#but it felt so wrong to not hear the little jingle

[purpurussy]

for the longest time i just assumed that the "transformation of the day" jingle was actually in the sims 4. i didn't realize that it was something they decided to edit in themselves until i got the DLC with the scientist career, and discovered (to my disappointment) that it doesn't actually play that sound when you use the sim ray in the game

now i'm slightly entranced by the fact that they felt the need to not only add the sound effect every single time they use the sim ray, but to consistently do it even after the hiatus. i love their brains like why did they do that

[narcissistshandler]

request:

reader jokingly puts a bell on miguel o’hara since he approaches so quietly he tends to startle you and the other spiders. he tolerates it because the humor improves work morale

little did he know that the bell will be jingling all night as you fuck him mercilessly

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom! miguel, public blowjob, anal sex, saliva used as a lubricant, consensual suffocation, breath play, implied reader being a spider. minors dni.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 my archive of editable images of miguel is over, accept this random edit then. I used a lot of words that I don't know very well, so please let me know if I've used something wrong

It was hard to hear anything but the unbearable jingling of the silver bell reverberating through his sensitive hearing; the little ball of iron inside the round shape swayed with fairy clinks where it was attached to the leather strap that tightened around his neck. A joke, had been how Miguel interpreted the unusual gift you said laughing that it was to know when he approached. A lame joke, but still, he let you close the noisy choker around his neck and accepted the kiss you pressed against his lips pursed in annoyance.

During the day, when the spiders shared laughter and a fun that Miguel didn't understand at the gift you gave him, Miguel hadn't paid attention to how the choker tightened his neck, how it accompanied the rise and fall of his throat ─ that he only noticed when you had him on his knees in a blind spot inside the Spider Society tower, and at the risk of being overheard by all nosy and curious spiders, pressed your cock deep into his tight throat until Miguel gasped and struggled for breath, bell rattling violently. The choker felt like your hands squeezing his neck.

After that, the ringing of the silver bell brought a faraway look that no one understood to his face, no one but you. He was remembering that moment, remembering your cock straining his mouth and the sounds you made each time his fangs grazed your cock, the danger of the act that was enough to make you both come, quickly. He found himself unable to get rid of the accessory.

And Miguel was aware of your eyes fixed on his neck as he spoke. Hypnotized. And he would be lying if he said he didn't know what was coming next.

The bell sounded like a drum as you smacked him against the front door of the apartment before Miguel could even close it. You demanded his attention, ravaging his mouth with symbolic violence and sweet urgency, tearing the civilian clothes Miguel wore until they were mere scraps of rags lying on the floor. All this so you could get your hands on his bare skin, map out the scars, the muscles firm and strong and his cock already eagerly hard for you.

You always seemed to want him so badly that it never ceased to amaze him.

You grabbed his bare thighs and lifted him into the air, pressing his back against the rickety door. As if he weighed nothing. Your strength would always surprise you, not because there wasn't someone stronger than Miguel or unable to take him down with pure physical strength, but because you never used your strength to hurt him, you treated him as something fragile and that should be taken care of.

And when the hurried stretching of his hole left him panting and clinging to you, silently begging for more through his grunts and moans and gasps, you kissed him and using only saliva to facilitate penetration, you slid your cock inside him.

The slide knocked the breath out of Miguel's lungs, the friction undiminished by the makeshift lubrication leaving him feeling every delicious inch of your cock opening in his flesh, demanding space.

Lips against his, even though you weren't kissing anymore and the hand that wasn't holding him high, closing around his neck just inches away from the choker, you started fucking him hard against the door. The bell reverberated with a loud bang, swaying along with your movements in and out of his ass and that was all Miguel could concentrate on: the stretching, the burning still there, the sound of the damn bell.

Miguel's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and he searched for air, desperately gasped for oxygen ─ and you didn't have to look at his face to know it, the divine image of open mouth and spittle running down his chin; you could feel his throat rippling under your grip, heartbeat fluttering beneath your fingers. The leather strap there, close to your hand, seemed to become tighter, reflecting the pressure imposed by your fingers.

Miguel was shaking now, talons drawing blood from your shoulders, legs gripping around your waist, unable to move, unable to get away from the deep thrusts he could feel in his stomach or the bell that deafened his senses. He couldn't breathe.

White filled his vision and Miguel gasped as the oxygen suddenly handed back to him, the thud of his head hitting the door a distant sound. Maybe he came, maybe he passed out for a few seconds in your arms, but it didn't matter, he knew you were far from done with him.

[dilfl0v3rss]

hiii, I love your work, just wanted to ask if you would do the “shes busy bro” text thing with the baldies

i’m so slow bc this is not what you meant but i made the texts too don’t worry😭

she’s busy

𝑜𝑛𝑦

it wasn’t your fault that the waiter was flirting with you while ony was using the bathroom, but he still took it very personal. you knew how he felt about that “friendly” attitude you seemed to have towards people. and even though the waiter had no business trying to get your number while he was in the bathroom, you had no business giggling and smiling in his face like you were going to give it to him. you were both wrong, but since ony can’t deal with the waiter tonight, he will deal with you.

“ma stop wit the runnin. you not goin nowhere.” ony groaned, yanking your hips back to him as you tried to crawl away from his relentless backshots. “i-i didn’t even d-do nun” he chuckled at your weak defense, thrusting back into you at full speed to shut you up. “and ian doing nun right now either. you lucky ion got yo ass cuffed up. daddy bein nice” ony jingled the cuffs in his hand before putting them down and continuing his brutal thrusts, your stomach brushing the sheets as he held your back down with one hand. you decided to just shut up, because little did he know you gave the waiter your number. to you, ony was just overreacting. he seemed like a genuinely nice guy to you so you gave it to him hoping the two of you could become good friends.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched the both of your attention. ‘please don’t be him please don’t be him please don’t be him’ you repeatedly thought as ony picked up your phone. of course the guy had one of those automatic contacts with the picture so ony immediately knew it was him. “oh so this what we doin now?” he mumbled, dick still fully hard inside you as he showed you the screen. “i-it’s not what it looked like baby. i wanna be his f-friend”

ony scoffed as he answered the phone, smirking as an idea popped up in his head. the next thing you knew he was starting his quick pace up again, pounding you into the sheets as he spoke normally through the receiver. “yo?….you looking for my girl?……nah nah nah it’s all good. she right here” he put the phone towards your mouth before thrusting into you even harder, making sure to get each one of your pitiful moans through to him. “d-daddy pleaseeee m’gonna….fuckk m’gonna cummm!” you screamed as you felt his dick kissing your cervix. he brought the phone back to his ear, hearing nothing but the man’s breathing on the other line. “she busy right now…..move your fucking hand ma m’not playin wit you….delete this number or your next shift at that lil restaurant gon be your last” and with that he hung up the phone. you already know you were gonna get it as soon as you heard the sound of metal clanking. the fur of the cuffs brushing against your ass while ony spoke.

“gimme your hands mama”

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

“you can do it mami. just give me one more and you can get a break ‘kay?” connie said before dipping his tongue back inside your awaiting pussy. you came home from work with tears in your eyes as you explained to connie the rude words your coworker uttered to you. sentences like “what are you, stupid?” and “jesus you can do anything right” thrown your way all day as your frustrated colleague used you as a punching bag.

in order to help fix your sad face, connie decided to change it into one of pleasure. sitting in between your thighs for hours as he gave you words of encouragement and reassurance to help uplift your spirits. “you not dumb mi vida. smartest girl i know so don’t even trip over that . papi gon fix it” connie’s mouth worked wonders on you, kissing, licking, and sucking orgasm after orgasm to keep you from thinking about the harsh words said to you.

the vibration of your phone took connie’s attention. the contact name “charles (coworker)” was calling you. connie brought the phone to your face, giving you time to read the name as he continued pleasuring you with his fingers. “this him?” all it took was a singular nod from you before connie had the phone answered and at his ear. he could hear the man trying to apologize almost instantly. “listen y/n. m’really sorry about how i was actin today. i was just frustrated and you were the closest person to me. please let me make it up t’you with dinner or something”

connie looked up at you, pretty eyes all glossy and low as you tried not to scream from how heavenly connie’s fingers fucked you. he mouthed a “you wanna talk to em?” smiling as you quickly shook your head no. “didn’t think so” he said before putting the phone to his ear. “this her man. she s little preoccupied at the moment” connie quickly flicked his tongue on your clit, digging quicker and deeper into you with his fingers to draw out a loud moan. “auughhh ohh my goddd” your back arched off the bed as you felt your release coming close. connie continued to finger you while he moved his mouth from your clit to speak. “uhh she most definitely will not be having dinner wit your punk ass tho so you can dead that shit. m’not gon fuck you up cause she told me how much you need every check from that lil job, but if she come here crying again cause of you ima break your jaw”

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

“fuck keep suckin it jus like that mama” aran groaned as you were hard at work on his living room floor. knees burning from being in the same position for so long as you sucked the life out of aran’s dick while he sat on the couch. were you supposed to be here? fuck no, but there was no way you were turning down going to see the d1 athlete just so you can be home arguing with your bum ass ex boyfriend.

aran has been trying to get at you for awhile, and you would’ve been with him too if your ex would just hurry up and move out. he’s been purposely dragging his feet when it came to getting his shit out of your house, always lingering on the couch when you have company over to keep you from moving on. you don’t want to put aran through that so the two of you just settled for this. coming over to his place and getting the best dick if your life every weekend.

you had both of your hands wrapped around his thick dick. stroking him with a tight grip as you sucked on his tip. your eyes trained on his beautiful physique as you watched his big pecs move up and down with each breath. “shit girl you gon make me trap you” he chuckled as he watched you slap the head of his dick all over your tongue, spit dripping all over him as the both of your brown eyes locked. “do it daddy” you sighed before taking his full length down your throat. “oh i will”. the sound of your ringtone went off into the air, the both of you ignoring it as you continued, but it didn’t stop there. whoever was calling must’ve been dying or something because after the call came a bunch of notifications, then it rang again.

“man who the fuck-” aran mumble, his annoyed face quickly becoming one of mischief as he read the name on your phone. “s’randy” he said with a smirk. you rolled your eyes as you released his dick with a pop. “gimme i’ll just turn it off” you went to reach for the phone, but aran pulled it out of your reach, a petty smirk on his face as he answered the call and put the phone to his ear. before you could protest, his big hand found the back of your head, pushing you back down on his dick for you to continue.

“wassup randy. how you been nigga?” you rolled your eyes as you continued to let aran guide your head up and down. your tongue running along the underside of his dick while he continued to talk to your ex. “who is this? tell y/n it’s time to come home. m’hungry and i need her to cook something” randy mumbled, probably sitting on the couch surrounded by bear bottles and filth. “she busy. eating right now as we speak. how it taste mama?” aran said before pushing your head all the way down, his dick hitting the back of your throat as you gagged loudly into the receiver. aran brought the phone back to his ear with a smirk before letting go of your head. it was time for payback so you wrapped both of your hands around him again, quickly stroking him before roughly sucking his sensitive tip. “ooouu shit man we gotta go”

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

“ohhh my godddd i’m about to give you a baby” tanaka groaned as he watched your skillfully bounce on his dick. large inked hands gripping your hips as the two of you moaned in unison. “want you t’nut in me daddy. cum in this pussy” tanaka’s eyes rolled at your words, the thought of him filling you up bringing him closer to his climax. he was the best bff you could ever ask for.

you’ve been having some issues with a guy you were talking to. he couldn’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that you are a bad bitch and could easily replace him if he didn’t act right. so that’s exactly what you did. you “replaced” him with tanaka. posting him and going on little “dates” with your best friend to get his attention. the two of you never expected to actually fall for each other. letting your true feelings take over as you plopped yourself repeatedly on his dick. you had forgotten all about your ex.

you knew he’d come crawling back one of these days, and you couldn’t wait to break the new to him that you were intact in love with another man. *ring ring* ‘just on time’ you thought as you snatched up your phone on the first ring, picking it up as you began to bounce harder on the man below you. “s-shittt who it that?” tanaka grumbled, but you ignored him. listening to the man on the other line beg for forgiveness. “listen baby i didn’t know it would be like this. i was stupid to think i didn’t need you. you were the best thing that every happened to me please give me another chance.”

a giggled escaped from your mouth before you put the phone to tanaka’s ear. “it’s my ex” you said before letting tanaka listen to the pitiful man beg. a smile planted on his face before he quickly brought your face down to his by your neck, thrusting up into you quickly. you tried to swallow your moans but he was just fucking you too good. “fuck daddy s-slow downnnn” you moaned, eyes rolling back as tanaka held the phone between your faces on speaker.

“stop bitchin, she can’t even talk right now. too busy getting fucked by her new man”

[03jyh23]

✋🏻⌇touch part one┆choi san

│part of goes to waste the series based on my favourite keshi songs

│listen here

non-idol!san x fem!reader

│synopsis: you and san had always been the best of friends, but a single kiss changed everything.

│genre: friends to lovers, smut with a plot

│trigger warnings: strong language, emotional manipulation, infidelity (not between san and the reader), alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content (consensual and unprotected sex, thick san, handjob, mentions of cum, sofa sex)

│words: 6.3 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! another part of goes to waste is here! i hope you guys will like it! touch is not as heavy as the previous parts of this series, so i decided to post it now, feeling that perhaps you guys need a break from the heavy angst. as always i hope you guys will enjoy reading!

love, monika ♡

│taglist: @skittyneos │@kyeos4ng │ @vcutparis │@hoeforalbedo

As soon as your San picked up his phone, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, even though your heart was heavy. "Can you come pick me up from Juyeon's?" you asked, your voice coming out weakly as you wiped your nose. It had been a rough night, and the sound of San's breathing on the other end of the line provided a small comfort. 

"What happened this time?" San asked, his tone a mix of concern and weariness. It wasn't the first time you'd called him crying, and you could sense the worry in his voice. You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain the mess you found yourself in, yet again. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you began to speak, your voice trembling. "It's just... everything's a mess, San. I can't do this anymore. I need to get out of here." 

You could hear him sigh on the other end, the sound of keys jingling as he likely grabbed them to head out the door. "Hang tight, Y/N. I'll be there soon," he reassured you, his voice steady and comforting. You nodded, even though he couldn't see you, feeling a small glimmer of hope knowing that San was on his way. You wiped away another tear, grateful that at least one person in your life could be counted on to be there when you needed them the most. 

You were waiting for San at the park in front of your boyfriend's house. The evening was cold and windy, and you were only wearing a short dress. The thin fabric did little to protect you from the biting chill, and you hugged yourself tightly, trying to preserve what little warmth you had. Minutes felt like hours as you anxiously glanced around, hoping to see San's car. Each gust of wind seemed to penetrate deeper, making you shiver uncontrollably. Fifteen minutes, which felt like forever, passed before you finally saw the familiar headlights of San's car pulling up to the curb. Relief washed over you as you quickly made your way to the passenger seat, slipping inside with a sigh. 

San smiled weakly at you; his brows furrowed in worry. He immediately noticed your discomfort and reached into the back seat, pulling out one of his big hoodies and a pair of sneakers. "Here you go," he said softly, handing them to you. 

