#he deserves to cry his eyes out to both love story and dance on my own

[ynackerman9499]

Hello! This is me! 𝕪/𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟! This is my tumblr in case you don't know me i have a youtube channel which I upload texting stories videos to it! And this is my first post here in tumblr (original)

Some male Hashiras + kagaya reaction to you sacrificing yourself for them

⚠ Warning : spoiler in kyojuro and kagaya, take of death, blood, injuries, crying, some of them are really short

Giyu Tomioka

You and Giyuu were fighting against 2 demons who used a blood demon art

You killed one and Giyuu killed the other one

Or so you both thought...

"You did well giyuu_san!" You said smilling putting your sword in place

While giyuu just nodded humming as a silent 'thank you'

This only made you smile even wider. You've been friends with giyuu with great amount of time now

You both actually gets along very well Despite your different personalities

So you got used to his comforting quiet gesture

"All right! Let's head back n-"

You suddenly stopped sensing that something is wrong While giyuu looked at you wondering why you fell silent so suddenly

"Wh-"

You breathed in sharply, catching a glint in the air watching it whizz towards Giyuu.

"not on my watch!"

You yelled, quickly drawing your sword breaking the unknown object in half.

Giyuu's eyebrow twitched, taking his sword out of its sheath.

"giyuu, there!" You shouted, pointing to the direction of the demon that was currently perched on one of the trees.

The two of you gave each other a knowing nod, rushing towards the trees and jumped landing on one of the branches,

"come back here you coward!" You barked, skillfully jumping from tree to tree, following after the demon.

The demon hissed, sending metal shards towards you and Giyuu, which the two of you dodged with ease

"breath of ice..." you mumbled taking a deep breath

"dance of frozen crystals!"

Streams of sparkling diamond-like figures flowed out your sword as you jumped upwards, holding your katana over your head as you swung it effectively cutting half of it's body;

sadly, not his neck, as he covered it with a steel-like substance.

"Y/n!"

Giyuu called out, causing you to look back at him wondering why did he sound so worried

You saw he was looking horrified looking at your chest rather than your face

'why did he sound so-'

You were caught out of your thoughts by yourself coughing something liquid out of your mouth

You looked down at your chest, a large sharp metal shard piercing through the middle of your chest

"uh.. F-fuck.." you muttered stumbling back and falling against a tree vomiting even more blood feeling it a bit hard to breathe

"y/n! No!" giyuu shrieked running at your slumbering and bloody figure against the tree

"giyuu.. The d.. emon" You mumbled, coughing out a worrisome anmountof blood, the crimson liquid spilling out of your lips in mouthfuls.

"i cant leave you..." he whispered as of scared of starling you

"i cant you are in_" "... Dying"

You corrected him. Mastering the last energy you had to cup his face with your bloody hand while lying in his embrace

"i am.. Dying, Giyuu..."

"no.. No you are not.. You can slow the ble-" "my lungs are... damaged giyuu"

Tears burned his eyes, hugging you close to his chest and placed his hand over your cheek

"i.. Love you... Giyuu... So... Much.. " you confessed as you started to lose consciousness and struggling even more to keep your eyes open

You took a deep breath but sadly... It didn't come out again...

"y/n.. Y/n... Hey.." giyuu said with shaky voice as a couple of tears escaped his eyes

"hey...don't do this to me, love... I–i love you too... Why did you do this... I–i don't deserve this..."he said as he closed your lifeless eyes with his fingers

"i am sorry i am too useless to be able to protect you..." he was now on full mode sobbing

Oh how cruel is it that you didn't even hear the person you love saying thing you wanted to hear from him the most...

Obanai Iguro

No...

No no no no...

That wasn't supposed to happen...

The hit was meant for him...

It was meant for him damn it!

Why did you have to take it for him

He doesn't deserve it

He doesn't deserve to live

Why would he live while you are here dying in his arms gasping and wheezing for air

He is enraged

His fear tends to come out as anger

So while you are literally dying he is shouting at you for how stupid you are, how foolish to waste your precious live over his useless one

His shouting you mutter out an Inaudible : 'sorry... '

Just then the anger turns into tears

"you idiot..." he wailed... Actually wailed.. Something you never thought you'd see, not that you wanted to in the first place

It was supposed to be him...

"don't you dare apologise..." he hugged you even tighter feeling you fading away from him as you tried to breath but it only come out as a horrible choking sound as you choked on your own blood

His cheek rested on top of your head

"o-oba... nai.. " you said chocking in the middle of word as the hole in your chest began seeping even more blood

"g–give them.. H–hell for m–me... Yeah?..."

Oh he would...

He would make them pay for taking you away from him

For making the only person who kept him moving forward...

Is now cold and limb in his arms...

Sanemi shinazugawa

Fuck!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!

He physically can't handle what he is looking at

As he refused to stop saving you even after you already stopped breathing

"shit! Shit!" he pressed harsher on the wound, the blood was slowing but not because of his relentless attempt...

You were gone... Not even being able to get a word out because of how harshly he was crying

For some reason... Even in your final moments you found it kind of comforting that he was try his best to save you

You felt your heart break looking at him from the other side hugging your cold, lifeless body... Trying to squeeze some warmth into it even though he knows its useless

Kyojuro Rengoku

You coughed out blood as akaza hand went through your stomach

"Y/N! NO!"

You took the hit for kyojuro

I mean... How could you not... You just couldn't let someone like him die

You just couldn't...

Gripping your sword harder, you slashed it against his neck making his eye widen

'she got in my way! And she still has the strength!

Akaza thought as he was amazed at how you still has the strength to even breathe

'Kyojuro, im going to die. I know. We had a life planned in front of us, but..l couldn't let you die. I just can't'

You thought as The demon tried to punch your face, but you stopped it with your other hand

"Y/N!!"

'you won't get away... Akaza!'

Looking behind the demon, but still applying force on the neck, you looked behind to see Rengoku with the boy from before charging at you with their swords.

A smile got onto your face.

'I wont ever let go off the sword ..Until I cut his head off!'

"INOSUKE MOVE! MOVE FOR Y/N-SAN!"

The boar now charged at you with speed His attack cut the demons arms, your sword still attached to his neck.

He was running away, clearly.

The boy threw his sword at the demon,.

stabbing him through the chest. Followed by Screaming of how he was a coward by running away and that both Rengoku and you were stronger than him.

You felt two gentle pair of hands gripping your back, drops of water, or tears, to your cheek as kyojuro took you in his embrace trying to stop the bleeding even though he knows it's a fatal wound

"Y/n.. No. No..please don't leave me! Please! I beg you! I will go down on my knees if it have to!"

"kyo... It's okay..." You say voice barely a whisper as you gathered all the strength you had trying to put your hand on kyojuro's cheek.

He quickly took your bloody hand in his and put it over his cheek

"no no... The hit was meant for me to take... Why did you have to get in the middle... Why.."

"i just couldn't.. Let–" vomiting blood "y-you... Die"

You said panting feeling like you can't breathe anymore...

Kyojuro the brust out sobbing burying his face in your neck as your body laid lifeless in his arms

It was supposed to be him dammit!

He was supposed to be the one protecting you!

Not the other way around!

On the other side tanjiro watching the scene feeling his heart break over and over again

Another love story between two lovers was ruined by those disgusting Creatures

Tengen uzui

after a long and hard battle you had ended up dangling off the side of a cliff barely holding onto an also seriously injured tengen.

He could feel your fingers slipping from his.

you were both tired and injured it was a tough battle and despite the demons head being cut off you had taken some heavy blows and now you were dangling off the side of a cliff, barely conscious as tengen held onto your hand with his

"dont worry y/n! ill pul you up Soon!"

you could see him struggling to hold your hand and knew that if he held on any longer he might go down with you

watching him struggle above you made your heart ache as you couldnt do anything to help

"Ten.."

the both of you made eye contact with each other

"thank you for being with me... I love you so much"

his eyebrows twitched at your words

"why does it sound like youre saying goodbye? y/n. You better hold into my hand!"

his jaw was clenched as he spoke to you

you couldnt leave him

if only he had killed that demon sooner

if only he could have protected you

in this moment he hated the gentle smile that was on your face

because to him it meant he had failed

"we both know we'll both fall if you dont let go, neither of us have enough strength left to do anything."

"its okay ten, im ready. i love you and I'll always be watching over you. live well"

he could feel your fingers one by one letting go of his hand and he tried as hard as possible to not let go

"y/n please! I.. I can't do this without you... "

you just shook your head

"im sorry ten but you have to, i know you can. you're going to do great things, with or without me."

"always remember that i love you... And i'll always be watching you"

With that, the last grip he had on you failed

the serene smile on your face was the last thing he saw as you fell to your probable death,

shattering his heart

he screamed your name on the top of his lungs as your hands disconnected followed by painful sobs

Not again...

First his siblings now you..

He lost so many loved ones

of course he knew that he was too injured to pull you up and the most he could have done was just hold onto you until help came,

If help came...

he hated this,

he hated himself

what was the point of being strong when he couldnt even save the one person he loved most in this entire world

"Live well" it was one of the last things you told him hed try his best to because you asked him of it but to him living well meant being by your side which was something he couldnt do anymore.

Muichiro Tokito

poor baby doesn't really know what to do

he's kneeling beside you with a worried look

he's sweating and his hands are clammy

he remains silent for the most part

"Y/n?"

He is right next to you, hand nervously taking your own

"Don't worry."

you give him a weak smile as scary as it was, just his presence was enough.

"|-what do I do?"

The fear in his face made your heart clench.

"Just stay with me. You dont need to do a thing..."

You squeezed his hand with the last bit of strength

you had, smiling softly

"Be careful okay? There are still a lot of demons left"

You didn't fear death,

but you did fear what would happen to those you

loved once it got to you.

Kagaya ubuyashiki

This took place before the explosion in the final battle era

Your husband's hand is cold in yours. You squeeze his

fingers and watch the moonlight bleed out the color of

his skin into silver.

"Are you well, love?" you ask quietly. A washbowl rests to your side, the cloth draped over the side dripping droplets of water down the floor. You take it and wrangle the water with one hand as best as you can,

laying it atop his forehead after. Kagaya closes his eyes and smiles beatifically. It looks painful.

"I will be fine," he says. A mere whisper; it runs wild in the echoes of the night. "| am certain... After tonight, everything will be fine again." You hum thoughtfully. Your heart turns like a clock,

mechanical, a slave to fate. You dare not tell him anything.

"I wonder. . " Kagaya starts. "How does the sky look tonight, Y/N?"

You looked up at the sky as the clouds moved to reveal the beautiful moon

"it's beautiful..." you said as he leaned into your hand as you caressed his cheeks

"he is here..."

A long shadow blocks the moonlight. You look up.

Plum red eyes stare back.

"It's finally nice to meet you, Kibutsuji Muzan," Kagaya says casually.

A chuckle flits in your ear, honey-thick and suave.

Muzan's jacket rests precariously on his shoulders,

and the wind picks up, as if trying to steal it away. The sleeves whip around him uselessly.

"Well;" he says. "You sure look terrible, Ubuyashiki."

If you do not look too closely, you can still delude

yourself into dreaming that this is a normal family.

Your twins have not stopped playing, and their

laughter mingles with the song.

*after the speech because i cant recall it 💀*

"Kibutsuji" You incline your head, a mockery of respect. "You may have prepared for everything.. But there is one thing you didn't prepared for.."

"and what would that may be?"

"this–" you pulled out teh explosion monitor and jumped on kagaya and just before it explored a room open under kagaya's bed and you both fell into a room underground where your kids were waiting for you to come and there was a secret door which led to outside

But it was quite the fall, but you shielded kagaya's body with yours as you he fell on top of you

"Uhmm... " Kagaya groaned from the pain of the impact but more at the though that you were hurt from the fall and his weight together

"it's okay... It's okay..." you said as you cradled kagaya's fragile body

"i just need you to hold on for me... Can you do that please?"

The explosion was loud on top of you but what was more terrifying was the piece of wood of the selling above you that was about to fall

So you quickly pushed kagaya out of the way just as the piece of wood fell on your lower body completely breaking it

"y/n! " Kagaya yelled as best as he could as he heard your crying of pain

"i am fine! I am fine!" You shouted as you tried to stop the tears from dropping from the pain

"kiriya! Listen! Take your father and run out of here!"

"b–but mo–" "no buts! This piece of seilling completely crushed my lower par! You won't be able to get it out! Even if you did i'd be just a burden! I won't be able to run! No go! Go!"

Kiriya quickly carried his father on his shoulder as best as he could

"no... Y/n... If we die... we die together.. That's a promise..."

"well.. Look like i have a change of plans, sorry love"

You said as you smiled sadly at him even though he can't see it

*time skip*

"CAW! CAW! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! THE FINAL BATTLE IS OVER! CAW! CAW!"

Kagaya opened his eyes at the sound of the noisy crow.. And for the first time in years...

He sees the sky clearly as the curse marks started to fade from his body...

He quickly tried to ran into the place where his estate is supposed to be with only one though in mind...

'y/n...'

He opened his eyes clearly for the first time in years and the first face he wanted to look at was yours

"oyakata_sama! Wait! You are not fully recovered yet!"

The kakushi tried to warn him but he just didn't care

He wanted to see you, to touch you, to tell you how much you mean to him even though words cannot describe, to make sure you are alright

But what he saw made him stop and his blood run cold...

The estate.. His home... Your home.. Is now crumbled to pieces with you under all that

he quickly took off and tried to dig into the rubble in hopes maybe.. Just maybe.. You are still alive...

"master..."

The kakushis and the remaining of the hashiras felt thier heart break looking at thier master like this...

Nevertheless, they started to help thier master find his wife.. I mean.. You were like a mother and a big sister to them all...

"I found something!" one of the kakushi shouted as he saw your bloody hand sticking out of the rubble

They quickly ran to where he was and started digging even more, just as they reached your head they all stopped and stepped back for thier master to take a look at you...

"oh my dear..."

Kagaya quietly knelt down where your bloody upper body only was visible

He caressed your bloody

cheek just as you did with him a few hours ago...

Oh how beautiful you looked... Even if you were cold and pale with your lips starting to get blue..

He missed you so much that he almost forgot the way you looked...

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered even with the black circles under your eyes and the few wrinkles that appeared on your face and the grey hairs despite how young you are...

"oh love... How many times did i tell not to worry to much about me..." Kagaya whispered as he caressed your cold skin with a few tears falling from his eyes "like this you will age before time..."

He hugged you one last time before the kakushis free your body completely from the rubble and take you to bury your beautiful body

Today the world won peace.. But he lost his...

[misswynters]

Fragmented Memory

[warning: pure angst and sadness, jace crying

[note | this is my first time writing pure angst… i think 💭 that’s crazy -anya

You woke up in the healer's tent, your head pounding and the world a blur. Faces hovered over you, but none of them sparked recognition. One face, however, stood out—a man with eyes filled with worry and pain.

"Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

You searched your mind, but it was like grasping at shadows. "I... I don't know you," you stammered, guilt twisting in your chest as you saw his face fall.

"I'm Jacaerys," he said softly, tears brimming in his eyes. "We've been through so much together."

Despite his words, there was nothing—no spark of recognition, no comforting memory to hold onto. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hating the blank slate your mind had become.

In the days that followed, Jacaerys tried to rekindle your past by sharing stories and moments you had once cherished. He spoke of moonlit dances and whispered promises, but none of it brought back your memory. You tried to listen, to grasp at the fragments of your shared history, but it all felt distant and unreal.

One evening, as the sun set, painting the sky in shades of sorrow, Jacaerys sat beside you, holding your hand. "Even if you never remember," he said, his voice breaking, "I'll love you. I always will."

You squeezed his hand, a small gesture of comfort you couldn't fully comprehend. You wished you could be the person he remembered, the one he loved. But all you could offer was your presence, a shadow of who you used to be.

