#doing this made me realize idk what anyone's nose looks like😭😭

[kibellah]

tagged by @cryptcombat and @dekarios for this super cute picrew, tysm 🫶🫶

raven x ric pre-HB | raven x daniel when she returns - fallen hero if

florence x daeran - p: wotr | ellie x dante - remember you will die if

tagging: @aztarion @rosymorns @pollard-zero @kirnet

@nightwardenminthara @nsewell @gonesoft-ish

@druidgroves @lavampira @astrovagrant @agentnatesewell and anyone else who'd like to do this <3

[hw4-l1z]

hi! I was the one who requested the "fuck the stress out of me" fic. I loved it so much omg I was just reading it for like the 15th time. I got another one if you don't mind

<3 take you time with it tho <3

instrumentalist reader and hyunjin. hyunjin has always admired reader's fingers, how they would move so flexibly on a violin, or so fast on a piano. he sends a text to one of his members like ("omg his fingers I swear. i'm so jealous of his future partner") or smth along those lines, but he accidentally sends it to mn. and then mn fingers him so damn well.

sincerely, me, a violinist, living vicariously through this.

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Idk much about instruments so...sorry I tried😭

Sub!hyunjin x Dom!m!reader

Cw: fingering// hyunjin almost has a panic attack// spit as lube// finger sucking// mentions of saliva// handjob//

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Hyunjin= purple text

Reader= green text

It was a simple little mistake. His stupid ass fingers clicked the wrong contact. He hadn't realized until he got a message from you, seeing that your message had made no sense he clicked on the notification thinking maybe YOU text the wrong person.

His heart fucking dropped. His confused expression turned into a face of pure fear. There he saw that his message that was meant for felix was instead sent to you. He was so embarrassed face turning red as he read over his own message again and again.

It was a picture of your hands whilst you were playing the piano followed by:

"HOLY SHIT HIS HANDS HIS FUCKING HANDS, HIS FINGERS AHHHH I NEED THEM IN ME NOW"

"His future partner is gonna be so fucking lucky GOD I'M JEALOUS"

How could he be so stupid. He should've properly looked at the contact he was sending these texts to ESPECIALLY since they were horny ones. It's common for him and lix to send messages thirsting over men but now he's not sure he wants to be doing that anymore. He reads over your message.

"Ummm...thank you?? Was that meant for me?"

He was about to reply apologising before the speech bubble appears signalling that you're typing.

"Hyunjin?"

"Are you still in the building? Where are you I wanna talk to you"

His heart begins to pound in his chest, his breathing picks up as his eyes well up with tears. He's about to have a panic attack. He can't believe this is happening. He wants to message you back but the other part of him wants to block your number and avoid you for the rest of his life. But he loves you too much to cut you out his life like that so he decides to message back.

"Y/n, I'm so fucking sorry"

"I'm still here I'm in chan-hyung's studio"

"It's alright let me just talk to you, come back to the room"

"Please"

He stand up on shaky legs as he leaves the studio room and towards the room you're in. He stands outside the door for a minute, trying to calm himself down and wipe away his tears. He builds up the courage finally, knocking on the door lightly before opening the door. You're sitting there patiently wating on the small couch in the room. You look up at him and tell him to sit down next to you.

"Hyunjin...I-"

He cuts you off before you can speak "Y/n I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I promise I wasn't trying to be weird, I understand if you think I'm gross but I just wanna apologise, it was wrong and weird and out of order and-"

"HYUNJIN" you shout, shutting him up quickly. "Slow down, take a breath...I'm not mad at you I just wanna know...who exactly have you been sending those messages to" you quirk up a brow. You knew about his crush on you but you never knew he was sending his horny thoughts about you to someone.

"Ummm...felix..." He says shyly. "Felix? You thirst over me to Felix? Hmm" you look away surprised. "Does he do the same? Not about me but does he thirst over anyone to you?" You ask.

A little smile grew on his lips, realizing you're more interested than mad, "yeah" he laughs through his nose "he thirsts over channie-hyung alot".

"Hmm I'm not surprised to be honest...so you wanna talk about what you said hmm?" You said smirking at him. His eyes widen as he turns to face you "talk about it? Like what?" He questions.

"Well maybe talk about what exactly you meant, what you want me to do with them" you give him a teasing grin. His face flushes as he sees you moving closer to him slowly. "Do I have to say it? You read it yourself you know what I want" he looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"I wanna hear it for myself. Tell me what you want darling" you say, your face now nearly touching his, your noses brushing lightly against eachothers. "I...want you to use your hands on me" he breathes, going for the kiss before you pull yourself back, pushing him away a little. "Ah ah ah, not what those messages said. I'll give you what you want if you just use your words and tell me what you really want".

You raise your eyebrows up at him quickly, urging him to say it. He looks at the ground before quietly saying "want you to finger me". You shake your head, hooking a finger under his chin and making him look you in the eyes "louder and more clear" you rasp. He gives you a frustrated look before finally saying it "I want you to finger me please" he begs louder this time. "Good boy" you say as you tap his cheek.

Your lips crash onto his, moving him back until he's laying down. Your hips pressing into his so perfectly as your tongue enters into his mouth. He moans into the kiss as one of your hands move down his body, cupping his length. You begin to lightly squeeze and rub it from outside his shorts as he squirms under you.

You waste no time as you begin to yank off his shorts and underwear leaving him in just his shirt. His cock leaking against his lower abdomen as you spread open his legs. You stick two fingers into his mouth to wet them, swirling them around as he sucks and coats them perfectly. Once you feel they're wet enough you pull them from his mouth a string of saliva connecting your fingers and his lips. You move your hand down and in-between his legs, pressing them against his puckered hole. You rub it gently before slowly sliding on of your long slender fingers into him, it reaches further than he can reach with his own and it feels so fucking good.

You slip in a second finger before you begin to slowly move them in and out of him. Your other hand wrapping around his weeping cock, stroking it at the same pace as your fingers inside him. He moves his hands behind his back to lift his hips up and give himself more leverage to make it easier for you. Your fingers are pumping into him faster now, moving at such a pleasurable pace as your hand on his cock does the same.

You curl your fingers up as the pads of your fingers press against his prostate deliciously as his hips buck up with a loud moan. He looks gorgeous. Such a mess and all because of your fingers. You lean back down whilst your hands are still working rapidly, kissing his deep and full of lust. His head is spinning, the feeling of his hole being used and the warmth around his cock is all too much. He can already feel himself about to cum. He knows it's quick but he just can't help how good he feels.

His eyes roll back as his jaw slacks open, you pull away from him slightly, watching the look on his face as he cums all over his tummy. A strained moan leaving him as his body tenses through it. Once his body relaxes again he's panting and jerking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. Your cock twitching in your pants at the sight of it all.

"Care to help me now?"

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[eddiesghxst]

do you or have you ever played gta 5? i’m on a kick from it. i never play video games (besides sims 4) but my brother is a heavy video game player, wants to be in the business programming and all that so he introduced me to it. but i have a huge crush on one of the characters who’s a little more controversial just because he’s crazy but he’s also such a loser. Trevor Philips. in fucking love.