You looked at him, surprised. "Shoes?" 

"Y/N, I knew you were wearing those damn heels again, and I wasn't wrong," he replied, his tone a mix of concern and gentle admonishment. "Your feet must be tired, so just put the socks on, shoes on, and don't yammer." 

His words were firm but caring, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. You took the hoodie and sneakers, slipping the warm, oversized garment over your head. It smelled like San—comforting and familiar. As you put on the socks and sneakers, you felt a warmth spreading from your feet, a stark contrast to the cold you had been enduring. 

San watched you closely, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and relief. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much his simple act of kindness meant to you. Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude. "Thank you, San," you whispered, your voice trembling. 

"McDonald’s?" San asked while gently massaging your thighs, trying to warm you up a bit. The warmth of his hands was comforting, and it helped to ease the tension that had been building up inside you all evening. 

You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips at the thought. "Yeah, that sounds good," you replied, your voice soft but grateful. "I could use something to eat." 

"Alright, let's get you something to eat and then we can talk about everything, okay?" he said, and you nodded softly, your head resting over the cold window. San started the car, the engine's hum providing a comforting background noise as he drove toward the nearest McDonald's. 

As you sat there, wrapped in his hoodie, and feeling the warmth from the car's heater, you could not help but feel a sense of gratitude for San. The night had been rough but knowing that he was by your side made it a little easier to bear. 

When you arrived at McDonald's, San ordered your favorite meal deal without even needing to ask. He knew you so well, and that simple gesture brought a tear to your eye. As you sat in the car, eating, you felt a sense of normalcy return, even if just for a little while. 

"Thanks," you said again, your voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

San smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand gently. "You'll never have to find out," he replied softly. "I'm always here for you, no matter what." 

You watched the road, finding comfort in the passing city lights and watching the clouds on the horizon. The rhythmic motion of the car and the changing scenery outside the window provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. The radio was playing softly in the background, filling the car with a gentle melody. San was humming along to one of the songs, his voice low and melodic. It was a sound that felt like home, wrapping around you. As the car sped along the street, you glanced over at your best friend. His hands were steady on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The soft glow of the dashboard lights cast a gentle light on his face, highlighting his strong jawline and the curve of his lips. 

"Yours or mine?" San asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, as he got closer to the crossroad, his eyes briefly flicking from the road to meet yours. You didn’t even hesitate. The thought of going back to your place felt daunting, when going to San's place meant warmth and familiarity. 

"Yours," you replied after a brief pause, "And let's grab a bottle of wine on our way?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips. 

San chuckled softly, nodding. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, his voice warm and reassuring. 

A few minutes went by till San finally parked in front of his apartment complex. He turned off the engine, left the car and quickly jogged to open your door for you. As he reached for the handle, you could see the concern etched on his face. He offered his hand, helping you hop off his car with a gentle smile. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the chilly night. You smiled at him and nodded your head, grateful for his presence and the comfort he provided. 

In comforting silence, you both made your way to the off license nearby. San led the way through the narrow alleys, his eyes scanning the shelves before settling on a bottle of wine. He picked it up and turned to you with a questioning look, and you nodded in approval. 

"Make it two?" you suggested shyly 

San's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by your request. "Was it that bad?" he asked, concern lacing his words as he reached for another bottle. 

You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of the night's events pressing down on you. "You don't want to know," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion and a hint of sadness. San paused for a moment, studying your face. The seriousness in your eyes made him reach out for a third bottle without hesitation. The sight of him grabbing the extra bottle brought a small, grateful chuckle to your lips. 

"Three bottles it is," he said, trying to lighten the mood. His attempt at humor was a small gesture, but it made you feel a little better, knowing that he was willing to go the extra mile to make you feel comfortable. San paid for the wine, and as you both left the store, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for him. With the bottles of wine in tow, you headed back to his apartment. 

San let you inside, his apartment instantly enveloping you in its warmth. "You can shower first," he suggested softly, putting the wine bottles in the fridge, "I'll leave you some clothes on the bed. How does that sound?" 

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "That sounds perfect," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. San's caring nature was exactly what you needed at that moment. 

"After the last time you stayed, I decided to get a few things for you," San began, his voice soft and caring. He went to his bedroom gesturing for you to follow him, you leaned against the door frame to watch him as he rummaged through his wardrobe. "I bought a toothbrush for you and some fancy shower gel that I thought you might like. I also picked up a few types of shampoo and conditioners since I wasn't sure which one you prefer." He paused for a moment, turning to look at you with a gentle smile. "If you need tampons, they're in the cabinet under the sink," he added, his tone thoughtful. "But I think you don't need them yet?" You nodded as you laughed softly at the way San looked at you knowingly, one of his eyebrows furrowed playfully. As he continued to search for a towel, his hands moved deftly through the organized shelves. San's attention to detail and his thoughtful gestures made you feel incredibly cared for. It was clear that he had gone out of his way to make you feel comfortable and at home. After a few moments, he finally found a soft, fluffy towel and handed it to you with a reassuring smile. "Here you go," he said, his voice warm and comforting. "Take your time in the shower. I'll be here if you need anything." You looked into his eyes and couldn't help but start crying. The way he cared for you, how softly he spoke to you—it was overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face as you realized just how much his kindness and understanding meant to you. At that moment, all the emotions you had been holding back came rushing to the surface. You felt a mixture of gratitude, relief, and sorrow. Gratitude for his unwavering support, relief that you didn't have to face everything alone, and sorrow for the situation that had brought you to this point.  

San's eyes softened as he noticed your tears, and he gently took you in his arms. His touch was warm and reassuring, anchoring you to the present. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice like a soothing balm. "Let it all out." His words gave you the permission you needed to release the pent-up emotions. You sobbed quietly, leaning into his comforting presence. San didn't rush you or try to stop your tears; he simply held your hand, offering silent support. 

As the minutes passed, your sobs began to subside, replaced by a sense of catharsis. You looked up at San, your eyes red and puffy, but filled with gratitude. "Thank you," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

San smiled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, he tugged your hair behind your ear "I'm always here for you, no matter what." With a final, comforting squeeze, San released you and nodded towards the bathroom. "Go take that shower," he said gently. "I'll be here when you're done." You nodded, taking the towel and heading towards the bathroom, feeling a little lighter after you let your emotions out. "I will leave some clothes for you on my bed, so you don't have to worry about anything else." 

As you closed the bathroom door behind you, you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the night slowly begin to lift. You took a long, hot shower, letting the warm water wash away the grime and stress of the day. After what felt like an eternity, you finally stepped out, wrapping yourself in the soft towel San had given you. You made your way to the bedroom, feeling a sense of calm. On the bed, you found one of San's hoodies, just as he had promised, and a pair of boxers. You picked them up in confusion, "Sannie, the boxers?" you shouted in the direction of the living room, where San was preparing his sofa with blankets and cushions. 

"New ones! I swear I never put them on!" San shouted back, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. You couldn't help but smile at his response, feeling a sense of normalcy returning. With a sigh of relief, you put on what San prepared. Wrapping the hoodie tighter around you, you made your way to the living room, where San was waiting with a comforting smile and a spread of snacks, ready to offer you whatever you needed. He offered you a glass of wine, gesturing for you to sit down on the sofa beside him. The warmth of the room and the soft glow of the lights created a cozy atmosphere. 

"Do you want to talk? Or are we just drinking wine?" San asked softly as you sat down next to you on the sofa. You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. Without saying a word, you hugged his arm tightly, needing to feel him closer. San understood your need for comfort and didn't press for an answer. Instead, he gently rested his head against yours, as you both sipped your wine in the comforting silence. 

"So, I was waiting for Juyeon in front of the restaurant, and he didn't show up for an hour. I stood there, feeling more and more frustrated. He didn’t pick up his phone, didn’t answer the texts I sent." You paused, taking a sip of your wine to steady your emotions. San nodded; his eyes filled with concern as he listened intently. "I decided to walk to his place, as I didn't want to spend money on Uber. It was a long walk, but a girl got to save up money." You let out a small, bitter laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. San's grip on his wine glass tightened, and you could see the anger building in his eyes on your behalf. "When I finally got there, his roommate opened the door and told me he had gone out with the boys earlier this afternoon and he wasn't back yet." Your voice cracked slightly, and you took another sip of wine to mask the hurt. San's jaw clenched, and you could feel how his muscles tightened. You took a deep breath as you tightened your grip on your wine glass. "I couldn't believe it. He had completely forgotten about our plans and didn't even bother to let me know. I felt so humiliated and angry." You took another sip of wine, your anger now mixed with a deep sense of hurt. "I waited outside his apartament, hoping he would be back but after another hour of waiting I finally gave up and called you. I didn't know what else to do. I just needed to get away from there." 

"Son of a bitch," San seethed, his voice dripping with anger as he downed his glass in one swift motion. He refilled it at once, the sound of the wine pouring into the glass punctuating the tense silence. His jaw was clenched tightly, and you could see the muscles in his neck tense as he tried to hold his frustration. "I can't believe he would treat you like this. You deserve so much better, Y/N." San's eyes met yours, filled with a fierce determination. "I swear, if I ever see him..." He took another long sip of his wine, his anger still clear but tempered by his concern for you. "You don't have to put up with this. Not now, not ever." San looked at you with a mixture of anger and tenderness. "You deserve all the best, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You deserve someone who will never forget about you, someone who will always be there for you. You deserve to be loved fully and completely, without any doubts or second thoughts. You deserve someone who sees you for the incredible person you are and cherishes every moment with you." 

San’s words hit you deeply, resonating with the part of you that had been yearning for this kind of affirmation. You felt a surge of emotions, a mix of gratitude, relief, and something deeper that you hadn't fully acknowledged until now. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface. But it quickly deepened as you both poured all your emotions into it, the unspoken words, the shared history, and the undeniable connection. San's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. His touch was tender, and it made your heart ache with a mix of longing and hope. 

When you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Instead, you found a reflection of your own emotions—intense, raw, and real. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "It's wrong..." 

San rested his forehead against yours. "But it feels so right," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I've always been here for you, Y/N, and I always will be." His words made your heart flutter, and you knew in that moment that something had shifted between you two. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words and the comfort of his presence. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away—the hurt, the betrayal, the uncertainty. All that mattered was the connection you felt with San. He cupped your cheeks, pulling you in closer and kissing you deeply. You melted into him, losing yourself in the warmth and intensity of the moment. His tongue explored your mouth, each movement sending shivers down your spine. The kiss became increasingly passionate, messy, and urgent, as if all the emotions you had been holding back were finally being released. You felt a desperate need for him, a longing that grew stronger with each passing second. His hands roamed down to your waist, pulling you even closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. San's touch was electrifying, the intensity of the kiss left you breathless, but you didn't want it to end. San's hands moved to your waist, lifting you effortlessly and guiding you onto his lap. As your hands tangled in his hair, you both knew that this was a turning point. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. 

"I know," San replied, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race and your mind whirl with a thousand unspoken words and unexpressed fears. 

You pressed your forehead against his, your breaths mingling, creating a shared rhythm of panting. "This is crazy," you whispered, your voice trembling with the gravity of the moment. "But I can't stop." 

San's eyes bore into yours, filled with the same mix of emotions that swirled within you—fear, desire, confusion, and an undeniable pull toward each other. "Maybe we don't need to," he replied, his voice low and husky. "As long as you want this?" San asked, his voice filled with a mixture of hope, vulnerability, and an almost desperate yearning for affirmation. 

"I do," you whispered, your voice steady, "I want this. I want you, San." 

Without another word, San captured your lips once more, the kiss deepening with each passing second. San's lips moved from your mouth to your neck, trailing a path of soft kisses and gentle nips that sent shivers down your spine. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you even closer as if he couldn't bear to have any space between you. San's hands found the hem of your hoodie, and he slowly began to lift it, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending electric tingles through your body. You raised your arms to help him, and he quickly discarded the hoodie, leaving you bare for him to see. He took in sight of you, and he leaned into place a tender kiss on your collarbone. 

You reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. He helped you pull it over his head, revealing his toned chest and stomach muscles. You ran your hands over them, feeling the heat and strength beneath your fingertips. You leaned in to press a kiss to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. "I can't believe you hid all of this behind these useless clothes," you said, your hands roaming over his muscles. "You're so fucking hot." 

San's breath hitched at your words, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I was waiting for the right moment to show you." His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. 

You felt a surge of excitement at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, "Well, I'm glad you finally did," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Because you look fucking incredible." You couldn't get enough of him, the feel of his body against yours, the taste of his lips, the heat of his touch. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you never wanted it to end. You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers trembling with anticipation. San's hands covered yours, helping you undo the button and zipper, and he quickly kicked off his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. The sight of him so vulnerable and exposed filled you with a sense of awe and desire. 

San's hands slid down your sides, finding the waistband of his boxers that you’ve been wearing, and he gently tugged them down. You reached out to him, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and concern. "We don't have to do anything you don’t want to." 

"Boxers off, San," you whisper into his ear, your voice trembling. San's breath hitched at your words; his eyes full of lust as he looked deeply into yours. He reaches down, his hands brushing against your skin as he slowly slides his boxers off, revealing himself to you completely. San was big and thick, and so fucking pretty. His cock stood proudly, the veins running along its length making it look even more mouth-watering. He was for sure the thickest you've ever seen, the head flushed a deep, enticing shade of red, glistening with precum. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight, your own arousal intensifying. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your hands wandering over his chest and down to his length. San let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around him, the sound sending a thrill through your body. You began to stroke him slowly, he arched his back, his breath quivering, as your touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. You could feel him getting harder in your palm, his eyes fluttered shut. Your hand moved with a steady rhythm, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from him. San's hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his knuckles turning white as he tried to steady himself. His breathing grew heavier, each exhalation laden with raw desire. He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice strained, "You have no idea what you do to me." You felt a surge of confidence at his words, leaning in closer, you pressed a series of soft kisses along his jawline, trailing down to his neck. As you continued to stroke him, you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your touch, his body responding to every movement. 

"I want to make you feel good," you murmured against his skin, your breath hot and teasing. San's response was a low whimper, his hands moving to your hips. The intensity between you was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. 

As your hand continued its steady rhythm, San's breathing grew more ragged, "Y/N," he moaned, his voice thick with need, "I need you." The raw honesty in his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew that this was a moment you would never forget. 

You looked into his eyes, your own filled with the same need and longing. "Then take me," you whispered, your voice steady and sure. San's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and desire, and without another word, he pulled you into a searing kiss, his hands moving with a newfound urgency. You put your hand gently around his base. Then, you lifted yourself from him and guided his length into you, taking him inch by inch slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as you felt him fill you completely. Your breaths mingled in the quiet room, San's hands gripped your hips, steadying you. As you took him deeper, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, was intense. San's eyes never left yours, he held you close, his hands moving gently over your skin, soothing and igniting you all at once. You moved slowly at first, savoring each moment, each sensation. The way he fit perfectly inside you, the way your bodies seemed to meld together, felt like the culmination of something long-awaited and deeply needed. San's hands wandered up your back, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched. You began to move more confidently, finding a rhythm that made both of you gasp in pleasure. In no time, San's hips began to meet yours, thrusting into you. It was quick, his thrusts relentless and brutal as he fucked into you. San's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove deeper and harder into you. 