As the stars appeared, Jacaerys rested his head on your shoulder, the warmth of your body a bittersweet reminder of what you both had lost. He whispered stories of your past, of your first kiss under a starlit sky, of the promises you made by the roaring sea. His words were filled with love and longing, each one a dagger to your heart.

You could see the pain in his eyes every time he looked at you, the hope that flickered and died with each passing day. He spoke of your bravery in battle, of the way you held him when he cried, of the laughter you shared. But it all felt like someone else's life, someone else's love.

The next morning at the break of dawn, as the moonlight streamed through the tent, Jacaerys broke down, tears streaming down his face. "I miss you so much," he sobbed, his voice filled with anguish. "I miss us."

You held him, feeling his pain as if it were your own. You wished you could remember, to give him the solace he so desperately needed. But all you had were empty promises and a heart that ached for something you couldn't recall.

As the nights grew colder, you watched Jacaerys's hope slowly fade. The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a deep, unrelenting sorrow. He stayed by your side, his love unwavering, but you could see the toll it took on him.

As the hours passed by, you looked at Jacaerys, his face etched with the lines of sleepless nights and endless worry. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice heavy with regret. "I'm sorry I can't remember."

He smiled weakly, a tear slipping down his cheek. "It's not your fault," he said softly. "I'll always love you, no matter what."

You pulled him close, wishing you could be the person he deserved. As you held him, you felt a faint flicker of something—perhaps a memory, or maybe just the ghost of a forgotten love. But it was enough to hold onto, even if it was fleeting.

In your mind, flashes of the battle came unbidden, chaotic and jumbled. You had ridden into the fray beside Jacaerys, your swords cutting through the enemy forces. The clash of steel and the cries of the wounded filled the air. It was in the midst of this chaos that it happened—a heavy blow to the back of your head. You had been thrown from your horse, the world spinning into darkness.

When you woke up, the memories of who you were, and who you loved, had vanished. Now, as Jacaerys held you, the echo of that fateful day lingered in your mind—a ghost of a past you couldn’t grasp, but one that had forever changed your future. Your heart aches and is missing something however you don’t know what that is. All you can hope is for your memory to come back, if that’s even possible.

[a/n: i let out a tear…

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[kochslut]

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫╰┈➤ cooper koch

playing: treat you better by shawn mendes

synopsis: after a painful betrayal, you find comfort in your best friend, cooper, who tries to show you he can treat you better than your ex ever did. torn between the fear of ruining the friendship and the growing attraction you feel for him, you both face the tension between friendship and love, with an uncertain future but full of possibilities.

paring: cooper koch x reader

warnings: cheating, emotional abuse, detailed intimate interaction, oral sex, +18

It was late at night, and you were at home, your face wet with tears you couldn’t hold back. The image of Luke, your boyfriend, with another girl kept replaying in your mind, and the pain of betrayal felt unbearable. Your chest tightened, and the emptiness inside you grew with every passing second. You knew you couldn't be alone in this moment, not now. Without thinking too much, you grabbed your phone and called Cooper, your best friend. He picked up after a few rings, his voice rough from sleep but clearly filled with concern.

"Coops…" your voice came out weak, almost a whisper choked by tears. "I… I need you."

On the other line, Cooper sighed, and you knew he was already tired of all the mess Luke had been putting you through. He always said that guy wasn’t good enough for you, and now it seemed like all his worries were coming true. "Y/N, I'm on my way. Just hang tight," he said, not even giving you a chance to argue. Before you could respond, the call had ended, and you knew he’d be at your door in just a few minutes.

Sure enough, minutes later, the doorbell rang. You opened it to find Cooper standing there, concern etched across his face, holding a paper bag in one hand. He didn’t need to ask anything; one look at your face and he knew exactly what had happened. Without a word, he stepped inside and gently pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“I brought your favorites,” he said softly, lifting the bag with a few of your favorite sweets, but all you could do was sob against his chest.

He led you to the couch, never letting go of your hand, and sat down beside you, opening the little treats and offering one to you. "Try to eat a little, it'll help," he suggested, but you shook your head, unable to even think about food in that moment. Cooper sighed softly and rubbed his hand gently along your arm. “Y/N, I know it hurts right now, but you deserve so much better than this, you know that? He… he wasn’t the right guy for you.” His voice was calm, but there was a quiet intensity in his words, as if he’d said it a thousand times in his head already.

You lifted your tear-streaked face to look at him, wiping the wetness away with the back of your hand. He looked at you deeply, his eyes full of understanding, but there was something else there, something you couldn’t quite figure out. "I know it’s hard to accept now, but I know he's just not right for you, and you can tell me if I'm off. But I see it on your face. He hurts you, Y/N, and I can’t stand by watching you get torn apart by someone who doesn’t see your worth." Cooper’s words hit you hard, but they also felt like a balm to the pain. There was something about him that always soothed you, and even in the middle of the emotional chaos you were in, his presence made everything feel just a little more bearable.

Minutes turned into hours as you talked—or rather, as Cooper spoke and you just listened, enjoying the comfort of having someone by your side who truly cared. He shared funny stories, embarrassing childhood moments, and even some memories from school that made you smile through the tears. The soft light of the room seemed to dance, creating a cozy atmosphere, and slowly, the pain of betrayal began to fade just a little. As the night went on, you realized that even with a heavy heart, Cooper's presence beside you brought unexpected comfort. He had always been there for you.

When the conversation shifted towards your insecurities and the confused feelings that consumed you, Cooper leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "You have so much to offer, Y/N. Don’t let someone who can’t see that make you forget it. You deserve someone who recognizes how incredible you are," he said, his voice full of sincerity that made your stomach flutter.

A warmth started to spread through you. It was admirable how Cooper looked at you with respect, and a wave of gratitude washed over you. You smiled, trying to hide the mix of emotions stirring inside. "Thank you, Coops. That really means a lot," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. You noticed something different in the way Cooper spoke—maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment, but for a second, you wished he was the one for you.

He smiled back, and in that instant, something sparked. You realized that even in the midst of the pain and confusion you felt for your boyfriend, Cooper was there, ready to support you. The tension between you grew, and for a moment, silence filled the room. You thought about how his presence brightened the darkness surrounding you.

"You really are an amazing friend, you know?" you said, a slight smile on your lips. His friendship was something you treasured, and you couldn’t forgive yourself if you crossed that line with him.

"I just want the best for you, Y/N. Always," he replied, the sincerity in his voice resonating deeply in your heart.

It was like his words echoed a truth you didn’t want to ignore. As the night wore on, the idea that Cooper could be more than just a friend began to take shape in your mind, and you felt a mix of hope and nervousness for what might come next.

The clock on the wall showed it was much later than you thought. The house was quiet, and you could feel the fatigue setting in. The warmth and safety of Cooper’s company surrounded you, and the idea of being alone that night felt unsettling.

With hesitation, you looked into his eyes, searching for the courage you needed. "Cooper..." your voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "Would you… would you mind staying with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone."

He paused from fiddling with the sweets, his gaze soft and understanding. "Are you sure, Y/N?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I really want you to stay," you insisted, vulnerability lacing your tone. "Your presence… it helps."

A smile spread across Cooper's face, and he nodded, "Of course, I’ll stay."

"I’m going to run a bath," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. You didn’t want to show any signs of nervousness. "After, if you want to take one too, feel free."

Cooper nodded again, his eyes following your movements as if he wanted to make sure you were okay. He stayed in the living room while you headed upstairs to your room, the soft sound of your footsteps fading down the hallway. In the bathroom, the hot water felt soothing, easing some of the tension, but it didn’t calm the confusion swirling in your mind.

After getting dressed, you went back downstairs to find Cooper sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. When he saw you, he stood up, and the air between you felt thick with unspoken words. "If you want, the bathroom is free now," you said, trying to sound casual, but there was something in the air that made it hard to act natural.

He just nodded, silent as always, and went up to freshen up while you tried to gather your thoughts. Minutes later, he came down, the fresh scent of soap filling the space, bringing an unexpected sense of comfort. You both headed up to your room, where the soft light of the lamp was still on. The bed looked huge but somehow inviting. When you lay down, Cooper hesitated for a moment before joining you, lying beside you. The space between you felt too small, and even in silence, there was an invisible current connecting you two.

For a moment, you just stared at the ceiling, as if the words were stuck, waiting for the right moment to be said. He slowly turned to you, the mattress sinking slightly beside him. His hand slid to yours, fingers intertwining in a calm, almost hesitant way. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.

"I never understood, you know? How you could settle for so little… when you’re so much." His voice was rough, full of honesty that made your chest tighten. "You don’t deserve someone who makes you doubt who you are. You never did." He squeezed your hand gently, and you finally looked at him. The look in Cooper's eyes was intense but not angry. It was filled with concern, with care. There was something there you had never noticed before, as if he was trying to show you something you had always refused to see.

"I know I can treat you better than he can, Y/N," he continued, his voice heavy. "And I know you’re still hurting now, but look at me…" He hesitated, searching for your gaze. "Any person like you deserves a gentleman. I always said that."

Those words made you lose yourself for a moment. Cooper had always been there, always taking care of you, but there was something in the way he said it now that felt deeper.

"I’m not here to say I’m perfect, or that I can fix all your problems." Cooper swallowed hard, the tension in the air growing as the truth came out. "But I know I can treat you better. Because seeing you like this, broken, hurts. And I’d do anything to keep you from suffering like that again."

Was that a confession? There was a raw sincerity in each word, no grand promises, no games— just the truth. He looked at you so intensely that you felt exposed, as if all the walls you had built were coming down.

"Cooper, I…" The words wouldn’t come. Your heart raced too fast, and you felt your face heat up. "I don’t know what to say."

He didn’t let go of your hand; he just held it tighter, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen before. His touch, the way his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, stirred something within you. It felt familiar yet completely new.

"You don’t have to say anything right now," he whispered, his voice low but filled with meaning. "I just want you to know that I’m always here. I always have been."

The silence between you thickened, charged with emotions that felt electric in the air. Your heart raced, and suddenly, you realized that his body was closer than before. His warmth was almost tangible, and you could feel his breath—slow and steady—while yours was uneven.

You tried to look away, to fight against the thoughts flooding your mind, but it was useless. Cooper’s fingers intertwined with yours felt like an anchor, and every delicate gesture he made seemed to spark sensations you had never felt so vividly. Your best friend, always so steady, so constant. But now, in that room with the soft light illuminating your faces, everything felt different. And you didn’t know if you were ready to face what that meant.

"I just… don’t understand how things got so complicated," you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

He let out a low, almost bitter yet soft laugh. "Love doesn’t have to be complicated, Y/N."

That phrase shattered something inside you, as if finally, something had been revealed. The weight of his closeness, his touch, his warmth… it all made you question what else you had overlooked. You could smell him, feel his strong presence, and the tension in the air was palpable for both of you. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes drifted to his lips, and you mentally reprimanded yourself for it. What was happening to you? It was as if an invisible force was pulling you closer, and every second beside him heightened that feeling.

Cooper noticed your gaze fixated on his lips, and a playful smile formed on his face. "I don’t bite, if you want to get closer… I wouldn’t mind," he said, laughter escaping his lips, light and teasing. Instantly, you felt embarrassed, your cheeks burning a deep red. That feeling of awkwardness only intensified the tension between you. The atmosphere grew charged, and his laughter echoed in the room as his eyes remained locked on yours. Your heart pounded in your chest, and the idea of moving closer made you both nervous and excited.

"Cooper, this isn’t…" you began, but the words faltered. You didn’t know how to explain what was happening, how he made you feel confused and exhilarated.

"It’s just a joke," he replied, but there was a spark in his eyes that made it clear he felt the same electricity. "If you want to, of course." The teasing in his tone made you bite your lower lip, trying to suppress a smile that threatened to appear. The tension grew, and you felt a wave of courage wash over you. It was as if the line between friendship and something more was blurring, and you wanted to explore this new territory.

Without a second thought, you moved a little closer, the distance between you shrinking. Cooper’s expression changed, and you saw surprise flicker in his eyes, as if he were questioning whether you would actually do this. But he didn’t pull back; instead, he leaned slightly in your direction, as if inviting you to take the lead. The pounding of both your hearts was almost deafening. Expectation hung in the air, and you found yourself holding your breath. Your gazes locked once more, and it felt like the world around you faded away. All that existed were the two of you, suspended in a bubble of possibilities.

"Are you sure about this?" Cooper asked, you could feel his breath growing closer to yours, his voice soft yet heavy with desire. The question felt more like an invitation than a doubt.

"I… I think so," you replied, feeling the vulnerability in your words, but there was something more there, a rising determination. Without another word, you decided to let yourself go. With an almost involuntary movement, your lips met his. The kiss started softly, hesitantly, as if you were both trying to understand what it meant. But soon the hesitation gave way to urgency, to the need to draw even closer.

Cooper pulled you nearer, his hands firm on your waist as you got lost in him. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and you didn’t want to pull away. Your bodies molded against each other, each touch sending shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened, the tension that had once been almost invisible now transforming into a fiery connection. It was as if all the confusion and pain you had felt before evaporated, leaving only pure, true desire.

When you finally broke apart, both of your breaths were ragged, your eyes meeting with a mix of surprise and joy. Cooper smiled, that smile that made your heart race. "I… wow," you murmured, still dazed.

"See? I didn’t bite," he joked, the lightness returning to his tone, but the intensity in his gaze remained. It wasn’t long before you found yourself enveloped in his kisses again, and he seemed surprised. So much time waiting for you, for your touch, and now it felt magical.

The intensity of the kiss wrapped around you like a warm cloak, and Cooper seemed to absorb every moment with careful calmness. He gently pulled you even closer, now there was no distance between you both. His fingers glided softly over your waist, while his other hand caressed your face, as if he were trying to imprint every detail into his memory. His touch was gentle, but there was a strong connection pulsing between you, a growing desire that was barely contained. As your lips moved together in a smooth, deep rhythm, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He pressed your body against his, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest.

He explored your neck with gentle kisses, his lips gliding over your exposed skin, and the sensation was exquisite. Every touch made your mind spin, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations you had never experienced before. He was being careful and attentive, always paying attention to your reactions, as if he was making sure you were comfortable even while the passion was already stronger than you could handle.

With a smooth movement, he pulled you on top of him, you had your crotch very close to his, and he had his hands sliding down your back as the intensity between you grew. The way he held you was protective, but at the same time full of desire. Your bodies moved in harmony, each movement resonating with an echo of a repressed passion that had finally found freedom. You could feel Cooper’s dick rubbing against your thigh. You still couldn't believe it was real.

The best friend? what a cliché.

The kisses became more urgent, deeper, as if you wanted to merge into one being. The man explored every curve, every contour, and you let yourself be carried away, surrendering to the moment. The mix of affection and passion was electrifying, and each touch seemed to ignite a flame inside you.

When he pulled away for a moment, his gaze was intense. Cooper leaned in, sealing your lips again in a kiss that said more than words could express. You knew that moment was just the beginning of something much bigger.

"Can I take off your clothes?" The request was barely a whisper, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race. You felt a shiver run through your skin, a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Unable to find words, you just nodded. It was as if, from that moment on, all his fears and insecurities disappeared.

Gently, Cooper raised his hands and began to pull at his clothes. He did it slowly, as if he wanted to appreciate every second, every little detail. The touch of his fingers on your skin was soft, and a wave of heat ran through your body as you felt the cold air touch your exposed skin. His gaze was fixed on you, full of admiration and desire, and in that moment, you felt more alive than ever. Cooper seemed to respect every part of your being, every nuance of your vulnerability. He moved even closer, his hands caressing your torso, exploring every curve with a delicacy that was both electrifying and calming.

