#i wrote this lying in the sun. can u tell

[milflewis]

seb/mick and lewis!

Mick waits until Sebastian is sitting down to say it, chair pushed in, fork in one hand, knife in the other. His hair is pinned back in two little clips shaped like race cars.

“I kissed Lewis.”

“Okay.”

Mick swallows, mouth dry. “Okay?”

Sebastian hums, swallowing a mouthful of food. “Ah, we have all been there.”

“We have?”

Sebastian nods, watching him, a smile growing across his face. Mick wants to hit him. “You’ve seen him, yes? And how he drives? Of course, we have.”

“Right, right.”

Mick takes a moment to look at him, and then at their plates. He picks up his fork to poke at the lasagna. The cheese breaks gooey and delicious under the prongs. He remembers Sebastian’s face in those pictures that were taken when he appeared in Monaco this year. He remembers Turkey and Sebastian’s going away dinner.

“This is vegan,” he says.

Sebastian shrugs, that annoying smile still on his mouth. “It is.”

“Since when do you cook vegan?”

Sebastian puts down his cutlery, placing his hand palm up on the table between them. Mick takes it, linking their fingers together. He rubs his thumb along the callouses on Seb’s.

“Since I saw you looking at Lewis like I do.”

[smallnico]

Asks are back on the menus boys!

Hopefully I'm not repeating any of these but I think I might be, sorry. I'm on mobile and trying to memorize numbers which is something I'm not good at 5,6,13,26

asks are ALWAYS on the menu!! >:3 thank u for giving me an excuse to feast!!

and no, you're good! none of these are repeated. i also feel you on the memorizing numbers thing, i'm awful at it too, i literally need to repeat them aloud to myself on a constant loop so i don't forget them while i'm on mobile. :p

5. Describe their idle animations!

at camp, esper is usually either doing ballet drills to practice their form and flexibility, polishing their weapons, playing their lyre idly (doing the magic scanning thing i mentioned), or doing maintenance on their training dummy full of swords. sometimes you'll see them shielding their eyes from the sun like minthara does. if you're paying attention you can also catch them twitching or clenching their fist or rubbing their wrists -- that's the urge. you'll also hear them humming a little lullaby to themself, which is their main mindfulness tool when they're feeling agitated.

on the road, if you're standing still, esper will start stretching and loosening up so they're ready for a fight if one happens, or they'll be visibly listening to their surroundings and gathering information, especially if there are people around.

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

you run into esper near the crash site, already covered in blood and standing over a body that they've clearly taken clothes off of. they flag you down and ask if you're another survivor from the ship. they're cagey with information, admit that they have something squirming behind their eye and that they don't remember anything from before the ship. you can do the usual introductions and invitations to tag along, to which they'll be pleasantly surprised and introduce themself as "... sper. esper. i think."

but of course, if you pass a passive perception check, you'll notice that the body you found them with is looking a lot more Lacerated than the others you've seen near the crash site, and you can examine it using medicine or investigation. you can figure out that this person didn't die in the crash, they Were Killed, and you can point this out somewhere before esper explains their situation. they'll be straightforward and say that yes, they think they killed this person, but they don't remember doing it -- and an insight check reveals that they're actually Not Lying. to which other party members or you can nominate the tadpole as an explanation or tell them you'll be keeping an eye on them, which they'll meet with a little bow and say thank you, before introducing themself properly.

13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors?

mostly black, lmao. i stylize a bit in my art so it looks more purple, but 90% of what esper wears is black fabric or leather and grey metal (and cobra-toned and earth toned yuan-ti scale mail!). for this one i'll explain using some party banter i wrote:

Esper: Astarion, do you know a good way to get viscera out of clothes? Astarion: Good table manners certainly help. Esper: But half the fun of spilling blood and tearing into flesh is the reckless carnality of it, the warmth of it dripping down your neck, into your -- Esper: (coughs) Um. Sorry. Astarion: ... Congratulations, I'm speechless. Do go on, dear. Shadowheart: You're both so disgusting. Astarion: To answer your question from before, salt in cold water does wonders, if you can't use magic. Astarion: Dare I ask what you've been doing instead? Esper: Wearing dark colours. Astarion: Mhm... that would explain the smell.

... all this to say, esper likes dark colours because they hide bloodstains better. very practical. they also feel silly and self-conscious in brighter colours. they don't like drawing too much undue attention to themself, and since they already stand out so much visually, they don't like to double down on that.