Eddie and Trevor are complete idiot losers. however, i like to dig into how crazy Trevor is and how soft it’s canon that he gets for those he loves. I like to think that Eddie is the same way. Yes protective but maybe because he has never had a girl he loves this fiercely, he holds on to her like a porcelain doll. Anyone that looks in her way, anyone. any friend no matter how good has no fucking business looking in her way if it’s nothing but good.

there’s no way he can be cannoned as weak, he’ll get into a fist fight if it means someone made you even doubt yourself, he’ll come home with a broken nose and fuck your security back to the top where it belongs. he’ll walk a million miles carrying you if it meant you didn’t want to.

🫶 anon

god he's so whipped, this is true

ALSO i just wanna add, i was rewatching season 4 for the 50th time whilst writing and idk why i never paid attention and realized wayne has a thick ass southern accent and i'm blaming it on me being from texas and that being the norm for me😭

BUT THAT BEING SAID i like to imagine wayne passed a bit of his southern tendencies onto eddie

and one thing about southern people is they don’t fuck around when it comes to people they love okay and we can already see that with the way wayne was so protective over eddie

SO (bear with me) obviously wayne and eddie only had each other and were tight-knit in some manner, but when you come along ?? god, eddie is on ten

that man will a thousand percent call anyone out if they’re eyeing you for too long. he puts his hand in your back pocket when you’re walking together, or he makes you slip a finger through his belt loop. when you stop at the gas station and eddie gives you some money to get a snack, he intently watches through the window as he pumps the gas, just waiting for someone to get too close to you so he can walk in there and tell them to fuck off

and he knows you can take care of yourself, he knows you can fend off any annoying asshole that can’t take a hint, but he can’t help the knee jerk reaction he has when anyone tries to fuck with what’s his. so yeah, he’s protective (maybe too protective sometimes), but it’s all out of love and he looks cute when he’s disgruntled so it’s a win win.

and ofc wayne’s southern ass is protective over you too, it’s like you’ve got your own little grumpy guards🥰

also no i have not played GTA, should i look into it ??👀 i’m highkey thinking abt getting into gaming🤭 i like mortal kombat but i’ve only played the mobile app and i also fw COD bc….ik y’all seen ghost and könig and price and and and— god they’re all so fuckin fine bye

[rosenallies]

Wolfnetra comforting Sasha when she has nightmares 🥺

Idk if u wanted this as a prompt but I just had to 😗😌🫶🏻😌someone tell me what I should call this au tho 😭

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By nature, wolves are heavy sleepers, almost nothing rousing them from a deep sleep. Anetra didn’t find herself to be an exception to this rule, until Sasha came into her life. Even when she had insisted she stay on the couch, Anetra woke up randomly throughout the night; when Sasha had finally agreed to sleep alongside Anetra, she had realized she was waking up in time with Sasha’s nightmares. It was no use in asking her why she never attempted to wake Anetra herself for comfort, Sasha was funny that way, never wanting to inconvenience Anetra in any way.

It was like clockwork, Sasha would have a nightmare and before she even woke herself, Anetra was softly rubbing her arms and cooing, her warm hands providing a sense of safety and tenderness.

“Are you alright?” Anetra asked one night, after a particularly bad seeming nightmare that left Sasha shivering from more than the cold Earth air around her.

Sasha nodded, but her eyes were still wide and fear stricken, Anetra imagined if her pretty lavender eyes could fill with tears, they would. The wolf had kept to herself that she had imprinted on Sasha, afraid of scaring her away, but she could tell immediately the nod was farce, she could feel Sasha’s fear in her own body.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to talk, but I can tell you’re still shaken up.”

“I’m sorry,” Sasha squeaked, wringing her shaking hands in her lap. Anetra took them in hers, pressing her lips to each palm.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. What can I do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied quietly, head hung low.

With gentle hands, Anetra turned her gaze to meet her own. “I promise to keep you safe no matter what, okay? I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, Anetra remembered the first time Sasha saw her in her wolf form. Instead of being frightened, she gingerly stroked her fur and quietly said it made her feel safe. “Sash, do you remember when you said you felt safe around me in my wolf form? Would it help now?”

Sasha looked at her with a wide eyed gaze. “Is that weird?”

“No, of course not,” Anetra assured her, “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Perhaps we could try it?”

Anetra kissed her cheek softly. “Of course. I won’t be able to talk, but you can lay with me on the floor?”

Nodding silently, Sasha clutched the blanket to her chest to savor some of Anetra’s leftover body heat as she left the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut as Anetra transformed, unable to fathom how it wasn’t painful, no matter how many times Anetra promised her it wasn’t.

When she opened her eyes, Anetra in her wolf form was nose to nose with her. No matter how many times she’s seen it, Sasha was always enamored with Anetra as a wolf, never frightened. Her big brown eyes stayed the same, deep and lovely just like they were when she was human. Anetra nudged her cheek with her nose and licked her gently, making Sasha giggle. Anetra then laid on the ground, leaving space for Sasha to lay her head on her belly.

The moment Sasha laid her head down, she felt immediately comforted. She could feel Anetra’s strong beating heart, steady and rhythmic adding to her comfort. Burying her fingers in Anetra’s fur, Sasha sighed blissfully.

“Thank you, Netra,” she sighed.

[taylortruther]

I just realized that I have no idea what I look like?? Like I know I have brown eyes and long brown hair but anything else, I don’t know- like I don’t know if my shoulders are considered broad or not, I dont know what my face shape is, I don’t know if I have a long face or a small face, I don’t know what my body type is, I don’t know if my nose is small or big, if my eyes are small, like hshshs it’s so annoying cause I’ll see TikToks that are like ‘ the hairstyle for each face shape’ and I’m like, I don’t know what my face shape is and I look at images and stuff and I just can’t figure it out 😭😭

Is this something that other people experience?? Like do you know anyone who has had these thoughts or is this just super bizarre? Sorry I know this is something I should be asking Reddit but Reddit scares me . You’re much kinder, but you can be honest haha 😅

ok first of all: DON'T FIGURE IT OUT! don't define yourself or your body by shapes, because i think you'll be happier and more confident in the long run if you try to understand your body intuitively and do what feels right to you.

ok here's more more detailed answer:

yes, i totally relate to this! because, frankly, most people do not fit into one "shape" or "size." like, i have multiple pant sizes. i have a strangely sized body: big boobs, small rib cage, curvy hips, no waist, and i'm short. nothing fits me the way it "should" and i know this is true for lots of people for various reasons. and honestly, thinking my body "should" look a certain way is ruinous to your self-esteem.

best example i can think of: i've always liked my hip dips. i never knew what they were called, and i thought they kinda made me unique and pretty sexy lmao. come to find out recently that "eliminating hip dips" is a HUGE trend right now, and lots of people find them ugly, attack them on tiktok and instagram, etc. i had no idea that there was anything wrong with them and fortunately i have some body confidence so i still like mine. but it's just... idk. that's what my body looks like!! let's just let our bodies be bodies as they are instead of trying to fit them into a literal perfect shape.

so TLDR: don't figure it out. it's okay. your body is your body and you deserve to look the way you do now, as you are, no changes and not strategies to look "snatched" or "ideal."

love to you, bestie :*

[rodolfoparras]

Leni is so very precious and ofc there is some angst💔 her bio dad died when she was very very young, bio mom started drinking a bunch to try drowning her sorrows about her husband dying.

