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Are you all, alright?

I’m.. ok. I’m sorry for not posting requests yet. I am very busy with college and also I’ve been diagnosed recently with something that I have been struggling to deal with .. (((that’s a lil bit of a scary sentence don’t worry I’m not dying I just don’t want to specify bc its personal)))

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A Grand Prize

Not based on a prompt, sorry  ^^;  But I thought it was cute enough to share.

The F/C I had in mind while writing is a low-level superhero, so the “accomplishment” Y/N is trying to reward was F/C helping to save the city, but I tried to write it vaguely enough that readers can substitute in other stuff that might apply better to their F/C…like, F/C did good at a sport or at work, or achieved some personal goal, or something.  Just explaining the context in case the vagueness makes it confusing in-story, eheh.

written by Anonymous

“Wanna make out?”

You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth, as if that would force the words back in.

F/C dropped their fork.

It was already weird enough of you to bring takeout to F/C’s place, especially because you’d been too embarrassed to call ahead and hadn’t considered how much more embarrassing it’d be to just knock on their door and hand them a bag of food.  (For crying out loud, they might not have even been home…)  On top of that, although you shared a circle of mutual friends, you and F/C rarely interacted.  When they, surprised and smiling, had responded to your gift and congratulations by inviting you in to eat with them, that was the first time the two of you had ever been alone together.

It had been easy enough to keep the focus of the conversation on F/C’s recent accomplishment.  All you had to do was keep asking questions and offering praise, and whenever they thanked you for the food (they never even questioned it, they were so grateful, oh gosh), despite your stutter and blush you could always just rebound it back into admiration for what they’d done.

So why.  The hell.  Had your mouth gone on autopilot??

“…Huh?” F/C asked, after clearing their throat.

“I—uh—h-h-how about this takeout?"  You made a big show of shoveling more food into your mouth…or, you would’ve, if your plate hadn’t already been empty.

F/C seemed more befuddled than anything.  "No…didn’t you say ’make ou—”

“Do you wanna?”

You slapped your hand over your mouth again.

F/C only gaped, face starting to heat up a little, though yours was already a third-degree burn.  It was probably their fault for being so cute.

“Do I wanna make out,” they repeated slowly.

“I—um—OH!"  You started waving your hands frantically.  "That is—I mean—as—um—…congratulations?”

“…Huh?”

“Cus.  Um.  I mean—you did such a good job—like, not as a-anything in particular, the, um, k-kissing I mean—just—that is—you did a really good job, so you deserve to…um…to f-f-feel…good…”

…Your hands fell limp to your sides.  But it wasn’t long before they snapped back up so you could bury your face in them.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“…You’d…do that for me…?”

How was F/C so cute?

Despite wanting to crawl under a rock and compost, your gaze was drawn back to them.  There was no accusation, disgust, joke, or even salaciousness in their tone or face.  They were embarrassed, sure, but genuinely touched.

No one had ever looked at you like that before.

The next thing you knew you were standing up from the table, and F/C was standing before you, their hand wavering hesitantly over your cheek.  Your skin tingled where they weren’t quite touching it.  You couldn’t bear to break eye contact.  You were hardly breathing.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” asked F/C, forehead crinkling with concern.

You swallowed, and nodded.

Slowly, so slowly, their fingertips touched your cheek, gently following with their palm.  They just held it, staring into your eyes, barely an inch away, blushing harder with every passing second.

It soon became obvious that they were waiting for you to move.

With courage you’d never known you had, you leaned forward—though this took you away from their palm—placed a steadying hand on their shoulder, and pressed your lips to their cheek.

You held it there for a moment, while your brain tried to figure out if you were still alive or had died from the exertion.  Then you pulled back, just a little, so you could kiss again.

“Oh,” exhaled F/C.  It was a happy noise, and they gently wrapped their arms around you in a loose hug.

It was slow going, but somehow that made it unbearably sensual, as you worked your way from their cheek into more dangerous territory.  All the while F/C’s embrace drew you in.  At last, though their grip was still light and loose, your body was right up against theirs.

And you kissed their mouth.

The barest pressure of their lips pushing back against yours made you dizzy.  Were they politely trying to match your level of pressure, or were they just as nervous as you were?  You had to make the second kiss a little firmer to find out, open up to engulf just a little more of their mouth.  They responded with gentle sighs, letting you take the lead, kissing back (and squeezing the hug) just enough to prove they were interested but perfectly content to melt beneath you.  Every time you broke a kiss, you dragged out their lips a little in your wake, and just that little bit of extra taste made you hungry for more.

Your hands left F/C’s shoulders to slide strokingly up their neck, then held their head in place while you captured them in your most deliberate kiss yet.  F/C responded with a soft moan.  When it ended you had to gasp for air, since your lack of breathing was catching up with you, but F/C immediately pressed you with a new kiss.  Just on your upper lip, so you still had freedom to pant, but your breathing only got more labored as they kept repeating the gesture.  Their embrace was tighter now, hands gropingly readjusting their grip to keep you held flush against them, and it would’ve been rude not to wrap your arms around them with the same intensity.

Thus entangled, your lips met again, and someone got the bright idea to make a formal introduction of your tongues.  From then on it was a bit of a whirlwind, all soft and wet within your mouth while your hands roamed desperately across each other and everything else rubbed tantalizingly together.  You were drunk on the taste of them, couldn’t get enough of their texture, and if you weren’t mistaken F/C was feeling the sa—

“HEY, F/C, YOU HOME?”

You broke apart with a sound like a wet suction cup.

2F/C barged right in, holding a bag of takeout from the exact same place you’d just patronized.  The words of congratulations died out to a mumble as they caught sight of…well…you and F/C had already leapt apart, but between the beet-red faces and heavy breathing and probably a whole host of other symptoms that wouldn’t occur to you until later, there was clearly cause for surprise.

And you’d thought you’d already gotten past the most embarrassing part…

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Fond(le) Memories

This is 100% self-indulgence cus I recently moved to my first apartment and am NOT adjusting well, eheh…

Written by Anonymous

“Your old place was full of memories, right?” F/C went on, taking you by the hand.  “C'mon.”

You stumbled along awkwardly.  You were already emotionally worn-out from confessing your discomfort—because honestly, how embarrassing was it to be driven to tears over something as “ordinary” as moving—so you didn’t question them, only followed.

F/C poked their nose into every doorway that offered, until they apparently reached what they were looking for and pulled you inside.  The bed in your room was already assembled, with mattress and sheets and everything, though you had to pick your steps carefully past the mountains of miscellaneous stuff piled haphazardly on the floor.  But F/C was determined, and they made it all the way to the bed, and sat down, and released your hand, and patted the spot beside them.

You sat.

“Take your old room, for example,” said F/C, swinging their legs lazily.  “You loved it there, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“Because it was familiar.  Because you’d made a lot of memories there.  Whether good or bad, that was something.  Here—"  They made a sweeping gesture.  "—there’s nothing.  Not yet.  No memories at all, it’s just blank, a place you don’t know.  That’s why you’re uncomfortable.”

That and a host of other reasons, but you nodded, sniffling a little.  It made sense.

“So, naturally, in order for you to feel at ease here…you have to start making memories.”

With that, they kissed your cheek.

You yelped and almost fell off the bed, but F/C just chuckled, shifting position to kiss again a little harder.  “A good memory would probably help the most,” they whispered against your skin, grinning.

Your emotions were a tangled mess from the sudden mood whiplash—you could still feel the dried tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes—but once again, what F/C said made sense.

You scooted around to face them, and F/C’s smile broadened.  They brought a hand up to the side of your face, gently teasing the edge of your ear with their thumb, before pressing their palm to your cheek.  Your eyes were closed even before they pulled you against them.  Your hands crept up their chest en route to a loose embrace around their neck.  F/C’s lips pressed against yours with a gentle but unyielding pressure.

They held the kiss for a while, drinking you in, before twisting away and returning at another angle.  They repeated this a few times, sighing appreciatively all the while.  With every movement your noses nuzzled against each other, and you couldn’t help but giggle into their mouth, it tickled so much.

F/C’s arms shifted, slipping behind your back in warm embrace.  The motion pulled you further into their lap.  They kept kissing, still slow and gentle, but with an insistent passion you eagerly reciprocated.  Their hands caressed all the way up and down your back.  You responded by continually shifting in their grip, rubbing your torso against theirs, your hands clinging to their skin and shirt partly in grope and partly for support.

F/C dragged their tongue across your lower lip.

You surprised them by breaking away, scattering wet kisses across their cheek instead.  F/C snorted out a laugh, squeezing a handful of your ass for punishment.  You fell over with a squeak of delight, thumping onto your back on the mattress as F/C eagerly dove after you, running their hands along your sides and chest, paying special attention to your favorite areas, and excitedly kissing all over your forehead and nose before returning to thrust their tongue between your parted lips.

The both of you fumbled for a bit because you were laughing too much to french properly, tongues constantly retreating as you giggled and gasped for air.  It didn’t help that you were both actively trying to tickle each other now.  But even in childish teasing, the feel of your fingertips slipping under each other’s tops to stroke at bare skin led the mood back from humorous to amorous.  So, after wrapping your arms and legs around F/C in a squeezing hug and trapping them in a kiss so hard and so long you were both dizzy when it broke, you were ready to try again.

F/C immediately claimed the upper hand, roughly dominating your mouth, and you savored the taste of it.  For a moment.  Then you were fighting back, stroking up the underside of their tongue as if trying to flip it over, both of you stroking and prodding with feverish excitement while the rest of your bodies squirmed in response.

