#wish I was close to one of his friends so I could ask

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Covering the Classics Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Confronting Kevin in California should have made Anna feel like she had the advantage, but nothing with him ever went to plan. As soon as Bob encounters Anna's husband for himself, he knows something isn't quite right.

Warnings: Angst, Kevin is a dick, bruises on Anna's arm, adult language, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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"Did you delete her number yet?" Nat asked as she lifted her helmet and Bob's off of the shelf in the hangar where their gear was stored when they weren't flying. "Or are you trying to prolong the pain like some sort of sadistic artist?"

Bob flinched at her words, because she hit a little too close to home for his liking. It wasn't that he wanted to be missing Anna like this, but he had been writing a lot of poetry about her. He couldn't help himself. He hadn't posted any since the one about his bookshelf, but that didn't mean his computer wasn't full of it.

"I'm not trying to prolong the pain," he told his friend with a grimace. "I don't know what I'm doing."

She shoved his helmet down onto his head and told him, "I know she threw you for a loop, but either delete her number or give her another chance. Don't sit in this annoying gray area. I don't know why you guys insist on doing that shit. I tried for ten years to get Bradley to contact his wife, but he just flounced around in the gray area like an idiot instead. Don't be like him," she said firmly, pointing to where Bradley was looking down at his phone with a dopey smile on his face. He was almost definitely texting his wife if he looked like that.

Bob sighed. "Nat, I don't know if she wants me to give her another chance right now. She said she's going to deal with her husband, but I think she needs time."

Nat rolled her eyes and held her hands up in the air. "Why don't you," she said, waving her fingers like she was performing magic, "talk to her again?!"

Bob pulled his helmet off again, saying, "What would you suggest I say? She already knows I've had feelings for her for months. There's just a point where it becomes too much."

"You could tell her that even though it blew up in your face, she's the best lay of your life." Bob immediately wished he hadn't told her that. "Or that you'll still be around after she figures her shit out. I think the ball is in your court."

He was still blushing furiously and nowhere closer to knowing what he should be doing when they all got called to the tower, but he did smile when Nat snapped at Bradley to put his phone away. She probably needed to get laid more than Bob ever did.

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The bus ride from San Diego to Carlsbad shouldn't take an hour and a half when it would take barely forty minutes to drive yourself. Not for the first time, Anna wished she had a car in California. That way she could get to Kevin faster. Kevin. Fucking Kevin. The man who was the reason she didn't have a car in California.

She needed to stay calm. If she could catch him while his guard was down and convince him to just sign the paperwork, she would be golden. But every time she thought about seeing his face, she started to panic. She had seen nothing except kind faces for months. The faces of her friends. The faces of her students. Bob's beautiful blue eyes always seemed to look at her with a smile behind them. Even now, after she met up with him for a little bit at the bookstore, his eyes were kind.

Her hands shook slightly. She needed to deal with Kevin so she could move on and never have to see him again. Then she could work on getting back to the people who didn't look at her like she was worthless. When the bus finally fought its way through traffic and made a stop near the hotel where the conference was being held, she sprinted down the steps and up the block. She had already memorized the map and knew she needed to find the grand ballroom, but when she got to the upscale hotel, she was sweaty and panting for breath, and even the doorman was looking at her skeptically as she slipped inside.

The lobby was crowded enough that she padded her way across the marble floor in her beat up sneakers, blending in well enough with the others. Signs for the National Neurological Physicians Association conference were plastered all over the place, and she had to keep from rolling her eyes. It was laughable that physicians from all over would come here to listen to Kevin blathering on and on about his specialty area of study. But when Anna paused to really think about it for a second, something close to cold fury started flowing through her veins, because she was the one who paid for that for him. She was the reason he was a speaker at this massive conference in the first place.

With renewed purpose, she picked up her pace and turned right past the elevator bank, following the signs that led her toward several people in monogrammed lab coats. The ballroom was in sight, and she was ready to push through the double doors when one of the men in a lab coat popped up in front of her. 

"Not so fast," he said, a forced smile plastered on his face. "You're late for the introductory speakers, and you haven't signed in yet."

"Oh," she said, scrambling to push her bag up on her shoulder. "Right." When he gestured toward a long table with some unclaimed name badges and information booklets, Anna's heart skipped a beat. She took a step closer, praying nobody would ask her for any sort of identification, and reached for the badge that said Dr. Angela Harmon, MD. She clipped it onto her shirt, realizing she was terribly under dressed to even try to pull this off, and then she picked up the booklet with Dr. Harmon's name on it as well. "Is this all I need?" she asked, tapping the name badge and praying this random woman didn't decide to show up right now.

With a nod, the man said, "Please try to find a seat at the back to keep disruption to a minimum. I believe Dr. Webber is still speaking, and you know how excited we all are to have him here."

Anna had to bite down on the inside of her cheek and take a deep breath before she could say, "So excited," through clenched teeth. "I wouldn't dream of being disruptive."

"Of course not," he agreed, finally smiling kindly. "Enjoy the conference, Dr. Harmon."

Carefully and as quietly as she could, Anna entered the ballroom to find hundreds of people sitting in rows of chairs listening to her worthless husband giving a presentation in a three piece suit. 

"But we already know recent attempts to update computational axial tomography are largely like someone trying to reinvent the wheel," he said with a charming smile, and the room hummed with amused laughter like everyone was in on some sort of inside joke. Anna's skin crawled as she carefully took a seat in the last row, praying Kevin hadn't seen her yet. If he was this well known and well regarded in his field, then he didn't need money from her manuscript. He was simply holding onto it to be an ass.

She had to listen to him for twenty more minutes after that. Nineteen too long in her book. His voice sounded light and carefree, and his smile was handsome and unassuming. Frankly he was putting on some sort of persona, and it was nothing like she was used to. But it wasn't until he started on a short presentation that Anna's attention was piqued, because it was then that she saw he was using the laptop that they used to share. The one she used to type up her book.

A soft sound escaped her as she stared longingly at it, wondering if her work was still there. He slammed the computer shut, and she was jolted back to reality as he said, "Once again, thank you all for being here for the next week. We have so many groundbreaking topics to learn about and some of the most renowned research physicians in the country sharing their expertise with us. Let's take a quick break and then dive right into new MRI techniques with Dr. Nunez."

There was an immediate round of applause, and Anna jumped to her feet, heart pounding so hard, it was making her nauseous. When she headed toward his cocky, smiling face, she realized Kevin was already surrounded by colleagues, shaking hands and laughing. And that was when he spotted her. They'd been on the phone just a handful of hours ago, but he looked shocked to see her here. She watched his sharp, gray eyes narrow in on her with a spiteful glare before he smoothed out his features into something neutral. And that's when she came to terms with the fact that he would know she was living in southern California. That's when she knew she needed to make this work.

"Anna," he said with absolutely no emotion as she cut in front of the person he was talking to. "What are you doing here?"

She swallowed hard, imagining Bob and her two friends were with her, urging her on, cheering for her to fix this. "I have something for you to sign," she told him as her voice shook. She took a step closer as she reached into her bag to pull out the folded paperwork and a pen.

"No," he practically growled under his breath, trying not to draw more attention to himself. "Why are you doing this here? I'm a little busy."

Anna wanted to laugh in his face. She was a little busy trying to get on with her stupid life, but that didn't stop him from disrupting her mission every day. "Just sign the divorce papers, Kevin," she demanded, but she sounded like a child even to her own ears. His eyes flashed with so much anger, she could barely breathe with him this close to her. He was built similarly to Bob, which was a frightening realization. Where Kevin always used his size as an intimidation tactic, Bob had never done that to her. She always felt safe around him. Right now she felt very unsafe around Kevin, even though they were literally in the midst of a crowd of people.

"Just sign it," she whispered, trying to push the document into his solid chest. It was unbelievable that at one time, she was in love with this man. It was crazy to think about how he used to tell her he loved her too. "Please, Kevin." He looked so angry right now, and Anna felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in fear as the people behind her started whispering.

"Who is this woman? That's not Alyssa."

"Did she say divorce? Isn't he married to that other physician? The pregnant one?"

So Alyssa was pregnant. And nobody here even knew about Anna. It was like she didn't even exist. Like she had never existed to her husband. A mortifying little sob bubbled free from the back of her throat, and she looked up at Kevin as he said, "Let's take a little walk."

His hand closed around her bicep, and Anna wanted to yelp as he pulled her up onto the stage, past the podium, where nobody else would be able to hear them. The laptop was right there, and she considered trying to take it, but she'd never make it out of the hotel let alone back to her apartment with it. Instead she tripped along next to him until he had her where he wanted her.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he snarled. "Were you always this stupid? Or have you gotten worse?"

"Come on, Kevin," she pleaded, and he finally released her throbbing arm. "You don't need it. Look how well you're doing. You don't need my book."

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair as if he was trying his hardest to keep his composure. "You think you can come here and embarrass me in front of my peers? Mentioning our marriage like we still have one when you moved away?"

Her fist clenched at her side. "Our marriage didn't fall apart because I left," she hissed under her breath. "It fell apart because of you. And now your mistress is pregnant?"

Kevin sighed. "I understand that you're jealous, Anna. I really do, but I'm not signing anything for you."

She clenched and unclenched her fist. The desire to punch him in the face was so strong as her other hand shook with the papers grasped between her fingers. She was far from jealous, and he knew it. He wanted to get a rise out of her because he felt cornered. "I don't care what these people think about me," she whispered. "But you do. So just sign it."

He stood before her, tall and broad with his jaw set as he said, "There is no way in hell you have what it takes to intimidate me. Now get the fuck out of here, or I will have security remove you from the hotel for disrupting the conference."

She knew she didn't have any other choice. If she somehow got herself in trouble for being here, she didn't have the money to spend on more legal help. So she took a step backwards just as Kevin's hand flew up to pull the name badge from her shirt. "And you're obviously not Dr. Harmon. She has enormous tits, and I fucked her last year in Toronto. Now go." 

Twenty minutes later, Anna was back on the bus heading south toward San Diego, empty handed with tears in her eyes and a bruised arm.

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"What happened to your pretty girlfriend?"

Bob looked up from his phone as he walked up his porch steps after a long run on Monday evening. He hadn't been sleeping well, debating reaching out to Anna again, and he was hoping the run would tire him out. But he should have known Suzanne would have her door open and her game shows blaring at this hour.

"Hi, Suzanne," he said, wishing he could just duck inside his own place without having to chat with her.

"I haven't seen her again in weeks."

Bob sighed and tipped his head back. "She's not my girlfriend. She never was."

"Not with that attitude," his neighbor mused under her breath.

"You have a good night, Suzanne." Bob swatted Sylvester away from his front door before heading inside and up to take a shower. He thought about Anna as he ran his soapy hands along his body. He tried not to, but she was on his mind a lot. When he climbed into bed, his skin felt too hot. He opened the window to let the late fall air in, but it did nothing to help him. He wanted to see her, even just to make sure she was still okay.

He reached for his phone, typed up a text, and then deleted it. "You sound so desperate for her," he groaned, trying again. But again he had to delete it rather than send it. Finally he settled on something simple.

Hey, I've been craving some peanuts from Chippy's. Feel like joining me for a bit tomorrow?

It sounded neutral enough. If she said no, he'd ask Jessica to make sure the ladies were checking in on her. If she said yes, then Bob could see with his own eyes if she was okay. He would also get to see with his own eyes how fucking beautiful she was, but that didn't matter as much, honestly.

He was just slipping into a daydream where Anna's husband divorced her tomorrow and never left the state of New Jersey again when his phone vibrated on his nightstand.

Anna Webber: Peanuts from Chippy's sound heavenly right now. I would love to join you for a little bit.

He exhaled as the cooler air finally met his skin, and he pulled his sheet over himself after he promised to meet her there.

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Before she went down to the quad with her lunch bag, Anna adjusted her cardigan. She knew her sleeve was covering his bruised arm, but she felt naked all morning during her lectures anyway. She felt like her skin and the inside of her brain were on full display for everyone. She wondered when Alyssa was due. She wondered if Kevin slept with Dr. Harmon when he was in Toronto last June or last October. Perhaps both. She wondered how someone who was so full of shit could keep coming out ahead of her.

"Anna!"

