#'YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST' HOW DO SUCH SIMPLE WORDS LEAD ME TO TEARS

[male--byleth]

I'm gonna kms

Just saw the ending campfire scene yeah I definitely need to die now

[itsgreti]

UNSPOKEN FEELINGS

pairing. james beaufort x f!reader

summary. james realizes he has deeper feelings for lydia's best friend.

warning. slight cursing, mentions of cheating

word count. 1.4k

a/n: i just watched maxton hall and felt the urge to write a quick fic. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me! (divider is made by rookthornesartistry)

The prestigious campus of Maxton Hall Boarding School was a world itself, where the rich teenage life unfolded in all its complexity. Among its many students were James Beaufort, the charming and popular heartthrob, and his twin sister Lydia, known for her big mouth, but besides that, intelligence. (Y/N) was Lydia's best friend since they were toddlers, and because of that she often finds herself in the company of the Beauforts. Despite this, (Y/N) felt like a shadow, always in the background and unnoticed by James. His attractive presence draws attention, as he walks around the hallway, towering over others, always surrounded by admirers. Like everyone in the school, (Y/N) also had a crush on him, but she knew she would always be only his little sister’s friend. And she had long accepted that.

The (Y/L/N) family is famous internationally, because of their luxurious, high-quality dresses. They often collaborate with the market-leading fashion brand, Young Beaufort. But (Y/N) usually wished for just a simple way of life, without fame. All the children, who inherit their family’s legacy, are burdened by the weight of expectations and pressure.

To make things worse, it was a chilly afternoon when (Y/N)'s world shattered. She had been dating a boy from another school, a relationship that seemed promising but ended in betrayal and heartbreak. The boy had just played with her, and thrown away her without a second thought. (Y/N) was devastated and hurt.

Lydia was away on a school trip, leaving (Y/N) with her emotions alone. She wandered the campus aimlessly, eventually finding an isolated bench near the gardens, where she let the tears flow freely.

Unaware of (Y/N), James had noticed her distressed state from afar. He had been passing by when he saw her sitting alone, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Concerned, he approached quietly, unsure of how to begin.

"(Y/N)," he said softly, startling them. "Are you okay?"

(Y/N) quickly wiped her tears, attempting to make herself presentable. "Oh, James. I'm fine. Just... having a rough day."

James sat down beside her, his expression gentle but insistent. "You don't look fine. What happened?"

The unexpected kindness in his voice broke through (Y/N)'s defences. She looked at him, eyes filled with pain, and sighed. "It's just... this guy I was dating. He turned out to be a jerk. He used me and then just... dumped me."

James's jaw tightened, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Who is he?"

"It doesn’t matter. He’s not from Maxton Hall." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

When James heard the pain in her voice, he decided to deal with her now, and it will be enough later to get to know about that asshole. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). You didn't deserve that."

(Y/N) shook her head, feeling small and insignificant. "I should have seen it coming. I'm not exactly someone would notice."

James frowned, shifting closer. "That's not true. People notice you, (Y/N). I notice you."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "You... notice me?" she said with irony.

James was confused, but nodded, his gaze sincere. "Of course I do." (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat hearing those words. "You're important to Lydia, which makes you important to me. And beyond that, you're a great person. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life."

The warmth in his words and the intensity of his gaze made (Y/N) feel a flicker of hope. She had always seen James as someone out of reach, but here he was, sitting beside her, offering comfort and understanding.

"Thank you, James," she whispered, feeling the weight of her sadness begins to lift. "It means a lot."

James smiled softly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze hers. "I do care about you, (Y/N). And if that guy couldn't see how amazing you are, then he's the one who's missing out."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the cold air around them a sharp contrast to the warmth blossoming in (Y/N)'s heart. James's presence was a balm to their wounded soul, a reminder that she was not alone.

"Do you want to talk more about it?" James asked, his voice gentle. "Or maybe we can just sit here for a while. Whatever you need."

(Y/N) smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude and a newfound connection. "Sitting here is nice. Thank you, James," she said feeling his arms pull her into a hug.

As they sat together, (Y/N) realized that maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about James’s emotions towards her. Perhaps he had been seeing her all along, and in this moment of weakness, she had realised that her feelings for her had not changed over the years.

The weeks following that emotional afternoon saw a gradual but significant shift in the dynamics between James and (Y/N). Where once their interactions were only about polite nods and casual greetings, now there were shared moments, conversations, and a growing sense of friendship.

James found himself looking forward to seeing (Y/N) more than he ever anticipated. Her presence was comforting, her laughter infectious, and her perspectives refreshing. He was drawn to (Y/N) in a way that was new and unexpected, and it unsettled him in the best possible way. He finally had to admit that he had lied to himself all the years when he said he didn’t care about (Y/N).

(Y/N) felt the change too. She was still close to Lydia, but now James seemed to seek her out independently. He'd join them for lunch, walk with them between classes, and even invite them to hang out with his friends, to where (Y/N) always refused to go and eventually Lydia accepted it. It was confusing but exhilarating.

One evening, while Lydia was busy with her extracurricular activities, James invited (Y/N) to study with him at a cosy coffee shop off-campus. They settled into a quiet corner, books and notebooks spread out before them.

"You know," James said, looking up from his notes, "I never realized how much fun studying could be until I started doing it with you."

(Y/N) laughed softly, their cheeks flushing. "I have never thought that once in my lifetime I will hear that from the mouth of James Beaufort, but I think you just enjoy the coffee and the company."

James smiled, but there was a depth to his gaze that made (Y/N) look away shyly. "You're right about that. But it's more than that. You're different, (Y/N). In a good way. You make everything better."

(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable. "Thanks. Spending time with you isn't that bad either."

As the weeks went on, James's feelings for (Y/N) deepened. He found himself thinking about her at odd times, daydreaming about their future conversations, and feeling jealous when he saw her with others. It was during one of these moments when he saw (Y/N) laughing with Cyril, that he realized the truth: he had fallen for (Y/N).

The next day, James asked (Y/N) to meet him in the gardens where they had first bonded. The air was cool, the sky painted with the hues of sunset.

"(Y/N)," James began, taking a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you."

(Y/N) looked at him, concern flickering in their eyes. "What is it?"

"I've been thinking a lot, and I realized something important," he continued, his voice steady but his heart racing. "That day when you sat with me here, something changed for me. Spending time with you, getting to know you better... I've come to realize that I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings."

(Y/N) stared at him, her breath catching in their throat. "James, I... I-"

James stepped closer, his eyes locked on her. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know how I feel. Whatever you decide, our friendship means a lot to me, and I don't want to lose that."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, but they were tears of happiness and relief. "James, I feel the same way. I've liked you for a long time, but I never thought you'd feel the same."

James's face broke into a radiant smile, and he reached out to gently hold (Y/N)'s face in his hands. With that, James leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a perfect blend of nervous excitement and genuine affection.

As they pulled away, both of them breathless and smiling, James whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

(Y/N) smiled back, her eyes shining with happiness. "Me too."

[amirasainz]

I admit I read everything with baby Sainz in it.🫢 And as I'm on a Lando bender again. (Loving all things Lando) I was wondering if you could write something with Baby Sainz and Lando about how they got into a fight and the whole grid is there for her and being mean to Lando but like the fight was something really little and silly. (Something like Lando not putting his clothes away)

I hope that makes sense.

Oooppp!!!! That make me so happy to know that people enjoy reading my writing. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as well and let me know if you have any requests. I will do my best to write them ASAP

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Trouble in paradise

There were two things Lando hated dearly: fish and seeing his girlfriend cry. The first one is pretty self-explanatory. For him, fish tasted horrible and looked disgusting. It had a weird consistency and smelled—oh god, don’t get him started on the smell. The second thing, seeing his girlfriend cry, was because a beautiful girl like her should never have to feel any sadness. Her pretty eyes should never fill with tears, making the window to her soul more obvious than ever. Her perfect lips should never tremble, and her voice should never crack. Amira was made for being happy and carefree.

However, this morning, Lando managed to do the worst thing ever. He made his girl cry. And why? Because he is the biggest idiot on earth. The only thing she asked him yesterday was if he could start doing the laundry. Like the lovesick fool he is, he was more enamored with her presence than actually listening to her words. When she wanted to wear her favorite shirt today, which was in the laundry, Lando had to admit that he didn’t do anything. Maybe it was the current heat, her jet lag, her hunger, or the frustration that he didn’t do the simple task she asked him to do, but all of it was too much. And Amira tried to be brave, she really did. But she couldn’t help but let her frustration and sadness out through her tears. When Lando saw his girlfriend crying in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to cry himself. What kind of monster is he, making his perfect girlfriend cry because he was a lazy idiot?

The others around them immediately realized something was wrong when the couple arrived this morning in the paddock. Usually, Lando would have his arm around her shoulders, their hands intertwined, kissing her shamelessly in front of everyone and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But today, they arrived with only their pinkies intertwined. Despite having a huge fight about something so silly this morning, the couple couldn’t stand not touching one another. If their unusual entrance wasn’t a huge sign that something was wrong, it was Amira’s behavior. Instead of wearing bright, vibrant colors, the young woman wore a black jacket with sunglasses on. Her blue shirt was the only speck of color in her outfit. If even THAT wasn’t a sign that something was amiss between them, it was on their way to the motorhomes. Instead of leading Amira proudly into his side of the garage, he brought her to the Ferrari garage. There, one could see Lando hugging Amira, whose shoulders shook. Without another word, Amira left a heartbroken Lando inside. One might have thought that something terrible had happened to his family, instead of him forgetting to do the laundry…

The news spread like wildfire that Amira and Lando had a fight because Lando couldn’t be trusted to do a simple task. The drivers and WAGs were furious when they heard about what happened. Carlos even went as far as keeping his sister inside his driver’s room, making her sleep and eat something. While Carlos was busy taking care of his precious sister, Lando had the worst day of his life. EVER.

It all started when he ran into Carmen and George. The couple were busy staring daggers at him while he was on his way to the media pen. Lando was so distracted by their glares that he didn’t see Lewis. He bumped straight into the 8-time world champion, who wasn’t very keen on seeing the young Brit. “Oh, sorry Lewis. I didn’t mean to bump into you,” Lando apologized. Lewis looked him up and down before muttering, “Seems like you never mean to do something.” Before Lando had a chance to ask what he meant, Lewis turned around and walked away.