After several moaning minutes, you, with your viselike grip on the back of F/C’s skull to keep them right where you wanted them, thought you’d won—but soon realized it was only the battle, not the war.  F/C’s tongue had been pliantly submissive during that final stretch because their concentration had fled to their hands, which had been gropingly undressing you the whole time.

Exhausted as you already were, you recognized that it wasn’t fair for F/C to still be dressed while you shivered beneath them, and started clumsily working on their shirt only because it was the closest article of clothing.

But F/C—grinning mischievously, sweat dripping off their reddened face—was already jumping ahead.

Never mind their own obvious arousal, their fingers shot straight down to your crotch, firmly caressing their way down there from the base of your throat.  In an instant they had you, and all you could do was buck and cry and cling to their half-undone top like a lifeline.  F/C was merciless, playing you like a harp, teasing you up and down in all the agonizingly right ways to make sure that when you hit your peak, it was as high as you could go.

You shrieked.  And then all you could really do was lie there and pant.

F/C respected your immobility by taking over the duty of their own undressing, smirking down at you and making a show of it.  Done, they licked their lips and leaned down for another kiss, but you drew up the strength to topple them over and pin them down, and they, laughing again, submitted to your will.

By the end of the night you were both sore, lying naked side-by-side with the sheets haphazardly pulled over you.  You were holding hands again.

“So,” F/C chuckled, stretching to press a kiss to your temple.  “Was that a good enough memory?”

You smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“But, you know,” you went on thoughtfully, “that only takes care of this room…”

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Quite a Catch

>Batman & Joker. (In other words F/C and Reader.) Forbidden love between a Hero and Villain. I don’t really care who’s gonna’ be who. Ahhh~ I’m a bit of a Batman fan.

My f/c atm is a villain and oh boy did this request jump out at me. F/C is a male villain (sorry to y'all with fem/nb fave villains) and (gender-neutral) reader is a superhero, sworn to protect their city. F/C captures Y/N. Forbidden love ensues.

Written by AJ

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You could feel the hum of the crowd as you climbed onto stage, your superhero disguise suddenly tight on your chest. At center stage stood Mayor 2F/C, beaming with a trophy in their hands. Well, it wasn’t the key to the city, but it was the best thing this poor town could give you. Hell, three years ago ago, this city was under the rule of a tyrant called F/C. You’d confronted them and driven them to their lair beneath the city’s surface. Since then, the city grew kinder, more excited, and everyone learned that you would always be there to rescue you.

But you’d always wondered why F/C gave up so easily. As soon as you caught them redhanded, trying to poison the water supply, he relented immediately. You still couldn’t figure why.

You made your way to 2F/C’s side anyway as they spoke, and you blushed modestly. Near you, two cops stood in silent observation, ready for whatever could go wrong.

“…and we give Y/N this reward, on behalf of the entire city of–”

A terrible feedback noise caught the crowd off guard and 2F/C stumbled back. You turned your gaze to the blue, blue sky, and a pillow smacked you in the face. You recovered quickly, undaunted by something so soft. “Who threw that?” you demanded, your voice carrying even to the city folk in the back. Everyone glanced at each other fearfully. Wait, fearfully? Did the city fear you, or did you misunderstand? “You’re not in trouble, I’d just like to know.”

“I threw that shoe,” came the last voice you ever expected to hear. The crowd parted in shock as F/C folded his arms and smiled. “Well then, superfreak…”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Whatever. You don’t deserve this trophy.”

“And why not?!” 2F/C demanded. “Y/N has been nothing but modest, kind, and powerful since they started protecting us.”

“Ha! Your precious little ‘hero’ has done nothing in their life worth anything to anyone.”

“That’s not true!” someone cried from the crowd.

“Shut up! It’s too late, Y/N. You’ve walked into my trap. Say goodbye forever to this city!”

“Y/N, look out!” 2F/C cried, but before you could react, the cops standing onstage advanced towards you. One of them smacked you upside the head, and as the crowd gasped and broke into chaos (unlike any they’d had for five years), F/C motioned to his henchmen and disappeared.

~~

You woke with your arms draped through the bars of a cage. You leapt to your feet but found your head bonked the top of it. As you rubbed where you’d hit your head, you heard a voice from the other side of the room. “Piece of shit–!” It took you a good ten seconds to realize F/C was not talking about you, but about the large contraption in front of him. He threw a wrench across the room, missing you by a long shot, and you cleared your throat.

“Oh!” he seemed caught off-guard, but he recovered quickly. “So, Y/N. So easily taken down by two henchmen, both of which are much much weaker and stupider than you. Not so useful after all, huh?”

“Drop it, F/C. You don’t capture unless you’ve got a good reason to. Why am I here?”

“Five years ago, you exposed me to this city as a liar, thief, cheater, swindler, and all around terrible person. I had to leave because you destroyed my reputation.”

“But five years is too long to wait for revenge.”

“It was revenge. Don’t you remember the Narco gang, the Sisterhood of the Coke Fuel, and Master Crime?”

You gaped. “They all worked for you? You coward, why not confront me yourself?”

“Five years ago, Y/N,” they dropped their arrogance and moved with animalistic ferocity towards your cage, “you chose good over me, when we were about to go into business together.”

You stared at him. “You’re mad I didn’t love you enough?”

“I’m mad that I loved you too much,” he grabbed your hands, pulling you to the bars. “I spent so long hanging out with you, standing by and helping when things got rough, and you did the same for me, and I thought we had something.”

“I still love you, F/C,” you blurted, looking at him hard. “I didn’t know what I was saying, I don’t believe you’re as awful as I said–”

“But I am,” he corrected you nonchalantly. “And maybe that’s it. You were too good for me, literally speaking. And you almost never saw me for who I really was. Y/N, please, we have to keep pretending we’re rivals if we ever hope to keep seeing each other.”

“We can’t destroy this town with our own personal drama,” you insisted.

“No, you’re right. And after all that time,” he began to release you, “you couldn’t possibly still love me. I’m awful, despicable–”

“F/C, for God’s sake. Close your eyes.”

“I’m not falling for that. You’ll escape.”

“Well, where would I go? I don’t remember your lair’s layout. Besides, I don’t want to go. You’re quite a catch, after all.” He slowly closed his eyes. You reached through the bars, thankful he was close, and pulled his lips to yours. Without his full body to press against yours, you instead let your hands roam across his back and kissed him deeply. He melted into you as smoothly as the two of you had done all those years ago.

Suddenly, he broke away, red-faced and breathing raggedly. “Y/N, we can’t. They’ll come looking for you. They’ll, they’ll want me dead.”

“Let them come if they like,” you shrugged. “I for one wouldn’t mind sticking it to these people about how their treatment of you…and mine, honestly…doesn’t make sense.”

“God, I want to make love to you like we always did.”

“I can’t do that stuck in this cage.” He unlocked it for you, and you stepped out proudly. As he was standing to face you, you grabbed his cheeks in both hands and pulled him into another kiss. In surprise, he fell forward, sending the both of you to the floor. You flipped over so he was on his back gazing up lovinglh at you. Your hands roamed over his body, and his over yours. It surprised you a little, but you never got past making out and the occasional grip on the other’s leg or ass.

After what felt like forever in his arms, the touching and kissing died down, and the two of you lay there, you on top of him, doing nothing. From what sounded like far away, there were footsteps, or maybe it was just rats. But with the energy you had left, you pulled off your mask and threw it across the floor. To F/C, you declared, “Our love shouldn’t be forbidden, but as long as it is, they’ll have to deal with my being absent.” You climbed off of him, leaving him exhausted on the floor. “I love you, F/C. I always have. But I can’t love you like this.”

He paused. Before you could get to the presumed exit, you swept up your mask. He stopped you with a question. “Same time, next week?”

“Next time, I come to you, no kidnapping.”

“Deal,” he smiled at you, with as little malice as he could manage. You winked and blew a kiss at him before sweeping out, leaving the incoming flood of policemen (led by 2F/C) to find a poor, flustered (F/C) with no hostage. But still he thought of you, and that thought brought him to his feet. And so he told them how you escaped, and they took off in that direction, but he knew they couldn’t catch you.

No one could. You were always the catcher, and he was the catch.

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are you guys still active?

Sorry I was offline for a while because of personal reasons! I’ll start queueing some fics soon

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I'll Show Her...

Prompt: Could someone write me a story about a male Reader and a male F/C. The Reader would get hit on by some girl and he’s obviously uncomfortable, so F/C swoops in to save the day by shoving how gay they are in her face.

It was supposed to be a nice day out. You and (F/C) were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the sun and each other’s company, when this girl, sitting on a bench across from you two, winked at you and licked her lips suggestively. You tried to ignore her at first and focus your full attention on (F/C) but she wouldn’t stop staring at you and bite her lips whenever you made eye contact.

“What do you think, (Y/N)?” You snapped back to reality and turned to face your boyfriend. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “it’s just… this girl over there keeps flirting with me and it makes me feel uncomfortable.”

(F/C) looked towards the girl and she just smiled casually while giving him a wink.

“I’ll show her,” (F/C) almost growled as he turned towards you and crashed his lips against yours as his hand snaked around you neck to pull you closer while the other rested on your thigh.

Hearing the girl scoff, (F/C) took this as a challenge and moved so he was now straddling you while his hands roamed your body. The panic that you were out in public was soon overwhelmed by the heat of the kiss and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

You were this close to ripping his clothes when you realized you were still in the park and there were people watching. You slowly pulled away, despite his whimpers, and looked over his shoulder only to find the bench empty.

“Does that mean our make out session is over?” (F/C) asked, a little disappointed.

“Home,” you said, lust burning in your eyes, “now!”