At least her friends were still faithfully waiting for her at the weird looking tree. And at least Bob was making it a point to let her know she was welcome around him. She could hardly wait to go to Chippy's later. 

"Hi," she said, plopping down in between them on the bench, adjusting her sleeve one more time before pulling her sad sandwich out. "What's new in the world of science and mathematics?"

Almost immediately, she had a container of veggies and a homemade ranch dip in her hand while her friend told her about a fascinating math conference she wanted to go to next year in Philadelphia. Apparently the dates were just announced, and you had to be someone important to even get an invitation. Anna loved that her friend already knew she was going to go, but it made her dwell on Kevin and his conference which was still going on in Carlsbad.

"Oh!" Jessica said as she poured some potato chips on her already delectable looking sandwich. "Jake and I are going to Cabo next month! A much needed break after the term ends."

"I love that for you," Anna told her, feeling jealous in spite of herself. And that made her feel even sadder. She almost winced when her other friend wrapped her arm around her, inadvertently mashing her hand against the bruise from Kevin.

"Don't worry. Bradley and I aren't going anywhere for term break. I wanted to, but his favorite Grateful Dead cover band is playing right here in San Diego on New Year's Eve, and he absolutely can't miss it. That would be a crime." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm which made Anna laugh. "How's your week going?" she asked cautiously. 

Anna wanted to tell them all about going to the conference at the hotel. She wanted to tell them that she saw Kevin and left with less than nothing. She would tell them, but not right now when she only had a little bit of time before she had to give her Classics lecture. She didn't want to run the risk of arriving to the lecture hall with tears in her eyes. 

Instead she softly said, "I'm going to see Bob later. Just a quick visit to Chippy's for some peanuts."

Jessica was instantly vibrating with excitement. "That's great. I think you and he will have fun!"

"We will," Anna confirmed. Even though it was a little awkward, she'd had a nice time with him at the bookstore. She always did. Because he was kind and sweet and literally the opposite of everything that Kevin turned out to be. She just wished there was some reality in which she could feel his arms around her again. "We will."

The end of lunch came way more quickly than she wanted it to, and Anna found herself mentally regrouping to try to find another way to get her manuscript. She taught her last two lectures and graded a handful of essays, counting down the minutes until she could see Bob again. His blue eyes would be soft when he looked at her, and his words would be enough to make her feel better even if they only engaged in some small talk.

When she only had thirty minutes until she was supposed to meet him, she printed off sixty copies of the quiz she would need for tomorrow afternoon. Anna locked her office door behind her as she headed down to the teacher's lounge to retrieve the quizzes before someone moved them, never to be seen again. She learned her lesson after last time that if you didn't grab them right away, there was a good chance they'd end up in the trash. Then she would drop them off before going to meet Bob.

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Since he was running early, Bob decided to just head to Anna's office and meet her there. He'd been so antsy to see her, he showered and dressed in his favorite jeans and tee shirt in record time after work. Even though he'd only been in this one academic building one time, he remembered exactly how to get to her office. Having an outstanding sense of direction just came with the territory for a WSO, but her hallway also smelled like fresh baked bread.

When he rounded the last corner, Bob skidded to a halt and ducked back behind the wall. There was a man about his age who was vigorously jiggling Anna's doorknob. "Anna. Open the door so we can talk," he said calmly even as he pushed his fingers through his hair in exasperation. Bob didn't know who he was, but he had a bad feeling, and that's when the man turned his head and spotted him.

Bob squared his shoulders to try to match the other man's height as he rounded the corner completely and asked, "Are you looking for Dr. Webber?"

The other man appraised him with cool gray eyes and smirked. "Let me guess. You're sleeping with her?"

Bob's heart lurched into his stomach as the color drained from his face. He knew this had to be Kevin. He knew it without confirmation, and now he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to respond. So he simply kept his mouth shut while the other man took a step in his direction.

"She really likes to act so high and mighty. Very hypocritical in this scenario," he muttered, making Bob's skin crawl. "I can't believe her."

Bob swallowed hard, trying to figure out why Anna agreed to go to Chippy's today if she knew Kevin was in San Diego. All he knew about was what she'd told him when she came to his house. Bob didn't think he should divulge too much to this man, so he simply asked, "What do you want from her?"

The answer was swift and felt like a punch to the gut. "She's my wife, and she's coming back to New Jersey with me where I can keep track of her. She doesn't belong here, and she needs to stop lying. So why don't you tell me what you want from her?"

His nostrils flared as his fingers curled into fists, and Bob had to take a few deep breaths before he said, "I just wanted to make sure she's okay."

Kevin crossed his arms over his chest and said, "She's nothing you need to be concerned about."

The uneasy feeling that started to fill him up spread through his whole body now, and Bob took a step backwards. Maybe Anna was already at Chippy's. Maybe she didn't know Kevin was here at all. He backtracked his way through the building as he started to panic. What if she did know he was here? What if she had played Bob and everyone else the whole time?

He would check for her at Chippy's. He made it all the way across the quad to a weird looking tree that was growing sideways when he froze again. It just didn't make sense. Anna said she hated Kevin and never wanted to go back to New Jersey, and Bob had no reason to believe someone else over her.

He started calling her phone, torn as to which direction he should head. Back up to her office? To Chippy's where they were supposed to meet up? She didn't answer. He started toward the bar, covering the few blocks at a brisk pace as he tried to call her again. He walked back and forth across that sticky floor through the clusters of students enjoying an after class drink before he was satisfied that she wasn't there. 

"Damn it, Anna. Answer your phone," he muttered as he ran back to her building and up to her office. The building was virtually empty at this hour, and now there was nobody in the hallway at all. He knocked on her door and called out her name, but he was met with silence. The kind of silence that just didn't feel right.

He felt like he was going crazy, running in circles both metaphorically and physically for this woman, and when he finally reached his truck, he had to wipe the sweat from his brow. Her apartment wasn't far from campus, and he didn't know where else to even look at this point. When he got there, he parked and tried to call her one more time before someone else who lived in the building simply held the door open for him.

"Thanks," he muttered, heading for the stairwell and taking the steps two at a time until he reached Anna's floor. And then her apartment. What he heard coming from inside made him want to rip the door from the hinges.

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How to romance the lovely Miss Hunter

By finding out the tropes you like to read in romance novels, he might know just how you would like this love to be.

ಇ. Character x Reader/MC

Included parts in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Caleb

ಇ. Tags: soft, sweet, fluff, cheesy (it's a warning), teasing, established relationship (except for Caleb's part), roleplaying (with Rafayel), jealousy (Xavier being jealous with his other identity - Lumiere), mentioned of all the romance tropes I like to write about, childhood friends to lovers, adopted brother and sister, princess and her merman slave, damsel in distress.

ಇ. Word count: 4k3

ಇ. Requested by Krys.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 

"What have you done just now?! "That was my first kiss."

The princess exclaimed. She then covered her lips with her fingers and concealed her face behind the veil that had just been removed.

The attractive mermaid, with his bare chest revealed beneath the water, smiled, half cold, half alluring. He migrated close to to the Princess and declared:

“Now you are mine.”

The book in Rafayel’s hand rolled from the sofa to the floor, and he began laughing uncontrollably, crawling even. You seized the book in anger, folded it flat, and requested:

“Please stop.”

Rafayel covered his lips with a palm and smiled. His eyes shone with tears, his cheeks went scarlet, and his stomach ached from laughing so hard. He leaned absolutely back on the sofa and gazed at you.

"Your Highness, you do have a hobby of reading such cheesy love stories."

Rafayel replicated the dialogue from the book, making you even more enraged. You shot him a stare.

"Hmm." You gripped the book hard in your hands. Ever since he caught you reading this romantic novel inspired by the legend of Lemuria, Rafayel had been teasing you by reenacting passages from the written scenes, but in a sardonic style that left you flush with embarrassment.

"Your Highness, where are you heading to?" Rafayel grabbed your wrist as you turned to go. "Do not forget that now, you are mine."

Rafayel restrained another chuckle. You violently yanked free from his grip. 

“I'm… sorry…” Rafayel cleared his throat. He eventually came to the decision to stop this childish game. 

"With the exception of a few references to Lemurian mythology, the rest are too… much. The author has let her imagination wander too far.” 

"You are insulting other people's interests!" You frowned and responded. "I enjoy reading passionate love stories like this. Is there a problem with it?”

Rafayel stared at you with an expression of pain. You were the one who got furious, so why did he appear to be more upset?

“If you wish to learn about Lemuria, wouldn't it be better to just ask me directly? You don't need to read stories like that.”

The book in your hand was titled The Lemurian Kiss. The plot focused on a handsome mermaid and the princess he was forced to obey. Tara first exposed you to it, which piqued your interest. Then you were absorbed in the love and resentment, as if it was your own narrative from another life.

Rafayel hated it. Yet you did not understand, if he disliked it so much, why did he even bother to read it more attentively than yourself? Even when he tormented you with passages from the narrative that made you blush, you had to concede that he had read and comprehended it better than you could.

Perhaps it was due to his Lemurian ancestry. Perhaps he had heard a similar story elsewhere in his long life. You had no idea how long he had lived, and you understood very little about Lemurians. Indeed, when you bought this book, you anticipated it to disclose more about his kind than he was eager to share.

Suddenly, you came up with an idea. You gave up attempting to get out of Rafayel's grip. To his astonishment, you crouched down closer to him, giving him no opportunity to sit up. A hand rested on Rafayel's chest, gently forcing him down into the sofa.

"So? Will you tell your beloved princess all the secrets of Lemuria then?"

You altered your voice to seem icy and pompous, like the princess in the tale. Your gaze fixed on Rafayel's, making it impossible for him to ignore you. He was completely taken aback by your abrupt shift in attitude.

“You… What are you doing?”

“Is that how you speak to a princess?”

You appeared unsatisfied, and before Rafayel attempted to get up, you opted to sit on top of him.

“Ouch! That's painful!" He shouted. “You're so heavy! Get off!”

"How insolent of you!" You grabbed Rafayel's chin so he could obediently stay down in place. "I'll have your scales peeled off for daring to insult my weight like this."

He snorted coldly while he was still pinned down on the sofa. "That's it! You're bullying me!"

"Isn't this your favorite scene from the story? When the merman attempted to flee, the princess sat on him. I'm merely offering help since I see you immersing yourself so much in the role from the story there.”

Rafayel's sullen attitude brought you a delicious triumph. He turned his face away, as if he was upset at being bullied. He stated:

“It's best that you don't read these kinds of stories anymore!”

Pleased, you softly patted his cheeks as he puffed them up like a toddler. You stood up, satisfied, and said:

“I'm going to let it slide. Next time, don't tease me like that anymore."

But Rafayel showed obvious disappointment. He grasped your wrist.

“Is that all?”

"Huh?" 

“Are you really going to leave?” He grumbled. “You are not dedicated to the role you play after all.”

Rafayel sat up immediately, then he pulled you down on the sofa and in a blink of an eye, you were in his arms. “Once you start a role, you have to be committed to it.”

Rafayel's long fingers slid down the bridge of your nose, then paused at your lips. You held your breath, looking at him, waiting.

“Her Highness loses interest too quickly.” 

You grinned, recalling the personal passages between the two main protagonists in the novel. Sometimes you put yourself and Rafayel in it. How astonishing that this was truly happening.

“Entertain me then. Would you?”

Your clear voice rang out. Your fingertips had rendered Rafayel's face red, and you could hear his heart pounding furiously in your ear. 

“I can grant all your wishes.” Rafayel held your hand and placed it on his chest, then began to kiss you. First your hair, then your forehead, a lingering kiss on the tip of your nose, and finally he stopped for a moment at your lips. “I can even make you forget all the cheesy things a human wrote about Lemurians in that book.”

Rafayel's fingers gently parted your lips a little. Yet still left you hanging. 

“After all, Her Highness needs not a work of fiction, when she already has a true Lemurian, in the flesh, right here.”

At that moment, the merman offered the princess a long-awaited kiss, as if reconnecting an incomplete romance from the past life.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 

Those days, Xavier noticed how you often had your nose buried in a book. It was nothing like daily life science research, nor was it like the ones you would usually read. It was brand new, with a silver mask on the cover.

He also realized another thing, that you always laughed to yourself while reading it. Occasionally, you would give him a covert glance, then go back to bury yourself in the pages of the book and smile. Other times, you would hold the entire open book in your hands and roll around on the bed with immense excitement, which he could not comprehend.