"Sa-San, fuc-" Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as San's thrusts became more intense. The pleasure was overwhelming, you clung to him tightly, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body responded to his every touch. San's arm held you tight as he, in one swift motion, laid you down on the couch. He was towering above you now, the new angle of his dick hitting deep inside you made your eyes roll back. You could feel every inch of him, the intensity of the sensation making you clench around his length. Your hands found their way to his back, fingers digging into his skin. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his movements. The rhythm of his thrusts grew more urgent, each one hitting deeper, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, needing to feel every part of him. 

"San," you gasped, your voice trembling with need, "Ngh-n-not enough…" San shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you, his movements becoming even more intense. The sensation was overwhelming, and you cried out in pleasure, your body arching beneath him. He reached down between you to rub at your clit, the bundle of nerves growing more sensitive. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through your body, intensifying with each movement. San's thrusts grew more urgent, each one hitting deeper, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. 

"San, I—I'm close," you gasped, your muscles tightened, and a wave of pure pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name as you came, your body trembling beneath him. As you rode out your climax, San's movements became even more frantic. His thrusts grew erratic, and you could feel him throbbing, on the edge of his own release. 

"N-need to cum...," San whimpered, his breath ragged. "Whe-where?" 

Your breath hitched, your mind racing despite the haze of pleasure. "Inside," you moaned, your voice trembling from overstimulation. San's eyes widened in surprise, but the raw desire in them only intensified. With a final, guttural moan, San buried himself deep inside you, bottoming out, his body tensing. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, both of you trembling in the aftermath. San gently pulled out his softening length out of you, and he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the intensity of the moment lingering between you. Your hand found its way to his hair, brushing through sweaty strands gently as you both were catching your breath. You started to giggle, and San looked up at you, surprised. 

"What's so funny?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

You shook your head, trying to stifle your laughter. "Nothing, it's just... Can you believe we just had sex?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and joy. 

San chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yeah, it's pretty unbelievable," he admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "But you felt good, right?" 

You nodded, a contented smile spreading across your face. "More than good. It felt perfect," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. 

San's eyes sparkled with happiness as he leaned in to kiss you gently. "I'm glad," he murmured against your lips. "We should get cleaned up and rest." 

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. "Yeah, let's do that," you agreed, wrapping your arms around him for one last embrace before getting up. As you both headed to the bathroom, your fingers intertwined, you couldn't help but smile. 

You were woken up by your phone buzzing on the night table, San's arm loosely wrapped around your waist. The soft light of the day filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You glanced at the phone, squinting at the bright screen, and saw multiple notifications flashing; messages, and missed calls, all from Juyeon. 

"Shit," you cursed under your breath as you managed to extricate yourself from San's hold. Carefully untangling yourself from his embrace, you sat up on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb him. Your heart sank as the reality of the situation began to set in. In the soft morning light, you glanced back at San, who was still peacefully asleep, his face calm and content. The contrast between the warmth of his presence and the turmoil you felt inside was stark. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and quietly made your way to the bathroom, as you splashed water on your face, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—confusion, guilt, but also a strange sense of clarity. You wiped your face with a towel and noticed that Juyeon was calling once again. You picked up, your heart pounding in your chest. "Hello?" you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Y/N, where are you?" Juyeon's voice was harsh, filled with anger. "I've been trying to reach you all night!" 

"Juyeon, I..." you began, your voice trembling. "I waited for you for hours. You didn't show up, and you didn't even bother to call or text." You felt a mix of anger and sadness welling up inside you. "I stood there, feeling humiliated. And then I walked all the way to your place, only to find out you were out with your friends." 

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Juyeon's voice came through, slightly softer this time, "You know how things get with the guys sometimes. Are you really going to be a bitch about it?" 

Your blood boiled at his dismissive tone. "A bitch about it?" you retorted, your voice rising with anger. "I deserved better than being stood up and ignored!" 

"It's your fault for not reminding me about the date! I would have shown up if you had reminded me!" Juyeon exclaimed, his voice defensive and accusatory. 

"Are you serious, Juyeon? It's not my job to remind you of our plans. You should care enough to remember them yourself." Your voice shook with a mix of anger and hurt. 

"Y/N, come on. You know how things get sometimes. I just lost track of time," he replied, his tone softer but still dismissive. "I'm going to come pick you up now, okay?" he continued, his voice trying to sound soothing but not masking the underlying tension. "I'll buy you breakfast, and we can order your favourite coffee. How does that sound? I'll make it up to you, princess." 

"Fine, come pick me up from San’s" you replied, your voice steady but resigned. As you hung up the phone, you felt a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach. You headed back to the bedroom; you sat down on the bed and San stirred slightly as you gently shook him awake.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice groggy but warm. 

You forced a smile, your heart heavy with the weight of what you had to say. "Juyeon is coming to pick me up," you said softly, your voice tinged with regret. San's expression shifted, concern replacing the warmth in his eyes. 

"What do you mean he's coming?" San furrowed his brows, his voice filled with confusion and concern. 

You sighed, "He called, and he's coming to pick me up," you explained, your voice tinged with regret. 

San's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed your words. "You're really going to see him after what he did?" he asked, his voice low and filled with barely held anger. 

You looked away, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "He's my boyfriend, San. I need to talk to him," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. 

San sat up, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you. "Your boyfriend?" he repeated, his tone dripping with bitterness. "After everything that happened, you're just going to go back to him? What about last night? What about us?" 

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "I... last night, I just needed to get my head off of things," you stammered, your words messy and filled with confusion. "I didn't know what I was doing, I just... I needed to escape, even if just for a moment." 

San's expression hardened, the disappointment in his eyes cutting deep. "So, I was just an escape for you?" he asked, his voice a mixture of hurt and anger. 

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "No, it's not like that. You mean so much to me." 

San clenched his fists, taking a deep breath as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "Then what's it like?" San scoffed, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "It's complicated. I care about you, I really do. But Juyeon... he's been a part of my life for so long. I can't just walk away." 

San's eyes softened slightly, but the tension in his posture remained. "And what about us? What about what we shared last night?" he asked, his voice quieter but still filled with emotion. 

You reached out to touch his hand, your fingers trembling. "Last night was real, San. Every moment of it." 

San closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I need to know where we stand, Y/N. Are you just going to forget about what happened between us?" 

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. "I could never forget. But I need to figure out my feelings, and I need to talk to Juyeon. Please understand." 

San looked down, the pain in his eyes clear. "I understand," he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. "Just... don't forget that I'm here for you, no matter what." 

You nodded, your heart aching. "Thank you. I promise I'll figure this out." 

You gathered your things, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. As you moved around the room, San watched you silently, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. You could feel his gaze on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet it. When you were finally ready, you turned to him, your heart heavy with regret. 

"I'll be in touch," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

San nodded; his expression unreadable. You gave him a small, sad smile before turning and walking out the door, the sound of it closing behind you echoing in the room. You made your way outside, the cool morning air greeted you, a stark contrast to the warmth you had left behind. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, and waited for Juyeon to arrive. 

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[flemingsfreckles]

I’ll Look After You

Synopsis: you and Jessie are still adjusting to life with a baby, Jessie notices that you’ve been struggling more and more recently, until you break.

Warnings: mentions of postpartum depression and anxiety, language

WC: 2.7k

A/N: hi, I haven’t posted in a while, just sort of been struggling, work has kicked my ass, and my motivation has just drained a bit but I’m trying to get back into it.

The first noise Jessie hears after the jingling of her keys in the sound of crying. It’s not an uncommon noise in your household, it’s an everyday, every couple of hours occurrence. But what she notices is the crying isn’t just that of your five month old daughter. She can also tell there’s the sound of an adult crying.

She quickly places the diapers and bag of baby clothes she had purchased on the counter and makes her way to your daughter's room.

She walks into the nursery to a scene that breaks her heart. You’re sitting in the rocking chair, your daughter resting in your lap. You’re both crying, your daughter wailing while you’re sniffling, shoulders shaking while you still try to console the baby in your lap. You looked exhausted.

“Oh my love.” Jessie says rushing to your side. “Let me take her.”

“No!” You snap at Jessie. “She won’t eat, but she’s hungry, that’s her hungry cry. She won’t latch, I can’t help her, but she needs to eat so she needs me.”

Jessie kneels in front of you. Her hands reach out to take your daughter. Already feeling panicked from the hours of crying you’ve sat through and the feeling of failure as a parent, you push Jessie’s hands away. You had been dealing with postpartum anxiety, you knew it and Jessie knew it.

It had started with just not letting your daughter out of your sight. She came with you everywhere, the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, she was always just a few steps away, in every moment you had your eyes on her. Even as she slept you watched her though the baby monitor, hardly ever getting rest yourself. That lasted a for the first few months and then it only became worse.

Then you started having nightmares of terrible things happening to her. That’s when you started not letting her out of your grasp. You no longer brought her out to Jessie’s games. You didn’t let family or friends hold her, everything was a threat to her. You held her constantly, feeling as if any place besides your arms was dangerous to her little life.

This even meant Jessie’s arms. You knew deep down Jessie was safe, she was even more cautious than you were with her, but your anxiety refused to let up when it came to your wife. Any time the baby awoke in the middle of the night, you were up too. Despite Jessie’s insisting you stay in bed, being the first one out of bed to get your daughter, as she’d get up, you’d follow her. You watched Jessie like a hawk when she held your daughter, terrified something would happen. It was all crazy, Jessie was the best partner and parent you could’ve ever imagined but your postpartum brain remained in panic at all times.

“What if she just never eats? She’ll starve, it’ll be all my fault. I just want to help her.” You managed to choke out between cried. Jessie could see the dark circles under you eyes, she knew you hadn’t slept that night and now it was early morning, the exhaustion beginning to take its toll.

“She’s not going to starve babe.” Jessie tried her best to console you. She didn’t know what to do, she felt helpless so many times seeing you stress and worry about your daughter, knowing she could only ease your mind so much.

“She might Jessie! She won’t latch! I can’t fucking feed her. I’m a terrible mom, I can’t even feed her.” You move through anger, yelling at Jessie and your fist hitting the armrest of the rocking chair, to feelings of sadness in an instant, tears falling again.

“You’re not a terrible mom.”

“I can’t protect her. She’s always crying, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I can’t keep her safe.”

“You can keep her safe, you do keep her safe. She cries because she’s a baby, she can’t talk to us, her crying is not an indication of you as a parent.” Jessie’s hands gently caress your shins, trying to help you relax. “Now, can I please hold her?” Jessie brings her arms out again. She knew she had to be patient with you but she also knew you had hit your breaking point. Your lack of sleep, your mood swings, your frustrations, all worried her.

She knew you had been up all night with her. It had taken the two of you a while to get her to fall asleep, and just a short hour later she was up screaming again. You changed her and put her back down, before returning to bed. She had started crying at midnight and you had gone into the nursery, telling Jessie you’d wake her for the next time she cried. Except you hadn’t. You never came back to bed after that wake up. Jessie had heard the crying on her own and made her way into the nursery at 2am. You had sent her back to bed saying you had it covered. Jessie listened, knowing it was smarter and safer to have one rested parent, she also wasn’t interested in making you upset.

Then when Jessie woke up again and noticed you were not next to her, she came to find you. At 4am she found you asleep on the floor next to the crib. She had placed a blanket over you and let you sleep while she made herself coffee. The baby had woken up again at 4:30 and you had been up with her since. Jessie had run to the store to get some necessities, hoping when she got back the two of you would be sleeping again. You had now been awake all night, with only a combined hour of sleep worth of naps to hold you over. Jessie knew she had to take your daughter away from you, you needed sleep. She wanted you safe and she wanted your daughter safe.

You just stare back at Jessie. This was your wife, you trusted her with every bit of yourself, your fears, your accomplishments, you trusted her with your body, with your heart, but for some reason you were terrified to hand her your daughter, the baby she had a hand in making, the baby that was half her, you couldn’t hand her over.

“Babe.” Jessie’s tone was no longer asking politely. “For her safety and more importantly, for your safety, I need you to let me hold her for a bit, you need a break.” Her arms extend once again. She had realized this was getting out of hand, not only did she need to take your daughter in this moment, it was probably time to seek professional help. Jessie made a note to bring that up later with you.

“I don’t need a break, I don’t get a break, I'm her mom!”

“I’m her mom too!” Jessie getting more and more concerned about your own safety starts to snap at you.

Jessie was right, she was her mom too. You look down at your daughter, who is still whimpering. You look at her small face, her little nose, the way her eyes were scrunched and her mouth open crying. It had you tearing up again, seeing how upset she was with no relief thanks to you.

“I couldn’t help her, I changed her, she’s warm enough, she’s burped, I checked her over a hundred times, there's no scrapes or rashes, nothing should bother her. She just is hungry but won’t eat.” That’s when you start feeling your heartbeat in your chest, the whoosh of blood through your ears. You can feel your chest heaving as you try breathing in air.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jessie’s hands come off your shins and onto your face.

“You’re okay. She’s okay, look at her she’s okay. You’re both okay. I’m going to take her just for a moment, I’ll stay here by you so you can watch. But I’m just going to hold her for a bit.” Jessie drops her hands from your face and gently scoops up your daughter, bringing her to rest on her chest. Your daughter’s head rests on Jessie’s shoulder. Jessie stands up and bounces her lightly, hand running down your daughter’s back trying to soothe the crying.

Jessie extends her other hand out toward you. “Come here, let’s go lay in our bed.”

You look up at Jessie and nod, taking her hand before dropping it. “Two hands on her.” You say, already worrying somehow your daughter will slip from Jessie’s strong grip.

“Okay, two hands.” Jessie shoots you a smile before placing her other hand onto your daughter's back. She follows you out of the nursery across the house and into your bedroom. You watch Jessie as she carefully places her into the bassinet next to the bed.

“There’s nothing in there right? No toys, no blanket, no pillows? Did you check that there isn’t a spider or anything?” It was your paranoia coming back, but you had to ask.

“No babe, just her. There’s nothing that’s going to hurt her in there.” Jessie says looking between you and the bassinet. “She’ll be okay, I’m going to pick her up again in a moment. Let’s get you changed first.”

Jessie took another glance at the bassinet before coming over to where you stood at the end of the bed. She lets her hands rest on your shoulders. “Would you like a shower?” You shake your head, you did but you didn’t have the energy. “New clothes at least? Brush your teeth? Wash your face? What can I help with?”

“I dunno.” You feel on the verge of even more tears, you’d think by now you’d be completely dry. You feel your lip start to tremble again and you bite it trying to hold back the sob ready to fall out.

“Okay, sorry, I gave you too many options. Let’s just get you changed.” Jessie says her hand gently falling to your shirt. “Can I take this one off?” You nod and lift your arms, Jessie gently pulling the shirt over your head. You stand there shirtless as Jessie walks across the room to her own dresser, pulling out one of her old shirts that you frequently stole and would wear to bed. On your way back to where you stood your daughter lets out a cry. You watch as Jessie quickly moves to grab a clean pacifier, placing it into her mouth before coming back over to you.