A confused Lando continued walking to the media pen. During the conference, he was asked about his outfit ( new Quadrant merch) when Max muttered loud enough for the microphones to pick up: “Must be nice to have clothes you can wear because you can rely on your partner.” The atmosphere in the room became strained in a matter of seconds. The reporter awkwardly tried to move on. Lando wasn’t stupid; he knew what this was. This was his punishment for upsetting the paddock princess.

After a 40-minute-long speech from Lily and Kika about how important giving and taking in a healthy relationship was, Fernando calling him “El mayor idiota que ha existido en la tierra,” Charles letting Leo bite him, Lily and Oscar giving him the biggest side-eye ever throughout the day, Yuki “accidentally” pushing him into a wall, and Pierre starting gossip about him, he finally went to Carlos’s driver’s room.

He gently knocked on the door, wishing it would be his girl opening it. Sadly, today was truly not his day, because he was met with the sight of an angry Carlos. Before Lando had the chance to say anything, Carlos brought him closer. He whispered quietly in Lando’s ear: “If Amira wasn’t so damn much in love with you, you would already be under the earth. I know where you live, I know your password, I know your deepest secrets. If you ever, and I mean ever, in your entire life make my sister cry again, it will be the last thing you’ll ever do. ¿He sido claro?” Carlos only let poor Lando go after he swore to never do something stupid like that again. “Good, now you will go inside, apologize to Amira, and buy her a new freaking Birkin bag. Did I make myself clear?” Carlos sternly asked.

Safe to say that Lando did a lot of groveling that day. It took the drivers and WAGs 5 months, 1 week, 28 days, and 17 hours to stop with the “Lando-fuck-up” jokes. And Amira? She never had to wonder about a thing again; they now had a housemaid, Aurelia, who only adored Amira and not Lando.

[sweetbans29]

That's Mine - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You get jealous and don’t like when people take what’s yours (based off of THIS request)

Warnings: jealous reader, suggestive

Word Count: 2.6k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Let me know what you guys think!

You and Caitlin had been dating for about 6 months now. The two of you met when you were helping your roommate take photos of the team. She was one of the student photographers who would photograph different sports teams on campus. She was in charge of women's volleyball, women's basketball, and track and field. It seemed like a lot but she juggled it well.

You got roped into helping her out for one of the media days for the women's basketball team. It was a Friday morning and you had no excuse to get out of it.

You joined your roommate, Sophie, at Carver-Hawkeye Arena. You were in charge of carrying around gear and getting whatever lens she needed ready. It was honestly pretty simple.

You helped her set up the space before any of the team got there. When you were done, you went to grab coffee for the two of you. On your walk back you bumped into a few of the girls from the team.

You started talking with them as you all walked to where the media day was being held. A few of them had classes with you, and the others got introduced. They were all super chill.

When you returned, you handed Soph her coffee and got to work. You gathered all the props that they had and handed them to the girls whenever they went to switch up a shot.

One of the girls came up to you to introduce herself.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for helping out today. Sophie mentioned you would be helping out today. I'm Caitlin." She says as she extends her hand to shake yours.

"Hi, I know who you are," you say with a little smile and laugh. "You are truly incredible on the court."

She smiles and you swear you see a slight blush creep into her cheeks.

"Thanks." She says. "Well, I better get back, thanks again for helping out."

You thought it was sweet that Caitlin came over to introduce herself. She didn't need an introduction as she was well-known throughout campus as one of our star athletes. But it was nice to know that she now knows who you are.

The rest of the media day goes smoothly. Everyone looks amazing and the photos are the best media day photos you have seen your roommate take - and she has taken quite a few.

At the end of the shoot, you help her clean up when Caitlin comes over again.

"Hey," you say as you start folding up one of the lights.

"Hi," she says and just stands there.

You don't think much of it and continue to tear down. She is playing with her fingertips and seems like she wants to say something.

"How did we look today?" She ends up asking, not getting to her real reason for coming over. You stopped what you were doing to continue the conversation with her.

"The team looked absolutely amazing." You say. "I think one of my favorite shots was of you actually." When you say it, noticing a blush that creeps up into her cheeks.

"Oh ya? Which one?" She asks, trying to regain her confidence.

"The one where you were midair for the dunk." You say with a little smile.

"Oh that one was fire, I think it is one of my favorites as well," she says. It is now or never. She takes a deep breath and mumbles, "Would you maybe want to grab coffee or something sometime?"

At first, you stare at her - your brain trying to process what she is asking. There is no way she is asking you out right now, she has to mean it as friends.

“I would love that,” you say with a sweet smile. You try not to think anything of it but it is hard when a gorgeous all-start basketball star is asking to hang out. The two of you exchange phone numbers and go your separate ways.

Over the next 8 months, the two of you really get to know each other. The two of you became friends and started dating shortly after.

That leads you today. The two of you are with a few girls from the team. It is one of her teammate's birthdays and they wanted to go out to a nice dinner and then to their favorite ice cream spot.

Everyone dressed up nice to go out to dinner.

When you walk into where Caitlin is getting ready - she takes your breath away.

You walk up behind where she is sitting and place your hands on her shoulders, rubbing her arms.

"You look stunning." You say as you look at her through the mirror. She looks at you through the mirror with a smile. She is putting on some light makeup, not that she needs it, that compliments her well.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she says checking you out.

You lean over and kiss the top of her head.

"Are you ready to go?" You ask as you sit on her bed.

"Yep, just finishing up," she says. "Can you come help me put this necklace on?"

You get up and help her. It is a necklace you got her for her birthday. It was a diamond circle that fell beautifully on her chest.

Once the necklace is on, she turns round to face you. She takes in your appearance and takes a deep breath. You don't know how she does it but it brings butterflies to your stomach without even trying. You crumble beneath her gaze.

She leans down and places the lightest kiss on your lips. You lean into her wanting more. She gives in and lets you take the lead. When things get a little too heavy, you break away from her. Your breathing is uneven and your eyes are still closed.

"If we don't go now, we won't make it out the door," you say taking a few steps back from her.

She just gives you a look, knowing you are right.

The two of you head out and meet up with the other girls.

The night is nice, you are all enjoying dinner and each other's company. Following dinner you all head to THE ice cream spot. When you all arrive, there is a line around the corner. The is nothing new and you all head to the back of the line.

As you are waiting in line and talking to one of Caitlin's teammates, something catches your eye.

You glance over at Caitlin who is in conversation with the girl in front of her. At first, you think nothing of it as it didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. You brush it off and get back to your conversation.

After about 10 minutes, you notice Caitlin is still talking to the same girl only this time, the girl's hand comes up to touch Caitlin's arm. Caitlin just laughs at something the girl says, making no effort to remove her hand.

You know it is harmless, but part of you was hoping your girlfriend would politely step back or remove the girl's hand from her body.

You try to shake the rising sense of jealousy that is building within you but it doesn't subside. Even though you are still in the conversation with Caitlin's friends, your ears and mind are trained on Caitlin and the girl.

After another five minutes, you hear the girl talking about how amazing Caitlin is on the court and how she has been following your girlfriend this past season, making sure she was at every game.

Caitlin being Caitlin, was very kind and to anyone else would look like she was flirting back. Deep down - you know she never would, but the insecurity that the jealousy brought, had you raving to get your girlfriend out of that situation. You wanted to stake your claim.

Your final straw was when the girl asked for a photo with Caitlin, which she happily agreed to. When the girl pulled out her phone, she leaned into Caitlin, putting her head in the crease of her neck, and tilted her head in. She was posing as if Caitlin was hers.

You had enough and excused yourself from your current conversation. You make your way over so you are standing right behind Caitlin.

You have a slight advantage since Caitlin is taller than you, so you could sneak up behind her without the other girl knowing. And when you do, you ever so lightly trail your fingers from her lower back all the way up to just below her neck. You see the hair on her neck stand straight up as her speech becomes uneven.

The dress she is wearing makes this all so easy. There is a large open slit that goes from her lower back up to her neck, right where your fingers just trailed and tied at the top. Your fingers begin to play with the strings as your other hand comes and plays with the bottom of the slit, hands teasing her waist.

You can feel every muscle in her body tense and you know that isn't the only part of her that is affected. You go on your tippy toes, just close enough for her, and only her, to hear what you say.

"Looks like I need to show you who you belong to tonight," you whisper in her ear. Caitlin's mouth goes dry as she politely excuses herself from the fan she was just talking to.

As she turns back to the group and you all approach the front of the line, she tries to grab your hand - wanting to make any sort of contact with you to ease the tension that builds inside her. You notice her hand coming to meet yours and move it - keeping up a playful conversation with the girls. The lowest of whines comes from your girl as she is becoming visually flustered and frustrated.

You knew exactly what to do to get her going, and once she was going, there was no turning her off.

The thing about your relationship with Caitlin is that when you two are intimate, it is usually sweet or based off of a mutual need for one another. And if there was any dominance, Caitlin would always be the one to take the lead. It has never been the other way around, until tonight.

You can see hands begin to fiddle with themselves and then come to the bottom of her dress, straightening it out and smoothing it over. She is doing everything in her power to keep it cool.

As the group enters the ice cream shop, you let her go first, placing your hand on her lower back, and guiding her in. She slows her movements, hoping to lean into your touch more yet nothing more than your fingers grace her body. She is itching for your touch.

She can barely focus as she is trying to decide what flavor to get. You are standing right next to her, your perfume overwhelming her. She wants to bring her arm around you and pull you into her body but is nervous about what repercussions that would have later that night. Your choosing to be the dominant one is new and the excitement that comes with that alone is enough for her to excuse the two of you to take you home to find out more.

When it is your turn to choose a flavor, you look over to Caitlin to let her go first.

"Ummm, can I please get....umm," she says, not knowing what to choose.

"She'll have a single scoop of your cherry vanilla," You say, not acknowledging Caitlin's look wondering why you weren't getting any.

"Can we also get a pint of that to go please," you ask the man who's taking your order, he gives a light nod and gets your order all set.

He hands it all over to you as you pay for it. You hand Caitlin her scoop and the paper bag holding the pint while mumbling something along the lines of 'tasting something sweeter tonight'.