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Cute Either Way

>hello! it’s my first time ever requesting a fic from someone, haha. anyways, I would like to request a fic wherein the reader has glasses but hates wearing them because it makes them look nerdy or ugly or something like that and f/c tells them otherwise, complements them and gets them to wear their glasses. thank you and hope you have a nice day! *leaves whatever your fave food is*

I can relate, so, I wanted to try to tackle this one! Whoever requested this, I hope you like it! :D And, thank you for the food!  (Gender neutral for both the favorite character, and for the reader)

Written by: anonymous

You sighed as you passed by another blurry sign. You left your glasses at home, so you wouldn’t have to show up with them on when you met F/C. Even though you couldn’t see very well without them, you wanted to look more attractive for them, and you didn’t think you looked particularly good with glasses. Now, you were walking towards your second date, the snow crunching under your boots.

The owners of the diners smiled and greeted you when you walked in. You were a regular, and a well liked one at that. You lived close to the diner, so you ended up going there a lot. Instead of your usual seat you chose to sit closer to the door, so you’d be able to see F/C when they walked in.

Just like any other time you went there, the diner still smelled like bacon and maple syrup. It was less crowded as it usually was, the snowy weather deterring people from going out to dinner. You ordered a coffee, hoping to pass the time before F/C arrived.

    You took a sip of your coffee, trying to take your mind off of it. It was a little too hot still, but it was nice. You had just come out of the snow, and your body still hasn’t fully warmed up yet. The hot coffee was a welcome relief, it felt like sunshine.

    Outside the window of the diner, the snow started to slow down. The snow on the ground was ankle-deep, and you were grateful that it stopped there. There was a little lining of snow on the windowsill. On the window small snowflakes had stuck to the glass, some slowly sliding down.

    The door opened, giving you a gust of cold air. Still, you couldn’t help but to smile. It was your partner F/C, looking around for you. The shoulders of their coat were dusted with snow, and their boots left wet footprints on the tile.

They were facing the wrong direction, so you piped up.

“F/C, over here!”

Their face lit up as they turned around. Their coat made a swishing sound as the bounded towards you, sliding into the seat opposite you.

“Sorry I’m late, the traffic here was something else,” they said, grinning brightly, “but, I’m here now!”

“It’s okay, F/C! The snow took us both by surprise,” you said. “If I had known it would have been this bad, I definitely would have rescheduled.”

    They grinned at you, and you opened up the menu to look at the options. For a moment, you forgot that you weren’t wearing your glasses. All you could see was a wall of blurry text. You squinted to try to see the text better, but soon gave up. You had already been to the diner enough to know the best meals there.

    When you looked back up at F/C, they were staring back at you with a concerned look on their face.

    “Y/N, did you lose your glasses … ?”

    “Oh, no, I just left them at home, that’s all,” you said, darting your eyes back at the table.

    “Ah, ok!” they said with a laugh. “I’ll just have to remind you to bring them, next time.”

    You tilted your head, confused. Did they think that you forgot them?

    “I think I look better without them on,” you said.

    F/C looked at you, their eyes wide with surprise.

    “Really… ? Don’t tell me that’s why you…. ?”

    You nodded, embarrassed.

    “Sorry, I didn’t even think about that …but, how come you think so? I think you look really cute with your glasses on. Not to say you’re not cute without your glasses too.”

    “Do you really?” you said, feeling warmth creep up on your cheeks. “They don’t make me look ugly or nerdy?”

    “Yeah, of course they don’t!” they said, smiling wider, “It’s just another thing that makes you … you, you know? I don’t really think “ugly” or “nerdy” when I see you with glasses, I just see Y/N! And … I see how cute you are.”

    You smiled back at them. Next date, you were definitely wearing your glasses.

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|| fall for your type || part two ||

Hey there, its your girl Hana (the author of fall for you type) I’m glad many people enjoyed reading & liked the fic, THANKYOU, THANKYOU, THANKYOU. So here is part two (which is also the last part) & I hope you enjoy it. ❤️

B/f/n - Best friends name

S/n - Sisters name

S/fc/n - Sisters favourite characters name

Written by: hanalockhart

The feeling of finding out the truth hurts. It really hurts. When someone tells you the truth about someone or something, you either start feeling embarrassed because you were leading yourself into lies that never existed.

But most importantly, you start to feel lost and you feel the same emotions over and over, guilty.

Y/n L/n was now guilty. For what she has done. She played her part of her story but awfully wrong; she fell in love with someone even though the one that cherished yet still admired her was going to leave her.

I wouldn’t blame him.

But I wouldn’t blame her either. It was a loss of communication.

Y/n chapped her lips together and folded her arms whole she cleared her throat. She sniffled and wiped her tears as she has finished reading the diary.

F/c, well F/c was still in the position he was before. Staring out the afternoon clouds, that have been spitting with rain.

Y/n looked at him. He looked much better than before. He seemed relief. Relief of that, someone has read his book and could relate. Y/n related very much.

Yet, he was still crumbling and knitted his brow. F/c thought of one memory that made him feel on edge. That made him feel like crap. Made him feel like he lost his battle.

When B/f/n asked Y/n, if he would marry her.

They both sat in silence, Y/n needed to actually breath cause she felt so caught up in the diary, she could of lost her voice because of the amount of guilt and pain she had in her.

The two sat there, enjoying their company yet thinking about everything.

However, not only Y/n felt pain and guilt. She felt angry.

Angry that the fact that, B/f/n, supposing loyal friend of F/c admitted that he was the one that wrote her the magical letters that she fell in love with.

But B/f/n fell in love with the idea of being in love with Y/c.

Pretty much, he never loved her I suppose. And Y/n could never be in love with him because he wasn’t the one sending the letters, he wasn’t the one who was taking care of her and he certainly wasn’t the one she fell in love with.

But she did.

F/c was madly in love with Y/n. Since the day he saw her, spoke to her, touched her, he felt like they were meant to be.

So he wrote those letters, he wrote and wrote and wrote. Though, he was scared that he would be rejected by her.

That’s when he sent B/f/n to pass those letters, for him to watch how happy she was when she read them.

He also watched how B/f/n fell in love with her and how they got together.

Y/n wrapped the diary back together and placed it in front of F/c who was still out of it. Y/n heart hurt. It really did.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n whispered, breaking the silence. F/c sighed and slightly looked at her, he motioned his face and brought his two fingers up, implying the number two.

“You shouldn’t be sorry. I should be. If only I had realise that, it was you. You were the one who loved me, you were the one that took care of me. But I was blinded.” Y/n anger rose towards B/f/n. He has realised the pain he caused them, not what it cost them.

F/c just shook his head. He actioned, it was a mistake by putting his little pinky over his mouth. Now Y/n shook her head.

“He was indeed.” Y/n scoffed and breathed in and out. F/c didn’t know what to do. It was a mistake indeed but whatever happened, happened.

It was un-intention for B/f/n to fall in love. He was caught up in love, I guess.

Y/n looked at F/c who was already looking at her. There was one question that burned into Y/n mind. But she couldn’t put it in words.

F/c started to get worried as Y/n, had no emotions. He didn’t want her to be hurt anymore. He actioned, you okay? By pointing at her and throwing his thumbs up and down for good or bad.

Y/n breathed in and out and nodded no. “There’s one question that I need to ask you.” F/c simply nodded and waited for what she wanted to ask. He knew what she wanted to ask.

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked. But as soon as she said that, the room got darker and her breathing got slower. She immediately regretted it because F/c still had no emotions in his face.

He just stared at her, blinking his eyes. Why would he? Y/n conscious thought. You ask him a stupid question love, he would never love you again. You’ve done enough to him.

However, F/c opened his diary and grabbed his pen. He wrote something in there, placed the pen in the middle of the margin and closed it. He slid it across to her and she breathed heavily.

She looked at him, confused but he only brought his hand to his mouth and put it in front of him. Saying please.

Y/n opened the book where the pen was left on. She closed her eyes and tears sprang out.

F/c smiled seeing the relief on her face. She looked at him with her lips clamped together, motioning she was happy than ever. She wiped her tears and just prayed to God that she thanks him, for giving her strength and hope.

F/c chuckled a little, getting Y/n attention and that’s when he did it.

F/c brought his finger to his eye, down to his heart and pointed at Y/n. Y/n laughed with relief and got up. Putting his bags that was in the seat on to the table and sat next to him.

“I love you too.” Y/n grabbed his face and kissed him with all her might. Not like F/c minded. They both intertwined their hands and Y/n set her head on his shoulder.

They both didn’t do anything but enjoy their company.

They are both going to pay for the lost times that they missed. They are going to love each other till the end and beyond that.

“Honestly that’s beautiful Y/n.” S/n said leaning against the door frame. Y/n gasped a little as she jumped when she heard her little sister.

S/n snorted as Y/n glared at her. Y/n looked back at a young child, laying in her crib, fast asleep. She planted a kiss on the gorgeous little girls head and walked towards S/n. Y/n lightly smacked her which caused her to shriek.

“Shh, you will wake her up.” Y/n whispered looking back at her newborn. S/n chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“I could scream the house down sis, and (babies name) wouldn’t wake up for the world.” Y/n chuckled at her sisters comment and they both walked down the stairs.

“So where’s bro?” S/n asked as she looked at the clock. It was pretty late night in (different hometown) and F/c has not comeback.

“He should be back soon. Don’t worry, he’s gonna be okay.” S/n only nodded and they both walked into the kitchen, grabbing something to eat before bed.

“So how’s life?” Y/n looked at her sister as she brought out a packet of grapes. S/n smiled and nodded.

“Okay, I guess.” Y/n raised a brow. She knew what was up.

“Oh okay.” S/n sighed with relief but soon started to choke on her grape, she out in her mouth.