26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets!

oh, where to start? apart from the obvious -- murder urges, bhaalist history, etc., all that is a pretty big secret. but i want to share some bonus esper trivia instead, so here you go, have many secrets:

esper is claustrophobic, especially when they're by themself. they don't know why, but it's because they spent a portion of their childhood locked in a dungeon alone except for people who occasionally came in to try and kill them. the brain forgets, but the body remembers.

they're also afraid of mirrors. they don't like looking at their own reflection outside of themself, it makes them feel dissociative, and they swear they can see Someone Else staring back through their eyes.

esper really relaxes if someone they trust is grooming them -- brushing their hair, cleaning their nails, that kind of thing. they really like having their hair tugged in a specific spot as an extension of this, because they used to have long hair they needed someone else to braid and maintain for them.

they have pointy teeth but they also have naturally tough and pointed nails. they start clipping them short after alfira.

they're fully nose-blind to the smell of death and gore. they do not notice it.

esper can literally hear lies and emotions. one of the things they were trained to do from childhood was tune into the passive magic in the world around them to listen for and interpret the "ripples" caused by people going about their business. they can also use this skill to hone in on where people are directing their attentions. this is the main tool they use to tailor their people-pleasing approach, but they also use it to be nosy. it's how they navigate the world without memories or morals or empathy.

they can also use this ability to manipulate people's emotions or redirect their attentions using very subtle magic, it just takes a bit of practice for them to remember how.

esper is missing some organs and bits of organs after their necromancer adventure. kressa took a kidney and a big chunk out of their liver in particular, since they're totally fucked from a lifetime of drinking poison (drow move), and now esper is a lightweight who gets sick from a small amount of alcohol or poison, and their constitution is kind of a hit or a miss lmao.

they're also missing some ribs for the same reason -- kressa took those as a souvenir. part of why i almost always draw esper wearing a corset or brace around their waist is because they're trying to compensate for an imbalance they feel in their muscle memory and to take some of the structural support strain off of their abs.

(yes, they've tried it. they didn't like it.)

[scrybe-of-death]

FRANTIC FANFICS

TITLE: For the funny (is this even for all ages??) FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sun, gnagle WRITERS: elsie, xeya, tailsbot RATED ALL AGES

One day, Gnaggagngle and Sun decide to go to therapy. Unfortunately for them, the only available therapist is Ragatha, who immediately has a mental breakdown because girlie needs help.

This now turns to Gangle, Sun, and Ragatha all crying together, doing pure crack as they did so. Wh.. do I even want to know?

Anyway, Sun then flared and died, falling facedown onto the table in front of them.

So now a high Gangle and a high Ragatha are next to a dead body.

"wow, that sure did happen, im still depresed" says Gnangel "Lets go kill Jax, for the funny!" ragatha exclaimed "For the funny!" gangle replied

so then the two went and found jax, who was chilling in a t pose as one does "Jax we here to kill you" said gagnle "No u" says Jax 'oh ok" replies ragatha, as both her and gnglea do the family guy death pose and die.

"wow! they had crack on them!" says Jax "im gonna do the crack, and then ill blow up Mars!" Jax proceeded to do the crack, and blew up mars

Jax then proceeded to become the new tumblr secymand

TITLE: Gangle's Secret love FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: gangle, james/mask WRITERS: gummy, tailsbot, xeya RATED ALL AGES Gangle and Mask were at a cafe, waiting on their order. Gangle had been showing off her sketchbook to Mask, flipping through pages, when suddenly Gangle remembered a particular sketch that was in there… Gangle was too late to snatch the sketchbook back, when Mask flipped the page. "What the hell is this?" He said incredulously. "NO NO NO NO NO!" Gangle screeched.

Unfortunately, all had been revealed…

as her life crumbled before her, she sat, watching the terror in masks face, as they witnessed the page. Her biggest secrets, shown to the world, now everyone would know that

Gangle drew herself, KISSING ZOOBLE!

Mask stared down at the BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIFYINGLY DETAILED DRAWING and slowly turned to look at Gangle. "Are you…" they began, their voice trembling… "…a homosexual?" Gangle profusely denied, but the truth was out. Gangle was gay for Zooble. "Gangle.. why didn't you tell anyone?!" "It was… sniffle… it was too much!!! I COULDN'T!!! ZOOBLE WOULD FIND OUT IM GAY FOR THEM!!!" Mask committed a hit and run on Gangle by smacking her upside the head with her sketchbook and ran over to Zooble. "GANGLE IS GAY FOR Y-" Mask was pulled backwards into the shadows by a mysterious ribboned force and was never seen again… Emerging from the shadows was Gangle! "Hello! Everything you just heard is WRONG." Gangle faded away.