Then, one day, he picked it up, that thick large book. What caught his eye was the title of the story: Moonlight Lover. He rolled his eyes. 

Xavier's slightly trembling fingers opened the book in a slow motion. The page you were reading was marked with a lovely tiny star-shaped bookmark. He failed to take his eyes off the words presented under the light.

“My beautiful lady, fear not! I have come for you. I will protect you with my life.”

“Oh, my Lumiere…”

A very complicated expression appeared on Xavier's face. He read on, and the next paragraphs perplexed him. 

In the midst of fierce battle, Lumiere gave his lover a passionate kiss. Time stopped, the moonlight shone on two hearts in perfect harmony. Right at the climax, you walked in. With a haste you snatched the book from his hands.

“This… is mine!” 

You hid it behind your back. Your face turned red as if you had just done something so embarrassing.

"You… Why have you read my book?"

"You…" Xavier was ready to say something, but hesitated. His look remained stunned, as if he had just witnessed something so horrific that he could not speak. Yet that may be true.

"Tara let me borrow this book!" You spoke fast, not daring to look him in the eyes. "She said this… this is the best-selling romance novel in Linkon…"

"I see." Xavier responded. "Do you like reading romantic stories?"

"S-Sometimes…" You murmured. With the book in your hand, you swiftly turned to the bookshelf and placed it there. As you turned around, you nearly ran into Xavier. When did he come to stand right behind you? "Oops!"

"S-Sometimes…" You murmured. With the book in your hand, you swiftly turned to the bookshelf and placed it there. As you turned around, you nearly ran into Xavier. When did he arrive to stand directly behind you? "Oops!"

You exclaimed with surprise. You promptly drew away. Your back was ready to collide with the bookshelf, but Xavier's extensive hand saved you.

His face was so close. Somehow, you imagined that behind a silver mask, he would look just like Lumiere, which was bizarre.

"Xavier…" You quietly uttered his name, indicating that you were safe and that he could let you free. Yet Xavier held you even tighter.

“Do you like Lumiere that much?” He questioned abruptly, his expression not even trying to cover his evident sulking. 

“Lumiere… It's merely fiction…” You defended. 

“What do you like about him? His flashy appearance? Or his way of flirting with the female lead?”

Xavier's face stiffened. You caught his eyes gradually darken.

“In stories like this,” you clarified. “The male lead often appears just as the main protagonist is in peril to defend her. I simply appreciate their love..."

You could feel Xavier's heavy breathing on your cheek. His hand, which was previously on your back, then moved down to your hip, pushing you towards him so that your bodies were pressed against each other.

“I do the same too, don't I?” Xavier's voice was calm and soft, yet contained so much bitterness. “I will always defend you. I'm always there when you need me."

“Yes… That is true…” You replied, casting a quick glance at him. He rested his chin on your head and wrapped his arms around you in secure, as if afraid Lumiere would appear and take you away at any moment.

“So, me and Lumiere, who do you like more?”

Xavier's question left you hanging in confusion. Before you could respond, he added:

“Lumiere cannot hold you like this. He cannot be there whenever you call. He cannot hang out with you. Cannot be close to you… like this…”

A kiss from Xavier landed on your bare shoulder. You felt dizzy after being embraced with such force. You gasped:

“Erm… Lumiere is a… a legend… Even if he's real… he's probably a lot older than me…”

Xavier sighed deeply once more. He leaned in toward you and pushed you closer to the bookshelf. 

“Then tell me. Do you like me more, or him?"

Just when you thought everything was settled, Xavier continued to ask that question. You knew all too well that you could not get out of this situation if you refused to give him the answer he needed. Yet the look on his face made you want to taunt him even more.

“Well, let's see. Lumiere has a luxury attire, exceptional abilities, and—”

Without waiting for you to finish the sentence, Xavier's lips locked your mouth. His kisses were always as gentle as his demeanor, but this was more intense than ever. You were held in his arms, lips devoured by him to the point that every breath slowly left you, your body and heart trembling as you were forced to surrender to him in such a manner. 

When Xavier let you go, your mind already went blank. Who was Lumiere again? You no longer remembered. You could not recall.

Xavier gazed down at you, his lips parted slightly into a smile. He removed the book off the shelf and placed it back in your hands. 

“Return it to Tara once you're done reading.”

He turned away. At that moment, you concluded that you could read every love story ever written in this world, but the one true male protagonist in your life could only be Xavier.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

There was a book café established on the same street as Akso Hospital recently. And so you have found another place to go while waiting for a certain doctor to finish his shift.

Originally, you intended to pass the time by sipping a drink and munching some sweets. Yet you had no idea that you would also be drawn into the pages of books there, especially a very thrilling love story about a man. The doctor who led two divergent lifestyles.

He was a doctor at an esteemed hospital, also a cold-blooded killer who must conceal his identity from the person he loved. Right from the very first lines, you were drawn into the story that was both tragic and sensational. Especially when the main character resembled a doctor whom you admired. You were so absorbed in reading that you failed to notice the time. You went around the café, holding the book in your hands, and read without paying attention to the world. As a consequence, you ran into someone.

“Zayne?” You cried out in surprise. He stared at you first, then at the book on the floor. He leaned down to pick it up.

“The secrets of Doctor Li?” Zayne read the title aloud. In a haste you used your hands to protect the book from his inquisitive gaze. When he returned it, you clutched it securely against your chest and purposefully turned the cover toward you.

“Well… This is…” You searched for an explanation. “My reference book…”

"Is that so?" Zayne's eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Another one of your reference books?”

You were perplexed while recalling that you had lately left another book in Zayne's office. Of course, you claimed that it helped you understand more about the medical field, and he had pointed out some of its factual misunderstandings. This time, just by looking at the cover, Zayne understood precisely what type of books you were reading, and they had nothing to do with medicine.

“I thought medical books were supposed to be displayed on the other side of the coffee shop, right?” Zayne replied nonchalantly.

“Ah… It was a bit crowded over there, so I moved to this area…”

Zayne turned around to look at the other side of the café. There was not a single person seen. On the contrary, the place you had chosen had more readers.

Realizing what a mistake you had made, you quickly pulled Zayne's hand out of there. “Let's go, Doctor Zayne! I've been waiting for you and now I'm hungry!”

A few days later, you caught Zayne intently reading something at his desk. Moving closer, you recognized the very familiar cover of the book almost immediately.

“The secrets of Doctor Li?! So you're reading it?"

Being caught in the act by you, since you had decided to come to the hospital on your lunch break that day without a notice, Zayne could only chuckle. He covered half of his face with the book, leaving only his eyes visible behind the pair of glasses. You knew he was adjusting the muscles around his face.

“Yes. Hello."

"You. Are. Reading. This. Too!" You uttered every single word as if this was a big deal. 

Zayne calmly lowered the book, closed then placed it neatly on the table. He replied:

“I also want to refer to some things from there.”

You appeared perplexed. “Didn't you say that this book is wrong in even basic healthcare knowledge?”

Zayne's serene demeanor belied a sense of perplexity in his gaze. His eyes never lied. He immediately turned away. 

"Medical expertise is not what I am looking for in it."

“What is it then?” You placed a hand on your chin thoughtfully. “Is there anything that even Doctor Know-It-All Zayne has to learn from love stories? Unless it's…”

You abruptly discontinued talking. It appeared you already knew the answer.

Zayne glanced at you for a brief moment. He pursed his lips, but it was evident he was smiling.

“People easily find what they want in fiction.” He explained. “For instance, if a girl likes to read romance, then she is waiting for such a sweet love story.”

“That doesn't sound like something Doctor Zayne would say.” You inquired once again: "Are those actually Yvonne's words?"

You guessed, given that you just witnessed the nurse passing the identical book to Doctor Greyson in the corridor.

Zayne confessed that Yvonne had suggested that he read the romantic novels you enjoyed to better understand you.

Zayne admitted that Yvonne had hinted that he should read the type of romance novels you liked to understand you better.

“I've never dated anyone before.” Zayne did not look you in the eye, but his fingers were squeezing your hand as he stood up. “At the start of our relationship, I had certain concerns. I'd want to know which type of partner you prefer, or how you wish to be loved."

You could not hold back the happy smile on your lips anymore. The fact that Zayne was so open about what he was thinking like this was enough to bring you closer to him.

“You can just ask me. Just like how you would always answer my questions about anything.” 

You took initiative to stand on tiptoe and wrapped your arms around Zayne's neck. He gently rubbed his nose against the tip of yours.

“I like to be loved by you in your own way,” you whispered very softly, just enough for the two of you to hear even though there was no one else in the office. “There is no need for any stereotypes. Just be yourself, because that's who I like.”

As soon as you finished speaking, you placed a gentle kiss on Zayne's cheek and added: "Do you find me easy to please?"

Zayne lifted you up and let your feet rest on his. “You are as easy to please as a three-year-old child. Just give you sweets and a few romance books, you would obediently sit still all day."

“As expected, the person who understands me best is certainly Doctor Zayne!”

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 

During the summer, after graduating from high school and waiting for the official announcement from the Hunter Association, you spent the whole day lying at home resting. And, with so much spare time, you began re-reading literature that you had previously missed.

While you were giggling with a romance book in your hands, Caleb stepped in. He snatched it and said:

“Does Gran know you're still reading these things?”

“First,” you said. “Grandma is not at home. Second, I am old enough to read whatever I like now.”

You extended a hand towards Caleb, but he refused to give the book back. He quickly glanced at the cover, then looked at you with a serious expression.

“Pip-squeak, did you forget that I and Grandma had to confiscate your books?”

You crossed your arms over the chest and huffed at him. “Speaking of which, you were a snitch who told her about my books.”

“You stayed up all night reading until your eyes got dark circles.” Caleb laughed. “While you must focus on studying. Books like this will give you a false perspective on love. I'm just worried that any boy would say a few sweet words like in those stories, and you would give him your heart."

“Do you even know what I read?” You sighed. “But you got exactly what you wanted. I've graduated from high school without having had a single romance. Now give me back the book so I can continue daydreaming, okay?"

You sat up straight and were about to reach out to take the book back when he held it up higher. He shook his head.

"Not yet. I must read it first to ensure that this book is safe.”

He sat in another armchair and proceeded to open the book to the page you were already reading. Quick as lightning, you darted forward and placed your hands over to stop him.

"No way! This… You can't read it!”

Caleb glanced at you with perplexed eyes. With just one hand, he easily pushed you away. 

“I said, you can't read it!”

The more you attempted to reclaim the book, more firmly Caleb held both of your hands. He rapidly read the stuff you never wished him to know. You bit your lip and dropped your head to the floor in ashamed defeat.

He knew. 

He knew what you read. He knew what kind of love you were desperately hoping for.

A moment later, after about ten pages, Caleb turned to look at his sister, who was sitting on the ground in her pajamas and her hair undone still. You simply wanted to hide yourself away so he would never find you, since you knew he would only lecture you.

In fact, you were waiting for that lecture to happen, but Caleb said absolutely nothing for a while. He closed the book and placed it on the sofa.

“So…” He eventually spoke. “The story you are reading… Is it the romance between a brother and his sister?”

“Foster brother and sister.” You added it right away. “They are orphans… Like us.”

You deliberately said the last words in the most quiet tone. But Caleb heard it. He cleared his throat. 

“So you like romantic stories… like this?”

You covertly gazed at him before turning away immediately. This room suddenly became so airless.

When you were alone, you could let your imagination run wild. You could prolong the daydream in which you were free to express your feelings. Just like the heroine in the story. Yes, you adored that story, because it told you about the romance that bloomed between two orphans who were adopted and fell in love with each other as they grew up. You enjoyed portraying yourself as the female lead and dreaming that he was the male lead.

That was probably why you dated nobody during your school years. That was probably why you always waited for his vacation to greet him when he returned from Skyhaven.

You wanted to be connected to him in a different way than being his adopted sister.

Then he already knew everything. How could you simply bury this guilt? You dared not look at him anymore. Nonetheless, Caleb sat down in front of you, on the floor. His hand was placed very close to yours.

“Well… You could have told me that you…” Caleb stopped mid-sentence. You also did not know what to say in this case. Then he decided to leave.

