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spaceycat · 2 days ago

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okay but imagine young tony or steve knowing your college schedule and planning his whole schedule around it which means he plans his whole life around it (bonus if he’s not dating you yet)

just an idea lol, take ur time and do it if you wanna :))

AHHHHHHHH UESNUES YESY EYEES, COLLEGE!STEVE LET ME AT HIM!! i might make this a two parter ??? maybe the second one will be smut, but the first one will be them getting together LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT THAT!!!!

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༄.° ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ... ╰┈➤ 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝟷/𝟸 🧸ྀི

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: i love you the way you are by bobby vinton (2:54)

✰ pairing: college!steve rogers x college!fem!reader

✰ cw: fluff, swearing, kissing, lowkey stalker-ish if you squint, love confessions, characters getting together but not actually stated, steve is a dork

✰ word count: 2.1k+ (lord)

✰ summary: steve notices you in his politics class, he starts to develop a crush on you and he then asks a mutual friend for your schedule - purposely posing himself outside your classrooms so he could make conversation and sitting next to you during politics.

✰ a/n: THEEHHEEHEHHEHEH, there's kinda alot of dialogue but YUHH!! COLOURING MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE, SOME OF THE COLOURING IS WEIRD - I BLAME TUMBLR

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ steve ☀︎ sam ✈︎

Steve first saw you in his Politics class, he thought you were cute - but nothing really developed from it. That's when your professor paired the two of you up for a project, he then noticed the small things about you - how your pens were chewed, how you sniflled every so often, how you always did your hair in a different way everytime he saw you. Suddenly, a feeling of affection developed into a crush.

And now, you were sitting in his dorm - he kicked out his roommates as soon as he heard word that you were going to come over for the politics project. He wasn't really focused on the project, not even in the slightest - he just looked at you, his eyes big and wide filled with awe and appreciation that somehow you managed to be the one that was paired up with him.

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his dorm, a few stray pieces of clothes or pieces of paper scattered across the floor. Steve tried to clean up, he really did - but there is only so much you can do in 5 minutes.

He occasionally shifted his eyes down to the notebook infront of him, pretending to atleast do some work - his page was filled with scribbles of some notes, some doodles and now his pen was just absentmindedly scribbling across the page as he continued to keep up this facade.

You were on your computer infront of him, humming to yourself as you scrolled through presentation templates - he was mainly just looking at you know, his notebook discarded on his lap. He took note of your hair, which was down - some strands falling across your face that you had to tuck back behind your ear periodically. He wanted to do that, tuck your hair behind your ear and tell you how pretty you were and kiss you all over and--

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, I mean you two have solely talked over the presentation - nothing more, nothing least and yet he was nothing short of obsessed.

"We should play some music." Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, he then realised that you were looking straight at him - probably knowing that he's been staring at you for an unhealthy amount of time. "Hm?--" "Music, we should play some." "It's just.. awkward silence, and I want to know what kind of music you're into, Rogers." "Would you believe me if I said hard-core rap?" You stared at him for a moment, squinting your eyes as to figure out if he was serious or not - you'd giggle. "No-- not in a million years."

You put on some music on your computer, it was quiet - just so you could still hear eachother. "Thanks for letting me come over on such a short notice." "Yeah, yeah-- of course."

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The next day, Steve didn't see you - you guys didn't have Politics with each other, so he didn't even see you in the hallway, no awkward eye contact, no overcompensating conversations. He missed it, he missed talking to you and making you laugh.

That's when he saw his room-mate Sam walking down the hallway, he knew that you and Sam were close friends, closer than you and Steve ever were.

"Sam--" "Hey, Steve." Sam continued to walk, Steve caught up with him. "Uh-- you know that one girl, that I was talking about who's in my Politics class?" "Mhm.." "You're friends with her, aren't you?" "Steve, what's this about." "Nothing-- nothing, I just wanted to know what classes she's in." "You better not be trying to get into her pants, Rogers." "No-- no, god no. I just- want to see her more." "Sure." "I'm serious--" Steve stood infront of Sam, stopping him in his tracks. Sam sighed, "Alright fine-- just.. don't be weird about it- okay? I'll talk to her." "God-- thank you, thank you, thank you--" "You owe me, okay?"

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Later, Steve was in his dorm - scrolling through social media on his phone, when Sam walked in setting down his things. Steve looked up at him expectingly, that's when Sam sighed; pulling out a printed out copy of your college classes schedule.

"This is some weird stalker shit yknow--""Dude, shut up." "You must be crazy for this girl if you're literally forcing me to get her schedule.""I didn't force you-- you said you would." "It's still fucking weird, Steve."

His eyes skimmed over the piece of paper, noting that you had night literature class the next day - but that means that he would need to stay on campus hours after his classes just to remotely see you, but that's something he was willing to do.

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The next day, Steve was at the college - his classes have been over for hours now. He was waiting outside your Literature class, ensure how to pose himself. Should he like pretend to accidentally walk into you and be like "Oh, sorry-- I didn't I see you there." No-- no, that's weird. He opted to be pretending to be on his phone, looking busy. That's when people started filtering out of the class. Then he saw you - posing up against the wall.

"Steve?--" "Hm? Oh.. hey." "I thought your classes were over." "Uh-- no, no. Still here." "Well I was about to head to that café up the road.. do you wanna join me?" "Yeah.. I could eat." I could eat? God, his mouth speaks faster than his mind thinks sometimes, but even then he followed you like a lost puppy out of the english building at your college.

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The two of you filed into the cafe, it was late at night at this point - the moon replacing the sun and stars filling the sky. You sat down a booth. Steve ordered a coffee and one of the sandwiches on display while you ordered just a latte, already having eaten.

Awkward silence covered the two of you, your fingers drumming against the table while Steve ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the stubborn strays.

A waiteress came over, placing down the food and hot drinks - you muttered a thanks as she walked back the way she came. You took a sip of your drink - looking up at Steve hesitantly. This all suddenly felt real.

"What were you doing before I came out of class?" "Oh, y'know-- studying and stuff." "Mhm.." You smiled a bit, taking another sip of coffee - you didnt believe a word Steve had just said but you thought it was charming. "What? You don't believe me?" "Is this another add-on to the hard core rap thing?" "Very funny." He'd cross his arms, tilting his head at you. "What were you actually doing." He let out a sigh, thinking it was better to come clean. "Waiting for you.." "Waiting for hours on end for me?" Steve just shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "How'd you know where I was anyways?" "Hm?" He looked up at you, he definitely heard what you said - but as he asked again he silently hoped that the question you asked would miraculously change once he questioned you. "How'd you know where my literature class was.." "..I dont know-- Sam must've told me or something." "Oh shit, I forgot Sam was your roommate." You said with a chuckle taking a sip of your coffee. "Yeah.." "Wait, Sam told me yesterday that he needed my schedule like desperately.. was that you who needed it?" "Well-- well I wouldnt say I needed it like bad or anything--" "It actually was you?" "Well, yeah.. it was." "Why?" "I needed it so see when you were free for the project." "Bullshit--" "What?--" He chuckled, not seeming to get anything past you. "You're a pathological liar, Stevie." He smiled at the nickname, looking down at his coffee - biting his tongue between his teeth as he nodded. "Alright you caught me.." "Oh really?" "I just wanted to know when I could take you on a date." You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. "Smooth." Steve fiddled with the coffee mug, his attention solely focused on you - his gaze almost nervous. "What do you say?" "Walk me back to my dorm and I'll think about it." "..Alright." He stood up, paying for the food - practically ushering you out of the door.

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As the two of you walked across the campus, Steve noted how cold it was getting as December rolled near. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets as he walked slowly beside you - watching as you looked up at the stars of the night sky. The two of you soon neared your dorm building, Steve dragged his hand out of his pocket, grabbing your hand before you could walk inside - his touch gentle and soft.

"You didnt expect me to just forget about the whole date thing did you?" "What, did it seem like I did?" "You're awfully silent, sweetheart.." The nickname just rolled of his tongue, spur of the moment. He watched as you moved closer to him, almost seeking warmth from in from the cold surroundings.

Steve then saw a snowflake fall down into your done-up hair, he then looked up and around - snow started to fall around the two of you. The whiteness coating the trees and the pavement, snow perching itself on each other's hair, shoes and shoulders.

Steve didn't even notice how your attention didn't divert away from him, your eyes still on his face as he looked around the environment. You then pulled him back to reality, back to you by grabbing his chin with your fore-finger and your thumb and tilting it back to face you. The two of you just stared into each other's eyes as you dragged your thumb across his soft bottom lip as you leaned up to place a kiss to his lips - a short and sweet one.

You'd move back down to the soles of your feet, looking up at him. "Was that dumb?--" He didn't even give a response, capturing you in another much needed kiss - filled with love and adoration. It's everything he's ever wanted all in one, your lips still tasting faintly of coffee and the lip balm you were wearing. A hand slipped to cup your face, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers that his wanted to touch and feel for the longest time. You didn't shy away, you didn't pull back, you kissed him back like you were waiting for this moment as much as he was.

As you both pulled back from the kiss, he noticed a single strand of hair that fell across your face - he then tucked it behind your ear, smiling widely down at you. Adoring the snowflakes adorning your hair and eyelashes as you looked at him with big wide eyes.

"I'd like that date.." "Yeah?" "Yeah.." "Cool." "Cool?-- that's all you're going to say?" You said with a giggle, as a sheepish smile adorned his face. "You're a dork, Steve." You then pulled him back into another short kiss, gripping onto his jacket.

You soon parted ways, as you entered your dorms he just stood there, grinning like an idiot - looking down at the snowy ground. His hands resumed their place in his jacket pockets as he walked back to his dorm building that was on the other side of the campus - but he was willing to make that walk everyday if it means seeing you.

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As Steve walked into his dorm, he took off his jacket and placed his keys near the door. That dorky smile still plastered on his face. Sam noticed almost immediately. "What's got you smiling?" "Nothing, it's nothing." Steve walked over to his bed, sitting down. "Did stalking really get you somewhere?" Steve smiled at him, before nodding - Sam's jaw dropped. "What?!--" "Okay so-- we went out to some cafe, we talked and then we walked back to campus and it started snowing and then we kissed." "Man, what the fuck-- why do you get a romance movie scenario for being a weirdo." Sam leaned back against the wall near his bed, crossing his arms. Steve just shrugged, looking down to the floor.

He was excited for that date, and just to see you again - see you smile, see you laugh because of him. And then he realised that his part of the politics project was due tomorrow and he barely made a dent in it because of him swooning over you, he couldn't have it all.

But he has you, and that's all he really cares about.

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xiaominghao · 1 day ago

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2:40 am

Genre: very domestic fluff.

Pairing: Dino x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: barely proofread. Me writing about my illness, a never ending saga

When Chan woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t feel you sleeping by his side, there was only one possibility. He lazily rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed, heading toward the kitchen, half asleep and unwilling to argue.

Upon reaching the kitchen entrance, he could see your silhouette from behind, looking at the fridge. He cleared his throat to get your attention, and when you shrugged, he knew all his suspicions about you were true.

“… Good morning,” he said, his voice slightly drowsy. “May I ask what are you doing awake so late?”

You turned your head in his direction and gave him an awkward smile. “Good morning. I was just… checking the kitchen.”

“Y/n, tell me what you were doing.”

In this life there’s plenty of things that scare you, like insects or walking alone on a dark street, but there was nothing scarier than hearing your simple name from Chan’s lips. You frowned in annoyance and turned around, showing him the object in your hands.

“… A midnight snack?” you murmured.

“Y/n, you've been sick to your stomach these last two days,” he scolded you, his voice serious yet caring, “you have to take better care of yourself.”

“But I was hungry!” you tried to justify yourself. “And… It’s just an apple.”

Chan crossed his arms and said no more. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt guilty because he was right. You both knew he was, indeed, right. He stepped a little closer and stretched out his hand; but you stood there, staring into his eyes.

“You won’t buy me with that… Puppy, doe eyes, or whatever it is you do,” he paused, doubting (too much) himself. “Just… Give me the apple and let’s go to bed.”

But you ignored his words, remaining focused on his eyes. It had worked before, why would it fail this time?

“Do you want a bite?” you asked softly.

He pressed his lips together in frustration. The defeat was evident but Chan was unable to admit it.

“Just one bite and we’ll go back to bed.”

You nodded quickly, then offered him the apple directly from your hands. Apparently, you know his weaknesses, too much for your own well-being.

“You’re terrible, and you know it,” Chan said, placing his arm over your shoulders as you walked back to the room. “One of these days you’re going to ruin me.”

“But you like it,” you gently pinched one of his cheeks with your fingers, “besides, I hadn’t even taken a bite of the apple.”

With his arm Chan pulled you closer and placed a big kiss on your temple, followed by a soft, sleepy laugh.

“I love you, please never change…”

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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 3 days ago

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Hello!! Can I request dating hcs of Rex x hypersexual!reader? With him helping them heal from their trauma and fear (and longing) of intimacy and being touched? Thank you, i love the way you write fics 🫶🫶

Thanks baby😘

This is based on my own experience with hypersexuality and the topics you described

Rex Sloan X Hypersexual!Gn!Reader

I think Rex is also hypersexual, or at least has some tendencies, so he'd understand a lot. I also think he would learn more about himself while trying to help you

He knows how sometimes your mind is buzzing with bad thoughts and stress, and the only thing that seems to calm it is by thinking about sex, especially when you're trying to sleep and just can't

He knows sometimes sex feels like the solution to all problems

And that hipersexuality is a problem because it’s prejudicial to your life, in the sense that maybe you're trying to focus on something else, like studying, working, or a hobby, but your mind just. Won't. Stop.

Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex

But he's still learning to think before talking, and he just came to terms with the fact that he's actually very empathic

So he might ask how you feel and what you're thinking from time to time, and what do you think that made you be hypersexual

He doesn't want you to commit the same mistakes he did, so he makes sure your sexual dynamic with each other is very healthy, obnoxiously healthy, to the point that it's even funny how he’ll just stop in the middle of it to ask “do you want it or do you enthusiastically want it?” with the most serious expression, one it's even weird to see on him, because he's just so goofy

Because if the bar is high enough, you never will accept anything less, just like people with healthy families usually don't accept other people treating them like shit

He's scared shitless that he’ll accidentally or indirectly hurt you, either because he didn't make sure how you felt, or because you were too good at pretending

He's ruined so many good things before, he doesn't want to do it anymore

You might have intrusive thoughts, like really, intrusive thoughts. Not the ones most people are used to like “what if I threw my phone out of the window?”, but the real ones. If you have it you know what I’m talking about.

