this amount of strife to her son. She’d question if it had been a student or a professor messing with him, offering to use her position as a magistrate to ‘deal’ with the issue.

(Ain’t it funny how a mother will walk through hell for her son without a second thought, but accepting him for who he loves is what she finds difficult?) 

Damien would decline, both the inquisition and the offer. No one was bothering, nor was there any reason for his mother to use her power like that.

Sophia with a puzzled face, would ask what was wrong. It would cause Damien to take a deep breath, opening his mouth and revealing the secret he buried in his soul. 

And she would smile and give him a hug. Because she was his mother and would love him no matter what, accepting him with open arms.

“Son, you never have to hide this part of yourself. I will love you and your partner no matter who they are.”

That was the unconditional love of a mother that he was raised seeing on TV, and even if his mother wasn’t as loving, she would still welcome him into her heart, right?

But deep down, despite the numerous leaps in logic that he took and the truth he buried deep within him, Damien knew what her reaction would be. Why confess a secret if it puts your life in danger? Why confess a secret, only to be met with hatred, or worse, disappointment?

Damien’s heart dropped, the familiar pit returning at the same realization that he made when he was a child. That there would never be a scenario or a universe where Sophia won’t loathe him for being different. It’s a freight train he tries to forget that exists, but forgetting could never truly get rid of it. 

He shook himself out of his thoughts, and with a closed lipped smile, he asked his mother to leave for a breath of fresh air. She allowed it, and Damien sped out of the stuffy room, away from his mother’s intolerance looming over him.

Thankfully, he was far enough away from the main room for his tears to not embarrass himself nor taint his mother’s reputation. Even during moments of weakness, he had his mother’s image to maintain.

His rage flowed through as quickly as the tears dripping from his green eyes. Why on earth, after coming to terms with this sad fact years ago, did it douse his fire when he heard Sophia’s disapproval? Why couldn’t he let go of the childish notion that mother’s love is unconditional because it clearly isn’t? Why couldn’t his mom just love him like she promised to?

He’s had years to come to terms with this.

But it hurts. It fucking hurts and he wants to be held and told that he’s not broken or disgusting for loving who he loves and just feel the warmth of his mother’s hug and-

A ring from his phone brought him back from his spiral, and he looked to see that it was a phone call from Huxley. He answered once he cleared his throat, not wanting to worry his friend with his nonsensical crying.

“Hello?”

“Hey dude! Are you still at your mom’s work gala?”

He winced at the mention of his mother, thankful that the earth elemental couldn’t see his physical reactions. “Yea, but it’s almost over.”

“Awesome! Also, Gavin wanted to ask if you’re still down to go to that drag show this Friday?”

Gavin and his partner invited the rest of them to a drag show done by an old friend of his. Damien accepted of course, wanting to have a good time yes, but also because he’s never been to one. Rarely did Damien feel like he belonged in the room, even within his own family, but perhaps he could at the show, surrounded by friends. 

“Of course I’ll be there.” Damien saw the message from his mom, telling him that they’ll be heading back to their place now. “I got to go, but I’ll talk later.”

“Alright dude, see you soon!”

He said his goodbyes and walked back to the main room, trying to calm his beating heart before Sophia asked what had happened. But at least the dread that filled his body was replaced with excitement and joy.

Maybe, just maybe, Damien will find acceptance, a home, with the new friends he called family.

(Sophia saw her son walking back inside, smiling with a pep in his step. It was an unfamiliar motion from him and she wanted to know what had happened. She kept that question to herself though, knowing that he wouldn’t get an answer. When did the distance between her and Damien get so far that he doesn’t go to her anymore? Where had the days gone when he would tell her everything?)

(Had she done something to make Damien feel unsafe to go to her?)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #tw homophobia #tw eating issues #please let me know if i forget to add a tag #this ones a vent piece and please keep all sympathy out of my inbox or notes #if you want to check up on me or what not please just dm me #i really dont deal well with that #projecting my mommy issues in damien <3333333333 #hehehe that tag makes me laughhh #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[lythea-creation]

Brighten My World - Tasneem x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: grieving

word count: 1.121

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Before Tasneem had become my girlfriend she had kept me a secret. She would only meet me at school when nobody was around. Her friends had had no idea that we were even interacting at all.

But now it had all changed. They all did not know the whole truth because we had decided to wait a bit longer to tell anyone about our kind of relationship. But Tasneem was trying to integrate me in her friend group.

“Have you taken in a stray?”, was Hiba's first reaction when Tasneem had introduced me to her friends.

“Shut it, Hiba”, Tasneem shot back angrily. “I won't let it slip if you try to pull her down.”

“Woah! What's gotten into you? First Sarah and now that freak? What are you trying to accomplish? Improving your status by taking in outcasts? Is Shams next then?”, Hiba mocked her.