Caitlin tries to engage in the conversation as everyone is sitting at a table that is too small for your group but can't focus on anything other than you. How your knee hits hers and your hand occasionally comes to her thigh when you laugh at something one of the girls says.

She leans over to you and quietly says, "Can we please go home?"

Her need for you continues to grow with each touch.

"I don't think I am ready yet," you say, finally looking into her eyes. Even the simple action of eye contact has her fighting back a squirm.

"Please," she whispers in your ear, practically begging.

You see how her thighs are pressing together and her hands can't keep still. You take a second to contemplate her request and cave. To be quite honest, seeing her in such a needy state has you riled up as well.

You stand and Caitlin immediately follows suit.

"We are going to head out, Caitlin doesn't feel too good," you say which isn't completely wrong. Everyone says their goodbyes and you say happy birthday to her teammate and begin the journey back. Everything was within walking distance of her apartment which made it an easy trip back.

Easy in the sense of the distance. Borderline unbearable to Caitlin as you still wouldn't hold her hand. She followed you like a lost puppy.

When you got back to her place, you didn't say a thing to her as you put the ice cream in the freezer and began looking through your phone. She expected you to have her pinned against the door the second you walked in the place, showing her who she belonged to just like you said you were going to.

She didn't know what to do when you didn't immediately jump her.

"Ummm," she doesn't know what to say but knows she wants you.

You look up from your phone and just stare at her. There are your eyes again, unraveling her without a single touch. Her heart rate going a mile a minute. You walk over to her and look her up and down.

"What do you want baby?" You ask low and slow, your hand coming to brush her own.

The control Caitlin wants to take is taking every ounce of willpower she has to subdue.

"Touch me," she says and your eyebrow raises. "Please, touch me."

Your hand comes to hold hers now, and her eyes flutter close. Her breath picks up and becomes uneven. She takes in the feeling of your skin on hers, even if it is just her hand. You then bring your other hand up to where the pads of your fingertips are skimming her neck, tracing her ear. Her neck tilts and she lets out the sweetest moan.

"Go get on the bed," you say as you grab one of the strings of her dress and pull it undone.

She immediately does what you say. You take your time in the kitchen, wanting her to sweat a little.

"If I find any evidence that you have touched yourself, that's it." You yell to her. You hear her groan in response.

You make your way to the freezer and grab the ice cream and a spoon. Once the freezer closes, you make your way to your girl in the bedroom.

AN: I hope this did the prompt justice. Please let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

[star-centric]

Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 5/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the day you're tying the knot with your very dear friend, Kiyoomi word count. 2.1k cw. marriage pact au a/n. another update! I'm happy that I can update this story quickly. Writing this is really fun for me hehe <3

Masterlist

Not long after you and Sakusa discussed your plans, you both decided to share the exciting news of your upcoming marriage with your families and closest friends. The reactions were nothing short of dramatic. You think it’s a mix of shock at how quickly you both decided to tie the knot and genuine happiness for you. Some of them called you immediately, the most popular question being, “How did this happen so fast?!” So, you shared the love story you and Sakusa have crafted together. Some responded with a knowing “I knew it!” claiming they had a gut feeling you’d end up together. You just laughed at their responses, finding it amusing because there was no way they could have predicted this—both of you were truly just friends before. Your psychology textbook was right about hindsight bias.

Since the wedding is simple and you both hired a wedding organizer to handle most of the planning, there isn’t much left for you to do except look for your wedding dress. You also chose your bridesmaids. At first, you want four people as your bridesmaid, including Tami. Unfortunately, Tami is incredibly busy this month with business trips. Even Tami, who knows all your plans, was surprised. She didn’t expect your wedding to be held in the second month of the year. You explained it’s because you both want to do this before the volleyball season starts. Luckily, she doesn’t have any plans on your wedding day and assured you she would attend. Therefore, the people you chose as your bridesmaids are two of your cousins, Yuuki and Nana, and one of your childhood friends from home, Aya. They’re all thrilled to be part of your special day.

Today is the day you choose your wedding dress, just two weeks away from your wedding day. You actually have a lot of fun looking up wedding dress inspiration. Weddings used to make you kind of emotional when you were a teenager and a hopeless romantic. But then, as an adult with a hectic life, you weren’t really expecting a wedding for yourself. Yet here you are now, somehow able to have one. So, you’ll enjoy this process as a gift to your teenage self.

It’s Saturday, and you’re glad that everyone is available. All of you have a group chat discussing the stores you’ll visit. So, you go through those stores, seeing the dresses they display online, trying some of them on, and deciding which one is the best. After a few stores and trying on more than ten dresses, one dress stands out. It’s a classic and elegant gown with a fitted bodice and a full ball gown skirt. It features a sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The skirt is made of layers of tulle and organza, giving it volume and a fairytale-like look. The back of the dress is adorned with covered buttons and a long flowing train, adding dramatic flair.

Your three companions seem to have the same thought as you. Nana even starts to shed tears, making the other two emotional as well. You turn to look at them and can’t help but feel a bit emotional yourself. “Guys, please don’t cry! You’ll make me cry,” you say. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and feel a sense of enchantment and awe. This is the dress, you think.

In the days leading up to your wedding, you frequently communicate with Kiyoomi, juggling to find time between your work and his practice. You handle some legal matters and move many of your belongings from your apartment to his, leaving only the essentials for the remaining days. This often brings you to his apartment, where you arrange your things with him, assisted by people from the furniture moving and rearrangement services you hired. Some furniture is no longer needed, so you sell those pieces.

Two days before the wedding, you arrive home after work and are suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. You've already finished some of your project-based side jobs, giving you more spare time than usual. Your apartment, now mostly empty, feels strange, as most of your belongings have already been moved to Kiyoomi’s place.

Your phone vibrates, and you see new texts from Kiyoomi. He sends a picture of a painting you made on a medium-sized canvas that used to hang in your living room. Initially, you wanted to leave it behind, thinking you had already brought too much. But when Kiyoomi visited your apartment, he asked about the painting and suggested it would look great in "our" living room, meaning his apartment where you will soon move in. The picture he sent shows the painting now hanging in the living room. His next text asks, ‘Is this too far to the right?’ You examine the photo and find the painting perfectly centered, so you respond, ‘no! it’s perfect.’

You then realize that you feel a swirl of excitement and nervousness, as the reality of starting a new chapter in your life and leaving behind the familiar truly sinks in.

For this wedding, there were no pre-wedding events like engagement parties or bridal showers. As agreed upon, the entire event was to be simple. There was no honeymoon planned either. When some of your cousins inquired, you explained that you both wanted to wait for a better season and were eager to enjoy your newlywed life in your own home.

The sound of your alarm wakes you up, and you look around the unfamiliar bed, momentarily confused. Then it hits you—you’re not in your apartment but in the hotel of your wedding venue. The bridesmaids, groomsmen, parents, and some family members are also staying here. And, of course, Kiyoomi, too. Shaking off the sleepiness, you decide to take a shower and call room service for breakfast. 

Checking your phone, you see a few messages from family and friends who have arrived in town, expressing their excitement to see you later. You smile, responding to each message with heartfelt gratitude. 

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your hotel room door. Expecting it to be your bridesmaids or parents, you open it and are surprised to see Kiyoomi’s mother standing there. She looks at you and smiles warmly. Bowing slightly, you welcome her into your room, mentioning that you’ve just finished breakfast and inviting her to sit beside you. 

Unexpectedly, she wraps you in a warm and comforting hug. Taken aback for a moment, you quickly return the hug. Then she looks at you, caresses your hair, and holds your hand. Her gaze is soft and carries warmth.

“I want to tell you how grateful I am to have you joining our family,” she says, her voice filled with genuine emotion. You look at her, your mind blank, unable to find the words to respond. She continues, “You remember you used to come to our house, right?” 

You nod, the memories flooding back. You recall the nostalgia of your high school days, when you often visited Kiyoomi’s house with Komori. Kiyoomi’s mom was always more outgoing than Kiyoomi and his father, often inviting you over for dinner. You usually brought your homework along, finishing it with Kiyoomi at their kitchen table.

“I’ve admired you since then,” she says. “I know we haven’t seen each other much since you both graduated high school, but I’ve always known you will leave a lasting impact on Omi's life. I often asked him about you, you know?” She laughs, a light, joyful sound.

You smile at her words, touched by her sincerity. “I’m happy that you’ve always stayed in touch with each other. And I was overjoyed when I heard the news. I’m just... I’m glad it’s you. You complement each other so beautifully, and I couldn't be happier to see my son marry such an incredible person.”

She pauses, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Know that you have my unwavering support, love, and respect. I look forward to many happy moments together as a family.”

Tears well up in your eyes at her genuine words. “Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot to me,” you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion.

You hug her, feeling the warmth and acceptance in her embrace. She holds you tightly, then pulls back slightly to look at you. “Please call me Mom, okay?”

You nod, a tearful smile on your face.

After she leaves your room, you're left with your thoughts. You feel a wave of gratitude for Kiyoomi’s supportive mother, but a tinge of guilt also lingers. You and Kiyoomi had to fabricate your love story, making it seems like you are deeply in love. It feels wrong that she believes you and Kiyoomi are head over heels for each other. However, you genuinely care, adore and respect him as a friend. You promise yourself that you’ll hold onto these feelings throughout your marriage.

As the afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the bustling city, you stand by the window, taking in the view of the skyline. Nana, Yuuki, and Aya bustle around your hotel room, helping with the final touches on your wedding gown. You opted to do your makeup yourself, choosing a natural and fresh look, and now, as you gaze into the mirror, you feel satisfied with the result. Aya hands you your bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus. Your wedding photographer snaps a few photos of you and your bridesmaids before it's time to head downstairs.

You hear the sound of laughter and chatter from the poolside area of the hotel, where everyone’s waiting. Stepping outside, you take in the beautiful wedding venue. At one end of the pool, a stunning gazebo draped in sheer white fabric and entwined with ivy and blooming flowers serves as the altar. The aisle leading to the gazebo is lined with lanterns and rose petals.

You stand at the edge of the aisle and take a deep breath. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the pool, and you see the familiar faces of your family and friends turned toward you. Your father takes your arm, gives it a reassuring squeeze, and smiles at you.