I’m not sure he has them, because if you have them, you probably hide them, but he surprises you when he takes it seriously, not just thinking you're a freak, or a creep, or a weirdo. He understands right away they're not something you want, you don't condone those actions, you think they're the worst thing the could happen, and yet, your mind is so broken that it throws those thoughts at you, trying to make you hate yourself, and it might even work, and Rex makes sure you know it's not your fault, it's just a mental illness, there's nothing wrong with you, it's common, just talk to him baby, talking will make you feel better

He also becomes clingy, even performing PDA if you're into that. Just because your mind is thinking about all the different sexual scenarios you could do, doesn't mean you want sex, half the time you just want to be held, kissed and feel important. Just receive some attention and love. And he’ll enjoy doing that

Especially in the beginning of your relationship, he understands you might be confused on how to proceed, overthinking, and you might even try to distance yourself from him

Jokes on you, he's not gonna let that happen

I mean, see how his relationship with Rae started on the 3rd season, bro really worked for her

If he didn't like you as much, he would give up, honestly. Rex from the 1st and 2nd season would just offer himself to be your booty call

If you're touch starved, he understands that maybe you feel insecure about that, that the simple act of holding hands and rubbing your thumb on someone’s skin just isn’t second nature to you, isn't your first instinct, when you do it, you're actively thinking about it, afraid to move and disturb the peace, or make him stop touching you

Like one of those videos of abused animals who freak out at the simple mention of someone getting close to them, and when someone does, they need several minutes to get used to it

He won't judge you for maybe being somewhat socially awkward on that aspect, he actually likes that you aren't used to just throwing yourself at anyone who gives you crumbs of attention, and ruining yourself in the process, almost like he did. It's not worth it, it's humiliating, it changes you so much that you can't recognize yourself in the end

It takes some time, but you get used to having him clinging to you at all and random moments of the day

He wants your first time together to be especial, and when you truly want it, so he doesn't even takes the first step, you have to do it

I see you just sleeping in the same bed, fully clothed, every night, for several weeks (even months, if that's your thing), before actually having sex

Doesn't mean he won't make out with you, when you're comfortable with that. And he tries not to be the old him that would just grab your ass right away, instead, Rex learns that he likes to just… Explore

He squeezes your waist, he touches your hair, your scalp, he breathes your scent. He rounds his arms around you and just has nice, quiet conversations. He lays his head on your chest, stomach and lap, closes his eyes, and his mind is suddenly empty, while you take initiative and run your fingers through his ginger locks. He holds your hand when he takes you out

He spoils you, he was never the type of guy to do that, he liked being spoiled instead

Now, he just thinks he needed to meet the right person

He cooks, it's not good, but he's trying to impress and make you happy

He learns your hobbies, and spends quality time with you. You have to know he's not with you just for sex, just for your body, your mind is just as sexy to him babygurl~ (in a gn way)

He shows you his home magazines and you talk about your future home together, despite how surreal it feels, how impossible it seems, how scary, not only to you, but also him. But he wants this. He finally has something good. A purpose in life

And even if you express some negative thought, he’s surprisingly good at comforting and reassuring, on his own unserious and abrasive way

Suddenly, your mind is a lot more peaceful

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oaksgrove · 7 hours ago

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Camouflage Gone Wrong

pairing: Keegan x Reader

synopsys: After a long day at work, all you want is to relax—but coming home to an eerily quiet house sets off your alarms. As it turns out, your highly trained military husband has been giving your kids a lesson on camouflage, with… varying degrees of success.

warning: Domestic fluff, Keegan being a dangerously attractive yet ridiculously silly husband, Soft teasing and flirting, Lots of giggling kids, Slight suggestiveness, Overwhelming warmth.

word count: 744

You were exhausted. Work had drained the last bit of energy from you, and all you wanted was to come home, kick off your shoes, and melt into the couch for a few minutes.

But the second you stepped through the door, you knew something was off.

The house was too quiet.

Which meant one of two things: either your husband had miraculously convinced the kids to take a nap (unlikely), or—more realistically—something was going on.

You stepped inside cautiously, scanning the room. Nothing seemed out of place at first glance, but then you caught the faintest whisper of giggles.

Something was definitely up—the kind that meant trouble.

Then you heard it.

“Camouflage is all about blending in with your environment.”

Oh. Oh no.

You turned the corner into the living room and nearly lost it on the spot.

Your husband—your fully grown, highly trained, deadly military husband—stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, watching with an amused but serious expression as your children attempted to "blend in" with the furniture.

And by blend in, you meant one of them was standing behind a lamp, gripping the pole like their life depended on it. Another had thrown a blanket over themselves, positioned awkwardly against the wall like they were part of the décor. And the youngest? Oh, the youngest was behind the glass coffee table, crouched down with their little hands pressed to their head as if that somehow made them invisible.

You bit your lip, barely holding back a laugh. "Uh… sweetheart?"

Your husband turned, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Welcome home, love. We’re learning about camouflage."

Before you could reply, there was a sudden shout—

“GOTCHA!”

Your children sprang from their hiding spots with wild enthusiasm, launching themselves at you.

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest. “Oh no! You got me!”

You burst into laughter, nearly toppling over as your husband quickly steadied you, his deep chuckle rumbling in your ear.

"Looks like the ambush was a success," he mused, clearly proud of their tactics.

You shook your head, still laughing as you ruffled the kids’ hair. "Sweetheart, I think they may have taken your lesson a bit too literally."

He smirked, pulling you close, voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, at least they listen better than you do when I try to teach you things."

You shot him a playful glare, but before you could retort, Vincent, your middle child, gasped dramatically.

"Daddy! Mommy isn’t camouflaged!"

Your husband hummed, tilting his head as if considering this deeply. "You're right, little one… I guess we’ll have to fix that."

And just like that, he scooped you up effortlessly, ignoring your surprised yelp as he carried you toward the couch. The kids, delighted by this new game, grabbed blankets and pillows, giggling wildly as they draped them over you like some makeshift ghillie suit.

You gave him a look from beneath your makeshift "camouflage." "I swear, if I find myself covered in face paint next—"

He grinned, leaning down so only you could hear the mischievous promise in his voice. "Oh, I can think of a few other ways to conceal you, darling."

Your breath hitched slightly, but before you could respond, Austin clambered onto his lap, effectively ending whatever flirty moment he was trying to create.

Vincent, now fully dedicated to the game, draped a blanket over himself and flopped onto the couch next to you.

And then Martin threw himself over you, forcing you to adjust him in your lap as he grinned up at you. “Dad says if we stand really, really still, we turn invisible!”

That did it.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Keegan, I swear—”

He just grinned, stepping forward and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Hey, it’s important. What if they ever need to blend into enemy territory?”

You shot him a look. “He’s six.”

He shrugged again, unbothered. “Never too early to start.”

Your husband just smirked knowingly, sending you a wink before turning back to the kids.

"Alright, troops. Next lesson: how to stay hidden until dinner time."

You groaned, shaking your head with a laugh. "You’re so lucky I love you."

He leaned over, pressing a quick, lingering kiss to your cheek. "I know."

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crowsofdarkness · 2 days ago

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Eric finds you on the Ferris wheel and delivers your punishment for running.

18+ CW's Below The Cut(Stalker!Eric, mention of branding, public sex, unprotected pinv, masturbation, Eric making a mess on your chest, fingering, very slight oral with male receiving, and choking)

My knee bounced in annoyance as I sat in the ferris wheel cart, waiting for the ride to start. I kept my eyes sharp as I looked at each face around me, looking for those bright blue eyes. It wasn’t anything new, those eyes following me everywhere I went. At first, I was afraid but as time wore on, I got used to those eyes following me. More like, he wore me down.

When I ran into Eric Draven a few moments ago, I was already on edge because of a little disagreement earlier. He texted me not to go out tonight, rather to meet at his place. But ever stubborn I was , I ignored the text and came to the fair with my best friend. So when I saw him in the crowd, I immediately began avoiding him because the last thing I wanted to do was to have another argument.

The cart moved as a new weight was added to it causing me to snap my gaze away from an older couple over to those dreaded bright eyes as Eric sat across from me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed, rising to my feet to get off the ride only for the cart to jerk, us starting to move.

“I’d suggest sitting down, Y/N. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt,” Eric smirked.

“Fuck you!” I seethed while sitting down again, arms crossed over my chest. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?”

He rested his arms against the back of the cart as we slowly rose to the top. “So you agree you’re mine?”

Weeks of back and forth led to this moment. Eric wanted to be more than occasional fuck buddies but I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. I was young and wanted to live my life.

“I deserve to live my life without you stalking me,” I said with thin slits for eyes.

This made Eric sit forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “What makes you think you deserve anything, Y/N? You’ve disobeyed me yet again.”

I rolled my eyes at this overused phrase. “I’m not yours! I don’t have to listen to you.”

Suddenly he was across the cart in a flash, his fingers wrapped around my throat as he peered down at me, both of his knees on either side of me on the bench I sat on. The grip was tight but not enough to cut off my oxygen. I refused to break our gaze, afraid and slightly aroused as to what he would do.

“You’re mine, crow. The brand on your perfect tit says so. Do I need to brand the other one for you to realize how serious this is?” His bottom lip trembled as he bit out his words.

Oh yeah, the brand. A few days ago when I continued to say I wasn’t his, Eric branded me with his name underneath my breast. It was so fucked up. So wrong. Yet I got off on the whole thing.

Not being able to speak, I shook my head as best as I could in his tight grasp. His face was so close to me and his warm breath fanned over my lips. There was a bit of space between our bodies, just enough for me to slip through to run away.

“Don’t even think about it,” was my only warning before Eric lifted me from my seat as the ride came to a stop, us being stuck at the top.

“We stopped,” I choked out, his grip still around my throat.

Spinning me to face the other way, Eric forced my top half over the side so I gazed straight down to the fairgrounds. Fear filled my veins as I tried to fight against him, which prompted him to lock me into place with his hips against my ass. Large hands slinked up my sweater, over my stomach, and towards the bandage on my breast. I gnawed on my bottom lip, doing whatever I could to keep the moans quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I’d been turned on this entire night. Our game of cat and mouse worked me up that all he had to do was breathe against my clit and I would cum.

“That skirt is really short,” Eric commented.

“Are you going to cut my clothes away this time?” I shot back while looking over my shoulder at him.

Fuck, he was breathaking. Those eyes dragged me under each and every time.

“Believe me, it’s tempting. But I can't risk you leaving here naked,” Eric hands flipped up the edge of my skirt, exposing my ass to the cold air.

Goosebumps pricked my skin as I felt his fingers brush along my folds and this time, I couldn’t hold back the moan when it fell from my lips. Hooking the band of my thong to the side, he slipped a finger inside of me finally.

“I can't believe you jacked off with my underwear,” I breathed, remembering he made a comment about that earlier when we spoke.

I wanted to be angry that he could do something so disgusting but the image of him sitting on my bed with my panties wrapped around his cock was overpowering as I nearly fell to my knees.

“I almost sent you a video of it,” Eric teeth grazed over the shell of my ear.

Feeling my ego boost at the prospect of that video, I pressed my ass harder against his hips in an effort to make him go deeper with his finger.

“You should have.”

Eric hummed a delicious sound. “Next time, crow.”

“Shit, it’s so good,” I purred when a second finger slipped inside of me.

Eric’s pace was slow and teasing, wanting to work me up until I felt like I was on the edge of destruction.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked.

Full of defiance, I let my forehead fall to my arm as it rested on the edge of the cart. “No one.”

The sound of a hand on my ass echoed in the air around us, mixed with my cries as Eric left smack after smack on my bare ass. I writhed away from him in an effort to save myself from another punishing blow but he wrapped a thick arm around my stomach to press me against him again.

“Try again,” he demanded with another smack, only this time it was to my aching cunt.

“YOU!” I moaned. “I belong to you.”

Ripping my panties down my legs, Eric spun me around so I could look up to him as he pushed me roughly against the edge of the cart. My hair dangled off the edge along with my head as I clawed against his jacket, trying to get a better grip so I didn’t fall over.

“Now that’s my good crow. I knew you would see things my way,” he praised while holding one hand around my neck, the other unzipping his pants to pull out his erect cock.

Absent-mindedly, I licked my lips with desperation to taste him again.

“Y/N.”

I peered up at those ocean eyes, something glimmering in their depths. “Hm?”

Gone for a moment was the darkness in his voice as he asked me something I almost expected now.

“Safe word?”

Immediately I shook my head. “If I didn’t want any of this, I would have uttered it already.”

Our hookups weren’t exactly vanilla so we came up with a safe word in case things got too rough or went too far. Neither of us said it.

That seemed to please him before without a second thought, Eric poised his cock at my pussy before sliding in. Exactly like the first time, it took a bit of coaxing until I was able to take the fullness of him. His pace wasn’t gentle by any means as he rutted his hips into mine, shaking the cart. The fear of possibly falling off the edge every time he snapped his cock into me fueled the arousal as the heat spread at the base of my spin almost instantly.

“I’m so close,” I panted while grabbing onto the forearm that held my neck.

“Not yet,” he snarled. I want you to come apart with me,” Eric said, the muscle in his jaw jumping.

He was trying to hold himself back, not wanting this to end. With the head only inside of me, he slowly fucked me and I whined out, wanting the whole thing.

“Please,” I begged while locking my ankles around his. “I need all of you.”

Eric's eyes rolled back and he pressed deep inside of me again, both of us sharing a groan of pleasure. He lifted up my lacy top to make my breasts spill out and quickly, he removed the bandage to look at his brand.

“It’s healing nicely,” he observed, peppering the area around it with kisses.

The grip around my neck faltered to grasp the back of my skull, bringing our lips together in a passionate kiss; sloppy but it ignited the flames brighter inside of me. Without warning, my orgasm drowned me, pulling me down to the darkness that was Eric. I screamed my release into the palm of my hand, not wanting anyone to hear me. It didn’t matter because I craved more of him, his cock spearing me open while my fingers played with the edge of his mask, scratching my nails along the skin.

Suddenly I felt empty when Eric stood tall in front of me, leaving me a wet mess between my legs, only for him to force me onto my knees.

“Cover your breasts,” he ordered.

Doing what he said, I placed the bandage over the brand before pulling down my tank top again. His hands brushed my jacket off my shoulders, it pooling around me.

“Push them up,” he grunted with a sharp nod to my breasts again.

Once more doing what he said, I pushed them up so the top of them nearly spilled out of the top of my shirt and watched with pure elation as he gripped his cock. My gaze tracked every moment of his hand pumping up and down the length of him, taking notes of how he did it so I could remember what he liked.

“Crow,” he grunted while nearly falling over, free hand gripping the edge of the cart of the ferris wheel while his other gripped so hard around his cock, I was sure he was hurting himself.

It was at that moment I realized we started moving again, slowly descending back down.

My mouth parted to speak but all came out was a moan of praise when I felt his warm cum shoot all over my chest, coating me in his seed. Eyes glimmered up at him with a smile playing on my lips; the red lipstick I wore undoubtedly smeared over my face due to the intensity of our kiss.

His cock looked so pretty covered in his cum and I couldn’t wait any longer. All I wanted was a little taste. As his eyes were shut while he was catching his breath, I guided my mouth to the head of his cock, lapping up his arousal and humming in delight.

“Fuck,” Eric shivered, holding my head in place for a moment before pulling me up to my feet.

“Hey,” I protested.

Quickly adjusting himself, he tucked his cock back into his briefs just in time for the ride to come to a halt, both of us back at the bottom safely.

“Get yourself cleaned up before someone sees. And remember to behave Crow,” Eric spoke while zipping up my jacket to cover my cum covered chest.

“Y/N! You rode it without me?!”

Whirling around, I saw my best friend Meri on the other side of the gate that surrounded the ferris wheel.

Holding up a finger in a “one second” motion, I went to turn back towards Eric only to realize I was alone in the cart.

“How the fuck is he so fast with that?” I shook my head in disbelief, doing my best to ignore the stickiness not only on my chest but between my legs.

#Eric Draven #Eric Draven smut #Eric Draven blurbs #Eric Draven blurb #Eric Draven x reader #eric draven x you #bill Skarsgard #bill Skarsgard smut #bill Skarsgard blurb #bill skarsgard blurbs #bill Skarsgard x you #bill Skarsgard x reader

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fayeandknight · 2 days ago

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More info about my foster dog.

Cade is very social for a Malinois. Though he is suspicious of strangers he makes new friends easily when properly introduced. He's super physically affectionate and loves to give hugs, get pets, and even snuggle with people.

He has great possession without resource guarding towards people or dogs. He also has nice full grips most of the time. Though he can be a bit munchy on the tug/sleeve if he has it for too long.