As his hands slid across your skin, you gave yourself over completely, feeling the connection between you grow stronger. Cooper moved slowly, his actions full of intention, each touch an invitation to explore the depths of it. His breathing was labored as he watched you, as if he was trying to burn that moment into his memory. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and the way he touched you awakened a desire in you that seemed to have been dormant for so long.

His gaze intensified, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both soft and fiery. There was a seething passion, but also a tenderness that made it even more special. You felt completely enveloped by him, and the anxiety that once dominated you now turned into something delicious. Cooper's hands were all over your body, he caressed you while lightly squeezing your skin.

In some moment of courage, you started to move your hips towards him and were satisfied when you heard him make light moans during the kiss. That man was driving you insane, you no longer had any doubts that you wanted more from him; of that moment. As if in fright, you moved a little, putting your hand inside his shorts and stroking his erect member through his underwear.

He looked at you with wide eyes and you gave him a friendly look, as if to say everything was okay. It seems that this was confirmation for what you would do from now on, because you got off of him and tried to remove his clothes, who soon helped you. There was a half-naked Cooper on top of your bed, his penis looks like it would tear his underwear at any moment and you were the only one who could help him at that moment. And without any shame, that's what you did.

"Stand up." his ordination sent a shiver down the back of Cooper's neck and he did so without dissent. With the man standing, you began a difficult kiss, perhaps due to the difference in height, but it didn't last long; You soon started distributing kisses even close to his genitals. His underwear was quickly removed and you couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight of his member without anything covering it.

Cooper gave a perverted smile "Don't choke, y/n", he said in a teasing tone. Well, you weren't a loser, you weren't going to leave your best friend there with that victorious smile on your face. You gave him a wink and squatted down, coming face to face with that man's genitals. You couldn't help but wonder if you could really handle it, was it too big or were you just unaccustomed to your ex-boyfriend's small dick?

So, amidst not at all favorable thoughts, you placed your mouth on his member, who quickly entered a greater state of excitement upon feeling you. He can't help but grab your hair, helping you move back and forth. While keeping your mouth around the entire head of his cock, you ran your tongue over his glans, which made Cooper let out a hoarse moan.

He rocked back and forth as his mouth did all the work down there. You ran your tongue up and down, now using your hand to help with masturbation, trying to feel every part of that man who was there just for you and for you.

His breathing oscillated with each contact your tongue had with his penis, you noticed this and felt increasingly confident in continuing with the sliding movements. You could already feel him inside your throat, pressing so hard that you would probably not speak for some time.

It was hard to tell if Cooper was aware of how big he was, because he was forcing your head forward, making you gag a few times. He was already throbbing in your mouth and you tried to keep control of the situation, taking his hand carefully and removing it from your head. You wrap his penis in your hand and slowly slip your lips around and over it. Your tongue moves slowly under the ridge and around the tip in a figure 8. With Cooper standing, you run the outside of your teeth up and down the underside of his penis, moaning with his penis in your throat, lightly caressing his thighs.

He tried to say something between moans and trembles. "Y/N…" his voice came out shaky and you felt a shiver when you heard him say your name at that moment. "I want to cum with you." He moved back, interrupting the continuation of the blowjob.

You stared at him with watery eyes after a few sessions of gagging. "You're the boss, today." And you smiled at him, and he couldn't help but laugh and think about those words, perhaps the best choice of words you can give a man at that moment.

He took your hands and pulled you back up, the difference in size between you was striking. He felt like your protector, you were so fragile today. All he wanted was to take care of you and… well, he was doing it masterfully. He bent down a little and placed a long kiss on your lips, placing his hands on your back and feeling the soft skin that covered you. He didn't want to be rough with you, not today. Not with such a delicate moment, today he wanted to be a gentleman, kind… He couldn't see himself treating you roughly - even though that man wanted to throw you on the bed with all his strength and fuck you until you begged him to stop.

Now, he lightly lowered his lips to your collarbone, leaving wet kisses there. Your neck had now become his domain, he kissed every part and in some he gave light bites. You were breathing roughly, you were embarrassed to moan at that moment. You didn't want to seem like a poor and desperate bitch, even though you knew that Cooper would never think that of his best friend. The connection between you was unbreakable, and, as those kisses on your neck intensified, you knew that desire and vulnerability were intertwined, and you were ready to explore all the nuances of that new reality.

He ran his warm tongue over your collarbone for the last time, causing a strong shiver to run through your body. Now, he had picked you up effortlessly and laid you down on the bed, the way he looked at you made you blush. It was all unbelievable. He was sitting on a corner of the bed, giving him complete freedom of your body. He started another kiss that ended near your underwear. He stared at you as if asking if he could.

"Today I'm yours." You said in a pleasant tone, making him even more excited than he already was. Today you were his.

He removed the piece of clothing that prevented you from being completely naked and threw it somewhere in the room. Nothing mattered at that moment. You wanted him inside you. You wanted to feel him, have him. And as if he were reading your mind, Cooper put his mouth on your genitals; his warm tongue ran all over your intimate area, making you arch your back more and more. His mouth was all over you, as if he was devouring you. He wanted to taste more and more of you. He felt like a hunter with prey in his hands. Today he had you and he wanted to make the most of it.

Cooper's hands were holding your thighs, as if he were stopping you from leaving. He was squeezing you, but not tightly, it was more like a way of showing that he still had a certain dominance while being so tied to you. His fingers dragged along your walls, eliciting increasingly loud moans from you.

"You're already dripping," he said, caressing the entire length of your arousal. Now, his fingers were helping him with the work while his tongue continued to play over your genitals. The touches were almost hesitant, as if they were both exploring the limits of their shared desire. Their ragged breathing filled the air. His fingers followed a slow path, gradually discovering the areas of greatest sensitivity and a shiver ran through your body, each movement increasing the heat that spread through both of you.

His hands carried a firmness that made each second seem eternal. There was a care in his gestures, but also an urgent need to surrender completely to that moment. Your parted lips let out a sigh, as your hips moved along with Cooper's fingers you could feel a different sensation. It was almost certain that you wouldn't last long there, not with that man touching you like that. And he knew it because he started to increase his speed, staring at you from below. And when you exploded in his mouth, he knew he had done a good job.

You were panting, he enjoyed having you completely surrendered, now he knew your weak and sensitive points even more. Now he knew you better than anyone, and he hoped that you could truly surrender yourself only to him. That was what he wanted most.

"Do you have lube and a condom?" he said when he realized that you had already relaxed. In fact, now he wanted more than anything to feel you inside. He didn't usually use lube, but since he had already decided that he would treat you docilely today, he preferred to ask before trying anything else.

"I think there must be some in the drawer, I'll get it" you got up from the bed and went towards your wardrobe. He watched you open some drawers until you found a purple tube and some small packages, which he soon identified as what he had asked for. You approached and handed everything to him, who graced you with a smile.

"Lie down." He asked and you obeyed, lying down on the bed and watching him put the condom on his penis without difficulty. He soon approached you and placed the contents of the bottle at your entrance. The liquid was cold, making you let out a soft sigh. He was careful as he penetrated you, entering you slowly and asking a few times if he was hurting you, which you denied. In a fright, you could already feel the sensation of being filled by Cooper, he moved back and forth while leaning on the bed.

His cock slid inside you with shocking ease, it was as if your bodies belonged to each other. With each thrust you moaned in unison, transforming the room into your private world. Your breathing quickened as he entered you more deeply. The movements were slow and rhythmic, but the pressure increased, the desire intensified. The caresses explored your skin and the most sensitive areas, provoking visceral reactions that echoed through your mind and body. The emotional connection was as strong as the physical one, creating a fusion of pleasure and surrender.

Muffled moans filled the room, desire taking over both of you. As the temperature increased, the rhythm also intensified, your bodies giving in completely to the mutual pleasure, feeling each wave of ecstasy grow and spread like an invisible current. He let out a few inaudible curses and you scratched his back, it was already impossible to measure the strength at that moment. All you were focused on was giving that man what he wanted.

Without warning, Cooper pulled out of you and managed to turn you around so that your back was facing him. Now you were face down and he started to penetrate you again. One hand was holding onto the bed and the other was running down your back, exploring with more confidence, sliding gently over your skin, knowing every inch with instinctive precision. Your body responded to his touch almost immediately. The pressure of his fingers intensified on the back of your neck, causing deep sighs and muffled moans that escaped without control.

The heat between you grew rapidly, and desire took over every movement, your body reacting in an impulse of pure need. Your skin seemed to pulse under his touch, and the rhythm that formed between you was as much a dance as a battle between self-control and surrender. Cooper moved with a mixture of firmness and gentleness, provoking sensations that ran like sparks through your body. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, closer and closer, more and more connected.

Each movement was more intense than the last, and the touch on the most intimate parts made your body react with spasms of pure ecstasy. The caresses were deep, exploring every nuance, every inch of skin and every area of ​​sensitivity. Your entire body was on alert, responding to each new touch, each new movement. The heat rose unbearably, and the proximity of your bodies made it clear that neither of you wanted to stop. The rhythm increased, the touches became more intense, bolder, as if they both knew exactly where and how to provoke the strongest reaction.

The intensity of the touch between the two of them kept growing, their bodies adjusting in search of greater proximity. With a firm movement, he guided you so that they changed positions. He sat on the bed and pulled you so that you sat on top of him, positioning yourself on his penis. Now, his hands explored your back, slowly moving down, making your breath hitch. He slid his hands around your waist, moving up your torso, while you tilted your head back, giving in to his touch.

He pulled you closer, the direct contact with his body increasing the tension. Your movements were now instinctive, natural. Cooper's hands continued to explore, his touches firmer and more precise, while you felt your desire grow with each second. Your mouths met again, with more urgency, the kiss deepening the heat that already dominated both of you. Your hands, which had been hesitant before, now moved confidently over his body, exploring every muscle, feeling his warm skin against your fingers. Your breaths mingled, the air between them filled with desire and expectation. Cooper held you firmly, controlling the rhythm, but still giving her space to lead what came next.

The change of position left them completely surrendered to the moment, each touch, each sigh making the desire rise even more. Her body moved deliberately, seeking pleasure with precision. The bed creaked under their weight. The sound of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure echoed as your bodies moved together, growing in intensity. Each touch, each movement, was a path of no return; both were in a state of ecstasy, that sensation was completely different from anything they had ever experienced.

The movements intensified, each brush of skin raised the desire to an almost unbearable level. Your body, still in his lap, moved with precision, and Cooper responded with firm hands on your waist, guiding you, the two of you completely in tune. The heat between you seemed to dominate everything around you, overshadowing any thought beyond that moment. You could feel Cooper's breath against your skin, panting, as he leaned in, gently biting your shoulder, each gesture increasing the electricity that ran between you. Your body reacted to each touch, and he could no longer control the moans that escaped, filling the silence of the room.

Cooper tilted his head back, his eyes closed for a brief moment, focused on the pleasure that was rapidly building. The tension between them was reaching its peak, and he could feel his body throbbing against his, both completely surrendered to the moment. The rhythm was accelerating, each movement bringing them closer to climax, the accumulated pleasure ready to explode. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, accelerating until the final moment. When the climax came, it was like an uncontrollable wave that took over both of them. You contracted in a spasm of pleasure, followed by his, who held your waist tightly, the two of you completely losing yourself in each other.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, your bodies still shuddering with the last waves of pleasure. Silence returned to the room, broken only by the heavy breathing of both of them. Cooper held you firmly, but tenderly, as if he was still processing what had just happened. You lay down with your head on his shoulder, exhausted, but with your heart racing, your body still warm, feeling the last remnants of that moment. The two of you stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the newfound intimacy, the silence filled with everything you had experienced.

Memories of what had just happened swirled in your mind, and shame began to set in. Awkwardly, you rolled to the side, lying next to him on the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover part of your body. Cooper chuckled softly at your expression, clearly embarrassed, and turned to the side, resting his arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

"You look adorable when you're blushing, you know?" he commented, his voice low and still a little hoarse, with a relaxed smile on his face.

You huffed, looking up at the ceiling. "Cooper, please, no… That was… I don't know…" Your voice was hesitant, as if you were trying to find the right words, but failing miserably.

He chuckled again, clearly more at ease with the situation. "I know that was… unexpected. But it was good. Really good." He made sure to emphasize the last part, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "There's no need to be like this. We're fine."

Your heart was racing, but you didn't know if it was because of the intimacy you had just shared or the uncertainty of what was to come. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to process everything. Cooper was so relaxed, almost happy, while you were still trying to sort out your own feelings.

"I just… need some time to think," you said finally, glancing at him sideways. "It… changed some things, you know?"

Cooper nodded, not pushing you, his smile softening. "I get it. And I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to decide anything right now." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, making it clear he was there for you, no pressure.

You looked into his eyes, feeling torn between the comfort he brought and the fear of messing everything up with your feelings. "Thanks, Coops. For everything." Your voice came out almost like a whisper, sincere.

"You know I’d do anything for you." He replied, his voice low but full of certainty. You smiled, turning on your side to face him, your faces close together. Even though you had no idea what the future held for you two, you felt at peace. For now, that was enough. Cooper just smiled back, pulling you closer as you both settled under the blanket. He wrapped his arm around you, snuggling you against his chest, and without another word, you both found your comfort in each other’s warmth.

You closed your eyes, trying not to overthink things. There was still a lot to sort out, but for now, you were together, cozy, and that was all that mattered. With your heart calm and your body relaxed in Cooper's arms, you finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in the feeling of safety and the mix of emotions he brought.

hey loves, it's me again! this time i tried to write a more chill smut because i was listening to the old shawn mendes songs and this story popped into my head. hope you guys enjoy it, and thanks for all the love and support on my first smut. by the way, after some comments, i decided to make this one with an implied reader gender; hope i pulled it off. love you all! just a reminder: english isn't my first language, so please be kind.

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[starryriize]

any nicholas fluff thoughts pls 🥺 ppl often depict him as some kind of tsundere bc of his looks but he's actually such a sweetheart and the members have said he's a genuinely kind and caring person. he said he even tried smiling more growing up so that people wouldn't find him so intimidating oh i want to protect him with my life 😭

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╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼genre: fluff!!

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼author’s note: i agree nonnie 🫶🏼 he deserves the world!! anyways, i hope you enjoy this love :(( hehee i giggled while writing this 🤭

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⋆⑅˚₊ the type of bf to have a small smile as he watches you work! or just the look of love when he sees you do anything :((

⋆⑅˚₊ plays piano for you and sometimes puts on music as he takes your hands, leading you in a slow dance in the living room (stop he would do this idc)

⋆⑅˚₊ the type to pout but smile when you call him cute!! he knows that he can come off with the vibes of "big scary dog" but like most big dogs, he's a total softie 🥹

⋆⑅˚₊ strikes me as the type to pick you up randomly and just give you big hugs!! he gets all smiley while hugging you too :((

⋆⑅˚₊ when you feel sad, he's by your side in a comfortable silence as he gives you a reassuring look 🫶🏼 words aren’t always necessary when his eyes speak a thousand words to you

⋆⑅˚₊ “why did you do that?” and “because i care” type of relationship!! he cares so much about you that he always remembers the tiniest details about you :((

⋆⑅˚₊ he’d take you on really cute dates and a lot of them are pure fun!! would buy the matching souvenirs and play games for you so he can win you the biggest prize 😌

⋆⑅˚₊ the type to always reach for your hand!! he just loves knowing that you’re his makes him feel like he saved a world in his past life🥹🫶🏼

⋆⑅˚₊ loves it when you play with his hair and let him lay down on your lap :((( it’s so comforting to him, especially after a long day in the practice room

⋆⑅˚₊ when you dress up together for a fancy occasion and you tell him that everyone's staring at him because he looks so handsome, he replies, "no love, they're staring at you." (argh stop i'm giggling even thinking about this) 🤭

⋆⑅˚₊ the type of romance that you only read about and used to dream of having! he entered your life and made you believe in true love :( the way he puts you first no matter what too :(( please it's so incredibly sweet

⋆⑅˚₊ his friends most definitely tease him when they catch him staring at you so lovingly, saying things like, "nico, when are you going to propose??" and he just stops. he secretly knows that you're definitely the one for him.