As you approach the altar, your eyes lock with Kiyoomi’s. He looks unbelievably handsome in his tuxedo, the black fabric fitting perfectly on his broad shoulders and slender frame. You've never felt quite like this seeing him before. His black wavy hair is neatly styled, but a few rebellious curls frame his face, adding to his effortlessly charming look.

His eyes scan you and he gives a genuine smile he rarely shows to anyone. When you finally reach him, he gently takes your hand. Then, the officiant begins the ceremony.

After a few words, the officiant says “Please face each other and join hands,”. “Do you, Sakusa Kiyoomi, take ___ to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You look up at Kiyoomi, feeling a flutter of nerves under his intense gaze. “I do,” he says firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Do you, ___ , take Sakusa Kiyoomi to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You take a deep breath, remembering your meeting with Kiyoomi’s mother and the thoughts that followed. “I do,” you reply, smiling at Kiyoomi.

As the officiant pronounces you both husband and wife, your hands tremble slightly. You think Kiyoomi notices because he squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, melting away your nerves. “You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces. Kiyoomi cups your face, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through you. As you look up, you see his gaze soften and his lips curve into a tender smile.

When he leans in, you realize this will be your very first kiss with him, and it will happen as husband and wife! You try to calm yourself and place your hands on his chest. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of his lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft and tender.

As you part, his forehead rests gently against yours, and your breaths mingle. You open your eyes to find him looking at you with adoration you’ve never seen before, taking your breath away all over again and stirring emotions you can't quite describe. You notice his hand still lingering on your face before the crowd around you erupts into applause and cheers. He smiles at you, making you smile at him too.

[lostdreamr-blog1]

A Misinterpreted Loss

Summary: Bradley finally asked you out, but what happens when he walks out with another girl? Running to your best friend seemed like the only logical answer.

Pairings: Jake Seresin X Bestfriend!reader / Bradley Bradshaw x female!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, baby swear words, fluffy fluff.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I have a million WIP’s but this idea came to me today and I had to get it out. Possible part 2? As always, my inbox is open for you all. Thanks for reading!!

Jake opened the door to find you standing there, eyes red and puffy with tears running down your face. Panic flooded his system as he looked you over for any obvious signs of injury. Seeing you cry was a rare sight and he was preparing himself for the worst.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His body was tense as he was ready to act on a moment’s notice, trying to keep a calm exterior while he waited for your answer.

“He left with another girl.” The words came out as a near whisper, but he heard every one of them. Which is why he was more confused than anything.

“What do you mean? Who left with another girl?” His focus was fully on you as he was trying to piece things together.

“Bradley. I thought things were going well, but I clearly misread the situation.” The sorrow was quickly turning in to anger and Jake picked up on the swift change in emotions.

“Have you been drinking?” A simple head nod confirmed it, and he ran a hand over his face.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I thought you were actually hurt or something.” Any other time you would’ve felt slightly bad for sending him into a spiral of worry, but tonight your mind was on other things. Which is why you lightly hit his arm in protest.

“I am hurt! My heart literally tore in two tonight and you don’t even care!” His lack of empathy for the situation had you walking away from him. A hand gently grabbed your wrist, halting your retreat.

“Calm down, killer. Come inside so we can talk about this.” You let out a huff and allowed him to lead you inside his apartment. You took residence on the couch, curling your knees into your chest. Jake sat down next to you and told you to start from the beginning.

You leaned your head back on the cushion behind you and closed your eyes as you started explaining what all happened to lead you here.

“We had gotten done with our training for the day and he asked if I wanted to grab a drink. Of course, I said yes, happy that we were finally moving in the right direction. We were there about an hour before I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out, he had his arm around another girl’s waist and was walking out of the bar with her. Long story short, I took a few shots that I know I’m going to regret in the morning and called a cab to bring me here.”

Jake listened to every word, trying to figure out why Bradley would do that. He knew his teammate was crazy about you and it took three of them to convince him to even ask you out in the first place. So why the hell did he walk out with another girl? Your whisper of a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t he care?” Jakes heart broke at the questions, and he was at a loss for words. You always carried yourself with your head held high. Nothing ever seemed to get to you, or at least so he thought. But hearing the words laced with pain had him more worked up than when you first got there.

Any other guy and he would’ve run out that door to beat some sense in to them. But he couldn’t touch a teammate, no matter how pissed off he was. Helpless was the word that kept running thorough his mind.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed comforting circles on your arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are one of the strongest women I know, and any guy would have won the lottery if you gave them the time of day. I don’t know why Bradley did what he did, but don’t ever let a man decide your worth.”

More tears spilled onto your face, and you pressed yourself into him more. Trying to steal as much comfort as you could from the one person in your life who had always been there.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You felt him start to move and you tightened your grip on him.

“Please stay. Just for a few more minutes.” The desperation was clear, and it had him rethinking about hurting a teammate. Bradley couldn’t be a part of the team if he couldn’t see clearly out of his eyes to fly a plane.  

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” You relaxed a bit at his words and whispered a thank you. He gave you a kiss on the head in return and you knew you made the right decision in coming here. No one knew you like Jake did and in this moment, all you needed was your friend.

After some time had passed, you squeezed his arm letting him know you were ready to move.

“Let’s get you to bed.” The drinks had long worn off and the only thing you were left with was a throbbing headache. Another thing to blame the Hawaiian shirt pilot for.

It took all of seconds to fall asleep once you were settled in bed. Jake ran a hand through his hair, trying to work out what he was going to do in the morning. You both had to be at base for training, but he already knew you weren’t going to be in it tomorrow. Maybe he can tell them you have a stomach bug. Something to give you the much-needed day off.

Jake went to slide into the bed next to you when a frantic knock on the door had him turning around. He already knew who it was before he even opened the door. He had to stop a second and take a few deep breaths, willing himself to calm down.

“The hell you think you’re doing here, Bradshaw?” Jake took one look at the pilot and knew he was having just as rough as a night as Y/N.

“Is she here?” Bradley tried to look around Jake into the apartment, but Jake stepped into his line of vision.

“You have 30 seconds to explain what the hell happened before knock that stupid mustache off your face.” Bradley took a step back, putting a little bit of space between him and his fuming teammate.

"She went to the bathroom and this girl came up trying to hit on me or whatever. She was wasted and I knew if I didn’t get her out of there that someone was going to take advantage of her. So, I walked her out and straight into a cab. When I came back in, Y/N was gone. I’ve spent the last hour trying to find her and she won’t answer her phone. I have no idea why it took me this long to realize she would’ve come here.”

Jake stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up for this. “She said your hands were around that girl’s waist.”

Bradley shook his head, “Man she couldn’t stand up straight. That’s how drunk this girl was. I figured the least I could do is make sure she got home safe. No one should be left alone like that.”

Jake watched for any signs of him lying, but only saw concern and worry. Something he had been feeling since you got there. “She thinks you left with that girl. Came here more upset than I’ve ever seen her.”

Bradley leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. “I never would’ve done that to her.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at Jake. “She’s it for me. But one misinterpreted situation may have cost me everything. What do I do?”

That desperation he heard in Y/N’s voice earlier was mirrored in Bradley’s now. He knew he had to do something, but he couldn’t be seen as taking his side over yours.

“You better fix this and soon. That girl in there was asking me what was wrong with her. She’s so damn crazy about you, that you managed to break her beyond belief. I don’t know what you have to do, but so help me God, you sure as hell better do it soon or else your time as a pilot is about to come to an end.”

There was a few things Bradley had learned during this assignment. One: you and Jake were inseparable and winning you over meant winning him as well. Or else life would suddenly become very hard to live.

Two: you were everything he dreamed of in a girl and more. It was almost embarrassing how easily he fell for you and this night showed him how hard he needed to work to get you back.

And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Thank you so so much for reading!!! You all are what keeps me writing!

[billskeis]

Heyy, I saw that you write for Tokio Hotel and I just-----

I have a request, just something I've been thinking. 2005 Tom with a female reader who broke her leg. Like she's part of a band too, and during a show she ends up falling off the stage and breaking her leg. And her fans are super worried and sad for her, but Tom takes good care of her. All fluff and such.

Thank you <3

˖ ࣪ ⟢ a broken leg & nurse tom

it was going well, super fucking well. the venue was overflowing with fangirls and fanboys as tokio hotel’s world tour boomed internationally. the crowd was going wild, as everyone got their groove on, shrieks and screams echoing, sweat and tears were shared. the night had always been young when the five of you performed.

pressing the mic into his lips, bill smiles at you and crowd during the encore, “thank you, berlin! for an amazing night!” waving to the hundreds—no, thousands of people presented before all of you.

he turns to you for a speech, expectance as it was rehearsed, but you were too busy looking behind you to tom, who was already watching you, with the same expression as your twin brother. he signified to you that it had went silent and everyone was now waiting for you to say something, “oh—OH! i just wanted to say.. you guys were amazing, and the whole reason we are here today, we love you!!!”

as you ran, you ran across the stage with bill, waving a goodbye to the many fans that you adored as much as you adored them. however, the adrenaline seemed to have gotten the best of you, a turn for the worse.

losing your footing, your body had unconsciously expected you to take another step upon the platform, only to be meet with the absence of a foundation, leading you to fall at least a metre down, hitting the ground with a significant impact.

pain. pain is all you could feel, your vision now blurred as your head spun from the unexpected crash. hazy, you skim around your surroundings to then avert all attention to your leg. it’s broken, it’s. fucking. broken. you wanted to scream, scream so loud that could break glass miles away, but you didn’t. it just, wouldn’t come out. gasps and voices concerns exchange through the crowd from your sudden collapse. everyone was worried.

“y/n!?! Y/N!!—oh my gosh, tom!!” bill screamed as he made it down to the platform first.

you winced, tears streaming down your face as you bit your lip, chewing so hard at the muscle blood threatened to bleed. balling at the grass beneath your body, you do everything in your power to distract yourself from the pain.

tom jumps off from on the platform, quickly followed by georg and gustav who all surrounded you. immediately, he scooped you within his arms, a tight grasp on your body to ensure your safety. he held you with no struggle, as if you were light as a feather. pressing you closer to his body, all tom could do was breathe. he couldn’t speak, he didn’t know the right words to say. obviously he wasn’t going to ask you if you were okay, that’s ridiculous.

with how close he shoved your body into his, you might as well be one body altogether. the pain was excruciating, overwhelming, and you could feel your consciousness blacking out, eyelids becoming heavy to hold, all you heard before you passed out was ‘i got you y/n. you’re with me now—someone get me a fucking ambulance!”

okay. now let’s get to the aftercare! tom, is crazycrazycrazy overprotective of you now. he BABIES YOU. even after being put in a cast, he literally would not let you get up to anything, even if it was as simple as going to the washroom or changing your clothes. he 100% would do it for you without hesitance.