During that weekend, you never spoke to each other save for brief phrases when compelled to say something. 

Caleb returned home the following weekend, but he arrived by the doorstep late at night. The unexpected summer downpour soaked him. You soon let him inside and after taking a shower, Caleb sat in the living room alone with his hair still dripping.

“You should dry your hair.” You spoke, in your hand a clean cotton towel.

Caleb grinned, but averted your gaze. "You usually help me with it."

You refused to say anything else and proceeded gently towards him. There was a chaotic sense between the two of you, as if a fire that had been smoldering for a long time suddenly flared up in violence.

You did not sit next to Caleb, but rather stood behind the sofa, drying his hair. Caleb's eyes were closed, he leaned back slightly, and his gorgeous face was directed towards you. If it had not been for the cotton towel, his hair and head would have likely touched your abdomen.

"It's done." You spoke quietly. You slowly took one step backwards. But Caleb reached out and held you back.

“Pip-squeak, don't go.”

You lost your breath and lowered the head to look down at him. His eyes opened a little, just enough to capture the image of you half confused, half expectant like this.

“Do you still read that story?”

Your head shook slightly as an answer.

"How come? Why did you stop?"

“It makes me… think about nonsense. Didn't you want me to stop reading those kinds of novels and hoping too much for a romance?"

Caleb laughed. His cold fingers touched your cheek, then slid down to the corner of your ruby lips.

“What a pity. The two characters in that story seemed to… truly be together eventually.”

He knew, since he had read ten more pages than you. You never picked up that book again after that day.

“Of course, because they are the male and female protagonists...” You replied in a soft tone.

“You can also be the main character,” said Caleb. “You are the main character in your own story. So… How would you write it?”

He looked at you for a long moment, waiting for your reaction. Waiting for a sign from you. Waiting for you to let him in. 

At last, you allowed yourself to be immersed in his touch, his breath and the delicate aroma of soap on his skin. You rubbed against his palm, your head lowered slightly to get a little closer to him. 

If you were the heroine in that story, you would hope this dream to never fade.

“I want… I want Caleb to be mine…”

#love and deepspace #fanfic #fanfiction #rafayel #xavier #zayne #caleb #homura #seiya #rei #mahiru #qi yu #shen xinghui #li shen #xia yizhou #lads x reader #lads x you #lnds x reader #l&ds x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #xavier x you #xavier x reader #xavier x mc #zayne x mc #zayne x reader #zayne x you #caleb x mc #caleb x reader

[screamingcrows]

Afternoon tea - Dr. Ratio x gn!reader

This was requested by @yinyuedijun as part of the initiative by @/ficsforgaza Thank you for donating and requesting from me; If anyone else wants to support the effort, here are links to their page with directions and a masterlist of writers participating.

Tags: soft, fluff, implied friends to maybe lovers, mildly suggestive, acts of service as a love language Note: istg feed this to an ai, asmr thing, lore.fm or the like and I will have Ixodes scapularis at your heels Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked

"Come again?" Ratio had an abundance of patience when it came to you, but even so, it was difficult to keep disbelief from making his words a little more clipped than usual.

Without hesitation, the book in his hand was closed and found a home atop the worn coffee table, his body twisting to glance at you in the kitchen. Surely, he had misheard you. There was no way you would-

"A codpiece, Veritas. Have you ever considered getting or even making one?"

The way heat flooded to his face made the wish to hide under a familiar alabaster head resurface, an urge not often felt in your company. It was frustrating really, somehow you always made him loose his footing, and what on earth could have compelled you to ask such a ridiculous question?

Wearing the piece around you would be too great a shame to not see clearly how the light warmed whenever it touched your smile, how gracefully you moved around the table with a tray of freshly baked scones, the crinkles around your eyes when you laughed. Always your eyes, attentive and light, ensnaring him whenever he sought answers from you, and he would let them without hesitation. That was a truth.

If perfection existed, it had to be contained within you.

"Well, have you? They have been very fashionable is what I've heard. I'm sure you could cause an uproar if you made one out of that mineral you like so much," amusement was clear from your tone, and as always your words were most likely carefully picked.

"Alabaster was simply fitting, I would hardly call it my favorite. You should know better than thinking me rash enough to act on your whims, I have no intention of causing any uproar at the University unrelated to my teaching material," a scoff left his lips before he continued, "and don't think I missed your little 'have been'."

He enjoyed these peaceful afternoons, as peaceful as any room could be with you present at least, but it was not unwelcome. What had started as a simple apology on your end, having ruined one of his books by accident, had quickly turned into a weekly occurrence when it became clear how much you both enjoyed what you'd taken to calling 'tea parties'.

Your company was refreshing, carefree but wise, and utterly without restraint when it curiosity took hold, the routine of your little gatherings were pleasant while still allowing ample room for variety in topic of conversation. Lately you'd begun requesting taking turns reading aloud to the other, which he had no problem indulging. A small chuckle slipped past his lips, carefully concealed as clearing his throat.

Upon lifting the delicate porcelain to his lips, it was impossible not to notice how your were grinning at him from across the table, already curled up and comfortable as usual. There was no reason not to inquire, the beaming look in your eyes having already summoned butterflies inside his body. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how pleasant your company was, especially on days such as today where he'd showed up unprompted after work, yearning more for your voice than he did a long bath.

Or perhaps, inviting you home to bathe with him would've been the optimal course of action?

Oh that wasn't good. He shifted uncomfortably, one leg crossing over the other when blood gathered in an inconvenient place. That ridiculous garment you'd suggested would have been a blessing in his current predicament.

"You're clearly enjoying yourself, did I not notice you brewing us a new tea?" He set his cup down, eyeing it with skepticism as he awaited whatever had you looking so giddy, the sight of your lips stretching in a smile enough to have his heart struggling to break free.

How he wished he could've cursed out loud then and there, how he had been foolish enough to go months without being able to identify exactly what the budding feeling in his chest was, was far beyond him at present moment.

"I fixed your book. It's not perfect, but I did my best, and bookbinding was a lot harder than expected, so it took a while… Sorry," there was such pride in your eyes that he could practically feel his heart about to burst.

With a slightly shaky hand, the lightheadedness from his arousal only intensified by the sheer disbelief as he accepted the leatherbound book. By no means had it been valuable before, holding neither monetary nor sentimental value, but as Ratio set it inconspicuously in his lap, he couldn't help but trace his fingers along the now slightly uneven spine, knowing there was only one thing he could ever treasure more than this.

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x you #gn reader #dr ratio #veritas ratio x reader #cw codpiece #cw suggestive #fluff #soft #crow with a pen #hsr x reader

[getosbigballsack]

Here's another one for the random thoughts

Possessive Yandere Roommate Gojo x Delulu Reader Chan. 

The next day came by quickly, and Gojo decided that it was a perfect day for him to gather the rest of the things that he may need for the night. The night before, he overheard your conversation with your boyfriend Nanami, promising the young fellow your virginity, but Gojo, no. He wasn’t having that.

It’s been too long now, too long he allowed you to roam free while he patiently waited for you to come to him, but instead you decided that it was right for you to flaunt your relationship with Nanami. He is about to teach you a long-awaited lesson. A lesson that you won’t ever forget. 

When he got to your shared apartment, the one he shared with both you and Geto (his best friend), he saw you standing around the kitchen island, laughing and talking away with Geto who currently had a leg injury, he never really told how he ended up with a leg injury. Maybe it's from playing volleyball.“What are you both talking about?” Gojo asked as he dropped the bags on the floor and rested his back against the door. 

“Hey Toru,” you chirped as you quickly rushed over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Where did you go?”

“I went to do a little shopping,” he answered.

“Without me? What did you buy?” you asked him as you pulled away from him and bent down to take a peek inside the bag, but he was quick to rest his foot on top of the bag, blocking your view to see whatever it was inside the bag. “Satoru?”

“What were you talking about with Suguru?” he asked, that tone that rumbled in the back of his throat and his blue eyes that were staring down at you intensely had you shiver in your slippers. 

“We were talking about Nanami?” You answered as you slowly stood up and backed away from him. 

Gojo pushed himself from the door a bit and began to walk towards you, like a predator following its prey. 

“Satoru?” Geto called out to him while removing himself from behind the counter. 

“Shut up, Suguru. I was talking to Y/N, not you," Gojo yelled. "What about Nanami?" 

You swallowed, "Satoru, I don't like the way you're speaking to me right now." He chuckled, his pace quickened, and once he was before you, he roughly gripped your arms and tugged you towards his chest. "Satoru?"

"Answer my question Y/N." 

You huffed, "Suguru was just telling me that I need to use protection later when I meet up with Nanami. I asked if he had any that I could bring with me, and he said no, but you might have, so I was waiting to ask you when you came back." 

"So you were gonna ask me to give you a condom so that you can use it to fuck Nanami?" He asked through clenched teeth, his grip on your arms got a bit tighter to the point where you could see your flesh spilling over the other side. 

"Satoru, you're hurting me," you whined as you tried to pull your arm away from his. 

"Satoru…" 

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled over at Geto before pulling you close to his chest. "How dare you?" He questioned as he used his other hand to cup your cheeks together and squeezed them tightly. "After all these years I allowed you to roam free and do as you wish while I patiently waited for you to come to me and finally tell me that you wanna be with me." 

"Satoru…" 

"But instead, you want me to give you a condom so that you can give away what's mine?" 

You managed to get out of his grip by doing a little twisting and turning, and when you did, you quickly ran behind Geto, hoping that he would prevent Gojo from coming closer to you. After all, Geto's injured so Gojo wouldn't hurt him, right? 

"Y/N, get back here. I'm not done talking to you," Gojo shouted.

“No!” 

“No? What do you mean, no?" He questioned, fingers clenching and unclenching as he grew closer to you. "Y/N, I won't say it again, come to me." 

"No!" You answered firmly as you stared into his blue eyes that grew red each second that passed and the next thing you know Gojo snapped, his fist clenching tightly as he slowly made his way over to you. His eyes twitch slightly with every step he takes towards you.

“Y/N, I think you should run,” Geto whispered, and not even a moment later, you were already running up the stairs, quickly shutting yourself inside your bedroom.

You started panicking, your feet and hands having minds of their own, moving quickly over to your closet, grabbing the nearest bag you could reach along with a few pieces of clothes. Why on earth is Satoru behaving like this? You wanted answers, only answer that he could provide but with your six sense going off like crazy, the only thing you could think of was to get the fuck up out of this house and away from Gojo Satoru himself. 

Somehow, you felt as though your life's in danger, and best believe it is.

Meanwhile, downstairs, his blood red eyes narrowed at Geto. “Why do you keep interfering?” Gojo huffed at him. “Why the fuck do you keep interfering with OUR relationship. You stopped me not once, not twice but three times and look at you now all fucked up with a broken leg. You haven't learnt your lesson huh. Looks like I need to break the other one.” 

Geto was sweating bullets. At this point he was stressed the fuck out over Gojo Satoru's obsession with you. He knew Gojo loved you for a very long time. He knew about the many nights he had to witness Gojo’s perverted acts, masturbating with the panties he stole from your dirty laundry basket. 

He knew about all your dates, the ones that Gojo supposingly took care of if they rejected you or even if they didn't. All the busted lips and bruises on their face, broken limbs, and many much more. He knew because he had to be the one cleaning about after Gojo with one quick call. 

Its not like Geto was afraid of Gojo or anything, as a matter of fact they both had the same master who taught them a few fighting styles here and there. He just knew how deeply dark and sadistic Gojo’s obsessed ran for you. He knew that if Gojo had to murder to ensure that you never leave his side then he would. 

He often wondered how Gojo allowed you to date Nanami for as long as he did without interfering. Well, he did try. The day after you and Nanami agreed to have sex. Gojo overheard the conversation. Hence the reason Geto now has a broken leg. He tussled with Gojo for a bit, successfully stopping the deranged white hair man from entering your room to do something that he may never be able to take back. 

But it seems as though today might be the day that Gojo is gonna do something that he'll honestly regret. So though he was unable to move about due to the clutches that he has under his arm. He still moved forward, ready to argue with Gojo Satoru, but only got cut short when he felt the pressure of Gojo's hand around his neck. 