“Does that imply S/fc/n is okay as well?”

“Oh shut up.” Y/n laughed knowing that her little sister was in love with a young boy named S/fc/n, who is in fact, in love with her too.

They both started to laugh and talk until F/c came home. He walked in, waving at S/n who just tapped repeatedly on her wrist.

“You’re late.” F/c rolled his eyes and ruffled his sister in laws head. F/c actioned ‘nice to see you too ’ by rubbing his finger across his smile, two fingers extended, then up to his eyes, pointing at her and back to show his two fingers.

S/n only smiled and actioned she was joking. F/c replied he was joking too and plopped a kiss on her head.

“F/c, did you know S/n in love?” Summer teased making S/n blush while F/c widened his eyes. He chuckled and squeezed S/n cheeks, mimicking she was a baby, she can’t be in love.

However, before S/n can reply a small cry was heard from upstairs. Y/n chuckled a little and kissed F/c, actioned that she will be right back.

“F/c?” S/n spoke making Jonas turn around. “Can I ask you something?” F/c nodded yes and used his fingers in circular emotions to carry on.

“Y/n told me about what happened. You know, a few years ago. On the train.” F/c slowly nodded and S/n proceeded.

“Before you guys got together. What did you write in your diary?” S/n asked as she propped her hands together under her chin. F/c smiled and with his hand, he put down 3rd and 4th finger down, while the rest were up.

Similar to the spiderman move but it meant something. S/n giggled knowing what he meant, as she is a sign language assistant.

“How cute.” S/n winked before making F/c blush yet roll his eyes. “Always and forever hey?” S/n smirked making F/c give a warning signal by pointing at her. S/n put her hands in surrender until Y/n came back with a little creature in her arms.

“She could sense you were here.” Y/n joked and F/c smiled. Y/n handed the little girl to F/c who smiled brightly even more. He kissed her forehead and her little hand had grabbed onto his finger.

The three smiled at a perfect moment, and they hope times like this would never end.

Always & Forever.

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Take A Load Off

“How about a Male FC/Male Reader fic where the two are alone and working overtime in an office and things suddenly become NSFW? *leaves milk and a plate full of freshly-baked cookies for whoever writes this*”

I made it gender-neutral and therefore pretty vague because I’m not so great at smut, I hope that’s okay.  ^^;  Also, my F/C is a small business owner, so I wrote this thinking about a one-room office and Reader being F/C’s s/o helping them out, though I tried to write vague enough so it could be read in a number of ways (leaving F/C and Reader’s exact relationship ambiguous—they could be coworkers, boss and employee, friends, not friends, dating, not dating—as well as whether the office is big/small/etc).

written by Anonymous

“Ah, don’t fall asleep on me…”

Your head snapped up.  What?  On them?  F/C was all the way across the room…

Oh.  Not literally on them.  You rubbed your eyes, stifling a yawn.  You hadn’t realized you were so tired.

You were crouched in front of a filing cabinet, sorting through nearly two years’ worth of improperly filed invoices.  Stacks of them, each with a post-it note to remind you which stack was which, surrounded you on the floor.  F/C was sitting at a desk doing essentially the same task on a computer, though right now they were looking over at you with a lopsided grin.

“Really, though, thanks for all your help,” they said.  “I appreciate it a lot.  Everything has to be submitted by noon tomorrow, there’s no way I could do it all on my own.”

“No problem,” you replied, and ruined it by yawning again.

“…You need a nap?”

“Nah, nah."  You shook your head vigorously.  "If I fall asleep, I’m gonna fall asleep.  It’d be better for me to just power through ‘til we’re done.”

“At least take a break, refresh yourself.  You won’t be much help if you’re so exhausted you spend ten minutes staring at the same document.”

“I haven't—"  You realized you had.  "Oh.  Um.  Oops?”

“Geez.  C'mon."  F/C stood up, shaking their head.  Then they came over—stepping carefully around your paper stacks—took you gently by the arm, and led you towards the couch.  You knew they were right, and you did want to take a break, so you followed unresistingly.  Though you were a little confused when F/C sat down with a whumph and patted the spot next to them.  You’d thought they were planning to make you lie down and nap.

”C'mon.“

You sat down.

F/C placed their hands on your waist and thigh, turning you so that your back was to them.  Then their hands moved up, stroking along either side of your spine, until their fingers gripped your shoulders and they started kneading.

"Oh,” you said again.  It was, of course, an understatement.  You’d been hunched over that filing cabinet for so many hours you no longer even registered the pain and stiffness in your muscles until suddenly it started melting away.  It felt fantastic.  “Oh.”

F/C snorted a laugh.  “You’re welcome.”

“Ah, yeah.  Th-thanks…”

F/C was good, and they were thorough.  Every muscle they touched was teased into relaxation, drawing grateful sighs out of you.  You felt so loose, so…

You let out your biggest yawn yet.

“I’m sorry!” you moaned automatically, burying your face in your hands.  “It’s just—it’s so—”

F/C chuckled, patting you on the shoulder.  “You still don’t want to sleep a little?”

“No, really, I can’t…”

“Hmmm.  That’s a problem, then, isn’t it?  How do I make you relax while also waking you back up…”

F/C posed it like a question that required a lot of thought, but clearly they’d already come up with an answer, because not even a second later they kissed you on the cheek.

You almost fell off the couch.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you squeaked.  F/C just kissed again, more firmly, slipping their arms around you in a hug.

“What does it look like?” they mumbled into the crook of your neck.  It felt like they were grinning.

“Um—”

One hand stroked gently up and down your side.

“You don’t have to,” F/C whispered, turning you around to face them.  (Though their grip lingered on your hip longer than was polite.)  “Just…you know…just offering it as an option.”

Your heart was racing.  F/C’s plan had already worked—you felt refreshed from the back rub, and you were wide awake from this latest surprise.  You could’ve gone back to work, probably…

…Except your thoughts would’ve kept drifting back to the couch.

“Okay,” you said, and shut your eyes.

Their lips crashed into yours surprisingly fast, driving the breath out of you.  The hand on your hip had already leapt to your butt, F/C’s other arm was braced around the back of your neck, and they’d lunged into the kiss so hard that they were almost halfway into your lap.

After that initial volley, F/C dialed it back a little.  They cradled you a bit more gently, tried not to nuzzle so rough.  But their kisses were undeniably passionate, utterly engulfing your mouth, twisting sensuously against it, groaning, constant needy kisses with barely any pauses between them.  Already you were gasping for air.  You ran your tongue along their teeth partly for your own enjoyment, but mostly as a favor to them.  They clearly wanted it.  And, once they had it, they took full advantage of it.

Their fingers, meanwhile, were far from stationary.  Your ass was thoroughly groped, your hips, then probing under your top to find your ribcage and beyond.  Though F/C’s touch wasn’t as delicate as it was during the massage, they still seemed to know exactly where to touch and how to do it.  The warmth of their hands was almost an unnecessary bonus.

Your initial hesitation seemed silly as you reciprocated the feverish kisses, did some less skillful stroking and groping of your own.  Filing was silly.  You two should have been doing this all along.

But for all the squeezes, the gasps, the saliva spattered across both your faces, even the obvious symptoms of bodily arousal, things stayed firmly in the makeout phase.  F/C dug their teeth into your shoulder, sucked out a laborious hickey, but the firm, unmoving grip of their hands on your waist and the deliberate slowness of their movements made it clear they were wrapping things up.  You whimpered pitifully.

“Sorry,” F/C grunted after they pulled away, looking genuinely remorseful.  “But I…it’s like your nap thing, you know?  If this goes on any longer, I won’t want to…  Agh.  We’d better get back to work.  Sorry.”

“Seriously?” you whined.  “How’m I supposed to focus now?  And…I mean…it must be awkward for you too…”

Your hand hovered in the air above their crotch, wanting to touch it to try to spur them into action (you were aching for it), but ultimately too respectful of F/C’s boundaries to do so without permission.  You pulled your hand back.  “Mmf.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t.  …You’re probably right.”

“Hnnnh…”

F/C’s face was covered in sweat, their breathing labored.  And their gaze was so full of reluctant desire it just made you hotter for what they wouldn’t let you have.

F/C traced a finger gently down your cheek.

“…Tell you what,” they muttered, eyes flickering briefly over your body before resuming eye contact.  “The instant we get that filing done…”

—

Sure, you were frustrated, and your thoughts were filled with the office couch, but F/C had provided exactly the motivation you needed.

Even so, it took until almost four in the morning, and F/C’s computer work lasted even beyond that.  No amount of lust could conquer that level of exhaustion.  It took all you had just to stagger out of the building, and both of you were practically asleep when you reached F/C’s place.  Unsurprisingly, when you collapsed on their bed, it was a freefall of fatigue rather than a somersault of smooches.

Not like falling asleep next to F/C was a bad thing.

Not like groggily waking up to see their dozing face was a bad thing.

Not like cuddling up to them and drifting back to sleep was a bad thing.

You didn’t really get up until noon, and even then you both stayed in bed, curled in a tight embrace and peppering kisses across each other’s faces.  Giggling compliments for each other’s work the previous night, thank-yous for paperwork help and back rubs, whenever your lips weren’t otherwise occupied.

This time the buildup was long and slow, with lingering kisses, gently exploring fingertips, stripping off bits of clothing one by one like you had all the time in the world.  You made love tenderly, gasping with appreciation.

Neither of you showed up for work that day.

It was a very well-deserved break.

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|| Fall for your type || Part one ||

(Hi? Alright, I’m an awkward little girl, who was inspired by a canon from the list and I wanted to write it. Honestly, pls don’t judge and I have no idea what i’m doing but, hi, and I’m nervous as right now so bare with me. This is something that I came up with, God, please don’t judge (this is my first time publishing something) & yeah. This is a male f/c and a female y/n okeh? okeh.