He is a fairly forward dog and has worked with three different decoys, though not on the full suit so far. Four if you count my coworker messing around with him and the bite sleeve. No hesitation to play the game when given the opportunity. He does not hold grudges and is just as happy to play bitey games as he is to solicit affection from the same person.

We are currently working on dog reactivity as some dogs, particularly those with frantic energy or dogs who initiate (hard staring, posturing, or reacting). But he does participate in our socials, where multiple dogs are tethered and on place without issue most of the time. He did get into a scuffle with Faye when they both went for a toy and she told him to kick rocks. But there was no broken skin as neither were serious about the alteration.

That said, he absolutely adores Forte, my three almost four year old intact Belgian Tervuren. They chase either, wrestle, and enjoy just vibing together. When Forte tells him to calm down Cade will go find a toy to play with instead. He also enjoys the occasional playdate with his sister as well. So a home with dogs about his size shouldn't be an issue but I do have reservations about a home with small dogs.

Unfortunately due to getting him from animal control he does not come with papers so some sports are out for him. But PSA or even personal protection are right up his alley and very doable with him.

Cade absolutely loves to do. Training, playing, running on the treadmill, etc. He's up for anything if it means engaging. We've also done a bit of searches for food and toys which he's happy to do, though the toy search is harder for him at present. I've not introduced any orders to him yet.

He's not shy about carrying things and regularly carries sticks on our walks. He also has no qualms about carrying metal water bottles, buckets of various materials, or pretty much anything else offered to him. Plastic water bottles are irresistible to him. Though I've never just given him one, if he finds one he's chomping on it.

He is crate trained and clean in the crate. He rides well in the car (large ruffland kennel). I've taught him to go potty on cue and he's house trained to the point of stopping play to go to the door if he needs to go.

I honestly love him so much and would keep him if I had a different living situation. We regularly have snuggles and chill time time together. He follows cues just as well from me standing or sitting on the floor.

At one point he was a little weird about people touching him under the chin while on a bite but he's worked through that and doesn't have any known body handling issues. I clip his nails and bathe him 100% force free/cooperatively.

He is such an awesome dog and I know the right home is out there for him. Please feel free to share posts about him or ask questions. He comes with a lifetime support from me/the facility I work for and I will take him back in a heartbeat if a home doesn't work out for him.

I love him so, so much and want him to find the right home.

#dogblr #belgian malinois #cade #foster dog #i love him so much #he's so a fun dog #please reblog #he deserves an awesome home #two of his siblings are in psa homes and thriving #I'm so happy i get to talk about him now

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theeeveetamer · 2 days ago

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The more I see about the DMC anime the more concerned I am 😅 I have some serious trust issues with Netflix after the ATLA debacle

My particular bugaboos, which I admit may wind up being completely baseless:

I wish original music were more at the forefront of their marketing for this. Licensed songs are fine, but I’m a DMC fan so I wanna hear, like, music that was actually made for the DMC property? Not Limp Bizkit or Papa Roach. Makes me wonder why they haven’t showed off much (if any) original music yet

So I guess we’re just going with an alternate timeline now? I can’t find another way to square why Agni and Rudra, Echidna, Angelos, the bunny from the DMC3 prequel novel, Lady seemingly meeting Dante for the first time while working for the government (?), and the Order of the Sword would all be existing simultaneously if we were sticking to canon. And I’m personally just not a fan of alternate timeline stuff. I feel like the arc of the DMC story was fantastic already and these characters were brought to a satisfying conclusion in DMC5. I don’t really want something that tosses that all out and tries something completely new with them

Oh and I admit that this one is currently almost entirely baseless considering the info we currently have, but

One of the things I absolutely adore about Dante is that he’s not really concerned with romance. I mean he flirts and looks at dirty magazines but all his relationships with the women in his life are platonic, and he seems to like it that way

His most emotionally interesting, fraught, and complex relationship is with his brother, and his story comes to a conclusion when they start repairing their relationship and healing from their trauma. Not when he “gets the girl” or avenges his dead wife or something.

If this Dante is anything but a cringefail virgin then I’m going on strike. Not that the anime would give him a romantic interest or something, but also, new writers who I don’t know if I completely trust yet, and amatonormativity is helluva drug

#Devil may cry #DMC #Dante #DMC Netflix

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Hello! Happy Wednesday, hope all is going well.

Id love to see a fic that deals with clothing. I headcannon that once they get serious, Magnus replaces all of alec's clothing with better quality/fabric pieces that still are meant for *alec* to like and wear. So, maybe a fic of magnus picking things out, or alec noticing and feeling fluffy about it, or outsiders noticing and commenting. Any verse, just fluffy (or comforting) fashion

Thank you 💛

this is in manipulation is rehab, because at some point Alec just goes along with what Magnus' wants because neither realizes they've both been conditioned into good habits

i hope you enjoy, it's been a bit, and that its fluffy enough

<3 lumine

For a moment Alec wonders if Magnus is trying to be subtle, or perhaps imply something. The thought has barely formed before he’s tossing it away, the mere idea laughable.

Magnus doesn’t do anything by halves and any attempt at being subtle, cryptic, or coy has always promptly been abandoned. Not that Alec can blame him considering that Alec isn’t the best at picking up on any subterfuge beyond political or strategic.

Something Magnus had quickly figured out.

It hadn’t taken long after before Magnus had realized that his best bet in forming mutual sincerity and interest was by being blunt enough that Alec couldn’t misconstrue it.

Which means that now, as Alec looks over the section of Magnus' closet — they may live together but the closet will always be Magnus’ as far as Alec is concerned — that is set aside for him, he doesn’t make immediate assumptions.

After all the emotional effort it took for them here — sharing space and living together without interruptions or interference from others — Alec knows better than to just guess at Magnus’ intent.

Regardless of whether or not Alec’s entire wardrobe — beyond a few specially made pieces Magnus commissioned for hunting — is missing, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything bad.

Instead, Alec runs his fingers over the sleeves of a dozen shirts he doesn’t recognize, the fabric soft and cool under his touch.

Alec’s not really sure if he’s supposed to pretend he didn’t notice or if he’s supposed to make a comment.

Actions have nearly always worked when words fail him and today is no different.

It’s easy enough to go about the rest of his morning, he has coffee after his shower and is making tea for Magnus. It’s a rare mutual day off and despite his late night, Alec knows Magnus won’t sleep past ten.

Not when they have plans.

He’s just finished steeping the tea when arms wrap around his waist, warm skin pressing against his own and he settles back into the embrace contentedly.

“As much as I adore the view, is there a reason you’re not dressed yet?” Delighted as Magnus sounds, there’s worry in his voice as well.

“I seem to have acquired a new wardrobe and I’m not sure how the outfits work yet.”

“That’s it?” Magnus asks, fascination in his voice and when Alec turns his eyes sharpen as he watches Alec closely.

“If you think that the clothes needed to be replaced then I believe you.”

At this point, Alec isn’t even surprised it happened.

“Are you saying that all I had to do to get you into new clothes without a fuss was to replace your wardrobe?” Magnus sounds shocked, as if he really hadn’t expected Alec to be so willing to wear the clothes. And while it’s true that some of the items aren’t something he would have picked to try out himself, there also isn’t anything he outright hates.

“Well it’s certainly one way to go about it.” Alec allows and then he sighs, a smile he can’t hide on his lips, “wouldn’t it have been easier to just go shopping together?”

—

“You mean,” Magnus forces himself to remain calm as struggles to get the words out smoothly, “That instead of spending hours summoning clothes and holding them up to your sleeping form while looking through catalogues, you’d be willing to just go shopping with me instead?”

Perhaps someone else would be surprised but considering all he’s done to get Alexander into his bed, life and now their home, Alexander seems amused but not upset.

“Yes, how shocking.” Alexander is teasing him, laughter curling around the edges of his words. “Magnus, we already shop for ingredients and trinkets on our dates. If it’s something with you, there’s no way I could hate it.”

“No one would ever believe what a romantic you are.” Magnus delights in the kiss his words earn him, Alexander’s smile lingering against his lips before his boy pulls away.

“Now come take responsibility, I don’t mind trying things on but what shirt goes with what pants is not something I can learn without help.”

going to be very real, they are so mutually conditioned and they have no idea.

alec: Magnus wouldn't it be easier for you if we did this together? while I was aware of it?

magnus: ... you would go shopping with me? I can't even remember the last person who agreed to go shopping with me without writing a limitations contract first.

alec: i'll be spending time with you, what does it matter if we're trying on clothes too

magnus: ... mine

alec: yes?? that's the reason i'm willing to go shopping, don't be disillusioned I wouldn't even go shopping with Izzy

magnus: darling this makes me more thrilled not less

#manipulation is rehab #lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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aspenmissing · 17 hours ago

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Hey! I really love your work! Can I request a fic with whichever arcane characters you like (but I’d really like to see Jayvik and Jinx) with a transmasc reader who just got top surgery?

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JAYCE

The first thing you feel when you wake up isn’t pain—it’s warmth.

A large hand, calloused but gentle, cradles yours, thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. The scent of something familiar—metal and a hint of oil, mixed with the comforting scent of Jayce—lingers in the air. It makes you feel safe before your mind even fully catches up to consciousness.

You blink, groggy from the lingering anesthesia, and try to move, but the moment you shift even slightly, Jayce’s grip tightens just a fraction. Not forceful—just enough to remind you he’s there.

“Hey—whoa, whoa, easy.” His voice is soft, but firm, filled with that quiet kind of concern he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you. “Don’t push yourself.”

The world feels slow, foggy, but the dull ache in your chest grounds you. There’s pressure, a tightness from the bandages, but the pain is distant, numbed by whatever meds the doctors gave you. And then, like the sun rising over the horizon, it hits you.

It’s done.

It’s really done.

A shaky breath escapes your lips, uneven, overwhelmed, and Jayce must notice because his free hand moves to your face, fingers brushing your cheek as he leans over. His dark eyes, usually filled with the fire of ambition and innovation, are softer now—completely focused on you. Like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

You are.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You try to answer, but your throat is dry, and your body still feels heavy. Instead, you squeeze his hand, grounding yourself in his presence. He lets out a soft laugh—relieved, affectionate—as he squeezes back.

“I’d ask if it hurts,” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice, “but I already know you’d lie and say you’re fine.”

You huff a small laugh, but it makes your chest twitch, and you wince. Jayce reacts instantly, his grip firm but careful as he helps you settle back against the pillows. He doesn’t ask if you’re sure you’re okay—he already knows what you need, how much space to give, how much support to offer.

“So…” His voice dips into something more serious, more intimate. “How do you feel?”

You take a deep breath, slow and steady. It’s strange, the way your body adjusts to the absence of something that had weighed you down for so long. But more than the physical difference, more than the ache of fresh scars, you feel relief.

“Lighter,” you whisper.

Jayce exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath since the moment you went into surgery. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, his warmth seeping into your skin. There’s something unspoken in his expression, something deep and aching.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

Your throat tightens—not from pain, but from the sheer weight of those words. You glance down, instinctively wanting to check, but the layers of bandages make it impossible to see. Jayce is already moving, adjusting the pillows behind you, making sure you’re comfortable before you even ask.

“You’re supposed to let me take care of you for once, remember?” he teases, but there’s no real bite to his words, only warmth.

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real fight in it. You’re exhausted, sore, and yet… you feel lighter than you ever have. And Jayce is right here, the steady presence you never have to question.

His warmth. His patience. His unwavering belief in you.

You lean into his touch when he brushes your hair back from your face. His fingers trail down, tracing the side of your jaw before coming to rest against your cheek.

“Just… stay?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Jayce doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even let you second-guess it.

“Always.”

And with that, he leans down, pressing the lightest, most reverent kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his presence, the quiet hum of his breathing, the safety in knowing he’s right here.

Time passes in slow, dreamlike waves. He doesn’t leave your side, not even for a second.

At some point, you stir again, and Jayce is already there, pressing a cup of water to your lips. “Sip,” he instructs, tilting it just enough.

The water is cool, refreshing, and you sigh against the rim of the cup. Jayce sets it down and smiles, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “You scared the hell out of me, you know.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Jayce…”

He shakes his head, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I knew you’d be okay. I did. But—” He exhales sharply, looking at you with something so raw in his expression that it makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the surgery. “I didn’t realize how much I was holding my breath until you opened your eyes.”

Your heart clenches. You reach for his hand again, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m here,” you whisper. “I’m okay.”

Jayce nods, but the emotion in his eyes doesn’t waver. He lifts your hand to his lips again, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “Yeah,” he breathes against your skin. “You are.”

Silence settles between you, but it’s the kind that speaks volumes. You let yourself rest, eyes fluttering closed as Jayce’s fingers trail absentmindedly over the back of your hand. You don’t know how long you lay there, basking in the weightlessness of it all, but when you stir again, Jayce is still there.

He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself so he can sit closer, his large frame fitting perfectly beside you. When you lean into him, he doesn’t hesitate to move, carefully pulling you into his chest, mindful of your stitches. His arms encircle you, strong and steady, and for the first time in a long time, you feel truly at home.

“You know,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your hair, “I was thinking… When you’re feeling up to it, we should celebrate.”

You raise a brow, smirking slightly. “Celebrate how?”

Jayce chuckles. “However you want. A quiet night in? A fancy dinner? Hell, I’ll throw a whole damn parade if that’s what you want.”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, and Jayce grins like he’s just heard the most beautiful sound in the world.

“A parade might be overkill,” you tease, voice still slightly hoarse but full of warmth. “But… I like the idea of celebrating.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again, voice quieter now. “Because you deserve it.”

The sincerity in his voice wraps around you like a second layer of warmth, and for the first time in forever, you don’t feel the weight of something that doesn’t belong to you.

You don’t feel like you’re waiting for something to change.

You feel whole.

And with Jayce by your side, you think you always will.

VIKTOR

The lab smelled like metal and ozone, a scent Viktor had long associated with home. The hum of machinery filled the space, familiar and steady, yet today, something else clung to the air—warmth, comfort, a quiet sense of triumph.

He hadn't been able to focus much on his work today, not with Y/N sitting just a few feet away, their presence demanding his attention in a way that had nothing to do with distraction and everything to do with devotion.

"You shouldn’t be moving so much," Viktor murmured, arms loosely crossed as he leaned against the table. His golden eyes studied them with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, a look he often wore when Y/N was being particularly stubborn.

Y/N sat on a stool near the workbench, their posture relaxed but tinged with a lingering soreness. Their newly healed chest was bare save for the light bandages that wrapped around their torso, a testament to a battle won—not against an enemy, but against the weight of a body that had never quite felt like home.

They stretched their arms, rolling their shoulders experimentally, testing the limits of their movement. A small wince betrayed them, but they still smirked. "I can handle it."

Viktor scoffed, the sound soft and amused. "You say that, and yet you winced."

Without another word, he limped forward, carefully placing his cane aside before lowering himself to his knees in front of them. The movement was slow, deliberate, but his focus never wavered. His hands, calloused from years of crafting, hovered hesitantly at their sides.

His touch was always cautious with them. There was an undeniable sharpness to Viktor—his mind, his words, the way he pushed the boundaries of science and progress—but with Y/N, he was something softer, something careful.

Y/N chuckled, catching one of his hands and guiding it forward until his palm rested against their newly flattened chest. The breath Viktor exhaled was shaky, reverent. His fingers ghosted over healing skin, tracing along the edges of bandages as if committing them to memory.

"You are incredible," he murmured, thumb brushing over a faded bruise near their ribs. His voice was barely above a whisper, as though speaking any louder might break the moment.

Y/N let out a breath, their heart stuttering at the sincerity in his tone. "I feel incredible," they admitted, their voice steady despite the overwhelming emotion welling in their chest. "Like myself. Like… I can finally breathe."