The clutches fell from beneath his arms, his hands grabbing onto Gojo’s hands to pull them away but with the pressure Gojo had on his neck, it wasn't long before Geto felt his head getting light. “Gojo don't… do this…” 

Gojo is long gone, the only thought running through his head is to knock Geto out before turning his attention towards you. He was tired of waiting, tired of everyone getting in his way. 

“Go…jo don't… don't do this." Geto cried through his choked sobs, eyes fluttering, and he lost strength in his hand. No longer able to fight, his knees buckled beneath, and the next thing you know, Geto was lying unconscious on the floor.

“Stay out of my fucking way,” Gojo hissed before hurriedly running up the stairs and banging on your bedroom door. He twisted and turned the knob, kicking and screaming at the door, “Open the fucking door, Y/N.” 

Scared and cowering in the corner of your room, you managed to yell, “No… leave me alone.”

He kept banging at the door, “I said open the fucking door. I'm not done talking to you. FUCK! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FUCKING STUBBORN. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR Y/N. Open it, open it… OPEN IT!” 

You screamed and dropped the bag you had in your lap on the floor, dragged your knees up to your chest, and watched as Gojo continued his assault on the door. The only thing that is protecting you from him. 

“Y/N I'm not going to ask you again. Open the door. Don't let me get in here on my own… So open up, I promise I won't hurt you,” a lie he dug up from the pits of hell. “Right so come out, angel. Yeah open the fucking door.” 

You should have heed his warnings and just opened the door when he asked you to. But instead, you answered, “No.” 

“Ha… OK, I see. You wanna be stubborn… OK haha… have it your way.” 

Then he left, quickly running down the stairs and towards the front door to pick up the bag of “goodies” he supposedly bought this morning. He pulled out a white rag, a packet of gloves and a bottle of chloroform. 

“Have it your fucking way,” he mumbled as he tore open the packet, put on the gloves, popped open the chloroform and drowned the rag in its pungent smell. He could hear you shuffling across as he made his way back up the stairs. Since you refuse to be a good girl and open the door when he asks, he's just gonna have to open it himself. So head towards his room to pick up the spare to your room that he had lying lazily on the dresser then he went back to your room door. 

“Last chance to open up the door Y/N,” he said as he quietly shoved the key into the door. “Don't be stubborn Y/N, come on open the fucking door.”

“No,” you answered. You heard him chuckle, then the sound of the locks to your door being open, and in came Gojo Satoru himself, smiling with the keys dangling from his fingers.

You began screaming, quickly scrambling to your feet to find some way out of the room. You made a run for it, hopping on your bed to jump behind and run out the door, but you knew you were at a disadvantage. 

He was so fast, too fast, even when he grabbed you by the arm, yanking you off with a bed with just one harsh tug. “Satoru… No No, please,” you plead as you struggle to get out of his grasp.

He ignored you by wrapping around neck and pulled you back against his body, your head resting on his shoulder. “This is all your fault,” he whispered as you continued to struggle in his hold. “You should've opened the fucking door when I asked you too.”

You began screaming, only for him to finally shut you up by pressing the chloroform rag against your nose. Your eyes widen in fear, you're now scratching his arms, kicking your feet, hoping for some kind of freedom, but Gojo was just too strong for you. 

“Sa… Satoru please…”

“Breath,” he whispered while pressing the cloth even more onto your nose. “Be a good girl for me… like you should have been from the very beginning and breath for me… yes yes that it's… breath slowly now,” he praised the moment he felt your body slowly becoming limp in his arms.

Tears ran down your face, eyes looking up to see the blue eyes of your best friend that once loved now staring down at you with pure sadistic pleasure.

“That's right… breath,” he said to you while watching as your eyes fluttered slowly. As you continued to inhale the drug, you could feel your hands going limped first, then your legs. Your head started to feel hazy, and your eyes were heavy. You knew what was coming, so you had no choice but to inhale the toxic smell, and within a minute, you're lying unconscious in his arms.

“I love you… I love you so much, Y/N.”

He smiled, watching your unconscious body, his mind thinking of ways to use you, punish you, and love you with everything he's got. But not yet, not here. He needed to clean up and get out. So he did so. He rested you on your bed to rush downstairs to pick up his best friend and laid him on the sofa. 

“You should have stayed out if my fucking way,” he remarked as he stared down at Geto once last time before stripping away his gloves and tossed them in the bag he had at the front door, along with the rag he used on you. He made sure that no evidence was there before leaving the apartment to go toss the bags in the car. 

He then came back for you, gently lifting you in his arms and taking you outside and towards his car. Then he went back for the bag you initially ‘packed’ when you foolishly decided that it was best to get away from him along with a few pieces of clothes of his own. Then he left but not without leaving a note for Geto and Nanami that read; Don't come looking for us. 

Your relationship with Gojo will never be the same again.

#gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk geto #suguru geto #toniranthoughts

[oneluckydumbass]

Well, hello and welcome to the madhouse. @sock-1574, your wish is my command, here's a quick _v2 for this short. I wrote it at 10pm and it's unedited, forgive me if you find mistakes. Also, f!reader.

In his sleep, Simon turned to wrap an arm around your waist to pull you against his body, a completely casual move that he had done so many times in the past. He just wanted to warm up a little in the chilly room, because despite the thick blanket you insisted on using, he could still use a little help. But his eyes opened when he realized you weren’t there next to him. It was odd. 

When he heard something break downstairs, he jumped out of bed, his instincts kicking in right away. It didn’t sound like a window breaking, more like a mug or a glass landing on the tiles. What were you even doing in the kitchen a little past two in the morning? He called out your name as he walked down the stairs several times, but there was no response. He heard a groan, then some soft sobbing, which made him believe something was wrong. 

By the time he entered the kitchen, you were sitting on the floor with your head between your knees, a hand gripping the back of your neck as you cried. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Nothing, you didn’t even look at him. “Hey, come on, tell me. What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” you mumbled through your tears. 

“What hurts?”

“My head.”

“Anything else?”

“I’m dizzy, I feel like I could faint any second. I wanted to drink from your favorite mug and I broke it, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t give a damn about that bloody mug,” Simon said with a nervous sigh as he took your hand. “The hospital is ten minutes away, it’s faster if I take you there myself. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

He helped you up, but after only a few steps, he felt your body becoming heavier as you lost consciousness. Without thinking, he picked you up and grabbed the car keys from the table by the front door. The hospital was close to their house, he would get there sooner than the ambulance would arrive. It was a miracle that no cop stopped him because he drove like some maniac. He was in a hurry since you were still unresponsive, and deep down he was expecting the worst.

What if you wouldn’t survive whatever this was?

Once he got there and a doctor noticed what state you were in, they quickly took you from him to run some tests on you while someone asked him questions. Questions he didn’t really know the answer to. You seemed fine when you had gone to sleep, all he knew was that you had this terrible headache in the middle of the night. 

They didn’t tell him anything apart from the info that they were doing some scans. He bought a coffee and sat in the waiting room, his mind in overdrive from the events of the past hour. And then that hour became two, and just when he was losing hope someone would finally tell him what the hell was happening, a doctor showed up and asked for your relative. 

“I’m her boyfriend, what’s happening to her?” he replied when they asked him who he was. 

“An aneurysm in her brain. Well, two, but only one ruptured. We will take her to the OR now and see what we can do,” the doctor explained. “It will take a long time, you might want to go home. We will call you once we know more.”

“I’d rather stay. And I’ll call her parents, I’m sure they would like to be here.” 

The doctor nodded then left to focus on your surgery. This left Simon alone in the waiting room again with his face buried in his hands as he tried to fight back the tears. He had to be strong. He couldn’t fall apart. He was supposed to tell your parents that you were in there because of a damn aneurysm. He knew those things were deadly, but you were still alive, fighting. 

After talking to your parents, he sent Price a message, telling him that there was no way he would leave your side for god knows how long. He was considering writing to Johnny too, but in the end he decided not to. The two of you were friends, he would be worried for sure. At least one of them had to stay sharp, especially if he happened to go on a mission before you got better. 

What he wasn’t expecting was Price showing up a bit over an hour after he had sent the message. The Captain greeted him quickly then pulled him into a hug. Simon had no idea how badly he needed that, how much he craved physical contact at this point. It grounded him, made him focus on the present, not on the possible worst outcomes. Because his mind had been full of what ifs, like what if you died, what would he tell your parents and friends? It would mean he failed to do the one thing he promised to do–to protect you from harm. 

“You’re spiraling, Simon,” Price said as they sat down. 

The lieutenant nodded. “It’s hard to do anything else in this place. She’s been in surgery for two hours now, I don’t know how it’s going, her parents aren’t here yet. What will I tell them?”

With a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, Price took a deep breath. “You wrote me it was an aneurysm. Those things can be hidden for decades. No one knew it was there, there’s no warning sign as far as I know, and let’s not forget that you brought her here in time. She’ll pull through, don’t worry,” he said. 

They sat there in silence for quite a while, but it was the sort of comforting silence that Simon truly needed now. And then, just when he was about to go and ask someone if they knew anything, the doctor showed up again. “Mr. Riley? She is out of surgery for now. She will need a lot of rest here in the hospital, and it will take some time to see if there is any kind of brain damage. She is okay now, but I need you to understand that a lot of patients with this problem don’t survive for long. We will do everything we can, and it is a good thing you brought her in so soon after the first symptoms. I am… cautiously optimistic.”

“Thank you, doctor,” he said with a relieved sigh. “Can I see her?”

“Yes, a nurse will soon be here to take you to her, but you can’t stay for long.”

Price patted him on the shoulder after the doctor left. “She’s okay. She’s gonna be fine,” he said with a supportive smile. 

Simon nodded. Yes, you were alive. And he would do whatever it took to help you recover. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #john price #call of duty #modern warfare #mw2 #mw3

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

OH can you please do "What do you need?" "A hug." for jily <333

from this prompt list

She’s been going for 20 minutes.

“It’s fucking ridiculous!”

James nods dutifully from his place on the couch. “Absolutely.”

“And it’s not as if Slughorn has the bollocks to actually say anything. Not beyond his usual rubbish anyway which is the whole reason Mulciber has the audacity to spout his blood supremacy nonsense at the bloody dinner table.” 

“I hate that guy.”

Lily wheels around from where she’s been pacing by the fireplace. “Right? And I swear, James, he was pissed when he got to the dinner and Sluggy’s mead just made it worse. I was just sitting there, having to listen to him, as he…as he stares at me, over pudding. Because he doesn’t care that everyone knows exactly who he’s talking about. He makes my skin crawl, James.”

James takes a steadying breath and forces himself to continue to track Lily as she paces about the room, his face neutral and attentive. She’s made it clear enough times before that she won’t allow herself to go on these rants around him if she has to worry that he’ll just take them as permission to go hex the Slytherins. It’s a test of his self-control every time.

“I just wish that someone else would say something. For once! That it wouldn’t be me against the entire—”

James scoffs, his practised patience wearing thin. “I’ve told you—”

“You hate the Slug Club, James,” she interrupts with a sigh. “Don’t you remember the last time?”

Does he ever. Things had spiralled out of control at dinner, and the tension had spilled over into the corridors right after the party. Fortunately, Lily had the presence of mind to fetch Slughorn before anyone ended up needing a trip to the hospital wing. The Potions professor had quickly sent James and the Slytherins to their respective dorms, deducting only a few points from each house.

Of course, James and his friends had settled the score later that week, far from Slughorn’s watchful eye—but Lily didn’t need to know everything.

“And besides,” she continues, “I already know how you feel and it…it means everything to me, to have you on my side. But Jesus, James, you’d think at least one of the posh twats Sluggy invites week after week could at least have some sympathy.”

“Speaking on behalf of the posh twats of the world,” James begins, clearing his throat.

Lily cracks a smile, the first real win of the evening for James. “Oh, stop that,” she says, shaking her head. “We’re far too good of friends for you to fool me with that anymore.”

Friends. Good friends. Great friends!

James gives her a practised smile as she settles beside him on the couch, turning sideways to face him, knees drawn up to her chin.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I really did mean for us to study. I—”

He shakes his head. “I’m happy to be a listening ear, Evans.”

She smiles softly, resting her chin on her knees as she watches him. The firelight dances across her face and hair, casting a warm glow that makes her look radiant. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Rot of boredom, probably,” he quips.

“You just…” She purses her lips. “You always know exactly what to do. What to say. It’s like…it’s like you’ve read the Lily Evans Manual.”