⋆⑅˚₊ often asks you why you love him because he fears that his intimidating looks might cause you to leave one day, but you always reassure him 🥹 you love him for who he is and that he has the most genuine soul and a pure heart :((

⋆⑅˚₊ he regales you with stories of his childhood and his time on i-land as you listen to each and every tale!! and then asks about your childhood while he's giggling at every word you say 😭 (he's so cute pls)

⋆⑅˚₊ KARAOKE DATES!!! hear me out when i say that he loves nostalgia and fun like...the carefree vibes! when you start dancing while singing off-key, he bursts out laughing, and at this point, both of you are just enjoying the vibes 😭😌

⋆⑅˚₊ when you're sad, he's holding you tight and letting you cry on his shirt! he's willing to listen if you want to and he holds your hands to reassure you that he's not going anywhere! through thick and thin, he'll be by your side 🫶🏼 (he gives forehead kisses too)

⋆⑅˚₊ overall, a green flag!! he's a gentleman and kind-hearted so please don't ever break his heart <3

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THE ROTTEN AND UGLY

noah sebastian x reader

SUMMARY!!

you break up with noah without thinking about the consequences for either of you.

WARNINGS!!

language. description of a panic attack. self-worth issues. mental health problems (depression, anxiety).

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

anyways this got angstier than i’d originally anticipated so uh enjoy the pain i’m about to serve you on a damaged and thrifted zoopals plate

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You hate how much he’s gotten under your skin over the years. The way he’s taken a variety of sharp objects and ruthlessly carved his name into your bones. In the intricacies of your veins there are markings that are nearly identical to his tattoos. You swear your hips and waist are permanently speckled with dark smudges, a repeating pattern that looks suspiciously like his fingerprints.

You’re still picking out pieces of him from yourself.

And yet, you were the one to end it. You were the one that told Noah you “can’t do this anymore”, whatever the hell that means. He asked as much, but you didn’t seem capable in giving him a straight answer. So you left the house battling against your instincts to run back to him.

But you were able to fight against them as you let yourself out the front door, leaving behind someone that has been a rock in your life for as long as you can remember. You left Noah standing in the living room, alone and confused. You fucking abandoned your self-proclaimed soulmate.

That was nearly a month ago.

After you left the boys’ house that day, you somehow convinced yourself that you were no longer hopelessly in love with Noah. You gaslit your own brain into believing your relationship — both platonic and romantic — was built on the fact that you were never good enough, that Noah took pity on you from the get-go.

It seemed to work. At first, that is. Because, before you altered your brain, you allowed yourself to wallow in your guilt and anxieties. For three consecutive days you bawled into your pillows, grimacing and crying even harder when the smell of Noah’s cologne met your nostrils. You were throwing yourself quite the pity party, and it was torturous.

But you were the one who was convinced that you never deserved Noah in the first place. You ended it, not him.

When those three days were up and gone, you managed to pull yourself together long enough to allow your best friend, Violet, to take you out for a girls’ night. It was something you needed — it was something that could distract you from your own head.

And the fact that it had worked was surprising. Maybe it worked too well.

At one of the handful of bars Violet had dragged you to you met Ryan. He was tall, lithe build and long limbs. His blackened hair was shorter on the sides, allowing the top to grow longer, thus falling into the beautiful hazel of his eyes. He had snow white skin but his flesh was divided up by swathes of colored ink that had nearly glowed under the neon lights. He’d donned an old Bullet For My Valentine t-shirt and black cargo pants.

Something about him had felt familiar to you. But you weren’t allowed anymore pondering over that inclination as Ryan had dragged you onto the dance floor.

It wouldn’t occur to you until a week later when you and Ryan were on your first official date. If it weren’t for the gauged ears, the round, rimless glasses, or the chunky gold rings, you would have thought he was somebody else. It was almost uncanny.

God, but you could have sworn…

You were wrong, however.

Ryan seemed to really like you, though. He had an eye for finer details and was a real sweetheart. He was obviously taking things slow with you, especially after you had accidentally dumped the story of what happened with Noah onto him over one too many shots of tequila. His genuine concern and sympathy over the entire ordeal had you fawning over him tenfold.

You and Ryan went on more dates since that night. Around him you were pushing down your self pity and replacing it with something you could have mistaken for happiness; you felt content around Ryan.

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever.

It was nearing dusk when your apartment’s doorbell chimed. The sound startled you for a moment, but you relaxed as you headed for the door.

But there was Ryan, that smile of his you had anticipated on his face. You swallow down the chunk of disappointment.

“Hey,” you greeted him. You stepped aside to let him inside before gently clicking the door shut. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, sorry! I was gonna text you that I was coming over, but I thought I’d make it a surprise,” Ryan replies with a shrug.

You force a smile, hoping it came off, at least, partially genuine. “Oh, okay. Well, do you wanna watch a movie or something, then?” you asked.

“Sure.”

The two of you walk in to the living room in search of something to watch, be it a movie or a random episode of a TV show. You sit fairly close to each other on the small couch, a minimal amount of space between both your legs.

As you continue your hunt for your entertainment for the night, your anxiety begins to gradually rise. Your heart is thumping wildly and the palms of your hands are growing clammy and there’s a dull throbbing pain behind your left eye. Why is this happening? What the fuck is going on?

You don’t realize when you begin drawing in breaths in quicker succession, until your chest is seizing and you’re hyperventilating. The sound of Ryan’s concerned voice is muted from inside your skull, making you feel as if you were underwater. Tears are spilling down your face but you can’t find the strength to wipe them away.

Then you feel the vibrations of Ryan frantically speaking to you floating around your brain, and you’re not quite sure what he asked, but you manage to choke out one word.

Noah.

Everything became darker and blurrier after that. Time didn’t existence nor did anything around you. Your head was swimming and you couldn’t figure out where you were — if you were at home, if you were at work, with Noah.

Noah.

You think you hear the front door opening and slamming shut all of a sudden. But you aren’t quite sure anymore. This is the most violent panic attack you’ve ever had.

You jolt when there’s an unexpected hand carefully grasping yours. It must be Ryan.

His skin is frigid compared to the heat radiating from you. He begins gently running his thumb over your knuckles, a gesture that feels vaguely familiar.

The thing that finally brings you back to the present is the soft voice in your ear. At least you think it’s soft and gentle. Everything still sounds warbled, but there’s a distinct difference to this voice. You latch onto it and begin pulling yourself towards it in hopes of relinquishing the hold this panic attack has on you.

Darkness begins slinking away to reveal your living room. Your vision is blurry when you come to, but you blink away the tears that cling to your eyelashes, the action almost painful. You take a few moments to carefully and slowly gulp down several lungfuls of air before you turn to the body beside you.

But you aren’t met with the worried glaze in Ryan’s hazel eyes. Instead you see Noah next to you, his head angled down in your direction as he quietly sings.

Oh.

That’s how you were able to get through your panic attack. The only thing that has ever had that kind of power is Noah singing and holding your hand. He did it to let you know he was there the entire time, to provide something to keep you grounded to reality.

“Noah…”

Your voice comes out as a broken whisper. Noah immediately stops singing. His head shoots up. There is a frantic glint in his dark eyes as he searches your face for a moment before locking his gaze with yours.

“Baby, what happened?” he asks, one of his hands moving to your face. His palm is cool against your cheek, and you nearly shudder at the sensation of his calloused thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” you counter. You’re trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in your heart when he called you baby. But it is much too difficult, especially when he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Like you were worth looking at and cherishing. Your stomach churns mildly.

A muscle feathers under his skin when Noah clenches his jaw. He continues staring at you, save for the single glance he shoots up and to the left.

You hesitantly look over your shoulder, and there, standing just behind the couch with his hands clenching the cushions, is Ryan. The look on his face is tight but unreadable. You feel Noah’s hand lightly glide down until it rests against the side of your neck. Ryan’s eyes track the movement.

“What happened?” You ask Ryan the same question, hoping he gives you an answer. You’re trying to ignore the placement of Noah’s hand, but it is proving to be nowhere near easy.

It takes Ryan a few prolonged seconds to say anything. But when he does finally speak, he says, “We were trying to find a movie to watch, but then you tensed and started shaking. I tried talking to you and to get you to stop crying and hyperventilating. You weren’t responding and I was getting really fucking worried.”

Ryan pauses. He visibly swallows, then shifts his hazel gaze from the hand against your throat to your face. A flinch ripples through your body at the emotionless light in his eyes.

“You managed to say one word,” he continues. His tone is devoid of feeling, almost like he was trying not to show any emotion at all. “Noah. And I automatically knew who you were talking about. So, because I was desperate as shit, I got your phone unlocked and found his contact you kept for some reason. I called him and, well, here he is.”

Ryan looks down at the floor beneath him. Your heart is speeding up once more, and Noah seems to have noticed because he presses his index finger into the pulse point beneath the hinge of your jaw. The pressure is ginger at best, but it somehow manages to keep you from going in to hysterics once more.

You look back at Noah to see him already watching you closely. Your breath hitches slightly when you notice the familiar loving shine in his irises. God, you have missed him so much.

Noah has one knee bent and resting on the couch, with the other dangling over the edge. Over the course of the attack you had crumpled into a ball — a familiar aspect of these things for you — and Noah had managed to peel away your arms from where they had wrapped around your legs like a vise. He had entered your personal bubble in hopes of helping you. One hand of his hands still held yours with a secure grip.

You felt an overwhelming need to wrap Noah up in a thankful, loving hug. But you still felt Ryan’s presence.

Mulling over your decision in your head kept the room silent. It took longer than you would have wanted, but you knew it was a necessary one to make in the first place.

“Ryan.” You shift just enough to face Ryan more directly. He lifts his head as you force your arm to move. You slowly reach for one of his hands, gathering the strength to talk. “Thank you for being here. It means so much to me.”

Ryan doesn’t say anything initially. First, he rakes his gaze over to Noah, a glare overcoming him.

“I didn’t do anything, Y/N,” he bites out. “All I did was call the ex.”

You feel Noah tense, but he doesn’t speak.

“I’m gonna leave now,” Ryan says, finally stepping away from the couch. “I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

As Ryan heads for the door, you call out, “I’ll call you.”

With his hand already on the doorknob, Ryan stops to look at you. His gaze softens as you make eye contact.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” he tells you. His words are quiet and tinged with a tense of sadness. He gives you a small smile. “This was really nice. I’ll see you around.”

Then Ryan is gone.

And you’re alone with Noah.

Silence sits over you like a weighted blanket. Sitting in the dead quiet with Noah has always been relaxing and comfortable, because there would be times you would lay your head down on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. At times like those neither of you had any responsibilities or stresses. You simply existed together in your own little world.

But there is an underlying tension this time around. You’re still angled towards the front door and you can feel Noah watching you. His pinky brushes your collarbone, and it takes all of your remaining strength to suppress a shiver.

Then Noah’s hand slips from your neck, and you can’t help but miss the sudden vacancy.

“Y/N. Can we talk about this?”

Noah’s voice is quiet. His soft tone is tainted with something akin to anger, but you can’t be sure. Maybe it’s sadness or confusion. Either way, you turn your head towards him.

Strands of his dark hair are dangling in front of his face. There’s an unidentifiable glint in his eyes that has your heart stuttering. You suddenly have a desire to reach forward and touch the tattoos on his hands and neck, everything else covered in black clothing. And you think you’re successful at resisting that feeling, when you’ve slowly counted to ten in your head. But you can never rein yourself in very well when it comes to Noah.

You turn to fully face him. He watches your every move with a confused air about him. His body stills completely when you finally stretch your arm out, your fingertips brushing the red apple at his throat. You swear he shivers slightly when your fingernails graze his inked skin.

Noah lets you touch his tattoos without a word or twitch of a muscle. With every movement you make he watches you like a hawk, like he’s going to tear you limb from limb at any moment. You have done this countless times over the years, but something about this time feels different.

This goes on for only a few short minutes. Until Noah grasps your wrists and gently pushes your arms away from him. He keeps his hold on you.

“Y/N.”

Your throat constricts slightly in apparent preparation to cry once more. But you swallow thickly as you manage to meet his eye.

“Noah.”

He tightens his jaw. He lowers his eyebrows slightly as he considers you and your slightly patronizing reply of his name.

“We’re gonna talk about this,” he tells you. “Right now. Whether you like it or not. We need to talk.”

And he’s right, you know he is. Though you don’t know how this is going to go.

You shakily take a deep breath anyways. You nod once, gesturing as best as you can despite your momentary shackles for Noah to speak.

“Why? Why did you break up with me?” Oh god, you’re hoping he didn’t feel your pulse spike at his question. “I mean, you gave me a reason, but we both know it was kinda bullshit. You didn’t tell me the truth. So can you tell me the truth now?”

Fuck. You can’t do this.

I’m sorry, Noah. But I can’t do this anymore.

There’s a pulsing behind your eye. Your head is pounding and your cheeks are tear-stained. And you would be an even bigger liar if you restated what you said that night. ‘Cause by the fucking gods above, you were all in from the beginning. You knew you were in love with Noah a long time before you actually started dating. You have been by his side through the worst years of his life, and he has been there for yours.

You have missed him more than anything this past month. Even while hanging out with Ryan something felt off. Your brain was too hung up on Noah to even fathom forgetting him or replacing him.

So what’s the point of hiding anything else from Noah, since he has seen and witnessed every dark and ugly and rotten thing you hold inside? He saw all the bad and evil that reside deep, deep down and still chose to stay.

But you have been broken for a long time, even considering how much Noah has helped you. There is something damaged beyond repair within. You’re not sure if it’s worth keeping anyone around anymore in order to try and fix it. It seems pointless, really.

Noah is still watching you. His hands are firm around your wrists as he waits for your answer.

“I’ve never been good enough for you,” you finally say, and it feels like a weight is lifted from your chest. “You how damaged I am. You have seen all of the shit that keeps me up at night and you’ve experienced firsthand how violent my panic attacks are. Why the fuck did you stay? You’re Noah fucking Sebastian. Lead singer of a successful metal-core band, who could have anyone he wants. And you chose me? I guess I just don’t see why.

“I’m not worth the hassle or worry. Everyone wastes their time with me. I’m not getting better — I can’t get better! So I removed the variable that was the issue. I removed the problem so you wouldn’t have to. I willingly took the swan dive, ‘cause sooner or later I was gonna self-destruct. I’m a fucking time-bomb, and you know it.”

Throughout your explanation Noah stared at you. He had made no attempts to interject or talk down on your feelings. He listened intently, and your heart aches.

But you can’t take the staring any longer. You wrench your hands away from Noah and stand from the couch. You wobble on your feet for a moment before you regain your balance, shuffling to the other side of the living room.

You turn to look at Noah to see him slumped against the back couch cushions. His arms are crossed over his chest and his eyes are still tracking you. Both feet are planted on the carpet.

“Would you stop looking at me like that?” you demand. “Like—Like I’m being irrational. Or, like—“

“Like I actually care about you?”

You fall silent at Noah’s interruption. His face is nearly expressionless, but you detect the minuscule frown on his lips.

“I’m not gonna stop caring about you, Y/N,” Noah continues, his voice low. You think he may be angry. “It’s not something I’m interested in doing. Because, yeah, I’ve seen all of the fucked up shit inside of you, but you’ve also seen it from me. You chose to stay too, right? So why would I want someone who doesn’t harbor a little bit of pain or agony? That makes you human, and that makes you you. ‘Cause believe me when I say that I am in love with you. Baggage and everything. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Tears had begun falling from your eyes again. Your lips trembled slightly at Noah’s declaration. Your body was shaking.