Viktor’s lips twitched into a rare, genuine smile, something unguarded and deeply tender. "Good," he said, as if it were the most important thing in the world. "Then I shall do my best to keep you in one piece, even if that means forcing you to rest."

Y/N rolled their eyes. "You and your obsession with making me take it easy—"

Before they could finish, Viktor silenced them in the best way he knew how—with a kiss.

His hands cradled their jaw, fingers curling against their skin, holding them like something precious. The kiss was slow, lingering, deliberate. There was no rush, no urgency—just Viktor taking his time, mapping out every inch of them, learning them in ways no machine, no invention, ever could.

Y/N melted into it, their fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly. Viktor hummed against their lips, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down their spine.

When he finally pulled away, his breath fanned against their lips, warm and steady. "I will always fight for your happiness, milý," he murmured, voice softened in the way it only ever was for them. "You have given me more reasons to believe in the future than science ever has." (Dear)

Y/N’s heart clenched, emotion thick in their throat. They leaned in, resting their forehead against his. "You’re such a sap," they teased, though their voice wavered, betraying just how much his words meant.

Viktor huffed a quiet laugh, pressing another kiss to their lips, softer this time. "Only for you."

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in the quiet hum of the lab, in the warmth of each other's presence. The world outside could wait. Piltover’s demands could wait.

Healing wasn’t easy. It was slow and aching and sometimes frustrating beyond belief. But with Viktor beside them, hands steady against their skin, gaze filled with nothing but pride and love, Y/N felt like they could take on anything.

Together.

JAYVIK

The dim glow of the lamplight cast a warm haze over the room, the three of you sitting together in front of the mirror. Your shirt lay discarded beside you, the air cool against your skin, but the warmth of their presence balanced it out. Viktor sat cross-legged beside you, careful in his movements as he adjusted his brace-clad leg, his cane resting against the nearby dresser. His golden eyes were fixated on your reflection, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of your scars with a feather-light touch. Jayce knelt behind you, his hands steady on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You swallowed hard, staring at the scars that stretched across your chest. The sight still felt new, unfamiliar in some ways, even though you'd spent hours looking at them before. But this was different. This time, you weren't alone.

"You're staring," you murmured, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

Viktor hummed, his fingers pressing a little more firmly as he traced each scar with careful reverence. "Of course. They are beautiful."

A small, sharp breath left you. He said it with such certainty, as if there were no room for argument. As if it were fact.

Jayce’s arms tightened around you, pulling you against his chest. His chin rested atop your head, his voice soft as he spoke. "Yeah, they are. You are."

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head slightly. "I don’t know if ‘beautiful’ is the word I’d use."

Viktor finally met your gaze in the mirror, brow quirking slightly. "Then you are simply wrong," he said, his usual sharp wit softened by the tenderness in his voice. "It is not just the scars themselves. It is what they mean. What they represent. The fact that you fought for them."

Jayce pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your temple. "You fought for this body, for yourself. And we love you. Every part of you."

The lump in your throat thickened, and you let out a shaky breath, your fingers brushing over Viktor’s hand as it rested over your heart. You tilted your head back against Jayce’s shoulder, feeling the slow, steady beat of your own pulse beneath their touch.

For so long, you had fought to be seen as you truly were. And now, here you were, held by two men who saw you, all of you, and loved you without hesitation.

You let yourself relax further, melting into Jayce’s warmth as he ran his hands along your arms, pressing light kisses into your shoulder. Viktor shifted beside you, adjusting his leg with a small wince before settling comfortably. His hand, steady despite the slight tremor in his fingers, rested over your scars once more.

"Does it still hurt?" Viktor asked softly, his gaze flicking from the mirror to your chest and back again.

You exhaled, considering the question. "Not really. Sometimes. Some tightness here and there, but mostly... it just feels like me now."

Jayce hummed in understanding, his broad palms covering your own where they rested in your lap. "Healing takes time. But you've come so far already."

Viktor's thumb brushed along one of the scars, tracing it as though he were reading something deeply important. "You are remarkable, you know that? I have seen people build machines, cities, legacies. And yet, what you have built for yourself—the strength you have shown—it is more inspiring than anything else."

Your breath hitched at his words, the honesty in them hitting you like a slow, warming wave. You had always known Viktor to be a man of sharp intellect, of curiosity and wit, but when he loved, he loved with every careful word and action. And Jayce, ever steady and unwavering, held you as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

You swallowed past the tightness in your throat, squeezing both of their hands. "I... I don’t know what I did to deserve you two."

Jayce chuckled, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Funny. We were thinking the same thing about you."

Viktor smirked, leaning his weight slightly against your side, as if sharing his presence more fully. "We are quite lucky, I think."

You smiled at your reflection, at them, at yourself. "Yeah," you whispered, voice steady. "I fought for this. And I wouldn’t change a thing."

Viktor’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk, his hand lingering over your heart for just a moment longer before settling against your side. Jayce nuzzled into your hair, his arms never faltering in their hold around you.

Together, the three of you sat in the quiet, basking in the moment, in each other.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt whole.

VANDER

The dim lantern light cast a soft glow over the bedroom, flickering shadows dancing on the aged wooden walls. The world outside the Last Drop was quiet for once, the usual clamour of Zaun’s underbelly fading into a distant hum.

It was rare to find peace like this. No shouting from the bar below, no fights breaking out in the alleys. Just the slow, steady rhythm of breath and the warmth of a man who had long since carved a space in your heart.

Vander lay beside you, his heavy frame sinking into the mattress, one arm draped lazily but securely around your waist. His head rested against your bare chest, his beard tickling slightly where it pressed against your skin. He smelled of ale, smoke, and something distinctly him—the scent you had come to associate with home.

His breathing was slow, steady. You weren’t even sure if he was still awake, the rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself. But then he shifted, burrowing just a little deeper into you, arms tightening as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

It made you smile—how someone so strong, so feared in Zaun’s underworld, could be so tender with you. With those he loved.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. Words weren’t necessary. The creak of the bed, the distant drip of a leaky pipe, the gentle rustle of fabric as Vander’s fingers traced absentminded patterns along your waist—it was enough.

Still, something tugged at the back of your mind, a question you hadn’t realized was lingering there until the words tumbled out before you could stop them.

"You gonna miss my pillows?"

The way Vander huffed out a breath—it wasn’t quite a laugh, but something close—told you he was awake after all. He didn’t lift his head immediately, just turned his face slightly, his lips ghosting over your skin.

"Mm… Nah," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. There was no hesitation in it, no doubt. Just fact.

Still, you felt his fingers twitch against your ribs before he shifted, finally tilting his head up to meet your gaze. His tired blue eyes searched yours, shining with something unreadable in the low light. The kind of look that made your breath hitch—like he saw right through you, past the words, straight to what you meant to ask.

"Never needed ‘em," he continued, voice softer now. His calloused fingers brushed along your side, feather-light despite the strength they held. "This? You? That’s all I ever wanted."

The warmth that bloomed in your chest was unlike anything else. Not just comfort or relief, but something deeper. Something raw.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, exhaling softly as you let your fingers weave into his silver-streaked hair. Tugging him just a little closer, you murmured, "Good… 'cause I don’t regret it for a second."

"Nor should you." His lips brushed against your chest then, a slow, deliberate kiss pressed just above your heartbeat. "You look damn good, love. Feel good too."

A short laugh escaped you, but your pulse betrayed how much his words meant. How much he meant.

Vander took his time tracing the new lines of your body, the dips and scars that were now fully your own. He never hesitated, never treated you as anything less than whole—than his. His hands were big, rough, but gentle, running over your ribs, your sides, your hips as if to memorize you all over again.

"Soft here," he mused, voice thick with sleep as he brushed his fingers along your skin. "Strong here." A slow drag of his palm down your side, settling at your waist. "Mine here."

Your breath caught, and he chuckled, deep and warm.

"Vander," you grumbled, rolling your eyes, but there was no real bite to it.

"What?" He smirked, shifting so that his arms wrapped more firmly around you, pulling you flush against him. "Just sayin’ the truth."

Then, as if proving a point, he burrowed against your chest again, sighing contentedly. "Reckon I got new pillows right here."

You scoffed, but the way his breath fanned over your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his smile against you, that damn teasing grin he always wore when he knew he had you right where he wanted.

"You sap," you muttered, though your arms curled around him all the same, fingers threading through his hair again, massaging lightly at his scalp.

His grip around your waist tightened just slightly. "Damn right," he murmured against your skin. "And you love it."

…He wasn’t wrong.

Silence settled over you both again, but it wasn’t empty—it was full, heavy with meaning. Vander’s breaths evened out, though his hold on you never loosened. He wouldn’t let go. Not now. Not ever.

SILCO

The mirror was cruel.

Y/N had never thought it would be—not after years of waiting, of dreaming, of aching for the moment they could finally look at themselves and feel whole.

Yet here they stood, candlelight flickering across the reflection of their bare chest, tracing the raised, pink scars left behind by the surgeon’s blade. The ache was fading, the stitches long since removed, but a deeper, nameless uncertainty had settled beneath their skin.

Their fingers hovered over the ridges, the places where something once was but no longer remained. The weight had lifted—so why did it feel so heavy?

They weren’t alone for long.

Silco’s presence filled the dimly lit room like a whisper of smoke, carrying with it the scent of oil, damp stone, and something uniquely his—sharp, commanding, yet careful in a way most never saw. He had always been careful with Y/N.

His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and survival, settled gently on their shoulders. Not possessive, not forceful—just there. A quiet offering. His reflection appeared behind them, his mismatched gaze heavy with something unreadable.

"You’ve been standing here for a while," he murmured, voice low, edged with something softer than concern, but no less intense.

Y/N swallowed, their throat tight. "I… don’t know what’s wrong with me." Their voice was steady, but the words felt fractured. "I wanted this. I needed this. And now that it's done, I—I just feel… I don’t know."

Silco said nothing at first, only watching. He had always known when to speak and when to listen. He had watched them fight for this, had held them through sleepless nights riddled with pain and anticipation. And now, he watched as they doubted something they had once burned for.

"You’ve spent so long wanting," he finally said, his grip firming just slightly. "It’s only natural that the silence afterward feels strange."

Y/N’s fingers curled over their scars. "What if I regret it?" The words felt small, like they didn’t belong to them. They hated the way their chest tightened around the thought.

Silco’s grip moved then, trailing down their arms, steadying them. He leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of their neck.

"Do you?"

They opened their mouth—hesitated. "I don’t know."

Silco’s lips barely ghosted against their skin, just enough to ground them. "Then let’s find out."

His hands slipped lower, fingers curling around their wrists as he turned them away from the mirror. Enough. Enough of the reflection that felt like a battlefield. Enough of the spiral eating them alive.

Y/N let him lead them away, past the flickering candlelight and onto the bed they shared. The mattress dipped beneath them as Silco settled beside them, his hand resting over theirs, grounding them in the way only he could.

"Lie back," he murmured. It wasn’t a command, but an invitation.

Y/N hesitated before obeying, sinking into the sheets, their chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The air between them was thick with something unspoken.

Silco’s fingers brushed over their skin first—so light, so reverent it almost didn’t feel real. He traced the curve of their shoulder, then the faint ridges of the scars that marked their chest. The hesitation in Y/N’s breathing didn’t go unnoticed.

"You are not less for doubting," Silco murmured, pressing the first kiss just below the hollow of their throat. "You are not broken for grieving what you’ve lost, even if you chose to lose it."

Y/N exhaled shakily, their body tensing, then slowly unwinding beneath his touch. His lips trailed lower, ghosting over the scars as though sealing them with something sacred.

"These are a part of you now," he continued, his voice rasping between each press of his lips. "But they do not define you. Not more than your strength. Not more than the way you fight. Not more than the way you love."

Y/N shuddered at the warmth of his mouth against them. At the gentleness of a man who had never been known for it. He had never treated them like they were fragile, even now, when they felt like they were.

"You are still mine," Silco murmured, pulling back just enough to meet their gaze, his mismatched eyes sharp and unyielding. "Scars and all."

Y/N blinked up at him, their chest tight in a different way now—not from fear, not from regret, but from the overwhelming depth of his devotion.

Tears burned at the edges of their vision, but they didn’t fight them. Not with him.

Silco caught their jaw between his fingers, tilting their face toward him. "Say it," he murmured.

Y/N swallowed. "I’m still yours."

Something flickered in Silco’s expression, something too deep to name. His lips pressed against their forehead, lingering there as if binding them to the promise.

Y/N closed their eyes and let themselves believe it.

And for now—that was enough.

JINX

Jinx had a habit—an obsession, really—with finding the perfect clothes for Y/N. Not just any clothes, but ones that made a statement. Something bold, something loud, something that screamed confidence louder than a Zaunite explosion.

And right now, she was shoving yet another sleeveless crop top into his hands.

“C’mon, c’mon, try it on!” Jinx’s grin was wild as she bounced on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

Y/N raised a brow at the article of clothing, noting the jagged lightning design across the chest. It was, admittedly, kind of sick. He rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. “You really like showing off my scars, huh?”

Jinx threw her hands in the air like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Uh, yeah? They’re badass! Like battle scars, except instead of ‘ow ow pain’ it’s ‘fuck yeah, I look awesome!’”

Y/N snorted. “You have a weird way of putting things.”

Jinx just grinned wider. “I’m a weird gal.”

With a shake of his head, Y/N pulled off his hoodie and tugged the crop top over his head. It fit perfectly, hugging his frame just right, stopping just above his waistline. Jinx let out a delighted whoop, clapping her hands together.

“See?! Told ya! You look so cool, like—like some rebel hero from one of those old comic books Vi used to hoard.” She circled him, taking in the whole look, nodding to herself in approval. “People are gonna take one look at you and go ‘Damn, I wish I had that kinda confidence.’”

Y/N huffed a laugh, feeling warmth spread in his chest—not just from her words but from the fact that she really, truly meant them. Jinx was loud and chaotic, but when she cared, she cared.

He glanced at the pile of other sleeveless and cropped clothes Jinx had clearly been collecting for him, and despite himself, he smiled.

“…You really went all out, huh?”

“Duh!” Jinx flicked his forehead, grinning. “Gotta make sure my best guy looks rad as hell! Now c’mon, we’re showing this off! You, me, top of the tallest building in Zaun. Let’s make ‘em all look up.”

Y/N shook his head but didn’t hesitate to follow when Jinx grabbed his wrist and pulled him along, laughing all the way.

The night air was cool as they ascended one of the towering rooftops in Zaun. Jinx had always been quick on her feet, and Y/N had gotten used to keeping up with her over time, though she still had a habit of moving just a little too fast. She leaped from ledge to ledge effortlessly, her laugh echoing in the metal maze of the undercity, and Y/N had no choice but to follow.

By the time they reached the top, Jinx spread her arms out dramatically, spinning on her heel. “Ta-da! Best view in the whole damn city.”

Y/N caught his breath, glancing over the sprawling industrial beauty of Zaun. The neon lights flickered in the distance, reflecting off the polluted rivers below, the city alive and restless. He exhaled slowly. “You weren’t kidding.”

Jinx plopped down onto the rooftop edge, letting her legs dangle freely. She patted the space next to her, and Y/N joined her, stretching his arms behind him.

“So,” she started, kicking her feet idly, “you like the clothes or what? ‘Cause I got, like, a lot more where that came from.”

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, I like ‘em. You didn’t have to do all that, though.”

Jinx scoffed, waving him off. “Pfft, course I did. You earned those scars. They tell a story, y’know? And stories should be shown off, not hidden away.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, running a hand absentmindedly over the faded lines on his chest. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about them—what they meant to him, how people saw them, how he saw them. And now here was Jinx, treating them like some kind of badge of honor.