James forces himself not to drop his gaze, not to give up and openly confess how he’s studied her so closely for the past six and a half years that he could write a Lily Evans Manual.

“You make me sound way cooler than I am,” he says, leaning on one crooked arm against the back of the couch. “Do go on.”

She laughs, the sound muffled as she buries her face behind her knees, eyes squeezed shut.  James's gaze lingers on her, absorbing every detail, as he commits the sight and sound of her to memory.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with them,” he says quietly, resisting the urge to reach across and lift her chin to meet his eyes. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” she sighs, “it’s not.”

“What do you need?” he asks. “I know hexing Mulciber is regrettably off the table for me,” (she laughs again) “but we could go get some ice cream from the kitchens or if you’d rather go ahead and start studying—”

“A hug,” she interrupts him.

His eyes widen. “From…me?”

“I mean,” she hesitates, her voice softening with uncertainty, “not if…not if it’s an inconvenience. I don’t—”

Before she can finish—before she can change her mind—he swiftly crosses the space between them on the couch and wraps his arms around her. Her knees collapse at once, falling off the couch between them, so she can press herself more fully against the solidness of his chest, her arms threading tight around his shoulders.

And they’re just friends. Good friends. Great friends! But he wouldn’t trade it for the world—not really.

#my fic #this was supposed to be short and sweet but alas #i am who i am #jily

[hecateslore]

hello again writer hectateslore i hope youre having the most amazing day!! saw that your asks were open 👀

thus i offer: reader getting their well deserved solo vacation and papa!simon thinking being left with one young adult back from college for summer, two angsty teenagers, and a very fussy toddler looking to cause chaos would be very easy ... surprise he would rather go back to base willingly

yeaaaa thats all i can offer right now but i do hope you have an amazing day!!

"Are you sure?"

Were the words you said before agreeing to the trip with your best friends. Your mom offered to come and spend the next four days with Simon and the kids; Simon being extremely stubborn- of course he said no... Of course he could take care of two 16 year olds and one toddler, he's their dad.. duh! Simon knows you're a great mom, you're very patient, understanding, level headed, You're great!

He just doesn't understand how you're able to handle all four of them at once.

Oliver and Jude are always bickering it seems, NovaLynn never knows where anything is and the baby can't stop screaming.

When you're home- the house seems so calm, and so put together.

Your oldest coming in at whatever hour she feels like, making Simons nerves sky rocket and the twins.. don't get him started. They're filthy, they leave everything everywhere, and Simon isn't a messy man. He couldn't wait until you came home, calling you every two to three hours.

So when the twins called and asked if they could have friends over the day of your return- life couldn't get any more hectic for Simon, so you agreed.

Then there Simon was, watching annoying teenagers ruin his back yard.

Nova was splashing Lily with pool water making the girl belly laugh. Simon sat with his legs in the water, scrunching his nose in disgust every time he overheard the stupid jokes his sons friends made. He was irritated, watching teenagers almost crack their heads open by jumping too close to the ledge.

He fed his fussy baby some popsicle while screaming at his twins to not eat near or in the pool-as if it wasn't common sense. Simon was over it. totally over it. Simon wanted to be busy, not with his carbon copies but with yard work- which he never does by the way.

By the time night fell, all of the twins friends left, Nova was napping on the couch and Simon was putting lily to sleep, rocking her back and forth.

He heard the heavy front door slam shut, and the sound of soft foot steps and the wheeling of heavy luggage. "I'm home." You said softly, kissing Nova's cheek causing her to stir in her sleep then flip over to lay on her stomach. Simon walked into the living room with lily sound asleep in his arms. Nudged by Jude and Oliver running past him to bear hug their mom, Simon smacked his teeth in irritation. He could her you shushing them, calming them down when they would get to rowdy telling you how much they missed you. He only admired the way you listened to them intently while you took your shoes off.

On the other side of the room, a grumpy Nova got up to hug her Mom, keeping her head on your shoulder while thing 1 and 2 go on and on about how their friends came over today and ruined the loft. Simon was a little bit envious, he wished he had more patience, he wished he was a lot more like you, so caring.

"I need to say Hi to Dad." You remind your 3 eldest, kissing the crown of novas head before leaving her embrace to greet your Baby and Husband. Simon flashed you a small tired smile. Before you gave him a kiss, you grabbed Lily who was resting in his arms, kissing her cheeks, only for her to whine and fake cry and then fall back to sleep after recognizing you.

Simon pecked your lips but then backed off when he heard Lily start to whine again, You chuckled before squeezing her and kissing her cheeks again.

Simon looked rough, and that made you giggle. He looked like they chewed him up and spit him out. "You tired?" You said, walking up the stairs making sure to not trip and fall. "Mhm." He hummed, following closely behind. Once you got upstairs, you turned to look at Simon who was still following you for some reason. "I'm gonna go put her down." You whispered, he nodded tiredly, blinking slowly before dragging his feet to your shared bedroom. "What a drama queen." You mumbled to a still sleeping Lily.

#lunden’s response ❀— #papa!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost cod #ghost simon riley #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #simon riley headcanons

[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Fifth Course: Watching his delish life in pictures comes with a sense of dread. Isn't it vexing that he's living the life while you're out there vomiting in pungent public restrooms? 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Good 4 U

wc: 543

genre & warnings: angst like yn is really mad lmao, nonidol!san, yn is drunk af, mentions of alcohol and drinking, cursing, lovers to exes, betrayal, mentions of vomit etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"Y/N, you really should stop drinking excessively y-"

"Shut the fuck up!" you slurred, slumping on the wall of your bathroom and glaring at your ex whom your friends did the honor of calling to get you home safely.

San sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he's had enough of your childish antics. You two have already broken up a few months ago so really, you are not supposed to be his responsibility.

Still, he's not that merciless. He can't just allow you to go home by yourself where potential danger could get you killed. Unless your liver suddenly decides to give up on you.

His kindness does nothing but to further aggregate you, though.

No, not kindness. Consideration.

Yes, that's the right word.

It infuriates you to no end that even in the middle of the night, he comes running to the bar and picks you up to get you to your apartment in one piece.

But what you hated more is seeing him in a state of good life.

After all the shit he's put you through. You're here still suffering the repercussions of his actions while he's out there being happy and lovey-dovey with your former best friend.

Truly a vomit-inducing situation even without the help of alcohol.

Imagine, back then, if you would have known that they'd get together after he dumped you for no reason then you wouldn't have trusted them.

Fucking hell.

It did you no good to remember that shitty place that you promised not to visit ever again. But life ain't that easy, because if it is, then you'd be rich and happily married to the love of your life.

You were snapped out of your maddening stupor when his phone rang, not paying attention as he excused himself and chose to fixate your gaze on the crack of your bathroom floor.

Then again, sometimes, you hear bullshit when you don't need it the most.

He's talking to her. In your house. In a very loving voice. The same tone that he used to utilize whenever he speaks with you, now reserved for someone else.

"Yes baby, I'll be home in a while, okay? Okay. I'll see you later. I love you so much."

Disgusting, vile creatures that are incapable of feeling guilt. Oh, how you wish you could just strike them with thunder so they can finally go to hell, where they can burn together.

"Y/N I will h-"

"Get out here." you mumble lowly, standing up from your position and he frowns.

"What's your problem?" he asks, confused as to why you're acting sober and gloomy.

You laugh weakly, coming closer to him only to push him out of the bathroom, "My problem is none of your business. So, get the hell out of my apartment and do not ever, fucking ever show your face to me again."

You did not give him the chance to reply as you shut the door on his face, your whole body flopping on the cold tiles.

Soon enough, you heard the main door of your apartment close and you can't help but chuckle despite the tears streaming down your face.

It really is not difficult for him to leave you after all.

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[the-offside-rule]

Zhou Guanyu (Stake Sauber) - Oblivious

Requested: NO BUT WE NEED MORE ZHOU CONTENT

Warnings: y/n being a complete idiot

GIF from @jamesvowles

Zhou Guanyu adjusted his sunglasses as he stepped into the cozy little coffee shop nestled in the corner of their favorite street. The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, making him smile. He glanced around, quickly spotting Y/n at their usual corner table, engrossed in a book. "Hey, Y/n." He called out, walking over and taking a seat across from her. Y/n looked up, her face breaking into a bright smile. "Zhou! You're right on time."

"Wouldn't miss it." He replied, returning her smile. He waved at the barista, signaling their usual orders. "So, what's the book today?" He asked. "It's a mystery novel." She said, closing the book and setting it aside. "You know me, always trying to solve things before the characters do." He smiled. "Yeah, you always were the clever one," he said, leaning forward slightly. "So, any plans for the weekend?"

"Not really. Just the usual, maybe a movie marathon. What about you?" Y/n shrugged. "Actually, I was thinking-" Zhou began, choosing his words carefully, as Y/n looked up from her book in curiosity. "It would be nice to do something together. Maybe go for a walk in the park, or catch that new movie you've been talking about." Y/n set her book aside, beaming. "That sounds fun! I always enjoy hanging out with you." Zhou felt a flicker of disappointment at her casual tone but pressed on. "You know, Y/n, there's something special about spending time with you. It's like… you make everything better."

"Aww, thanks, Zhou. You're such a good friend." She said, patting his hand across the table. Zhou chuckled softly, trying to keep his frustration in check. "Of course, I am a good friend." He repeated. "But sometimes, I wish you could see me as more than that." Y/n tilted her head, a puzzled look crossing her face. "More than a friend? Like a best friend?" Zhou took a deep breath, deciding to be more direct. "Y/n, what if I told you that I like you? Like, really like you." Y/n blinked, clearly taken aback. "Wait, what?"

"I like you, Y/n." Zhou said, his voice steady but gentle. "More than just as a friend." For a moment, Y/n sat in stunned silence, processing his words. "You… like me? As in… you have feelings for me?" Zhou nodded, watching her intently. "Yes, exactly. I've been trying to drop hints, but I guess I wasn't clear enough." Y/n's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my gosh, Zhou, I had no idea! I thought you were just being your usual sweet self."

Zhou smiled, relieved to finally have everything out in the open. "I was being my sweet self because I care about you a lot. And I wanted to see if maybe you felt the same way." Y/n's expression softened, and she reached across the table to take his hand. "Guanyu, I… I'm surprised, but in a good way. I never realized… but now that I think about it, maybe I've been feeling the same way too." Zhou's heart soared at her words. "Really?"

Y/n nodded, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, really. I guess I just needed a little nudge to see it." Zhou laughed, his relief turning into joy. "Well, I'm glad I finally said something. So, what do you say we organise a date?" Y/n squeezed his hand, her eyes twinkling. "I'd like that, Guanyu. I'd like that a lot."

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #f1 x reader #zhou guanyu #zhou guanyu x reader #zhou guanyu x you #zhou guanyu x y/n #zhou guanyu imagine #zhou guanyu oneshot #guanyu zhou #f1 x female reader #f1 x oc #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic

[toasttt11]

comforted

December 22, 2023

John was chilling on his couch on one of the rare off days when his phone started buzzing and he picked it up seeing Lucia had texted him and asked if he was home, John frowned in concern because she usually just came over and didn’t ask if he was home but he responded telling her he was home.

Not even five minutes later he heard a soft knock at the door and he got up walking over and opened the door seeing Lucia standing there.

John titled his head looking at her intently and quickly noticing that she was upset, “Hi Lucia.” John softly spoke looking at her in concern.

“Hi.” Lucia mumbled clearing her throat and shuffling on her feet.

John stepped aside letting her step inside his apartment and he gently place a hand on her back guiding her over to his couch.

Lucia sat down on the couch and John sat down close next to her.

“What’s wrong?“ John asked in concern, he doesn’t think he has seen her this upset ever, and if she is upset she usally doesn’t seem that upset unless you knew her small quirks.

“Jack is an asshole.” Lucia grumbled crossing her arms around herself protectively not that she ever felt she needed to protect her self around John.

“What did he do?” John questioned as it was common for the hughes siblings to get into little spats but never fights that lasted long or where either of them were truly upset at each other. John had seen them bicker and two minutes they were laughing together.

Lucia took a deep breath and looked at John hesitant, there is still parts of her that is scared whenever she is vulnerable with someone after everything that happened with Mackie.