Unfortunately she stopped really caring for Leni🙁 eventually the mom dies, Leni at first doesn't understand her mama is gone and she rushes out to find someone to help wake her mama up😭

(sloppy writing for Price and Leni because girl dad Price🙁❤)

Price is down by a small river after a mission, camp is just behind him, he's washing all the dirt and grime off. Suddenly a little fawn girl is standing beside him, holding a bunny plush in her arms, brown eyes staring at him with a mix of fear and curiosity. Fawns typically keep to themselves so Leni has never really seen a human before, it was scary but she found the man interesting

She watches him for a few moments, head tilting to the side, like when a puppy doesn't understand something. Price simply stares back at her with a soft smile, reaching over and ruffling her hair a little, which causes her to pout. "what are you doing out here, kid? Are you on your own?" Price was a little worried about her, she seems so young and he can't see any adults with her.

Leni is in the middle of fixing her hair when Price asks his question, her deer ears twitching a few times before suddenly perking up. "Mama is sick... You can help, yes?" She didn't give him much time to reply, grabbing his wrist and attempting to drag him towards her home. Price follows along, worried about the kid and her mother, he may not be a doctor but he could possibly help.

"Mama been asleep awhile... She won't wake up no matter what. She must be very sick..." Hearing Leni's words made Price momentarily freeze, realizing that her mother was most definitely dead and Leni just didn't understand.

"kid...I don't think I can wake your mama up" he said in a soft tone, kneeling down to her level and gently resting a hand on her little shoulder. Leni stared up at him with tearful eyes, lip quivering slightly as she struggled to speak. "no... Mama has to wake up... I... She..." A part of Leni knew her mother was gone but she really didn't want to accept it.

Price gently pulled the crying girl in his arms, trying to offer what little support he could. Price couldn't find the words to say so he stayed silent. As Leni's sobs died down, he gently pulled back to look at her, his heart aching as he saw her tear soaked face and eyes all puffy and red. "Do you have anyone else you can live with, kid?"

Leni shook her head no as she wiped her runny nose with her dress sleeve. "Papa left awhile too... Don't have anyone but Bun Bun..." She gestured to the plush held tightly in her arms

Price thought things over for a moment, coming to a decision. He couldn't leave her on her own so for now, he'll take her back to base with the taskforce. She'll be safe there until he can figure out a better solution. "alright, you're gonna stay wirh me for a bit, how's that sound kid?"

Leni was hesitant, she really didn't know this man but... She didn't have anyone else either and he was pretty nice. "mm okay... I'm Leni, by the way" she held out her little hand for him to shake. Price smiled, gently taking her small hand in his rough one, shaking it slightly. "I'm John Price"

Idk if it's that good but I haven't like fully written in awhile hhh I mostly do rp 😭

-🌱

The way this had me tearing up” don’t have anyone else but bun bun” 😭 the way I’d give her the stars and the moon to make her feel less lonely in that moment please 😭 but I absolutely love prices fatherly instincts and how he didn’t hesitate to help a kid in need even though he doesn’t really know what to do in the moment :(

But also price growing more comfortable in his parental role as time passes and being the one who understands leni the most and who knows all her likes and dislikes how to calm her down what to do when she isn’t up for having lunch and so on and so forth 🥹

[rhyske]

oh my god, Belphie is such a sweetheart! I love the little black spot on his nose and it looks like he has eyeliner and that is too cute! oh so when i called him escape artist i wasn't too far of huh? haha

I have 3 cats and one was an accident. My mom wanted a ragdoll so we got Tex, and we also got Slinky (a black house cat) so she would have a friend. Then I found a grey stray in my village and I took him in and named him Totmes, my baby. the girls don't like him very much (eww boys!🤢). Totmes and Slinky love the balcony but especially Totmes, he'll be there all day in the sun and I worry the sun will melt his brain or something.

So far Mass Effect is all right but I think I've come to the conclusion that I like fantasy more than sci-fi but maybe I am wrong and I'll be obsessed with it in a minute. The romance options for ME1 are... not great but I am planning to romance Liara in the first one at least and see how it turns out and then I might pursue someone else when the options open up in the second game. My brother played femshep and romanced Garrus so I want to do something different than that even tho he's so cool. For roleplay purposes I'll have Garrus as more of a best friend character to my femshep.

that's how I approached it in dragon age too. Varric was Hawke's bestie and Fenris was OBVIOUSLY the romance option cause he's just that good imo. In inquisition, Dorian was Lavellan's best friend and Solas was her romance option because of the DramaTM.

I try to play my characters as separate from me so sometimes I choose the mean option and I'm just like I'M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO BE MEAN BUT SHE WOULD SAY THAT AAAA. Lavellan was pretty grumpy at the end... well the beginning too because she never wanted to be the inquisitor.

ANYWAY mass effect has been difficult because the full dialogue isn't really what i expect from the little text option. sometimes it feels like the choices doesn't matter? idk but i'll figure it out!

this is the first time I've properly played D&D so it's a bit of a learning experience for me! what did you use to play as? ^^ 💜

He's precious 🥰 Haha, yeah, no, literally half an hour after I responded to you I found the front door open and him nowhere to be found. He's safe, he realized we found out and came running back 😂

Does Totmes have a lot of brain cells? Could be they are actually melting. I joke that Belphie killed his last brain cell when, the first day we got him, he forgot cars have windows and tried jumping out, only to smack his head into the window. I love when cats kinda choose you as their owner and not the other way around 😆 Your cats sound so precious 💕

I definitely think ME1 is the weakest of all the games. I wasn't super invested in it my first time around (and it's still a bit more of a chore to get through whenever I replay), so I don't blame you there. Just hold out until ME2, it's the game that made me fall in love with the series. Yeah the romances...are very lacking in 1. They branch out so much in 2 and 3.

GASP YOU ARENT GONNA ROMANCE GARRUS??? As someone who is a rabid Shakarian fan and can't romance anyone but the dumb turian boy, I am obligated to say you are making a mistake 😂 But if Garrus didn't exist, I'd probably romance Liara so 😆 Thane is also a good contender, you'll meet him in 2 😏

Dorian was my Lavellan's BFF too! I always imagine one going to the other like "GIRL GUESS WHAT." Tali/Liara always end up being my Shep's BFF. I imagine them having girl nights and gossiping a lot 😆

I didn't like how Inquisition just....ignored your origin. Like, when you play as a Lavellan, you don't follow the Maker. You might not even know how most shemlan cities operate! And you want me to be your religious idol??? No thanks! But nothing is ever done about it and it's frustrating.