“…Thanks, Jinx,” he said softly.

Jinx glanced at him, her usual wild grin shifting into something softer, more sincere. “Anytime, dumbass.”

For a while, they just sat there, looking over the city, the distant hum of machinery filling the silence. Then, as if unable to sit still for too long, Jinx shot up suddenly. “Okay, okay, enough sentimental crap. You ready to really show off?”

Y/N gave her a wary look. “What do you mean?”

Jinx smirked, pulling out a small, round device from her belt—one that was already blinking ominously.

“…Jinx,” Y/N said cautiously.

“Relax, relax! It’s just a little show for the city! A little boom here, a little bang there—”

“Jinx.”

“—and BAM! Spotlight’s on you, my dude!”

Before Y/N could protest, she tossed the device high into the air. A second later, a burst of neon blue light exploded in the sky like fireworks, sparks raining down harmlessly but brilliantly, illuminating the rooftop. Jinx whooped, spinning around, her wild laughter echoing through the night.

Y/N sighed, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

Jinx threw an arm over his shoulders, still laughing. “Eh, what else is new? Now c’mon, let’s strike some badass poses before the enforcers show up!”

And as ridiculous as it was, standing there in the glow of Jinx’s impromptu light show, Y/N had never felt prouder to be seen.

#Arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fluff #reader insert #jinx x platonic!reader #jayce x reader #jayce x you #jayce talis x reader #jayce x y/n #viktor x y/n #viktor x reader #jayce x reader x viktor #viktor x you #vander x reader #silco x reader #jayvik x reader

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creatingblackcharacters · 10 hours ago

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Hi! I know this has been said before but thank you so much for running this blog, you do a huge amount of work for free and make it available to everyone and it's a phenomenal resource.

I wanted to ask you for feedback on a couple of story details. I'm developing a fantasy story with supernatural creatures and such. One of the main characters is Black and a vampire. (If it matters - the story takes place in a semi-fantastical world, the characters don't really have real-world nationalities, so he isn't specifically Black American.)

All of my characters are on the move often and have fairly 'basic' low-maintenance clothes and hairstyles, including him. Additionally, (I haven't quite decided how yet but it's there) the being undead thing slows hair growth quite a lot. I decided to give him a short afro considering both of those things, do you think this is realistic? (...or as realistic as it can be, in terms of this fantasy story lol)

There's no bigotry directly about anything real-world (like skin color), but there is arguably a fictionalized version of police discrimination. The story has a supernatural creature hunting association and one character mentions having left it because it was corrupt, cruel, and used underhanded methods to excuse taking innocents captive. I didn't originally intend it as an allegory for real discrimination and police brutality but it very quickly became that. The rest of the story is pretty lighthearted, so I'm not sure how much I should lean into that aspect (I'm also white so there's probably a line to how in-depth I can get about it). Do you have advice?

How do I address the maybe awkward implications of him being admittedly dangerous to other people? He's sort of an antihero that the audience is supposed to root for, but if we're already going into symbolism, then it's awkward that supernatural hunters have a genuinely good reason for going after him (he DOES kill people, although the narrative doesn't really take murder super seriously when the main characters do it), even though they do so often unjustly. I'm already aware of cultural uses of supernatural monsters as allegories for 'undesirable' minorities, and I want the audience takeaway to be 'that was a fun supernatural story' and not 'this story is encouraging me to think of [insert minority] as dangerous parasites'.

Well, it doesn't change anything that it's a fantastical world bc the character is still what we know to be Black. I do that with my stories too, but that doesn't change context outside of your story, no 😅 sorry.

1. An afro is fine; I don't see why it wouldn't be.

2 & 3. These two tie together, unfortunately. You can't really say that this world has an equivalent of police brutality and that these people who enforce said police brutality and bigoted discrimination are hunting down your character... That is Black... That "deserves it"... But it's a "light hearted" story. Because as a Black person, I'm not just gonna forget you said that 😅 ESPECIALLY when another character used to work for em! It reminds me of Twilight, when Jasper used to be a whole Confederate and as Black readers we were supposed to just... Get over that 😅

The connection there is that this bigoted entity could very well do those things to this character, and so while we can root for him to not be caught, that will still hang over our heads. And then for the narrative to unironically say "he kind of deserves it" nah I'll pass, personally.

Is anyone else on your main team Black, or at least of color? Or are we looking at this one guy who is a target of some of the worse that the story can hold, while everyone else is just... Not? Because that doesn't look great, no, if you have that and then don't treat it as important.

I will say, lightheartedness amongst a serious topic has been done! As weird and questionable as Quentin Tarantino is, the scene of the Klan being fucking jokers is admittedly one of the only times I've ever laughed at hardcore bigots.

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But the rest of Django also treats the story as quite serious; his revenge narrative against racists and their violence is central to the story. So I think that if you're gonna bring that part of the narrative up, you need to commit to what that means or let it go.

#creatingblackcharacters #thatsjusttips

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nikkento-writes · 4 hours ago

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Seashell

Author's Note: I know it’s been way too long since I’ve posted or written anything, but I do have a small life update: I’m engaged! And I’m happy to say that this little piece is inspired by true events. 💗 Enjoy! Divider credits to the lovely @/cafekitsune.

“Let’s watch the sunrise when we’re in Hawaii.”

It’s an unexpected suggestion coming from your boyfriend, who values sleep more than anyone else you know and is rarely ever willing to get up earlier than he really needs to. But Nanami insists, even when you raise a brow at him with a smirk, doubting him with an unconvinced, “Are you serious?”

The two of you are tucked under the covers in bed, about ready to sleep. He turns on his side to face you, a small smile on his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since our trip last year. I hear the sunrises in Hawaii are beautiful.”

You study his expression carefully. For some reason, you’re suspicious. You’re not sure of what exactly, but there’s a small part of you that thinks he’s up to something. Though, you don’t want to get your hopes up in case that small part of you is wrong.

You’ve been together for over a decade now. While some may see that as way too long without marriage, the both of you have been happy and unbothered to go at your own pace. Nanami’s career as a sorcerer was always unpredictable, making it complicated to plan for the future. Now that he’s retired, it seems you’re both finally ready to take the next step. Right before the new year started, the two of you casually went ring shopping together, trying on different stones and settings until you found one that you fell in love with. Nanami made sure to take various pictures from all angles, memorizing the exact style that made your eyes sparkle. Even after that, you haven’t been convinced that it will happen anytime soon. The last thing you want to do is to put pressure on him. And the last thing you want to feel after a nice vacation in Hawaii is disppointed if it doesn’t happen.

So, you keep your expectations non-existent, excited to just spend a few days in paradise with the love of your life. Without pressing further, you agree to his idea, snuggling up against his chest. “Okay, sweetie. That sounds good.”

You continue not to speculate his newfound motivation for the next week, even when he shows the location of a random beach fifteen minutes from where you’re staying, telling you that’s where he wants to watch the sunrise and asking if you could find a good restaurant to eat nearby afterwards. Or when he comes home from work with a bag of new clothes and shoes, claiming he wants to look especially nice on this trip. Or when he keeps on mentioning how everyone from Gojo to his mother keep on pestering him about proposing, to which he rolls his eyes and vehemently maintains that it’s not going to happen yet. Sure, maybe there’s an inkling of hope deep down, but again, you remind yourself not to expect anything. It’ll be another lovely vacation, that is all.

It's only when you’re literally walking on the beach in the golden glow of the Hawaiian sunrise, Nanami leading you along the shore, that your little hunch becomes palpable.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing at a pristine seashell laid purposely on the rocks.

“A seashell!” you respond, giving him the obvious answer, smiling at him.

He grins, guiding you towards it. “Flip it over.”

Once again, you don’t question him, heart beating rapidly in your chest, bending down to reach for the shell. Tiny waves splash over your sandals, the bottom of your skirt getting soaked with ocean water. When you turn it over, your breath catches as you read the short message written in bold ink, unmistakable. Marry me?

You stare at it, blinking to make sure it isn’t in your imagination. This time, you do question him. “Are you serious? Are you serious?!”

And when you turn to look at him, he’s on one knee, sinking into the wet sand beneath him, holding the ring out to you. “Well, will you?”

It takes you a moment to process it all, but eventually, through tears, you nod emphatically at him, watching him slide the band onto your finger. “Yes!” you say, as he stands up, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You sob into his chest, repeating your answer over and over.

“I love you so much, so so much,” he whispers, kissing you on the forehead, holding your face in his hands to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your fiancé was totally right; sunrises in Hawaii are truly the most beautiful.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami x you #nanami drabbles #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jjk fluff

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doueverwonder · 20 hours ago

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do you have any WTTT headcannons you'd like to share?

sorry it took me a few days I had to remember some I hadn't shared yet + its been mostly branches brainrot the past week and didn't want it to be just them lol

here u go

Gov hates the branches saluting him so much actually, he keeps telling them they don't have to do it but its so habitual they'll never stop. National Guard on the other hand is supposed to salute all the states and territories and stopped doing that forever ago bc some states were so smug about it.

Subregion meetings are always somehow MORE chaotic than region meetings, the Great Lakes and Southwest are tied for number times Gov opened the door, heard yelling, decided "nope." and left without even going in.

At least once a month Gov tries to organize 'region bonding' activities and they're all like "we're not kids at a summer camp what is this smh" cut to the South & West actually about to kill each other over a game of tug of war bc "its unfair, y'all have Alaska! he's like four people!" "stop whining you guys have Texas!" "fuck Texas!" "HEY!"

West Virginia wasn't raised by Virginia like, at all really, but he did get a lot second hand bc Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois turned raising West Virginia into a group project and all four of them were raised by Virginia. (Illinois is the guy who didn't do any work but put his name on it/j) (he did do work he had to work to be a worse influence then Ohio smh)

Speaking of, the first state most states met right after joining the union was Virginia, no one knows how she gets places so fast, became a competition to try to beat her and no one ever has. WV and Nevada are the only two that met someone else first.

Michigan, Wisconsin & Minnesota go ice fishing together at least once a year, they don't actually do much fishing but they do get very drunk at like 8 am. so there's that. somehow none of them have fallen and broken something or fallen through the ice... yet.

when Tennessee and Texas started dating the Carolina's gave Tex a shovel talk with such specifics that they were either joking entirely or dead serious and he has nightmares about finding out which one it is.

Florida has an adderall prescription but has never had it filled, he's started using it to get things, tells Gov he'll go right to the pharmacy if he just lets him do this one last chaotic thing (he will never go to the pharmacy).

based on state land mass Ohio and Indiana are both victims of older but shorter with the rest of the Midwest. Minnesota & Illinois will pick Indiana up so she can see/reach things, Ohio's fragile masculinity won't let anyone help him, he'll scale counters first.

California has 2 siblings Baja California Sur (older sister) and Baja California Norte (younger brother), everyone outside of the west + Texas forget about this a lot bc in no way has California ever given middle kid vibes.

Texas being Texas celebrates his birthday THREE TIMES every year, May 7th (Mexican statehood day), March 2nd (texas independence), and December 29th (US statehood day). he does throw major parties for all three.

that's all I can think of right now :3

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttt gov #wttt florida #wttt michigan #wttt wisconsin #wttt minnesota #wttt indiana #wttt illinois #wttt west virginia #wttt ohio #wttt texas #wttt california #wttt north carolina #wttt south carolina #wttt tennessee

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lilgarbitch · 22 hours ago

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Running in Circles - Eight

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: Depression, FP (favorite person) thoughts, past addiction, mentions of losing a loved one (I think that’s all but please let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 10.3k

Author’s Note: I had most of his written and ready to go before I took a break from posting. I went back and forth for a long time, debating if I wanted to keep her backstory like this, but I want a complex MC. I want to bring awareness to topics like these and I want people to see inside the mind of those who struggle with things like this. (Also very sorry I keep changing the names of characters. Y/N’s ex is now Chris, because I hated the name Ronnie.) (Also I’m working on editing the pictures and shit for the past chapters so sorry that things look different)

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @bloody-spades @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @death-ofpeace-ofmind @heyyoplayer

Part Seven

Y/N

“Guys, stop, you’re gonna break it!” I laughed out, yelling at Cal and Damien, who were messing around with the control board in the studio.

The boys ended up coming over to Dave’s house, and after about twenty minutes of them freaking out about meeting Dave and all of Lorna Shore, followed by walking through the house in complete awe, they became quickly acquainted… a little too quickly.

The group’s personalities were a little too alike, and now I was back to babysitting multiple grown men. I had to ask Dave to follow my idiots to make sure they didn’t break anything of his, but he just laughed me off, even though I was completely serious.

Now, my boys, Dave, Will, Moke, and I were all hanging out in the studio as the rest of the guys did who knows what. I’m afraid I’m ever going to leave this room. My boys got a little too excited seeing how professional everything was, and Dave, enthusiastic at the thought of showing more people his things, told them to have fun. Which wasn’t the best idea, seeing that they were now touching absolutely anything they could get their hands on, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.

Will and I just sat back and watched as Cal, Finn, and Damien treated the room like a zoo, and Dave and Moke explained what everything did. I couldn’t have been more stressed out, knowing how they treat their own instruments, but Will did his best to keep me calm, saying that if they did do something they weren’t supposed to, Dave would let them know. And I was realizing just how little our band knew about things like this. When we produced our music, we ran shitty software on Cal’s PC after recording in a “studio” at the local music shop, thanks to Damien knowing a guy who worked there and was willing to hook us up. While we were technically under a label with our “manager” coming from them, it wasn’t a big one that helped us with any production or promotion. We did that all ourselves. And it was also now hitting me that the only reason why we were even able to join such a large tour was because Noah probably begged his band and management to set it up.

“Y/N, why don’t you check more things out? I’ve only seen you in the booth,” Moke shouted towards me in the midst of the chaos, pulling me out of my overwhelming thoughts, “Do you play any instruments? Or only vocals?”

“Oh, she plays a mean guitar,” Damien answered for me, making me shake my head.

“I do not. I’m so bad at it, which is why I only sing on stage. But I used to play the piano,” I answered. Dave walked past me to his wall of guitars.

“Well, I don’t have a piano…yet. But why don’t you show us what you can play?” He said as he grabbed a guitar off the shelf and walked it over to me. I eyed the guitar, then him, then at the rest of the guys staring at me.

“Why am I the one who’s always put on the spot?” I semi-joked as I took the guitar from him, staring at him apprehensively.

I stared down at the guitar in my hands. I didn’t want the boys knowing that I actually really enjoyed guitars, knowing how the whole vocals thing went earlier in the tour, but I couldn’t help but admire the Taylor 814ce. One that was handed to me like it wasn’t a dream to touch, let alone play.

I was never confident in my guitar playing, especially around Finn and Calum, who could pick up any song you throw at them and perfect it in a week, and how they always helped me if I needed someone to play a few chords to help me with getting a song worked out in my head, so I never really felt like I was one to admire such a beauty if I wasn’t the most informed in the group. But this was a beauty.

After a few moments of taking in the amazing condition Dave kept his instruments in, I finally turned back to the boys.

“So uh…what do I play?” I ask sheepishly. I don’t even know if I remember any of the songs I learned all those years ago, and being put on the spot really wasn’t helping me think.

“What’s that one song you always used to play in highschool? I remember when I showed you my first Fender, you started playing that one song…uhhh ‘You’re only six feet tall’ or something like that?” Finn suggested, making me chuckle.

“That’s an easy song, definitely not one I’d choose to show off my talent if I had any,” I reply with a smirk.

“Still, I haven’t heard you play or even sing that song in too long. Give it a go. Please?” I looked at him for a moment before rolling my eyes and getting the guitar in position.