“Arms up pretty girl.” You do as she asks and she pulls the shirt down over your head. Her hands drop to the shorts you have on. “These off?”

“Ehh she didn’t puke on them, they can stay.” You say. And Jessie’s hands move off of them.

“Okay, in bed.” Jessie walks over flipping back the cover to your side and waiting for you to get in. You climb in and she gently pulls up the covers before walking around to the other side of the bed. She picks up your daughter from the bassinet before she climbs into bed next to you. “Come here.” She pats her side and encourages you to curl into her.

You watch as she holds your daughter, you watch carefully, making sure your daughter's head is supported, her back is in a good position, you watch Jessie, who’s looking between you and your daughter.

“Close your eyes, I’ve got her, she’s okay, if she cries you’ll hear her and wake up.” You lay there for a moment, Jessie was right, she was right next to you, if she cried you’d hear. You’d be able to get up and help in a second's notice. You take one last look at Jessie and your daughter before closing your eyes.

You’re not sure how much time passes when you finally wake up to the sound of your wife talking to your daughter. “Here ya go. This’ll make you feel better.” You blink a few times and see Jessie with your daughter, a bottle in her hand being held up to her mouth.

Your eyebrows squint as you try to take in the image of your daughter eating from a bottle. That was different, it was rare that she ate from a bottle especially when you were home with her, you’d wake up and feed her, there was no need for her to feed from the bottle. It made you upset that Jessie hadn’t woken you, maybe she didn’t trust you to feed her since you had failed earlier. Maybe she thought you were a bad mother.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You feel Jessie jump, not having realized you were awake and being startled by your voice. “I don’t want her to have formula yet, we talked about it this.” You had been strong in your decision to feed her, Jessie knew that. Bottle feeding her was one thing, but you hadn’t pumped, there wasn’t milk for the bottle, Jessie had to be giving her formula. “You should’ve woken me up, I would’ve fed her.”

You move to sit up, starting to pull your shirt up and reaching for your daughter at the same time. Jessie’s hand gently releases the bottle for a moment before her hand comes down onto yours.

“You are feeding her. It’s not formula, it’s your milk from the freezer. You’re still feeding her.” Jessie says looking at you, her hand returning to hold the bottle to your daughter’s mouth.

“Oh.” You feel stupid, you had frozen milk. Frozen milk you had pumped and saved back when your daughter was first born. She didn’t yet eat enough to use it all, so you had saved it. As she grew she drank more and more and you stopped freezing it. You had completely forgotten. You had forgotten, Jessie hadn’t.

“Go back to sleep love, I’ve got her, well, actually you’ve got her, you’re the one feeding her, I’m just holding the bottle.” Jessie smiles down at you, bringing a hand to run her fingers through your hair. “Close your eyes.”

You feel a sudden rush of emotions again, feeling overwhelmed by the kindness of your wife, who you had been cold to since the anxiety started. “I’m sorry.” You can feel your chest tightening and your vision becomes blurry with tears.

“For what?” Jessie looks down questioning what you could possibly be apologizing for.

“Just everything, I’ve been so mean, and I just, I worry and I can’t let her go, if something happened to her, I don’t think I’d survive. I’m so scared for her, she’s helpless, and I’m her mom so that’s my job and I think sometimes I forget you’re her mom too, and I don’t want to burden you with the responsibility, and I just, I’m not being fair to you.”

“You’re also not being fair to yourself. You’re tired, you’re overwhelmed, I don’t like seeing you like this.

“I know I just can’t help it.” You blinked hard and the tears began to run down your cheeks, Jessie’s finger gently wiping them away.

“I know, it’s not your fault. We’ll talk about this later, just get some sleep honey.”

“Okay.” You sniffle, trying to slow down the crying. “I’m sorry, I love you, you’re a really good mom.”

“Shhhh.” Jessie lets her fingers run through your hair again, trying to soothe you back to sleep. She doesn’t need to hear you apologize for something that was beyond your control, she knew it was all hormones, your brain playing tricks on you. She knows she’s a good mom, she knows you’re a good mom, she doesn’t need your reassurance but it is nice to hear. “I love you. I’ll look after you and her. I’ve got you. Just close your eyes.”

You do, quickly falling asleep with the feeling of Jessie’s fingers in your hair and the sound of her whispering softly to your daughter about the first time you and she met, one of Jessie’s favorite stories to tell. The anxiety and stress wasn’t gone, but for once, with her by your side, it suddenly wasn’t all consuming.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Could you do a fic where the reader and Harry spend a whole week with Gemma and Anne at Anne’s house but they basically spend more time with you and Harry gets jealous but like fluff kind of jealous

sry if it doesn’t make much sense

It makes total sense! I absolutely think Harry would be a bit pouty in this situation! I straight up wrote this and then posted it. I'm not sure if this is exactly what you asked for, I changed it a little, and I made it a fun little blurb, but hopefully you like it nonetheless. 🩷

Harry hears the clicking of heels against the footpath, the jingle of keys, and the front door creak as it opens then shuts. The chatter and giggles sound from the entryway, each voice distinguishable as yours, Gemma's, and his mum's.

"Hello, darling!" His mum exclaims, walking up behind the sofa adjacent to where he sits, his feet resting on the coffee table, and his arms across his body, as he gives the illusion of being deeply engrossed in the show that plays on the television.

Don't get it wrong, he finds peace when he can simply relax in his mum's house and simply be himself. He looks forward to it, even craves it when his schedule is so busy. But this week has been different.

If he thought he fell in love with you quickly, his mum fell even faster. The moment she first met you, all that time ago, was as if two comparative souls had finally found each other. Add Gemma to the mix, and it felt as if you had always been a part of their family.

Visits with the other two women in his life have been sparse lately, especially with his chaotic schedule, and he had looked forward to nothing more than bringing you back to Holmes Chapel and just being with the people he loves most. However, for 5 days straight, no one has been with him. Okay, that's not entirely true, but at this point it may as well be. The three most important people in his life have spent that time practically glued to each other's hips. Shopping together, had manicures, went out for brunch, and all the while Harry has been sprawled out on the sofa, or the bed, with not much else to do.

He loves that the three of you always get on so well, but now he feels left out, and he can't seem to avoid the subtle pout that he can detect on the corners of his mouth.

"Harry?" Your voice sounds through, and he looks over to find you standing next to his mother, both of you adorning a similar inquisitive look between your brows. "Are you alright?"

He simply nods, returning his focus back to the show that he honestly can't even remember the name of. He had only turned it on to provide some sort of noise in the otherwise vacant house.

A figure appears, almost immediately, beside him, and without fully looking, he knows it's you. Your gorgeous shape, your intoxicating fragrance, your sweet giggle. Harry looks up to meet your gaze, one filled with disbelief, curiosity, and a hint of sass.

He watches as you put down your new shopping bags, secretly hoping you have spoiled yourself a bit, but knowing you most likely refrained. His eyes stay on yours, lowering as you kneel down in front of him, warmth emanating from your palms into his thighs.

"Why are you sulking?" You ask, a lightness to your tone that he knows you mean well.

"Did you have fun?" He mumbles, his eyes flickering over your new purchases.

"I did..." You reply, squinting at him, your stare digging right into him, appearing to search for the real answer to her previous question. "Are you upset that we went to the shops?"

"No." He unintentionally tightens his arms around himself, and notices your eyes widen with clarity.

"H..." You smirk, and he sees you try to hide it as you pull your lips inward.

"Alright. Yes. Well, sort of." He begins, stumbling through his words as he feels all of his thoughts amp up to burst through. "It's just... it feels like I haven't seen you in days. Feels like I haven't seen any of you in days. No one wants to hang out with me."

He knows he sounds childish, but at the same time, he feels like a child. His mum, sister, and basically his best friend are all ignoring him. Childish? Yes, but also valid.

"That's not tru-"

"Yes it is." He interrupts. "As soon as we got here, my mum has been talking your ear off... and you've been making all your plans with Gemma..."

"Oh-... oh my god. Are you jealous?" Your bottom lip pushes forward, and your body shakes, alerting Harry to the fact that you are holding back your laughter. The fact that you are so cute when you laugh, and also that you are trying to stay serious for him, draws out a smile of his own. He was never actually mad, and even if he was, he couldn't stay mad at you for very long.

"Maybe a little." He finally admits, wishing he had done it sooner with the way your compassionate eyes are making his heart beat faster.

"Wait... jealous of me? Or Anne and Gemma?"

"A bit of both, I suppose."

"Harry..." You begin to coo, seeming to nurture the childish way he's been feeling. You push yourself up from the floor and take the spot right beside him, lifting a hand to his cheek and persuading him to look at you. "Babe... I was just trying to give you some space. You've been so busy lately, I figured you'd want to relax."

You begin to pepper kisses on his lips, and a smile bursts out from within him.

"I know, love." He replies, his words as soft as your gaze on him. "I've had enough space though. No more space. I need more time with you."

He lifts his shoulder for you to nuzzle into, and you do just as expected, wrapping your arms around his waist in the most natural of a habit.

"Alright." You respond. "What do you want to do then?"

"Right now? This." He kisses the top of your head as both your bodies sink into the sofa cushions, him now fully relaxed with you by his side. "Just this."

[capndesdesdestiny]

It’s 3am and I must write

neighbor!graves breaks in again nd activates freaky mode w fem!reader (smut! gasp!)

It was almost midnight when you finished your nightly shower, slipping your baggy shirt and spandex shorts on to enjoy some YouTube time before bed. You got comfy and lied on your stomach, swinging your legs back and forth in the air as you scrolled through your phone for a good watch. But the second you found a promising true crime documentary, your attention was stolen by the sounds of shuffling outside your door. A set of keys jingle, which confirms your suspicions. It was Phil.

Earlier in the night, you had chosen to hide your spare key by taping it behind a poster on the wall, convinced that that was the best spot you’d picked yet. You let out a sigh of defeat as you hear the door fling open, you really thought you’d stumped him this time. This would make the 15th time Phil had found the key. You almost considered giving him a reward.

“I’ll give it to you this time- that was a good one, darlin’.” He stands by your doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he observes you, watching your legs swing as you relax in your bed.

You couldn’t be more stoked, it was practically a win in your book. “Of course, you got lucky this time, I swear..” You sigh quietly, looking up to meet his gaze.

He walked over to sit on the edge of your bed, right by your legs. He runs a finger over your calf and laughs quietly. “Lucky? Were my last fifteen finds lucky, too? One day I’m gonna cheat and pick that damn lock, sweetheart.”

Your leg shivered at his touch, and now that he was back there you had to look back over your shoulder to face him. “You’re a real criminal, neighbor.”

He chuckled, now sliding both hands over your calves and up to your milky thighs, his gaze lowering. He gives your thighs a small squeeze, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. “Aw, for a pretty little thing like you, I’d gladly do the time.”

You wanted to protest a little longer, but his rough hands on your skin felt so, so good. You rest your head on your pillow, looking back at him. “For a creepy shit neighbor like you, I’d gladly call the police.”

“Oh, I’d be scared, honey, but I have a feelin’ you’re just a little past doin’ that.” His fingers slip up under your spandex shorts, his thumbs rubbing into the soft skin of your ass. You bite your lip, letting him set the pace, almost challenging him to go further. Your face starts to flush, your hands finding their way around your pillow, pulling it in to hug your chest.

He pulls his hands away for a moment, and you grumble a little. “Don’t start something you can’t finish..” you whine, looking back at him with a pout.

He smacks your ass and grabs a handful in each hand, “Now, now, who said I wasn’t finishin’ it. Cut me some slack and be patient, hon.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and practically rips them off, tossing them off the bed. You yelp, suddenly feeling the air of the fan lightly sweeping over the exposed skin. Before you can respond, he shifts to his knees behind you, his rough thumb rubbing softly against your folds through your panties. You gasp into your pillow, the muscles in your thighs tightening at the feeling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, you wanted me to start..” He pulls your panties to the side, his thumb now slipping between your folds to rub deep little circles against you.

“I didn’t tell you to start I said-“ you’re quickly cut off by Philip’s free hand smacking your ass again. As you gasped again he was kneeling there smugly, watching you squirm as he teased you. His gaze roamed over the view of you from the back, and he felt his dick starting to ache from the sight. You closed your eyes and mumbled incoherently into the pillow, raising your hips to feel more of his touch.

“There you go, baby, let me take care of it.” He slipped his pointer and middle fingers between your folds as you lifted your hips for him, the fingers moving down through the slick to rub gently against your clit. He watches you with that scheming blue gaze. You whimper and whine into the pillow, occasionally turning back to look at his face. The teary, hungry look in your eyes was driving him crazy. He’d love to play with your wet slit some more, but he couldn’t wait a minute more, he was real selfish.

He straightened his back, one hand helping you lift your hips higher and the other shoving his sweats down to pull his cock out from his boxer briefs. He watched with eager eyes as you turned back to look at him with that needy, low gaze, feeling himself harden up further in his hand, as if he wasn’t already painfully stiff.

You were far done with playing coy, maintaining eye contact as you shake your hips teasingly, honey dribbling down your pussy and onto the sheets. His gaze darkens as he watches your back arch, palming himself a few moments before pressing his tip to sink between your folds, coating it in the fluids sticking to your soft skin.

“My sweet girl…” he murmurs softly, reaching a hand down to spread you open with his thumb as he teases your hole with the head of his length. You try to press back against him as you whine into your hand, but he moves his hand up and grips your hip, holding you still as he slowly works himself in.

“Patience, honey.” Inch by inch, he groans as he presses himself inside, working his cock in slowly as he stretches your walls. Once he bottoms out, you gasp into your hand, your eyes widening slightly and your face a flushed mess as you turn back to watch his rough hips press tightly against your ass. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe before he pulls back slightly just to slam his dick right back in, making sure you take him to the hilt. You nearly scream, arching your back further as the hand not holding your mouth grips on to your bed covers.

“Phil…” you mumble breathlessly.

He chuckles as he starts to set a quick pace, steadily working in and out, the sloppy wet sounds bringing that hotshot grin to his lips. You can feel him throbbing inside you as his lap slaps over and over against your ass and thighs. You’re starting to sweat, and he helps you both out of the rest of your clothes, the pause short before he continues relishing in the feeling of your soft folds enveloping his cock. The moment you cry out and finish, he pulls out and flips you onto your back, his hands finding yours and pinning them by your head, your fingers intertwining with his. Your body trembles as your come leaks down the both of your legs, barely processing what he says next.

“I wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you senseless, sweetheart.” His soft southern drawl has you wrapping your damp thighs around his waist as you gasp for air. He reaches down to slip himself back inside, ramming his hips up against your ass as he pins you down. You can’t muffle your voice anymore, panting and moaning as tears streak down your face, your lips parted slightly as you stare up into his steely blue eyes. He’s still wearing that shit-eating smile as he rocks his hips, his breathing heavy as he leans down occasionally to steal your lips with sweet kisses. He lets go of one of your hands to wipe the tears from your rosy cheeks as he pounds you down against the bed, the whole frame creaking while he makes a mess of you.