I always tend to play as if I was in the MC's shoes. And it's helped me learn a lot about myself, tbh. But I can't be mean to most characters cause it makes me feel bad 😭 Unless they deserve it.

Choices do matter (: You'll see your choices echo through the games, in what ways you can approach missions (Paragon vs Renegade) and how people remember you (if you were rude or polite). How much attention you put into your teammates is a big mechanic in 2, for example. It's hard to see how your choices change things until 2, since y'know, first game and all. Keep at it!

I played as an elf rogue my first, and only time, playing DnD. That was my first ever exposure to DnD, so I knew nothing. Now that I know a lot more, I wanna play again and really lean into the roleplay and the shenanigans. Who are you playing as? :D

[kings-paintbrush]

YIPEEEEE TY GUYS OK OK OK SOOOOO

PART ONE: MY DRSELF (you’ve sucked yourself into my autistic vortex, you will not escape)

When I first shift it’s to Avengers 1, I wake up in this like all white medical room. Bc my powers activated on the 2nd day Loki was on earth (or the first, either way the news hasn’t reached my ears yet from all the way in atlanta)

I change ALOT of stuff in my dr and that’s for the better tbh, but first; my drself!! This drawing is from like June of 2022 so it’s bad but I’m planning a slight redesign to make it look a little more like me (bigger nose, different eye shape, darker skin tone)

I would add the picrews I made but I don’t feel like finding the picrew links 😭😭 edit: yes I drew this!! I have an art blog if anyone’s interested!

anyways, my hero name is “Dream Trotter”. I can Visit and Manipulate people’s dreams, have the occasional prothetic dream, and pull people into a weird state between being awake and asleep

ALSO I HAVE A MAGIC FUCKING DREAM HORSE. Don’t ask me why. We’re a package deal (I hate country music and being outside and I’m not a horse girl unless mlp counts… but I am the most marketable avenger) I’m so sad I realized I don’t have my andromeda drawings saved, Andromeda is the name of my horse, she doesn’t do much tbh but she’s like an overgrown cat.

so, you’re probably wondering “how did you get such cool, awesome powers?” AND FOR THAT I NOW NEED TO PUSH MY AGENDA UPON ALL OF YOU. Near the time that Disney Plus dropped, me and my family all watched The 90’s X-men Series! This comic accurate wonder of a show. If any of you enjoy the X-men “movies” if you can even call them that. You’re wrong. Just wrong. (unlesss it’s the 3 wolverine movies, they’re amazing, they ONLY managed to get him and him alone right) But Basically, mutants have a dormant ‘mutant X’ gene that activate around puberty. So a theory from a YouTuber (idk who, it’s either new rockstars or that guy with his dog) is what drives my dr. That the Mutant X Gene can be activated by puberty, but also by traumatic/cosmic/magic etc events. (Like Wanda with the bomb and the infinity stone, or Monica being pushed through the hex.)

and apart of this theory is that Nick fury knows about the mutants and has been hiding them (which will be more important when we get to the timeline) but like the main evidence is the fact that Monica Rambeu was so adamant on avoiding blood test, alluding to the fact that something could’ve been going on with her before she was hex.

my powers visually are really trippy, it’s like a lucid dream. https://pin.it/5fbGeet erm anddd IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS PLEASE ASK!!

OK OK THATS PART ONE OF LIKE THREE MAYBE TWO PART THREE MAY JUST BE SCATTERED HEADCANONS BUT NEXT IM ACTUALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT THE PLOT OF MY DR THANK YOU FOR READING MY ESSAY @romanoffshifting @snowdecahdrn @shitty-shifty-shiftblr-blog

PLEASE

I NEED SOMEONE TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT MY MCU DR ITS SO COOL

[hugheshugs]

Can u do 68 and 6 for TZ

im gonna do this one for jack bc u said i could do it for any hughes bros instead :) also idk wtf this is, i could barelyyyy think of anything for the prompts but i tried my best 😭 its kinda funny, alex turcotte guest appearance and turcotte!reader <3

"you're not a very good hockey player."

"can i make your brother my brother?"

you slammed the car door shut as you walked towards the doorstep of the hughes house. your older brother, alex, had been too busy playing video games with jack to pick you up from school. luckily quinn checked the time (better later than never) and came to pick you up without telling anyone, wanting to watch a scene unfold.

"don't get too crazy," quinn warned as he unlocked the door.

you were greeted by screaming from inside and made a face. "totally won't go crazy, quinn. it's not like i stood in the snow for 20 minutes freezing my ass off because my brother forgot to pick me up from school."

"well when you say it like that.." he muttered to himself as you made a beeline for the living room.

the tv remote sat on the cushion beside jack, who hadn't even noticed your arrival. some kind of boyfriend you are, you thought to yourself as you grabbed the remote and turned off the tv.

a chorus of screams filled your ears as the two boys turned to look at you. alex's eyes widened as you glared at him with your arms crossed.

"babe! why'd you turn it off?" jack whined.

"can i make your brother my brother?"

jack furrowed his eyebrows and alex's jaw dropped. "excuse me?"

"you heard me! i waited 20 fucking minutes for you in the snow and you were over here playing video games?" you asked in disbelief.

"it was an accident–"

"accident, my ass," you huffed, plopping down onto the seat beside jack.

"holy fuck, you're so cold," jack realized as he wrapped an arm around you.

"well i just told you guys i was–"

"standing in the snow for 20 minutes, we know," quinn rolled his eyes as he sat next to you.

alex would have been glaring at jack — because of how close he was to you — if it weren't for the situation he was in. he hadn't meant to forget you, it just kind of.. happened. every time he tried apologizing, one of you three cut him off, saying something like i don't wanna hear it.

"just fucking listen to me, y/n!" he raised his voice and you scrunched your nose, leaning forward in your seat to look at him with an accusing look.

jack looked at you with wide eyes and back to his friend. "you're not a very good hockey player."

your brother's eyes crinkled as he gave jack a what the fuck? look. "where did that come from?"

"good hockey players don't leave their siblings out in the cold to die of hypothermia," jack shrugged a shoulder. quinn snorted at his words.

"wha–"

"i don't wanna hear it," you all said in unison, to which alex groaned.

"i'm fucking leaving you out there for real next time."

"but you did leave her this time."

"shut the fuck up, jack."

[rinstars]

MELANCHOLY.

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader

GENRE : Angst. SFW.

TAGS/WARNINGS : Best friends. Mentions of one night stands but nothing detailed or explicit, just literal mentions. Hurt. No comfort. Or maybe a little.

WC : 3.6k+

NOTE : My entry for Violet's (@rintarhoes) "but my feelings" collab hehehe <3 This took a long time because I kept trying to make it as good as I can but in the end idk if I'm satisfied 😭 Anyways I hope you enjoy itttt

It was almost like a reflex—the way your hand reaches to peel your blanket off the moment your alarm rings, your body immediately positioning itself and bracing for the sudden surge of dizziness about to take over your head for a few seconds as a result of standing up so abruptly. The nagging feeling at the back of your head you're so used to ignoring and a voice telling you to just quit it is just as present today too—but you brush it all off.

