#i promise I'm working on the fic i didn't forget about it sob sob

[mount-ever3tt]

This is based on this

Saw it and it fit perfectly with Mallory hehe

Alt version and close ups under the cut :)

TW FOR GLITCHY EFFECTS!!

Honestly that only came into existence bc I had a vision, it failed and then i started playing around with different effects and BOOM, THAT (i do love it tho)

Close ups of each side:

^ might be my fav yet-

My idea for this lovely little grubber was that i wanted a Sarckite oc that could split themselves into more people and have control over each other 'self' they make. And who looks cool as shit. And so comes forth Mallory "Lavina" Patel, a biker with an attitude and a love for the fleshcraft, who can get away with so many things

I love them with everything, they can do no wrong <3

[vanesycho]

I've read all of your nct fics and i looooove your works 🤍 especially the jealous jisung one. You're so talented 🤍🤍

Will it be okay if i request a mark fic, where he's so busy working and his gf point it out because she's feeling lonely in this relationship lately? Angst and smut??

thank you so so much for your nice comment and request you are so sweet ilyy😔🤍🤍🤍

Warning:Smut, a little angst(happy ending), p in v

wc:1,5k

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"Heyy baby? I was worried about you, you didn't call me all day." You didn’t want to bother Mark in the middle of his work, but he had said he would definitely call you today and it was already late. All you wanted was to at least hear his voice before going to bed because you couldn't even do that these days. "Oh my love...I'm so so sorry, it completely slipped my mind, can you forgive-" You heard another member call Mark from behind, after they talked something he turned his attention back to you on the phone. "I have to go now, I'll call you tomorrow okay? Love you."

"Love you to-" You stared blankly at your phone as the sound of 'beep' hit you in the face like a painful reality. You laid down on your bed, breathing heavily as you realized that the side of your bed would be empty tonight too. You turned onto your side and hugged the pillow Mark used, trying to fall asleep.

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As the time approached noon, you looked at your phone again, your notification sound was on but you still checked in case you hadn't heard it, but the result was the same. No texts, no calls, nothing from Mark. You went to the living room and sat down and tried to distract yourself by watching a movie. Considering that you were lost in thought and thought about Mark every now and then, it didn't seem to work.

When you heard the door opening, you didn't even pay attention, your eyes were still on the movie. "Baby?" Mark's call echoed throughout the house, and when he didn't get an answer, he involuntarily frowned. As he was about to pass by the hall, he noticed a figure in the corner of his eye and stopped in his place. When he looked inside, he saw you sitting on the couch and entered with a smile.

"So you were here. I thought you were still asleep." He spoke, raising his arms up for a hug, but you only hummed in return. It didn't take long for him to realize something was wrong, he sat down next to you and held your hands."I know my work took longer than i thought and I couldn't even get home properly. But it's over and now we can be together as much as you want, hm? Please don't be so quiet Y/n, it makes me even sadder." you took your hands off of him and he looked at his free hands, saw you tilt your head and grabbed your chin, making you look at him. When he noticed your eyes fill with tears he pulled you by your shoulders and hugged you to his chest. "No no no, please don't, I'm so sorry baby."

His hug made you cry harder, you hadn't felt his warmth for a long time. The feeling you missed made your feelings grow even more. You wrapped your arms around his waist, Mark's one hand was caressing your back with slow movements while the other was caressing your hair, not forgetting to kiss your head in between. "I'm such an idiot, I can't believe I upset you this much, I'm so sorry, please forgive me." You pulled back, lifted your head, and met his eyes. He wiped the tears on your cheeks and placed a small smile on his lips, kissing the flowing tears and stopping them one by one. You tried to speak between your sobs, your voice coming out hoarse than it was.

"It's just...I expected at least a text from you, I waited all day for you when you said you'd call me. I knew you were busy, but when you made such promises and got no results, I was worried and upset." He bit his lip nervously, knowing that you were absolutely right.You looked back at him as he tilted his head slightly to catch your gaze. "You're right, baby, all the way. I promise this won't happen again, I promise that even if I can't talk to you I will send you messages so that after a while you will get tired of me." You chuckled at his words “I’ll never get tired of you.”

He reached out to your lips, gave you a small kiss and whispered "Good, because right now I'm going to give you all the attention you want and make sure you get it every single one." He didn't even give you time to ask what he was talking about, he closed his lips on yours again, wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up, walked towards your room.

He laid you gently on the bed and glanced at your beautiful face for a moment, slipping his hand under your shirt without breaking eye contact. The feeling of his fingers on your skin made your heart race, you hadn't felt this in a long time, when the feeling you missed came back you couldn't wait for more. "Mark please...I need more now." He started sucking your neck, you felt like your body was on fire, like everywhere he kissed and touched was on fire. He sucked on your earlobe, giggling when he realized you were holding your breath and his breath hit your neck and ear. A tiny whimper escaped your mouth as his breath hitched. "Cute. Now tell me what you want. How does my baby want to get her attention?"

He sucked your neck for a while and left a small bite "Should I please you with my mouth?"

He put his hand inside your shorts and reached your pussy, licking his lips when he realized that you were already wet "Should I fuck you with my fingers?"

When he pulled his hand back, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He spread your legs and pressed his swollen cock against you through your clothes. Just feeling how big it was was going to drive you crazy, he smiled at your reaction "Should I fuck you with my dick?" You averted your eyes, you couldn't take it anymore, the clothes you were wearing felt like excess. You wanted to feel him fully now. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes, pressing himself against you again. “Mark-” Grinned at your reaction.

"Or should I do it all and make you enjoy it all, hm? Can you cum three times for me? Will that make you forgive me?" You thrust your hips into him eagerly, seeing how desperate you were for his touch made him harden even more. "Please, just do it.. I can't wait any longer." He took off your excess clothes and threw them in a corner. You watched as he took off his own clothes, revealing his slightly built body but his swollen cock underneath distracted you.

Without keeping you both waiting, he held his dick at the entrance of your pussy, watched as he gently inserted the tip inside, looked at how nicely you took it in. Seeing this made his dick grow a little more inside you. "Fuck, I missed this." He made you lift your legs and slowly inserted his remaining cock until he felt it completely inside you. As your warm and tight walls wrapped around his cock, he soon began to move.

The juices flowing from your wet pussy were wrapping around Mark's cock, and he started to move his hips at a certain speed. He made sure you take it all in, from start to finish, groaning as every sound that hit your pussy echoed in the room along with your moans. "Ah you feel so warm..So tight." His compliments about how good it felt were endless, praising your beauty, how well your pussy clenched around his cock, the beautiful sound of your moans, every part of you.

"Mark...Fuck, don't stop...I'm so close." His strokes increased and got faster, he felt like he was going to lose his mind as your voice became more and more tearful with each stroke, he started to whimper as he was close to coming, "Yes yes yes fuck, come with me baby." He buried his head in your neck, letting out a tearful moan as he pulled his cock out and came between your legs, some of your juices running down Mark's cock as his quiet moans reached your ears.

You looked up at him with tired eyes, he smiled and kissed you all over your face. Laid down next to you and let you rest your head on his chest."Is there anything you want to do tomorrow?" You closed your eyes as you felt him caress your hair, your voice sounded tired. "I don't know, it doesn't matter as long as you're with me." He grinned to himself 'like' a fool in love at what you said. After a while, when he realized that you were sleeping, he put a blanket on you so that you wouldn't get cold and whispered in your ear, "You are the most beautiful thing life has brought me, good night my angel."

[albertasunrise]

Work Wife - Four

Masterlist

Summary: Working as a Secretary at Miller & Sons Construction, you fall hopelessly in love with the eldest son Joel. What you don’t realise is that Joel’s completely in love with you too. What will it take for the two of you to realise whats’s right in front of you?

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+ (So, managed to get this finished before my trip this weekend! I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to share and comment 🥹♥️ I love hearing what you all think 😘)

Series Masterlist - One Two Three

Joel sat beside his daughter's cot silently sobbing to himself, allowing the guilt he felt for how he'd shouted at you to eat him alive. He hadn't meant any of it. Not a single word. Now, the image of your face after he'd said those cruel words haunted him.

It had been three days since your argument. Sarah was a little improved yet the doctors were still concerned. Her tiny body was doing its best to fight but was just so weak. The nurses were kind to him. Ensuring he ate and sent him home when he needed sleep, always promising to call him if anything changed. But the person he was most desperate to see was still nowhere to be seen. Not that he had told you what hospital Sarah was at or even hinted at wanting you to come. He'd made it pretty clear the other day that he didn't.

...

"Why the long face Pip, sweetie?" Asked Mrs Miller as she placed a steaming mug of tea beside you.

You had been quiet for a few days and she was worried. After racing back to be with Joel, she and her husband were taking turns to keep an eye on things at the office and stay at home with Tommy.

"I'm fine Mrs Miller." You replied, trying to make yourself sound believable.

"Pip darling if-"

"How's Sarah?" You asked, desperate to change the subject and learn about how the little baby you'd come to love so dearly was doing.

"Have you not been to see her?" She asked, her dark brows drawing together.

"Oh, no..." You trailed off, looking down at the mug now in your hands "Joel doesn't want me there."

"What are you talking about." The older woman pressed "Of course he would want you there."

"He told me differently." You mumbled, trying to fight back the tears that started stinging your eyes as you remembered what he had said to you.

"Pip, what's going on with you and Joel?"

"Nothing's going on."

"I wasn't born yesterday dear." Mrs Miller chuffed "He's a mess... and not just because Sarah's sick." She continued and you looked at her with a mirroring look of concern "You have been looking miserable for days. You haven't been to the hospital so clearly something happened between you."

You looked back at the mug in your hands for a moment, pondering over how much you should tell her. She had been so good to you since your own mother had passed away.

"We had a fight." You confessed, "I have been seeing someone for a few weeks and the morning Sarah got sick Joel called me, the guy answered and hung up on him."

"Oh." The older woman replied as she perched on the edge of your desk.

"I went round the following morning and Joel arrived shortly after me." You continued, pausing to take a sip of your tea "He told me what happened but... well he got angry with me for not answering the phone when he needed me... I did promise that I would be there for him day or night and I wasn't... I let him down."

"You did nothing of the sort." Mrs Miller asserted "Joel's a good boy. He's a great father to Sarah and he's done a fine job running this company but he's also still a boy.

"We forced him to grow up so quickly."

"You're both amazing parents to Joel and Tommy." You defended and Joel's mother chuckled.

"Thank you dear but no parent is perfect." She replied, taking a long pull of her own mug of tea "I know he'll never forgive me for telling you this but... Joel's been smitten with you since the day you started here."

"Sure." You snorted, surprising yourself with the sound.

"It's true!" You rolled your eyes at the older woman's statement but she pushed on "The boy is just hopeless at expressing how he feels. Always has been but he takes after his father in that respect." She chuckled and you smiled at her reaction "Go see him. I know he would like to see you."

"I don't know-"

"Okay, go see Sarah then." She said softly as she placed her hand on yours and gave you a sweet smile "I'll go with you. Just in case he decides to act like a typical man." She finished with a wink.

You smiled and nodded as you said "Okay. We can go after work."

...

"You have some visitors." A nurse said softly a few hours later, pulling Joel from his pit of self-loathing.

"Who is it?" He asked as he scraped a hand over his tired face.

"Your mother and someone else." She replied and he nodded, his heart speeding up as he looked towards the door, waiting for his mum and this other person to emerge. Praying it's you.

His heart skipped a beat when his prayers were answered.

She appeared first, followed by you poking your head in first then locking eyes with him. In a moment fueled purely by instinct, he was out of his chair and scaling the room in a few long strides. Pulling you into a tight hug, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and sobbed.

"I'm sorry." He choked and you held him back, burying your fingers into his thick curls and scratching his head affectionately "I didn't mean it... None of it."

"I know." You cooed as you squeezed him tighter, eyes shifting to Joel's mother as she smiled at the two of you "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Joel said as he shook his head "You've done so much for us... I was being a jealous asshole and-"

He stopped dead upon realising what he'd just confessed. Your eyes widened as the two of you just stared at each other.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Piped up Mrs Miller and you both looked at her a moment, the woman grinning like a cat that got the cream.

When the door clicked shut, the two of you were left alone again, just the beeps and clicks of the machinery in the room filled the tense atmosphere.

"Jealous?" You asked and Joel nodded as he let out a shaky breath "Why were you jealous, Joel?"

"Because I'm in love with you too." He said plainly, no longer wanting to hide how he felt from you.

"Oh."

His stomach dropped. That wasn't the reaction he had been expecting when he decided he'd confess how he felt about you. You looked uncomfortable and the colour drained from Joel's face as he removed himself from your embrace and took a few steps back.

"Oh." He repeated as he chuckled humourlessly.

"Joel-"

"No, it's fine." He said, waving you off "I left it too long and you've moved on. I understand."

"No... Joel its not that... it's just..." You trailed off, unsure how to say what you needed to say without hurting him "I do still love you." You confirmed, stomach tightening at the look of hope that then lit up Joel's features "But it's clear that we aren't good for each other."

That hope vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Pip-"

"We just keep hurting each other Joel. Not on purpose but, it keeps happening all the same."

"But we love each other." He sobbed and you gave him a sad smile.

"Sometimes love's not enough." You choked and he nodded sadly at you "I don't want to lose you, Joel. You're so important to me and I want us to remain friends but I think it's for the best if we both just move on."

"Okay." He managed to choke out, not hiding how devastated he was by this turn of events.

Your eyes drifted to the cot behind him, noting the wires that smothered Sarah's tiny form. You let out a choked sob at the sight of her, looking at Joel and nodding your thanks when he motioned for you to go to her. She was sleeping soundly but her breathing was so strained. There was a tube in her mouth, obviously providing her with sustenance whilst a tiny nasal cannula rested beneath her nose, supplying her with oxygen to help her breathe.