It had been years since I played ‘On the Brightside’, but it’s just repeating chords, so stare down at the strings and try to wrack my brain of which chords those were.

I begin strumming what I thought might be them, but it still sounded off. My hand instantly went to the pegs, before pausing and looking up at Dave, silently asking permission to butcher the tuning of his gorgeous guitar for a single song, but he surprisingly nodded.

As I start tuning the E string, finally hearing some familiarity in an E flat, it all starts coming back to me. I eventually tune every string to a flat, and start strumming a few chords, making sure that I actually remember them correctly. Once I got the hang of it, I began.

I met a man of two feet tall

This man was quite ambitious

In a world that is so vicious to us all

I said, “Hi,” as he replied

He said, “Listen to these words that I have lived by my whole life”

”You’re only as tall as your heart will let you be

And you’re only as small as the world will make you seem

When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall

Just look on the brightside, you’re roughly six feet tall”

I couldn’t hit Christofer Drew’s high notes, but I continue strumming and bringing this song back into my heart. Not that I normally can forget songs, but this one will forever be ingrained into my brain. I’ve lived by these words since the day I first heard this song, and it was one of the first ones I ever tried learning on guitar when I was young. It has been quite some time since I’ve played it, but now that I'm doing it again, it’s going to be a while before I forget it.

I am a man of six feet tall

Just looking for some answers

In a world that answers none of them at all

I’ll say, “Hi,’ but not reply

To the letters that you write

Because I’ve found some piece of mind

Cause I’m only as tall as my heart will let me be

And I’m only as small as the world will make me seem

And when the going gets rough and I feel like I may fall

I’ll look on the brightside, I’m roughly six feet tall

I softly hold out the last note and let the chord ring out for a few moments before pressing my hand down and stopping it, looking up at everyone. Moke, Dave and Damien clap with an impressed look on their faces, Damien’s being a little smug, as Finn and Cal give me a pleased smile, seemingly happy to hear me play again.

“Damn, dude, is there anything you can’t do?” Will asked with a laugh beside me, making me chuckle.

“It’s a seven chord song. Damien could probably learn it,” I tease, causing an offended “Hey!” from Damien. Will pats my shoulder with a smile.

“I’m serious. While you’d definitely need lessons to do anything near Adam, Andrew or Finn’s level, I’m convinced there’s nothing you can’t easily learn.”

“Oh, there’s a lot I can’t learn,” I said with an eye roll. One thing being how to stop messing shit up in my life, but I don’t say that out loud.

The boys go back to chatting together, occasionally mentioning how we should find a studio as nice as this to practice in New York, but I stay out of the conversation. I do my best to retune Dave’s guitar before sliding it back on its stand, not wanting to feel like I messed with it too much.

As I make my way back to my seat, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I slip it out and unlock it as I sit back down.

Matty- Hey, sorry I missed your texts. The guys and I have been spending time with Noah. I don’t want to get into it too much over text, but he seems to be regretting that party. A lot.

Matty- Sucks I couldn’t have met Will and hung out with everyone, but since we’re home and have some sense of normalcy back after about a month, we were hoping that might help him out a little bit.

I stare at Matt’s texts for a few moments, trying to understand. He regrets it? I’m assuming he means sleeping with that girl, since I haven’t heard about him doing anything else stupid, but is he really regretting it that badly?

Yeah, it upset me and threw me back into a bit of a rut, but those are easily triggered when my feelings get hurt. And I already knew that trying anything with Noah would put my feelings on the line, especially going so many years thinking of him rather than getting out there and moving on from him or my ex.

I sigh and think for a moment. I don’t know if Noah found out anything about Will and me yet, but I don’t want him regretting doing something we both did. Not that I can truly justify our actions, seeing as we both made bad decisions, but it’s not like it ruined everything between us, especially since this sounds like he regrets it because he wants to work on us, not because he had a one night stand. Hopefully.

But if he regrets it, that might mean he hasn’t heard anything yet about Will and me. Will that crush him? I keep ruminating in the thoughts until I’m pulled out by a hand touching my shoulder. I glance over and see Will, looking at me a little concerned.

“Everything alright?” he asks with a quiet voice, not wanting to bring attention to me just in case. I do my best to give him a small smile and nod.

“Yeah, there’s just something I have to do,” I reply softly, patting his hand before standing up.

I make my way out into the hallway outside the studio, trying not to look upset so no one questions me, and pull up my contacts on my phone.

I type in his name and click on it, bringing it up to my ear as it starts ringing. I glance around the hallway, not really wanting anyone getting any juicy gossip from the call and spreading anything, especially since Will’s whole band doesn’t fully understand what’s happening between the two of us.

After it seemed like he wasn’t going to pick up, I finally hear Ruffilo’s voice on the other line.

“Hello?” He answers, seemingly confused on why I called.

“Hey”

“Hey..uh…Is everything good?” It sounded like he almost said my name, probably refraining if he was around Noah.

“Yeah. Well..kinda. Matt told me why he was busy today and I just… I have a few questions and you’re the one who will have the most answers.”

“Hold on,” I hear shuffling on the other line, probably him getting further from the guys so they don’t hear him talking about Noah, “Alright. What’s up?”

“I really don’t know how to ease into it, but does Noah know about Will and me?”

“I mean, pretty sure he has assumptions. No one’s been confirming or denying anything, worried it’ll upset him more,” he answers with a sigh.

“Okay. I just didn’t want it to hurt him more if the information surprised him later. Another thing. I obviously don’t exactly know why he’s regretting the party, and I’m not sure how to get this information to him, but could he know that I’m not upset?”

“You’re not?”

“I mean, I really have no right to be. We both made bad decisions in the last week. Hell, we both made bad decisions since that night in the bar, but I don’t want it hurting him. What happened between us from the beginning was a little insane, and truthfully, I don’t think there’s a right way for either of us to have dealt with it, so I want him to know that I’m not upset with the decision he made. I do think it was dumb, mainly because it seemed like it was out of self destruction, but so was mine, so it’d be pretty hypocritical.”

I hear him sigh on the other end, making me bite my lip as more stress seemed to fill me.

“Listen, I’m really sorry to be putting you in the middle of this. I would tell Matt, but I don’t exactly know Noah’s feelings about him right now. And I know, that out of any of the boys, you have his best interests in mind, so-“

”Y/N, it’s okay,” he says, cutting me off on my tangent, “I’m just thinking of the best way to bring it up. But I’ll tell him. Not only do I want to see him back to his old self, I really want you two to make up. Especially with how happy he was when he knew we’d be touring together. So don’t worry, I’ll do my job and hopefully we can finally hang out as a group again soon.”

”Thank you, Nick. I really hope him and I can clear the air soon and be able to be around each other again without any tension. I miss hanging out with you four.”

”And we miss you. Alright, I’ll go sit him down and talk to him and let you know how it goes. But I gotta get out there soon before they come looking for me.”

”Bye, Nick.” I say with a small laugh.

“Bye, Y/N” And then the line goes dead.

I let out a sigh and stare up at the ceiling, praying to whoever the hell is listening that I can fix all of this the best I can.

Noah

I walk around the corner into the kitchen, needing to get a drink, when I hear Ruffilo’s voice. I don’t hear another, so he must be on the phone. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but as I made my way to the fridge, he was in perfect distance for my snooping ears.

“We miss you...and talk to him...Bye, Y/N” I manage to pick up, with my ears instantly catching her name at the end.

Why was he talking to Y/N in secret? Miss her? Talk to who? Me? I stood there with a confused look on my face until he came back through the hall, stopping once he saw me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, seemingly not knowing what to say.

“Was that Y/N?” I ask, trying to keep any tension out of my tone.

”Uh.. yeah.” He finally said. I stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to continue. It was obvious that I had questions, so I assumed he’d try to explain, but instead looks at me like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t.

”Okay…” I start off, “And I guess I wasn’t supposed to hear that then?”

“What? Oh. Yeah, no, she uh… she called me. She told me to tell you that she isn’t mad at you,” he spits out at the end. I look at him even more confused.

“Dude, what? Mad about what? Because if she wasn’t mad about everything happening the first week of tour, she would’ve talked to me by now…right?” I ask. He sighs and walks closer, coming and leaning on the island of the kitchen with a weird look on his face.

”She kind of spilled it on me, and I was hoping I’d have a little more time to think of a less awkward way to tell you, but that was her telling me to tell you that she isn’t mad about Halloween. I’m assuming that also means she isn’t upset about the whole fight you had either.”

His words play in my head as I take them in, trying to make sense with the situation. And then they actually set in.

“Fuck! She knew about Halloween?!” I start pacing. “No fucking wonder she went radio silent with everyone and then pops out with Will two fucking days later.”

”Oh, so you do know about her and Will?” He asks. I nod, because of fucking course I knew about them. Even with her apology-cover-video, it was obvious that her and Will were a thing now.

“Apparently she heard that you weren’t taking everything well, and since she didn’t exactly think she could just call you, she wanted me to tell you that she wasn’t upset. She specifically said about Halloween, but she also mentioned wanting to work on the tension between you two, so I’m taking that as her not upset about the argument either,” he adds.

I mirror him, leaning onto the island as I process everything. So she wasn’t upset anymore? Is it just because she already moved on and figured there's no reason for bad blood anymore?

“She’s with Will now, isn’t she?” I ask, trying to understand the situation we were in.

“I mean, yeah, Calum, Finn, and Damien headed over to hang with the whole band earlier today, so I’m pretty sure,” he answered. I just nodded.

Things were finally starting to click. She was having a lot more fun with Will, so it was obvious if she wanted to try to make things work with him instead. And she still wants to be friends, which I’m willing to work with. It’s going to suck, but that’s the headspace I was in before her and I finally talked. As long as it means she’s in my life, I can work with this.

“Okay,” I finally say.

“Okay?” Ruffilo asks.

“That’s good to hear. I don’t want her mad at me. I’ve been wanting to apologize, so I’m glad it seems like she’s finally wanting to talk to me again.” He gives me a slightly confused look before relaxing and nodding.

”Yeah. I’m not sure if we’ll see her anytime before we get to our next show, but I’m glad tour will run a little smoother now that you two can work on making up.” I do my best to give him a small smile and nod, already thinking of the next time I get to talk to her again.

Y/N

After saying goodbye to everyone, the boys and I made our way to the rental van Damien borrowed from Nick, Will included. Listen, making a new friend, especially one you can only hang out with for the next day and a half, means you’re going to want to spend as much time with him as possible. So the boys are going to drop the two of us off at my hotel, since I’ve been spending way too much money on a room I feel like I’ve barely used, and I’m going to use this last day as my actual day of relaxation since my plans went to shit the second the Halloween party happened.

We all pack into the minivan, the boys still riding the high of hanging out with another large band and learning so many new things from them and Dave, and we take off.

“We really need to talk more about what’s coming next with our band,” Cal randomly threw in, “With Y/N finally accepting to do heavier vocals, I really think we could transform our sound in other ways.”

”What do you mean?” I ask. He turns around in the passenger seat to face the rest of us with that look on his face. The one that tells you that he’s been thinking about something way too much and is destined to make it happen.

”What if…I start playing guitar?” He finally says. We all stare at him for a few moments, both confused and intrigued.

“Play…guitar. And then what will I do?” Asks Finn.

“You’ll also play guitar.”

”Wait! Are you saying you’re gonna learn rhythm guitar?” Will cuts in, making Cal nod excitedly.

“I can play bass and guitar, and have been missing guitar, so why not practically combine the two?”

“But do you know how hard it is to find a bassist? Especially one that’s not already in a band?” Damien says, making Cal face him.

”Well, we obviously have time, seeing as we still have a few months left of tour and will barely have time to work on new music…but we do already know another bassist.” Cal pretty much sings the last part, like he sees himself as a genius for this plan.

”What? Who?” I ask. He gives me a smirk.

“I mean, we did just meet him, and I haven’t heard him play, but the way he was talking about it makes me feel like it’s worth a shot.”

”Who- Wait! Austin?” I ask, earning another excited nod from Cal, who was practically leaning over the center console at this point.

“I know it’s crazy, but he was so cool and the second we got to talking about music and playing bass, the ideas just started forming, so I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. And then after today and talking to Moke about it, I think it’s a really good idea. At least for us to think about and maybe talk to him about once we get an idea of what we should do with our sound.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Will and I have been throwing ideas around as a joke, but if you guys are down with it, I say let's get our ideas brewing.” I reply. Finn and Damien nod, seemingly running ideas through their own heads already, until Finn whips his head towards me.

“Speaking of, what the fuck is going on with you two?” He asks, holding two fingers out to point at Will and me. I stare at him, a little stunned, before turning to Will on the other side of me, who has a sheepish look on his face. I turn back to Finn and awkwardly shrug.

“I mean, a lot and nothing at the same time.” I say.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” Damien says with a laugh. I let out a sigh and lean against the back of the seat.

“So I know I haven’t really told you two what’s been happening, other than that Noah and I haven’t exactly been on good terms lately, but a lot has been happening. And then at his birthday party, I found out that he slept with someone else.” Damien whips his head around to look at me, shocked, before quickly turning back to the road.

”He what?!” He practically yells. I nod before continuing.

“I was upset at first, like really upset, and that led me to wanting to…make some bad decisions.” Cal looks at me with a sad look, already knowing how bad I can get sometimes.

“Hun, you know you can talk to us. I was wondering where you went when you disappeared from the party and then practically went MIA for a whole day.” Finn said, giving me an equally pitying look.

“It’s okay now. Matt was nice enough to drive me back to the hotel, and after rotting in bed for a night, I ended up just buying a fuck ton of new clothes and going out to the club. So no bad decisions yet, but I was planning on it. I don’t know if I was looking to get back at Noah that night, or if I just wanted to get my mind off everything, but either way…I ended up taking someone back to my hotel room…” I continue, trailing off at the end. Cal instantly cranes his neck around the back of his seat to stare at Will, who just gave him an awkward smile.

“I was indeed Mr. Rebound that night,” Will bashfully added. I nodded before continuing.

“We both agreed that it was a one time thing and that it wasn’t going to be awkward, which I’m really glad about, because the last two days have been really fun just hanging out as friends.”

”Okay, but what about the rumors online? There’s a pic of you two walking down town, and then another that Austin posted of you two being quite snugly together.” Finn asked.

”That’s the thing. With everything going on with Noah, the last thing we need is the fans shoving their noses into all of it. So Will and I figured to just let those rumors run while Noah and I work everything out. I’m hoping I can get that information to Noah soon, not wanting to deal with any more miscommunication, but we still haven’t talked since that night in the bar.”

”And how do you plan on dealing with that?” Damien asks in an almost condescending tone, making me sigh.

“I talked to Ruffilo today and told him to pass along that I wasn’t upset anymore and that I wanted to try working on everything between us, so I just have to wait for Noah to be up for it and willing to chat, I guess.” I answer, just as we pull up to my hotel.

“I really want to hound you for more info right now, but I guess I’ll wait until we’re stuck on a tour bus together,” Finn says with a sigh. He leans over and gives me a hug as Will gets out of the car.

“Love you. I’ll catch a ride to the house the morning of so we can head to the bus together, alright?” I say as I pull away from Finn and turn to Cal and Damien. They give me a smile, nod, and I make my way out of the car, meeting up with Will.

We both wave to the boys as they drive away, then make our way up to my hotel room. Once inside, I quickly move to my suitcase and grab clothes, heading for the shower.

“I’ve worn these clothes for way too long and my hair feels like I could fry bacon on it. Make yourself comfy,” I tell Will, earning a laugh, before shutting the door behind me.

After turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look both rejuvenated and like I’ve been run over by a truck. I pull my hair out of the hair tie I put it in earlier today and brush out all the knots before finally stepping into the shower. Almost instantly, I feel the muscles in my shoulders loosen. I’ve been holding onto so much emotion lately, and while the war isn’t over yet, I have hope of the sun shining again.

I spend a little too long in the shower, letting my thoughts ruminate on my plan and everything that has happened lately as I slowly clean off almost 3 days worth of sweat, dirt, and bad decisions. Finally leaving the relaxing water, I dry off, get dressed, and join Will. I see that he’s just playing on his phone, so I round the bed and fall face first onto it next to him. I feel a hand on my back as I bury my face into the mattress, letting out a deep sigh.

“You alright?” he asks, lazily rubbing his hand against my shoulder. I do my best to nod with my face smushed, before turning my head and trying again.

“I just wish I didn’t have to deal with all of this on top of dealing with my first big tour. I won’t be surprised if I start going grey before I even make it back home,” I mumble, the exhaustion evident in my voice.

“I know. And it sucks that you didn’t get to do much relaxing on your break, but you have tonight and tomorrow, and if you need me to get out of your hair, I will,” he said in a soft voice, “Also I don’t think you’ve mentioned where you’re from. I heard someone talk about the east coast, but that’s about it.”

”You’re fine. I’ll lock myself in the bathroom if you get annoying,” I softly chuckle, “ And I grew up in Louisiana, but the boys and I are currently staying in New York. Kinda between NYC and Staten Island.”

As I say that, his hands stops rubbing my shoulder, making me look up, catching a shocked look on his face.

“Dude, you live an hour away from me,” he finally says, making me cock my head, stunned.

“You’re joking.” I laugh out as I sit up to face him.

“Dude, we’re hanging out all the time when your tour ends. Bro…” He starts to sit up, getting excited, “I have so much shit to show you down by where I live. And you’re showing me shit, too. This is great. I was so worried about when we’d get to hang out again.”

I laugh at his excitement, feeling the same. We didn’t have many friends up where we lived. Yeah, we made friends with a few other local bands, but never had the time to actually get close to them outside of occasionally playing together, so knowing Will was about an hours drive was amazing to know. The two of us talk, making plans of different things we want to show each other when I’m back home, until we finally both get tired and eventually crash.

Y/N

The tour bus shakes as we drive over what I assume was a pot-hole, causing my pen to scratch as I try to write. I let out a small curse, not in the mood to be dealing with any more inconveniences.

Music blasted through my headphones as I wrote down more and more shitty lyrics. I gave up on journaling, just turning every thought I had into ideas for new music. I’ll eventually work all of this out with someone to make it actually make sense.

After a day of bumming out with Will, him needing to leave the night before we hit the road again, and then a simple yet awkward encounter with Noah and the boys, we were finally all back on our buses and continuing the tour. Nothing really happened when I stopped by the boy’s place to meet up with my band, Finn and Damien taking up most of my time making sure we had absolutely everything perfect before leaving. I exchanged a few greetings with the other group, finally speaking to Matt for the first time since the party, and Noah and I just gave each other a small smile before we were hauling our belongings and taking off.

The tension seemed to ease, but it wasn’t gone. It’s still a work in progress. The first few shows after we got back were a little awkward still, but we were able to be in the same room together and not have the tension between us fill the room. But it also didn’t help that I just haven’t been in the best mood since getting back into it.

I wish I could easily explain why the second I stepped onto the bus and we all got settled, my mood shifted again, but I’m doing the best I can to use it to my advantage and not have the other boys worry about me. I thought the break and last day of relaxation would help me, but I think it may have made things worse. I think after the days of chatting with Will, then finally meeting him, him turning into an intense healing experience, that leaving him was a little harder than I expected. I knew he became a feeling of safety while I was with him, but I wasn’t expecting to attach to him that badly.

I may have become addicted to his presence while I had it. The comfort it gave me. How easily he helped me work through everything I’ve been dealing with, and then easily distract me from it all right after. I truly hadn’t had someone in my life like him in…probably forever.

I’ve had this reaction to two people in my life so far. First was Finn, back when he was my only friend. I followed him around like a puppy and every time he was busy and couldn’t spend time with me, I just felt lost. Like my entire existence started orbiting his. When he introduced me to Damien and Cal, and I started feeling closer to them as well, the connection dispersed between them all, dwindling the dependance I had on Finn. So once I saw all of the boys equally, all as brothers instead of one being my favorite, I lost the intense obsession with our friendship and was able to actually enjoy the time with and away from them all.

The second was my ex. He even reciprocated the obsession. It was the most unhealthy thing I’ve ever experienced. I did everything to please him, and he’d never let me go. He got me hooked on things I can’t even think about, purely because I wanted him to appreciate me and he wanted us to connect more, even if it was through addiction.

I didn’t see the boys for months at one point, just spending every second by Chris’ side, either strung out, playing music, or fucking. It took so long for me to realize that I wasn’t actually happy living like that. And the realization only came after I found out he decided to ‘move on’ while on tour. He still gave me the same sweet talk every time I called, but was actually fucking every fan girl he had.

I finally managed to break through the obsession, with my boys’ help. I left and got clean. I ignored every message Chris sent. I didn’t want to live like that anymore. And life was going fine…until I got the news. He died while on tour. I was even more of a wreck for the months following that than I was when I was with him, but with enough support and distraction from my boys, I did it.

Over the course of about a year, I found healthy coping mechanisms, mainly music, and persevered. I got better. I used my emotions about it all for our music, yet did my best not to dwell on it all, and things worked out. Our band flourished. Even with the whole Noah situation, I knew how to handle obsessive thoughts and I thought I was learning how to be better.

Things were good. I was good. I was happy. To not rely on another person for my own comfort felt amazing. But now the feeling was back. And it was attached to a person I couldn’t stay close to. Will went back to New Jersey and I had to hit the road. I was doing my best not to seclude myself, but I didn’t want to keep ruining everyone’s mood all tour, so I’ve just been hiding in my bunk or the back of the bus, mainly using the excuse that I was working on songs so they’d leave me alone.

It wasn’t a romantic obsession. It barely felt platonic at this point. My brain just felt like it needed him now. I needed to know that he was there for me. That he was doing good, just so that I could be doing okay, too. But with all of these feelings came with me pushing him away. Between hoping that staying away from him would ease this feeling, and the weird pain in my chest that I’d get every time he was too busy to talk, I just began ignoring every message and call. I couldn’t feel the pain of being ignored or alone if I ignored him.

The boys have definitely noticed that something was off, but with everything happening, they most likely figured it was just the stress of everything happening, so they’ve been helping with what they could. Every time we got to a venue, they’d let me seclude myself on the bus until it was time for sound check. While the other guys did their soundcheck or did their set, they’d let me wander off, assuming I just needed more space. But I think they were getting a little concerned with the fact that I’ve been a little more distant with the crowd. I don’t mean to. I felt absolutely terrible, but my mind was a fucking mess between planning out how to get the whole Noah situation fixed and feeling like my safety blanket was left behind.

I just slowly became numb on stage. Finn had to start asking the crowd for the ‘Fan’s Choice’ song after I completely forgot about it one night. I faked a laugh and did my best to play it off, but I knew my boys were starting to see right through me, so they took that resposibility from me and started doing it for me.

After our sets, I’d do my best to thank the crowd with a smile and walk off, but the second I was off stage, I was instantly walking away from everything. I’d either hide in the bathroom or my bunk. A few shows, I’d just go for a walk if we were in a nice area and only come back when I knew we were packing up to head onto the next show. I heard one of the boys give the group another excuse every time, but I could tell that even they were starting to catch on, too. At first, I was getting a ‘hope you feel better’ text from Nick, Matt stopping by before we hit the road to give me a few extra waters and snacks, and even had Jolly ask if I wanted to join him while running to the store, assuming I just needed a break from everyone and everything. But when I got a few texts from Ruffilo, I knew at least he had caught on.

It hit me like a ton of bricks once I got the courage to read it. I haven’t replied yet, not knowing my answer, but I’ve been debating it. I know he’s a good person and an amazing friend, seeing how sane he keeps his friends, especially Noah, but I would feel terrible adding my problems onto his plate. But I also keep telling myself that he wouldn’t reach out unless he was completely serious.

Speaking of Noah, nothing has really happened. He’s acting differently, but still keeping his distance. Maybe because he can sense that I may need it, but it seems like he needs it, too. I have no way of knowing what’s going on inside his head, but I’ve been regretting that cover I did. Even though I told Ruffilo to let him know I didn’t have any hard feelings about us anymore, I definitely added more confusing feelings to everything we’ve been dealing with. I haven’t gotten a reaction or response or anything from him about it, but I know the boys showed him.

I want to reach out. So badly. But I can’t. I haven’t said more than a handful of words to my own bandmates lately, ao speaking to him is currently off the table.

Life has just been a mess. I can’t speak to anyone. I’m ignoring the one person who could help me, purely because I’m convinced it’s going to make it worse since I can’t handle these obsessive feelings again. Finn almost yelled at me for smoking yesterday, but once he saw the look in my eyes, he just pretended like he didn’t even see me. I know my boys want to reach out to help, but I feel like they know that it won’t go anywhere. They haven’t seen me like this yet, but they can pick up on how I’ve acted before and can see that there may be no pulling me out of this funk. I’m just going to have to do it myself.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about falling back into worse things, but I couldn’t do that to the boys. To the person they love and to the career we finally got moving forward. Or the other group. They chose us for a reason. I couldn’t have them thinking they made a mistake. I couldn’t have them getting any heat because they’re now associated with a band whose frontman was strung out on stage. And I couldn’t do that to Noah. He’s dealing with enough. I know that even if I become the worst version of myself, it’ll never push him away, it’ll only drown him.

So I’m going to stick to secluding myself, blasting music, occasionally smoking a much needed cigarette, and writing more songs. More than anything did I want to call Will and ask for help, never writing songs like this before. And I couldn’t show these to my boys just yet, not wanting them to see these emotions and having to deal with the absolute trainwreck on paper they were at the moment, so I was stuck trying to work it out myself.

I feel the tour bus pull off to a rest stop again, probably the 7th time today. Damien was complaining all night about his stomach after eating out with the guys last night, and you can’t exactly use the toilets on the buses, so he had to repeatedly ask the driver to stop when we could. It only bothered me because we were constantly going between the lulling rumble that I’ve finally gotten used to again, to the idling shake as we waited. And I desperately wanted to step off and stretch my legs, maybe buy a snack or something, but I really didn’t want to leave my bunk and be seen by the others.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the curtain of my bunk opening slightly, with Finn’s head peeking through to check on me. I took a headphone out and gave him a fake half smile. Seeing that I was awake and willing to give him my attention, he pulled the curtain back more and gave me a pitiful smile, before handing me a tea and candy bar.

”I figured you’d want something sweet since Damien always hides the good snacks,” he said, sounding a little timid.

I eyed the snacks in his hand for a moment, before reaching out and taking him. I gave him a small ‘thanks’ and he looked a little too excited to hear me speak to him.

I was waiting for him to leave just like every other time he not so subtly checked on me, but he just stood there, internally debating something.

“Can we please talk?” he finally asked. I looked at him, about to tell him that everything was fine and not to worry, but something in me wanted to finally give in.

“Only to you..” I spoke softly. He instantly nodded and looked around the bus, before beckoning me to follow him.

I paused my music and slid out of my bunk, finally stretching my legs a bit, before following him to the back of the bus. There was a curtain you could pull to close it off from the rest of the bus, so once we entered, he closed it so we could have a little privacy. Once we both sat down, he began speaking.

“Okay, I don’t want to push you, so only answer what you feel comfortable with, okay?” I nodded and he let out a deep sigh.

“My love. I am so unbelievably worried about you. We all are. Even the other guys. I know that you have these moments and that life is kind of a mess right now, but I just need something from you. I need to know that you’re still here. That you’re still you. Please.”

”I..I’m sorry..” was all I could get out. He gave me a sad look.

“Please don’t apologize for this. I just need you to know that you don’t have to deal with this alone. We’ve been here for you before, so I don’t know why we can’t help you now.”

”I’m just dealing with things I haven’t dealt with in a long time. Things I never really mentioned to anyone before. So it’s weird talking about them now.” He reached his hand out and held mine, rubbing his thumb over the back to try and soothe me.

“You know we’d never judge you. Yes, we tease you, but never about your problems. And you have new people in your life now who love you almost as much as we do, and you’re not talking to them either. Will has been blowing up my phone, asking for any updates I can give, because he’s terrified, thinking of all the reasons why you’re not talking to him.”

My head dropped at the mention of his name. Fuck, I am hurting him. He doesn’t deserve this.

“I…I can’t”

”Can’t what?” He asked.

“Talk to him…” He gave me a confused look.

”You looked so happy spending time with him. You were so upset knowing you couldn’t see him until we get back home. What could have possibly happened in that time?”

I just sat there, staring at my hands, debating if I share one of the most embarrassing things about myself. I could barely look him in the eye when I had to ask for help when dealing with Chris. It took me forever to tell him everything about Noah. Can I tell him this?

I felt droplets falling onto my hand, making me realize I was now crying. I tried to reach up and wipe my tears, but Finn beat me to it. I finally took this moment to look him in the eyes for what felt like the first time in forever, and my heart broke at the pain in them, caused by me acting like this. With a deep breath, I began to tell him everything.

I told him about how safe Will made me feel. How terrifying it was getting to be away from him. I told him about how this happened in the past. But this time, it was feeling so much harder to deal with. Pushing myself away from him before it hurt me more. I told him about the cravings. Apologized for smoking. How I wish none of this ever happened, because I couldn’t handle dealing with all the emotions. I even finally told him about the cover I sent to Noah, and how I haven’t heard a single thing from him since. Everything that has been running through my mind the past few days just spewed from my lips, each sentence hitting Finn like a truck full of pain.

He did his best to comfort me, but because most of it was problems he never had to work with before, we were both left feeling lost. So now I was silently sobbing into his chest as he held me, telling me that it was okay and that we can work this out.

After about ten minutes, my sobs dying down, I finally spoke again.

“And to top it all off, the 17th is coming up..” I said with a sniffle. The 17th was the day Chris passed. It was always hard for me, but I’ve been able to handle it the best I could in the past, but with everything happening this year, I don’t know how hard it will hit me.

”Oh, Hun..” he said, frowning, “We can get through this like we always do. It’s a completely different problem for you to deal with, so if we just seperate that from everything else, I promise we can work through this.”

I nodded and gave him another hug. I was definitely feeling better now that I finally let tears fall and let my thoughts out on more than just paper.

After collecting myself a little more, we stood and made our way towards the front of the bus. The boys looked shocked to see me. I know I probably looked like a mess, as I’ve only been putting effort into my appearance when I go on stage, but they were definitely more shocked to see me coming to them for the first time in over a week.

I walked to Damien first and gave him a big hug. He tensed in confusion for a second, but quickly relaxed and squeezed me tight. I giggled softly until he finally let me go, then did the same with Cal, who welcomed me with open arms and a proud smile. He held me close and dug his face into my shoulder, like he truly missed me. Then more arms joined us. I was now the center of a group hug and couldn’t help but laugh as they squeezed me half to death.

“I’m so glad to see you doing better,” Damien said, and I heard his voice waver slightly. I felt terrible doing this to them.

“I’m sorry for acting like this, I really should be coming to you when I need help, it’s just hard. But you’re the best family I could’ve asked for and I really need to take advantage of it,” I said as they start pulling away.

”Anything you need, we’re here for you. Always,” Cal stated.

“Now that you say that, I might have something I could use your help with,” I mumbled.