“Or you don’t have to tell me anything and we continue watching the next movie?” John put a soft hand on her shoulder giving her a reassuring smile seeing her hesitate and not wanting her to feel like she had to tell him.

Lucia looked up at John and took a deep breath seeing his kind and sweet eyes and knew John was nothing like Mackie.

“The World Juniors started yesterday.” Lucia started saying as she looked down at the couch and fiddled with a fray string on the couch.

John squeezed her shoulder reassuring for her to continue.

“And i just wish i could be there too.” Lucia softly admitted, “Not that i don’t love being here in Jersey, i do. It’s just i miss my friends and i’ve played with most of them for years it’s just weird to not play with them anymore.” Lucia confessed the words she couldn’t get out to tell anyone else but it was easy to tell John.

Lucia looked back up at John and he frowned seeing her eyes looking dull and he didn’t like how they weren’t shining like usual.

John thoughtfully nodded, “And you don’t want them to win gold without you?” John understood immediately why she was so upset.

“Is that selfish?” Lucia softly asked looking at John with vulnerable eyes.

John felt his heart clench seeing how uncertain Lucia looked and felt, “No Lucia it is not selfish.” John sternly reassured her, “You played with the team for years and now they are looking like one of the best teams it’s understandable it’s upsetting.” John reassured her.

John knew she took her place on the US National team seriously and he knew she was the captain last year and she took that very seriously and he may not of known her then but he knew she was gutted when they got bronze with her as Captain.

Lucia nodded her head slowly, she just wanted to one day wear a gold medal around her neck for her National team.

“What did Jack do?” John questioned wondering how Jack made this worse for her.

“I tried to tell him i missed playing with my friends while we watched some of the World Junior game and he just dis guarded my feelings saying i was here now and i-“ Lucia trailed off.

Lucia was use to growing up faster than the people around her and missing out on a lot of things but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less.

“You wanted to be comforted.” John nodded and Lucia nodded back just wanting to he comforted by her brother, “And he was trying to say your here now and you can’t change that.” John shook his head at Jack’s foolishness. John knew Jack didn’t mean viciously but Jack is not the best as comforting people.

Lucia did not need a reminder of where she was she just needed to be comforted for what she was missing.

John gently moved his arm to around Lucia’s shoulders and pulled her to him.

Lucia blinked but eventually relaxed in John’s hold and rested her head on his chest closing her eyes listening to his heartbeat.

“If it makes you feel better, i would miss you if you were at worlds.” John softly whispered as he twirled his finger around one of her stray hairs that were falling out of her braided crown.

Lucia chuckled soflty but did nod, it did make her feel better.

If anything John just made her feel better, he made her feel seen not just looked over. No one has ever made her feel the way John does, not even Mackie.

Lucia felt her eyes go wide as she realized the extent of her feelings for John, they weren’t platonic they were romantic.

Lucia took a deep breath trying to not freak out in John’s arms, she hasn’t had many feelings for people in her life mostly only just Mackie and even then those feelings weren’t even close to what John makes here feel.

Lucia has always been scared of romantic feelings she has had for people but for some reason figuring out her feelings for John didn’t scare her if anything it only just comforted her, but maybe that was just John.

#toast talks #lh43 #luke hughes #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x oc #jack hughes #jack hughes x oc #nhl x oc #nhl au #nico hischier x oc #nico daws #dawson mercer #john marino x oc #john marino #simon nemec #alex holtz x oc #curtis lazar #seamus casey #ethan edwards #new jersey devils #umich hockey #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #matty beniers #mark estapa #rutger mcgroarty x oc #luca fantilli x oc #adam fantilli #frank nazar #gavin brindley

[sunset-bobby]

WIP Wednesday

this is the start of my buddietommy fic i was talking about here

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Contrary to popular belief, Evan Buckley was not oblivious. Sure, there were times when his need to hyperfocus affected his ability to see the bigger picture, but it was that attention to detail that made it easier for him to read people. So, yes he did notice that further into the relationship Tommy had begun getting closer to Eddie. At first, he thought it was nice. Eddie and Tommy had a lot in common, and none of his past relationships had taken the chance to get to know Eddie or any of his friends if he was being honest. It was nice to have someone fit in and include the important people in his life. However, as time went on Buck found himself once again feeling jealous of their relationship. Eddie and Tommy started having designated hangout days, even going so far as to share a Google calendar. Though, Buck could only blame himself for that as he was the one who suggested it. Tonight was one of those nights, and Tommy had flown Eddie to Vegas again. He originally asked Buck, offering a romantic helicopter ride and an overnight stay in a fancy hotel for the consultation of going to a race with him, but Buck being the kind person he was said Eddie would enjoy it more, and they made plans for a trip without out the race. But as he sits in the bar waiting for Maddie, Chim, Hen, and Karen, he can’t help but wish his boyfriend was with him instead of spending the night with his best friend. It also didn’t help that other people thought their closeness was weird too

“Hey, Buck! The usual?” Tara the bartender asked him. 

“Yup! You know me so well,” he told her, and she laughed turning around to pour him a draft. 

“Is Tommy or Eddie with you?” she asked, handing him his beer.

“No, they went to go see a NASCAR race in Vegas. Tommy got them tickets, you should have seen how excited Eddie was.”

“Oh. I thought you and Tommy were dating?” 

“We are,” he said a little confused. 

“Then why aren’t you with them?” 

“Tommy knows a guy, but they only got two tickets. I’m not really into cars like that so I told him he should ask Eddie,” he said with a shrug, taking a sip of his beer. 

“You let your boyfriend take another guy on an overnight trip to Vegas?” A person in the seat next to him asked incredulously. 

“Well I guess, but like nothing's gonna happen I trust them. Plus Eddie’s straight,” he answered, reassuring himself, more than them. Tara chuckled a little, at what Buck has no clue. 

#911 abc #911 show #911 fandom #911 fanfic #evan buckley #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #bucktommy #buddie #buddietommy #buck x eddie x tommy

[yawujin]

Can you make the danganronpav3 boys with a jealous s/o props if you put extra time into Shuichi, Rantaro and Kokichi they’re my favourites

Thank you if you do!

awwwright here it is, hope you like it :)

request | v3 boys x a jealous S/O

type | established relationship , non killing game , light hearted , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara always reminds his love that he only has eyes for them, no one else can compare anyway. still though, they feel the slight sting of envy whenever he is with kaede or himiko, even if they are just his close friends. "come here" he'll beckon his S/O over to sit nearer to him. once they do; he'll embrace them, pulling them in so very close and holding on tight. his sleuthing skills led him to the conclusion that today they were feeling especially jealous. (jk he just can read the room v well) "i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere." he promises.

rantaro amami's S/O makes him pinky promise that he has room for only one love and that's them. "i have you here, and that's all i need." he kisses their hand gently. later on, if they still feel jealous, he really lays on his charm thick. the sentences "you're all i could ever ask for." & "you're the only one i want." can be heard while rantaro and his S/O are on a hillside, watching the summer festival fireworks. he squeezes their hand as they walk past the many crowds of tourists surrounding the area.

kiibo usually tries to get his love to talk about all the reasons they are feeling jealous. damn, i wish i was the ultimate inventor so i could spend more time with him is what his S/O would think everytime miu pulled him away for maintenance. when they finally communicate their envious thoughts to him, he says: "this likeness for you is physically impossible for me to feel towards any other person." kiibo pauses. "or in other words, you taught me how to love, and for that i'm devoted to you." and, at least in that moment, their jealousy went away.

korekiyo shinguji tells them they need not worry, for everyone can get a little envious at times. they always remember how kiyo mentioned he had had encounters with various women from villages he visited in the past. they knew they shouldn't get jealous of that since they weren't even dating at the time but...

however, he had a fix for this. laying his S/O down and whispering affirmations into their ear. "i won't ever leave you, my dear. you have my word."

kaito momota helps his S/O's jealousy go away by making the push to spend more time with them. if it's attention they want, attention is what they will receive. he's a man of action and shows them that they're the only one he'll do these things with. he chose a late night picnic under the stars for him and his love.

gonta gokuhara will hold his S/O for an hour straight before he allows them to be jealous any second longer. "gonta promise he only love you!" he always says it with so much sincerity, they have no reason to doubt him.

ryoma hoshi reminds them that there is so use feeling jealous. "i'm already yours." he states it as fact, so they take it as fact. ryoma's comfort is his S/O, just as he is his S/O's comfort. he plans for it to stay that way for a very long time

kokichi ouma's initial reaction is to tease them about it. "aww, you feel that much for me?" he says it as if it's a laughing matter, but internally he feels as though he should make more time for them. he begins making excuses up, explaining to his friends that he can't hang out that day because of (insert ridiculous reason) but in reality it's all because he wants to see how happy his S/O gets when they get more of his undivided attention.

#danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #drv3 killing harmony #shuichi saihara x reader #rantaro amami x reader #drv3 k1b0 #k1b0 x reader #korekiyo x reader #kaito momota x reader #gonta gokuhara x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kiibo x reader

[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 // Chapter I

Summary: After one last screaming match and a good cry, Feyre is finally ready to move on from her lousy ex and rebuild the life he took her away from. She didn't imagine she'd be right back in the thick of it, reviving buried feelings for her best friend's cousin.

OR;

Feyre dumps Tamlin, moves back to big city life, and gets herself an alpha who will treat her right.

AN: The ending of my short fic for @whatishowedyouinthedark

CW: Somnophilia, breeding kink

Chapter II

Hot. Sticky. Aching. Heavy.

And oh so full. 

That made the rest of it bearable—enough so that she could settle again, drifting into a half-there daze. “That’s it,” she heard from somewhere far away. Felt her hips lift to rest on something soft. Another stretch, the catch of a knot. She couldn’t mask her whimper—tried to push back to meet the feeling.

A calloused hand pressed into the small of her back. “Shh. Lay still, darling. Let me take care of you. Get this fever down.”

A fever.

Feyre’s heat had been relentless. Between the constant hot flashes and pains with only one cure and the utter destruction of her sleep cycle, they’d both hoped the intensity would fade through the remainder of her heat, but she knew after coming into her designation nearly five years ago that it was wishful thinking.

The one mercy through it all was that her body was physically drained enough for her internal clock to push back a couple of hours, granting them both a bit more rest than they expected. Of course that just meant she woke to find herself sweating out a fever.

And now… now Rhys seemed to be taking care of it. Taking care of her. She really shouldn’t put so much stock in an alpha’s actions again, but it wasn’t exactly easy to dismiss the fact that he was helping her, if only for the week. She doubted longterm was in the books for him and wouldn’t open herself to get hurt by assuming as much. It was too risky.

His hand glided up her spine to clamp down on the back of her neck at the same moment he gave a sharp thrust into her. Whining, she gripped the pillow beneath her. “Stop thinking so hard, pet. All you need to do right now is take.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can and you will. You don’t need to think, you don’t need to act, and you don’t get to resist this.” He leaned down close by her ear, his long fingers tangling in her roots so he could angle her head slightly. “You want to be good for your alpha? To please me?” She nodded. “Words,” he scolded.

“Yes, alpha. I want to please you.”

He chuckled. “So eager, pet. If you want to please me, you’ll stop overthinking this. I intend to keep you, Feyre. To mate you, mark you so no one dares to think you’re searching for an alpha again. You are mine,” he snarled. “That’s the only fact I want floating in your pretty little head right now. Understand?”

His tongue dragged up the length of her neck before his mouth returned to its center, teeth pinching down on the tender flesh just tight enough to leave an impression. Feyre clenching the sheets tighter, part of her itching to feel him clamp down and break skin. She wanted his bite desperately, she realized. The little crush she had suppressed in the years he was away had rapidly bloomed to something greater after their reunion and with her hormones skyrocketing—

There was a sharp nip at her ear and she jerked in surprise. “I asked you a question, Feyre.”

“Yes. I understand.” He pinched her thigh. “Alpha.”

“Good girl.” 

The lazy roll of his hips began to pick up again, the drag of his knot in and out of her near torturous. Still, she knew better than to try to push back into the feeling now. “Look at my sweet girl,” Rhys crooned, his free hand falling to stroke her clit. Feyre’s eyes fluttered shut as the new attention brought her that much closer to the edge. “So pretty when you’re cockdrunk, Feyre. I’m gonna have to keep you filled up, aren’t I? Keep this hot little cunt nice and full with my cum.”