"Oh, baby girl." You cooed, as you stroked her plump little cheek with your thumb "You need to get better... You're scaring us all, but especially your daddy." You said softly as you smiled sweetly at the sleeping baby "You get better and I promise I'll buy you the biggest stuffed bear I can find."

"Do I get a say in that?" Joel pipped up and you looked at him and shook your head.

"No... this between me and Sarah." The smile that spread across Joel's face was magical.

"Fine." He chuckled before sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder, just like he had the first time you met Sarah "But can I at least pick the colour?"

"I'll think about it."

...

Three weeks later...

Monday

"Is that funny little madam?" You chuckled as you fought to change Sarah's nappy "Are you kicking me in the boobies?"

Sarah screeched with delight and gave you a huge gummy smile, bringing a delighted chuckle from you.

"You're lucky you're cute!" You said to her as you finished fastening the nappy and dressed her again.

"She beatin' you up again?" Asked Joel as he walked into the lounge with two mugs in hand.

"She's a little bruiser." You chuckled, accepting the coffee Joel handed you with a smile and a mouthed thank you.

"She's getting stronger every day." Joel beamed and you grinned at him.

It had taken another week and a half before Sarah recovered enough to be let out of the hospital. Since then you had been staying a few nights a week to help Joel out. He had assured you that you didn't have to but you had confessed that you still felt guilty about the phone call incident and despite him telling you over and over that you hadn't done anything wrong, you wouldn't budge.

Ant had been surprisingly understanding. The two of you had practically been in each other's beds every night, unable to get enough of each other. It scared you a little how intense things had gotten between you. You had both agreed it was just casual and that neither of you was looking for a relationship, yet, before this arrangement with Joel you were going out for meals together and practically playing house.

The nights you weren't staying at Joel's you were at his. Your apartment had been lying dormant for a few weeks now. You popped in once or twice to water the plants and to get a change of clothes but you were practically living out of your suitcase.

"Have you and Ant got plans for the weekend?" Joel asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"We're not a couple, Joel." You chuckled and Joel snorted.

"Could have fooled me."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"So you're not spending every free moment you're not here with him?" Joel asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Yes but-"

"Whether the two of you want to admit it, you're together, Pip." Joel said as he placed his coffee down on the side table and accepted Sarah when you handed her to him.

"To answer your question, no we don't have plans." You said, hoping to kill the conversation of your relationship with Ant dead.

Things with you and Joel had been better in recent weeks and the subject of feelings had been avoided like the plague. You did feel like laying everything out had made things easier. Now you both knew how the other felt, it was easier to navigate what was spoken about around each other. Both of you desperately trying to avoid hurting one another.

"Well, if you're free I thought maybe we could go to the Aquarium. Gloria said it would be a great sensory experience for Sarah." Joel's eyes were the size of saucers as he waited for your reply.

"Isn't that something you do with family?" You ask, feeling like you might be encroaching on territory you weren't welcome in.

"You're as much family as my parents." Joel argued, "You've been the

closest thing Sarah's had to a mum since she was born."

"Joel-"

"If you don't want to come just say." He pleaded and you could hear the hurt in his voice at what he believed was you rejecting him.

"I would love to join you."

Joel's shoulders relaxed and he smiled brightly at you.

"Great. Pick you up at 10?" He asked as he stood to place a now sleeping Sarah in her bassinet.

"Sounds perfect!"

What neither of you knew was that the events that were about to unfold in the remainder of the week that followed would change everything.

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Tuesday

Joel walked into the office to find your usual seat empty. His brow furrowed as he walked towards your desk, noting that the computer was still powered down and everything was neatly put away. No sign that you had been there at all.

When he poked his head into the break room and saw that you weren't there either his concern grew. It wasn't like you to not turn up to work.

"Hey, Simon." Joel shouted, grabbing the man's attention "Seen Pip today?"

"She called in sick." He replied and Joel's concern grew even more.

You had been fine yesterday when he had seen you last. What had changed between then and now?

He tried to call you that evening but got your answering machine. His worry was then starting to grow into full-blown panic but, he decided to wait and see if you were in the office tomorrow before he turned up at your door.

...

Wednesday

When Joel arrived in the office, again you weren't there. Simon confirmed again that you had called in sick and Joel was then beside himself. He decided that he needed to go by your house and check on you.

So after asking his mother if she could watch Sarah for a few hours that evening, he went to the store and bought you all your favourite things. Hoping that they would cheer you up. Pulling up outside your house, he scaled your yard and sprinted up you porch steps. After a few hard knocks on your door, you answered, looking more than a little worse for wear.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, wrapping your gown around you a little tighter.

"I was worried about you." He answered, readjusting the tote of supplies on his shoulder "Brought you some stuff. Soup, your favourite candy-"

"I don't want to get you sick, Joel." You sighed "Thank you for checking in but just go home."

"Pip-"

"Please." You pleaded and he nodded.

"Okay." He took a step back and placed the tote in front of your door "I'll leave these here."

"Thank you."

He nodded and turned, walking down the steps of your porch and towards his truck, looking over his shoulder to see you grab the bag and close the door.

Something hadn't been right. You had looked like you'd been crying. Had Ant broken things off with you? He just hoped that you were feeling up to speaking to him about it when the weekend came around.

...

Thursday

When Joel walked in and saw that for a third day in a row, you had called in sick again he knew something else was going on. It wasn't like you to be sick for this long and not call him to come over.

You were super clingy when you were ill and he was always happy to oblige you. He loved to take care of you just as much as you loved to take care of him. He was going to check on you again that evening and this time he wasn't going to let you turn him away.

.

You knew you couldn't go on avoiding Joel. When you had called that morning and Caleb answered, he told you that Joel was going out of his mind with worry.

You weren't surprised. This was abnormal behaviour for you and Joel had always been a worrier. You just didn't know how to tell him what the problem really was.

"You feeling okay?" Asked Ant as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

"Mhmm." You replied, staring at the TV but not taking in what was playing.

"It's gonna be okay you know." Ant piped up and this dragged your attention to him "I know this situation isn't exactly ideal but- "

Ant was interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door.

"Pip. It's me... Please, answer the door... talk to me." Joel said from the other side of the door and you sighed.

"You can't avoid him forever you know."

"Yeah, I know." You sighed, getting up from the couch to answer the door.

Joel was frantic on the other side, his hair a mess from where he had clearly been running his hands through it. He seemed to relax a little upon seeing you but his hackles seemed to rise when he saw Ant behind you.

"Hi, Joel." You piped up, pulling his gaze back to you "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you." He sighed "I want to check in on my friend who hasn't been at work for three days."

"Joel-"

"I know when someone's avoiding me." He growled out and you felt a pang of guilt pull at you "I have been going out of my mind worrying about you and I have turned up twice to check in... only for you to ask me what I want."

"Joel... I'm just sick." You said, trying your best to sound believable.

"Can I please just come in?" He pleaded and you let out a long sigh before moving aside so he could enter.

He and Ant gave each other a nod in greeting and then the latter put his arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

"I'll give you two some space. Grab you some supplies."

"Thank you." You mumbled and he smiled at you sweetly before returning his attention to Joel.

"See you later man." He said, putting his hand out for Joel to shake, giving the man a quick nod when Joel accepted it.

Once Ant had left, you walked to your couch, curling up into the blanket you had departed to answer the door. Joel followed you, sitting in the armchair that sat proudly in your bay window, the two of you sitting in tense silence for what felt like an age.

"What's going on Pip?" He asked breaking the silence, his voice soft and sympathetic.

"Nothing."

This reply earned you an eye roll and you watched as he scraped one large hand over his face before he looked back at you.

"What did I do Pip?" He asked and your heart broke at the crack in his voice "Monday we were making plans to take Sarah to the aquarium and then suddenly you're sick and avoiding me and I just don't get what I did-"

"I'm pregnant!" You blurted out. Unable to cope with Joel blaming himself for your behaviour.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." You repeated "I woke up on Tuesday and felt awful. Couldn't keep anything down and all these smells that never bothered me before just made me hurl. I thought perhaps I was coming down with something but then the next day I still felt awful.

"So I went to the pharmacy and the pharmacist recommended I take a test. Was positive."

"Is it...?"

"Ant's?" You finished for him and he nodded "Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Well he was a little freaked at first but it takes two people to make a baby... As you well know." You chuckled but there was no humour in it.

"Is he happy?"

"He asked me to marry him." You announced and all the colour drained from Joel's face.

His eyes widened as he took in what it was that you had just told him. You were pregnant? Were you happy you were having a baby? You didn't seem to be particularly excited about it. Did you want to marry Ant? You had maintained that you had he were just casual. Joel felt sick as all these thoughts raced through his mind.

"And what did you say?" He asked although he didn't really want to know the answer.

"I said yes."

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[kinardsevan]

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tagged by my beloved @typicalopposite. honestly, I've been writing fic for SO fucking long at this point (literally starting in notebooks when I was like 12 and didn't know that's what it was) that I don't even HAVE those stories anymore? But I will give you something old. We'll go back a decade: November 2014.

I referenced this series previously, but my friend died in 2013, and I wrote a 3-part series basically as a diary of how I was dealing. This was from part 2, Never Forget You (PLL, Ezria/Spardy):

“You know what’s on my mind ever since that day?” He asks rhetorically. After a minute, he looks back up at Aria. “No one ever knows.” Aria nods. “We never wake up with plans to die,” he continues. “And I go to work every day wondering if something’s going to happen to me. I mean I stand at the damn train station and just stare at trains when they’re coming in...and all I can think about is how we literally have no clue. I hate it so much. We should get to know. We should know when someone is a grenade.” Aria frowns at him. Hardy catches her expression and exhales heavily. “I didn’t mean-- Ezra wasn’t-...Death is a grenade. Especially when it’s someone young. And it’s like people just...go off and then everything is fucked up,” Hardy says.

and now, something from this summer. honestly, y'all know i go back and forth on which story i love more by the day sooooo.... something from the most recent chapter of it's gonna be alright (piece by piece)

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” the blonde sobs, pressing his forehead against Tommy’s collarbone. “I want to go home.” “I know, baby,” he replies, pressing his mouth down into his fiancé’s scalp. “I know. Just a little bit longer.” Evan keeps shaking his head, sobs catching in his throat and breaking Tommy with each one that he lets out. “Please,” Tommy says to him, his jaw tightening with anger at how much he feels like he’s begging him to keep fighting. “Please?” Evan’s hands are still tight on his wrists as his thumbs move in circles on his cheeks. “I d-…don’t want to do this again,” Evan stammers. Tommy huffs, gripping his face just the slightest bit tighter, lifting Evan to look up at him. Tommy’s eyes are red, tears coming nearly as fast as his own. The nerves in his face twitch with a mix of anger and sorrow. “I can’t do this without you,” Tommy tells him. “You promised me forever, damn it. I’m fucking holding you to it. Because you were right. This isn’t enough. I want more. We deserve more.” Evan stares at him, his own eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. “That’s not fair,” he rasps. Tommy shakes his head. “I don't give a fuck. You fight. I’m right here with you.” Evan’s gaze falls away, and Tommy watches him, still brushing his fingers over his face as he watches the younger man’s resolve weaken. He hiccups a sob and Tommy presses his lips into Evan’s hairline. “You don’t get to leave after this,” Evan whispers. “Fuck the wedding. This is the line.” “Fine,” Tommy murmurs back. “As long as you’re alive, I don’t care.”

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@girlwonder-writes @perfectlysunny02 @v88sy, and anyone else who wants to join! (my brain is not working rn and I know I'm missing so many people!!!)

[bettathanyou]

brain frothing I need a cedric fic rn before I simply perish-

Hi cupnoodle! I'm working on your other request, it's about halfway done and I'm gonna get it done today. I'm also soooo sorry for the horrendous cliffhanger from the babysitter fic, I've been swamped w personal projects and Mental IllnessTM but for SURE!!! I'm gonna finish it I promise. I'm just gonna write a short one here so u don't perish from Cedric withdrawal (and comfort me cuz I'm going through it rn)

CedricXFem!Reader,

Comfort Fic <3

As title suggests, this is a comfort Fic with implied mentions of mental health issues, insomnia, blood/minor gore(?)/ Injury warning and cptsd. Just Cedric being so worried about u and trying to make you feel better. I'm sorry if the quality of this fic is iffy

Today, along with the rest of your shitty week, was just not going your way. As a servant in the castle, of course days are usually busy and a little hectic. Normally, you're able to navigate the highs and lows effectively enough, and whatever storms you can't weather you can always lean on your friends or partner, Cedric.

Well, that would be the case if King Roland didn't decide to throw a very last minute ball that was only a week away. The rigorous work coupled with no adequate time to prepare left you completely devoid of energy; so visiting friends seemed like a daunting task.

You also knew that whenever a ball was scheduled, Cedric was equally if not more busy than you preparing for a magic show. You usually give him his space to work in peace in these situations, but you find yourself yearning to just see his handsome face.

However, something inside you recently has kept you from reaching out to him.

You sigh deeply, rubbing your temples to try and ease the brain fog thickening in your mind. Multiple restless nights along with work related stress has your mind wandering to dark but familiar places.

Whenever you find yourself overwhelmed, bad memories and feelings always pop up more often than usual. You sigh again, willfully ignoring the tightening of your throat and the way your eyes felt sore from holding back tears.

As more dark thoughts churn in the forefront of your mind, you feel your actions going into autopilot. Turning dumbly to your task at hand, you lift the bulky box of decorations from the floor.

Because the box was so big, your field of vision was greatly reduced; coupled with you not paying attention, you missed the last step on the stairs back to the main castle.

You felt your heart drop as your body crumpled to the floor. The box quickly followed suit, the crashing sound of breaking glass activating your nervous system. You hear blood rush to your ears, and before you could stop it a sob escaped from your lips.

You weren't sure how much time passes, but eventually you will yourself to get up. Propping your hand off the floor, you begin to push off when a searing pain rips through your palm.