“y/n. i will tell you once more and continue to tell you again. you cannot get up from this bed.”

“but tom..!”

“no buts, now lemme get you those snacks that you like so much ‘kay?”

*a month later*

“lemme get that for you schatzi,”

“tom. are you serious?” as the item you reached to grab was set beside you on the table.

spoils you fucking rotten. during your recovery, he stays every night to watch over you. again, he cannot take his eyes off you for one second or you’ll try to do something of your own accord again! c’mon now, let the man do his thing :3

cause every morning, he will go and get you flowers.

“you bought me flowers?”

“you didn’t think i’d buy you flowers?”

*your room is filled to the brim with bouquets of them*

every afternoon, he will go and put on a movie that you know he hates but you like because you deserve it.

“since when did you like the notebook?”

“i don’t.”

“then why watch it?”

“because you like it!”

“you don’t HAVE to watch it because i like it,”

“there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, y/n.”

every night, he will bathe you, soothing the water over your body as he gently washes you, soft touches of his hand on your skin to put you at total ease. would also 10/10 trace his fingers over your cast, and draw on it. stupid silly little doodles of you and the band, and your initials put in a heart together >\\\\<.

“feeling better baby?”

“mmhm! thank you tomi, i really appreciate it.”

“yeah? where’s my kiss :D??”

he found you crying one night because the pain of your leg, on top of not being able to do anything involving the band and helping with music just became oh so overbearing. so when he saw tears fall down your face as you wept quietly, swipes them off with his thumb, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he looks to you with total admiration.

“i just—i feel so useless!”

“you’re not a burden. this isn’t your fault.” as he pats your head, now running his fingers through your hair, “let’s worry about this stuff after your leg is fixed hm?”

“but..”

“baby.” he looked at you with a stern but gentle look. he just wanted you to know that you’re his girl and he and the band would NEVER think you were bringing them down.

“okay..”

“that’s my girl.”

your fans were so concerned. from the incident to your recovery journey, many would constantly ask on any social platform how you were doing. however, tom was on top of it all. it’s so cute, he would constantly post selfies of you and him together, either watching a show, sitting around the house, at some point the healing was going well that you were able to go back to the studio to record.

the fans ate that shit up, knowing them, they definitely read into the pictures too much that they examined and noticed EVERY. SINGLE. LITTLE. DETAIL there could’ve been in each update photo. from your casted leg being propped up from within his lap, the hand holdings, how in the photos it’d just be the two of you. a new ship was set sailing that’s for sure!

*comments under tomkaulitz’s post*

“oooohhh i see u tom 😏”

“they’re so cute! glad to see y/n is healing well <3”

“i wanna be tom so bad”

— tomkaulitz replied to _ “you could never be me :D”

“tom! that was so mean!” as you leaned over the shoulder, watching as he typed out his reply, smirked, and pressed the ‘post’ button to send his comment reply.

“what?? it’s true, and you wouldn’t have it any other way 😁.” laughing at his phone as he kissed your cheek.

now i need a boyfriend so badly to take care of me WHO WANT ME???? btw he looks so cute here

whipped this out of my ass lowkey highkey and i hate it but :3

[lovelyhan]

SVT HARD HOUR

Maybe a SVT member and their partner are in a relationship where the rest of the members (and the world) thinks the SVT member is the lead in the relationship but in reality their partner is.

Like it’s really important for him to be seen as the lead so she let’s him be seen as it.

Partner is normally really relaxed about the teasing but one day he takes it too far where she whispered that if he keeps this up, he not gonna like where it’s heading.

He keeps pushing so the members learn who is really the lead.

Hahaha this was a lot more detailed then what I meant. I don’t really have a member in mind. I am gonna be happy with whoever you choose.

Sooo, have fun writing ✍️

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast also asked: Because I love you <3 Also going to try to switch it up lol.

Consider edging Mingyu. You know he'd get all whiney and desperately try to buck his hips up into you when you stay completely still on top of him. Massive hands needily grabbing at your hips. In an attempt to steady himself or encourage you to move, you're not sure.

It'd be so cute how teary-eyed he'd be. His big cock twitching inside of you incessantly but, he'd try his best to hold on. Because he wants to be good for you.

NEEDY — MINGYU

surprise surprise <3 i'm sifting through my inbox for old requests that have been gathering dust since may!! i've been missing mingyu a lot these days so here's a quick drabble :3c

tags: f!reader, sub!mingyu, smut (MINORS DNI)

"is it really such a big deal for you to be the one that calls the shots, gyu?"

a whine is caught in the back of your boyfriend's throat as you drag your finger across the swell of his adam's apple, pinning him in place with a disgruntled stare.

mingyu knows he's been a little...over the top today — making a show of bossing you around just to fool his friends into thinking he's the one that runs this relationship, or whatever bullshit patriarchal nonsense he's got brewing inside his head. normally, you would've played along with his need to be seen as anyone but the big pouty man-puppy he actually is.

however, after making a snide comment that made every one of the boys stare at you warily as if waiting for a violent reaction, you decide that you've had enough of mingyu's big scary dom roleplay.

"i'm better off making dinner for you in the kitchen, huh?" you narrow your eyes, forcing mingyu's chin up as you clench around his aching cock. "now what made you think that, gyu? did you really mean what you said? because i'll be really upset if you did."

"n-no, baby, i was just fooling around," mingyu pleads, large hands digging into your hips as he forces himself not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt. "you know the guys tease me enough as it is, so i was just trying to —"

"be a sexist little shit to your girlfriend?" you finish the rest of the sentence with a disappointed huff. "i know you were just trying to get the guys off your back, but i expected more from you, gyu.

"after all, we both know just how needy you are when i'm the one calling the shots."

he sniffles, tears glistening in his eyes. it's almost adorable. "i'm sorry, baby, i —"

the noise that rumbles in his chest is caught between a groan and a whimper when you lift yourself up on his lap before slamming back down with more force than you typically do. despite the frustration rolling off of you in waves, your boyfriend's big cock still does the job in stemming your irritation from his earlier antics, and with how eager mingyu is to be good for you, you suppose you can forgive him.

that doesn't mean you'll make things any easier for him though.

"if you're really sorry, you'll sit there like a good boy while i get myself off," you coo before establishing a languid pace — riding your boyfriend as you press your foreheads together while you drill every word into his head. "my puppy can do something as simple as that, right?"

"yes. i promise — i promise i'll be good," mingyu mewls adorably, the muscles of his thighs tensing from the sheer effort he's exerting to stay still. "f-fuck, your pussy's so warm, baby."

"i didn't give you permission to start running your mouth, now did i?"

it's hard to miss how his cock twitches inside you — clearly enjoying the way you put him in his place no matter how much he tells his friends otherwise. you simper before leaning down to nip at his lobe, purposely moaning into his ear as you repeatedly slam your hips back down on his.

"i'd tell you that your huge cock is all you're good for but i won't. you know why, gyu?" you whisper as you try not to lose yourself to the delicious stretch of his girth. "that's because i fucking love you. so i suggest — ah, fuck — for you to choose your words carefully next time. got it, puppy?"

despite sounding more and more breathless with each passing second, mingyu thinks it's hot that you're lecturing him while you fuck him into incoherence. he decides then and there that he doesn't give a shit if his friends find out how submissive he actually is — both in the bedroom and your relationship in general.

your big, beefy boyfriend is powerless against you after all.

"'m so close," mingyu sighs as you start kissing down his neck, nimble fingers gliding across his nipples for added stimulus. "wanna cum inside you, baby... can i?"

you don't respond right away — too caught up in chasing after your own pleasure to give him another thought. but mingyu doesn't mind because fuck. you look so sexy like this, tits bouncing with every downward stroke as his big cock batters your cunt.

but just when he's about to feel his orgasm boil over, you lift yourself off your boyfriend's cock. this earns you a desperate whine in protest from mingyu which you promptly shut up by tipping him backwards, forcing him flat on his back before positioning your sopping pussy over his face.

"you think you deserve it after that stunt you pulled?" you chuckle darkly, delighting in the way mingyu's big arms automatically wrap themselves around your thighs to hold you in place. "make me come on your face first, puppy. then i'll think about whether or not i want you to finish inside me tonight."

you'll let him. you'll always let him.

but the fun thing about being with mingyu is that he never really backs down from a challenge.

[lvrhughes]

Do You Know How Hard I Tried? | Cole Caufield

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (??)

warnings: angst, no happy ending, swearing,

summary: It was never a good idea, yet somehow that was never truly the issue.

requested: Yes

i do not know how much sense this makes so bear with me, anyways pt.2 is here

not my gif!

It was a bad idea, anyone could see it.

The friends with benefits situation never worked, yet it was. Nothing had changed yet, simple rules in place keeping the peace. 

“Hey, mon amour.” Cole voice first to greet you, walking into the familiar arena, seeing the other players getting skates on. 

“Hi, Coley.” Sitting beside him on the bench, his arm wrapping your shoulders. “Missed me?” the teasing tone earning a small shove from the boy. 

“I don’t see why you guys aren’t dating, you’re basically already a couple.” One of the other habs player’s voice could be heard, the feeling of panic washing over you. Had Cole told them? Could he tell you wanted more? Was it obvious? 

“Shut up.” Cole’s arm removing itself from your shoulder before he continued, “I don’t want a relationship besides, no falling in love rule” 

A few confused stares and one question got Cole to spill, “You guys made a rule to.. Not fall in love with your best friend?”

Cole's explanation short, leaving out the benefits part. Earning a few uninterested nods from the team, pecking your cheek before running out to the ice. Leaving you to go to the stands, sitting to watch practice. 

It was a short practice, the game coming up later in the night, leaving you to wait for Cole to come out. First out as per usual, leading you out of the arena. 