You come all over his cock again, but he doesn’t seem to care, relentlessly slamming his full length in, the contact coaxing loud squelching from your slit as your cum and his pre mix and stream down from your laps. His gaze falls to your breasts as they bounce softly with each of his thrusts, and he leans down to lick and suck on your nipples, fondling the warm skin with his free hand, the other hand still holding yours with a strong grip. Desperate whimpers escape your throat as you feel his lips all over your chest. He then lets a breast slip out from his mouth as he focuses back on stretching out your insides.

“So damn tight.. pretty little slut.” His eyelids lower slightly as he moves his face up to kiss you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring it roughly. You moan into his mouth, feeling him rock his hips a few more times before stilling, remaining lodged deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum as your legs shake at his sides. He rests against you as he rides the high of his climax, feeling the sticky mess you two made together spreading over the both of you guys’ thighs. You feel so warm and full inside, hugging Graves around the waist as he catches his breath, and though you’re too stubborn to let your smile show, you hope he can feel it. You both let out labored breaths as you lie in a tangle of limbs, the only other sound in your room being the soft hum of the fan above.

He shifts a little on top of you, his eyes meeting yours once again as he cups your cheeks in his hands, tired but content. “By the way, baby, I made a copy of your spare key ‘fore I dropped by tonight, you don’t have to worry ‘bout hidin’ it again.”

You simply sighed, exhausted and still shaky.

“..I’d ask my landlord if I could change the locks, but I know there’s no point.”

end.

Sorry if this was an inconsistent concept I’m not good at workin plot points into reader gettin that back broke

[loveliest-venus]

bittersweet - straw hats crew x reader

includes: Straw Hats crew x f!reader warnings: major character death summary: In your last moments, your crewmates reflect on their time with you before saying goodbye. content: angst, slight fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic, no spoilers, 1.5k words.

Dying was never part of the plan.

Then again, none of this was ever part of the plan, from getting experimented on to meeting a rowdy pirate crew that called themselves the Straw Hats to end up joining them, thus starting what would be the biggest adventure of your whole life. Of course, you regretted it from time to time, it was a wonder how this wasn’t one of those times.

Well, maybe a little bit. You didn’t like seeing tears further dirtying Luffy’s face. It didn’t suit him, you weren’t used to seeing him with anything but a huge smile on his face, the smile that gave you hope despite everything. Your ears were still ringing but you thought you could vaguely hear Nami’s cries, or were they Chopper’s? It was hard to say, the poison had spread fast and you were certain that the blurriness in your vision wasn’t because of tears, as your eyes were dry and bloodshot, most likely from the toxins pumping through your veins, making each breath just a little more painful and… Was it just you or was Zoro screaming? You honestly couldn’t tell anymore. Your eyes closed as your body fell forward, stopping as Luffy’s arms wrapped around your torso to hold you up, making your chin rest on his shoulder.

“Hang on!” Your captain called your name hoarsely, snapping his head to the side, desperate yells piercing through the air as Chopper clumsily dashed over to where you were, slumped over Luffy’s shaking form. “Chopper!”

“D-Don’t worry, I will save her!” Chopper’s fur was wet, snot and salty water mixing as he cried, his voice cracking at the vowels of your name while his arms reached out to help stabilize you. It hurt your heart to see them so distraught and you hated that there was nothing you could do to comfort them.

“Chopper… Stop.” Both of them froze, Luffy’s body growing stiff against your clammy skin. “It’s okay… I’m not scared,” the words tasted bitter in your mouth, in contrast to the serene look on your worn-out features. Blood was trickling down your forehead, hanging on your eyelashes and joining the tiny trail spilling from the corners of your lips. “I’m happy to die… for my crew.” You meant it, your heart had never felt lighter.

“Oi! What the fuck are you going on about?! You can’t just–!” Zoro’s voice was unmistakable, rough like the numerous knives on your body. From the looks of it, your peaceful declaration hadn’t settled well with him. You wished you could meet his gaze one last time, blissfully unaware of the milky sheen on yours. It was then that Chopper realized, with a heartbroken sob, that it was truly too late. “Chopper, do something! Hurry up!”

“Moss-head…” Zoro’s earrings jingled when he turned to look at Sanji, ready to cuss him out until he saw the look on his face, somber and pleading. It dawned on him that the cook had already begrudgingly accepted that this was it. But the swordsman wasn’t known for admitting defeat that easily, if ever.

“Save it, you damn– ,” he was cut off when a pale, delicate hand landed on his broad shoulder, Robin’s lips set in a thin line, the only thing betraying her true feelings was the tight grip she had on him.

“Zoro.” Her eyes were fixated on your battered form, her brow furrowing at your labored breathing. “This isn’t the time. She’s too far gone.” It was Franky’s turn to lose composure, aggressively kicking away the remnants of what had once been a beautiful tree. Taking away the destroyed flora, the unconscious enemies around you and your own blood splattering the ground, this could’ve been called a scenic place to die.

“B-B-But Chopper can fix her up! He always can! R-Right, Chopper?! Tell Robin that she’s wrong!” Usopp’s arms were tightly wound around Nami, both of their eyes growing misty, holding each other up in a fruitless attempt to hold it together. At the archeologist’s soft murmur of your name, their hopes were shattered, Nami’s knees buckling under the weight of her grief, almost taking Usopp with her, forcing him to stand up straighter than before, for once staring at death right in the eye. If only it wasn’t your bloodied face staring back…

Brook remained silent, for once devoid of all joy. It was happening again, someone he held dear was being taken away from him all too soon, your life cut short at the capricious hands of fate. Jinbei had a similar expression on his face, choosing to honor your wishes as you clearly didn’t want to leave them without a proper goodbye.

“Why…?” Luffy, who hadn’t stopped crying, tried shaking you as if that would rip you out of your dazed state, your hair tickling his cheek as you didn’t have enough strength to lift your head up to look at him properly. “Why did you do it?!” He kept yelling your name, now crushing you against his scarred chest, refusing to let you go. “You can’t leave us!” A choked sob rocked his body, a shiver running down your spine at the sheer pain lacing his youthful voice.

Chopper was clinging to your leg, burying his face in your calf to hide his swollen eyes. “I’m sorry, I-I’m so sorry! Please…” The mink was talking to himself at this point, stuck between begging whatever deity was listening and apologizing to you for not getting to you in time, for not being smart enough to find a cure. Zoro’s grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, loathing the helplessness wrapping around their group viciously, refusing to look away from you, still being held up by the devil fruit user’s embrace. His heart was fighting tooth and nail to keep itself from breaking, minuscule cracks growing the heavier your eyes got. Unbeknownst to him, there was already a scar in the shape of you.

Sanji gritted his teeth, taking a few steps in your direction, blinking away the moisture building up in his lash line, he didn’t want to miss any detail in your face, knowing it was the last time he’d ever get to admire it. In his eyes, you were as beautiful as ever, not even death could take your beauty away from you. Nothing would convince him otherwise.

Their allies could only watch, growing restless as the silence continued, were you gone already? None of them were close enough to see your face clearly, your crewmates had formed a circle around you, protecting you from unwanted eyes. Each of them had different opinions on your rambunctious group, however, none of them could deny that you were fiercely loyal to each other and seeing such a tight-knit crew lose a member was disheartening, a few of them inching closer to their own. It was an unspoken agreement, to pay their respects to the person who had given it her all to win this battle, saving them from a similar fate.

“Because… you called me your friend.”

Your soft voice cut through their thoughts seamlessly, a few gasps escaping from Nami, Usopp and Chopper. Zoro’s eye widened, almost losing his grip when the meaning behind that phrase registered in his brain; whereas Sanji chose to let his feelings take over, slowly sinking to his knees. Brook hung his head, and if he had eyes, he would’ve closed them, not wanting to witness the inevitable. Franky, on the other hand, kept his steely gaze on you, his fists growing tighter with each droplet of your blood that had touched the ground, none of this made any sense to the cyborg whose robotic body shook with the strength of his pained weeping. Your sweet words were like a knife to Jinbei’s kind heart, all of his memories with you as part of the crew playing like a cinematic sequence in his mind, you were one of the first to approach him when he had finally accepted Luffy’s invite. Robin could only smile, finally allowing her tears to drip down her face, wishing she could hold you for one last time. Life without you was unfathomable to them at this point, could this truly be reality? Wasn’t there any way to rewind time to save you?

None of them could see Luffy’s face, his reaction to you admitting that you were willingly exchanging your life for theirs in the name of your friendship. But it wasn’t hard to guess, seeing as he’d pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to soothe his racing heart, torn to pieces by you and his inability to help you. He knew from the moment that he saw you that you would become an important part of his crew, however, he never imagined that it would end like this. He wasn’t ready to continue his journey without you. How could he become the King of the Pirates if you weren’t by his side?

“You truly are the best crew I could’ve asked for. I’m thankful for you… From the bottom of my heart, thank you.” Your eyes were fully closed, the corners of your lips curling up ever so slightly in a loving smile. It was a breathtaking image that would be branded into their hearts forever, sealed with your very last words to them.

“I love you.”

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[atinyniki]

instant ramen

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!lee felix x f!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, mentions of periods and hormonal imbalances, felix is a little mean, felix is referred to as lix, lixie, and felix.

authors note: i was bored and made a short little felix drabble ! this is also not proofread, i just had a thought and felt like posting it. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1483

(pt. 2) || (pt. 3)

it’s not everyday that felix comes home in a bad mood. he’s had just about the worst day at practice today. he couldn’t seem to be getting anything right, and often found himself zoning out and getting off track. 

you’ve had a long day too. you couldn’t seem to get out of bed this morning, and woke up in the late hours of the afternoon. your entire house was a mess, and you didn’t have the energy to clean it up. to make matters worse, your period is late and it’s left you grumpy the entire week.

it’s now almost midnight, and you’re sprawled out on the couch comfortably, watching some tv. you have felix’s fuzzy blanket over you, one you both always use when watching shows together. 

suddenly, you hear the familiar sound of the keys jingling at the door. the door flies open, and behind it, you see a tired felix, dark green hoodie shrouding his face. 

you slowly get up from the couch and turn off the tv, careful not to trip over anything while you make your way to the door. 

“why are you up so late y/n?”, his voice was low, tired, but he managed to muster a small smile.

“it’s not that late, i just wanted to wait for you.”

he slowly walked into the home, setting his bag down at the door. he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some water to drink, when his eyes quickly dart to the dishes.

felix likes having the house clean. after living in a dorm with chaotic men who didn’t know how to clean up after themselves, it got pretty sickening. normally the house would be clean, but felix has been out recently due to his new comeback, and you’ve been busy with work. neither of you had the time to do simple tasks anymore.

seeing the dishes still dirty frustrated felix more, but he decided not to mention it and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. he passed by the living room, the cushions scattered messily on the floor, and then your shared bedroom. clothes had piled up in the two hampers you had, some had even fallen onto the floor.

some part in felix just snapped. 

“is it really that hard to put some clothes in the wash, y/n?”

you were zoned out, but his voice brought you back to reality. 

“sorry what did you say? i zoned-“

“nevermind…”

felix began to walk away, but you walked towards him, stopping him. 

“lix what’s wrong?”, you looked at him, your eyes full of concern. he let out a scoff, “what’s wrong? what’s wrong is that you’ve been home the entire day and the house is still a mess.” 

your eyes widen. normally, felix is understanding about these things. you only have one day off the entire week. you’ve been overworking yourself so much recently that you just needed today to be a break. 

“i’m really sorry lix, i’ll just do it tomorrow” 

he glares at you, a foreign look swirling in his eyes. “if you were really sorry, you would have cleaned up after yourself. you know i don’t have time for this. it would only take thirty minutes max to fix up the house a little.”

“you really need to start doing something with yourself y/n. i’m not going to be doing everything while you just sit around and watch tv all day.”

you started tearing up. you didn’t mean to, but you really wanted to cry. felix saw the tears brimming in your eyes, and he started to feel a lump growing in his throat.

you didn’t know what else to say. you looked down and heard the receding footsteps, making your way to your bedroom. the tears slowly fell from your eyes, but you didn’t dare to make a sound. your boyfriend had never spoken to you like that, and he never really got that cold.

you picked up the clothes off the floor, putting them into the hampers and making your way to the laundry room. you put them in the wash and put the hampers back in your room.

you walked to the kitchen, and started to clean the dishes. you wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so felix could have a bit of relief when he got out of the shower. his words continued to replay in your head. you’ve been so exhausted recently, you felt bad that you couldn’t do anything for him.

you put the dishes back into their respective cabinets, and figured that felix would probably be hungry when he got out. you pulled out his favorite instant ramen, put it in the pot, and began making it for him. you hoped it would cheer him up. 

meanwhile, felix stays in the shower for longer than usual. he takes up the first eight minutes alone just standing in the warm stream, washing all the impurities off of his body. he stayed there for as long as he could, but for some reason, the guilt wouldn’t wash away with him.

he knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh. he didn’t mean to, he was just exhausted and already a little put off, but that’s no excuse to lash out at your girlfriend like that. after a while, he finally grabbed his shampoo, staring at the bottle for a moment before placing it back on the rack.

he reached down to grab your shampoo instead, the vanilla scent calming him down instantly. in a way, he felt closer to you. the foamy bubbles ran down his hair, and he began to wash the soap out of his hair. 

he then took another one of your items, your vanilla body wash. he liked that you’d always use vanilla scented items, it was easy to associate the smell with you. suddenly, the whole bathroom smelled like vanilla, smelled like you.

felix found the smell so comforting, almost like you were right there with him. he closed his eyes, thinking about what he said to you. he knew that as soon as he got out, he’d apologize to you. 

he finally got out of the shower and put some comfortable clothes on. it was almost two in the morning now, so he was expecting you to be asleep. he figured he’d apologize to you tomorrow when you wake up. 

he makes his way to the bedroom, but to his surprise you aren’t there. he didn’t go looking for you, he figured you needed some space. he saw your keys on your dresser, so he knew you hadn’t left the house. 

all of a sudden, he sees you at the door, a wooden rack in your hand with a bowl on top, decorated blue chopsticks on the side. you place it on his nightstand, and start playing with your thumbs, contemplating what to say next.

“i’m sorry for leaving the house a mess today, i know you didn’t want to come back home to that sight. i’ve cleaned it all up now though, and i made you some ramen. i figured you’d be hungry”, you let out a nervous chuckle. 

you looked up, and your heart immediately dropped to the pit of your stomach. you thought felix would be mad at you, but you didn’t expect him to cry.

he took your hand in his and let out a shaky breath. “i’m so sorry y/n. i truly didn’t mean what i said, i was just frustrated and seeing a messy house set me off a little bit. i promise it won’t happen again, please don’t overwork yourself just for my sake.”

you quickly wrapped him in a hug, “don’t cry lix, it’s okay. you’re just tired, i know you didn’t mean it”. you gave him a quick peck on his forehead, before running your fingers through his hair. 

he buried his head in your chest, inhaling the scent he’d been craving for the past hour, staining your his hoodie with his tears in the process.

“i love you lixie, im here for you. you don’t have to worry.”

he only clung onto you tighter after that, mumbling a little “i love you too” and multiple apologies into your chest. you smiled, knowing how vulnerable he was right now, and you were just happy he could trust you. 