After all, it's a weekly routine you've gotten used to. And despite the fact that you harbor great love for the way routines help you get your tasks systematically done, you don't suppose you can say the same for this one.

Not that you can do much about it.

Not when it involves Suna Rintarō and the stupid commitment you made. The foolish promise you sealed months ago.

Once you thought of just abandoning him. Maybe leaving him to deal with the troubles he's put himself in—after all, he's grown and it's the consequences of his own actions. But when he pulls you to his lap, hand on your waist as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, the tip grazing the skin of your jaw with a small thank you, all of your hesitations dissolve into nothing but a little thought you spared for the sake of your wellbeing.

Perhaps you really wouldn't be able to leave him alone, especially knowing how clumsy he can get and how he would probably start being unnecessarily mean had you left him to deal with it. You inwardly laugh at the list of possibilities of excuses he'd come up with and the annoying sting returns back in your chest at the realization of how much you really know about your best friend as a result of spending all these years with him.

You're lucky I love you, you jokingly mused to him one day as you help him change the sheets of his bed, tucking the white linen around the corners of his worn-down mattress.

He looked at you for a moment then, the silence drawing out and you thought—no, hoped, that he was about to say something that could possibly change everything about your relationship. But instead, he opted for a smile at you, breathy chuckle following after as he tells you, Yeah, yeah. Just what would I do without you?

That's probably how it began—his stupid five in five or whatever he calls it.

Five steps in five minutes to help him get rid of his one-night stands who according to him, always seem to have something in store every morning they'd wake up in the same bed. They're very demanding, they think it goes beyond a single night of pleasure—that's why you have to help him. You remember looking at him funny over your shoulder when he suddenly brought it up one night while you were cooking him pasta.

"Why do I have to be involved with those types of affairs?" You frowned at him, stirring the pot as you mix the sauce with the pasta, the sting of the metal on the back of your hand as you accidentally touched it nothing when compared to the sting you desperately avoid in your heart.

"Because you're my best friend," He shrugged at you, popping a cheese in his open mouth while bouncing a knee from his position at the table. "Can't trust anyone else about it, y'know?"

"You can't just tell them to leave?"

"No, princess. I need your help," He smirked at you, arms reaching out to call you on his lap. Turning off the stove, you slowly walk over to him, letting him talk you into something so ridiculous with his slender fingers tapping on your waist. He rests a chin on your shoulder, knee bouncing below your thighs. "Will you help me?"

You hesitated for a moment, sucking in a deep breath while the cogs turn in your head. A lot of things tell you it's a bad idea to see him wake up every morning undressed with another woman equally as bare on the bed he takes you to for movie night.

"Rin," you began slowly, as if testing the waters to see how far you can push him. And if he'll hear you out that way you do him. He hums on your shoulder, lips against the dip connecting your neck and shoulders. "Have you ever thought of just—I don't know, stopping these flings?"

His knee never stops bouncing below you, fingertips still drumming against the thin material of your shirt, and without hesitation, he told you that night, "Of course not," he pressed a kiss to your jaw "It's all good fun, takes my mind off a lot of things."

His keys missing from their usual spot at the front door making you snap back to reality, looking around a bit deeper in the kitchen until you found it on the corner of the table. Fishing it out of its position, you tuck it in your pockets.

Great. As for the third step, he'd have an excuse to not take her home, just like he's always asked you to do.

Maybe you should've given up that night. Even as his hold on you only gets tighter when you lay with him, and his kisses even softer every time he does it, you suppose you probably should've just brushed the thoughts that plague your mind. The what-ifs that keep you up at night might be nothing but false hope after all. It should've been clear to you by now that you wouldn't be more than his best friend—hard as you try to always make him happy.

His insistence to keep sleeping around should've hit the nail on the head, the lack of refusal even in your presence a red flag everyone would've started to avoid by now. Yet your stubbornness refuses to back down. You think maybe you'd rather hear it for yourself, the words that will crush you down to nothing but ashes.

Locking the last room in the house, you sigh on your way to the guest room you sleep in every Friday evening. Now, all that's left to do is wait and as you check the time on your phone. It should almost be time.

As if on cue, the door opens to reveal a disheveled Suna Rintarō, shoulders slacked and feet tripping over itself as he makes his way over to you. You hold him by the forearm as soon as he was within your reach, trying to steady him when he slams his body on top of yours.

"Morning," He mumbles in your neck, your fingers caressing the chocolate locks sprawled all over your chest. Then he sleeps in your neck for a few minutes, light breathing being the only sound in the room along with the occasional ruffle of the sheets when he moves to find a more comfortable position.

Around five minutes after Suna's arrival comes the woman of the night, slamming the door open with a sigh of relief at finally finding an unlocked room. The sight inside however makes her stop in her tracks at the sight of you and Suna on the bed.

You quietly bicker for a few minutes. Her insisting on you to wake him up and drive her home and you telling her to just give it up and go home. The same type of headache you receive every week—but the quiet rumble of Suna's chest against yours when the door closes, his laugh echoing in the room before kissing you on the lips as a sign of gratitude makes you think it's all worth it.

He makes you feel very appreciated, very loved.

Until he suddenly tells you one night that it's fine to not drop by on Friday evening. That he will take care of the morning after himself and for the first time in 6 months he wouldn't need your help. He wouldn't be barging in the guest room at 7 in the morning trying to find escape in your arms as he lets you deal with the aftermath.

He said it so casually too. While he was eating ramen on a convenience store table beside you as you both look over the glass walls to watch the people passing the glistening pavement wet from the rain.

It takes you a beat, or two, or three to respond. Only finding the voice you were starting to lose when he nudges an elbow at you—not to find an answer but to drink from the carton of milk you've long since abandoned. You guess he just assumed you'd immediately get it. After all, there's no reason for you to question it.

Aren't you supposed to be happy? The routine of weekly torture finally setting you free. You wouldn't have to see the face of the next woman he would send to the moon while you endure hearing the noises you didn't even want to imagine on the room just two doors away from his.

You wanted to ask why but you didn't. For now, it might be better to just let it be quietly. Suspicions are the last thing you'd want from him. You believed you'd find the answer sooner or later and he'll laugh to you about how his first experience in kicking a girl he slept with the night before went.

But when curiosity got the best of you and you drove to his house that morning he told you not to—the drop of your heart that seemingly echoed throughout the whole space of your car when the woman you were expecting to retreat from his house alone, comes out instead with a hand around her waist was way louder than any of the alarm that went off in your head every other morning you had been here.

A foolish part of you trusted Suna too much, thinking he probably decided to be a gentleman for once—taking the girls home for the good time they've spent together albeit short.

Yet how do you keep denying what's so painfully clear in front of you?

How do you keep averting your eyes at her face all over his Instagram stories, slowly taking over the ones he shared of you? What other position do you have in the life of someone whose time is now spent with someone other than you?