Betrayed. Honesty. Love. They all link in with hating or despising them so much, that you just want to erase them from your mind. You argue with them, well try too but soon the TRUTH comes out and that hits you.

And along comes our good old friend, guilt. Guilt just tears you apart where you have a lump on your throat and tears start forming in your eye now wishing that you never exist to hurt someone like this.

Wishing that they could have a better life. Better love and a better story, just without you? You meaning me, without me.

F/c couldn’t think what to write in his diary that he kept to himself. He would of put all of his emotions on a letter but he wouldn’t like another incident to happen again with letters and love and just stupid emotions.

He sat down on a train, last departure from (hometown) to (different hometown) to, I guess, to get away from this bad place.

Though, (hometown) had many memories for him but sadly, it was the good ones. He just wanted to get rid of them and start off new. If it meant leaving the people you love behind.

F/c sipped on his warm coffee and stared out the window, just to get his mind of things. That didn’t last long when she popped into his head. F/c simply smacked his head, shaking it furiously, trying to forget her but it didn’t work.

He simply wanted her but she didn’t want him. That’s what he thought. He knew it was good to be true that someone had actually fallen in love with him and cherished that he is how he is.

Yet, he couldn’t even get her because his best friend would of fallen in love with her.

However, F/c reminds himself that it’s not only her fault. It’s his fault too.

F/c looked over at the walk away, noticing that the train hasn’t started. He rolled his eye just knowing how trains can delay so easily.

He also noticed that no one was in his carriage. Which was a good thing cause he can at least cry himself to sleep like he has been for the past months.

He wish he could just click and rewind back, back where he first saw her or not at all knowing that pain he and she has caused himself and her.

“Sorry sir for the delay. The train has stopped because of the engine. Up and running replacing it with a new one but soon, we will be on our way. Thank you for waiting patiently.” A lady spoke politely with her light blue uniform, smiling down at F/c . “May I offer you any drinks? Snacks probably as this journey will be long?” F/c nodded no and signed thank you. The lady lightly nodded and moved along the next carriage, not wanting to bother F/c anymore.

F/c let go of the breath, he didn’t even notice that he was holding. Guess he could sense the pity from the lady that just offered him snacks and realised he was mute.

Tears pooled in his eyes knowing that she wouldn’t of done that. Or anyone he loves wouldn’t of done that.

He picked up his pen and tried to write. He had already written the date and the year but what else could he write? He heard a little chatter and looked to see a mother and father with their child, giggling at their toy as they walked along.

And that’s when he wrote.

“Dear whoever this may concern,

Today is the day I guess. I have packed majority of my stuff and left. I should of done that along time ago but I didn’t have any reason too. Even though there were many.

I realised that I wasn’t the one and I will never be. She’s happy now and I should be, for her at least. I know she could never be with a guy like me cause I’m not the best person but I honestly am saying this from the bottom of my heart. I’m not the worst.

I have decided enough was enough and I’m going to go places that I have never imagined going. Just to start things right again.

But I want to say that. When you love something let them go. If they don’t come back, they were never yours.

F/c L/n.” F/c flicked on the last letter and closed his book, shoving it into his bag as he heard the announcement of the train going to run again. He heard someone come in but he really didn’t care, he was too busy looking outside the window. Wanting to be alone, in his thoughts, yet, again!

He just felt lost. Just felt so empty. Like he had no one even though many people walked past him everyday.

Everything kills him, if it does then he should of been gone a long time ago. But something always pushed him back from those thoughts and just let him live. Made him feel like human.

He sensed that someone has sat down opposite him. Just a tad annoyed that they chose to sit opposite them then any other seat that was available on the train.

But he simply ignored them and thought free country, whatever. He closed his eyes hoping he an get some sleep or whatever though he can hear the other person breathing and he felt calm?

Their breathing was a rhythm. He felt sleepy listening that he could just drop in the floor and never wake up. That’s went he felt the spark.

He shivered and shifted in his seat, hearing the crack of his back going into position but his heart ripped out of his throat when he saw her.

It was her. She was holding his hand. God, was he dreaming? He didn’t know what to do, slap her hand away or hold her?

“F/c?” God, she sounded rough. F/c saw her innocent eyes damaged, her skin gone all puffy from crying. He could see her summer smile not so summer anymore drop.

He felt a strange feeling in his heart, like he had been hit by a bus. Soon the feeling wasn’t strange and it was the same feeling he felt for the past month the girl he loved neglected him for someone else.

Although, he didn’t know what to do. He seemed to pull his hands away from her which made her breathing stop. Like it was withering away. She felt so cold.

F/c simple brought his hands to his head, using his index finger like a hook and running it across his forehead, implying her name. Y/n.

“F/c…” She breathed again but this time, it sounded like she was helpless. Like she knew what was going on.

F/c yet again shifted in his seat, feeling the same lump in his throat rise, feeling water at the ends of his eyes and him licking his dry lips, gulping at the thought that she’s right there.

In front of him.

For the first time, in three months.

His breathing started to quicken and he rummaged through his bag, looking for his asthma pump. y/n, now, furiously wiped her tears and got up to help him.

But he didn’t let her as he found his asthma pump and sprayed it three times into his mouth. But he coughed knowing it couldn’t work, those months of pain cost his life and if it got really worse, it would of been critical.

Y/n was now really worried. She stepped towards him, putting her hand on his chest and the other on his back, rubbing it in smooth motions for him to calm down. He looked at her with tears in his eyes thinking he can’t do this anymore.

His heart was in a battle with his body. He wanted to live. He has to live. He wants her. He needs her but she will never be his.

“You are going to be okay.” Y/n whispered in his ear as she smoothly rubbed his back.

For the first time, he felt calm. He felt at ease. He felt like, he could believe her. Believe that, he would be okay.

And he will be.

A few minutes later, he recovered and now his breathing was back to normal. Y/n weakly smiled and sat back down to her seat, opposite him.

She stared him and her heart started to hurt. All the pain she caused him and she thought she was suffering. She watched him, shift in his seat, playing with the asthma pump and just recovering by himself.

A tear dropped knowing she was the reason why he was like this. Dark eyes, hallow cheeks, God he looked like he was done with life. He coughed, wincing at his rib cage was just in pure pain.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n started. F/c looked up with no emotions. Maybe he’s drained out from crying too much. Y/n breathed in and out, looking away from him knowing just looking at him she wanted to cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for all the endless pain I caused you. I’m sorry for making you suffer. I’m sorry.”

F/c didn’t know what to say. What could he say?

“Not only that…” Y/n toke a harsh sigh before she carried on. “I’m sorry that I didn’t realise that I was in love with you, not him.” Honestly, F/c just wanted to die. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what he should do, he didn’t know anything right now. All he knew that he wanted to be left alone and just, left alone forever.

He felt so numb. No one could blame him. The memories poured into his head and he just wanted to rip them out like plugs because it hurt so much thinking about what they did together.

“F/c? I’m really sorry.” Please don’t. “You are such an amazing guy and I failed to realise it.” Just stop.

F/c simply laid his left hand out and brought his right hand down onto his left, implying her to stop. No more, he shook his head.

He cupped his ear for her to listen, and then brought his finger to his mouth for silence. Y/n nodded, closing her eyes as tears dropped onto her face. She re-opened them to see him bringing out his diary.

He simply pushed it towards her and actioned for her to read it by putting his both hands in a praying position, opened it like a book and put his right hand on his mouth, bringing it forth slightly by saying please.

Y/n wiped her tears and actioned thank you. F/c looked out the window while Y/n looked at his diary. It had a brown cover and carved stamp on it. She unraveled them diary and went to the first page, looking through, seeing all the writing he wrote.

She breathed in, deeply as she found the first page. “4th of February, 2016.” Y/n cleared her voice. “That’s the day we saw each other for the first time.” Y/n looked at F/c who just stared out the window as the train was now moving faster and the clouds got darker than before.

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A robot's dream

>Could you write a fiction with an A.I or droid, possibly romance. Thanks

A/N: Sure thing. We can’t neglect our robotic faves, they need love too. 

(both you and f/c are gender neutral)

Written by: Pink Anon

 (F/C)’s vision started out blurred after a long night of hibernation. Slowly, it began to adjust, the shapes in the room becoming clearer and more identifiable. As (F/C) booted up, they eventually became aware of something in front of them; something familiar and pleasing to them. When they realized who it was, their body filled with a sensation that they’d felt before, but couldn’t describe.

“Good morning, (Y/N). Sleep well?”

You smiled fondly at your robotic companion, appreciating that they cared about you. “Yeah. How about you?”  

“Hibernating isn’t quite the same as sleeping. It’s always the same, with no dreams. I do feel energized, however.”

“Then I guess that means you’re all charged up.” You hummed as you carefully helped them out with the various wires and things that were needed to charge them for the night, while still making idle conversation. “So, you can’t have dreams at all?”

“No. I wasn’t programmed to, though I wonder what it’s like sometimes. Some people say that they dream of strange things like showing up to work naked, and others have fulfilling dreams of reaching their goals. I’ve heard it’s like the mind telling its own story.” (F/C) seemed lost in thought, staring at nothing in particular as you unplugged them.

A random thought came to you. “So… If you ever got the chance to have a dream, what would you want to dream about?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I’d want to dream of being with you.” The robot looked at you kindly. Somehow, they looked much more gentle than before. 

“Really? …Why?” (F/C)’s words filled you with happiness, but you wondered just how they felt about you. You weren’t exactly sure how they were programmed. Were they really that much like a human?