“You coming tonight?” His voice hopeful, like always when he asks.

“Of course, how could I not? Now, you coming over?” 

His presence was enough to set your body on fire, his touch electrifying. His spot beside you on your couch, his tigh just touching yours. His next movements rushed, grabbing his bags in an instant. 

“Shit! I’m late!” the panic clear in his voice, trying to calm him before he ran out the door, saying a short bye and ‘see you at the game’. 

It wasn’t long before the game, the time passing fast. Entering the arena through a unknown side door, a little trick learned from Cole. Slipping in easily, walking your way to the hallway to see Cole, his figure leaned against the wall waiting. 

“Mon amour!” He practically cheered, rushing over to you for a hug, lifting you up slightly. 

“Hi Coley, missed me?” the teasing tone earning a scoff and a very sarcastic

 “No, never.”

“Sure, sure Caufield.”

His name called shortly after, being pulled away to play, not before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. His disappearance leaving  you to claim your seat by the bench, the view of the team perfect. You could see the smile on his face as the team came out, skating a lap past you, winking as he passed earning an eye roll. 

To say the game went bad would be an understatement, the team had the worst loss of the season. Cole took  more penalty minutes than ever, too many players got injured, and of course a fight full of harmful chirps. 

Cole’s demeanor was completely different coming out, his stance not sad but not happy. His walk fast, pushing his way over to where you were in the hall. 

“Why’re you still here?” the tone harsh, setting you back a minute.

“Cole, I always wait for you, we always go home together.” 

His eyebrows raised at your declaration, earning a confused look from you. 

“Why would I want to see you right now, you’re the cause of this!” his tone was venomous, the words cutting deep. 

“What?” you could feel the tears clouding your eyes, his glare still hard.

“You, you’re the problem. If they didn’t see you they would’ve have anything against me.” 

“Who’s they, Cole?” 

“The other team! Chirping me for my partner blah blah how you’re so clingy, how you probably slept with half the team. If they hadn’t I could’ve kept it, I could’ve won!” 

The words striking hard, taking a minute to pause, almost physically stumbling at the words. His eyes never softening, His teammates slowly flooding around or through. 

“You’re mad, because I love you? I'm not even yours! Cole what the fuck, you’re mad at me because you couldn’t calm down over some chirps, they weren’t even about you, were you ever going to tell me?” 

“No, why did it matter? I just want you gone.” 

“Fuck you, Cole Caufield.” The players walking past froze at the scene, entranced in a way they couldn’t look away. A single tear falling down before you could tear, the arms of the team's captain quickly pulling you off track and into him.

His hand rubbing circles on your back, letting you sob while he whispered comforting words. Gently leading you into the locker room, kicking everyone else out. Sitting with you on his lap, the muffled sweet words never stopping.

“Is it bad I still want him?” That was the first question, he looked down at you, his eyes soft, the opposite of Cole’s.

“No, you love him and he loves you, he’s just being so fucking stupid right now.” There was slight comfort from Nick’s words, his gentle motions and calming tone ensuring it would all be okay. 

“I think I should go see him.” 

“Just be careful, he’s too angry to see straight right now, he thinks the loss was his fault. Because he took all the penalty minutes, because the other team chose him to chirp at.”

“I know, I’ll be okay Nick, I’m strong.” His slight chuckle at the words earning one from you too, leaning against him once more. 

“I know you’re strong, I just need to make sure you’ll be okay.” 

It wasn’t hard to find Cole, slouched on the hallway floor, his head in his hands, his hair a mess from running his hands through it so much. 

“Cole?” It was barely above a whisper yet he heard it, his head perking up at the sound. 

“Amour.” His tone was breathy, like a plea. “What’re you still doing here?” Quickly standing up to stand before you.

“We need to talk.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, he had no choice this time.

“What? No we don’t, you need to go.” His tone immediately defensive, pushing you away.

“No, this isn’t fair to me Cole!” 

“Why are you still here then! It’s like you're in love with me, god, you're like a lost puppy!” the emotions clearly still there, voices rising quickly. 

"Do you know how hard I tried? For years? I tried so damn hard not to fall in love with you and I'm still here." 

The words stunning Cole, his movement halted, his breathing stopped, the words sinking in. 

“Shit.” It was the only thing he could say, watching your figure walk away. “Amour, come back, fuck, I’m so sorry!” the pleas, useless, never stopping to hear them.

[curtsycream]

Beside You

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

When your lover invites you to a wedding you didn’t know was his until you got there. Leading you to rethink your life and meeting a rockstar.

She could never understand how a simple question could change a person’s world. But hearing the words “I do,” did just that and not for a good reason.

She remembers the wedding standing there as he said the words. The same words that ruined her inside and out. It happened so fast the kiss, the cheering, the dancing.

She wanted it to stop, it didn’t feel right to see him marry someone else. When she stood she had thought it over but it never came. How she would object to the wedding, how she would admit her love for him, and how he would choose her time and time again.

Yet none of that happened and none of it ever will she was simply too late. The moment she stood up she froze in place unsure of what to say or do. People stared momentarily as her internal battle raged on.

But the moment was lost as soon as it started when the kiss happened and they had something else to focus on.

It had only been a few weeks since that day and she still felt helpless. Her heart ached in anticipation that one day he would come to her and change his mind. But reality and delusion seemed to switch places in her mind. He never told her why he invited her when he was the groom and it seemed she would never know.

She wanted to disregard the wedding thinking she was made for him. That idea left her restless and unsure about what to do with her life. With an unsteady sigh she lights the cigarette in her hand as she stands on her balcony.

Her vision wavering as tears spill over skewing her vision. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to look over at the balcony beside her.

He was handsome big doe eyes, cherub features, and long curly brown hair. The look on his face was one of understanding rather than sympathy. She was grateful.

“What’s put you in such a foul mood, Birdy.”

Opening her mouth to speak she shook her head, “my own stupidity. Not being able to take a hint when a guy tells me he loves me yet invites me to his wedding.”

“Yikes,” he said putting his hands up in defense. “And I thought I had it bad because the cafe doesn’t have those fancy little fruit tarts. You win this round, Birdy.”

She didn’t intend to but how could she not crack a smile at his words. It was clear his attempt was to cheer her up and he did. Looking down at her cigarette she puts it out on the iron railing in front of her.

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name, looking for a last one?”

“Funny and handsome,” she said giving him a pointed look.

He winked at her before leaning over the iron railing towards her balcony, “what can I say I’m a real charmer. Though most people just call me Eddie.”

“And what do other people call you?” She asked leaning towards him.

The way the moonlight seemed to illuminate his eyes left her staring. Handsome was an understatement, he was something not yet defined by words.

“You call me lover,” he whispers to her.

Blinking she looked away to hide just how impressed she was. “I ask other people not me,” she let out in a rushed tone.

Shrugging he crosses his arms, “most people is everyone else but you.”

“That’s not how that works you’re making things up as you go, aren’t you?”

“Always, it’s how I work best.”

So lover what are you doing out here?”

Eddie was amused as he sighed dramatically, “well I was talking with this psychic. She read my palm earlier and told me I had to be on this balcony to meet this beautiful woman that needed someone to talk to. Have you seen her?”

“The beautiful woman?”

“Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “you’re lame.”

“Hey that’s no way to talk to your lover, where are your manners.”

“Oh my dearest apologies, maybe your psychic should have warned you about terrible jokes,” she replied.

Placing a hand on his chest he looked at her offended, “excuse you my jokes are amazing. Is this the thanks I get trying to cheer up a beautiful woman?”

“Who?”

“You’re so original,” he tells her with a teasing smile.

Smiling back at him she nods, “I know my jokes are amazing.”

“Our jokes, you can’t monopolize my jokes,” pointing at her Eddie gave her a warning look.

“I don’t think you used that word right.”

“Oh what you can use it better?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes I can, because I have a monopoly over your jokes.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, “you just said what I said.”

“No, I said it better.”

“You think you’re funny,” his smile wider as he noticed she was holding back her laughter.

“I’m very original,” she laughed out.

“I bet,” he whispered watching her laugh without hesitation. In his eyes it was beautiful to watch someone let go and enjoy themselves. She was beautiful in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on. It was unexplainable.

A yawn ripped him from his thoughts as he noticed her covering her mouth. “I think someone’s ready for bed.”

“Maybe I’m a little tired.”

Shaking his head he looked her over, “I think a little is an understatement.”

Yawning once more she nods, “maybe I should sleep then.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Well goodnight lover,” she said slowly.

“Goodnight Birdy,” he responded just as slow.

Smiling at the nickname she turned to walk back into her hotel room. “Wait!”

Stopping she looks back over at him noticing how he held some of his hair to his lips. His eyes darting around before they focus on her. “I’m having a concert this weekend and if you want, you can come.”

“I’d love to,” she smiled this time went inside of her hotel room. The second she disappeared Eddie pumped his fists in the air, “fuck yeah.” He whispered to himself before going inside of his own hotel room.

Maybe a part two or no? Idk yet I just have this want to write about the other woman trope and weddings. If I make more parts it will be slowish burn because I like to drag things out and make the reader sad, happy, frustrated, horny, delighted, angry, then in love.

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock x reader - choices

So Sherlock fakes his death but he and reader were in a relationship. After he faked death, she found it hard to move on, but after a year she dated a guy, and that guy turned out to fall for him, she liked him but she knew loving someone else is hard. So when he was about to propose that day Sherlock appears? - Anon 💜

Looking at your boyfriend from your side of the table, you smiled softly as he handed you a menu.

“I’ve never been here before.” You said.

“Me neither, I’ve heard it’s really good though.” Ryan smiled.

You hummed, looking at the menu, not really paying much attention as he spoke to the waiter about choices of drinks.

Once he managed to get the waiter to leave, you placed your order for food and he cleared his throat as he looked at anything but you.

“Is everything alright Ry?” You asked.

“I.. I have something to talk to you about..”

He started to fiddle with the hem of his napkin and you titled your head a little bit.

“I know after what happened you found it hard to love again, and I know even now you’re still having a hard time with it. But I love you so much (Y/N), I really do, and I know I’ll never be him but I was wondering if-“

Ryan was cut off by the waiter coming back, setting a plate down in front of you with simple writing on it.

‘I’m back.’