“eat your ramen now, it’s getting cold dummy”

he looked up at you and smiled, patting the area next to him. you complied, lowering yourself onto the bed and clinging onto his arm.

the ramen had gone slightly cold, but it was still enjoyable. felix felt a familiar warmth spread throughout his entire being when you wrapped your arms around him, and let himself melt into your warmth. 

you have both been going through a lot recently, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you’d be okay.

<3

[aliaology]

FRIENDS DONT

summary: it takes a night at home with your friends to realize you have feelings for your best friend, and hopefully you will find out if he reciprocates them.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warning: just fluff lol maybe sum jealousy. the names lena, alisha, kaya and raine are used! if one of them is your name, change it as you please.

based on ‘friends dont’ by maddie and tae!

they dont cancel other plans. have conversations with nothing but their eyes. they dont hear each others names, and forget to concentrate. hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite.

your friend scoffed, “there is no way you and quinn are just strictly best friends. no way.” she spoke.

you raised a brow as you leaned back onto your couch, the soft fabric rubbing slightly on your neck, sending chills down your spine. you look at all of your friends, seeing they all had agreed with her.

“lena, me and quinn are just friends. i mean come on, i’ve known him my entire life!” you spoke.

“babe, he cancels all of his plans just for you. literally he drops them.” alisha spoke. “remember when he had a date and left midway through because you told him you needed to talk to him after it?”

you sighed. “that was one time.”

“no, no it wasn’t.”

quinn picked his phone up, leaning against the bars counter, in the corner. a girl was all up on his side. “hello?” he spoke.

“quinny?” your voice broke through the phone. worry surged through the brunette. “are you busy?” you sniffled.

“no— no of course not, whats wrong?” he asked.

you let out a small sob, “he broke up with me.”

quinn’s jaw clenched. “ill be there soon.” he hung up the phone and walked away, immediately forgetting about the girl who clearly wanted to hook up.

his mind was on you and only you.

“that was one time and it wasn’t like he planned a date or anything. jesus.” you rolled your eyes.

“oh please— lets add how you two can so easily talk, but instead its with your eyes and not your words!”

you could admit that that was true. in every room, your gaze found quinn’s and it was almost as if you two knew what the other was thinking.

‘save me.’ ‘save you? save ME.’

no matter where you were, you and quinn were always linked in some sort of way.

you huffed and crossed your arms, “okay yeah, but we’ve known each other our entire lives, it’s normal!”

kaya looked at you with raised eyebrows. “so its normal to gaze into his eyes and forget the rest of the world around you..?”

“i do not do that!”

that hit a nerve.

friends dont call you in the middle of the night, couldn’t even tell you why, they just felt like saying ‘hi.’ friends dont stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave, tryin’ to hide the chemistry.

“there has to be something going on, girl. he literally will randomly call you in the middle of the night!” raine exclaimed.

“yeah— and he is currently doing it now.” alisha pointed at your phone.

your eyes widened and you grabbed your phone, quickly going to the kitchen. “hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“hi..” quinn said, softly.

“hey” you smile. “everything okay?” you asked.

quinn stumbled, head spinning as he heard your voice. he fumbled with his keys. “yeah yeah— sorry i uhm, i was gonna tell you something but it.. slipped.” he spoke, slowly.

lielielielielie

“its okay” you laugh slightly. “are you just getting home?” you ask.

he nods before remembering you couldn’t see him, “uh yeah— yeah. practice ran late today” he told. you could hear his keys jingle and then a door open.

“tired i assume?” you spoke.

he let out a breathy laugh. “a little.”

you smile. “ill let you go then, quinny. i think you need rest. ill call in the morning, okay?”

“okay” he spoke.

“bye quinn.”

“bye”

you walked back into the living room and sat down. “sorry” you smiled awkwardly.

“this is exactly what we mean, babe! plus he will stall for as long as he can just to stay here with you!” lena exclaimed.

drive a little too slow, take the long way home, get a little too close.

you yawned as quinn drove slowly through the rural side of michigan. his hand lied dangerously close to your thigh as his eyes focused on the road.

zach bryan softly played in the back as quinn took a small turn.

you looked over at him with furrowed brows. “where are we going?” you asked.

quinn stutters, “uhm— uh the uh— long way. i find it more pretty.” he got out.

you nodded and leaned against the center console. “better be pretty or you owe me, hughes” you grin.

they dont almost say ‘i love you’ when they’re downtown somewhere, just a little drunk. they dont talk about the future, and put each other in it. and get chills with every accidental touch.

“we can’t forget that one weekend when us girls went out” kaya stated.

raine groaned, “worst one of them all.”

you furrowed your brows. alisha looked at you, “do you not remember?” she asked.

you shook your head. lena sighs, “you got a little drunk, and called quinn, this was when we were all in the uber back. you called quinn to let him know you were on your way home because he asked you too.”

“you almost told him you loved him.” she finished.

you shrug, “i dont see the big deal, we say ‘love you’ all the time.

“babe, you almost said you were in love with him.” alisha clarified.

“then— all you did was tell us about how in the future, you only saw quinn. it was quinn this, quinn that.” raine explained.

“plus— we all see how you react when he touches you.” she added.

i keep telling myself this might be nothing, but one look in your eyes and god, there’s something. you can lie to me and say you dont..

there was no way. you let their words sink in. this was nothing, right? but then again, which pair of best friends acts like this? none of your girlfriends have mentioned stuff like this about their boy best friend.

imagining yourself with quinn was actively frequent and now you were starting to realize why.

“babes you can lie to us and say you dont love him, but honey we know you do.”

yeah, you do.

“i do. bu—but that doesn’t mean anything, guys. he has feelings too.”

then your phone went off.

‘can we meet in the morning?’

“i have a feeling he reciprocates them.”

lowkey love but lowkey HATE.

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄBonten’s Property 2ꨄ

Part One

Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

❣︎Yall asked for it so here's a short after the storm❣︎

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property 2

This can’t be.

Your body shivers as you hold your knees against your chest, eyes widened as you rock back and forth slowly. Your heart pounds as your cold body contrasts with the sweat dripping down your forehead. Your fear came true. They found you.

All the therapy in the world couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia. No matter how many times you checked your surroundings, your friends and deceased boyfriend comforted you, deep down you knew that your fate lies with them. You thought they’d kill you. You thought that once you were found you would be tortured to death. They might as well considering they stripped your life from you. Slaughtering your boyfriend as well as forcing you to cut contact with the world and abducting you.

Your nails leave indents on your legs, your grip tightening as the shackles of the cuffs jingle, the cold metal scraping against your exposed skin. You couldn’t help the feeling of anger that merged with your despair. It wasn’t fair. How dare they take the life you created for yourself after you escaped? What gives them the right to continue taking from you?

You ignore the dried blood and stench of old flesh that meets your nostrils, bile forming in your throat as you shake your head. Your eyes are dry of anymore tears leaving the residue trail down your cheeks. You hadn’t seen them since you woke up in this room. You had no sense of time but it had to be days that you’ve been left in one of the familiar torture rooms with little food and water.

You gag when the memory of your boyfriend’s decapitated head comes into picture, Rin’s feet rolling the head side to side as he waits for your presence. As if his skull was a ball. The pain in your stomach increases as you struggle to release the liquid from your body, nothing coming up.

You keep your head down when you hear the creaking of the door opening and closing. Quiet footsteps follow as one person enters. You ignore their presence as they squat next to you, kneeling with food on a plate.

“Y/n.” You close your eyes, hoping that if you continue to ignore the person they will leave and allow you to starve to death. They sigh before two fingers are placed under your chin, forcing you to move your head though your eyes continue to stare ahead. You felt food against your lips, turning your head away.

“I’m not gonna force you to eat, but if I have to get Sanzu or Mikey in here, you’re not gonna like it.” Kazutora states with a stoic expression as he continues to hold the end of the chopsticks against your lips. You scowl.

“Go ahead. Let them kill me.” You growl. “I’d rather be in hell than here!” Your grip tightens around your legs once more. He shakes his head.

“You’re only going to make things worse for yourself if you keep acting like this.” He lowers the food to his lap.

“How else am I supposed to act?” You hissed. “Do I need to remind you what you all did to me?”

He sets the food on the ground next to you before standing from the ground. He heads to the door and turns back slightly to look at you.

“If you don’t get your act together, you’ll never leave this spot.” The door shuts behind him as the tensity in your body leaves. You allow a large breath to release as you lean your body against the wall behind you.

It didn’t take long for the door to slam open. What you didn’t expect was for the pink haired fiend to be dragging someone in by their arm before throwing them to the ground with a loud thud, Mikey following behind.

The person’s voice was muffled under the brown sack as they grunted when they attempted to reposition themselves. Sanzu forces them to sit up, facing you before he snatches the sack off. You gasp when you and your bruised up friend make eye contact.

“Y-Y/n, w-what’s going on?” They cry out.

“F/n?” You say breathlessly in disbelief. Your eyebrows furrowed as you look at Mikey. The click of the gun in Mikey’s hand echoes throughout the room. He nods his head toward Sanzu.

You gasp after he pulls his arm pack and lands a harsh punch against your friend’s face, forcing blood out of their mouth as their face is turned to the side. He grabs them by the shirt and lands another punch causing them to drop to the floor when he releases them. He yanks them up by their hair and connects his fist with their nose twice as they cry out and gurgle on their own blood, teeth damaged as they scrunch their eyes in pain.

“Stop! Please!” You were only ignored as he continued to land punch after punch before giving a final kick to their stomach as Mikey held his hand up to halt Sanzu’s attack.

“You want freedom?” Mikey questions with his dark eyes boring into you with nothingness. You nod frantically.

“Then it’s your choice.” He says before aiming the gun to your friend.

“I’ll kill them and let you go.” He then turns the barrel of the gun to you. “Or I kill you and let them go.”

You freeze as your friend releases shaky sobs at the sound of their fate. Neither option is fair for either one of you. The decision isn’t hard logically, but morally is the struggle.

“Mikey, please.” You beg, despite knowing that there’s no changing his mind.

“Y/n, please! I-I don’t want to die.” Your heart pounds faster as your breathing becomes ragged.

“I-I…”

“Don’t keep the King waiting, Y/n. Hurry up and choose.” Sanzu smirks.

You tried so hard to rid yourself of this lifestyle. To rid yourself of them. It would only be fair for you to get a second chance to rebuild once more. Then again, your friend was brought into this by being involved with you. It’s your fault that they’re in this predicament. It would only be right to take the fall as much as it sucks. You’ve already accepted that you will die by their hands at some point. At least you’d be free either way.

You lower your head. “Kill me.” You whisper, awaiting your fate. You flinch when a gunshot echoes through the room, looking up in confusion when you hadn’t been impacted. You gasp as you eye your friend struggling to breathe with blood pooling under them.

“N-no! I didn’t…!” You were cut off by another gunshot, your leg numbing before you felt an agonizing pain shoot up your thigh, body trembling as you stare wide eyed at the display.

Another shot rings out after the other as your friend’s body stills, shot by your former boss as you grunt and cry out in pain. You were so caught up by the blood staining your clothes that you didn’t hear the door open. You hadn’t even realized that anyone else was in the room until you were unshackled and lifted from the ground while breathing heavily as you tried to mask the pain.

“You reek.” Rin says as he stands beside his older brother who holds you bridal style.

“Ah Rin, don't be so mean. She still looks pretty with all this blood on her.” Ran smirks as he carries you out of the room.

“You should behave, Y/n. I wanna play with our doll again.” You’d eye them with disgust if you weren’t focused on the pain throbbing from your leg’s wound. Your vision began to blur as you entered the hallway, the black dots connecting as you’re engulfed with darkness.

[geordikisser]

comforting you! | isaac, nick & blake

epilogue: continuation from my hcs post! :-D i previously made one of tanner & larry if you’re interested in that piece as well! basically something very personal came up. sorry if yumis sucks 😞😞 i failed u all..

content contains! angst, suggestive ( yumi )

⤷ gender isn’t specific! (gender neutral.)

♡ isaac: you clenched your teeth as tears poured down your cheeks. you would rather be caught dead than like this. you feel your face heat up, audibly sobbing a little too. you shakily reach for your phone and swallow your pride and called isaac. you knew you being alone isn’t what you needed. as you even clicked the call icon, you hear a knock on the door. your heart drops as you quickly wipe your face dry instantly. “yes?” your voice being drowned out from your tear & snot stained shirt. “baby? i’m coming in, ok?” that loving, honey-dripping voice made your heart flutter. “i-isaac?” you accidentally stammer out. he opens the door and gives you a goofy smile. “i got food, did you not see your phone?” his smile falls as he furrows his brows. “baby? what’s wrong.” he notices his phone ringing from you and he felt so horrible. “my poor baby, let me hold you.” he ushers towards you and sits besides you instantly, his arms opening to embrace you.

you felt those familiar tears well up once again and you fall into the embrace. “i missed you so much!” you sob out as he shushes you gently. “i’m here baby, i’m here. don’t ever worry, i’ll always be here.” he hums to you. your breath hitching as you try to recollect yourself. “i know me being gone for 20 minutes didn’t do this. what’s up.” he pulls away, wiping your tears away. you sigh, shuddering slightly. “i- can’t get into that.” you murmured under your breath slightly. he nods, his face meeting your own. “i’m so ugly.” you cover your face, shying away from him. he instantly pulls you back. “no you aren’t. you’re beautiful. you are a thing of beauty. never once have i ever doubt that.” he kisses you cheeks, tracing down to your jaw. “i love you so much my beautiful baby.” he lies you down and wipes the rest of your tears away. his tender hand meeting your worn out face. “you don’t need to tell me anything, okay? but i’d love to know.” he kisses your jaw continuously. “you are ok, i promise baby.” he whispers to you. “i’ll tell the guys to save food for you, okay?” you nod weakly, your hand interlocking with his own. your thumb rubbing on the back of his hand. his gaze being a soft, reassuring one.

♡ nick: you felt uneasy, you were feeling everything but yourself. nick was coming back from the gym as this panic rises in your chest. you feel the heat in your face become unbearable, overwhelming, and started to cry. you began to weep and weep quietly from how overwhelmed you were. you felt so hot and itchy and crazy. you tried to pull your hair back away from your face and couldn’t process anything properly. you chewed on your bottom lip as you began to sob. as the front door jingles, a familiar key sound following it. you recollect yourself and try to stand up, your body lying on the cold floor in the living room. the door opens and nicks eyes are instantly on you. “babe?” he drops his gym bag instantly. closing the door behind him and locking it right after. he rushes towards you and brings you to your feet, instantly falling into his arms. “hey hey hey! what’s up.” he asks worryingly, seating you two on the couch. you crawl close. as close as you can get to him. “i’m so sorry.” you sob into his shoulder as he shushes you. “you have nothing to be sorry for, look at me honey.” your breath hitching as you pull away to look at him.