(F/C) sat up and faced you, now fully disconnected. “It’s hard to describe how I feel about you, (Y/N). Though you’re a human and I’m obviously not, I’ve found that you and I have a lot in common. When we’re together, we both tend to enjoy ourselves. Somehow, being with you feels very natural.”

They paused, seemingly searching for the right words to describe how they felt. “When I’m with you, I feel… warm. Comfortable. It’s a pleasant feeling; something that I’ve never felt before with any other human. Like happiness, but better. …What do you call that, (Y/N)?”

You knew what they were talking about; you just couldn’t believe it. You’d had feelings for (F/C) for a long time, but acknowledged that they would likely never be able to return them. ‘I’ve never been so happy to be wrong,’ you thought, as you prepared your response to (F/C)’s innocent question.

“Well, (F/C) … Some people call it attraction. A lot of people call it love.” Your hand gently touched the droid, causing them to hum in content. “And just so you know, I feel the same way about you.”

The feeling came back, but this time more intense. All (F/C) could do was look at you – the one who made them feel more human than anyone ever had. “I see. Love has caused people to do so many wonderful and terrible things. Now I understand why.”

They came closer, so that they were just barely touching you. The feeling of ‘love’ became mixed in with what (F/C) knew to be nervousness; is this what people meant when they said that they had butterflies in their stomachs? “(Y/N) … I have a strange request for you.”

“Sure, what is it?” Your cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. Just what did they have in mind?

(F/C) knew what they wanted. They’d seen people do it many times, and always wondered what it was like. Two faces, so close together, so intimate… The only person that they could imagine doing it with was you.

“I want you to kiss me, (Y/N). If you want to, that is. I don’t want to pressure you.” The ‘stomach butterflies’ came back, but gradually seemed to fly away once (F/C) forced out the words that they so desperately wanted to say.

“Aw, (F/C) … Of course.” A small laugh escaped you as you leaned forward and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on (F/C)’s face. Their request was so innocent; there was no way you could’ve refused.

A soft sigh came from (F/C). Slowly, they leaned against you, focusing on what they felt rather than what they saw. It truly was an intimate moment – they felt closer with you than ever. “Thank you, (Y/N). I’m glad that I could experience this with you.” Their words were hushed, as if they wanted only you to hear them.

“Me too.” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around them. “Do you mind if I…?”

“Please.”

Smiling, you pulled them closer. The soft whirring of (F/C)’s machinery and the feel of your heartbeat seemed to meld perfectly together. You wouldn’t worry about how it would work between the two of you. Not right now, when everything felt so perfect. In this moment, you were both just thankful to be there with each other.

“If I had a heart,” (F/C) mused, “I think it would be beating in time with yours.”

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Welcomed with open arms

The request: F/C and Reader are rivals and they fight constantly. One day, Reader falls into a coma and F/C is realizing what the Reader is to F/C. Could someone write this out into a little story for me? Thank you. (UwU;)~ The story doesn’t completely follow the prompt, but still. So I this is rather new to me in writing this but the idea did intrigue me. I hope you all enjoy! ____________________________________

You and (F/c) knew each other for quite sometime you both worked at (dream job) as (co-workers/partners/your choice) but there was a bit of a fun rival you to had. Some days you try and race each other on who can finish first, who’s the best, who knows more. It was one of both of your day pleasures. After time you both got to know each other and became best friends still keeping the friendly rival. You entered work excited for there were a few new great projects coming up. You rushed to your desk and worked away till. “Good morning (Y/n) ready for another challenge” said (F/c) with a cheerful smile. “As always!” You replied returning the smile. “Good luck then” they said saluting you. “It’s you who will need it!” You answered as they were walking. You then hear them chuckle. As you worked away you did a brilliant job. In fact so did (F/c), you both were the best workers in the whole (workplace of choice). Even past your competitions you did have feelings for (F/c) though you would never admit it, as did they with you. For the matter, this rival was a way for both of you to impress the other without being to obvious. You final finished and at the same moment (F/c) was done as well. “Well it seems it is a tie” they laughed. “Indeed it is” you chuckled. “Are we still meeting at (restaurant of choice)?” They inquired. “Of course!” You said delightedly. “All right well see ou then (Y/n)”, “You too!”. When you left you got into your car and began to drive along; you were very excited to meet them until. *Crash*. The car had such an impact that you were immediately taken to the hospital and were in a coma. The doctor wasn’t sure when you would come out of it but continued the testing. (F/c) after about half an hour began to worry. They then got a call from the hospital. “Hello are you (F/c)?” The hospital reciptionist called. “Yes, might I ask who this is”. “I’m a reciptionist for the hospital. I’ve called to inform you that (Y/n) is in a coma after in a horrible car accident.” After hearing that they broke into such shock. “(Sir/Ma'am)? Hello?”, “Yes I-I-I’ll be r-right t-there” they replied rushed back to the car and drove to the hospital with tears streaming down there face in such disbelieve. As the ran into the hospital asking for you the nurse directed them to you. They gasped at the sight of you. After a moment of silent they ask “H-how long w-will they be here f-for”. “There still not sure it might be quite a while” the nurse answered then added “I’ll leave you two alone” then left. They cried by your bedside. For the next few days they came back bringing a new bouquet of flowers. Every time they weeped. Till they final could talk normal now. “Well (Y/n), it’s a lovely d-day, te Suns out, I brought some new flowers. Your favorite, a-also there was a new episode of (favorite show). I-I promise I won’t spoil it, today at work I beat our record and- and” they then couldn’t keep it up anymore. They couldn’t stand the thought of you not by their side. “Oh (Y/n) p-p-please wake up. P-please” they began to cry “I c-can’t s-stand it without - without y-you” they then held your hand “I p-promise I will always b-be their for you. I-I-I’ll let you win (your favorite game), I- I promise I won’t leave your side unless you want me t-to. J-just please… Wake up. I-I’m i-in l-love with y-you (Y/n). Please don’t l-leave me” then rested their head beside your hand and kissed it. They then felt a hand weakly pet their head and shot their head up with eyes filled with tears. “I’m in love with you too (F/c)” you said with a light smile. “(Y-y/n)” they said with a gasp but seeing you awake they smiled with tears of joy. After time you made it out of the hospital and with (f/c) by your side and they never broke their promise.

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My Liege

I really liked the female F/C knight so I decided to write the opposite scenario. y/n is the head knight of the Valiant Order of Knights. They protect f/c with their life but notice a sudden change in f/c’s mood. y/n investigates when f/c2 also expresses concern. All characters are gender neutral. Implications of sexual activity but nothing explicit or nsfw.

Written by AJ

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You polished your sword in long, careful strokes, shining every corner of the well-worn weapon in your gloved hands. You hummed to yourself an old battle hymn, smiling. This sword of yours, which you’d cheekily named Final Blow, had in fact taken down hundreds of the enemy before the remaining troops retreated.

Your compatriots, the other members of the Valiant Order of Knights, were celebrating in their own way. Many had travelled into the village to celebrate with a pint - no doubt on the house, given the bartender’s great affection for your most trusted, second-hand knight, f/c2. Your battle hymn turned into a drinking song, but you stopped yourself, remembering your personal code: no alcohol, no killing of innocents, and no sexual intercourse before an established relationship. You’d tried to hold your order to those same rules, but you knew many of them were worn by battles and exhausted from defense. Morals were a luxury held by nobility.

“How many?”

You trailed off your tune and looked to your side. f/c2 stood there, hands on their hips.

“I lost count after sixty,” you confessed, to which your friend laughed.

“Yes, we did a number on them. I don’t suppose they’ll be returning anytime soon.” You nodded and returned to polishing. You could tell they were still watching you. “You aren’t coming to celebrate?”

“If I ‘celebrate’ with you, that ends with me dragging all of your drunk carcasses back to your quarters, or me regretting my decisions. You know my code.”

“All knights stray from their code sometime. It makes them human.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I want to keep an eye on Prince/Princess f/c.” f/c2 instantly took on a serious look.

“They’ve been acting strange lately,” they muttered, folding their arms. “I ask what’s wrong, and they say they’re fine.”

“But our liege isn’t fine.”

“No.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed.” You glanced at f/c2, whose face scrunched up in thought. Suddenly, they addressed you as you normally would a disruptive subject or visitor.

“They’ve locked themself in their room.”

“When was this?” you gaped.

“A few hours ago, when we returned. I told Prince/Princess f/c we had returned victorious, and they fled the room. Their servants told me they would only speak to nobles or to ‘those deemed worthy,’ whatever that means.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?!”

“You were wrangling the rowdy crowd, your little ducklings. And you don’t like interruptions.”

“I don’t,” you conceded, sheathing your sword and turning to face them. “I’ll speak to them, but I’m going to climb to the window.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “It’s exciting. Bucket list and all that.” f/c2 made a noise of understanding.

“I should get back to the tavern,” they excused themself.

“Godspeed, f/c2.”

“Good luck with f/c, my liege.”

“You can call me y/n, you know. f/c is your liege.”

“My mistake! Good luck speaking with their highness, y/n.”

“I thank you.” The two of you nodded, and f/c2 disappeared around the corner.

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The moon cast a purple-white glow across the castle grounds. You snuck expertly, now without all of your battle armor, up to the side of the tower where you knew f/c’s quarters were. You pulled yourself up various bricks, some of which had been applied unevenly but not enough to compromise the great old tower’s form.

Standing at their balcony, in their nightclothes and believing themself to be alone, f/c’s figure entered your vision. From where you were, you could hear them speaking, perhaps to a servant or even themself. Your foot scraped a particularly loose brick and it tumbled to the ground far below you. f/c gasped and looked where the sound had come from. You held your breath, thankful for your peasant’s hood that helped you blend into nearly any location. Eventually, stating out loud that it was “probably a wild animal,” f/c swept back into their room. You practically scrambled the rest of the way up and pulled yourself over the edge of the balcony.