“You know what? Forget it!”, Tasneem exclaimed and pulled me away from then.

I could feel Hiba's eyes boring into my back.

“I'm sorry, (f/n). I should have expected Hiba to act out. If I had known it, I wouldn't have tried in the first place”, Tasneem stated. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it”, I brushed it off.

“Please don't lie to me, okay? You don't have to pretend around me”, she assured me.

We were coming to a hold between two buildings, a corridor where barely any students came by.

Tasneem was still holding my hand, waiting for a reply.

“Of course it always hurts a bit to be rejected. But I didn't really hope for anything. So it doesn't bother me too much”, I explained.

“You shouldn't stop hoping for good things to happen, (f/n)”, Tasneem considered.

“Yeah, I know”, I admitted. “After all you're the best reminder that there's still hope. I guess it's just a bad habit I picked up.”

Tasneem sent me a sympathetic smile.

“Speaking of bad habits … have you finally talked to your mom about seeing a therapist?”, I wondered.

Her body language was answer enough.

“Tasneem, you need to work through it all. I can only help you so much and you never know when I'm not around anymore”, I remarked.

“Why? Are you planning to leave me already?”, she worried.

“Of course not”, I reassured her. “Sometimes you don't have a choice though.”

“That's not the first time you're saying that”, she recalled. “Why are you worrying about that so much?”

“It's my thing I have to deal with”, I alluded.

The ringing of the school bell signaled the end of the break before we could deepen the topic. I did not know if I should curse or thank it as this conversation was just as tough as it was inevitable if I wanted to build a trustful relationship with Tasneem.

After school I was visiting Tasneem again. Her mom was not even questioning my presence anymore, already expecting me to join them for dinner.

Shortly after entering Tasneem's room we ended up on her bed in a make-out session, hoping that her mom would not walk in on us.

When we were both too exhausted to continue we switched over to cuddling.

“Do you wanna tell me now? About the thing that's hurting you so much?”, Tasneem questioned.

“I haven't worked through it yet. The last time I tried to tell you I broke down crying”, I reminded her.

“I wouldn't mind comforting you”, she noted. “But you don't have to tell me if you don't feel ready for it.”

Tasneem was caressing my cheek with her hand, a gesture that was relaxing me to no end.

“What if it makes you uncomfortable?”, I considered.

“Why should it?”

“It's about the last person I had a crush on, my first love”, I confessed.

She took a deep breath. “You lost her?”

I nodded slightly, holding onto her other hand for support.

“I was too scared to tell her. And now I never will. That was the only reason why I was able to gather the courage to tell you about my feelings for you”, I proposed.

“And why you're always afraid that we won't stay together as well”, she concluded.

“Yeah”, I whispered.

Silent tears were running down my cheeks. But with Tasneem still caressing my cheek and having her to hold onto, I could hold it in check. Stop it from paralyzing me again.

“It was Layan”, I enlightened her.

Tasneem gasped at the revelation. Now I could see tears in her eyes as well.

“She was the closest person I had and Rania, her best friend, told me that Layan loved me, too. But Layan didn't want to admit it to herself. So she tried to be with someone else, which killed her in the end”, I declared.

My crying was getting stronger the more I was talking. I was choking on some words, but continued anyway: “If I had just told her, she might still be alive. It feels like it's all my fault.”

Now I could not control the sobs anymore.

Tasneem switched over to holding me in a tight embrace, until my crying settled down again.

“I'm so sorry you have to endure all of this”, she whispered. “I wish I could make it better.”

“You are”, I uttered, clinging even more to her.

We stayed like that for a while, my breathing regulating itself.

Tasneem placed a kiss on my head. “I love you”, she proposed.

“I love you, too”, I mumbled into her chest. “Thank you for wanting to be with me.”

“You were the one who started helping me first, remember?”

“Doesn't matter”, I pointed out. “That doesn't oblige you to be my girlfriend.”

“True”, she stated. “But that made me get to know and love you. It's awful what happened with Layan, but it isn't your fault that she made the wrong decisions or her brother in that matter. And even if you feel guilty about it, it made you save me.”

“I never thought about it like that”, I admitted.

“What do you think about going out and enjoying ourselves a bit? We don't have to if you're too exhausted or not in the mood for it. But I think it might help”, Tasneem suggested.

“I wanna do what makes you happy. Seeing you smile always cheers me up”, I proclaimed.

Ironically my words caused her to smile at me.

“That won't be hard then”, she supposed and pulled me up with her.

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Next Chapter

This story is ripping my heart out in the best way. I'm feeling so lucky to get to write it. I hope you like it, too.

Btw I somehow turned this oneshot into a series. I've already written chapter 3 as well. I didn't plan it. It just happened. But I'm glad it did.

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