“Yes. Please, Rhys.”

“I’d have to start working from home,” he continued. “Keep you right here in this nest until I know you’re good and bred.” She could only manage a choked sound, hips jerking back on instinct. “Oh yes, I think that’s just what we’ll do, pet.”

“Rhys—” But she didn’t need to finish the thought, as he seemed to read her mind, latching down where her neck met her shoulder at the same time his knot swelled inside of her once again. She wailed in frustration as she came. Though she had found the release she was desperate for, though she was happy he had marked her, the position he had put her in was infuriating, depriving her of the privilege of marking him in return until he was able to pull out. 

Sensing her unease even as she quieted, Rhys purred, leaving just enough weight on her for the pressure to soothe. “Want to mark you too.”

“I know, darling. Soon.” Several minutes later, he drew back, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Let me run the shower for you,” he murmured. “Then I’ll make breakfast.”

“Rhys.”

“I’ve known I’ve wanted you for years, Feyre. Rejected any other match my father threw at me because I knew you were the only one I’d ever come to feel something for. You just broke up with your ex. If the marking isn’t mutual then my bite will fade in a few days. Don’t rush a decision so permanent if you aren’t ready to make that call.” 

She frowned, but nodded, remaining silent when he left the room to start the adjoining shower. She wasn’t quite sure how to take any of this, if she was being honest. The man had gone from claiming he wanted her marked for others to see and knocked up with his baby to now saying he had no interest in rushing things. Maybe she wasn’t ready for everything he’d suggested moments ago, but she was still confident in where this would be starting. She knew what she wanted, didn’t she?

“It’s ready,” Rhys called over the sound of the shower and vent. “You can test it yourself, of course. I’m going to start breakfast.”

She grimaced. “If you wait, I can help you fix something.”

“That’s alright, darling. I’ve got it under control.”

A new idea sparked and she reached out to guide him by the hand, taking a step backwards towards the standing shower. “What if I need your help here first?”

He gave a strained chuckle, seeming almost surprised by the invitation. “In that case.” He followed her under the spray, reaching for the bottle of shampoo shelved on the wall and starting a lather he could work into her tangled hair. His fingers teased her scalp with each pass and she shivered under his touch. “Feel good?” he asked, guiding her head back before rinsing it to apply the conditioner.

“I’ve always enjoyed people playing with my hair. There wasn’t much in the way of intimacy in my childhood. At least my sisters and I had that much in the mornings. For a while. We got older and… drifted.”

Rhys hummed softly, but didn’t pick at the old wound she’d revealed, moving on to clean her body. Every motion was damn near perfunctory, scrubbing her clean of sweat, semen, and God knew what else. And yet the steady motions of his hands, the tenderness of every stroke that was so at odds with this morning’s claiming—it was its own sort of intimacy, sacred in its own right.

“Can I…”

Giving her a soft smile, Rhys ducked his head enough she could return the favor, first tending to his hair, then the hard planes that made up his god-like form. He seemed to wind a little tighter with every touch. Still, he remained a perfect gentleman. That was until she slid to her knees, her hand closing over his hardening length. “Feyre, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rhys?” Dipping her head, she flicked her tongue along his slit, tristing his broader form would continue to block the water from hitting her. “You told me last night I’d get a taste of you too and you’ve yet to deliver on that. My pleasure doesn’t always have to come first, you know.”

“Darling,” he groaned.

But she already had her mouth around him, hollowing her cheeks and taking the first few inches, slowly working the rest with her hand. A jagged breath rushed out of him when she shifted forward, taking him deeper. One hand was braced on the wall, the other half-open and hovering just over her head as if he was determined not to touch her yet. Another inch and he cracked, jaw clenched tight, one hand stroking through her wet hair before twisting into the dark strands and sweeping his thumb across the back of her head in a soothing stroke. “Good girl,” he crooned. He always seemed to know just what she was waiting for. “So precious, trying to take care of your alpha.” 

This time he was the one to push closer, easing in until he nudged the back of her throat. Tears stung her eyes even with the gentle shift, but she managed to suppress her gag, taking a greedy breath when he drew back a moment later, raw pleasure scrawled across his handsome face. 

Something like pride fluttered to life inside of her at the sight of it, and she was eager to be the cause of it again. “God,” he hissed. “I knew this sweet little mouth was going to be the death of me.” Rolling his neck, he seemed to master himself enough to take control of the situation with a little more clarity. Rocking his hips, he stroked his thumb across her jaw on one side, accentuating the ache there. Though he smiled down at her, there was an edge to it that brought her focus back. “It was wrong of me to tease you so long, wasn’t it, darling? You told me from the beginning what you really needed. Now look at you.” Another sweep of his thumb and she shivered, feeling the smear of her own drool across her cheek. “Daddy’s cock made it all better, didn’t it?”

A violent shutter racked her body and he chuckled, but didn’t make any remark on it. Enough had been said through action and reaction alone. “Hands on your thighs, little one.” Cupping her face, he increased his pace, growling out a sharp curse when her lips slid back from her teeth, tapping her cheek in reprimand even as she watched the edge of pain light something in him. Still, the sharp thrust to follow caught her off guard, hands flying up. “No. You’re fine, pet. Breath through it.”

Though it took her a moment, she was able to master herself. Though she was disappointed by the lack of verbal praise, the look in his eyes as he brushed her tears away was enough—especially when that silver tongue of his finally seemed to be tied.

Keeping one hand locked in her hair, the other fell to wrap around the base of his cock. “I’m getting close, pet.” Feyre swallowed around him and he cursed, low and nasty. It pleased her all the more. “Cheeky thing. You gonna swallow Daddy’s come, darling?” She whimpered around him. I thought so. “My perfect little omega. Always eager so please, aren’t you?”

Retreating just an inch, Rhys spilled onto her tongue, watching as she took every drop of it before pulling back until he slipped from her lips. “Perfect,” he repeated, voice barely audible over the pounding of the water above them. Reaching out, he wiped his thumb across the excess at the corners of her, easing the digit between her parted lips in a silent demand and giving a low growl when her tongue swirled over the pad of it. 

“Good girl.” With that he hauled her back to her feet, clearly aiming to kiss her. But Feyre had already ducked her head, teeth latching onto his pectoral and clamping hard enough to break skin. He barked in surprise, but she barely heard it, lost in the taste of him—the feeling of that bond blooming. 

Alpha and omega, it seemed to sing. Two halves of a perfect whole. Man and woman, partner and friend. Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate.

There was a tangle of thought and emotion, far too chaotic to be solely hers, no matter how lost she was to the flourishing bridge binding their souls. “Feyre,” he groaned. “My mate.” She pulled back, panting against his neck. “Darling, you realize—”

“I want this, she told him, pulling his head down until their lips nearly brushed. “I know I said I didn’t want an alpha for a while, but I’ve always wanted you. When you left for New York.” 

His lips twitched upwards. “You were barely out of high school, just exploring your designation.”

“I knew what I wanted. But you left and I met Tamlin. I let myself be charmed by the first alpha I acquainted myself with, moved across the country. I convinced myself I didn’t regret it? That I had something good enough. But good enough isn’t enough anymore. So I’m here. And I’m taking what I want. For good.”

He tilted her chin slightly, granting her a soft, linking kiss that sent their bond singing once again. “Breakfast, Feyre. Then we’ll discuss what you’ve staked your claim on.”

Biting her lip, she reached past him to shut off the water. “Better you show me, I think.”

~~~~~

“I’m right here, you know?” Feyre blinked, sliding her eyes back to Mor who sat beside her at the kitchen nook just off the main room where Rhys stood over the stove making them all dinner. Her friend scoffed, though it almost seemed good-natured. “I’m thrilled for you guys, don’t get me wrong. But could you maybe not eye fuck my cousin while I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”

She blushed, ignoring the soft chuckle she heard from the kitchen. Feyre’s heat had broken nearly a week ago, yet she and Rhys were still finding themselves nearly insatiable. Hell, just this morning he’d had her spread out on the very table she sat at. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m mostly teasing. I’m so happy you came home and got your head on straight about—”

“We aren’t discussing him, Mor. It’s done, I’m mated, and that’s the end of it.”

Her friend nodded, sipping from her wine glass. “Good. So, tell me about the studio you found.”

“It was so much easier to reconnect than I thought it would be. I thought I’d be starting from the ground up, but even with the new space I’m hearing from old patrons.” She sighed. “Things are looking up, even with…”

“What?”

She bit her lip, fingering the stem of her glass. “My sister called. She said Lucien caught wind of my starting up my studio here and mentioned it to her. She wants to meet for breakfast.”

“Lucien Vanserra?” Mor asked. “I haven’t heard that name since high school. What’s he doing now?”

“Apparently my sister. He’s always had a thing for her. Even when we were all kids.” She waved her hand, dismissing the subject. “It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Trying to mend bridges.”

“No, Feyre. I don’t think that would hurt a thing.”

~~~~~

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#acotar #feysand #fanfiction #feysand fic #omegaverse #omegaverse!feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #gift fic

[xyp6a]

Sam apparently has a girlfriend

But also he acts like he wants to fuck me …

And pays for everything and gives me small gifts that are useful or relevant to what I need like those hoops for dog tags

#anyway we’re best friends #I’m fully in his friend group now #he told me to text him tomorrow #he friends even said ‘look you’re matching today’ #like in an ‘you look like a couple’ tone of voice #so ……. #confused #wish I was close to one of his friends so I could ask #but also I’m delusional so what even is real #and he’s always starring at me

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Wait, but what is it about wally in the human au that makes him so weird?? Is it just an ableism thing or does he have like strange habits/interests

mmmm it's a bit of both kinda? more so the latter honestly! i mean by social norms & standards he's already a quirky guy, and i think he'd have a plethora of 'odd' mannerisms & habits on top of that. so yes, he's genuinely strange, but it's up to others to view/treat that as a negative or a positive or a neutral yk yk

#personally im standing off to the side sighing wistfully #wishing i could live my life so unbothered by how the world views me. oh to live your most genuine self without fear or compromise.... #like for example i gotta stick with the apple theme. he fucking Loves those things. he'll talk for hours about them #like in his & barn's kitchen there is an Apple Basket for him to gaze upon or pick out an apple to admire or paint #and he gets distressed whenever he views someone eating an apple or cutting one up cause to him they're Not Food & he loves them yk? #and of course there's the intense unbreaking eye contact with literally everyone #unless he's explicitly asked 'dont look me in the eye' he Will Stare Into Your Soul #and if asked he'll Remember & will literally never make eye contact with that person again. he'd rather close his eyes completely #& in this au he's still Constantly Smiling & honestly is very hard to ruffle to the point of it being slightly unnerving #he goes through a haunted house with his friends and has them all cowering behind him as he strolls through casual as anything #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #i could go on! he's just... yk! he's Him! without compromise! he takes norms & expectations and crumples them up! #he looks at them and says 'wow! this is worthless!' #and keeps doing his own thing

[thisqueernerd]

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#rejection and heartbreak rant part 3 #i wonder if hell let me adore him as friends #but im right back where i started before confessing #where im afraid to be affectionate because i dont know how he feels about it #except now i fear even more than hell be uncomfortable #i asked him his boundaries on physical affection once and he said he wasnt ok with it when there was a deeper meaning #idk being in love with him seems like a deeper meaning to him #i wouldnt be doing so to try and get into a relationship #i really just want to fucking relax and enjoy one of my two comfort people #but everythings messy #im pretty sure id be happy without a relationship as long as i could freely show my love #but i dont know if hed be alright with that #we starting talking a bit about that #but i didnt get very far because i didnt want to overwhelm him with everything at once #why does he have to be the most complicated and closed off person ive ever met /aff #i wish i knew all his thoughts #i wish he wanted me #im not delusional when i say were practically perfect for each other #oh and im afraid that even if i am happy adoring him but not being with him #that hell choose a romantic partner over me and leave #because lets me honest #thats what happens in society #i dream of having a home and raising a family with him and my qpr #(who he loves /pl as well) #(or at least i assume platonically) #(but a part of me fears that maybe he likes her instead) #(he always did prefer fem people and shes way more confident and funny and similar to him than me) #anyway returning to my dreams with him in the next part #him