You frowned and looked up, only to nearly fall out of your chair as you found the face looking back at you to be one you never thought you’d see again.

“No.. no…”

Ryan jumped up and stood in front of you, holding his arm back to keep you behind him.

“Oh please you know you don’t need the hero act.”

“I.. I need to go…”

You spun around and all but ran out of the restaurant, you didn’t even bother to get a taxi, you just ran down the street until your couldn’t run anymore.

Then you finally got a taxi straight back to your flat and you slammed the door shut, locking it, and then you shut all the windows and locked them.

Your phone chimed and you pulled it out to see you have numerous messages.

John: we need to talk.

John: right now we need to talk I’m coming over.

Ryan: I’m not sure what happened back there but I think I understand. Call me or message me to let me know you got home safe. I love you.

Sherlock: it’s rude to run away from someone.

Sherlock: I’m coming over.

Sherlock: John said you moved again.

Sherlock: I know you’re reading these.

Sherlock: stop ignoring me.

You tossed your phone aside and just sat on your bed, head in your hands as you tried to process everything that was going on.

A pounding on your door knocked you out of your head.

“(Y/N) it’s me!”

Getting up, you made your way to the door and opened it, there stood Mary, John and Ryan.

You let them all in without a word and closed and locked the door again.

As you turned around John hugged you tightly, and finally your tears fell free as you hugged him back.

“John.. I.. I.. I saw him.. he can’t.. he can’t be…” you sobbed out.

He shushed you and lead you to the sofa and sat you down, Mary made you some tea and Ryan just sat with you, holding your hand lightly in his.

“I know. He’s just done the same to me.”

You sniffled and looked up at your best friend, shaking your head a little.

“I.. I can’t…”

“I know. I know you can’t. It’s okay.” He said softly.

Mary sat down next to John on the table and she smiled softly at you.

“If it makes you feel better John didn’t let him get away with it. He’s currently treating a bloody nose and a split lip.”

You cracked a small smile and looked at John who just nodded his head with a little smile of his own and you sighed.

Leaning back, you rested your head on Ryan’s shoulder as you just tried to process everything.

“I watched him jump…”

“Maybe he had a good reason?” Ryan offered.

Was he upset that your ex mysteriously risen from the dead? Of course he was, but he also knew how much Sherlock really meant to you.

You scoffed, shaking your head a little.

“No, no there’s no reason he didn’t tell us. And Mycroft? Jesus of course Mycroft would’ve been part of it…” you mumbled.

It made sense, Sherlock wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without the help of Mycroft.

Mary and John stayed for another hours before they had to go home, but Ryan stayed with you.

He ran you a warm bath, he made your favourite drink and ordered your favourite food since you hadn’t had a chance to eat at the restaurant.

And he held you in bed as you cried, all the unwanted memories coming back up to haunt you.

You didn’t dare leave your flat for the fear you would bump into Sherlock somewhere.

You ignored his calls and texts, you ignored Mycroft, only messaging Mary, John, and Ryan when he was at work.

Days slowly turned into nearly a weak, and you were sitting in the sofa when the door opened so you turned to look at Ryan who was with Sherlock.

“Wait! Wait! Please, just talk to him.” Ryan sighed.

He walked over and knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his as he gave you a gentle smile.

“I love you, okay? I love you so much, but I know you can’t love anyone like you loved Sherlock. Just hear him out okay? It’s up to you what you want to do, if you want to be with him, if you want to just take a break, or be with me that’s your choice. No matter what I won’t be angry, and even if we’re not together I’m always going to be here for you.” He said gently.

Ryan stood up, kissing the top of your head he walked to the door and nodded and Sherlock who gave a nod back and closed the door.

He wasn’t really sure what to do now, so he decided to walk over and sit on the sofa opposite from you.

He looked up at you, you refused to meet his gaze. You couldn’t even look at him.

Even after all the stupid things he had done, you had always looked at him, but you couldn’t even meet his gaze now, and something inside of him hurt at the thought of it.

“I watch you jump…” you whispered.

“There’s a good explanation.”

“A good…”

You stood up and walked over to him.

“A good explanation?! I watched you jump Sherlock! I watched you his that floor! I had you blood on my hands!”

You went to slap him but he quickly jumped up, dodging your hand as he walked around you, hands in the air.

“I had to do it. I couldn’t let Moriarty win.”

“I don’t give a crap about him Sherlock! I give a crap about the fact you didn’t tell me! I blamed myself for your death! I thought about everything I could’ve done to prevent it!”

“Why would you blame yourself? You never made me do it?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sat back down, looking at your hands as you balled them into fits, resting your forehead on them.

“I blamed myself because I thought I could’ve done something to help you… I wondered how I didn’t see the signs…”

Sherlock watched you for a moment before he slowly approached you, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“There’s no good reason for what you did.. you faked your own death…”

“I did it for you.”

You looked up at him.

“I did it to keep you safe. John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, I did it to keep you all safe, especially you.”

“I don’t care Sherlock… I.. I don’t care. I cried at your grave every day, I thought I’d never love someone ever again, I thought I’d I loved someone they’d leave too…”

Sherlock sighed.

He didn’t know what to say, because he knew nothing he said could make the pain he made you feel away.

No amount of words could fix that damage.

“I… I’m sorry (Y/N).”

You looked at him. Never had he apologised for anything.

“I have no right pushing my way back into your life, none. I know that. But I’m a selfish person, and I don’t want to come back if I can’t see you again.”

“Sherlock you can’t just expect it to go back to the way it was. Not after this… maybe you can with John… but not me… not after what we had…”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“I know. But you’re the better part of me, the human part of me. The part of me that tells me when I’m being rude or unfair, you’re the part of me that I don’t want to let go because I can’t.”

He reached out and touched your hands lightly, pulling away before he clasped your hands between his.

“I never wanted to hurt you, in fact you’re the last person I want to hurt.”

Sherlock looked at your, staring for a minute before he sighed.

“He was going to propose to you tonight. He loves you a lot. You don’t know who to choose, and that’s okay. Just think about it, he’s a good man, you deserve that.”

Sherlock kissed your forehead, lips lingering there, his hand coming to hold the side of your face as he pulled away.

“I know you need time to think, I have a case but I’ll be back.”

Sherlock left the flat and stood in front of your door.

He didn’t know how to tell you that every night he thought about you, every day he pictured your smiling in his head.

You were the only thing that kept him going through everything, the only reason he carried on powering through everything that had happened.

All he wanted to do was hold you, never let you go again because these past two years were unlike anything he had experienced.

Sherlock never thought he could care for anyone like he did for you.

Sherlock Holmes was so deeply, madly, in love with you it drove him mental.

But he knew after what he did he didn’t deserve you to forgive him.

He hoped you would choose him, but he couldn’t read you like he used to able to, you had changed so much, all he knew is you still loved him. But you loved Ryan, and you didn’t know who to chose.

Did you choose your first love? The one who broke your heart and trust? The one you were so deeply in love with?

Or did you choose you second love? The one who picked up the pieces of your broken heart? The one who would hold you every night when no one else could?

[3sc4p1sm]

The Night Before ♡

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Contains: angst (if u squint), suggestive/implied nsfw, swearing, fluff lmk if I miss something

Words: 1K

A/n: this was in my main account's draft for like a year or so BUT ENJOY I hope you like this ps. I HOPE THIS HEADER FITS THE THEME CAUSE I MADE IT

He always thought that you would be together after all you were best friends, as much as he never wanted to admit to it but you were always together. Like when he got his licence, you being there for almost almost all his birthdays, awards and everything. You were always there for him and he was always there for you. You got him out of going to jail, You got him out of the house, when no one else did you were like his rock when he felt like he didn't have one.

And there was no denying it. Not to you, not to him not to anybody you guys were super close too. So when you guys said you would be back in a bit everybody knew you guys wanted to be left alone even if it wasn't said you guys weren't together but everyone let you two be without bugging or asking. Knowing you guys you would wanna spend a bit of alone time together before you both left for college and then you'd start your lives.

The short and quiet drive to the lake was nothing but comfortable. Radio silence and then the car coming to a stop and you and bakugou were in a good mood although he would never admit you being alone with him made him feel things he didn't feel with others. Seeing the lake made him really think about you, and everything leading up to this. He thought about every single little detail and this lake, this stupid little lake. The lake he met you at and the lake he realized he loved you at the week before this. Where you found him on the verge of tears cause he had been broken up with, where you met his friends and he met yours. All those memories hit him with full force as he saw the orange, pink, purple, blue and golden hues of the somewhat clear sunset.

Sitting in the car and turning the engine off he looked at you. Slightly asleep and head against the cold glass of the window. He wasn't sure what to think, he didn't know why his eyes were scanning your tired body. He didn't know why he so badly wanted to kiss you or why his heart was racing. He couldn't figure out why the look of your smooth skin gave him goosebumps and why the way you were just sitting in his passenger seat the night before you both left for collage, even when your guy's friends were at his house for one last hurrah.

He didn't get why you suck by him even with his "monster" like attitude or why you'd defend it either. He always thought about why you did or a way to explain it. He never did and after sometime he stopped and just paid attention to you. Seeing everything he could, wanting to know as much about you as you did him.

But he got too full of emotion and without thinking he was pulling you to him. Getting the best of him was hard for most never knowing what he was like except for you. You didn't think he would be pulling your hoodie to him and locking lips with the ash blond pulling him in harder than he did you, feeling the need he emitted from a simple kiss. Pulling away when you both needed air but he still held onto you if anything tightening his solid grip.

"All I wanna do, is take care of you." He paused for a second almost completely out of breath, "Will you let me take care of you." looking you saw nothing but pure love and dilated scarlet pupils. At a loss of words you go to speak but he beats you to it "I'll let you take care of me." You swore that in that moment you had never heard his speak so softly. Knowing how much he hated when people offered to take care of him, you know he was serious but the way his hand started to lightly tremble and how his ear tips were getting the slightest shade of pink to 'em. Looking at you and seeing you teary-eyed and nodding yes with a soft look "yeah?" he said more like a question. Giving him a nod for the third time "Okay."