“what happened, baby? tell me.” his eyes softening. “i- i feel really overwhelmed. i feel so itchy and hot and i can’t breath!” you exclaim, tugging as your shirt. he nods as he pulls your hair back for you with his steadier hands. “this heat getting to you, my dear?” he smiles weakly at you as you nod, clipping your hair back to keep off your face. “i’m sorry this heat is getting to you my pretty baby.” he kisses your temple and his hands envelope yours. “despite this heat, you look iridescent in my eyes.” he coos sweetly as you huff, looking away. “you must’ve felt so weak, i’m sorry honey. next time ill leave the ac cooler for you.” he rocks you back and forth, lifting the back of your shirt up to get some cool air up your shirt. “let’s get you in a thinner and shorter shirt, ok? this long sleeve might be getting to you.” he gestures you to stand with him and you nod. “i’ll always be here to help you, always.”

♡ blake: you reach out to yumi, shaking him awake. it was rather late and you felt like your head was gonna explode. “hmm—.. ugh, fuck.” he groans, bitterness taking his tone. “blake!” you stammer out weakly. his eyes shooting open. “what..” he groans groggily. sitting up. he turns to you and see your eyes welling up. “babe? the fuck happened?” his mouth getting the best of him. you stutter out what the dream was about as you fiddled with your hands anxiously. he nods as he takes your hands into his and uses his thumbs to caress the backs of your hands. “i’m so sorry you had to see that, baby.” he frowns slightly as he kisses your forehead, decorating your face in kisses. you let a few tears fall as he hums gently. “ahh don’t cry now, okay? you’re strong.” he grunts, squeezing your hands. “you are stronger than you know.” he looks at you, a small smile on his face. “you are so strong, babe. don’t let some dream take over that.” he kisses you once more but it’s tickled with passion. you feel your eyes soften as you melt into his kiss. you fall back onto the pillow, yumi hovering over you. his hands still in your grasp, his face heating up. “seeing you like this hurts me too. my strong baby getting fucked up by a dream? i won’t let it happen again. not on my watch.” he kisses your jaw gently, slowly tracing to your neck. you whimper softy as yumi smirks, chucking slightly. he lifts his head to to make eye contact with you. his eyes half lidded, barely opened. his gaze a mix with sleepiness and lust slightly. “i can make you forget that dream.” he offers with a grin. you giggle as you push him slightly. “stoppp..” you groan, yumi chuckling. “you strong, baby. you are so smart and loving. don’t loose that vision because of a bad dream.. i love you.”

[helluvathot]

incl. alastor + gn!reader — hurt/comfort. allusions to alastor's past, argument, maybe ooc ; after the final battle with adam, you noticed a lack of alastor, and when he suddenly appeared again, you noticed something wrong.

𝜗𝜚 note. thought about writing this for a minute. i wanted to do some alastor comfort after his pure embarrassment via adam. and (as others have pointed out), he pulled out his hair during that panic scene! end note, this turned out completely diffrent than i intended to.

the most recent extermination attempt (and hopefully the last) ended in such a tragic way with pessimistic thoughts swimming through your head.

where is alastor?

if adam is here—terrorizing sinners—then where on heaven, hell, and earth is your boyfriend? alastor was supposed to stop adam. and judging by the fate of sr. pentious, you could only fear the worst. alastor was dead.

but, of course not! he's the radio demon, that handy shadow of his must've helped him!

yet, that didn't calm your nerves or the thoughts chewing at your brain. there were deep, anxiety induced breaths as you fought alongside angeldust and husk in hopes to protect the lovely hotel you ended up staying at.

the loud noises, the chaos, the screams, nothing could quiet that lurking feeling of fear in the back of your skull.

and just as the reality sunk your heart to your stomach, there appeared alastor. as spiff and span as usual, happily jingling along with the rest of the crew as the mess that was the hotel was being cleaned.

though, he didn't have his staff?

there was an overwhelming feeling relief when you jumped onto him to hug him. you felt him stiffen and promptly let go with a string of apologies. "al," you mumble, cupping his face to take a good look at him. your hands trail from his face, to his neck, and down to his chest.

you breathe and breath of relief. "may i kiss you, oh great radio demon?" you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to be somehat eye level with him.

"why of course, my dear! why would i ever say no?" he leans down to allow you to press your lips to his. your fears, your anxiety, that stupid little voice in your head had been wrong today and you have never been happier that it was.

you observe him for a second time, frowning a bit at his hair. your lips part to speak on it, only to be interrupted.

"hey! lovebirds! help clean up would ya?" angel calls.

his interference earns a grumble from alastor and a soft chuckle from you. "ay ay, captain!" you salute and run over to help clean up the mess. though there's still a lingering worry in your head.

one not satiated by this moment, at all.

the two of you had finally gotten some time alone. the new hotel lucifer had created looks gorgeous and everyone had gotten back to their rooms and planned to redecorate or revise the looks of them.

you stand in alastor's room with a deep frown on your face.

he hates that.

"al," you chide. he's sitting on the edge of his bed with you in between his thighs. his ears are drooped; his signature smile widened and strained.

your fingers delicately examine his scalp, observing the stressed strands. you click your tongue in worry and disappointment, "al. you did it again." the concentrated, upset frown had now turned into a sad, concerned one.

he hates that.

the hands resting on the back of your thighs squeeze, signalling the tension in his body. "what happened back there? you only pull your hair out when you're stressed, and speaking, you need to get rid of that habit."

he groans, though the sound is mixed with static so you don't hear it. he never did enjoy being chastised, from you nor from his mother.

"nothing," he lies, turning his head as his ears flatten.

"al!" you whine and huff, "are you serious? you disappear when you're supposed to stop adam, which had me extremely anxious. you show up after everything's done and overwith with seemingly not a scratch, but there's a GIANT GASH in your chest! your microphone is poof—gone! you've nearly ripped out a full section of your hair, which you only do when your stressed—you'll go bald if you keep doing that. and STILL! you refuse to tell me anything!?"

there's defeaning silence in the room once you finish your rant.

the only sound that can be heard is your rough breathing from getting worked up. your face slowly morphs from anger to worry and guilt as you look at him. for the first time, you yelled at him. and for the first time, he flinched.

his eyes are closed now. his lips are trembling and his hands have been retracted from you.

your eyes widen, bottom lip trembling in regret. "oh, al. baby, i'm sorry. i didn't—i got worked up, and i— i didn't mean to yell, or bring back ... unpleasant memories. i'm— i'm sorry, honey."

taking a deep breath after your apology, you desperately and internally hope he won't mind your touch. you lean down and slowly wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your nose to his neck and biting your lip when he tenses again. "i'm sorry, im just— worried. scared," you whisper.

there's dread sitting in the pit of your stomach. the tension is too much to bare, the silence kick-starting your anxiety like a generator.

you feel sick.

you never meant to draw a reaction like that out of him...and now, you'll regret it for the rest of your hellish afterlife.

feelings of relief and surpise fill you when alastor's hands pull you into his lap, his hands wrapping securely around your waist. when you sit up, his eyes are looking back up at you softly. and without a hint of static—he speaks, "i...i apologize, my darling. i never realized how much strife i caused you."

his hand clasps yours, bringing it back to his face. he nuzzles your hand, "i was- am ashamed...i was unable to stop adam and- "

"so you're upset because you were humbled?" you tilt your head and raise an inquisitive eyebrow. of course, the statement had washed the mood away like a tsunami. and, of course, you earned a quick glare from the man beneath you.

it is no secret—to you at least—that alastor hates being upstaged. he's quite cocky and confident in his powers to point where he thinks he's better than most. this fight may have knocked him down a peg—he needed it (unfortunately and fortunately). maybe it'll help in the long run, though you hate his injuries.

"and—" he grunts in slight annoyance, "i was gravely injured. my cane broke, i didn't want you to see me like that—like this. i am truly sorry...ish."

you giggle at his little addition of the '-ish' knowing it's to get back at you. once the giggles die down, you look at him with a soft smile.

your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing soothingly on the skin. "oh, alastor...you troublemaker- you..." you sigh, "al, baby, i am your partner. one who loves you—and cares, so so deeply about you. i need- i deserve to be told that information. the point of having one of these [partners], me, is to share your pain. i want it. i want to know, so please..."

you lean close, pressing your foreheads together. with a sigh, you close your eyes and whisper, "share your pain with me."

alastor's hands twitch at your waist. share your pain with him? he couldn't bare to burden such a sweet "sinner" like you with the negative outcomes of his oen actions. he couldn't bare to burden you with the pain that weights on his shoudlers every day. the pain that—

"al...please?"

moving back from him, you look into his eyes witha pleading glint in them. "please...?"

he opens his lips, ready to deflect as he usually does. to deny and prevent you from truly seeing him. and yet, he can't. he cannot force himself to. there's a genuine smile on his face when he looks up at you ever so softly.

"yes, my darling, of course."

[dca-prompts]

the boys are separated into different bodies (as a lot of stories go) but they tend to...forget....for the first few weeks

like Moon'll be out on patrols or something and notices how...QUIET. it is in his headspace, so he pokes gently at sun's code to see what's goin on, only to find that there IS no sun.ai present.

And so he at first thinks that maybe sun's offline, but then sun continues not speaking and moon starts getting more and more panicked, fans starting to overwork themselves in the effort to keep his system from overheating because sun's not there, sun's not there and moon doesn't know where he IS and it's too quiet it's never this quiet something's wrong something's missing something's different-

and

is it that strange feeling from before, t-that fog that filled his vision, that sick, twisted static that clung to his very being, nestled into his core, haunted every dark corner of his mind? Is he in the before again? Was the future all just a desperate dream to slip from his fingers like smoke, a facade formed by a being so broken it fabricated a realm to hide away in?

(...do garbled lullabies still sing in a padded-white room, masked by the sounds of now-silent screams?)

Sun'll be cleaning the barrels or sticking googly eyes to a felt puppet while humming the daycare jingle before the Daycare doors burst open and Moon's face appears. Sun turns and starts to ramble on about the day and show off his puppet before taking in the deep sense of wrongness embedded in his counterpart, the frantic look in his eyes, the claws that dig a little too deep into wood, and he instantly knows now is not the time to talk about googly eyes and puppet shows.

(And maybe a small seed of doubt enters his mind that perhaps that thing is back, that if he approaches the lunar animatronic the happily ever after he was so certain was real this morning will be snatched from him like a curtain pulled away to reveal that the jingle he hears all day has been the only thing he's heard, over and over and over again, with no children's laughter and no silly dress-ups and play-pretends...)

And before he can even ask, Moon is flinging himself at Sun and hugging him almost too tightly, sharp hands shaking against the brighter animatronic's casing, muttering on and on about how he didn't know where he was and how sun's never allowed to be that quiet again, and makes sun promise to ping him on the system during patrols after that, and sun just nods and rubs his back gently, listening to the cheery Daycare jingle loop the whole night long.

(sorry I accidentally made this a ramble instead of an idea that's on me, not sure if I conveyed that properly but anyway yeah here's this for ya)

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💙 BRANCH X AUTISTIC! READER 💙

calming you down.

Requested? Yeah :)

TW// panic attack!

Also sorry if i got this wrong dont be afraid to correct me!!!

im sorry i havent been posting ive just been busy plus i had mad writers block!!

Branch knew you were different, thats why he liked hanging around you.

You two had so much in common and he felt like you were the only one that got him. Even his best friend Poppy didn’t get him like you did.

He never knew why you were so against taking off your headphones or joining in on any of the parties but he was glad for it.

So he knew that when Poppy decided to throw another massive party just for funsies you would come knocking at his door. But not how he expected you to.

“B-Branch! open the door please!” You cried out desperately your hands covering your ears as you crouched down staring at his trapdoor. A loud bang and a bright flash assaulted you as loud cheering could be heard from a mile away.

Poppys parties had become so much more intense after the truce with the Bergens and this one was the worst.

Branch leaned on his lever as he yawned adorned in his robe and coffee in his hand unaware of your predicament. The elevator came to a stop as he began to undo his series of locks, the sound of the party drowning out your whimpers.

The final lock was undone and he swung open the trap door, your scared face looking down at him trembling trying to calm yourself down.

Branch’s face dropped as guilt bubbled up inside him, wondering how long you had been waiting for him. Quickly grabbing you and pulling you inside, closing the door and locking it again.

As you writhed from the sudden contact the bunker was alot quieter than outside, the music was muffled by the underground walls while you swayed back and forth on the ground. The feeling on the elevator soothing you abit as it began to descend.

“Are you alright? you dont look so good.” Branch finally spoke his voice laced with worry as he lowered himself down to your level.

You couldn’t respond your body was to letting you speak as Branch sat besides you.

He knew what was going on all to well.

“uhm- I have this place that I go to when i’m feeling overwhelmed… do you want to go there?” He said softly his eyes gazing your body as you shook your head yes. A soft warmth in his stomach grew happy that youre starting to reapond to him.

“I also have this technique to help want to try it? its going to be awhile before we get there my bunker is pretty big.” Branch asked his eyes never leaving you waiting for you to respond. After you agreed he got right into it.

“Okay just think of three things you see, hear, and smell. it always helps me.” He yawned out streching his legs as you stimmed beside him.

your eyes darting around the little elevator walls as rooms passed by.

Storage room, dirt, Branch

Branch looked at you as you stared at him a heat rising on your face as you closed your eyes to hear better your thoughts begining to calm down as you swayed back and forth.

The elevator gears moving, very faint music, Branch

Branch was shuffling around in his spot his soft grunts as he got up from his place probably to quickly grab some stuff knowing him. His body plopped softly on the floor besides you again a soft jingling following.

Keeping your eyes closed as you began to smell the area that surrounded you a soft pop was heard but never the less you continued, this was really working.

Oil, dirt, Branch.

He smelt pleasant like fresh from the shower nice, the would explain the robe. Your eyes remained shut as you soaked in Branches scent not realising that he was now speaking to you. He snapped his fingers infront of your face to grab your attention.

Your eyes flutters open to a few fireflies illuminating the area the soft buzzes of their bodies was so nice as they danced infront of you both.

“You smell so nice Branch.” You said bluntly while your eyes were still locked on the bugs that flew ahead of you. He was taken a back and let out a chuckle as you started to shuffle closer towards him.

“This is so nice thank you for helping me Branch.” your voice was soft leaning your head on his shoulder as you listened to his breathing.

Branchs body was stiff feeling you drape your head on his a his body heated. A dorky smile on his face as he looked into your eyes full of light. A soft smile plastered on your face while you just let your surroundings soak in.

“So did you still want to goto the room I was talking about earlier?” Branch said feeling you nod against his shoulder you interwined your hand with his as you looked up at him.

“Yes please.”