You cried out, yanking your hand back to your chest. Your eyes flick to your hand, dark red already trickling down in steady waves to your forearm. You see a piece of crystal embedded in your flesh, along with a nasty looking gash ripping across your palm.

You curse loudly, internally criticizing yourself for forgetting the broken glass on the floor. Even though the pain was growing in volume, you almost feel relief in a way- at least with this pain, your head finally feels clear.

With that clarity, you realize you need to get this wound dressed immediately. You scoot away from the hazardous material on the floor, using the stairs as leverage to get your body off the ground.

You suddenly hear Violet's familiar voice from the nearby corridor, and your body stiffens. You suddenly feel exposed, and wish to whatever forces above that they won't turn the corner to find you in the state you're in.

Your answers fell on deaf ears as Violet came rushing to your side, her eyes wide with confusion and shock.

"What happened, dear??" Violet exclaimed, taking in the mess before her.

"I missed a step on the stairs...." You croaked, cringing at how hoarse you sounded. You pray Violet wouldn't catch it, but she was never one to miss small details. Tearing her eyes from the ruined decorations, she takes you in with a worried look.

"Oh, are you alri-" Violet's words got caught in her throat, eyes bulging at the blood seeping from you. Her skin blanched, and you quickly tucked your hand out of sight in shame.

You stand there awkwardly, shame and guilt quickly traversing your body. You don't look Violet in the eyes, unable to witness her reaction anymore.

"I-I'll fe-f-fetch a doctor, right away!" The maid squeaks, already turning away from you to rush off. You didn't even have time to protest before she disappeared as quickly as she had come.

You stare in disbelief, and for some reason the interaction left you feeling angry. The pain from your palm swelled in time with your anger, making your skin buzz. Your breathing started to hitch as you attempted to take in a deep breath to calm down.

Feeling fed up with waiting, you find your body moving of its own accord. Wrapping your oozing hand in your skirts, you briskly walk to the destination you have in mind.

Cedric's workshop.

As you neared your destination, your body lost its furious pace; now replaced by a lingering feeling of dread. You knew Cedric wouldn't react well to you being hurt, and knowing this didn't make you feel any less anxious.

The dangerous thoughts clouding you earlier flicker in the depths of your brain again, in between worrying about Cedric's reaction. You blink rapidly to try and regain your focus, trudging up the sorcerer's staircase you've walked a million times.

Using the last ounce of courage you had, you timidly knocked on Cedric's door.

A moment of silence passes before you hear the familiar footsteps. Your heart leaped in your throat as his door cracked open, his angular face peeking out from the wooden frame.

Upon seeing you, his eyes immediately lit up. You can't help but crack a small smile at his happiness.

"Y/n! I was just thinking of you, darling!" Cedric purred as he opened the door. Within moments you tuck your injury closer to your side, thankful he still hasn't noticed.

You chuckle in response, trying not to sound too nervous.

"Really? ...All pure, innocent thoughts I hope?" You chirp back, tucking yourself against the wall to help conceal your hand from Cedric.

You looked up at his rose-tinted cheeks, and you let out a genuine chuckle this time.

Seeing your amused smirk, Cedric decided this time to be bold in his response. Before you could tease him further, he closed the gap and pressed his body against you.

As Cedric leaned in to connect his lips to yours, a flash of icy pain runs up your arm and into your elbow, sending shooting waves of agony throughout your body. You cried out loudly, instinctively shoving Cedric away from you.

With your arm now out in the open, there was nowhere left to hide. Cedric looks at you hurt and confused, but before you open your mouth his eyes drift on the source of your distress.

His eyebrows shot up immediately, worry lines etching onto his forehead. His golden eyes grew dark with fear, and you see his hands start to tremble. His mouth hangs open in shock, and while he's still processing you grab your opportunity to explain yourself.

"Okay, I know it looks bad, but- I just need to borrow some of your things to dress it. I'll be quick about it too, and then I'll be out of your way. Promise."

Your words feel more like a plea rather than a promise, and your body tenses in preparation of Cedric's answer.

Your eyes lock with his bright amber ones as Cedric stays eerily silent. You didn't expect such a... non-reaction, and that unnerved you moreso. You see multiple emotions whirl across his features; bewilderment, concern, shock. All in succession.

What surprised you the most, however, was the rising look of anger darkening his face.

"You'll be out the way?" Cedric echoed, his head tilted in exasperation.

"I... Well, yeah... You're busy right now, so-" You start, feeling yourself shrink with each passing word. Your words quickly died on your tongue as the storm brewing within Cedric's eyes grew.

He suddenly turns away from you sharply, almost making you flinch. Taking his wand from his robe, drawers magically flew open with a loud creak. Potions, a few bottles of herbs, and tightly bound cloth assemble midair and hover just above his head.

You hear the sorcerer muttering to himself, presumably double and triple checking to make sure he grabbed the correct ingredients.

Even though he was doing exactly as you asked, you can't help but feel a little... Hurt. . Even though logically you knew Cedric wasn't really mad at you, his upsetting stare carved a hole in your heart. You really didn't want to bother Cedric, and already felt bad for interrupting thus far with such a gruesome sight.

Insecurity writhed in your gut like a beastly thing, and you feel the urge to bolt back to the hallway you came from to wait for the doctor.

However, Cedric turned back to you before you could seriously consider the notion. His face was less pissed than before, now replaced with a furrowed brow of concentration.

"Alright, sit." Cedric commanded, placing down his things with a flick of the wand.

"What?" You question, your mind snapping back to reality.

Cedric sighed, placing his gloved hands on your shoulders.

"I need you to sit." Gently but firmly guiding your body to his work chair, he pushes you down into the seat. It begins to dawn on you that Cedric plans to treat your hand himself, contradictory to your plans.

You felt your heart warm at the gesture, and you bit your cheek to keep from grinning too hard. You feel just a touch lighter than before, and you say a silent prayer of thanks for Cedric's kindness.

However, you're quickly reminded Cedric was still upset with your wording, and it poisons your previous happiness.

You squirm a little in Cedric's seat as he preps himself. Taking off his leather gloves, he ferociously washes his arms in soap and hot water. You try not to linger on the curves of his hands and arms for too long, but in the end you end up staring anyways.

Sanitization complete, he sits and turns to you. You wordlessly offer your injured hand, and he in turn accepts it into his own. His hand was still hot from the water, and you exhaled in relief from the contact.

Cedric hums as he inspects the damage, the wheels turning in the back of his eyes. With his silent inspection done, his amber eyes flick upwards to you.

"This is quite the nasty one, love. I'm afraid I can't do anything until I get the glass out. And it must come out immediately." Cedric proclaimed, grabbing a delicate pair of large forceps that cheekily glistened in the afternoon sun.

The glare seemed to mock you, and for the first time today you feel fear for what would become of your hand.

"Right." You nod meekly, unsure of how to answer. Even though you train your face to be neutral, Cedric knows that it's a thinly veiled facade. He gives you a gentle apologetic smile, leaning to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Not to worry though; in that cabinet below you there's something to dull the pain." Cedric nodded in the direction he was talking about.

"I suggest taking it liberally before I do anything further." Cedric eyes you with a slightly mischievous grin, and you return his smile with a confused yet slightly amused one yourself.

Cautiously opening the drawer, you find a bottle of spirits waiting for you.

"Booze?" You scoff wildly, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. You whip your head towards Cedric as he joins in with your laughter.

"I promise, it's the fastest acting remedy I have at the moment!" Cedric gushed, trying his best to keep a straight face.

"I'm actually lucky enough to not need to keep healing magicks around the castle." He added more somberly, his laughter dying down. His eyes cast downwards to your hand again, a pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." You offer a weak apology, gesturing to your injury. You're again reminded of your position as an intruder in Cedric's work flow. You sigh inwardly, feeling uncomfortable.

"What do you need to apologize for?" Cedric cooed, shaking his head.

"I.. I don't know." You confess, thinking back to what got you in this mess at all. If only you weren't so clumsy. If only your head wasn't your worst enemy, enmeshing you into a dangerous trap whenever you feel stressed. If only you'd reach out to Cedric this time around, instead of trying to shoulder everything alone. But none of what came to mind seemed to satisfy what you felt most sorry for at all- because all of it was true, and all of it was you.

Your fault.

"...For just, being me I suppose." You finished, your voice noticeably cracking. Your throat begins to tighten up, and your eyes stung with a familiar pain.

"Y/N-" Cedric starts, but you quickly reach for the bottle in the cabinet as an excuse to move your face away before the tears begin to fall. With blurred vision, you swipe the alcohol from its resting spot and try in a vain attempt to open it one handed.

"Let me help," Cedric reached towards you, muttering a short spell to release the cap to the bottle. You sighed in resignation, staring at the stone floor as you try to regain your composure.

"Thank you, Cedric." You speak softly.

You force your eyes to meet his, hoping that he could see that you weren't just thanking him for opening the bottle. You and Cedric lock eyes for a moment, and a beat of silence passes.

Cedric breaks the tension with a bittersweet smile. "You know, I wish I could comfort you with more than words at the moment. But sadly, I'm sterile." He groaned comically, hanging his hand while he held his arms up in mock defeat.

You snicker, holding up the hefty liquor bottle in response. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter if I end up forgetting today ever happened."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Cedric looks at you pointedly, tutting in disapproval.

"Right, of course. How could I forget?" You ask sarcastically, moreso talking to yourself more than Cedric. Before the bottle touches your lips, however, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist.

You stop, shooting Cedric a puzzled look.

"I'm glad you came to me when you needed help." Cedric held your gaze boldly, his eyes aflame with a passion that made your heart skip a beat.

"And even if you do end up forgetting today... I don't ever want you to forget how much I care for you. You're never "in my way", no matter how busy I look." Cedric shakes his head, and for a moment you feel like a scolded child. You look away from the sorcerer in shame, fidgeting in place.

Seeing you cast your eyes away, his hand gently leaves your wrist and settles against your cheek. Cedric's fingers and thumb coax your head back up to look him in the eyes again.

"I know you struggle with feeling otherwise- but you don't need to apologize for it, either. We all struggle with something; what matters is how we can get the help we need to overcome it. Alright?"

Cedric finished gently, his hand leaving your face too soon for your liking. You stare in silent awe at his proclamation, and then feel a swell of pride at how far he's come to be able to say that with confidence.

With your heart ready to burst and your eyes already misting over, you eagerly nod in approval of his words.

"Yes, I think I can drink to that." You squeezed out, lifting the bottle in a toast to Cedric. His eyes twinkle with love in response, a smile creeping along his cheeks.

You down as much as you could in one sitting, the fiery liquid scalding your throat. You bite back coughs as you give one last chug, setting the concoction down in haste.

"I'm... ready." You slur, your body immediately feeling heavy.

"Right; let's get to work then." Cedric nodded, grabbing the forceps on his work table with a slight hesitation.

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After about an hour of minor surgery, a few more swigs of alcohol, and a very distressed Violet storming Cedric's door to hunt you down (according to her, you left quite the horrific blood trail) you were thoroughly cleaned up and your hand was neatly bandaged.

While you were no longer incapacitated by your injury, you were just as helpless from being drunk during the procedure. Cedric had asked if you would rather see a doctor a couple of times, but honestly him taking care of you was the more appealing option.

Plus, the pain wasn't the only reason you needed a couple more drinks- this week was shit, and this was the first time you felt yourself loosen up.

"Alright, let's get you some fluids that isn't alcoholic in nature." Cedric chuckled, but you pouted as you relinquished the bottle to him.

"Oh, don't make that face at me. You've lost enough blood as it is without the alcohol thinning it." Cedric chided, mixing together fresh water with an herbal solution at his couldron.

You huff in response, laying your head lazily on the work table beside you. Your watch Cedric's face as he mixes together the solution meant for you, his brows burrowed and his lips purses in concentration. His white bangs hung slightly in his eyes, creating a dreamy curtain of silver as they catcyh the sun's rays.

Your cheeks already felt warm from being intoxicated, but now they burned like hot coals. Acting on a whim, you quietly get up from your chair to sneak behind Cedric. You knew he easily gets absorbed in his work, so even in your clumsy drunken state he hadn't realized your presence.

You slink to his side, your fingers eagerly reaching to touch his hair. Your fingertips brushed against the silky strands, catching Cedric's attention.

"Oh!" Cedric exclaimed, head raised in alarm at your sudden appearance.

"Haha, caught ya..!" You laughed, your body swaying dangerously in your delirium.

Cedric grabbed your waist, trying to steady you. You leaned in closer to him for support, your forehead resting comfortably into his chest.

"My, it seems you did..." Cedric murmured into your hair, gently stroking it. You hum in contentment, relishing the moment. He pulls you closer into a full embrace, and you return it swiftly.

"It seems like I have you now though, hm?" Cedric laughs lowly in your ear, and immediately you realize you've fallen perfectly into his trap.

"Damn..." You curse under your breath.

"So, what will you do with me?" You try to keep your face neutral, but you make sure to put in an extra flirtatious lilt to your voice.

You look up from your eyelashes to meet Cedric's face, and all he gives you in response is a raised eyebrow.

"Well, for starters... Make you drink this tea." Cedric thrust the cup into your face, and with a sigh you drink the beverage.

You wince at the intense bitter taste, and immediately you feel a little more sober. Reluctantly, you soldier on until it's all gone.

"Excellent. Now, to put you to bed." Cedric chirps, and before you can even process a flirty reply the sorcerer puts a finger to your lips.

"And no, not like that. So don't get any ideas." Cedric said sternly.

You chuckle, but say nothing in reply.

Cedric gently helps you to his bed, easing you down carefully and making sure your injury isn't being pressured.

You slowly get comfortable, sighing into the pillows as you inhale Cedric's scent.

"Would you like to drift off naturally, or would you like a sleep spell?" Cedric asked, already covering you with a blanket.

"Sleep spell... Please." You peek up at Cedric, taking in a final look of his eyes, his hair, his face, everything.

"All right." Cedric spoke softly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. As his lips left yours, he uttered the spell you requested.