You never thought you would see this day, you thought it would be a happy time. Given the circumstances you would have been so excited, but in the morning you'd both leave and start anew with one another. You weren't sure why you didn't stop him from kissing you more or why you wanted it to last forever. You loved it, you love him that's why you'd never stop him. You wanted to feel his hands roam your body untouched by another feeling like it was right. While he showed you what his love really was telling you that you'd be sweet nothings and praise while wiping your tears away. You both knew you'd love each other even after college so you both took your time and sat in the car after you were done.

The ride home was quite pleasant as you both made some small talk and talked about future plans you both had while in and out of college. You both always wanted to be in contact and that was the promise you made it was to always keep contact no matter what was going on in and out of school. You both talked about your majors as you pulled into a parking lot to get ice cream, with you being nosy about him always you asked about why he chose to go into mechanics and engineering. And he asked you why you wanted to get into botany and art while he ordered your ice creams. And as you guys were getting back home you took a good look at everything one last time and said "until we meet again yeah?"

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[funnefox]

I wrote an entire mini fanfic in the comments of this one obscure Gorillaz video that I don't want to go to waste so I'm sharing it with you

March 7th, 2006, approximately 10:00 AM British time. The windmill island, seen in the worldwide phenomenon that was the music video for "Feel Good Inc.", is attached to Kong Studios as out steps from it not its' owner Noodle, but her bandmate, Murdoc Niccals, cracking his back after hauling some boxes onto it.

"Alright, lass" Murdoc greeted what looked like an ant-sized Noodle from his perspective. "All your stuff's just about ready there. When this shoot ends you can go out into the world and do your own thing for a while." The shoot he was referring to was to be for the final single off of their band, Gorillaz', second album "Demon Days". Murdoc planned a whole action movie-like sequence where Noodle and her island would be gunned down by helicopters and blown up as commentary for the terrorists that have invaded the world since the Iraq war started. To Murdoc, it was a perfect end to a perfect album cycle. To the other members, however, this was seen as something that was gonna be gruesomely sad for all of them.

"I-i'm having second thoughts, Murdoc" Noodle spoke up, sniffling a little bit. "This video isn't good for me"

"Whadaya mean, Noodle?" Murdoc asked his asian partner "We all agreed on this, you know what you're getting into. Plus, this could mean a whole lot for you"

"I know" Noodle admitted "It's just... it's just..." Instead of finishing her thought, the 15-year old music master broke down in tears, crying on Murdoc's blue jeans. "I don't wanna do this. This could be a disaster and end our careers and..and..." She broke down again, leading to the other two members, 2-D and Russel, coming outside to see the commotion

"We started shooting yet? I've been setting up these walkie talkies all day" 2-D started, holding one of the devices in his hand. Russell saw Noodle in her position and piped up "Hey noodle, what's up?" Noodle looked at the 2 boys, still with tears running down her face, and promptly ran up and hugged both of them, commencing more waterworks. "Russel, 2-D. You don't understand how frightening this is."

"I know noodle, it's tough doing stuff like this" Russel said hugging back, surprisingly gentle for a guy his size "I had my fair share of episodes when I first lost Del"

2-D joined the hugging "me too, even during video shoots. When we were making 'Dirty Harry' I had so much heat stroke I could've cried for weeks"

"T-this is different though." Noodle interrupted while still keeping her hug's grip "Murdoc planned something that frightens me. I'm thinking about all these scenarios in my head. What if the island goes out of control? What if the helicopters land on top of me? What if I... die?"

"DIE?!" all 3 boys asked in unison, with Murdoc seeming the most loud. "Listen Noods,you know papa Murdoc always has your best interest in mind."

"That goes for all of us" Russel added "Y'know we always keep you happy in scenarios like this. Remember when you first joined and we got you the best room in Kong."

"Or when we got you a new pet after your dog went missing" 2-D continued.

"Or when we loved your demos so much. We turned it into an album." The typically egotistical Murdoc finished.

Noodle started to calm down a bit from those words "Y-you think this is just another one of those?" She asked

"Positive, lass" Murdoc answered "I would never kill anyone including you and excluding 2-D"

"Yeah, that's ri-wait, wot?" 2-D piped up as he realized what Murdoc said.

Noodle sniffled happily at that remark before simply stating "Arigato. That helps".

"You're not gonna miss us for too long anyway. We'll be giving cues for you on these walkie talkies" 2-D instructed

"Yeah, all you gotta do is listen to the three of us and the whole shoot will be over before you know it" Russel said in his street connotation

"You promise it'll be that simple?" Noodle asked.

"Promise" all 3 boys responded

"Noodle! Hurry up!" A voice belonging to director Jamie Hewlett screamed "the video was supposed to be shot yesterday"

Noodle, still a little nervous about the video despite the pep-talk, climbed onto her island using the rope that it was tied to.

"You won't forget about Mike while I'm out there, will you?" She asked before making it all the way on

"Will never be outta sight" Murdoc answered "I'll give him plenty of fluids"

"That's Shaun! Mike's her Monkey" Russel corrected

"Right, right, of course" Murdoc murmured, the alcohol from his box lifting starting to kick in

"See ya later, Noodle. Good luck in the video" 2-D happily waved.

"Sayonara for now, 2-D. Don't forget to talk" Noodle waved back as she fully stepped onto the island.

With that, Noodle went to the anchor mechanism at the back of the Windmill island and turned the crank on it. It was soon unleashed from its' shackles at Kong, floating off into the british sky. The last thing Noodle heard before she fully left the studio's vicinity was Murdoc's pet raven, Cortez, cawing at the island.

[brandonduhaimes]

Love you more

Gif credits to owner!

Pairing: Kirill x gn reader

Length: 2.3k

Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.

"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.

"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."

With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.

You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.

A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.

When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.

Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.

As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.

You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.

After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.

Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.

After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.

You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.

You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.

You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.

He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.

What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.

He loved you.

He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.

He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.

At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.

He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."

He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.

When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.

After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.

"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.

"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.

"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"

Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.

"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.

You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.

Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.

You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.

"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.

"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.

"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.

"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.

"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.

You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.

Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.

As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.

"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.

"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.

Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.

He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.

As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.

You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.

You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"

"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.

"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.

The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.

"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.

"I love it."

You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.

He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.

You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.

The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.

You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.

Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.

As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.

"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.

"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.

"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.

"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.

As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."

[skyfall8600]

Day 11: Christmas Eve

Eddie Munson list

12 Days of Christmas List

[800 words]

Note: so I know it’s not Christmas anymore and I’m so sorry you all had to wait for so long. I do plan on continuing with my writing but you should all hear it from me, 2023 will not have as frequent updates as my 2022 works. I’ve taken on a new job, still studying and will try my absolute best to write the stories you have all grown to love on here. That’s all for now, and I’ll finish off the 12 day of Christmas for my own sanity of the series being completed.

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With all the lead up to the big day, over the years you started to feel that Christmas day was overhyped. Most of the time you would be stuck between family members you only saw once every few months, picking at the food on your plate.

But Christmas Eve? Yeah Christmas Eve was the main shit for you. You’d go all out, decorating cookies and perfectly wrapping each gift. Naturally, everything had to be following a particular colour style and presentation for how it looked…. Aesthically pleasiinig visuals was a must.

Over the few years that Eddie had grown to known you, seeing how you shined on Christmas Eve was one of his favoirite things. This christmas however, all your plans came crashing out because fate had been cruel and decided to gift you with the Flu on your favourite holiday.

And he had to hear all about your suffering as you spoke to him on the phone.

“By now I would’ve had all the presents wrapped,” you sulked, tearing up into the phone. “The house would smell like cookies…”

“I’m sure the house still smells great!” Eddie laughed, trying to conceal the noises he was making.

“I wouldn’t know, can’t smell a fucking thing.” You sniffled, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the—“ you were cut off by your own coughing, followed by groaning at the chest pains.

“Nothing much.” He lied, his eyes scanning over the mess of his creations. “I’ll let you rest up, Merry Christmas Eve love. Get better soon.”

“I’ll try.”

And with that, Eddie hung up the phone and got back to work. He had a scattered mess of wrapping paper and baked goods around the small trailer. It took him forever to hunt down the exact type of bows you always used, and as for the wrapping paper… he got the closest thing he could find.

You would always rave about how you mainly loved preparing everything for others to enjoy. And yet, Eddie couldn’t remember the last time someone gave you anything as nicely put together or special.

Today seemed like the perfect opportunity for Eddie to do just that. All the gifts he was planning on giving you tomorrow for Christmas Day suddenly had a new purpose; to give you the joyous Christmas Eve you always wanted.

With the gifts loaded in his truck, trays of cookies sat neatly on the passenger seat, Eddie was ready.

The drive to your house was short but he took his time, terrified that the slightest bump or curve in the road meant all his hard work would be destroyed.

He sung along quietly to himself when he parked the van in the driveway. Slowly he unloaded the goods and his eye caught the white costume beard.

He sighed, “Jesus Christ, Wayne.” He laughed, grabbing the rather cheap Santa beard in his hand. “I thought I said no to the beard, bloody old man.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Wayne felt absolutely gutted that you were sick and suggested that Eddie should dress up like the ‘big guy’ when he makes his delivery. Eddie opted for a simple Santa t-shirt but couldn’t get the image of the beard out of his head. Would you like it? Would you think he was childish?

Frankly he didn’t care, or he should have thought about it more. Because now, he stood on your porch, arms full of presents and baked goods. And his big smile covered behind the white fake beard.

You, on the other hand, were covered in tissues and buried yourself in a blanket that towered over your entire body as you opened the front door. The first thing you saw was boxes upon boxes of gifts. All containing the exact ribbon you loved.

“Merry Christmas Eve! I figured since you couldn’t do the ribbons this year, then I’d give them to you.” The voice behind the hair and boxes called out.

That voice that you could always pick out in a crowd.

You smiled the best you could without feeling more pain, and you weren’t entirely sure if the tears running down your cheeks were from pure love of his boy or the slightly stinging sensation from your sore sinus.

“What—Eddie.” You croaked out, “what’s all this?!”

He scoffed, “It’s Christmas Eve. Like I was going to let you miss it.”

He leaned over all the items in his arms to kiss you on the forehead, you nudged him away, “But I’ll make you sick!”

“I don’t care. Gimme your germs.”

The toy of you laughed, hugged and sneezed for the rest of the night. And although you hated to admit it, perhaps being on the receiving end of your Christmas Eve celebrations was nice for once.

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