He tells you all about her like he doesn't hear your heart splitting into two with every word that falls from his lips—those you wish to hear for yourself but never do. He asks you out to join them on a picnic date, come over for a movie night, like he doesn't see the sting behind your eyes and the sudden glisten of your irises. Maybe he doesn't, maybe he does. And as long as you are concerned, you can't show more than you already did.

Suna had a way of looking at you and knowing exactly what lies beneath the surface you're trying so hard to maintain and you're afraid if you give him enough chance to dive deeper, he'd rip you open piece by piece until there's nothing left of you.

So you distance yourself from him.

Slowly but efficiently. The excuses you make all but reused and unbelievable but you figured he wouldn't care that much when he has another company to keep his bed warm. He wouldn't look for your kisses or the feel of your arms around his neck or his hands resting on the curve of your waist. Not when he gained more than he lost.

"Everyone hates me," you grumbled to him one day back in uni, one of his arms around your shoulders while he uses the other to suck on his blueberry flavored chuupet. "The girls in your class won't stop giving me the death glares."

"Who cares? Just don't pay attention to them," he shrugged at you, releasing the stick with a pop.

"They think I'm taking you from them."

"Too bad," he kept walking, fingers absentmindedly twirling the hairs falling on your shoulders before lightly tapping on your cheeks—offering the chuupet that was once resting on his tongue to you. "I'm all yours."

He shrugged at the questioning look you gave him, small smile playing on his lips as he waits for you to take it on your mouth. When you do, he laughs at you, arms around you tugging you closer to him. Only when you take your eyes off him did you notice the girls starting to take their eyes off you and Suna.

Looking back at it now, you think it was foolish you even thought that Rin was trying to make a statement, trying to prove a point among the many others who wanted to go after both you and him—hoping to seal a spot in your lives. But the ache in your chest now seems too true to be a mistake.

The first few weeks avoiding him were the hardest. Especially when you see the efforts he's taking in trying to spend more time with you. More than anything, it's probably the guilt eating him up seeing as he's suddenly a lot more preoccupied with someone he didn't even bother telling you about until you noticed just how serious he actually is with her.

He'd stop sleeping around too. Atsumu and everyone else in your friend group taking notice and asking you for the details they couldn't get out of Suna himself.

"I don't know anything, 'Tsumu," you sigh at him for the nth time, digging in your cheesecake at the café you're so used to going with everyone.

"What do you mean?" The blonde guy across groans at you, arms crossed as he continues pushing for whatever. "He's your best friend."

"Well I guess not, seeing as I also know nothing about this," you glare at him with a sigh, sitting back on the chair to close your eyes as you feel a headache creeping up your head.

Sure, you know her name, her face, the kind of dates he takes her to but Suna never really let you in anything more than that. How he met her, what she is to him, who she even really is, what's so special about her? And you respected that privacy and intimacy he shared with her.

You just thought maybe you meant more to him and he trusted you enough to let you in on things like he once did.

"Doesn't he seem pretty serious with her, though? I keep seeing her face everywhere."

"Probably," you blink away the sting in your eyes, quickly sipping from your drink to calm yourself down. "It's none of my business."

He stopped trying to text you after two weeks. And it would be a lie to say it stopped hurting and made things better for you. Despite it being the best choice, you can't help but wonder if that's how things will end for both of you.

Sure, you felt it was also unfair for him how you distanced yourself just because he started catching affections for another woman but the smiling faces staring back at you on your phone screen, almost like a mocking response to your miserable face, tells you he's doing just fine.

Trips to the convenience store a few blocks away from your house lack the usual joy you used to get when you walk to it with him by your side, thumb caressing the back of your hand while you walk through the dimly lit street with flickering post lights.

You thought you couldn't possibly feel worse as you caught the sight of the last pack of chuupets sitting alone on the shelf where there used to be tens of them. But as you reach to grab it for yourself along with another hand reaching the same time as yours, you decide you definitely could feel worse at the sight of the fingers you could tell apart probably even from a single glance.

Despite your resistance to look, it was your own reflex that betrayed you—eyes snapping up to meet the golden-green ones you haven't seen in weeks.

He's beautiful. Just as disheveled as you remember him to be but the night has always looked good on him. The fluorescent lights reflecting on his pale skin, eyes darker and pupils blown. The rings on his fingers seem so much more beautiful than what you remember it to be. The stupid chain on his neck that never failed to catch your hair still hanging on his chest.

He looks even more beautiful with her.

You didn't even need to try and recognize her face. There was no question with the number of times you've seen her all over your screen and the way Suna grips her fingers against his—thumb caressing the back of her hands like he once did to you.

She looks at you curiously, like you haven't even been brought up in the stories he tells her. Either that or she, too, wonders why you've gone out of his life when you've always been in it.

"You can take it," you whisper at them, eyes on Suna as you softly smile at him.

He doesn't even look at the candy, eyes on you as he gently exhales, "No, it's fine. We— I can just look somewhere else." He stops himself like he knows the reason why you're so far from him.

Shaking your head, you reach for the pack, thrusting it to his free hand. "It's your favorite, Suna. It's fine."

A look flashed in his eyes at his last name spilling out of your lips, but it's gone just as soon as it appeared. If you didn't know him any better, you would probably even think this was boring for him—nothing but a stupid exchange on who should take the last candy on the shelf.

"It's your favorite too."

A beat passes.. then two, until your eyes are stinging, making you swallow the lump that keeps growing in your throat. With a bite on your lip, you're pretty sure he knows what's happening by now. The sharp inhale you took being the final straw for Suna as he wraps a hand around your wrist—firm but hesitant at the same time.

"Y/N I—"

"It doesn't matter, Suna," you shake your head at him, the tears starting to blur your vision and you thought fuck it, well now he definitely knows what's up with you. You glance over his shoulder, she's staring at both of you with a look on her face. "She's waiting for you."

He tries. He really does. Especially when the woman behind her puts a hand on his shoulder, he really tries—to just give up something he knew he already lost and just leave with the woman he's always been spending his time with. But he knew the look of contemplation that passed his face was too real, much too real. And it feels even more genuine than the feelings he's been forcing himself to believe.

"I just need a minute," he almost pleads, voice quiet like he doesn't want her to hear him. "Please."

"Don't make it harder for me," you choke out, eyes landing on her whose face has a shocked look on it. Only then did you notice the warm liquid falling over your cheeks, and when you look back at Suna, he stares at you with furrowed brows—almost as if he's just as pained to see you like this.

Wrapping your other hand around his wrist, you pull him away from his hold on you. Face nothing but a reflection of the regrets eating out at your chest, the multitude of maybes and what-ifs that plague your mind.

His arm falls defeated on his side, jaw clenching as you try putting the pack of jelly sticks back at his hand. He looks away from you, grip on the plastic loose like the appetite he had for it earlier has disappeared.

Turning your back to him after a quick bow at the poor woman caught in what she would imagine as a simple best friend affair, you grit your teeth, mouth parting to say what would probably be the last thing you'll say to him in a while—at least until you feel stronger to face the raging emotions that never seem to calm down inside you.