You watch as Noah gets to his feet. You can’t help but fold your arms around your torso as he slowly approaches you. The blood pumping through your veins and roaring in your ears is deafening.

“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.”

Noah pauses a few paces away at your words. He meets your eye for just a moment before you’re locking your gaze onto the floor.

“Okay. Then don’t promise. I don’t care if you hurt me, ‘cause I’m gonna stay either way.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“What if…” You sniffle as you tighten your hold on yourself. “What if I don’t want you to stay?”

“That’s not happening.”

“Noah, I—“

Noah takes the steps forward to reach you. “The only reason you don’t want me to stay is so you can convince yourself everything was your fault,” he told you. His voice is still low in pitch and peppered with a certain hardness. “I’m not gonna let that happen. None of this is your fault.”

Your instincts are screaming at you to fall into Noah. Every inch of your body is berating you to let this all go and let Noah back in. You both need each other, you know that. So why is this so goddamn hard?

His words hang in the air like a heavy fog. Your vision is blurry from tears. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. This has to end.

“Get out.”

Noah recoils a fraction at your unexpected statement. “What?”

“I said get out. I made my decision, and you need to respect that.”

“I’m not leaving.”

More tears cascade down your face. Every single one feels like acid eating away at your skin as you raise your head to look Noah in the eye.

“I’m not going to ask you again, Noah.”

Noah doesn’t protest. But you can see the tears in his eyes as he eventually backs away and goes for the front door. You’re shaking uncontrollably as you watch him open the door, chance a glance back at you, then leave. He gently shuts it behind him.

A void opens up in your chest. It yawns wide, a blackened abyss growing bigger and bigger inside of you, threatening to consume your soul.

God, what the fuck have you done? You are so in love with him, and you just let him leave like that. You can’t even begin to believe that you’re this fucking stupid.

But Noah left because he loves you. And that makes the tears fall harder and faster.

You can’t imagine a life where he isn’t there. Frankly, you don’t want to imagine such a life. In every past, present and future you have ever conjured up in your head, Noah has always been there. And you just ruined any chance of fulfilling a better future for both of you.

This can’t happen.

You’re not going to let this happen.

Without thinking you dash for the door and fling it open. At the other end of the fairly short hallway, near the elevator, is Noah. His head is hung and he’s holding his phone. You can’t see his face clearly, but there’s a foreign rigidness to his body that you wish you never have to see again.

“Noah!”

And at first Noah doesn’t react. Then he’s twisting his neck to look your way. The sight of you has him straightening his posture and sliding his phone back in to his pocket. You can see the rise and fall of his chest, a certain anxiety about him that hurts your heart.

Then you let out a loud sob, and Noah is racing for you without hesitation. He gathers you in his arms before your body crumples to the floor. You latch your fingers onto the fabric of his shirt as you cry against his shoulder. One of his arms is fastened around your abdomen while the other is along your shoulders, that hand slipping through your locks of hair and carelessly gripping at the roots.

“I’m sorry,” you sob against his body. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid. I am so sorry—“

Noah cuts you off. “No, Y/N, do not apologize,” he tells you, his own voice thick with tears. “You’re not stupid, either. You were trying to do the right thing for you, and that’s okay. Never apologize for that. Okay?”

You manage to nod once. Then he’s carrying you back into your apartment in the direction of your room. He carefully sets you down on your bed and immediately joins you. There’s blankets around you and Noah is holding you tightly.

You bury your face in his neck with your arms coiled around his shoulders. His arms hold you against him, his head resting beside yours on the pillows.

The pillows were beginning to lose the smell of Noah’s cologne. You were worried they would have trapped the scent of Ryan instead over the past couple weeks, but all you feel is Noah. Every sense is overwhelmed by him and his presence. The feeling of his body against yours feels like coming home once and for all.

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♱ foliosriot 2023

[kisakis-boyfriend]

🎃 spending the autumn holidays with alois trancy? platonic (reader is alois’ older brother if possible) and in a hc format or scenario i’m not picky haha. he literally makes me cry everytime I watch s2 and I want him to have someone be there for him for once. it would be cute to play around in the leaves and snuggle next to a fireplace 😭

let the poor boy know someone loves him

Author's Note: ALOIS MY BELOVED!! I'm the exact same way, I want to rewatch s2 just to see Alois, but I know I'm going to bawl my eyes out when I do. ;-; Someone give that boy a loving home and family, it's the least he deserves 💔

Pairings: None

Warnings: Male!reader, brother!reader, fluff, baking, a smidgen of hurt/comfort

• Baking is one of his favorite parts of any holiday (Halloween especially. He loves decorating goofy Halloween treats)

• When the two of you get into the kitchen together it is going to be a mess!

• Alois starts it by tossing flour at your shirt (deliberately missing your apron). You retaliate by flicking orange icing on his cheek. Chaos ensues

• By the time your food fight is over there are ingredients on every last thing in the kitchen, you're covered in so much flour that Alois calls you a ghost, and he's covered in so much dyed icing that you call him a pumpkin 🎃👻

• You still manage to make decent desserts though. It's truly a miracle.

• Now, Mr. Trancy may claim that hayrides and pumpkin patches are for children, but secretly he enjoys doing those activities with you

• You can only smile and shake your head when you catch your lil bro standing on top of a pile of hay bales shouting “Bow down before your king!”

• As for playing in the leaves, that happens unintentionally. Alois is supposed to be helping you rake them, but when he gets bored and complains, you sneak up behind him and stuff a handful of leaves down the back of his coat

• Much like your baking session, this turns into the two of you throwing leaves at each other and you tossing him into one massive pile

• It's not so fun when your brother throws the wet and muddy leaves at you though 💀

• After your "chore" is over, you head inside for a little hot cocoa and rest. And by rest I mean Alois falls asleep on your shoulder watching the flames in the fireplace dance. You don't have the heart to move him, so you simply rest your eyes too

• Being the brave young man that he is, Alois begs for you to tell him some ghost stories. And eventually you do give in

• You stay up for a couple hours putting on a great performance—scaring the living daylights out of your baby brother even as he tries to hide his fear

• “Are those stories…real?” he asks, making an attempt to mask his trembling voice

• “There may be some truth to a few of them, or… it's more like they're loosely based on real events, but don't take them at face value.” you calmly explain. “Except for the one about the ghost that haunts our manor. I've seen him a few times :)”

• “………”

• “Goodnight, sleep tight!”

• Around 1 am your bedroom door creaks open, and a tiny figure shuffles inside

• Alois asks if he can sleep with you tonight, and you realize this is probably because you scared him a little too well with your stories…

• You feel really bad, and you allow him to spend the night in your room. You both curl up under the warm covers and you assure him that nothing will hurt him as long as you're there 💜

[hungergamesheadcanons]

You Certainly Took Your Time, My Love

Annie didn't know what had happened.

One minute she was old and frail, laying in bed with her sweet Caspian beside her. She'd died, she'd thought, looking at her son who was the exact picture of Finnick. Caspian's wife, Isla, and their twin daughters Naia and Talassa, were in Annie's kitchen, making a meal for her as she'd long since lost the ability to walk. Caspian had looked worried, his eyes filled with tears as Annie spoke slowly, and dying? Well, it had just felt like falling asleep.

But she woke up. Emerging from some kind of pool, she looked around the landscape. It was dark, thousands of tiny lights glittering in the darkness that Annie soon realised were stars. A gleaming white path stretched out into the distance, and the water around Annie's ankles fitted between colours, shades of pink, blue, green and red dancing beneath her feet.

And in front of her was Finnick.

"You certainly took your time, my love." He grinned, looking every bit as young as he had the day he had left her in 13. His body was flawless, no signs of the injuries inflicted upon him by the mutts Katniss had told her about years after he had passed, green eyes reflecting the lights surrounding them.

"What can I say?" Annie smiled, carefully stepping out of the pond and walking towards him. Her body was also young, probably slightly older than Finnick now - maybe around 25 or 26 - and clothed in a simple white dress that matched Finnick's loose clothing.

"I couldn't leave just yet."

"I'm glad you didn't," Finnick reached out to her, and he two embraced tightly, both shedding quiet tears for a matter of minutes before pulling apart. "I saw everything, Annie. Our son, his marriage, Naia and Talassa... You did so well, Annie. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to see it alongside you."

And Annie reached up to wipe the tear-tracks from his face, reveling in the way he nuzzled into her hand subconsciously. "What do you mean?" She asked, "I felt you beside me every day. Caspian knows you, and so does Isla, Naia, Talassa... They know you, and Mags, and Uncle Haymitch, Uncle Peeta and Auntie Katniss were always telling them stories of you. They knew you were there, watching over them."

Finnick was openly crying now, head still cradled between Annie's hands, and she leant in to kiss him gently. It was a sweet kiss, even filled with salt, and she let him pull himself together a little before asking her questions.

"Where's Mags? Haymitch? Johanna?"

"All down that path." He pointed. "They said it felt right to walk it. Mags waited for me, but she walked down that path after we... beat up, Snow. When he came through that pond we might have battered him a little bit."

"We?" Annie asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Yeah. Me, Prim - she left when her mother arrived -, Mags, Cashmere, Gloss, Wiress, a couple of guys from the squad, and two others. A Lucy Gray Baird from 12 - won just before Mags, they apparently enjoyed talking a lot before Snow showed up -, and a Sejanus Plinth. He didn't get the chance to walk the path - once we were done he took a step and just fell through it."

"I'm glad," Annie grinned, "he deserved it. So the rest of them are up that way?"

"Yep." Finnick nodded, resting his head on her shoulders. "And now it's our turn. Unless you're tied here?"

And Annie looked at the pond, looked at Caspian comforting his family at her funeral. Watched Katniss and Peeta and their children offer their condolences, being each other's support system and holding each other tight. Heard both of the adults from 12 telling him about how in love his parents were, and that they were surely reunited again to be sickeningly in love all over again.

He didn't need her to watch him.

"He'll be fine." She decided, taking Finnick's hand and starting to walk down the path. "I think we need to catch up."

And when Katniss and Peeta finally joined them, within a couple hours of each other, Annie and Finnick had already started their new life. In their own little segment of heaven, that tied on to Johanna's, and Haymitch's, and Prim's, and Lucy Gray's, and Sejanus's, was already inhabited by Mags, who greeted them with warm hugs and hot chocolate ready and waiting.

Annie had never seen Mags so young, with curly brown hair and warm brown eyes that had remained the same throughout the years, and it took her a minute to recognise her. But Mags had already helped create the landscape - a beautiful beach that lead onto a meadow, with a sweet little cottage tucked in. The cottage was perfectly sized for the three of them, full of soft furnishings and sweet decor that had been mimicked from their actual lives. Finnick's shell strings from his sister's were hung up in the living room, Caspian's childhood drawings hung up on a fridge alongside Naia's and Talassa's. Even some that Annie didn't recognise - with a small little F.O in the corner that Mags looked at fondly.

And sat on the golden sand, with Finnick's head in her lap, watching the waves lap lazily at their toes, Annie waited patiently for Caspian to join them.

[cutiedwaekki]

hey, friend ~ ! 💗✨

saw your request box was open and had an idea/request!

pairing: kim seungmin/han jisung

topic: chubby seungmin, obsessive jisung, body worship, canon-compliant, friends to lovers

seungmin gains some weight after having gone on break, and gets made fun of by netizens on bubble (or instagram). seungmin acts like the hate doesn't bother him, but jisung walks in on him crying alone in his room. jisung comforts him, and it results in jisung admitting his feelings for seungmin, and then worshipping his chubby body. in the end, they become boyfriends and seungmin becomes confident in his body, so much so, that he doesn't see the need to lose the excess weight because jisung is so obsessed.

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Seungmin x Jisung

Contain : weight gain, mention of insecurity, body worship

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sorry for the long wait, I promise it will be worth it (at least I hope haha) anyway I hope you like it, I had fun writing this fic for those who are not after Changbin my heart belongs to Seungmin so don't hesitate to request another story with chubby seungmin hehe

Speaking of chubby seungmin stay tuned it's just a question of temos before I publish my big fic of detective puppym 👀

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Stray Kids, one of the most popular groups of their generation, was known for their boundless energy, intense performances, and dedication to their fans. The group had won the hearts of millions around the world. Their fans were undoubtedly thrilled to learn that after their tour, they would get a well-deserved vacation.

Seungmin, after months of intense promotions and concerts, felt the need to take a break. He decided to go to Japan with his family to rest and recharge. He really cleared his mind, not thinking about anything, no social media, no stress, just relaxation and leisure. This is how Seungmin indulged in all the culinary delights he hadn’t been able to taste for a long time. He savored every dish, every dessert, every bite with undisguised pleasure. He always thought, "Might as well enjoy it" before having to return to his diet, and a few indulgences wouldn’t be noticeable, right?

However, when he returned to the dorm, he was met with general surprise. Seungmin wore the same loose t-shirt he had left with, but now it was too tight. His cheeks were rounder, his belly slightly prominent, and large love handles protruded from his shirt. The members were both shocked and happy to see him back. Honestly, they didn’t care if he had gained weight or not; they too had let themselves go a bit, which was a sign that the vacation had been restful for them all.

And yet, as they enjoyed their reunion, Jeongin timidly asked, "Hyung, is that the same t-shirt you wore when you left?"

Seungmin smiled awkwardly. “Yes is it” before he changes position so as to show off his stomach less

The other members surrounded him, expressing their joy at seeing him back and rested. But despite their warm welcome, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel a certain anxiety about his appearance.

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Upon his return, Seungmin noticed that Jisung was acting strangely around him. He seemed more nervous, his eyes often lingering on Seungmin's body. He frequently made comments about his appearance before biting his lip and quickly slipping away.

The first awkward moment happened during a dance practice. As Seungmin was stretching, Jisung stared at him before blurting out, almost without thinking, "You're ... rounder than usual, aren’t you?" Then, realizing the impact of his words, he blushed and quickly apologized. "I mean, you look healthy!" before fleeing the room.

Another time, while they were all gathered for dinner, Jisung couldn’t help but watch Seungmin eat. “Isn’t that too heavy to carry?” he said with an awkward smile as he stared openly at his stomach where a pair of moobs had recently grown and were resting heavily on his stomach . Seungmin, embarrassed, simply murmured, “What?” pretending not to understand the question, before Jisung realized the embarrassment he was causing and apologized again, quickly leaving the table.

One evening, as Seungmin was about to go to bed, Jisung passed by him and, unable to resist, brushed his belly with a strange smile. "It suits you, you know." But before Seungmin could respond, Jisung covered his mouth and quickly disappeared.

Disturbed by Jisung's behavior, Seungmin turned to Felix, another member of the group. "Felix, do you think Jisung hates me now? Because of my weight?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Felix shook his head vigorously. "Of course not, Seungmin. Jisung doesn’t hate you. You don’t need to worry."

And yet, Seungmin couldn’t stop thinking about it all night.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

But Seungmin’s worries were far from eased. He began to receive negative comments online, with netizens criticizing his weight.

"Seungmin has gotten fat, he should be careful."

"Where’s the slim, cute Seungmin we loved? TT"

"He doesn’t even fit in his clothes anymore!"

"Seriously, how many weight has he put on?"

"He should go back to the gym."

"He's so unserious"

Each comment was like a dagger to his heart. Seungmin tried to stay strong, pretending it didn’t affect him. However, one morning, while putting on his favorite pants, he realized with horror that they no longer fit. The pant was too tight, not closing properly. He had to opt for sweatpants which, although comfortable, reminded him that they were the only pants that still fit him.