You feel the pull of sleep tug at your eyelids instantly, and you relax more into the fine down mattress. Cedric lingers by your side, watching to make sure the spell was taking effect. Seeing your eyes grow heavy, he whispers goodnight as he rises to return to his workshop.

Before you slip into unconsciousness, your last waking thought was how much you adored your sensational sorcerer.

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11: To Love

LTWF Hub, <prev, next>

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry about the impromptu 7(?) month hiatus I ended up on, but I promise I’ve sorted everything out now! Part of the reason this fic took so long is that I was working on getting the next fic in the line of AUs ready to drop (link in next chapter) so I could switch out my update slots, but there was also some personal stuff going on behind the scenes. But I am back now! Getting back on schedule may be a little rocky, but here’s the last chapter (seven months and two days late)!! If you’re not here for the romance, feel free to skim the stuff that’s a little more explicit than I promised at the beginning. It just felt right, given the circumstances. If you are, though, enjoy! You’ve waited long enough.

Word Count: 1557

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Patton didn’t really feel better, but at least he had stopped crying.

Janus had supported him the entire time he was sobbing, and at some point had moved them both to an empty classroom where they could sit down without being disturbed by the kids going about their day in the hallway.

“Are you feeling better now?” Janus asked softly, Patton’s heart aching. He suppressed another wave of tears, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, I… I think so.”

“That’s good to hear.” Even after moving to sit, Janus hadn't let Patton fully untangle from the hug. They did finally pull apart a little, Janus looking at Patton with hands on both of his shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Logan… didn't remember me.” Patton played with his hands in his lap, using the weight on his shoulders to ground himself. “It's like all that time we spent… means nothing to him.”

“How strange.” If Patton had looked up, he'd have seen the flash of satisfaction in Janus’ eyes. “He really seemed to care about you before.”

Patton’s bottom lip wobbled, his tears welling back up and spilling out down his face. “How could he just forget?”

“He must have not felt as strongly about you as you did for him.” Janus shrugged, before slowly pulling Patton back into his shoulder for another hug. “Perhaps it was all an act of his programming. To be so friendly.” 

“But he—!” 

“Shh, I know, dear.” Janus cut Patton off as he began to sob again. “It's awful to find out your feelings were one-sided.”

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to…” Patton sat up and untangled himself, wiping at his face and sniffing in one last desperate attempt to stop crying. Deep down he knew he shouldn't be crying on Janus, not after everything. “It's— this is weird, isn't it? I should just go deal with this on my own, or something.”

“There's no need for that. I know how much you need support.” Janus reached a hand out and caught Patton’s arm as he went to stand, pulling him back down to sit. “You process best with a shoulder to cry on. And I'm delighted to be that for you again.”

Patton nodded. Janus really did know him well. “I just… I can't believe it. I really can't believe it.”

“I know. And I understand.” Janus’ smile was a little too sweet as he inched their faces closer, Patton’s receding tears blurring the former's expression enough for it to look normal. “But don’t you see, love? There's no one else who will care about you like I do.” 

In the same instant Janus leaned forward further, the door to the classroom slammed open with nearly enough force to crack the window.

“Patton!”

Standing in the now open doorway, hair wild and panting—for some reason—was Logan, metal fingers splayed against the rattled door and glasses askew. He'd seen Patton and Janus through the window, a strange anger mixing in with his panic as he saw how close they were.

Patton immediately pulled away from Janus and got to his feet, eyes wide and teary. “Logan?” 

“What are you doing here?” Janus cut in from where he was seated, crossing his arms.

Logan glared in return, adjusting his glasses and tie and smoothing out some wrinkles in his shirt. “Your reset was not permanent. Virgil was able to restore my consciousness.” 

“Reset?” Something clicked in Patton’s mind but before he could think about it he caught up with the rest of Logan’s statement, blurting out, “Wait, you found Virgil?! Is he okay?!”

“He was alright enough to fix me, but you should send Roman to the lab.” Logan’s glare softened at Patton’s worry, the two meeting eyes for only a moment before Logan quickly averted his gaze. “I am… concerned about his current state.” The room lapsed into a moment of silence as Patton shot a text to Roman that he hoped was informative enough, looking back up to see Logan glaring at Janus again. “Am I correct in assuming you had something to do with that?”

Janus huffed. “How dare you assume.”

“...of course you did.” Patton cut in, his sadness swirling into an angry self-loathing as he realized he’d played right into a trap. “You set this whole thing up so I'd throw myself back into your arms.”

“Even if that's true, you did.” Slowly rising to his feet, Janus smirked. “Throw yourself into my arms.” 

“I'm sorry, Patton.” Cutting in, Logan carefully closed the distance between him and Patton, raising his hands up and waiting for an affirmative nod from the latter before gently reaching out. “There is no way I'd ever be able to willingly forget you, or all the time we've spent together.” Logan’s hands were unyieldingly cold as they cupped the sides of Patton’s face, but Patton only leaned into it as if it were the warmest touch he'd ever felt. “Not when we still haven't made it to Andromeda.”

“I knew something was wrong…” Tears choked back up into Patton’s throat, his hands wandering to Logan’s waist to pull the taller boy in closer. “I'm sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Logan said confidently, letting Patton get as close as he was comfortable. “I… am simply glad that I made it in time.”

Blue eyes stared into hazel until an understanding settled into both pairs, their faces hovering less than an inch from each other. Patton slammed his eyes closed and finally closed the gap before he could talk himself out of it, the chill distracting from how clumsy both of them were in the kiss before they pulled away. Logan’s eyes were wide in clear shock and Patton felt his face go scarlet.

“What a lovely little moment you two are having.” 

Both of them jumped as they turned to see Janus staring at them disapprovingly, arms still crossed.

“And here I thought all that crying you'd done into my welcoming shoulder meant something.”

“I only turned to you because you'd taken away everyone else.” Patton pulled himself all the way into Logan’s chest with one hand, feeling the arms around him tighten protectively. “Don't think for a second I'd have done it under any other circumstances.”

“Then perhaps I'll have to—!” Janus’ tone was menacing as he stepped forward, arms out as if to break them apart before he suddenly cut himself off in a full body-spasm, falling over backwards onto the carpet in the same instant one of his hands touched Patton.

Logan glanced down, seeing that Patton had pulled a small taser out of one of his back pockets, clutching the device and trigger tightly in one hand. “Did Virgil give you that?” 

“For self defense.” Patton nodded, sheepishly smiling as he put it away. “I've carried it around since high school.”

“Ah. Very nice.” Logan stared down at Janus’s twitching form on the floor, smiling pleasantly. He then turned back to Patton, face troubled. “Should we call campus police? He did… abduct Virgil, among other things.”

Patton blinked. “Oh! Yes, that's a good idea.” He reached for his phone but stopped, instead pulling himself back into a hug that Logan was more than happy to reciprocate. “...in a minute.”

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Virgil was half-passed out on the floor of the engineering lab when Roman finally arrived, arms full of a first aid kid, various snacks, a water bottle, an extra set of clothes, and a baseball bat, all mixed in with roughly half of his dorm.

Patton’s text of ‘Virgil’s in his lab, okay but not great’ hadn't exactly instilled the brunet with any confidence, bringing everything he could think of before sprinting off for the Engineering Building at top speed.

“Virgil! There you are!” He called loudly as he set all of the things he'd carried onto the nearby desk and fell to his knees, looking over the boy on the floor worriedly.

“Oh, hey.” Virgil greeted casually, relief and anger flooding over Roman at the same time.

“‘Oh, hey’?” He fumed, throwing his arms out wide. “You go missing for nearly 6 full days and come back beat to hell and all you have to say for yourself is ‘Oh, hey’?!”

“Well, the next time Patton’s crazy ex leaves me taped up in the school’s basement so I can't fix Patton's new robot boyfriend, I'll be sure to have a better one liner after I'm not-quite-rescued.” Virgil snarked, wincing as he shifted to get more comfortable on the tile. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Shut up and come here.” Roman scolded and reached forward for a hug, Virgil’s frown pulling up into a smile as Roman held him tightly. He then let go only to shift his grip to his shoulders, eyes earnest. “Okay. What do you need? What can I do to help? Are you okay? Tell what happened. I'll do anything I can for you.” All of his words rushed out and stumbled over each other, before the rambling cut off into a clear, “Before I go kill that slimy piece of shit, of course.”

“‘Shut up and come here’.” Virgil mocked, grabbing the front collar of Roman’s shirt with a smirk and yanking him in closer. “Patton and Logan are probably having some kind of moment right now, so let's give them some time.”

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GOD YES THATS ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING. like they were just childeren... with such big shoes they wanted to fill 😭. i do kinda find the parallel between zoro and usopp kinda interesting now that you mention it, two sets of lonely kids finding the will to live and persue their dreams in each other </3. usopp and kaya are the good ending ig, they both get to do what they've dreamed off with a promise to meet again someday after they accomplish their goals :').

it makes me SAD like that was zoro's best friend and they TOOK HER AWAY WHAT THE FUCK DUDE. she's right by all the really important people in the strawhat's lives, zoro never forgets her and carries her sword and her dream and I'm Never Getting Over It

YEAAA 😭😭😭 and all zoro has left is her sword, will and 2nd earring to represent her by, he carries her in everything he does (everytime he goes on about how be made a promise to his captain and A BEST FRIEND. im crying i love them so much).

(side note i checked the notes for that post and saw that it was just our past reblogs/tags in there which is SO funny to me. swordposting was our kuina meets tashigi in loguetown au moment fr) asadfgjkh yesss. i just noticed that after checking too. true one piece transmasc patriots moment o7

ASDGHJHFGDGFSJG THATS SUCH A CUTE PIC theyre so cute and silly <333!!! (also random detail but they gave opla kuina zoros uniform w the shorts and tall boots and zoro the long trousers :O idk if it has any purpose but, inchresting). i absolutey LOVED kuina (and zoros) child actors, they were incredible and she made me cry abt their story all over again :')

INSANE THEY MAKE ME INSANE

THIS!! KIDS DO NOT GIVE A SHIT!! ^^^^ zoro yelling at kuina because she's saying zoro's the lucky one-- when he was the one who lost. how zoro thinks that's stupid of her to think and that she's acting like she doesn't work hard for her skill... and how that actually works to quell her self doubts for a bit hanfahfadim. Agony.

when the catharsis before the hubris 😶. zoro being the worlds first accidental feminist through sheer willpower and love of swordfighting alone. i love them forever

the fact her own father didn't think she could do it; her father of people, someone so composed and rational...

this is fucking me up because like, imagine how frustrated she mustve felt every time. like idk if hed do it intentionaly but the feelings that maybe you are the 'hysterical' one for being so 'emotional' around a person like that... i really wish we got more insight on koshiro/the background on him and kuina... i want to study him so baddd XO.

she musve felt so scared and alone and ill never get over it... the fact she only gains a LITTLE bit of catharsis RIGHT BEFORE SHE DIES 😭😭😭

animanga kuina is like that one ta or something in a class full of 4th grader lmao

koshiro: kuina we lost zoro again can you take over so i can check the woods to see where he is? kuina(internally): thats the third time this week and its only monday. this is the kid that plans to surpass me 🙄? i should beat his ass extra hard next dual just for this.

the teen angst in both of them rlly does add a little something. that does remind me abt this post talks abt how their ages being different sorta recontextualizes their story, its pretty cool!

ZORO ADOPTING MORE FEMINIE FIGHTING STYLES IN OPLA TO REMEBER KUINA IM SOBBING

i read this fic you linked earlier (will be writing a proper ask soon because it was SO GOOD) and thinking about how zoro in canon does similar stuff; wears his bandana to look more like her, wears her shirt, her sword etc... oda LET HIM TRANSITION FOR HIS FIGHT AGAINST MIHAWK PLEASE IT WOULD BE SO GOOD.

HONESTLYYY I will die on the hill that kuina and Zoro's fight is one of the best. it may not be a super big one but it is sooo narratively important and practically shaped zoro as a person.

but also highly recommended this other post that actually does deep dive into the choreography and how she compares to mihawk (MY FUCKING GIRLLL. SHES SO COOL)

god people having a similar amount of brainrot abt kuina as cora would genuinely be so amazing. like I get Cora has a teeny bit more screentime but kuina is important to the #2 most popular character in all on 1pc! put more respect on her name. not anyone else can say they've defeated him 2001 times!!!

it is sooo so interesting to me and i totally agree that sanji's thing with gender probably gets talked about way more because of how is behavior is

mh, i feel like sanji has alot more obvious to pick up and analyse complexity, his trans coding gets a whole arc while zoros is more a casual hc yknow? a lot more subtle. ig in a way reiju is zoros kuina but opposite in every way. zoros whole deal hinges on a single person and fight and conversation etc. the brainrotters get it 💪

THEIR BANTER IS SO FUNNY, like they had actual beef w each other before their fight its hilarious. kuina coping by abolutely ripping into other students is such a good concept, go boyboss go. 1005 DESERVES IT 🤝

also the excitement for irl kuina fighting is so real 😖. OPLA zoro Vs kuina was beautiful to watch (zoro's edgy ass asking her to kill him will never not be gold). KUINA LORE FTW 💪💪💪

SHADAHKNKAS saw u in the notes of some kuina posts and that made me realize that there is simply a bond with kuina and tashigi fans, who may even often be the same fan, because AOUGHHH KUINA I CARE HIM SO MUCH episode 19 literally changed me forever. swords + gender struggles are all you need to hook me on a character sometimes Maybe. the whole greatest swordsman promise... sob. also. something about zoro promising his name will reach the heavens and trans kuina. which made me think.. what if kuina and The trans fear of dying then having your deadname on your tombstone that you can't do anything about because you're dead. kuina dying before they even get to figure everything out and all of a sudden he's just known as kuina forever, and then zoro making a name for himself in kuina's honor or something idk (i like zoro's backstory) (KUINA )

THERE ISS. people who theorise that they are secretly related or the same person or direct parallels are so close to getting it but don't imo (no shade to those theories tho, I just personally find them narratively unsatisfying).

like they are parallels in that kuina is symbolic of the sexism people suffer and tashigi is an adult woman who has come out the other end sword swinging but ultimately so unsure of herself as a result. also the (trans)genderisms, we are all hand in hand 🤝.