Across from your entrance crackled a low but still bright fire in the fireplace. The fire cast soft orange light and shadows on the objects in its path of light. In the large bed near a thin window, f/c lay staring at the ceiling, awake but not alert. You stepped carefully forward, into the room’s warm glow, and felt your breath return to normal. The softness of f/c’s expression surprised you; normally, when you visited their room, they were frantic or furious or simply fanatic about something. It occurred to you then that, for the nearly eight years you had known and worked for them, that f/c had never not been emotionally extreme around you.

For a moment you wondered if that was bad. You’d never thought they were stoic like so many foreigners and local nobles and townsfolk believed. You always knew when they were upset and you knew what to say.

So why hadn’t they come to you?

A little nagging of betrayal gnawed at your guts, making you swallow softly to repress it. They had their reasons. But you didn’t come in here for them to shut you out.

You stepped into the shaft of moonlight from the window by f/c’s bed. “My liege,” you spoke barely above a whisper. f/c gasped and sat up straight. When they saw who it was, they sighed in relief and shook their head.

“My God, Sir/Lady y/n, don’t scare me like that!”

“I apologize, Miss/Mister/Mix f/c,” you knelt by their bed.

“Oh no, really, it’s alright,” they insisted. “Please rise, y/n. I thought we were friends.”

The betrayal in your gut hit you. “I did as well, milord/milady.”

“How do you mean?”

You took a careful, controlled breath in. “You’ve been acting very strange lately, and that worries me.” They deflated a little. Perhaps your tone was too formal? “I can tell when you’re not feeling alright. I know the stress of this position can cause a lot of reaction in you especially.” They seemed to turn away from you a little. “Please, f/c, I want to help you.” You reached for their hand and they tensed up. Immediately you let go. “I-I’m so sorry, my liege, that was forward of me, I meant nothing of that sort–”

“Y/n, please,” they cut you off. You looked up at them. “I’ll tell you why I haven’t felt well. My mother, who has lost her king, wants my help running this kingdom. But she insists that my responsibilities include…having a partner. She wants me to, erm…” They blushed, but you understood immediately.

“Queen Edwina asked you to do that? That’s obscene. You should make love when you find someone with which you can be yourself.”

“I, uh, I actually do have someone,” they stared intensely at the ground. In the light from the fire you could tell they were blushing–perhaps even aroused at the thought of this unnamed person.

“You know that fornication is an offense, my liege,” you reminded them regretfully, “though I wish you could experience it with that someone.”

Their hand darted out to you. “y/n,” they murmured in a tone you’d never heard them use but one you recognized instantly. “I…care deeply for you. And I’m not certain if you like me back.” All the betrayal and annoyance that’d been festering in you melted away. So that’s why they’d been so closed off. They thought they hadn’t a chance with you.

Mesmerized by this new emotion of f/c’s, you took their hand and kissed their knuckles. “I love you, f/c,” you confessed before you could stop yourself. Their eyes lit up, and their free hand covered their mouth in shock. “If there is anything I may do for you as a humble servant, a friend, or even a lover, then I’ll do it, as long as it isn’t horribly offensive.”

They pulled you up so your elbows were on the top side of the bed. Against your forehead, they asked, with a hint of embarrassment: “Will you, erm, sleep with me, y/n?” You could hear past you, and the code you’d developed, yelling in your head. But you murmured an ‘of course’ and pushed up onto their bed. Gently, you took them into your arms and pressed your lips to theirs, taking care to respond to their reactions. You moved a little at a time, adjusting so the two of you were kissing deeply, and then wetly, and then with a kind of newfound desperation. f/c pulled you on top of them, mouth and hands still entangled with yours, as the fire continued to crackle across the room.

Much later, laying naked and exhausted beneath the covers, you rolled so you were facing f/c, whose expression betrayed embarrassment. “What’s wrong?” you asked earnestly, intertwining your fingers with theirs.

“I just…” They giggled. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” You spluttered. “It’s okay! Your reputation is safe with me. But I was so silly and childish, I thought you thought I was a joke!”

“You weren’t,” you told them, placing a kiss at the corner of their mouth. “You were nervous, and inexperienced, and dainty, and everything that makes you so wonderful to me. The fact that you trust me enough to do this tells me that I’ve found the right person.” They smile sleepily and lean in to kiss you, their kissing slow but still passionate enough to make your head spin. “f/c, you’re absolutely wonderful to me. I don’t know if this will be legal, or–”

“Hush,” they whispered, taking your face in their soft hands. You melted immediately. “We should discuss things like that in the morning. Right now, you and I are open and vulnerable, so we should cherish this time that we have.”

For the next few hours, as the two of you drifted off, you chatted quietly about your mutual friends and their hijinks. You couldn’t help stealing a giggle at their expression, full of a kind of life you’d not seen them have in years. You kissed them across every surface of their body, feeding off of their little noises. At last, the two of you settled down and lay, lazily kissing and murmuring sweet nothings. f/c’s breath slowed and they drifted away, their hand still linked to yours. Before consciousness bid you goodbye, you pressed kisses to their face with a final peck on the lips, and then sleep caught up with you.

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Anything For You

For >Could I have a fluffy fic where Male!FC has long hair and facial hair so Reader spends some time brushing his hair and beard and stuff 😌 thank you!!!

I love this prompt so much with my life and soul oKAY YES I HOPE YALL ENJOY. But it isn’t 100% fluff, I apologize, it’s 95%. It starts a bit sad but then it gets much better.

- Randanon

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    “F/C! GET OVER HERE!”

    You lay bored, upside down on the couch, playing with a brush in your hands.

    “What is it?” He called. “I’m working.”

    Of course he is. Lately, your significant other has been working on a computer game for about forever. Usually you’d sit on his lap while he worked, or maybe make small talk while in the room with him, but his ultimate goal right now was finishing that game. 

    “F/C,” you cried. “You’re always working." 

    "It’s for a good cause! You always understand me, right?”

    You sighed, rolling your eyes.

    “Please, F/C. I miss you. I feel like you love that game more than me…” Sadly, your whole body flopped onto the couch as you dramatically sobbed into the cushion.

    You heard a muted sigh come from the other room, followed by some footsteps. Eagerly, you sat up to see the tired but smiling face of your beloved F/C. 

    “Anything for you, Y/N.”

    “Yay!” You cheered, patting the seat next to you on the couch. “Sit here.”

    He sat, you sitting behind him, bringing out the brush. Carefully, you brushed his beautiful, long fluffy hair. It was one of your favorite things about him (even though, honestly, everything about him was your favorite). “Ow!” He flinched as your brush hit a tangle. “Ah, I’m sorry.” You could feel him wincing under your touch as your comb hit some rough spots.

    “…F/C?” You said.

    “Hm?”  

    “..Do you love me?" 

    "Oh, Y/N.”

    He turned around as you reached your hands over his head, continuing to comb.

    “Why would you ever think that?”

    “Well, I…” You refused to meet his eyes, only staring up at his forehead, beginning to comb a bit quicker. “I…” You sighed. “You never talk to me anymore. Every day you sit at your computer, barely speaking anything to me. Not even a word. I try so hard, and..” You could feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “It’s like you don’t even care!” You dropped the comb, bringing your hands to your eyes.

    “Y/N…” He brought your hands away, holding them in his. 

    “You could’ve just told me you felt that way-” “I did, and you didn’t even listen!” You were full out bawling now, holding an iron like grip on his hands. “I..” He was at a loss. “I’m sorry..” You looked at him, tears in his eyes. He frowned, wiping them away. “Please don’t cry.”

    He hugged you close.

    “Y/N, you mean the world to me. I’d never trade you for anything. Never for my game, a million dollars… The list goes on and on. You’re my life. I love you.” He looked you in the eyes as you only cried more.

    “I-I’m so sorry! Uh.. Was it something I said?” You shook your head, laughing, grabbing your comb. “I’m crying of happiness.”

    “But now..” Almost completely back to normal, you found yourself sitting behind him again. 

    “Let’s make you look beautiful!”

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Extended End

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    You and F/C sat at your favorite cafe, you happily snacking on a sweet treat, F/C watching you with a content smile on your face.

    “..Hey, Y/N?”

    “Huh?”

    “Can I take these flowers out of my beard now? I think people are staring.”

    “C'mon! I just put them in!”

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Pink Anon, the oneshot was truly wonderful! Thank you!

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Coffee House

For >F/C is a customer and Reader is a waiter/waitress. F/C keeps coming back again and again only to see the Reader during their shift. Optional: F/C keeps trying to flirt with Reader. The Reader plays hard to get.

Both F/C and reader are gender neutral.

Totally cute prompt. I couldn’t resist. Changed things up a little bit to make it easier, sorry. -Randanon

FR/N = Friend Name

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   Your eyes lightly skimmed over the screen of your phone, lightly chuckling every now and then.

    It was Monday; a slow work day in your little coffee house, as most of your customers were out at school or work. 

    ‘Ding!’

Your heart jumped as the door opened. 

    “Hello, welcome to-” you nearly gasped as you saw who walked in.

    Most likely the absolute most gorgeous person you have ever seen. 

    “Uh..” You were at a loss of words for a second, before regaining your cool composure. “What would you like to order?”

    They laughed an angelic laugh, scratching the back of their head. “Me? I, uh…” They looked at the menu nervously, eyes occasionally flickering at you. 