Later, during a dinner with all the members, Chan teased Seungmin with a smile. "Hey, Seungmin, leave some for everyone else. Even Changbin didn’t eat that much," followed by general laughter, including from Changbin, who didn’t seem to take the remark badly.

Chan’s tone was light, but Seungmin immediately felt hurt. Just before, he had read more negative comments, and their manager had pinched his belly, saying he would soon need to lose all that weight. Unable to contain his emotions, Seungmin forced a smile before quietly leaving the table.

After dinner, Jisung, who had noticed Seungmin’s discomfort, found him alone in his room, his eyes red with tears. "Seungmin, what’s wrong?"

Seungmin sobbed between breaths. "Everything. Chan, horrible comments, even our manager thinks I should lose weight. I’m not myself anymore. I didn’t do anything wrong and yet everyone is against me... even you ... what's so wrong about me."

Jisung approached slowly, sitting beside Seungmin on his bed. “Seungmin, nothing’s wrong with you I promised. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” He took a deep breath. “I...the context is definitely not the best but...there’s something I need to tell you.”

Seungmin looked up, his tears slowing, curious about what Jisung would say.

"I love you, Seungmin," Jisung said in a soft but firm voice. "For a long time. And... that’s why I’ve been acting so awkward. It’s just that... every time I see you, I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are."

Seungmin was speechless. "... Really?"

Jisung nodded, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Yes. And I want you to feel good about yourself. To me, you’re perfect as you are. You’re beautiful, talented, funny, cute, and so damn hot i mean look at you , you're crying but i can't stop finding you good as hell ... but I think I’m talking too much," he said, blushing.

Yet, he moved closer, gently placing a hand on Seungmin’s belly. "Your body... it turns me on," he murmured, blushing slightly. "Your cheeks, your belly... every part of you is beautiful."

Seungmin felt a warm sensation fill his heart. "Jisung... I..." Words failed him, but the emotion in his eyes spoke for him. He leaned in slowly, their lips meeting in a tender and sincere kiss.

Jisung held him in his arms, hugging him tightly. "You’re beautiful, Seungmin. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that."

They spent the night talking, cuddling, exploring this new dynamic between them. Jisung continued to compliment every part of Seungmin’s body, his hands gliding over his curves with palpable adoration. Seungmin, soothed and comforted, let himself go, savoring every moment of this new intimacy.

He felt special, as if every time Jisung touched him, his insecurities vanished. That night, he no longer feared the negative comments or their manager. That night, he was beautiful because Jisung said so.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

A few days later, Seungmin read online comments, but this time they were positive.

"Seungmin looks great, he looks like a puppy now!"

"I love Seungmin’s new look, he’s even cuter!"

“Look at him smile!!”

"Jisung is so touchy with Seungmin these days, it’s adorable!"

"I think I’m going to ship Jisung and Seungmin now."

"find a man who looks at me in the same way as Jisung's looking at Seungmin

Fans were posting clips of Jisung standing behind Seungmin, wrapping his hand around his belly, displaying his affection for him without reservation. Whether in front of or off-camera, Jisung didn’t hide his obsession with Seungmin’s body. That's definitly that who helped Seungmin regain confidence in himself and his body

Seungmin teased Jisung one night. "Maybe I should try to lose some weight, what do you think?"

Jisung shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. I’m obsessed with your body. I’ve gotten used to your belly; don’t take away my stress ball like that." He leaned forward, kissing Seungmin’s soft belly before murmuring against his skin. "Hannie you’re so in love with me," Seungmin joked as he tenderly stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Jisung slid his hands over Seungmin’s thighs, gently caressing them. "But you love me like this Minnie, I love you as you are."

Seungmin smiled, a warm feeling spreading through his heart. He now knew he was loved and accepted, and that was enough to make him happy

They had found happiness in each other, and Seungmin had no intention of changing. Because for Jisung, he was perfect as he was.

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The Silver Dragon (10/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2041

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Faced with the possibility of their separation, Aemond joins Arianwyn in prayer.

Warnings: None.

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Prayer

“I think that it is long past time for Arianwyn to come and live with her father – and her sisters. When you leave for King’s Landing in the morning, brother, she will remain here. With me.”

Hearing Daemon’s words, Arianwyn felt as if the very ground beneath her feet would crack open, and swallow her whole into the darkness below.

If only it would.

For this was much, much worse.

After more than thirteen years of cruel silence, punctuated that very day by even crueler words, now the Rogue Prince sought to lay claim to his firstborn daughter?

It was surely not out of love, nor a sense of familial duty. No, Daemon was sure to have more sinister intentions. But Arianwyn had not inherited her father’s penchant for malice – she could not begin to imagine what he might have in mind for her.

All she knew was the fear and rage crackling in her heart like a frost. She allowed the ice to pulse through her veins with every beat of her heart, until it froze even the tears in her eyes. She was so gods-damned tired of crying.

“I will not,” she declared. “You are no father of mine, and my home with never be with you.” Her eyes of silver – the eyes of House Royce – never left her father’s as she spoke. She looked at him with all the hatred she possessed, and still, it was less than he deserved.

But Daemon had seen that same look in those very same eyes before. It did not sway him then, and it did not now. “It has been a difficult night for you,” he said. Though his lips played in a pout of pity, his eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, I will forgive your unbecoming words. You will be coming with me – as your father, I command it.”

Arianwyn shook her head, hand instinctually reaching out to the empty space on her left. But Aemond was not there. He still stood with his mother, her arm cradling him as they both looked to Arianwyn with fear in their eyes. “Help me,” she mouthed.

The Queen stared back at her helplessly. Any goodwill she held with the King, any sway she might have had over him was lost the moment she drew Rhaenyra’s blood. But still, she had to try. She had failed to find justice for her son – she would not allow Arianwyn to face this injustice unchallenged.

“What right have you to command her?” She asked, releasing Aemond from her grasp and nudging him toward Arianwyn. He stumbled as he ran, gripping the girl’s shoulders to steady himself – she held him back with such strength that her hands went white.

“Since Arianwyn was only weeks old, the King and I have been her guardians,” Alicent addressed the gathered crowd as much as she did Daemon and her husband. “Her late mother, Rhea Royce, even as she died in the birthing bed, was more parent to her than you have ever been. Arianwyn stays with us.”

Daemon’s lip curled as he faced the Queen. “And I offer my sincere gratitude to the both of you,” he snarled, struggling to keep the spite from his voice, “for fulfilling my duties in my absence. But having just lost my beloved wife, I have resolved to rededicate myself to my family – including my firstborn.”

Arianwyn was so disgusted by her father’s brazen lies that she could vomit. Surely anyone with even a shred of sense could see through his sickly-sweet façade. But perhaps good sense was less common than she initially thought.

The King, heaving with exhaustion from the unending calamity of the night, once more lowered himself into the Driftwood Throne. He looked to Arianwyn, then her father, then his wife. With a great sigh, he turned to Ser Westerling.

“Clear the room,” he ordered. “I must speak with my brother and my wife. Now!”

Arianwyn was so enraged that she was being excluded from the conversation to determine her fate that Ser Criston Cole was required to carry her from the throne room of High Tide.

She did not make it easy for the knight. She twisted her shoulders in his arms to try and escape, but Cole’s grip held firm. Even when she kicked her legs against his shins, seeking to knock him down as she had watched Aemond do to Jace earlier, he only held her tighter.

“Let me go!” she demanded.

Cole sighed, “I will let you go, but only if you promise to remain calm, and stay out of the throne room.”

Arianwyn cried, “But I can’t let him take me!”

“The Queen will do everything she can,” Cole said. “You are still but a girl. It is not your place to petition the King.”

“I am not just a girl!” she screamed, still fighting to free herself. “I am the Lady of Runestone, like my mother before me!”

Cole at last let her to the floor. But before she could run away from him, he grabbed her shoulders once more and turned her to face him. “You are,” he reached a hand up to cup her cheek. “But you are also a girl. The power of your position will not be yours for years to come.”

She pouted, though she did not fight him. “Boys can claim their titles when they are sixteen,” she whined. “Cregan Stark just reclaimed Winterfell from his uncle, and he is only three years older than me. Why must I be made to wait until I am twenty-one? It is not fair!”

“It is the law of the land,” Cole said, “as it has been since long before Aegon the Conqueror landed in Westeros. It does not have to be fair.”

Arianwyn’s head drooped, for she knew his words were true. She could only be grateful that her thrice great-grandfather had let the old laws of the Vale that allowed her to inherit at all stand.

Cole let his hands fall. “I am ordered to return you to your rooms. But if you promise to behave, and tell no one that I’ve disobeyed my orders, then I will take you to Aemond instead. Let you spend time with him…” He did not have to finish his sentence; she knew how it would end.

While you still can.

Aemond had not been returned to the chambers he shared with Aegon but instead taken to the Maester’s wing where he could continue to be looked after. He laid in a bed that had been brought in for him, with additional pillows stuffed at his back to keep him upright. One of the Maesters had dressed his wound, so Arianwyn did not have to gaze upon the horrid gash. If he was to leave without her tomorrow, she did not want his injury to be her final image of him.

She approached the bed, looking to Orwyle for permission before perching on its edge.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

Aemond grimaced, fiddling with his blankets. “I can hardly feel much of anything, to be honest. The Maester gave me more milk of the poppy when we got here.”

Arianwyn smiled and waved her hand in front of his face. “Can you even see me right now?” she asked, “Or is your vision filled with ghosts and faeries?

He laughed, reaching out to catch her hand. It took him three attempts to finally snare it. “I can see you,” he said. “Though not as well as I would like.”

Of course – his eye. Guilt wrenched through Arianwyn’s heart as she laid their hands between them. “I’m sorry, that was cruel of me.”

Aemond shook his head. “Don’t apologize. It will take time for me to get used to it as well.”

“Will you be able to fly tomorrow?”

“I think so,” he said. “Aegon said the flight home was easy, that Vhagar would not need much guidance from me to find her way back to King’s Landing. Besides, there will be three other dragons for us to follow… I hope.”

Arianwyn sighed. “Hope is all we can do tonight. And pray.”

Moving to intertwine their fingers, Aemond stared deeply into her eyes. “May I pray with you?”

She nodded. “I would like that. You were always better at it than me.”

“I have a lot of practice,” he said, cheeks flushed under his wrappings. “Now, close your eyes.”

Arianwyn obeyed. But rather than clasp her own hands in front of her, she kept her fingers laced with his.

“Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Warrior, Smith, and Stranger,” Aemond began. “Grant us all your strength this night – for we have never been in such dire need of your aid. Heal us of our wounds, inside and out. Stitch together our flesh as well as our broken hearts. Help us to leave those who would harm us far behind, and strengthen our bonds with those whom we love, and who love us in return.”

He opened his eye, gazing at Arianwyn’s beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, her brow knitted together she concentrated all her thoughts on the prayer. The thought that she may be taken from him stung sharper than any knife.

“Protect us.” He begged of the Seven, and any other god that might be listening. “Wherever we may be tomorrow and in all the days to come, keep us safe and whole. And no matter how far we may be, let us always – always­ – find our way back to each other.”

After the prayer, neither child made any mention of what decisions may be made by their parents. They chose instead to talk of simple things. The odd seafood they were served at dinner. The books they were both reading. If Vhagar would like Emrys and vice versa.

They talked for what seemed like hours, though it was indeed only minutes until the milk of the poppy took hold of Aemond, carrying him gently into a peaceful sleep. Arianwyn stayed by his side even then. She lay beside him, running her fingers through the tangles in his still sandy hair.

The Queen arrived just as she finished straightening his silver locks. “You are meant to be in your own rooms, Aria,” she scolded, though her heart warmed to see the girl here.

“Ser Cole brought me here,” Arianwyn replied, “though I was not supposed to tell you that.”

Alicent smiled, “That man’s heart has always been his weakness. Though I have never been able to find fault in that.” She came to sit at the end of the bed, watching her son at rest.

Arianwyn did not want to know the answer, but she had to ask. “What did the King decide?”

Devastation crossed the Queen’s face as she reached for the girl’s hand. “I am so, so sorry, Aria. I tried all that I could. But Viserys would not listen when I tried to tell him what your father did.”

“I cannot believe that he does not know,” Arianwyn spat. “Or at least suspect.”

“I agree. But the King has always turned a blind eye to the crimes of his brother. He has never given up hope that Daemon can somehow be redeemed.” The Queen began to cry, as she cradled her niece’s wounded face. “Now he hopes that you will be his redemption. That somehow, him taking responsibility for you will erase all the evil of his past.”

“It will not,” Arianwyn said. Though her heart was breaking, she had no tears left to spill. “He will always be the man who killed my mother, and left me to rot.”

The Queen, losing the last of her composure, could only nod.

Arianwyn sat tall, trying to summon the strength of her mother. “I have no choice but to go with him,” she said. “But he will never be my father.”

When the sun rose, she would be ripped from her true family – from everyone she ever loved. She would be a prisoner to her own father, entirely at his mercy. But she had faith. Aemond’s prayer would protect her. And though it may take years, eventually, she would find a way to escape from Daemon, and make her way back home.

Next Chapter

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Some Ed Norton movie reviews

Wrote some reviews on movies I've seen.

Primal Fear (1996)

Thoughts on his acting: Loved this movie so much! Stellar acting for the first movie. You don’t even see the sudden switch from Aaron to Roy, it happens so fast. Terrifying and confusing Richard Gere in his first movie is not something everyone can do, but Norton did it. The unnerving facial expressions, the dialogues, the stuttering, and the final reveal: “We were just dancing Marty,” showed how talented Norton was to be able to portray someone faking a dual personality.

Fight Club (1999)

Thoughts: This movie felt like I was watching the Twilight Zone. To the unsettling dialogues, to the dim tone of the movie, to Norton acting so bizarre, to Brad Pitt’s cocky manner, this movie was so strange to me. I didn’t find it to be a representation of masculinity. Norton portrays this lonely man who wants some excitement in his life, and doesn't like that he isn’t able to stand up for himself at work. This alter-ego of his (Pitt’s character) that plays in his mind makes him imagine things that aren’t there, say things he really wants to say, in a sense enhancing his personality. He doesn’t realize he has been making decisions about his life, such as starting the Fight Club, Norton did a great job playing a somber, naïve, and sleep ridden character. I personally don’t see the cult status this movie received, but I enjoyed the acting, the soundtrack, and the twist ending. 

The Illusionist (2006)

Thoughts: This is based from the short story by Steven Milhauser. The description of Eisenheim in the story almost matches Norton’s depiction in the movie. This movie and The Prestige was release the same year, causing some stir for debate on which magician movie was better. Norton does a great job in playing a magician—he’s believable, from his hairstyles, beard, and expressive eyes. Jessica Biel did a great job as his love interest, there was a certain chemistry between her and Norton in their scenes.

The Painted Veil (2007)

Thoughts: This is one of my favorite Norton movies. This is based on the book by  W. Somerset Maugham, which was published in the 1920’s. The movie was beautifully taken, and Norton did a fine job with the research of the setting. I love movies that analyze relationships between people, and that’s what this movie is about. His acting as the cold husband, who does love his wife despite her infidelity showed through. Naomi Watts as his wife couldn’t have been a better pairing. Norton has a British accent for the role and is able to keep it throughout the movie  in a believable way.

Birdman (2014)

Thoughts: Well deserved nomination that he got for best supporting actor. The first scene with him jumping into character represents his dual character portrayals—how he can go from unlikable on stage to Shakespeare and soft off stage. I wish there were more scenes with him and Emma Stone's character—perhaps a scene where they both find out about Birdman in the hospital, and her rection to it, and him comforting her.

Collateral Beauty (2016)

Thoughts: The movie’s unusual story line, to everyone’s chemistry, and funny dialogues made this movie enjoyable. Norton plays a divorced father, a step up from his other roles as a singular character. As one of his modern roles, he plays the role naturally and convincingly as always.