"I miss you," you sniffle as quietly as you can. "Please be happy."

Even if it's without me.

Nothing is clear, not to you, not to him. His feelings didn't make sense and yours didn't to him either. He had words to say but they never seem to roll off his tongue as easily as they should be.

He misses you too, he wanted to say. So much that he wants to drive out of the park he's sitting in with her, chuupet in hands as the woman beside him tells a story during college. So much that the cold breeze barely does anything to affect him despite the thin material of the shirt he's wearing.

Looking up at the night sky he decides maybe counting all the stars would be easier than trying to find out whatever the fuck is going on in his head and picking up the leaves which have fallen over from the trees is way better than trying to make sense of your relationship.

All he does know, however, is the bitterness of the jelly fruit stick resting on his tongue. The longer it sits there the more he wants to spit it out, the more he eats the more he feels like gagging—yet beside him is a pile of the wrapper staring at him and his idiocy.

All he's certain of is that nothing ever tasted the same these past few weeks, and that the chuupet he loved eating with you seems to be the thing he hates the most now—even as he eats it with the woman he swears he loves.

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Heyy! I just read gentle moments with Lucifer and I love it so so much. Can I request a hurt/comfort one where Lucifer (accidentally) hurts MC with his words during an argument and how he would try to make up for it. This is my first request on here.

My brain didn't register the "during an argument" part and I only saw it now, after already finishing the fic 🤦🏼‍♀️ so, uh... The hurt part is a little more on the vanilla side, I'm sorry 😭 if you want, I can try to write something with a little more angst sometime, to make up for it.

Also, idk why but I'm always pretty confident for hc's, but for some reason I go into panic mode when it's about oneshots, because I'm always scared it'll suck 😅

Anyway, I still hope you like it 💕

Hurtful words

Lucifer x Reader

"This is disappointing, MC. Not only disappointing, it's embarrassing. How could you have failed this test?", Lucifer huffed, dropping the papers on his desk. Afterwards he fixed you with a glare, arms crossed in front of his chest.

He knew you were able to do better, which was why he was that disappointed in you. So what had been the cause for you to slack off like that?

"You can't possibly try to tell me that you're too stupid to follow the lessons. Or is that actually it?"

He didn't notice the way you tensed up at his words, neither did he think much about the way you averted your gaze, fumbling with your sleeves the entire time.

"Can I go now?", you murmured, voice wavering as you reached out to grab the test from his desk.

Only then did it all click in his brain. Though before he was able to get another word in, you've pretty much fled from his room.

And Lucifer? He just stood there staring at the door. The image of your broken expression burned into his mind. He knew that it could've probably easily been fixed if he went to apologize to you. There was only one little problem; his pride.

There was no way he'd apologize to anyone for what he'd said. Especially not when it entailed walking after a person to do so.

Not to forget: Lucifer wasn't wrong to begin with.

Then why did he feel so bad? Letting out a long sigh, he sat back down to continue with his paperwork.

Who knew. Maybe you just needed the night to calm down again and everything would be fine in the morning.

Sadly the eldest brother had to realize that it wasn't the case. During breakfast you avoided any eye contact with him, not even once glancing his way. And it didn't take a genius to notice that you still looked just as, if not even more, hurt than the day prior.

Something that sent a wave of guilt crashing over him. He was so used to seeing you cheerful. So knowing that he was the one that caused you to be down made everything even worse. Still he didn't say anything.

Things didn't necessarily get better when you, somehow, managed to not cross his path even once, avoiding him expertly for the rest of the day. Lucifer was well aware that even when he couldn't apologize, he had to do something to make up for hurting you.

When you pretty much holed yourself up in your room after returning from RAD, his first attempt to get on your good side again was setting a tray with your favorite tea down in front of your door. Then sending you a short text to let you know about it.

While he didn't get an answer, he later saw that the tray was gone. It was a start.

Though when he even went as far as offering to take over your cooking duties for the day, since you were obviously not feeling well, and he still didn't receive an answer, he let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Apparently there was no way around it; he had to swallow his pride. At least partially.

So he made his way to your room again, hesitating slightly, before he finally knocked. No answer. Of course.

"MC? I'm coming in", he announced, then opened the door quietly. Closing it behind himself as soon as he stepped inside.

The first thing he was greeted with was the sight of you curled up into a small ball on your bed. Back turned towards him. Seeing you like that made his heart feel a little heavy...

With a few long strides he was standing next to you, tentatively sinking down on the edge of the mattress, as to not startle you.

"I know you're not stupid", was the first thing he said. At the same time resting one of his gloves hands on your arm. "If you really struggled that much with the topic, you should've just come to me."

Finally you turned around to face him. And while he was glad about you no longer ignoring him, the way you frowned and still looked sad didn't sit right with him.

"I didn't want to bother you, though. You're always so busy."

"Darling", he murmured, voice low but gentle, as he reached out to grab your chin with his thumb and index finger. "I'm never too busy for you. Especially not when you need help. I thought you knew that by now."

You still looked a little unsure, though thankfully the second he wrapped his arms around you and simply pulled you into his lap, he felt you melt into him. Your face buried on his neck, which he used as an opportunity to drop a kiss to your head.

"How about I take you out on a nice dinner, to make up for it? Just you and me."

"Under one condition...", you muttered, voice a little muffled. "I get to choose where we eat and you can't complain about it."

That drew a small chuckle from him.

"Deal..."

In all honesty, he couldn't have cared less about where you two went. The most important thing was that you weren't mad at him anymore and things could go back to normal. Which hopefully included seeing the smile again that he adored so much on you.

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how did we end up here?

what happens when you and niall have broken up but you’re injured and he’s still your emergency contact

authors note: okay sooo this is a strange one for me bc i was kinda inspired by clara mcgregor’s recent red carpet… look?😭 u can see it here but yeah idk it just hasn’t left my mind and i didn’t want to write something that was just tooth rotting fluff again lol so i hope u like this! also this was written on my phone so sorry i didn’t edit the capitalization! pls do not repost my work anywhere! if you see it on any other site pls report and let me know

read my other work here!!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some angst (fluff at the end), mentions of a dog bite, mentions of blood, being in a hospital

you didn’t know how this could have happened.

staring at the blank white wall, the fluorescent lights much too blinding for 2 a.m., but every move you made caused your face to ache, even the simple task of closing your eyes.

the blood had dried up now and left gangly, crimson remnants splattered across your nose, cheek, and the corner of your left eye. at least, that’s where you felt it, too nervous to look yourself in the mirror and confirm that the dog bite had seriously wrecked your face, the small progress of building your self worth back up after your break up would surely disappear instantly.

you and niall had agreed to go on a break almost four weeks ago now. a huge blowout over your schedules which shouldn’t have been all that complicated at all. in hindsight, all you wanted was to see him more so when he told you he was scheduling an almost year long tour, you brought up some concerns. concerns that he took as an attack- a natural instinct as a large portion of his relationships fizzled away before his eyes when he realized he hadn’t seen them for weeks on end- so words were said that couldn’t be taken back, bags were packed and doors were slammed.

and four weeks later, you’re here. blood drying on your face and the loneliness in your heart consuming you from the inside out. staring into space for a moment, you let the existential crisis and irrational thoughts run through your mind once again, oblivious to the soft knocks against the door.