I took a deep breath. I had to do this. It was an outrageous step, but it was what I needed to do if I wanted to start working on myself. I stepped forward towards the mic and looked over the hundred of cheering faces in front of me. I took out my ear piece, wanting to feel closer to them as I began speaking.

“So, I know that there’s been some speculation lately. On how shit I’ve looked the past few shows,” I let out a little laugh, “And mainly my interaction with all of you. And I’m very sorry. I know excuses are a terrible apology, but I feel like I should explain just a little.”

The crowd died down, letting me give my speech.

“I know all of you understand what it’s like to have a bad day. Nothing goes right, you don’t want to talk to people, and you just want to lose your mind a little but. Sadly, that’s been a little too common for me lately. Life has been crazy, everything seems to be going wrong, and all I want to do is lay in bed. But you all push me to persevere.”

I pause to collect myself, knowing this will be a little rough for me.

“Now, I’m going to be very vulnerable here. When I look out and see all of you, I see a safe space, so please be nice to me,” I laugh again before taking a deep breath, “I used to deal with a lot. Life became too much and I chose not so great people to be around. With that, came falling down the pit that is…addiction…Now, I’ve been clean for coming on six years-“ The crowd cheered as I said that, causing my lip to quiver and I could feel emotion building in my throat, but I held my composure, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still have those bad days. I struggle with a plethora of mental health issues, and sometimes I want to fall back into the false safety of those old days. But I don’t. Because of the boys behind me,” I pause and hold out my arms, motioning to my bandmates, “Some amazing people that have come into my life recently,” I glance over to the side stage, catching a shocked Ruffilo and Noah, Jolly and Nick creeping in behind them to hear what I have to say, then out towards Front of House where Matt sat, before finally looking back at the crowd, “And most importantly, all of you.”

I pause to wipe a tear that fell down my cheek as the crowd cheered once more.

“So, today, I am sadly once again revoking the privilege of the ‘Fan’s Choice’ song. I know. I’d hate me, too, but the reason I’m doing this is because I’ve learned that the best way to convey a message is through music. I have so much I have to say, and I am unbelievably bad at speeches, so I’m using one of my favorite songs to speak to you all.”

I pause to wipe a tear that fell down my cheek as the crowd cheered once more.

“This is wildly out of our genre. While that has never been a problem to any of you before, I still feel as if I should still warn you. Now, without further ado, here’s a song that has helped me more than I could ever explain.”

An array of applause flows through the building as the boys got ready to play. I was thankful they were so incredibly talented that they were willing to play a song that they had just learned earlier today. I take a look back at them, and once they all gave me a thumbs up, I began.

I started using again

Left my heart in Rocky Hill

Hole burning in my head

Needed a distraction from my head

Devil on my shoulder said try this instead

So I started using again

A saw a few fans singing along, both warming and breaking my heart. To know this song meant to know struggle. But to share that with them meant so much.

I started sleeping again

Traded late nights and sheep for Vicodin

The guilt burning in my chest set it

I started sleeping again

I took the mic off the stand, getting ready for the next part, wanting to finally feel emotion in the music I perform again.

I stopped wishing I was dead

Learned to love myself

Before anyone else

Become more than just a burden

I know I’m more than worthy of your time

I drop the mic to my side as Damien went crazy on the drums and Finn played a riff that he managed to execute perfectly, before singing again.

I started smoking again

Guess I missed coughing my lungs up

Every morning

Needing anything to keep me breathing

To prevent my blood from bleeding

I started smoking again

They all stopped playing, besides Finn picking the soft tune on his guitar.

I started loving again

Thought when I lost that will to live

I could never feel again

I’ll give it one more shot

And let someone in

I started loving again

Cam started playing again, getting louder by the second.

I started loving again

I took a deep breath, putting the mic back on the stand, but then grabbed the stand to stabilize myself.

I stopped wishing I was dead

Learned to love myself

Before anyone else

Become more than just a burden

I know I’m more than worthy of your time

I’m more than worthy of your time

I stepped away as the music died out. It took a few seconds, but soon the cheers came rumbling through the building, causing a smile to form on my face. I hated being vulnerable, but it was time. I’ll never fully heal that part of me, but being able to do this in front of so many supportive fans was a huge step for me.

After giving the crowd a long and appreciative goodbye and doing my best to hype them up for Bad Omens, even after the emotional show we had, the boys and I made our way off stage. I desperately wanted to run back to the bus and hide like I had been doing all week, but I pushed those thoughts away and walked towards backstage. This would be the first time I was going to really talk to the other band since the halloween party, other times just giving passing words, barely giving them a glance.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the room and all of their eyes shot up to see me. I wanted to cower away, hide from the confrontation. It was bad enough that I just said all of that to thousands of fans, now I had to deal with these four, and it was going to be so much harder.

None of us seemed to know how to react. I noticed that all of them had slightly puffy, red eyes, Noah’s being visibly redder than the rest, but I didn’t want to think about that too much to keep my own at bay.

“So uh… I guess this is where I apologize for how I’ve been acting...” I awkwardly trail out, shifting between my feet as they all just stared at me.

“What? No! You don’t have to apologize!” Ruffilo rushed out as he stood to walk towards me, “I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ve been so worried about you. And oh my god, did that take some balls out there.”

A smile creeped onto my lips as he talked. It did feel really good to take that step and get some of this off my chest. The rest of the guys stood and walked towards me, Noah trailing behind, keeping his distance.

“Y/N, you are one strong motherfucker. Never apologize for that. We all understand that life gets bad sometimes and you just need a break, but I want you to know that we would never judge you for that.” Nick said.

I couldn’t stop the tears before they came pouring down my face, despite not wanting to spill any more. All I could do was raise my arms, and they came in to give me a hug. I did my best to keep my tears from getting on Ruffilo’s shirt, but I feel like the fans would understand if they did see a wet spot.

I opened my eyes during the hug and saw a pair of skinny long legs standing awkwardly behind the others. With a small laugh mixed with a choked sob, I beckoned with the hand closest to him.

“Noah, get your ass in here.” His breath audibly hitched as I said his name, but he slowly made his way in and joined us. Then the three boys behind me did as well. And now I was trapped between seven men with no way out, slowly losing oxygen.

“Okay. Okay. I need to breathe.” I finally exclaimed after a few moments, making a few of them laugh.

They all pulled away and a few of them even wiped their eyes as they did.

“I love you all. I really do. I know I haven’t put much effort in getting close to some of you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you all mean so much to me,” I spoke, looking at all of them, “But that being said, wipe your tears and get out there.”

They chuckled and went back to getting ready to head on stage. Noah lingered a little longer than the rest, like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and joined the rest of them.

“You gonna stay and watch our set this time?” Jolly called out as he walked towards side stage. I give him a small smile.

”I have to call someone first, but I’ll be there.”

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 2 days ago

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What remains of us, pt. 7

Summary: On the night of a certain class' ten year reunion, some familiar faces return to school, driving a wedge between Wally and Y/N.

Warnings: death, angst, mentions of mental health issues, fluff, mentions of a SCHOOL SHOOTING, swearing

Word count: 2.0k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

It's easy to lose track of time when you're having fun. The concept of being stuck in between worlds was daunting at first, but Y/N almost fears leaving it now. The spirit world became her home, filled with certainties she spend months accepting and creating, but now they're a part of her; he is a part of her.

Wally Clark felt like both a blessing and a curse, for she never expected meeting her soulmate would mean she would have to die. Falling in love with anyone else feels impossible now that she knows what love is. It's the way Wally's eyes melt into hers, the way his lips curve just before a breathtaking smile shines through, the way he smells of rain and leather. She finds it in the gentle tone of his warm voice whenever he sees her anxiety creeping up on her, in the sweetness of his guitar melody he claims is inspired by her laugh, in his passionate kisses and tasty pancakes. Loving Wally is as easy as breathing, being loved by him is a work of art.

It's no wonder, before either of them knew it, a year had passed. And then another. And another. On the fourth year, Yuri passed on and reality hit them full force.

"Should we -" Wally pauses, averting his gaze to the ground.

"We should," she sighs. "That doesn't mean we have to."

Locking eyes with Wally, she sees the note of surprise and perhaps a flicker of horror in the earthly brown hues.

"I mean, we have a good thing going here," her voice is shaky, "Right?"

Scratching the back of his head, he nods faintly. "We do. A really good thing!"

"So, why risk it? Huh? Going into our scars, traumatizing ourselves for who knows how long before we can finally move on is insane when we don't know where the hell we would be moving on to!"

"Maybe hell isn't the best choice of words right now," Wally chuckles. He can see she is stressed about it, about losing them and so is he, but there's no doubt in his heart...Y/N is his soulmate and wherever she goes he will follow - heaven or hell, he will be there. There isn't a force in the universe that can keep him from her.

"I'm serious, Wally." Hand on her chest, her eyebrows furrow. "I don't think I'm ready to go through that yet."

Reaching for her hand, he contains a wince as she pulls away. He can't remember the last time she refused his touch.

"I will never push you to do something you don't want to, but I have to ask you to at least consider it."

Licking her lips, she nods meekly. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I will consider it," she promises.

The answer satisfied Wally for a few more years. At least on the surface, he didn’t show it bothered him at all. In his heart though…he was tired. Wally’s mother stopped coming to the games the same year Y/N arrived. He knew she was gone, just like his father. No one who once loved him is alive today, only some still remember him. Even Maddie…he’s certain she let him go. She returned to the school only once after graduating – to leave him her old MP3 player filled with songs that remind her of him…of them. He’s kept it close all these years, a secret he couldn’t bare before Y/N.

Truth is, he misses Maddie. She was his first love. Y/N will be his last and he would never change that.

Except, his past had come back to haunt him.

“Ten years,” Xavier sighs. “Feels like only yesterday yet a thousand years apart in some ways.”

“Do you recognize any of these people?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, a compassionate tone coloring her voice. She became rather good friends with Xavier over the years. Not that he’d agree. What she called socializing, he deemed as pestering. He enjoyed his hidden corner in the library, but Y/N could tell his eyes would light up whenever she came around to ‘bother’ him.

“Yeah. Some. They don’t quite seem the same.”

“In what way?”

Swallowing thickly, he gives her a pointed look. “It’s been 10 years for them – they’ve aged. Life left marks, good for some, bad for others.”

“Right,” she frowns. “The world keeps spinning for them, while ours is standing still.”

“And while we are frozen in time, unable to face our reality and move forward, they get to experience everything that was stolen from us.”

“You resent them for it?”

Shaking his head lightly, his blue eyes focus on her little frown. “I resent myself for being too much of a coward to let this world go, far more than I could resent them for leaving me behind.”

Licking her lips, she wraps her arms around him gently. “I don’t see it as an act of cowardice. It’s about healing…That is bound to take a lot of time.” Pulling away, she smiles softly. “To face your scar and everything that’s gotten you here, you have to heal first. Otherwise it’s just torture without a chance of finding a way out.”

“You’ve never even went to yours,” Xavier points out. “What exactly does Wally tell you about it?”

“What he’s heard from others who were trying before succeeding and leaving this world for good.”

Raising a brow, Xavier takes her hand and pulls her closer. “What does he say of his own experience?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she tears her hand out from him, This is why she never talks about Wally with him. It feel as if he has it out for him and she can’t understand why. “He’s never been to his scar either.”

“That’s –“ A heavy sigh passes his lips. “I promise I’m not trying to start shit, okay? But Wally…” Xavier’s frown deepens as his eyes focus on something in the distance. She follows his line of sight as Xavier continues. “He’s been to his scar. He’s conquered it. Wally chose to stay.”

Feeling the knot in the back of her throat growing, making it harder to swallow, Y/N’s eyes finally find what Xavier focused on – Wally…and he’s not alone.

A girl with long blonde hair is right next to him, her eyes trained on his, her smile almost as wide as Wally’s. She looks…gorgeous, like a model would. She was pretty in her yearbook photo, but now? Y/N couldn’t come close to that.

“That’s Maddie.” Xavier speaks quietly in her ear, as if she didn’t know.

She isn’t talking to herself like others may believe – she’s talking to Wally.

Her Wally.

“She almost chose to stay here for him.”

The same Wally who could have moved on before, but chose not to. The one who told her lies for the past six years – and as it seems, the worst one was this – he isn’t over Maddie.

“You said you weren’t trying to start shit,” Y/N reminds him, anger laced in her voice

“I’m not,” Xavier insists. “I like to consider you a friend, Y/N. And I don’t lie to my friends.”

“You let me believe his lies for the past six years,” she turns to him, her eyes filled with rage. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you let me fall in love with him?”

“I tried telling you then, but you never seemed to waver in your affections. What was I supposed to do?”

Closing her eyes for a moment as she inhales deeply, she presses her lips in a thin line. “You’re right. I never gave you a chance or asked about it…Wally was never the topic of our conversations.”

“Look…I hate to admit it, but he’s obviously in love with you. Just…maybe talk it out and figure it out together?”

Scoffing, she glances at Wally walking away somewhere more private with Maddie by his side. “I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you? I mean, he had all the time in the world to tell me the truth and build solid foundations for this relationship. If he wanted to, he could have shared it all with me, but he chose secrecy and lies…again. I can’t pry it out of him by force and if he has lingering feelings for Maddie, to the point he’s been MIA this entire evening…then I’m not sure this can be fixed.”

“You’re jealous,” Xavier teases. “It’s not like he’s cheating.”

“It’s worse,” she claims. “He had me thinking he loves me. I’ve been tricked into baring my heart and soul while he kept parts of his only for her. It’s kind of hard not to feel cheated and betrayed by him when you come to that realization.”

Turning to leave, she feels Xavier’s hand wrap around her wrist. “Where are you going?”

“To face my fears.” Looking back at him, she manages a smile. “If this is the last time we see each other…Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Friendship…Honesty. All of it. I hope we meet again sometime.”

“Once I’m healed?”

Her smile widens. “You’re not broken, Xavier. Perhaps a little bent, but when you’re ready to move on, I don’t think your scar can stop you. In a year…or more…when you make it to the other side, make sure to find me. I’d like to ‘bother’ you some more.”

Clenching his jaw to stop it from quivering, he nods. “Will do.”

He releases her wrist, watching her walk away into a dark hallway. As she disappears from sight, Xavier lets his eyes water. She was his only real friend here…He’ll be alone again. This time, forever.

“Hey.”

Looking to his side, he finds someone from his old life.

“Simon,” he acknowledges. “Surprised you came here after everything.”

“My therapist says I need to face my past fears.”

Chuckling, he nods. “Yeah, that seems to be the running theme here.”

“I hoped you’d be gone by now,” Simon confesses.

“Almost everyone else is,” Xavier shrugs.

“Who remained?”

“Wally, myself, the band. There’s a janitor, but he’s looping still. And…”

“And?”

“Y/N. She was a doctor…killed in the school shooting.”

“Oh…I didn’t even consider she’d be stuck here too. The story about her death was huge.”

“What did they say?”

“A rookie cop shot her dead. He was frightened hearing someone coming closer, he just took the shot without even checking who he aimed at.”

Xavier’s eyes widen.

“The kid who actually shot up the school didn’t hurt anyone…The rookie ended up shooting him at the station. He tried to set the kid up. Claimed he got out of his restrains and attacked him. It took like five years for it all to come to light. They made a documentary last year when they passed anti-gun laws…named after her.”

“She doesn’t know,” he mutters.

“Know what?”

“She just decided to go into her scar for the first time…she doesn’t know who killed her!”

“So?”

“Remember how easy it is to get trapped in your scar even when you know the circumstances of your death? Now imagine walking into it unprepared!”

Rolling his eyes, Simon sighs. “Okay. Let’s go stop her.”

“No. I’m going to stop her and you need to get Wally there immediately! If there’s anyone who can pull her back out, it’s him.”

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