Motherless Brooklyn (2019)

Thoughts: My favorite Norton movie, hands down. This is based off the book by Jonathan Lethem. Literally could cry describing how much I love this movie. I just want to give Lionel Essrog a hug; he is my comfort character. He plays a man, Lionel, with Tourette's, who is misunderstood. His acting is incredible in this. With the attention to detail and inclusion of the jazz scene, housing crises, and more, I learned something new. I love how he took the book, and tweaked it to be better in movie format. I also liked Lionel’s chemistry with Laura (Mbatha-Raw), it’s not forced or cheesy, it feels natural to the story.

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charles oliveira fluff alphabet please, you're the best !! ♡♡

What he likes about you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you take care of him, after a fight or just in general. You always there to help him out, loving him dearly.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: Your face, especially your smile, he loves your smile, it lights up your whole face and it makes him smile as well.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: from behind, Wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he kiss your neck and shoulders. He also does that in bed, he’s the big spoon and you the little one.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Taking you out for a walk, holding your hands, eating some ice cream and just relax.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He’s a bit more cautious around you, he knows he can be very loud and maybe be a bit snappy when he’s having a bad day, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with him.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: yes he wants to start a family with you, he’s telling you often that you would be a good mom. He’s waiting for you to be ready for this next chapter in life.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he think’s you deserves it, he loves to spoil his girl. When you say: oh that’s cute, I like this one or anything else that’s says in his ears I want that, you get that.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he loves to hold your hands, when you guys are walking or sitting next to each other, he can easily calm you down and pulling you closer if he wants.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: if something bad happened to you, He would cry and he would pray that you are okay. If someone else hurt you he would be angry, losing his mind and patience. If you hurt yourself he would hold you and tell you everything going to be okay.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: always goofing around, dancing with you, having a tickle fight, just having fun together.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: tenderly placing kisses on your cheeks, he also loves to pull you close and kiss you, sweet and soft.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He always has his eyes on you, he makes sure your comfortable and safe, he spoils you with gifts, he hugs you a lot, just holding you close to him. He also makes sure you laugh a lot, he wants you to be happy.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: You joined him on a vacation trip to his family, you both had a lovely time with his family. It was a fun time, meeting his family and friends from his hometown.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: that strangers/haters are getting to much involved in his private life and he’s afraid you can’t take it anymore and that you leave him or something like that. He knows it’s hard and thinks not fair he’s dragging you into this madness.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: That he sometimes forgets you can’t understand him completely, so he needs to tell his story again in English or he just says never mind it was not that important.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Princess because you are his spoiled princess. He also calls you meu amor (my love)

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Traveling, seeing new places, just being with you and see you enjoying yourself. He likes to do the things you like to do, it makes him happy.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Every walk out song of him, you are always there at his fights and every time you hear one of these songs it brings your mind back to him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s very open with you, he shares everything with you, how’s he’s feeling, his thoughts, the newest drama in the ufc world…. Just everything and he hopes and says it a lot that you can be open with him too.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 2 months, he didn’t know if you liked him back or if you were single.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: he’s just listening and giving you your space to rant and let you to be emotional and upset , when you did all of that, he hugs you and apologise if it was him that made you upset, if it was someone else he would say that everything will be okay and he’s there for you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: that you are trying to speak his native language, he likes to point that out to people, that his girl is learning a whole new language just for him. He of course being inspired and respected by you learns also your native language.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would go crazy but will support you. He has your back and will hundred procent fight for you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows you the best, you’re partners but also best friends. He knows you and you know him. He can tell from the way you act how you are feeling and what you want.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: At a vacation trip what you planned, asking you on a beautiful spot, on his knees. His family secretly filming that moment between you guys.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: knowing you have his back, that you are there supporting him. He also calms down when he’s done a good sparring session with his trainer but he mostly just needs you, to talk to or just holding you.

[shimmerystyles]

Better Together - Harry x Reader (Part 3 to What are you doing, NYE?)

Summary: Y/N's big day has arrived and Harry's made it his mission to make it up to y/n, after all, they're better together.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff GALORE.

a/n: read parts 1 and 2 before this one, otherwise you'll be VERY lost. thanks for all the love and keeping me accountable for actually writing a finale! love you all<3

this is the FINALE! yay! enjoy my loves!

word count: 3.4k

two recommended songs that i mentioned in this story to listen to at any point! all too well (10 min version heh) by tswift and i hear a symphony by cody fry<3

y/n's outfits: 1 , 2 harry's outfits: 1

"C'mon, Y/N... it's been WEEKS. You've got to get yourself back out there. If not for a boyfriend at LEAST for makeup se-"

"LIV!" You interrupted her hitting her arm in the process.

"Owwwww. Girl you're mean when you're sad, this has GOTTA change." She rubs her arm and shakes her head at you.

"Anyways, GIRL. Your birthday is TOMORROW!"

"Yeah, I'm glad I didn't plan anything, I'm sitting my ass at home with Mitzi."

Liv stares down at your newly adopted cat, Mitzi. Sleeping on the pillow next to you on the couch.

"No offence babe, but Mitzi isn't exactly... a hoot."

You gasp.

"Don't listen to her my love. Who needs men, a party, or anything when I have you." You pet her head and she purrs into it.

"Okay. I love you Y/N/N, but it's time to get out of this slump girl. You're going out for your birthday."

You look over at Liv with pleading eyes. "Please don't make me."

"Listen, Y/N. I kind of already planned something.."

You groaned. "Uggghhhhhhh. Liv. Whyyyy?"

"Stop whining and say "Thank you bestie for pulling me out of my slump over the man who was supposed to be the love of my life!!"

"Ouch. Thanks for the reminder, Liv." You pulled your knees up to your chest and Liv sighed softly.

"You know I mean well, Y/N/N. You deserve the best. Even if that means it's not Harry."

You've been holding onto hope that you and Harry would come back together in the last coming weeks, especially recently. He went from calling and texting you dozens of times a day to sometimes not even once a day. You felt him slipping away and it was killing you inside.

--FLASHBACK--

You ran into your house, hearing Liv call your name over and over but slamming your bedroom door behind you and locking it.

"Y/N/N, please talk to me."

"Just go away, Liv. Please." Your voice broke as you pushed out the plea to Liv.

She sighs. "I'll be downstairs babe, I'm so sorry."

Tears flooded your vision as you shuffled over to your desk, staring at all the pictures of you and Harry you'd put there. You wiped your eyes and felt your hand form into a fist. You angrily picked up a picture frame and threw it at the wall, flinching at the sound of broken glass hitting your floor. You took yourself by surprise and gasped.

Every ounce of hurt, anger, sadness, had all flood in at once. Your impulsiveness had shaken you and you felt so unlike yourself that you were terrified.

You walked over to the broken frame, hesitantly picking up the photo of you and Harry. The day you both got caught in the rain and one of your friends had taken a candid of you both dancing around the down pour with huge smiles on your faces.

You smiled weakly at the photo as more tears streamed down your cheeks. You held the photo to your chest as you felt yourself start to whimper as the crying got heavier.

You lost your person, not once, but twice now. Your know your heart isn't ready to heal. It's only going to hurt more by looking at all of these photos and reminders of your once amazing relationship with the love of your life.

You carefully walk back to the desk and grab a small empty box, filling all your photos and items from Harry in it. Every item picked up is a memory that floods your mind. You bring the box past your mirror but you stop as something dangling distracts you.

The necklace.

You took the small heart in your two fingers and glide your thumb over the engraving.

To Y/N, my only angel.

You kept the necklace on. You couldn't bring yourself to take it off. It wasn't something you could get rid of. It was something that brought back the best feeling of love and warmth. You knew the second that necklace comes off, you would feel a never ending cold.

You take the box of everything and place it on the floor of your closet, sliding the door shut.

Only in time will you heal. Only in time will you truly understand Harry and his actions and if he truly deserves a third chance... but for now..

That remains tucked away behind closed doors.

--PRESENT--

You grabbed your phone from beside you on the couch and see a text from Harry.

H - Good morning, Y/N.

You smiled weakly. You missed him. It wasn't hard to tell.

"Anyways, girl. I planned the PERFECT party! It's going to be a fun, winter-esque theme and.... A PRIVATE SKATING RINK!"

"Uhhh, Liv, where did you get the money for this? You and I both know you are always broke and can barely buy a cheeseburger from Dons..."

"I have my ways. My new boo has some money and he's been veeeery generous to us."

You raised a brow and smirked at Liv. "Us?"

"Hell yeah, babe. You need a Gucci bag, I got you!" She lifted her Gucci tote and you laughed in shock.

"Liv, how the hell do you get yourself into these situations?" You admired the bag and she giggled.

"Honestly babe, it's a long story. For another time. Right now, we gotta go shopping for a birthday outfit!!!!" She squealed jumping up from the couch.

You chuckled at her excitement and took her hand, yelping as she pulls you up too quickly.

"TO THE MALL!"

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"Liv, I look ridiculous."

She put you in a long, PUFFY jacket and giant ear muffs. Leather pants and a lace bodysuit underneath the jacket. You felt like you were going to two different parties.

"Babe, this is PERFECT for your party! What do you mean?"

"I look like I should be going to a club in Canada." You took the jacket off and Liv shrugged.

"I mean, IIII think you look great."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm gonna try on MY option now."

You walked back into the dressing room and heard Liv sigh. "Okay but I'm sure my outfit is cuter!"

You put on the black turtleneck dress and black coat and immediately you feel more like yourself.

You walked out of the fitting room and Liv gasps.

"Okay I lied, this is CUTE! Soooo you!"

You smiled. "I think this is it. With stockings and booties, it'll be gorgeous!"

"Okay, outfit's picked! All that's left is to show up and you're set!"

You pulled Liv into a hug and she squeaked in shock. "You okay, Y/N/N?" She rubs your back.

"Thank you for everything, Liv. It's been a rough couple weeks. I'm so grateful for you."

"Awwwww, bestie!!! I love you, you're my number one girl forever!"

You pulled away and walked back into the change room. You were still hesitant about the party but Liv and this new outfit made you feel better about it.

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"WAKE UP BESTIE!!"

You groaned at the sound of Liv singing at your bedroom door. "5 more minutes, please." You pulled your pillow over your head upon hearing the door open.

"Bestie! It's your birthday! It's your dayyyy!" Liv got on the bed and started jumping up and down singing the same words over and over.

"Liiiiiv, let me sleep. It'll still be my birthday 10 minutes from now."

She plopped down next to you and giggled. "No can do, missy." She took your pillow and you groaned again.

"Y/N, it's 2 in the afternoon. We have to get ready for the party!"

You sat up and wiped your eyes to help wake up. "I feel miserable." You said stretching your arms up and back.

"Oh come onnnn, you know this is going to be your BEST birthday yet! You have no idea!"

You shook your head and smiled.

"Okay okay, I'm getting up!"

Liv squealed and opened the door of your bedroom again. "Guys, work your magic!"

Your eyes got wider as you watched two men walk in with suitcases full of makeup and hair products. You watched them set up their stuff at your vanity and you scoffed at Liv. "Liiiiiiv, what did you do?"

"Happy Birthday, bestie!! Enjoy the hair and makeup on me! I'm gonna go grab you Starbucks, you have a good time! Also, girl, make your bed... you have guests!" She winks and you roll your eyes at her with a smile.

You got up to the vanity and immediately they started working on your hair. They lightly curled it while doing a sparkly makeup look to match the extravagant winter wonderland theme Liv set up for you.

You couldn't lie, you were so excited for the fun plan Liv set up for you, but part of you wished Harry would be apart of your day too. You grabbed your phone to see if he messaged you as normal, but today, nothing. Not even a good morning like he would send everyday.

You were hurt.

"Bestieeee, I got your iced vanilla latte with extra va- babe, no tears!!! Don't you ruin this makeup this wasn't cheap girl." Liv ran up and grabbed a tissue to avoid mascara running.

"H-he didn't even wish me a Happy Birthday Liv, nothing."

Liv rolled her eyes. "Y/N, I love you, but girl... the guy doesn't technically owe you that. You're not together."

"Well I thought he was better than this, to completely isolate me. Especially on my birthday."

"Girl, today's YOUR day. Don't let him ruin it for you."

You nodded reluctantly, letting the hair and makeup guys finish up as you sipped your latte, humming softly as the flavours filled you with happiness.

---

"You ready, Y/N?"

You walked out of your room in your outfit and grabbed your beanie to throw on your head before heading out.

"Ready."

Liv reaches her hand out to yours and you take it, following her out to the car service she set up to take you to the venue.

As you started the drive, you took out your phone and saw a messages from your friends and family, but the one person you wanted to talk to wasn't reaching out at all.

Your smile quickly faded and Liv noticed instantly. "We're almost there, Y/N/N." She takes your hand and squeezes it, causing you to smile weakly.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you saw many, MANY cars. You began to feel overwhelmed. "Tell me there's other events happening here."

Liv shook her head. "No love, just your day! The ENTIRE rink is booked for tonight!"

You were dumbfounded at how many people were here for you, your day. This was a lot.

You got out of the car and walked to the entrance but stopped as you approached the entrance.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea." You say to Liv, turning yourself around. "Y/N, come on, it's okay!"

"No, I don't know if I'm ready for this. I just want to go home."

Liv takes your hand again. "I'm not leaving your side, Y/N. I promise."

You squeeze her hand and she rubs the top of your hand with her thumb. "Come on, let's go skate and enjoy your night!"

Liv opens the entrance and you're instantly greeted by a big crowd of your family and friends cheering for you. You wipe a happy tear as you laugh in shock. You scan the crowd and immediately your eyes stop at the center of the crowd.

"Harry?"

He smiles softly and you don't know what comes over you but you run over to him and jump into his arms, him taking you in right away.

"Hi, love. Happy Birthday."

You smile into the scarf around his neck. He didn't forget. He didn't forget your birthday, he didn't forget you.

"OKAY PARTY PEOPLE LETS SKAAAATE!" Liv yells and the crowd cheers, making their way to the ice.

"Well, shall we?" Harry holds out his arm for you to hook onto, you take it with a smile. "I'm ready to watch you fall on your butt." Harry scoffs and dramatically grips his chest. "Uhh, definitely you, not me." You hit his arm playfully and walk over to the skates desk to pick up your sizes.

The second you have your skates on you immediately step on the ice, doing a graceful spin.

"Now hold on, you didn't tell me you were good at ice skating?" Harry smirks standing up. "I'm alright, can you keep up, slowpoke?" You spin again and start to glide across the ice. "Oh you're on." Harry steps on the ice and barely catches his balance. You giggle at his clumsiness and he smirks. After a few seconds he glides like a pro and your jaw drops.

"Now hold on, YOU didn't tell me you were good either??" You wink, spinning around him. "Not as good as you, you're doing circles around me and my.. whatever you call this." He chuckles, trying to catch up to you.

You slow down to wait for him and he reaches for your hand. You extend it and he loses his balance as he grabs onto your hand and you both fall, you falling on top of him. You both laugh at his fall but immediately break laughter when you are met with eye contact. The feelings flood back almost immediately, the love, the happiness, the memories, all coming back into this one moment.

"You still have it on?" You blink out of your daze and hum him a "Hmm?" to get him to repeat.

"The necklace, you still have it." He smiles.

"Oh, yeah. That's the one thing I couldn't part with. It was too important.. plus it felt like it kept you-"

"Y/N!" You look up and Liv is holding her hand out to help you. You look down at Harry and feel the blush flood your cheeks. "Babe, you okay... did I interrupt something?" You roll your eyes. "I'm okay, Harry broke my fall." Harry chuckled. "My pleasure, birthday girl. I'll see you later." He gets up and skates away, leaving you with Liv. Liv slaps your forearm and you grab it immediately in pain.