MAN KUINAS STORY BROKE ME DOWN ON A BASE LEVEL AND REWIRED NY BRAIN. I had to take a break from reading just to let it soak in it's so good, a swordsmans promise indeed, that scene was beautiful, I love zoro the world's first a accidental feminist <3. zoro carrying on her dream with his will never not have me in hysterics.

FUCK YEA THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. I have soo many thoughts about baby!zoro and kuina and trangenderism. egg kuina cis zoro, egg kuina STEALTH TRANS ZORO ABSVDJFBKSHDKDN <333.

little baby zoro looking at his grave with the uncontrollable urge to carve out those letters. to carry and rearrange them and make sure they get back to him in the afterlife spelling 'worlds greatest swordsman'.

trans kuina makes me so emotional because ultimately I don't know if they were canonically trans but it's my FAVOURITE 'what if' for them. they never really got to be anyone outside the dojo masters daughter. the failure of a heir and the girl who beat zoro 2001 times. who would they have been if they got to grow up? come to terms with themselves and unlearned all that heavy, painful biases pushed onto them? as a transmasc who's studying into a (cis)male dominated field myself ik, the feelings of 'betrayal' and 'proving misogynists right' and imposter syndrome and inadequacy issues and perfectionism they might've gone through,,, sobbing my eyes out HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO MEE.

zoros backstory is genuinely one of my favourite parts of the manga idc how 'simple' it was it's still beautiful.

[rinstars]

OATH.

PAIRING: Suna Rintarou x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst.

WC: 1.3k+

TAGS/WARNINGS: Hurt/Comfort (or maybe not). Suggestive themes. Profanity. Cursing. Slight use of petnames.

SYNOPSIS: Suna Rintarou never break a promise. Especially not to you.

NOTE: A famous Filipino song came on shuffle and prompted the birth of this fic. Can you guess which one?  HINT: It's a pretty old famous love song lmfaooo. Also again, I didn't proofread, deal with it hehe. REBLOGS are appreciated <3

LASTLY, PLEASE HELP ME DECIDE ON WHAT TO WRITE BY ANSWERING THIS FORM HEHE THANK U SO MUCH!!

He sent you a text message fifteen minutes ago. Nothing but a few simple words that somehow weighs you down every single time—like an anchor tied to your ankles and tossed to the ocean. Something that leaves you gasping for air. But you enjoy the cool breeze anyways.

I'm coming over.

Promises meant a lot to Suna. Even if the words weren't outwardly said, he treats the phrase like an unspoken promise between both of you. He always comes when he tells you he will. A little late, a little early, but never not.  And you wait for him. Over and over—in the raging storms, the summer breeze, the winter cold. At the break of dawn, the setting sun, beneath the midnight moon.

Because it was your side of the promise.

I'll be here.

The knocks on your door grow heavier each time. The longer you take to open the door the more you feel the constricting pain choking the life out of you. You drag your feet to the wooden entrance, fingers never getting used to the way the cold steel of the knob makes you want to cry. The ray of light that peeks from the small opening of the door blinds you—God, does it blind you, yet you open it wider. Welcoming the burn as he hastily pushes the door open.

You wish you were able to hide the flinch when he wrapped an arm around your wrist, pulling you closer to him as he buries a pale face down your neck. He probably didn't notice the shake from your body—seeing as he was shaking just as bad. The wetness on his shoulders going unnoticed as his own tears stain yours.

With a small tug, you are beneath him. On the other side of his endless praises, his sweet, sweet words. He kisses you like he's drowning as much as you and you let him. His fingers were no longer shaking when he pulls your underwear down, or at least tries to.

"Rin," you breathe out, pushing against his chest to get him off of you. "Will you talk to me first?"

He looks in your eye, unblinking, unmoving—and you could've sworn you were able to glimpse at the internal debate going on inside his mind. He hovers over you for a few more minutes before completely sitting straight with a sigh, nodding to himself as he offers a hand to you.

You take it, and you hold tight, and if you were given the gift to do what you wanted, Heaven knows you wouldn't have let go.

He notices, and he knows it. He has known for the longest time. Knows how this affects you—how you feel, how you hurt. So, he smiles at you and lets you hold on for as long as today's conversation permits.

"I just, fuck-- I don't know what to do." He swallows thickly, like he's holding back the tears from spilling. "I swear—shit do I fucking swear, that I try, I really try, yeah?"

"I know, Rin," you squeeze his hands a little tighter, thumb running over his knuckles as a poor attempt in comforting. "But sometimes, things just don't work out the way we want it to. You know that."

His eyes look over to you, the gentle smile on your face laced with something he would rather not think about too much. He thinks you're right—you're always right. He couldn't remember a time when you were wrong.

"Then," he crawls over to you slowly, fingers trailing a path from your temples to your jaw before settling there and tugging your bottom lip—a silent request from his breaking heart.

Closing your eyes, you released a shaky breath before slowly opening them and continuing with your constant reject. "Then let's stop doing this. I just—you know this isn't right, Rin."

It's almost like something clicked in him the moment you said that. The fog in his eyes clearing as the hand holding your jaw drops to his side. You ignore the pain building up your chest, the sensation almost numbing, as you wait for him to agree. He will, you thought. He always listens to you.

"Yeah, yeah," He almost chuckles humorlessly, throwing his head back on the couch. "Bet she really wouldn't take me back if she found out I run over to you again, right?"

Turning your head to the side, you hope you blinked the tears fast enough for him to not see. Of course, it's her. It has always been her. He never really calls you when he's not going through another rough patch with his girlfriend, never meets up unless he wants to find solace between your legs, never really smiles at you that often

"Rin, we—" you bite your lip to prevent it from shaking, tightening your hold on his fingers to hide the tremble. "We need to stop doing this. She loves you, and—God, do I know how much you love her."

He smiles at nothing, like a fond memory is replaying in his head, the next few syllables breaking you more than you think it should. "Yeah, I do."

This time, you decide to finally show your tears, enough pretending as you prepare yourself for what's about to come. "S-suna, I really—you see, I loved being with you. I adore you and you're probably someone I'd never be able to forget ever, you know?"

He turns his body as he faces you, the hairs falling on his forehead too irresistible for you to not fix. He eyes you with a mix of confusion and recognition—like he knows where this is going but needs you to say it for him.

"Me too, princess."

"I've been meaning to say goodbye a few months ago," you sniffed, looking down on your lap as you lose all the strength to stare back at the eyes you've grown to love. "But I thought maybe I'll let another winter pass. I know how much you break in this weather."

He laughs with you at that—the humor lost in the sea of regret and pain, eyes glossing over but he didn't understand why. Maybe you meant a lot more to him that he cares to admit. And he isn't sure what to do with it, doesn't recognize it clear enough to come up with a course of action.

"I love you, Rin."

Snapping him out of his thoughts, you could notice the faint flinch on his fingers. Hearing you choke up the words like this, vulnerable and broken in front of him, almost made him want to be irrational again. How do you break someone who's done nothing but mend you?

He has known for the longest time. The suspicion always lingering on the back of his head and yet hearing you say it doesn't compare to the amount of times he's run the scenario up his head, finding the right way to respond.

"I know."

"And it's hurting me so, so bad." The cracks in your voice almost mirroring the ones in your heart, hand flying up to your face like you wanted nothing more than to hide. The pain, the tears, the love.

"I know, princess." He repeats, hands tugging yours so you can hide your face on his neck, sobbing onto him the way he's always done with you. He keeps your head there—partly because he knows showing his own tears will just make this harder. "You take care, yeah? Love someone who really deserves it next time."

"I'm not—I w-won't be here next time, Rin. Sorry for breaking my promise."

"In the next life, princess," He kisses your temple, threading long fingers through your hair, a shaky voice accompanying his next words. "I'll come over to you."

[bruhstories]

Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

tagging @starrynightlys @stolemyheart12

[minahoeshi]

you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

--

You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

[oftenderweapons]

Hi!!! In “the studio”, it says that namjoon said a lot of hurtful things to vixen over the phone, is there a fic in the series that shows what happened that causes the tension in “the studio”? Thanks!

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 2.2k

Genre: angst. comfort fluff at the end

Rating: 16+ (suggestive, cussing)

Synopsis: set before and after The studio | KNJ

Trigger warnings: swear words, insinuation of infidelity (?), Namjoon is pretty toxic in this one, mention of non-descriptive panic attack.

A/N: this is super old i am so sorry but ive been hoarding stuff for months and now I AM READY TO UNLEASH HELL ALL OVER YOU CUPCAKES MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Credits to my wife @joheunsaram the Great for beta reading my messes. I lob u ❤️❤️❤️

Here is my Masterlist, enjoy 💜✨

You stayed on the phone, trying to cook dinner while Namjoon vented about his day, how unproductive he had felt, how the management and the interviews and the shootings kept him from writing.

He was nervous, tense, and so mad. He spoke too fast for you to understand all the words and he was cussing so viciously that you even flinched. Twice.

“Do you need me to come over? You're too stressed.”

“No, you don't get it, I need to get this fucking thing done!” he insisted, making you huff out and hold your head in your hands. It had been three weeks of him spiraling further and further out of control, all your instincts going haywire over his behaviour. You had been there before and it had hurt you more than you could afford. It had been days since he'd last asked you how you were doing. He seemed to have forgotten your work presentation — the one you had discussed with the board that very morning after pulling an all-nighter to finalise the presentation, match the colour palettes and fonts, check the sources and the estimated costs for the project.

You had worked your ass off and now you were in your kitchen. Alone. You didn't even have the energy to celebrate. You only wanted a bath and some good sleep.

“Lemme see. Read that again, please?”

Namjoon repeated the pre-chorus. “It's weak.”

“The problem’s in the metrics. The syllables don't add up in the last verse and you're missing the alliteration.” You sat down and grabbed a piece of paper, scanning the words as you scribbled them down quickly.

“What about an odd verse? Something like, 'till dawn breaks again'?” you suggested, counting out the syllables and writing down the alternative.

Your stomach rumbled. It had been way too long since you'd last eaten.

“That's cliché.”

You exhaled and picked another line, focusing on the rhyme this time.

His tone was lapidary. “That doesn't make sense with the rest of the lyrics.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up, thinking some more as you got your stew warm. “What do you want it to mean?” you mused, genuinely interested in the concept.

“I don't know. That's why I'm stuck.” You heard him fiddle with his pen nervously on the other side.

“Why don't you go for a walk? Take a breath of fresh air—”

“I don't have time for that,” he hissed, his voice growing cruel.

You realised he didn't have time for you either. You were just a burden to him. A bother. “I think I should let you work, then,” you spoke weakly, feeling your hopes waste away. You had fallen for another selfish man.

Like an icy slash on the face, you realised it was time to start letting go. Been there, done that. You had promised yourself you wouldn't let anyone forget you or use you as their emotional punchball anymore. And that's where all of this was going.

You needed to put yourself first and forget about the poisoned sweets he always gave you, so cunningly.

“It's been a long day for me and I need some rest.” You murmured, your voice too frail. You realised you were going to cry.

Namjoon’s tone was aggressive when he replied. “Sure.”

You waited for ten seconds, hoping with all your heart for him to ask why you were tired. “Goodnight,” you spoke, your voice already strained as you tried to hold back a sob.

“Sure. Go care about yourself.”

At that you lost all softness. “Excuse me, what?”

“I said, go care about yourself. Since you don't care about me.” His voice was so bitter you almost didn't recognise it.

“Are you serious? I tried to help and you spat on all my attempts, without giving me prompts or hints or anything. I asked if you needed me there, and you refused, if you wanted to go for a walk and again, nothing. I've had one fucking long day, Joon, but you seem to have forgotten what today meant for me. If there's anyone who should go take care of themselves is you, you arrogant fool.”

“Do you know what kind of pressure I have on me? Do you think it's fucking easy to be me? I have six pairs of eyes looking at me, waiting for me to work some sort of magic trick or outright a miracle!—”

“It's not about you, for once, Namjoon! This is about me and the fact that you've been treating me like your panic room for weeks. I'm tired and I can't do this tonight.”

“Fine. Then don't do this.” You could see him shrug behind your closed eyelids. “One more true colour of yours.”

You no longer owed him politeness. “Go fuck yourself, you fucking prick.”

“I'll be more than glad, especially considering that you're clearly fucking someone else. I don't take sloppy seconds.”

You gasped at that. With shaking hands you put your phone on the table and closed the call.

You shut the stove and crumbled on the floor before it, clinging onto the counter for dear life. It was time to let your daydreams go.

It took three whole minutes for Namjoon to understand what he had just done. He hadn't had a panic attack in years, and he had to lay on the floor to calm down.

He'd lashed out at you. The only happy thing he'd had in months.

He had insulted you and cussed at you while you tried to help him even though you were tired. He opened his phone again to check the time.

And he saw the date.

Your presentation. Five months right after our first encounter.

He pressed his hands against his face, squeezing tighter and tighter until he growled out loud, his throat burning as a result.

He tapped on your name on the screen, hoping you would pick up and let him explain. Your voicemail came up straight away.

He didn't know what to do. He had to reach you at your place. Apologise. Praise you. Ask you about your day. Hold you.

With the gaping, bleeding hole inside his chest, Namjoon realised the cruel truth. He was in love with you, and all the aggression was due to the fact that he was still just a fuck buddy to you.

He didn't know what to do until a knock on the door startled him. “Namjoonie.”

“Come in,” he said, half destroyed.

Yoongi was wrapped up in his winter clothes, his scarf and beanie covering most of his face while his parka did the rest. “I'm going to the dorms. Do you want to come with me?” With a second glance, Yoongi realised something was wrong. “What happened?”