“hello?”

you shot up at the sound, the hesitant and all too familiar lilt had reverberated off the walls and blared in your ears. why the hell was he here? how did he know? was it really him? you didn’t know anyone else who was irish who wasn’t a Horan or part of the the Horan family and you seriously doubted Deo was here to see you.

“h-hello?”

and with that his scuffed up new balances carried him over to the front of your bed, his mouth open in shock and you couldn’t dare to look at him, for he must be scanning your face, any chance of you two getting back together leaving his mind.

he really was just drinking you in, taking in how small you looked even though the hospital cot could barely fit another half a person, and how scared you seemed, at his presence or from the injury. but you still looked fascinating. everything about you was intoxicating to him and seeing you after not being able to for a couple of weeks hit him harder than ever before and he was already drunk on the sight of you.

“a-are you okay?” — “why are you here?”

“no i-” — “sorry”

you both huffed and you had to bite back a laugh, wincing at the contractions of your cheeks.

“i- i’m still your emergency contact, love.” niall spoke, so slowly almost as if he’d spook you if he raised his tone any louder.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

the hospital lighting cast an unsightly glow on everything in the room, making it so visible you couldn’t not focus on everything in the room at once, but niall suddenly clouded your every thought. you hadn’t even thought of removing him as your emergency contact. granted you didn’t expect to end up here anytime soon, but still; what else did you have to change now that he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore? now that he wasn’t the first one to call whenever you were in pain?

“i nearly dropped to the floor when i answered the call, they said you were being driven to the hospital and it was all i could do to not run here on foot, had to get Tara to drive me.

“and she nearly made me walk halfway here because I was doing that annoying foot tapping thing all through the drive.” he added on, after seeing your face drop, a minuscule movement, but he noticed everything you did, he knew how much you hated people going out their way for you.

“what happened, darlin?”

and his eyes were so full of concern that you spilt out everything that happened throughout the course of the night: going to the party, how your friend, Ana, made you both leave with two random guys to go and hang out back at their apartment, how their dog actually wasn’t very friendly and does very much bite, and then you ended up here.

he listened intently all the way through, eyes never leaving yours even when you saw his lips taut at the mention of other guys, and cooed in comfort when your voice cracked with emotion as the whole night had been way more overwhelming than you ever thought it would be.

“so yeah all in all it was just a horrible night.”

“sounds like it, pet. are you okay? do you want me to get you anything?”

your heart burst in your chest at the comforting tone of his voice that wrapped around you like a quilt and how he was already bouncing on his toes, ready to run out the door and dote on you. that quilt quickly became barbed wire as you realized the sun would soon come up and the small corner of the universe you two created in the little white room would dissipate and his truth he spewed in the past would remain true.

“no i’m alright ni. niall.” and the silence grew for a mortifying second before you spoke up again, “w-well thank you for coming. i can ask them to change it when they discharge me.”

he looked up at you, confusing crossing his features “change what, dear?”

“the name. your name,” your stare focused on a safe-sex poster residing on the wall behind him, just beside his head, you couldn’t bare to look at him, knowing relief would flood through his eyes that he doesn’t have to mind you anymore. “you don’t have to be my emergency contact anymore. i can change it to Ana.”

“love, i know you’re in the hospital right now and probably in an immense amount of pain, but are you stupid?”

your head snapped up at him and you winced at the speed, the action causing his face to soften as he scooted closer to you. his large hand found itself at the back of your neck, slowly brushing through the hair that resided there.

“i- i want to be your emergency contact. i want to be the first one you call whenever you need help, or you need to tell someone good news, or you want to rant about the annoying characters in your book.”

“i want us to be best friends again. who kiss and hug at the start and end of each day. who’re in love with each other and it’ll be so easy to go back into it because i’m still madly in love with you… and i hope you’re still in love with me and realize that this… this break or whatever we’re on is fucking stupid. and it fucking kills me that i have to tell you this at all, that you doubted my love for you for weeks, and that i’m doing this in a hospital for christs sake but the fact that i wasn’t there to protect you, the fact that this happened because you were at some other guys place… just kills me.”

you could only look at him in silence, the weight of his lengthy confession crushing you. your eyes searched his blue ones for any trace of a lie, as if you would be able to find any dishonesty tangled within the gold flecks dusted in his irises, for being burned by him a second time would pain you much more than any animal attack.

but it wasn’t there. all that was carried in his turquoise sea’s was vulnerability and faith. niall was hanging on a prayer that you would give your relationship a second chance because the adoration he carried for you didn’t deserve to be left to dwindle away because of a stupid argument. but you hadn’t said anything in a while now, so he feared that you really had slipped through his fingers and him and his unrequited devotion would have to regret the harsh words he spat at you weeks ago forever.

“if you don’t feel the same” he let out a large breath and started to make his way to the door, “that’s okay. but at least promise me you’ll leave me as your emergency contact until you find someone better than Ana because she got you in this situation in the first place.”

“niall wait, please stay.” you croaked and he looked up at you once again, the ocean that’s his eyes flooding with tears threatening to spill.

“really?”

“yes. please. i- it’s only been a month and look how i’m doing w-without you! please. all i want is for you to not leave me.”

niall felt his heart splinter in his chest at your croaky words as they took them back to when he lashed out at you. all you wanted was to be near him and it pained him to walk away from you once, to deny you both of your relationship would surely send him to his grave.

he lunged and wrapped his arms around you, large hands gripping tufts of your sweater, clinging on to you in order to ground you both in what had to be a dream. “of course i’m staying, princess. never gonna leave ya angel girl. i’m so sorry.”

the two of you stayed like that until the nurse came back with some medicine and your release papers, his gaze never leaving yours as you filled out the needed information, the rosy blush of your cheeks evident against the harsh red scratches.

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“If you want… I can go beat up those guys for you. Defend my lady’s honor and all that, hmm?” He asked, smattering kisses down the side of your neck, your giggles causing him to blow a raspberry in order to make more of them come out of you and he was successful.

“i never want to see them again. and i’m going to have to stay away from big dogs for a long while. i’ll probably have to stay away from everyone for a while.” you let out, fingers tracing the marks tainting your skin, a frown etched on your face.

the elevator doors opened as he spun you around to face him in the parking lot “hey none of that! you look fucking badass, baby!”

“really?” you asked with so much insecurity and want in your tone that his heart practically shattered.

“of course you do! look like a sexy spy or something! just fought off a mess of bad guys!”

niall wrapped his arms around your front, your back pressed to his chest as the two of you made your way to his car.

“maybe i can say i was protecting you from some bad guys.” you teased, his gasp making you laugh already.

“oi! we must have been apart longer than i thought petal because you seemed to have forgotten i’m a tank, thank you very much!”