"OW!" You exclaim. Liv chuckles. "You seem to be having a fun birthday." She winks. You shake your head. "I have to admit, Liv. You really know how to throw a party."

"Y/N. I didn't actually plan this." You look at her for a moment confused. "What do you mean?"

She smirks. "Who else would go to all these lengths, just to see you smile?"

You furrow your brows at her. "My family did this?"

She slaps your arm again. "OWWWW"

"You idiot, Harry did this. He's the one who paid and planned the ENTIRE thing. He wasn't even going to come, until I told him he was the one person you'd want to see tonight. He wanted me to take the credit but this, this was all him I could never take credit for something THIS good. I may not have always been nice to Harry, but this guy LOVES you. Like LOVE LOVES you. If you want to give him chance number 3, I won't be upset."

You feel a small smile creep on your face.

"Liv, you have no idea how happy that makes me." You pull Liv into a hug, almost losing your balance on the ice. She giggles. "Girl, don't make me regret it. Fix this with your mans. I don't wanna change my mind."

"I'm gonna get off the ice for a bit, give my legs a break and go grab a coffee." Liv nods. "I'll be with my mans and the kiddy cart he has to use to keep up with me." You snort at her comment and she skates off to help her man skate around.

You skate over to the entryway and take a seat to slip your skates off. You leave them tied on the bench as you slip your boots back on to walk over to the coffee merchant that was open.

"Vanilla iced latte, please."

The barista nods and makes your drink. "There you go, Happy Birthday." You smile and thank them before walking to the viewing area of the arena. You sip your coffee, the small hum escaping your lips at the flavour.

"Care for company?" You look over and Harry is standing next to you. You gesture to the seat next to you and he takes it.

"So, good birthday?" He asks, sipping his coffee. You nod. "Liv did a good job, huh?" He says with a smile. You smirk. "Yeah, you did good, Styles." He chokes on his drink and you laugh. "Who told?" He said with raised brows. "Liv." You say simultaneously. He shakes his head with a smile. "Shoulda known."

You watch your family and friends skate around on the ice, smiling at the kids skating with their parents, the couples skating together and Liv, skating with... well, helping her boyfriend. As you're scanning the arena, I Hear A Symphony starts to play over the speakers. You look over at Harry, his eyes glued to the rink below. You smile softly.

"Harry.. can I ask you something?" He nods and you turn to face him.

You sigh and smile. "This.. this is nice and all but, why did you do this for me? After all the crap we've dealt with.. why?"

He turns to face you. "No matter what, your importance in my life never changed. You continue to be incredibly significant to me. I told Liv I wanted to see you happy on your birthday and even offered to not come so you could fully enjoy yourself. I care about you a lot, Y/N."

You feel a small smile form.

"I appreciate your generosity and kindness, Harry. Truly, this is the best birthday I've had in a long time. You didn't have to do this for me."

He smiled weakly. "I'd do anything for you, Y/N."

You looked down at your feet. "Anything?" He hummed a yes response and you looked back at him.

"Kiss me."

He looked at you wide eyed. "W-what?"

"Harry, kiss me."

You look into his eyes, the pleading coming through instantly. He shifts close enough to you to grab your face with his hands and kiss you. You've longed for this, you've both been dying to do this since the second you saw each other at the entrance. You missed him, his presence, his kisses, everything.

This is what you needed.

Harry broke the kiss and you smiled. "I missed you." You said breathlessly. He put his forehead against yours and smiles softly. "I missed you more, love."

You kiss him one more time, having him peck your lips every time you try to pull away. You giggle at how eager he is. "Harry, I promise you can kiss me more later!" You say between kisses. He kisses you one last time and you both smile in the kiss. "Sorry I can't help it. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for." He kisses your hand and you kiss his back. "We have A LOT of catching up to do, H."

You stand up and hold out your hand to him. "Come on, clumsy. Let's go show these losers what real skaters look like." Harry laughs and takes your hand, pulling you back down into his lap. Your eyes meet again and you both smile.

"I love you, Y/N."

You smile. "And I love you, H."

He kisses you one more time, the smile never leaving either of your lips.

Happiness, that's all you could feel having Harry back with you at your side.

After all...

You're better together.

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MY BABIES. I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! LNJAFSKAN

I know I promised this in 2022. here we are, halfway through january 2023 and just getting around to posting this. i hope you don't hate this. i wanted it to end cute and cozy and just ahhhhhh the FLUFF!

i love you all, more HS writing will come :)

all the best, lexi

TAGLIST: @macy-tpwk @lomlhstyles @tinyhrry @hazeljean2 @sophiabarber2001 @jessitpwk @behindmygreyeyes @harryscherri

[aaaarsonist]

I'm totally and completely obsessed with Conan Grey's newest album and I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT?????

Not just because the album is a fucking masterpiece, or because every song slaps, or because I'm in love with Conan's improvement (HIS VOLCALS OMFG), but because of the fanfic potential.

I'mma leave some fragments of different songs so you understand what I'm talking about.

Shout-out to my soulmate for making me listen to the album <3

There's a God in the sky, don't believe him

Don't be scared, little child, you're no demon

Don't be scared, little child, of that feeling

You're in love, you found heaven

Found Heaven

First, I'll say: I apologize for calling

But I saw your face in a magazine today

Wasn't you, too late

All my tears already falling

Tried to turn the page

But our story wasn't stopping

Never ending song

Dark room, not a whisper, a word

Guess you take all the pain that you think you deserve

Won't sleep 'cause it's easy to hurt tonight, tonight

(…)

White lies from the passenger seat

Say you love me for life, say you'll never leave

Kiss me 'til I almost believe, tonight

Fainted love

We'rе lonely dancers

Join me for thе night

We're lonely dancers, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

We're lonely dancers

There's no need to hide

I know the answer, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

(…)

Your lover left you, broke up tonight

My lover's busy kissing other guys, oh

We're both alone now, tears in our eyes

I know the perfect way to waste our time

Lonely dancers

You wrapped your fingers around my neck

And pulled me into your desperate breath

The way you kissed me hot and fast

I knew it'd be the last

(…)

I waited all year at your feet

Like, maybe you'd love me

(…)

And I thanked God to touch the flame

'Cause I swore necks were made for bruising

I swore lips were made for lies

And I thought if you'd ever leave me

That I'd be the reason why

And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling

If it's all experimental and you go back to safer things

But I swore hands were made for fighting

I swore eyes were made to cry

But you're the first person that I've seen

Who's proven that might be a lie

Alley Rose

I believed your lies

Tried to bite back, but I couldn't

I just stood and cried

For the lost time, for the hurtin'

For the love that died

(…)

But all I wanted was the final fight

And all I needed was to make it right

Tonight, there's nothing left to do

But finally tell you what you put me through

(…)

Made a whole new life

I got a bit of distance

Saw the New York lights

And I came right back after growin'

Yet you're still the same

Though it's me who may be broken

It was you to blame

The final fight

The fear of love is my tendency

But I feel it, believe it

I never meant to break your heart

But I lost it like a promise

And left you dancin' in the dark

Miss you

And after all this time, I wonder why you're still with me

Well, at least in all my memories

(…)

You are the reason I learned to love

Also the reason that I cry

Still, I think of all the bloodshed, somehow bittersweet

I'm even smilin' now as I sing

Forever with me

I grab the keys, I scramble to the door

But then I, I hear your heartbeat bleedin' through the floor

The memories that I cannot ignore

Fight for my life inside a silent war

Eye of the night

He wants ya, he wants ya, you don't even see me

She wants ya, she wants ya, there's no point competing

He wants ya, she wants ya, like everyone else in your life

(…)

I want ya, I want ya, I want ya to need me

I need ya, I need ya, I need ya to love me

I want ya, I want ya, like everyone else here tonight

Boys & girls

So you take and you take 'cause you know you can

And I chase as you're chasin' another man

(…)

You're killing me

You're not makin' it easy

Too busy deceivin' and cheatin'

And lyin' and competin'

To know how lucky you are

You're killing me

I just want you to free me

And though I am cryin' and bleedin'

And barely breathin'

I can't let go of your heart

Killing me

Packed my bags at fourteen

I hadn't planned on leaving

But you haven't been back home for days

The pots and pans and roaches

They're glad I'm finally goin'

'Cause, even them, they shudder at your name

(…)

That all you ever want is to be right

Even if that means you gotta lie to do it

(…)

Bask inside your victory

My heart that once was beating

Bleeding in the palm of your hand

Yeah, you have the nerve to miss me

How do I somehow feel guilty

When you're the one who let it get this bad?

Winner

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

https://www.tumblr.com/jamdoughnutmagician/730882062233518080

I hope this is ok and I’m not sure how to just like share it to your wall kind of thing tumbler is still kind of new to me. But the picture made me think of Curtis and Honey immediately and I hope it’s ok I shared it with you. Love there story and the playful Drabble you’ve done. I connected to that so much. My life if chaos at the moment and my bf has been a trouper and so supportive. It’s such a fine line between laughing at the bad stuff or crying and he’s held me when I cried and made sure I’m laughing too. Even if he’s a cheater and tickles..

Sorry that was a rant. Either way love Curtis and Honey and thought I would share. Thank you for the moments of peace when I’m reading your stories!

Hey babes,

its a bit of a process to learn, it doesn't really let you post on walls like FB does, but you can tag someone in a post you want them to see. Or this, this is perfectly fine with me if you wanted to stay anonymous.

Thank you so much for sharing, I can see Curtis pulling this off easily. He would make it so spontaneous too that Honey is in shock for a moment before she is shouting "YES!"

Im so happy that they have been able to be a source of comfort for you during this time, hopefully things start to get calmer and more settled for you babes. Your boyfriend sounds absolutely wonderful though, an absolute sweetheart. That support, knowing when you need some light laughter or just when to cry... oof I love that for you. It's that support we all deserve. I can even forgive him that he cheats by tickling you into giggles.

You are welcome and thank you for reading them! Honestly, they have gotten this far because of you guys letting me know what they make you think and feel. I hope this little thought helps. 💛🐝

And Chill?

Curtis x Honey Drabble

Your nose was stuck in a book, but not one of those fun ones you would become so invested in that Curtis often brought you tea and snacks after a few hours because you had forgotten.

This book was the newest teacher's handguide and it was reading as stiff as a stereo instruction manual. Already you had doodled along all the edges of the pages with random little pictures trying to keep yourself awake.

And the house was quiet, Curtis having left to help Grey and Edgar with a weekend project. So not even he could help distract you this time with it. So when you started humming along with the Halloween theme song, it clicked that the noise was coming from outside of the picture window. "What the hell?" You flung the book aside and got up from the couch to go peer outside.

Moving aside one of the gauzy curtains, you saw Curtis standing in the front yard, his black trench coat tails flipping in the bit of wind bustling the leaves around the yard among the Halloween decorations, above his head he was holding a cardboard sign reading "Horror Movies and Chill?" with a sketch of what looked like Micheal Myers peering around a bush. The music came from what looked like a dusty old tape player at his feet.

You waved quickly before bolting for the door and dancing out onto the porch. "Yes! Big giant YES!" You giggled as he let his arms drop the sign to tuck under his arm and reached to grab his boom box that was still doing the ominous theme song. "I can make us some snacks and pop some beers." You excitedly said while going down the stairs to meet him.

"No need Pretty Girl, already ordered us some takeout. You my Love just gotta get into comfier clothes than those. Although..." He leaned back a bit, smirking as his eyes fell down your teacher's outfit. "Keep on those stockings?"

"I will surprise you... Horror movies and just chill huh?" You tilted up to catch his mouth, sharing a kiss that you both grinned into.

"Cuddles too, all the cuddles Honey. Promise."

"Perfect, just what I was hoping for today, Curtis." You reached for the boom box's volume, turning it up when it switched to the Ghostbusters song, dancing away back up the stairs with a sway of your body, glancing at Curtis over your shoulder.

Curtis was right behind you, crowding you playfully through the door with a press of his body and the graze of his beard against your neck, making you tingle. Tonight was already so much better.

[robinewe]

The Glass Slippers Part 2

A Gothic Cinderella Ghost Story

Part 1

The prince waited at the end of the entrance hall to greet the guests as they arrived. Each lady was introduced by the sound of trumpets, proceeded across the ballroom, and presented themselves to the prince. He kissed each one’s hand, politely smiled, and welcomed them to the ball. No names were exchanged, and every guest wore a mask over her eyes. Even so, the prince could tell that none of them were the girl he was waiting for, every time the trumpets sounded and a new lady made her way across the room.

She must have snuck in while he was otherwise distracted. One moment he couldn’t see her anywhere among the crowd, the next he turned his head and she appeared. She wore a silver mask over her eyes, but the way she reflected light around her and her pale hair, arms, and neck were nearly glowing was unmistakable. Her dress shimmered with each shift of light while she moved through the room, timid and light on her feet, which were covered in dainty glass shoes that made a pleasing noise against the tile.

Now that he’d spotted her he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He started towards her, hearing his father exclaim behind him, “Son! What are you doing?” the steward quickly after, “Where are you going, my prince?”

“I’m going to join the dancing,” the prince said over his shoulder. His father grinned, pleased, while the steward sighed with relief.

People stopped and stared as he passed. He was the only attendant without a mask, as it was pointless to hide who he was. The ball was in his honor, everyone knew who he was. But the ladies were supposed to be on equal footing while competing for his hand, with their faces hidden.

He reached the girl, standing out like a diamond among roses, and a circle cleared around the two. Cinderella watched him while he approached, and he met her eyes behind her mask. “May I have this dance?” he asked, extending his hand and bowing low in front of her.

The room was silent and still for a moment before she took his hand, and then the orchestra swept into a romantic waltz. The prince pulled Cinderella closer, and wrapped his other arm around the small of her back, giving her a smile. He led her in the dance, pushing and pulling her along with him, so graceful as her feet glided across the floor. She let out a nervous laugh, enjoying herself despite all of the eyes on her. She felt like she was floating, somewhere only she and this boy existed. Nothing, not anything that had happened to her in her life before, could touch her here.

***

Finally, both of them dizzy and tired, the prince led her outside to breathe in fresh air by the gardens. They left the guests tittering and gossiping behind their hands. Sitting down together, he gently tugged off her mask. Her face shone like the moon, revealed from behind clouds. But her brows were furrowed, and she looked worried. A shadow over the moon.

“What is the matter?” he asked.

She looked down at her hands in her lap, twisting diamond rings around her fingers. “I can’t help but think. What do you see in me?”

He plucked a strand of hair between his fingers, putting it behind her ear. “You’re absolutely radiant,” he said. She shook her head.

“But you’ve seen who I really am.”

“Who you really are?”

“A filthy kitchen maid. I’m not a princess, no matter how I look now.” She curled both her hands into fists. “I should never have left home. I don’t deserve to be here.”

She made as if to stand up, but Channing grabbed her arm. “No, please, stay! You can live here, with me, and you won’t have to go back to that life ever again!”

“Why me?” she asked fiercely.

“Because my father is forcing me to marry, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you!” He realized his grip on her arm had grown rather tight. He let go of her, and quickly stepped away, in case he had made her afraid of him. She stared at him in shock, and he continued, “And… I want to help you. I don’t want to see you cry ever again. I saw you underneath the willow tree and I couldn’t stand it. I thought my heart would break.”

She was crying now, in fact, and he carefully stepped towards her, slowly extending his hand until he could brush away her tears with a finger.

The clock chime startled both of them, and he jerked his hand back to himself. It began its long series of rings, twelve of them as it counted down to midnight.

Cinderella’s face had drained of color completely, white as a corpse as she stared with wide, dark eyes. “She’ll punish me,” she said, trembling, and then she turned and took off.