Namjoon shook his head, feeling more tears well up. He didn't know when he'd started crying. “I don't know. I— Hyung, I'm in love? And it… It hurts. She will never love me back. And now I made her hate me.”

Yoongi tutted and entered the studio, helping Namjoon pick himself up before fixing the room. “Vixen?”

Namjoon nodded. “I was fucking cruel to her. She ended the call without saying anything. I hurt her, hyung.”

Yoongi stretched his arms out, his bear-shaped friend immediately adding to the older's winter armour. “You'll be fine. You'll write her one of your heartfelt letters and send her flowers. Tomorrow. In the morning, when you'll be rested and more calm. No use thinking about it now.”

“She'll never forgive me,” Namjoon murmured.

“Then you'll learn the lesson.” Yoongi knew that was a hard thing to say, but he also knew there wasn't much to do at this point. At the lapidary reply, Namjoon startled a little. Losing you?

He never would have thought it came this way. And now here it was. How could he apologise?

Jewels? No, you weren’t Mara. You were you, which was precisely the reason why he had fallen in love with you and not her. Flowers. He would send you flowers. And a pretty thank you note. Apologies. Anything to bring you back.

Maybe an art book?

He shook his head. As he waited on the lift with Yoongi he continued thinking about the awful way he had treated you, how he’d spoken to you. He had disrespected you in ways you had never: he had been impossible and you had been nothing but caring and helpful and understanding. Still, he’d barked off at any kind words you had offered him. And he had offered in return nothing but bad vibes and aggression.

He had been hostile, angry, sarcastic and dismissive. And your presentation… He knew you were a tough cookie, a true professional, and you would conquer them without the bat of an eye, but that was no excuse for him not to worry or ask about how you were feeling.

Once safe in his bed, he still couldn’t understand how everything had got so out of control. He hoped he would sleep, but he rolled around for almost one full hour before surrendering. He stood up and once on his desk, he drafted the letter he should have written weeks ago, when he realised that, though watching you undress yourself always took his breath, his interest wasn't limited to your naked body; he liked your mind, your way of thinking, your little quirks, and the way he was never bored with you. You were his soulmate.

He was in love with you and he wanted to tell you in person. So he shredded the draft and wrote another. Then, he managed to fall asleep.

The following day — actually, just five or six hours later — he had a florid, large white orchid delivered to your office, his note together with the plant. He had chosen the plant personally, amazed by the thriving sensuality of it, which matched you perfectly. He was notified once the delivery reached you, waiting a couple minutes for you to read the letter before deciding to call you. He waited on the line for a while before it fell.

He called again.

Again, to no avail.

He didn’t let himself break yet. He thought about waiting for your lunch break; and he waited.

Until it was lunch time and he could call and make sure you weren’t in a meeting. Finally the line didn’t fall anymore.

“Vixen,” he said fondly once the mechanical sound ended and he could hear you breathing through the phone.

“Hi. I received your flowers. It’s not an excuse—”

“I was stupid—” he started, but you had no intention to listen. Your tone was icy when you spoke again.

“Do not interrupt me. I said it was not an excuse and I will not accept any. I have been disrespected for weeks and I will not accept that any longer. You are no longer welcome to call or text.” Your throat closed entirely as you spoke the next words. “I will bring you your stuff as soon as possible.”

He cried out your name.

“No. I knew this moment would come. I need to put my own good first, and you’re not good to me.”

He could hear your voice crack, your quiet sobs. “I can be good to you. You know I have. These last few weeks—”

“Goodbye, Namjoon.”

“Little fox—” The line fell.

He was left alone with his despair. Finally, he could complete the song, too bad he had to sacrifice his heart for it.

Namjoon woke up sweaty, his heartbeat galloping as he sat up in his bed, however he relaxed once he saw you next to him.

He laid back down, resting at your side, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and kissing behind your ear, nuzzling his nose into your hair, taking in your smell — which was quite pointless since you had showered at his place, with his soap, in his room, right behind that glass wall which had been cause of so much debauchery. And after that, he had joined you under the water, kissing all over you and speaking those words he had barely dared to mouth since he’d spoken them in the studio.

“I love you so much, my cute, smart, beautiful fox,” he murmured. “My precious baby darling.” He rubbed himself against you, his arms wrapping around you possessively as you slept like an angel in his bed.

No way he would let you get away from it.

He would have you move in on the weekend. He already knew you would have just a small case of cold feet, act grumpy and fight him just for the sake of it, but in the end you would consent, with a bit of compromising and a fair bit of bribing, of course. Still, that was the only way for him to take care of you as consistently and insistently as possible. He needed to make up for several weeks of neglecting.

“My darling baby love,” he whispered after one more kiss. “I love you, little one.”

“I love you, Joonie bear,” you whispered, your hand tightening around his before you turned slightly, offering him your cheek. He kissed it, watching your eyelashes flutter before you turned around and burrowed yourself into his embrace.

He smiled. That was the best thing to fall asleep to.

[nekomasmanager]

Tanaka Ryūnosuke × Reader

I'm extremely late to posting this even though I had it all written out beforehand. But oh well（￣︶￣）↗

Here is one of my personal favorites, cause I absolutely adore Tanaka, he resonated with me, ever since his first appearance.

You can find the ao3 post about this fic here: ao3 post

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Pairing: Tanaka Ryūnosuke & Reader Word Count: 3137 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Original Post Date on ao3: 03/03/2021

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You always knew Tanaka-San had a crush on Kiyoko. You already knew that. But you couldn't not fall for his charm, his sense of humor, and his skills on the court. You were also sure that he doesn't even know who you are.

You were just a member of the girls volleyball team. Sure you may have your special moments when you spike a ball the right way to score a point, but other than that, you're just a regular volleyball player. So when Tanaka came to you for advice, you were legitimately surprised.

At first you didn't answer him right away, thinking it was a prank, and looking for your teammates because they discovered your crush on the fellow spiker. But when you couldn't find any of them, you gladly accepted to help him. And well, you wished you asked him what kind of advice he needed. Because you weren't prepared for the devastating feeling you got when he told you he needed help asking Kiyoko out.

Not letting your unrequited feelings get in the way, you managed a weak smile and nodded, saying you'll help him however you can. "Sweet! Thanks Y/N!" "You're wel... wait you know my name?" "Well yeah of course I do! I would never forget the name of the girl whose spikes are out of this world!" He moves closer. "And well I couldn't forget the girl who always sneaks around to check out the boys volleyball practice." With that last statement, you blush profusely, mutter a quick flustered good bye and run away, listening to Tanaka's laughs behind you.

You couldn't believe it. He noticed you sneaking by the gym to see their practice. He even saw how you spike. Damn now you're going to be self-conscious whenever you're going for a spike in practice or in a match. "But how did he know I come to watch him and his team practice? I always try to stay hidden and not bother them, so how?" you mutter to yourself, not looking where you're going, and you just bump into someone. You quickly excuse yourself, but you're still thinking and don't notice who you bumped into, so you just continue on your way.

"Y/N?" You look up quickly and look around, searching for the source of the voice. There's only Nishinoya, and of course it's not him who called you, right? How would he know your name? But as you keep looking around, you heard him snicker, and you blush. "Y/N are you okay?" "Wait. You're talking to me?" "Well yes. There's no one else around, as I'm sure you noticed while looking around." "But how do you know my name?" "All of our team knows who you are, dummy! You're famous amongst us!" Horror struck your face, and you start panicking. What did he mean you're famous? Famous how? Did you make a fool out of myself in front of them and didn't notice? What are you going to do?

"Y/N calm down. It's nothing like that! Don't worry! It's my fault I should've been clearer. You're famous because we all know you watch us practice and watch us play our matches. And well whenever you're around Tanaka-San is always on top of his game! So thank you for that!" he said with a big smile on his face.

You could only look at him in shock. Were you that obvious with your sneaking around? You always try to make it to their matches to cheer them on, and you always go to watch them practice because they were just so cool to watch. Whenever you practiced with your team, you tried to incorporate what you saw with what you already know, but it would always turn into a hot mess and ruins everything. But you still tried to make them work.

But now that the entire boys team knows you're watching them, how can you face them? How can you face Ryūnosuke and help him get the girl he likes? And what did Nishinoya mean by Tanaka always playing better when they know you're watching? You had way too many questions on your mind and you had to blow off some steam. "I.. um.. I have to go now, I gotta practice or something. Bye Nishinoya-San!" He chuckles, amused by your flustered self, "Bye Y/N! See you at next practice!" You couldn't even answer, you just turned red and ran away, almost falling because of your own feet. Hitting yourself mentally, you get away even faster.

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You make way towards the school's gym, making sure no one is around, and you just start practicing. As you shoot your serves, you're thinking "What would Kiyoko-San enjoy as a gesture or present? What would be cool enough and not cringey at the same time? Why am I even helping him, I don't know Kiyoko that much! Sure I greet her in the hallways, and help her with minute tasks but that's it. Ugh I dug this hole myself, might as well make the most of it."

You try to focus again on your serves, but there's one thought that keeps gnawing in your mind, what did Nishinoya mean by Tanaka being on top of his game when you were watching? Shrugging off the questions from your mind, you went to pick up another ball from the pit, and that's when you realise you were not alone in the gym.

Before checking who the mysterious person was by the ball pit, you let out a high scream, scared for you life. "Quit your screaming Y/N!! It's me Tanaka. What are you even doing here all alone? I was looking for you everywhere!" "Tanaka-San? How did you know where to find me? And why were you looking for me?"

"Well I saw you talking to Nishinoya while looking for you, and as I was about to come greet you, you got all flustered and left him, almost stumbling to the ground." You hit yourself mentally, damn you made a fool out of yourself in front your crush, this day cannot get any worse. "I went up to Nishinoya to ask him where you went, and he told me you came here to practice. But before coming here I had to pick up something to show it to you. So close your eyes please." Sceptical about all this, you still closed your eyes, trying to calm down your excitement, Tanaka wanted to show you something!! You felt something a bit heavy being placed in your extended hands, and hear Tanaka telling you to open you eyes.

Looking down, you're faced with a box of chocolates and tiny teddy bear to match. You look up to the boy in front of you, questioning him with your eyes, trying to hide your blush. "This is a gift I picked out for Kiyoko-San. I wanted to see if she'll like it or not. So I thought showing it to you first and getting your opinion would be better, before I do something stupid."

"Oh." "You don't like it?" asking you with a hurt look in his eyes, mixed with something you couldn't quite place your finger on. "No no nothing like that. I think it's actually really sweet that you got this for Kiyoko. I'm sure she'll really love it. I was just surprised that's all! Don't worry!" He sighs, relief washing over him. "I also think that this gift paired with what I had in mind for a confession would be perfect. Since Kiyoko stays until the end of practice, you could ask her to wait up for you when you're done. You get her the gift. You look sweetly into her eyes, and say 'I really like you, and it's been a while since I do. I guess you might have noticed before, but now I wanted to say it more seriously. So please accept my gift. I would also be really happy if you returned my feelings.' And I guess that's about it, you should be ready for a confe-"

You stop in the middle of your sentence, because Ryūnosuke was standing really close to you, seriousness radiating from him. He gently raises his hand, and wipes under your eyes. You did not notice you were crying. Embarrassed, you give him back his gift, and worked quickly at wiping those tears away. "Ah I must have felt emotional and happy for you. I'm glad I gave you my idea, even if you don't use it in the end, I was happy to help. Do tell me what happens after that confession. I'll wait up after your practice to know all the details! I have to go now. See you soon!"

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You spilled all those words out, wanting to get away from him, in fear that your tears will flow down even faster. You left him without letting him speak. You just had to get away. Your cheek still tingles where he touched you to get rid of that singular tear. His hand felt so warm and you just wanted to snuggle, close your eyes and enjoy that closeness. But no you couldn't do that, he'll soon be someone else's boyfriend, and you just couldn't do that. You were running, as fast as you can. Your vision was blurry. You were crying again. You had to stop.

Seeing a nearby school building where no one actually comes here, you lean up on one of its walls, and just break down. Sliding down, you sit on the grass, and start sobbing. You hear the bell ringing calling student back to their classroom, but you couldn't care less. Your heart was aching and breaking, because you loved someone who doesn't love you back. Your body was shaking. You wanted to hit yourself for falling for someone you knew could never be yours. After a few minutes of crying your eyes out, you slowly calm yourself, still sniffling with the occasional hiccup.

You look up to the bright blue sky , and decided to tread back to your classroom, not caring if you were late. After a quick bathroom break to wash your face, you walk slowly back to your shared classroom with your crush and his teammate. Keeping your head down, you open the classroom door, and you can feel the stares on you. Apologizing for being late, the teacher lets you in with a warning and you promise to not be late again. You go to sit down at your designated window seat, and start staring at the field and nature outside, filtering out the words your teacher was saying. While staring outside, you failed to notice one particular boy who keeps on glancing at you, worried about you, with his heart aching and thumping loudly in his ears because of you.

Classes are finally over, but you stayed seated, wanting to copy down the notes you missed. You saw a shadow blocking your light, so you look up and see Nishinoya next to you. "Oh! Hi Noya. What brings you here? You need something? Don't you have practice?" "I just wanted to make sure you were okay Y/N. You never come late to your classes. And when Tanaka told me what happened, I was even more worried than him. Well no that's not true, he was scared shitless about where you were and why you were late. And when you came in late, with puffy and a downcast expression on your face, I knew you were crying. Want to tell me why?" You never knew Nishinoya was this observant. Feeling shy, you grab one strand of your hair while trying to explain yourself. "I just fell down while running back to class, and I hurt myself, so I cried like an idiot, and took some time to wash off the dirt in the bathroom. You don't have to worry about me!" Mustering a sad smile, you can see that he wasn't convinced by your fake story, but decided not to pressure you into telling him. "Well I'm glad you're better. But now come on! We have to go to practice!" You knew you couldn't argue with him, so you just quickly picked up your things and followed him out towards the gym.