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Her Curse. His Blessing. | F.W.

summary: she lives with a curse, never able to touch anyone without gloves. fred walks into her life one day and she finally lets someone in. a horrible prophecy makes her realize he will be her worst curse or her biggest blessing

word count: 3906

warnings: mentions of death, fluff

notes: i think this is the last update, but maybe not

Living with her curse was never easy, but it was easier when she was alone. She had felt alone her whole life, never being able to touch anyone. After finishing her studies at Beauxbatons, she left Southern France for London to open a small shop. Owning a small bookshop in Diagon Alley seemed like it would bring her in contact with more people than she would like, but it didn’t. She had spent most of her life collecting books, old grimoires that she hoped would hold the answers she was looking for. She sold many of these books in her shop, the ones that wouldn’t cause any harm if they fell into the wrong witch or wizard's hands. The basement of the shop held an enchanted chest, one that held the grimoires that should not be in circulation. She had even destroyed a few. Despite her massive collection, she could never find any answers. Out of the thousands of books she had come across in her life, she never found anything to point her in the direction of removing her curse. She had tried countless spells and potions, all of them yielding the same result. Nothing ever changed. She only ever found one useful piece of information. It was the only bright side to her curse. A small piece of hope in a dreadful situation, yet she never wished for the situation to arise. She wasn’t sure what consequences such magic could hold. Besides antique spell books, she sold everything one could need for divination. She offered readings of tea leaves as well, as she was a gifted seer herself. Her life of solitude, though, had taken a turn when a joke shop opened a few months after her own little shop opened. The joke shop brought in some extra customers, usually parents who had brought their young witches and wizards to Diagon Alley. One of the twins had caught her eye though, the first day she saw him. She could easily tell him from his twin. His face was slightly rounder, his nose straighter than his twins. She was kind to the twins who ran the shop next to hers, they all lived and worked next to each other. She enjoyed the small interactions she had with both of them. She seemed to run into Fred more than George. He always seemed to make her laugh when she was least expecting it. 

It wasn’t until one twin walked into her store to finally introduce himself that things began to change for her. She heard the soft jingle of the bell and began meandering through the rows of bookshelves to the front of the shop. That’s when she saw him, just standing there taking in her shop. His eyes slowly drifted to her, a smile gracing his lips. “Hi, I’m-” He was cut off by her. “Fred Weasley.” She smiled. He felt as if the world had come to a halt when he heard her voice. Her accent sounded like Fleur’s, but so very enchanting. She took his hand as he stuck it out to her. It was then that he noticed that gloves were still adorning her dainty hands, even inside the warmth of her shop. He had noticed she always wore gloves when she was outside, but it had been cold lately. It would start snowing any day now, most everyone was bundled up when they were out and about. She smiled at him, beginning to introduce herself. He almost butted in with her name, but loved hearing it roll off her tongue. He tried to repeat her name, enunciating the same way she had, causing her to giggle. “Now, Fred, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, giving him a shy smile. “Just wanted to see my favourite neighbour.” He grinned as she wrinkled her nose at him, trying to hide a small blush. 

After his first stop at her shop, Fred started to make it a point to wander over to her shop as she was closing up. Their brief conversations lead to having tea and just talking for hours. He made it his mission to make her laugh, the sound like music to his ears. Stopping in to see her soon became a daily habit. She quickly started to look forward to Fred stopping in every day. She often found herself counting down the hours until she could close up, knowing Fred would greet her at the door as she flipped the sign to ‘closed’. She was grateful to have Fred as a friend, though she knew she wanted more. He quickly won her heart. His jokes always made her laugh, so did the harmless pranks he pulled on her. His blatant flirting always caught her off guard, but she loved it. She often found herself subtly flirting back. She tried to keep him at a distance, and seemed to fail at it. She wasn’t sure if it was to save her own feelings or to protect him from herself. A friend was one thing, but a lover or anything more, that was something she could never have. No one would want her when they found out her secret. She was afraid to let people in, to share more about herself, specifically the curse that plagued her for her whole life. She couldn’t bear the weight of the rejection. Yet she couldn’t ever seem to say no to Fred. She couldn’t keep herself tucked away from him. She leaned into any gentle touches, trying to convince herself that the touches were just friendly. 

 It was a moody and cold night that Fred had asked her to dinner and she couldn’t bring herself to say no to him or herself. As always, she seemed to have an enormous soft spot for the man.  She had grown used to him being around. She found being in his company comforting. She enjoyed being close to him, enjoying his warmth. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel so alone. Even if Fred was just her friend, she was thankful to the sense of belonging he brought to her despite everything. They had spent hours talking and laughing over dinner. They always seemed to have plenty to talk about, even if they saw each other every day. Over the past few months, Fred had noticed that she never took her gloves off. He wasn’t sure why. Was it a germ thing? Was she insecure about her hands? She had mentioned that she had done countless failed spells but never elaborated on how or why they failed. Was there damage done to her hands from a spell backfiring? He had many questions about it, but never asked. He wasn’t sure how she would react. He didn’t want to ruin the night. He could listen to her talk for hours. Her accent always caught and held his attention. They could be in the loudest pub and she would still hold all of his attention. They finally left as the restaurant was closing. She hadn’t realised how much time had gone by. He led her out, his hand on the small of her back. She felt her stomach flutter at his touch and the pressure of his hand firm but soft. As he was walking her home, he grabbed her gloved hand, intertwining their fingers. This was the first moment that her heart truly began to yearn for more. The first time in such a long time. She had longed for friends as a child, longed for normalcy in her life, but now it was him. She longed for anything more than their friendship. She had never felt someone’s skin with her bare hands, never experienced such a small act of intimacy. They walked in silence, but she found herself stepping closer to him, bringing their joined hands slightly in front of her body so she could hold onto his arm with her other hand. She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Thank you, Fred. I had a great time with you.” She said quietly as they came to a stop in front of her door. “Thanks for coming, love.” He smirked, giving her a wink. “Fred!” She smacked his chest gently, causing him to laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love?” She nodded, turning to her door. “Bonne nuit, Fred.” She gave him a smile. “I don’t know what that was, but you can talk dirty to me anytime.” He grinned. “Goodnight, Fred!” She laughed, shaking her head. “G’night, love!” He shouted as he made his way to his door. She locked her door behind her, still smiling to herself. What was she getting herself into? 

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when Fred had finally asked the question she had been dreaded for the last six months. “Hey, love. Why do you always wear gloves?” His voice startled her as she was placing new products on the shelves. She took a quiet breath, preparing herself, trying to force down the feeling of panic. She turned to find him standing right behind, a small sigh leaving her lips. “I-, well,” She paused, she had never told anyone of the curse that plagued her, her whole life. Only her parents knew. She kept it a secret, it was easier that way. She preferred to be thought of as weird for wearing gloves, rather than having people fear or pity her. “Freddie.” She whispered, looking up to meet his gaze. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t sure what to say, that she was struggling. “I’m sorry, you don’t ha-.” She cut him off before he could finish. “I cannot touch anything living or dead with my bare hands.” She whispered, looking up to meet Fred’s eyes. The words spilled out of her mouth. His hand came up to cup her cheek, noticing the change in her demeanour. Her eyes closed for a moment, savouring his touch. “Why?” He pressed as she turned to press a kiss to his palm. “Just the slightest brush of my fingertips will take the life from anything living. My touch can bring someone back, but to do so is to bind their life and their soul to mine. And mine to theirs. But I-. I can’t save someone from the fate I brought upon them.” She felt her bottom lip tremble as she spoke. She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes. She was terrified of what he would say, what he would do. She waited for him to turn and walk out the door, but he didn’t. Anyone would, and he probably should. He could easily take it all back now, before it was too late. Before she was too attached to him. He swiped his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear that she hadn’t realised had fallen. Her hand came up to his, gripping it. The thin material of her glove separating their hands. She thought of a thousand things that Fred could say or do, but she didn’t think this would happen. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She froze at first, slightly shocked. It only took a moment for her to kiss him back. She brought her hand to his face, cupping his cheek. The kiss was gentle, lasting only a few moments. He pulled away resting his forehead against hers. “Fred.” She whispered, shaking her head slightly. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out of this. He pressed another kiss to her lips. “That doesn’t change a thing. Doesn’t change how I feel.” He whispered, pulling her into his chest. He always seemed to know what she was thinking before she could even say it. “Will you stay?” She whispered, breathing in his cologne. “Of course, love. Always.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “I meant tonight, Freddie.” She said, pulling back from the embrace to look at him. “Yes, absolutely.” He grinned, stealing another kiss from her lips. 

She went with him when he went into hiding, spending her days with the order. It was a quick, stolen kiss that seemed to push her into her gift. Images flash before her eyes and her lips begin to move. “You, Fred Weasley, will be the greatest blessing or the most devastating curse.” She gasped, tearing away from Fred. “Je suis desole, I tried to stop it.” She whispered, staring at him with wide eyes. The images replayed in her head. The flashes, the horrible images she saw. He would die and it seemed like there was nothing she could do to stop it. She prayed that what she saw was wrong, that it was just a small possibility and not an absolute. She couldn’t lose him, not now, not ever. She shared her heart and soul with this man, she would willingly give her life for his if she could. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, she could feel her heart breaking. She would lose him, she wouldn’t be able to protect him, but she may be able to save him. Only if she got there in time. There was a chance that she could save him. But what would be the cost? She realised that she didn’t care. She would gladly pay it. She didn’t realise that she was trembling until Fred had pulled her to his chest. “Whatever you just saw, it will be okay.” He murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her fingers dug into his shirt as she stood there breathing him in. “I love you.” She mumbled into his chest, the words almost inaudible with how she was burying her face into his shirt. She almost expected him to make light of the situation, maybe make a joke to snap her out of her current state. “Je t’aime.” Fred butchered the pronunciation, but her heart fluttered at his use of her native language. A small giggle came from her. The warmth in her heart, momentarily, pushing away the dreadful vision and thoughts. “Was it that bad? I practised!” 

She spent the remaining months researching while Harry was off finding horcruxes. She scavenged through every last resource she could find. She asked Hermoine to keep a lookout for any old books if possible. Hermoine had sent her three books, two almost helpful, but not. The third one from the Black house was exactly what she needed. She didn’t find a way to reverse her curse, but she now knew what she had to do if her vision was true. She wasn’t sure if she was prepared to do what needed to be done, but she at least understood what would happen if she did. The spell would be taxing, it would drain her of all her energy and possibly more. There was a chance that it could fail and she would die. If she were to save him, she would need to essentially meld their souls together, split them both in half to share between the two. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, but she knew she couldn’t let him out of her sight. She would have very little time to act, such a small window before it would be too late. Fred found her in their room, mulling over the old, yellowing book. “Find anything, love?” He asked, standing in the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. Her eyes met his when she tore her gaze from the book. “Nothing that I’m looking for.” She lied. She felt bad, lying to Fred. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell him what she knew. She was surprised that she had been able to mute her prophecy, in a sense. She was able to twist it to a statement, instead of rambling out the events and key details. She knew it in her head, but Fred only knew the words that came out of her mouth. He often didn’t ask about what she meant on the few occasions this had happened. She often didn’t remember what she said when she fell into a prophecy. But this one was different. It was like a permanent scar on her heart, a constant replay in her mind. She couldn’t forget it and, despite the pain, she was thankful that she hadn’t. If remembering was the reason she was able to save Fred, she would live with the pain until that day. She would sacrifice anything for him. 

It was in the next month that he asked her to marry him. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just the two of them. She wore the ring on a delicate chain around her neck most days. She owned very few gloves that the ring would fit over. She longed for nothing more than to be able to feel his skin under her fingers, to know what his hair felt like when she ran her fingers through it. Fred was, well, he was something else. He loved her for everything that she was. He loved her despite not being able to touch her hands. He loved her even when she went into trances. He could have swore she hung the moon in the sky herself. She didn’t think she could ever repay him for how unconditionally he loved her, despite everything. She wished she could. She wished they could have some sense of normalcy, she wished she could touch him.

Her heart pounded in her chest the day they went to Hogwarts, waiting for the worst to happen. She had tried the whole night to stay close to him, but it was so hard in all the chaos. Her body ached. She had been thrown to the ground countless times. She had been hit by more curses than she cared to admit. Perhaps it was dumb luck that she was still alive, but she hadn’t been hit by a curse to take her life… yet. She couldn’t let that happen. Not until she saved him. She didn’t care what happened to her as long as he was okay. He needed to be okay. She lost him once or twice, panic running through her. She needed to be close to him. She couldn’t let him out of her sight. She couldn’t lose him. The first person she let in. The first person she wasn’t afraid would run from her if they found out what she was unfortunately capable of. The first person to love her, and really love her. The first person who wasn’t afraid of her touching them with gloved hands. She lost him again when she was hit by another curse. All of the air left her body when she hit the ground. She wasn’t sure she could get up, the pain was unbearable. The pain in her ribs made her think that she had finally broken something. She rolled over, pushing herself to her feet. She was sure her body was going to give out from the pain. Every step seemed to awaken a new pain in a new part of her body. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, desperately looking for Fred. 

She finally spotted him on the battlefield, running to him. Her legs were protesting the exertion, but she kept moving. The pain in her ribs made it hard to breathe, let alone stand. She pushed herself further, trying to get to him. A scream left her lips when she saw the curse hit him. The pain, the heartbreak threatened to freeze her in her tracks when he hit the ground. She kept running, peeling her gloves off as she got closer to where he lay. She was oblivious to curses being thrown her way, too caught up in the only thing she could do. She fell to the ground when her body jerked, another scream leaving her lips at the pain. She could feel the blood soaking into her shirt, her hand coming up to the wound, wincing at the slight touch. She forced herself to move, scrambling on her hands and knees to get to Fred. That’s when she saw him, George running for his twin. She cursed to herself as she cast stupify at the man, sending him flying back, hoping she didn’t hurt him. She just needed space, needed to focus. She couldn’t have George near her, near Fred. She wasn’t willing to risk anyone besides herself. There was a chance this wouldn’t work. It could all go horribly wrong. Her hands trembled, reaching for Fred’s face. She froze, her heart aching as she looked down at the man that she loved. His chest was still, his face covered in dirt and blood. He was gone. Her tears started to fall, but she forced herself to focus. She had to do this. This was the only way. She couldn’t lose him. She cupped his face in her hands, her head falling to his chest. She began to chant the incantation, trying to block out the sounds around her. The screams, the maniacal laughter, and George yelling. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, the words not registering as she focused on the spell. Moments passed in what felt like hours, her body fighting with her will. The pain was getting to be too much, but she was so close. She was almost done, her body slumped onto Fred’s as she felt her energy draining. A scream left her lips as she sat straight up before the world faded to black.

She woke to the sound of hushed voices, muffled sobs, and groans of pain around her. Her breath caught in her throat. Where was she? Did it work? Did she save him? The last thing she remembered was passing out, exerting all of her energy into the spell. A hand squeezed hers, a panic coming over her at the feeling. It was a new feeling, one she had always longed for, one she feared. She ripped her hand away, trying to sit up. She whimpered, falling back to the ground. “Easy, love.” A familiar voice whispered, a hand brushing against her cheek. The voice registered but it couldn’t be… She opened her eyes, letting out a shaky breath that caught in her throat. There he was, leaning over her. He reached out, taking her hand again. His fingers laced with hers, her hands bare. Tears sprang to her eyes and she pushed herself up, ignoring the pain. She slid her hand from his grasp, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She whispered into his neck. “Love, you saved me.” His voice was filled with a sense of awe. He peeled away from her, grabbing her hand. She stared at him, a sense of wonder settling in. He pressed her bare palm to his cheek, giving her a soft smile. She brought her other hand up, cupping both sides of his face. “I can’t live in this world without you, Fred.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. The kiss was passionate, though short. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, more than anything.” He whispered. She pushed her fingers through his hair, smiling. She never thought she would be able to touch him, not like this. Fred gently laid her back down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.