    Your face turned pink as you noticed their jittery antics; they were rather cute. “I’d like to order…” They droned, eyes still on the menu. “Can I take a minute?” They looked at you. “Of course,” you replied, smiling as they put the menu away.

    They seemed at a loss, just looking down at their feet, trying to say something, but choking on their words. “Are you new around here?” You said, smiling. They nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just moved here.” They played around with their hands a lot. “Nice! From where?” “Oh, [town near where you live]." 

    You raised your eyebrows. "I was there a few days ago! It’s so nice there. I wonder why you decided to leave.” They shrugged, pursing their lips. “Yeah.." 

    "I, uh-" 

    'Ding!' 

"FR/N!” You cheered, seeing one of your good friends walk through the door. “Hey, Y/N,” they replied, giving off a salute. “Who’s this?” They said, beckoning to the very attractive stranger. “I’m F/C,” they said.

    F/C. A beautiful name for a beautiful person.

    “U-Um..” They stuttered. FR/N laughed at you. “What?” You asked.

    Oh. You said that out loud.

    “Thank you,” they said, bashfully smiling. You blushed, laughing. “No problem." 

    And in a hurry, they were gone.

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    Tuesday.

    Another slow day.

    And once again, another day where you had to resort to funny cat videos on your phone for some sort of company. That is, until..

    'Ding!' 

"Oh, hey F/C,” you greeted, smiling. You pocketed your phone as you saw their eyes briefly glance over the menu. “Finally figured out what to order?” They blushed, shaking their head. 

    “Still deciding, haha…” You nodded. “That’s fine; take all the time you need.” “Thank you,” they smiled. They sat down at one of the chairs, just looking at you. You decided to make a bit of small talk. “So, why did you move here? Any reason in particular?” They froze. “Yeah.” “Interesting,” you replied, taking a chair and sitting next to them. They seemed a bit uncomfortable, just sitting there.

    “Here,” you said, handing them a drink. “What is this?” they asked, taking it. “Hot chocolate coffee. Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.” They squinted. “That… Isn’t on the menu though.”

    “Don’t worry,” you said.

    “It’s on me.”

    Their eyes sparkled as they took a tiny sip, then after a few seconds gulping most of it down. You watched, a warm smile upon your lips. “Wow..” They said. “You’re amazing.”

    “What?”

    “Gah- I mean- THAT’S amazing!”

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    Wednesday.

    On your phone.

    You know the drill.

    You were starting to get a little worried, constantly looking at the clock, as it was closing time in 10 minutes.

    F/C hadn’t came in today.

    You were starting to miss your very cute (and hopefully) regular customer, remaining bored and monotone throughout the day serving all your other customers with a 'smile’. 

    Lazily, you looked up at the ding of the door, to smile widely.

    “Sorry I’m late,” F/C panted, running in. “My car ran out of gas, my boss wouldn’t let me leave, and..” They collapsed onto a chair. “Wait, your boss? ..Did you leave early just to come here?” Somehow, your grin grew wider, as a blush spread across their cheeks. “Uh, no, I just wanted s’ more of that chocolate coffee…” They pursed their lips, backing up in their chair.

    You just laughed.

    “Whatever you say.”

    Quickly whipping up their drink, you gave it to them, as they gave you a dollar bill in return. “Keep the change,” they said, as you walked back to the cash register. “Than-” They gave you fifty dollars. “Woah, no! That’s way too much! The usual price is one fifty!” You were stunned as F/C smiled. “That’s for you,” they said. 

    “Thanks…” You were still stunned as you just sat down. “H-How can I make it up to you? That’s just crazy.” Only three days of knowing them and they give you fifty dollars. “Well…” They almost choked on their words. You could even hear them giving themselves a mini pep talk. “Would you like to.. Uh..” They covered their face with their hands, groaning.

    “Go out sometime? On a date? If not, that’s totally cool and-” You cut them off. “I’d love to.” They looked up from their hands.

    “Really?”

    “Yeah. It’s a date!”

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some bonus stuff hehe

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    Both you and F/C sat in your house drinking some hot chocolate coffee.

    “Hey, F/N?”

    “Yeah?”

    “You know why I moved here?”

    “Actually, no. You never told me why.”

    “I saw you walking past the street and I just knew I had to meet you.”

    “Seriously? You moved to meet me?”

    “Psshhh, I wouldn’t say that.”

    “Aw, you’re blushing! Is that why you were so nervous first time in the shop?”

    “..Maybe.”

    “Haha, you’re such a sap.”

    “Quiet!”

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I'm Sorry

For the request: >F/C and Reader are rivals and they fight constantly. One day, Reader falls into a coma and F/C is realizing what the Reader is to F/C. Could someone write this out into a little story for me? Thank you. (UwU;)~ The story doesn’t completely follow the prompt, but still. 

F/C and reader are both gender neutral so everyone can enjoy. Hopefully the requester likes.

I’ve been a long time reader, and I think it’s about time I give something back. I might write more, dunno. You can call me Randanon.

F/C2 = Second Fav Character

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    A bouquet full of their favorite roses were crushed in my hands as I walked to the hospital with a heavy heart.

    If I hadn’t made that one stupid mistake, they’d still be here with me.

    I remember how we met in third grade.

    “You’re doing it wrong,” I heard. I turned around to see one of my classmates who would soon become one of my best friends, Y/N. 

    “Doing what wrong?” I retorted. They took my pencil from me, erasing my answer, putting their own in its place. “No, I’m sure I did it right.” I took my pencil back, crossing out their answer. “I’m just trying to help!” They tried taking my pencil as I slapped their hand. “Ow!” They cried, as I felt some sort of remorse. “I’m.. Sorry,” I said. 

    “Then put my answer in.”

I smiled at the memory, hand crushing tighter on the flower stems. They were so cute back then, and somehow almost cuter now. That was the start of our long-term rivalry. Now we’re both in highschool.

    Highschool. My heart did a little flip as I remembered the events of a few days ago.

    The dance was coming up closer than ever. “F/C! Get over here!” Y/N called me from the couch. I was staying over at their house because I had ‘nothing better to do’ (at least, that’s what I told myself at the time). “What is it?”

    They turned around as I tried not to gasp. They looked so very beautiful in the outfit they picked; the outfit they picked for the dance. “Is this alright?” “No, you look like crap,” I lied. “Wow, thanks,” they scoffed, smoothing out their clothes.

    “Perhaps F/C2 would think differently,” they said, taking out their phone. My heart sank. “What?” I nervously stuck my hands in my pockets, playing it cool. Y/N shot me a sad look, sending the text, before turning a bit red. “You heard me.” They left the room.

    I chased after them, hastily asking them out to the dance.

And they said yes. When we danced on the floor, we would always step on eachother’s feet. I always found that funny. I smiled, before frowning again. I’m almost to the hospital.

    Still thinking about the hospital, I reminisced about… Today.

    “You suck,” I told Y/N, as I beat them for the 5th time in Mario Kart. They were spending the night at my house, as it was raining and too late to go home now. “I’ll definitely win the next one though!” I fought back a smile. There’s that constant 'can-do’ attitude that I came to love. 

    “Coming!” Y/N paused the game, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it, they gasped. I leaned from my seat trying to see who was there. “F/C2? Come in!” They opened the door wide as my heart slowly began to burn. F/C2 annoyed the hell out of me. Everything about them just ticked me off. 

    I was jealous.

    “Y/N!” I whispered. They quickly walked over to me, kneeling. “What?” “What are they doing here?” I said. “They messaged me saying they didn’t have enough gas to get home, so I told them to come here!” They whispered. I lowered my eyebrows, sighing. Y/N got up, walking over to F/C2.

    “Sit down,” they told F/C2, placing them in the middle of us. Wordlessly, I listened to the two of them talk and talk and talk until I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m getting some water.” I lazily threw the controller to who knows where, heading to my kitchen. I sat at the counter, pressing my head against the cool surface.

    “F/C?” The voice of Y/N echoed into the room. “Are you alright? You seem meaner than usual,” they teased. I almost smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. Perfectly peachy." 

    ”…F/C?“ They said again. "What?!” I raised my head. “Are you jealous?” “No,” I quickly said. I could hear Y/N sigh. “Alright then. Just get your water and come back. You’re upsetting F/C2.” I’m upsetting THEM? They don’t even know the beginning of it. I tried to keep my temper down as Y/N walked back into the living room. 

    I was finally starting to get over things when I walked back into the living room, finding F/C2’s lips pressed against Y/N’s. I began to shake and tremble at the horrible sight before me. “Y/N?” I managed to say. Y/N quickly pushed F/C2 off of them, coughing. “Oh, hey, F/C,” F/C2 said. 

    My eye twitched. I did not want to deal with this any more. “Get out,” I said. Y/N sadly looked at F/C2 who shrugged, standing up. “No, both of you!” I screamed. “GET OUT!” F/C2 was far out the door by this point, leaving Y/N. “I didn’t do anything wrong-” “I SAID GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I pushed them out the door, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

    “Fine! Be that way!” I immediately felt regret as I saw tears cascading down Y/N’s beautiful face, as they turned away from me, running out the door. 

    Shit.

    “Y/N!” I called, running after them. The rain beat hard on the both of us as Y/N jumped onto the street. “WATCH OUT!" 

    Headlights.

    A scream.

I knelt at the door to the hospital, bawling. I was such a fool.

    Shaking my head, I got up, heading to their room.

    And there they were; beautiful, precious Y/N.

    I walked next to their hospital bed, flowers still in my hand. I placed them on the hospital table, taking one, putting it on the body of Y/N. 

    It was dead silent, save for my crying, and the heart monitor that constantly beeped away. 

    I bent down, kissing Y/N’s forehead. 

    "I’m sorry.”

    “I love you.”