Getting to the gym, you stop by the bench under the window and seat yourself, while Noya changes his shoes and enters the gym. As you're sitting down, trying to be comfortable, the libero player comes back out and starts looking from left to right, and when he sees you, he comes up to you. "What are you doing still out there? Come on in!" "But but I always stay out here so I don't distract you and I also study a bit!" "None of that! Come on. The whole team wants to finally meet you properly!"

You take your bag, change your shoes, and come in, shyly standing behind Noya. As you enter, all eyes turn to you, and you can feel yourself blushing like crazy. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Y/N. Sorry for the intrusion during your volleyball practice." "No intrusion at all. We were waiting for you to join us!" You turn and see that it was Coach Ukai that just spoke to you. Beaming to finally be able to speak to the famous coach of the boys volleyball team, you couldn't contain your excitement, and gave him a big hug, and realise way too late that everyone was looking at you.

With firetruck-red cheeks, you let go of the coach and scratch your neck, looking sheepish. When the initial shock wears off, you hear the coach's laugh and you feel him patting you on the head. "I like you already. You recognize talent when you see it." Smiling, you nod at his words. You go sit down on one chair and take out your books to study a bit. But you see yourself glancing every once and a while towards a certain player wanting to see him practice. Whenever he spikes a ball really well, your heart swells, but that quickly dies down when you see him looking at Kiyoko to view her reaction.

With an aching heart, you go back to your solving of mathematical equations. The end of practice soon comes around. You gather your supplies while saying good bye to the other players, having enjoyed watching them practice. Nishinoya comes up to you, and you both exit the gym quickly, cause you knew what's going to happen soon. You take your time putting on your shoes, telling Noya to leave before you so he won't be late.

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Being alone, you wait up, sitting down on a bench. To your surprise Kiyoko exits the gym soon after you and wears her shoes, preparing to go home. You go up to her and ask: "Wait. Where are you going? Where's Tanaka-San?" "Oh. He's inside, he told me to call you in when I got out." Confused, you wave her good bye and enter the gym again. It was all empty, except for the boy you liked standing in the middle of the court.

"Tanaka? What are you doing? And why didn't say anything to Kiyoko? She was right there! Did she reject you before you got the chance to give her your gift?" You're met with silence. You come closer to him, touching his shoulder gently. He turns around, and just engulfs you in a hug. Shocked, you slowly hug him back. You felt him relax when you wrapped your arms around him. "What's wrong? Did Kiyoko let you down? Tell me." You couldn't stand him not talking to you. You stop your questions when you hear him mumbling.

"What is it? I can't hear you properly." "It was never about Kiyoko-San. Sure she's pretty and cute, but she's nowhere close to you. When you didn't come to class, I was freaking out. Asking myself if it was my fault you came in late. And when I saw your puffy eyes and sad expression, my heart broke. I never want to see you like that. I know now what I asked of you was really unfair, but I wanted to know the best way for me to confess my feelings to you, but I ended up hurting you and making you cry. I'm such an idiot to make you go through all that. Please forgive me, I couldn't forgive myself for causing you so much pain. I like you so much. I can even say that I fell in love with you. I love you."

You were at a loss for words. While Ryū was squeezing you in his arms, the same words kept repeating in your head.

It was never about Kiyoko-San. I love you. It was never about Kiyoko-San. I love you. It was never about Kiyoko-San. I love you. It was never about Kiyoko-San. I love you.

You slowly get out of the hug, looking up at Ryū's face. Hopeful look in your eyes. "Do you really love me?" "Yes. I love you so much Y/N. Ever since I noticed you coming to watch us practice, I found myself seeking you out, whether in class, or for your help in a fake matter, that I regret doing so much. I started loving everything about you." Blushing like crazy, you buried your head in his chest. Slightly laughing, he wraps his arms around you in a loose hug.

You muster up your courage, stand on your tiptoes, and whisper in his ear. "I love you too, Ryū." Not being able to contain his excitement, he picks you up and twirls you around, laughing and being so happy that you love him back. When he puts you down, you grab his cheeks gently and bring him down to face you. You kiss him sweetly, humming when he kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"So.." Tanaka asks still encircling you with his arms. "Does that mean we're officially a couple?" Lightly hitting him in the arm, "Of course we are you dummy." "Yes! Everyone will definitely be jealous of this hot couple. They can only dream of being like us." Laughing together at his adorableness, you stay in each other's arms, content with everything in your lives, and that you finally found each other.

Nishinoya was definitely there during the whole exchange, knowing from the beginning how you both felt about each other. He's the best third-wheel you'll ever encounter. He'll definitely brag about you two and how he helped bringing you both together, even though he didn't really do that much to help. But you still love him both, he's definitely a great friend. You'll never tell him that, but you also tell people that it was him that brought you both together.

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Yay! My fanfic about Tanaka is finally up! I hope you enjoy reading it!

The next one is the longest I've written until now and it's with Tsukishima Kei!

[mystical-blaise]

I got so happy when I saw you're back working on your fic again but then I remembered where the last chapter ended and if I'm screaming now then that's nobody's business but my own😂 (also I'm sorry about the war in the fandom. I'm a non active member just watching it all from afar and it's horrific. Can't imagine what it's like for everyone else receiving the hate💖)

🤣🤣🤣🤣 I didn't forget about how it ended. It's been haunting me. But seriously, I've been careful about the next two chapters in their pacing and plot because the chapter there's one coming up where I feel like I'm going to either need to take breaks or it's all going to come out in one sitting and one long sob.

BUT, I promise it'll all be worth it.

Fun fact, besides my husband who literally zones out when I try to tell him about this fic lol, only @hlizr50 knows where it's going.

[rowenna-887]

The Mission (Meredy x Lance)

the mission that almost cost Lance's life

or

the mission that Lance admit his love for Meredy.

hello! here some fic to you all!

i'm working on my writing,and as a beginner,i don't promise a huge work. i already revised but still can have a mistakes of english here and there since english is not my first language. but i hope you all can enjoy this as much as i did writing this!

also,my ask box is open,so if you want to ask me about my characters,feel free!

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have a lot of things the Meredy was good,but healing someone while is panicking,it's not one of them.

It was one of that complicated missions that would take days for complete,not that Meredy cares, but she was selected with Lance,again.

it's not that Meredy didn't like to do missions with Lance,actually,Lance was so independent as her,which means that she would finish this quickly and with success,turn back to home in one or two days,depending where they was send to and she also appreciate his company (something that she would never admit for him).

but this time was different,they wasn't expecting a Black Dog appears on the mission,not even when appear more of them,an entire gang.

Lance's chest was bleeding.a lot. and for the first time,Meredy was so despair that that she didn't no what to do.

- i just need help to- lance groaned,before stop.- are your crying?- he ask concerned.

in shock Meredy touched her cheek and feel something wet on the place,she was crying.

- i'm fine. - her voice failed and she want hit herself for that. - we need to take care of you,you can't walk like this.

- it's nothing i just need- Lance coughed blood,make Meredy bite her tougue for avoid more tears.

- you're not. i'm going to get some help,stay here-no forget, i need to treat you right now.- she tear one part of her skirt.

Meredy hold the tissue on the cuts,made by the black dogs. that didn't stop.

- i'm gonna heal you,you're gonna be fine. - Meredy say more to her self that for Lance,her voice failing once again.

she continue to mumble, trying to grab the potion on her belt,but her hands was shacking. she cursed herself for that.

Lance looked at Meredy. the girl was despaired trying to help him-even that he had to remembered that the girl never liked him (mostly because of her mentor)- but she was there,trying her best to help him,she could leave him to die,actually,she have a lot of opportunities to make that,but she neve did. the only thing that she did was healing him and remember him how much idiot he was.

she was to good for him.

and he love her for that,even if that is selfish.

- Meredy look at me.- Lance's voices leaves as a whisper.- Meredy... MEREDY!- he say launder,causing more pay to him. Lance curse.

- what?you shouldn't be speaking!you should avoid use the energy that you still have!- Meredy say in desperation.

Lance hold the hand that was pressed on his chest.

- i love you.

Meredy she was shocked and flushed,but the shock past and the only thing that rest was angry and confusion,why he was wasting breath with something that?!?

- what?- she shouted.

- i love you. - he said again. - and i'm dying,you and me know that. i make a lot of mistakes on my life,i don't want that don't saying how much i love you be one them.

- stop it. shut up!you not going to die!- Meredy sobbed and take her hand away from Lance's chest,determined to take the flask with the potion on her belt.

finally,Meredy take the glass bottom out of her belt and look at Lance's eyes,.if she failed right now,Lance would never know what he means to her.she could hold this anymore.

in despair,Meredy say - i love you too!i really do!please don't die, please... - Meredy begged holding Lance's face with the flask on the other held and trying to open.

- good.- Lance get mumbled louder enough just for Meredy listen with a tired smile on his face while he closes his eyes.

Meredy finally open the flask and make him drink,but his eyes still closed.

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Lance wakes up in an bed.take some minutes to he realized he is in the nursery's bed and it's dark,he also heard steps.

anxious steps.

Lance turn his head from the place of the sound.

Meredy is standing there,stepping to one side to another and biting her nails nervously.

Lance think how much time she was standing there.

she turn her head from Lance and almost turn back before she realizing he is wake.

- Lance! - she yelled,running and sitting on the side of his bed,taking his head on her hands.- how are you feeling?

Lance noticed she had tears no spilled on her eyes,that was also red and with dark bags around them.

- i'm ok,my chest just hurt a little.- he said calmly and kiss the palm of her hand.

before he could process what he did,Meredy kiss him like he would disappear on her front,and he reciprocate as much he can.

Meredy stop for take a breath and sighed - I thought i would lose you.forever.- she kisses him again.and again.and again.

until someone couched.

Meredy quickly stop the kiss and turn to the person that interrupt.

it was Ewelein.

- i see that Lance is feeling much better now.- Ewelein say smiling.

- yes.i'm,Ewelein.- Lance say with a smile looking to Meredy that is looking more red that Mathieu's clothes.

- don't worry,i'll just checking him,after that you will have all the privacy that you two want.- Ewelein say gently looking to Meredy.

Meredy leaves the bed slowing,let Ewelein take a look on Lance.

after the check up,as promised,Ewelein leave,let the two alone once again.

- so,you're was really talking serious about love me back?- Lance say looking on Meredy eyes,that looks like a rainbow.

- of course i was!why you think that i kiss you?for compliment you?- Meredy retorted like it was obliviously.

Lance laugh - so say that again.

- what?why?

- i need to have sure that you not kidding.- Lance tease.

- why would i be kidding?fine- Meredy sighed.- i love you.- Meredy say genuinely.

Lance gets up with difficult.

- what are you doing?you should be- but before she could finished,Lance kiss her.

it was a kiss full of passion,with no hurry.

at this point,the tears Meredy was holding already was falling from her face.

Lance stop the kiss and hugs Meredy tight.

- i love you.i love you more than anything on this world.- Lance say on Meredy ears.

- i..love you too.- Meredy mumbled hold him tigh.

Meredy let Lance grab her and lay her in the bed.

for the first time,Meredy didn't care about down her guard,or even what would happen to this time for now.

she just want to sleep and let all her worries from behind.

[celestialevie]

Weddings and what could’ve been’s // F.W. x F! Reader

Hi! This is my first ever posted fic, I hope you’ll like it!

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x F! Reader

Genre: Angst 

Summary: You’ve been friends with Fred since forever. But what happens when the one you love is not feeling the same and now he’s getting married to the girl he loves. Based off of this song :))

Word count: 2.5k

It was supposed to be a good day. Waking up, getting ready for another day of writing her novel about picturing a certain red head as love interest of her novel. But it all flushed down when she saw a small envelope just sitting there on the table, almost as if it was mocking her. It's been sitting there ever since it arrived yesterday afternoon, not expecting to receive an invitation to the wedding of one person she didn't want to participate in. Fredrick Gideon Weasley. Her best friend since their second year of Hogwarts. It was almost ironic how a simple wedding invitation can break a heart that's already been on the verge of breaking, tears were rolling down her face, not a single sound could've been heard besides her sobs. Her best friend/roommate ran out of her room as soon as she heard her. Not expecting to see her best friend on the floor crying over a single paper, she realises what happened, the one thing she dreaded even though it was only a matter of time before it happened. The way Fred was talking about that girl, she knew that her best friend was in a wait of a permanent broken heart. But now a day later, she decided to throw the invitation in the rubbish, deciding no matter how much she cared about her best friend she knew she wouldn't be able to handle watching him promising himself to someone else for forever. Taking out a bottle of her favourite rose, she pours some of it in a glass and heads back to her room, deciding to forget about her heartbreak by throwing herself into her fictional world where she was the one Fred loved. 

 Soon, she'll realise that not even wine and her own fictional world would help cure her broken heart. Not when the one she's so in love with decided so pay her a visit, not hearing anything from her in over a week. He wondered if she got the invitation to the wedding, the day he couldn't wait for it to finally happen. The thing is, he's not going to be able to do it, if his soulmate in a form of his best friend isn't there by his side, making sure he doesn't panic like he often happens to do in stressful situations. 

Upon hearing knocking on her door, she slowly gets up from her desk, heading to open the door, not expecting to see the person she wanted to see the least, standing in front of her. 

Every day they were closer to the day that changes everything for forever. One of them was dreading that day, while the other one couldn't want for it to come any sooner. Soon it was the day of rehearsal dinner or also known as the day before it all goes shit show for her. Everything was ready, her outfit ready for tomorrow. Deciding she wasn't strong enough to make it through the wedding alone, she begged her best friend to go with her, helping her survive with alcohol. The wedding was in the backyard of The Burrow, but it wasn't anything special or near as big as it was Bill's, both Fred and Lillian agreeing it was best to have a smaller intimate wedding with their closest ones there. Apparating a minute away from The Burrow, she walks towards the door, knocking softly before entering the house. Everyone was on their feet, final preparations for tomorrow are being made. Ginny was the first one to notice her, running towards the girl. Brining her in the hug, she laughs. '' Hi Ginny '' they pull away from the hug, Ginny looking at the girl. '' You look gorgeous y/n. I'm still angry at my brother for not marrying you. '' y/n rolls her eyes playfully. '' Stop it, you know we would never work as a couple, plus Lillian is a lovely girl, I'm sure she'll be a good sister-in-law. '' they talked as they walked upstairs heading towards Ginny's room.  What no one knew is that the night of the Yule ball, Fred was ready to confess his dying crush on his best friend, that's why he brought her to the astronomy tower. He had it all planned out  until they were interrupted, and it was all ruined. Fred often wondered if they hadn't been interrupted would've it been her who he was marrying. Would it work out or would it fail and therefore ruin their friendship. George was the only one along with Lee who knew about it. That's why the night before the wedding he found himself sitting in front of the small lake they had behind their house, wondering if Lillian is truly the one he wants to marry. Y/n found him after a few minutes, joining him. '' I knew I'd find you here. '' he said nothing, just kept looking in front of him. '' What's bothering you, Freddie? '' she gently took his hand into hers, brushing her thumb gently across his hand. '' I'm just worried if I'm making a mistake or rushing this. Before tonight, I couldn't been happier waiting for this day to finally come, but now that it's here all my mind seems to do is make me wonder if I'm marrying the wrong girl. Maybe I should just marry you, we've been friends for forever, it wouldn't change much. '' he lets out a small laugh. Letting go off his hand, I grab his face with my hands on both sides of his face. '' Fred I need you to look at me. Do you love Lillian? '' he nods his head. '' I don't think I've ever loved anyone the way I love her. '' a small smile appears in the corner of his mouth. '' Do you see yourself being with her for the rest of your life? Is she the one you want to see growing old with you? '' y/n questions him. Fred waits for a few seconds before answering, with a big smile on his face. '' Yeah, I do. God, why was I even doubting this. This is why I need you by my side, you always know how to get me out of my head. Thank you, love. '' he pulls her into a strong hug. '' Hey, if you need a getaway car tomorrow, me and George will have one prepared and then we can get married. '' she joked, even though there was some half truth in it. '' it's late, I have to go get that beauty sleep for tomorrow so do you. Goodnight Freddie. '' she plants a small kiss on his cheek before apparating herself back to her flat, before crashing down in the middle of living room, bursting into tears of heartbreak. The pieces that weren't shatter from before, had shattered now. There were no pieces left of her heart. The rest of the night she spent in the arms of her best friend, crying herself to sleep. 

 It was funny really. The story of how they met, how they became inseparable and how she eventually fell in love with him. The latter didn't come to much of a surprise. How could someone not fall in love with him, when he's the most amazing person she's ever come across. It was their second year in Hogwarts, and she was heading towards the library, deciding to prepare herself for the upcoming Potions exam. Merlin knows how much she dreaded those. It wasn't her fault, most people on her mom's side of family never really knew how to do potions. As she was walking there, someone grabbed her by her arm and started dragging her away with them in a direction of the nearest broom closet. In a second she realised it was one of the Weasley twins. Not even needing to ask why he was in such a hurry, already knowing they caused another trouble. Quickly running inside the broom closet, one of the twins put a hand on her mouth, signalling for her to be quiet. Rolling her eyes, she did as told until we heard Filch and Mrs. Norris passing by. Another minute passed on until he removed his hand from her mouth. '' I'm Fred. '' he introduced himself. '' Y/n '' she shook his hand. '' Care to explain why you dragged me into this dusty broom closet with yourself? '' Fred laughed. '' Had to move you out of the way from Filch or else you'd be in the trouble along with me. '' nodding her head, she left the closet. And that was the beginning of their weird friendship. From participating in the pranks, to making excuses why they're not in the certain classes you shared with them to Fred asking her to go to the Yule Ball with him, leading us to the night they had almost kissed. Somewhere in between she slowly fell for her best friend without intending to. It all felt like a dream. Dancing with her best friend so closely, to sneaking off to the astronomy tower because that night, the stars were shining so bright. Slow dancing in the moonlight, it all felt almost to perfect. Both of them slowly leaning towards each other until they heard a crashing noise, interrupting their intimate moment. It made her realise that it was for the best for them to be just friends, their friendship being worth more than a relationship not knowing how it'll end. Almost as if it was a silent agreement between them, neither of the two brought it up ever again. She would never want to ruin his day, so yes she had agreed to be his second best man, no matter how much it'll hurt to be there so up close seeing it all unfold almost like in a film scene. 

Next morning when she woke up, she felt so exhausted while getting ready. She barely had any energy in her body and she was pretty sure she also had no tears left. Putting on her beautiful dress, she did her makeup and hair. She was ready to stand there next to her best friend, and watch him marry the love of his life, no matter how much the fact that it's not her hurted. It was a beautiful ceremony, he looked so beautiful in his dark blue suit, it really made his hair and eyes stand out a bit more, and don't her started on how beautiful the bride was. Her gown looked straight out of a fairytale. A few tears espaced during the ceremony but when George asked her why is she crying, she brushed it off as happy tears, even though she knew she didn't fool George with that lie. During the reception she mostly stayed at her table, trying to drown her sorrow in the wine and other alcoholic drinks. She watched as her roommate/best friend danced with George along with watching Fred and Lillian dance together like it was only two of them. Molly and Ginny often came and talked to me, but it wasn't long until I couldn't handle it anymore and just drowned the rest of my drink before saying goodbye to everyone, making an excuse saying she unfortunately had to go home and finish her book, her publisher gave her a deadline until tomorrow. The last person left to say goodbye to was Fred. Tapping him on the shoulder, she gives him a smile as he turns around. '' Congratulations Freddie boy once again. But I have to leave now unfortunately, I have a book to finish. '' Before she could even say anything he took her hands and put them around his neck, pulling her closer to him. '' Just this one dance and then I'm setting you free, okay? '' He begged her. Nodding her head, they start slow dancing. '' I'm really proud of you Freddie, you finally found the one you always talked about. Hopefully one day I'm gonna find my prince charming one day. '' she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. '' I'm sorry I wasn't the one for you. '' he said, making the tears slowly start pooling in my eyes. '' That's not for you to apologise, we're too good friends for us to work in a relationship. Us not kissing that night of the yule ball was for the best. If we kissed who knows if you'd meet Lillian, your true love. Don''t you worry about me. '' and with that she pulled away from him, placing a small kiss on his cheek before apparating home. Letting him stand there alone, her words sinking in, making him wonder again if he had made a mistake by not letting her know of his feeling that night. But soon his thoughts were brushed away as he felt the lips of his wife on his.

'' Hello love '' he greets her after she moved aside, letting him in. Pulling her into a hug, he goes into the living room, while she still stands there shocked at her door. Quickly getting rid of her thoughts, she heads over to where he was. '' Hi Freddie, what are you doing here? I didn't expect you to visit. '' she sits down next to him. '' Well it's been over a week since I've last heard from you, so I decided to pay you a visit. She nods her head. '' Yeah, sorry about that. I started working on my novel again and that's all I've focusing on recently. Didn't mean to neglect your need for constant attention. '' she jokes, even though she knew he had his fiancée know to give him attention. Fred rolls his eyes. '' Yeah yeah whatever. Listen I have a question/favour to ask you. '' she furrows her eyebrows. '' Okay, I'm listening. '' taking a deep breath, he begins. '' So as you probably know I proposed to Liliana. Speaking of that, have you received my invitation to the wedding? '' it's been over a month since they got engaged, and yet she still couldn't bare the thought of losing Fred forever. '' Yes I have, it's very beautiful Freddie, I am very happy for the two of you. '' she gives him her best fake smile, not wanting to upset her best friend. '' Thank you, love. My question is, would you like to be my second best man? Along with George of course. I don't think that I would be able to do it without you by my side. Please say yes or at least think about it. It would really mean everything to me. '' This was definitely something she hadn't expect. There goes your plan on not going to the wedding, making an excuse of why she can't make it and get drunk in her room while watching her favourite romcoms. '' Of course Freddie, anything for you. '' those words came out before you even had a chance to think about them. 

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Owl House Fic - Remember Me

They'd been close before he was gone.

He'd called her his "princesa", his "pequeña estrella fugaz", and all sorts of of other cute nicknames delivered while she was swaddled in his arms or being given tickly mustache kisses by him.

He was the only person who ever seemed to be able to get her under control. Whenever she had too much energy and was bouncing off the walls, he'd give her some crayons and a pad of paper or ask her to help him with a project while making it sound like an exciting game. Thus, she was able to channel all her overexcitement into something productive. If she tried to do something risky, like play witch by jumping off her bed while holding a broomstick, he was able to talk her out of it and help her find a safer activity.

He was just as weird as she was. Where she was obsessed with magic and witches, he fawned over art. He talked her ear off all the time about famous artists, sculptors, and painters. He planned trips for him, her, and Mamá to go to museums, practically vibrating with joy at all the different works they saw. Anytime he didn't spend at his job at the auto shop was spent painting, drawing, and sculpting. She was always amazed whenever she saw his hands seem to almost effortlessly glide across a paper or through wood and turn an ordinary object into something extraordinary. It was like real magic and the first time she saw it, she begged him to teach her. Every Saturday became their art day where he would teach her his craft bit by bit, revealing to her the secrets of the magic he practiced.

More than anything though, he was her best friend. All the other kids were usually scared off by her intensity, so he was the only person willing to play with her. They'd read stories together, him doing funny voices and helping her sound out the hard parts. They'd eat massive ice cream sundaes smothered in peanuts, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Before diving into them he'd wink and make her promise not to tell Mamá he fed her so much sugar. They made so many drawings, crafts, and paintings that they almost ran out of room to put them all. He was without a doubt the person she was closest to in her life.

Which is why it hurt so much when he left them.

She was 8 years old. It was just an ordinary day, specifically a Saturday. Their art day. The two of them had been working hard on finishing a family portrait that they'd been working on as a surprise for the upcoming Mother's day. Unfortunately, he had been called in to work, so she'd spent most of the day in the living room waiting for him to come back, their art supplies set out and ready to use the minute to get back.

Her heart filled with joy when she heard the sounds of her mamá coming down the steps, sure that she was about to tell her that he was on his way home and ready to start painting with her. She moved to hide their half-finished painting from view as her mamá came in, but her smile faded when she saw the hollow expression on her face.

She'd never forget what she said next.

"Luz....mija, I'm sorry. Your papá, he's....he's gone."

Mamá then began to tell Luz how papá had been driving home from work but, another driver hadn't been watching where he was going when they hit her father's car. But Luz could barely hear her, as the words "your papá is gone" repeated inside her head. She didnt even react when mamá bent down and gave her a tight, shaky hug.

Luz went through the next week and a half completely numb. She did things like eating and going through the school day on autopilot. Whenever anyone talked to her she responded with short answers in a monochrome tone. Even her dreams, which used to be filled with vivid magical adventures were now empty and black.

She finally started to come to her senses on the day of the funeral. Mamá put her in a new black dress and they drove to meet with her abuela on her papá's side. The two of them embraced each other tearfully, mamá rubbing soothing circles into her back as she thanked her for being in his life.

They and the rest of his relatives all rode together to the funeral home. Inside was the casket with Papá's body inside. Everyone took turns going up to it and saying their goodbyes. When Luz and her mamá's turn came up, Luz felt a sharp pain in her heart at seeing him laying in the coffin. She had the urge to kiss him on the forehead in the hope he might wake up like the princess in a movie they'd seen together once. But her mamá held her back.

Afterward they had a ceremony where people came up and talked about Papá and his effect on their life. So many stories Luz had never heard about him. Once the ceremony was over they went back to the cars and drove to a cemetery where they had one more speech before Papá's body was buried.

As she watched them lower his casket into the ground, it all finally seemed to hit Luz.

Her Papá was dead.

Which meant no more art Sundays together. No more movie nights with she, him and Mamá snuggled up on the couch, the two of them sneaking kisses while Luz groaned at their mushy romance. No more coming down to find him cooking breakfast, singing along badly to a song blaring from the radio.

He wouldn't be there for her 9th birthday, or her 10th, or 11th. He wouldn't see her graduate from Elementary school along with all the other kids. He wouldn't watch her grow up and become a famous painter like she'd told him she would. They'd never finish their painting for mother's day.

Slowly the sharp pain that she'd felt back in the funeral home came back with even greater strength. It was so intense, she gripped her chest in the hope that would make it stop.

Luz wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to leap down into the grave, bang her fists on the casket and beg her papá to come back to her.

She was seconds away from doing any one of those things or maybe even some combination of the three when she noticed the sound of sniffling come from next to her. She looked over and realized it was coming from Mamá.

For the first time since she'd told her about his death, Luz actually looked at her mamá. She saw the deep anguish on her face. Noticed the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Saw the heavy stream of tears pouring from her eyes despite them already being extremely red. Even her usual bun was frayed and frazzled looking.

Luz gently tugged on the sleeve of her dress. "Mamá? Are you okay?"

She sniffled heavily and warbly replied "Si, Luz. I'm sorry Mija, I just....I can't....." And that was all she could choke out before breaking down into heavier sobs.

Seeing her crying like that, the pain that was in Luz's heart morphed into a deep twisting guilt.

She wasn't the only one who'd lost Papá. Mamá lost him too. She wouldn't be able to go on date nights with him anymore. She wouldn't be able to greet him with a kiss to the cheek when she came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Never get to have their "alone time" Tio Rosa said they had whenever they got Luz to watch her.

And here Luz was. Only thinking of herself. So caught up in her own feelings that she completely ignored how her mamá was feeling. How could she be so selfish?

Despite how tough it was, Luz stuffed all her pain and sadness down and took her mamá's hand. She gently rubbed circles into the back of her palm.

"It's alright mamá. I'm here for you."

She didn't have time to think only about herself. She couldn't be that selfish.

Someone else needed her.