"…What the f-"

TITLE: TOP TEN ANIME BATTLES: #1: SANS VS FREDDY FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sans, five nigt fredy WRITERS: xeya, gummy, elsie RATED ALL AGES Sans was gearing up for battle against Freddy Fazbear. He shined his Gaster Blaster and FUCKING obliterated a dummy. (mad dummy)

Freddy Fazbear showed up in a full blown mechasuit.

What the fuck.

Sans chuckled as he brandished his weapon. "I know your sins, Freddy. This won't end well for you." Freddy chuckled. "you may be strong, but you're still just a skeleton. One hit and you're done. I know you have a limit. How fast can we reach it?" Sans's eyes narrowed, and he pulled a hand from his pocket, his fingertips glowing blue. The bell rang, and the battle began, Sans dodged Freddy's attacks left and right, shooting arrays of bones in every direction. Freddy was hit several times, but this old bear was strong, and resisted the damage enough to keep going. "You're bear-ly taking a hit, arentcha?" Sans, joked, winking. Freddy Fazbear ignored this, and kept swinging.

Sans kept dodging attacks, but wondered how long he could keep this up…

And then he realized Freddy’s weakness… He’s electronic. And Sans has a bucket of water from an old door prank…

SPLASH

It was done.

@zooooble @thecomicallytragicgangle we wrote shipfic about you by the way

[olivelo]

Hiiii Hru I was wondering if u could do a Rengoku x reader where they are cuddling but then the reader finds out Regoku is ticklish? After that it just turns into all out war. I’d love to see it if it’s not a bother

a/n: Hello hello! I'm very well thank you, how are you? This is such a cute scenario I love it 😭. It really warmed my heart when I saw this in my inbox. Thank you so much for the request!!! It's never a bother. Hope you like it!

I also wrote some headcanons about how ticklish the demon slayer characters are, if you're interested!

Tickle wars with Rengoku <3

It was a chilly night at the estate, but despite the weather, you and Rengoku decided to go for a walk in the gardens to admire the cloudless skies. You sat together on the grass, admiring the intricate constellations painted across the blue-black canvas above you.

The air was still, and you could see your breath billowing out in a cloud in front of your face. You began to shiver, so both of you decided to head back to the house before you froze.

You and Rengoku were snuggled up extra close to keep warm. As you moved around to get comfortable, your elbow brushed lightly across his stomach, and you felt him flinch slightly. Did you hurt him? He hadn't mentioned being injured... so was he hiding something from you? You sat up and looked at him.

"Are you okay?" you asked earnestly. "Did I hurt you somehow?"

He laughed. "Not at all, my dear! I'm just-" he cut himself off. Should I tell them? Would it be dangerous to reveal such a thing?

"Just what?" you questioned, reaching out to touch his hand. "You can tell me, I just want to make sure you're okay."

He sighed, knowing that it was too late to back down now.

"I'm just... ticklish..."

The devilish glint in your gaze made him realise that he had just spelt out his own demise...

You shuffled forward slightly, an evil smile tugging at the sides of your mouth. "Ticklish, eh?" you drawled, holing your hand just above his stomach.

"Then... what will happen if I do... THIS!!"

You launched yourself across the futon and landed on top of Rengoku. You positioned yourself strategically with a knee on either side of him, so as to allow him room to move around, but not enough to escape your merciless tickles.

It took only a few seconds before Rengoku was a wheezing mess, laughing and hiccuping as you held him down.

"HAHAHAHAH-PLEASE-HAHAH-MY DEAR-HAHAHAH-"

"What?" you replied teasingly. "I couldn't quite hear you."

You raised your hand to your ear. "Could you repeat tha-"

Rengoku used your momentary lack of defence to initiate his counterattack. He sat up, grabbed your shoulders, and pinned you down just as you did to him.

The evil glint in your eyes faded. "Oh shi-"

"That was a well planned attack on your part my dear," Rengoku said, smiling affectionately. "But you won't be able to escape me!"

He reached forward and began to tickle around your ribs and shoulders.

You were in fits of laughter, rolling around in his grasp until, suddenly, you stopped. Rengoku stopped too, his gaze full of concern.

"My dear, are you alright?"

He gasped as a powerful force pushed him off you and onto his back. You stared down at him, smirking.

"I escaped."

He laughed merrily. "You did... no nO WAIT-"

Your laughter echoed out into the night, filling the air with a sense of joy. By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, the two of you had long crossed into the world of dreams, lying peacefully in each other's arms.

[asstronauts]

Alphabet Soup

rating: t word count: 1.7k pairing: jemily summary: perhaps love is in the little moments more than the grand gestures. 26 times (among many) that JJ and Emily fall a little bit more in love with each other in the everyday, smaller moments.

read on ao3, if you’d prefer

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A - alphabet soup

JJ bought cans of alphabet soup for the boys when Michael first began to read, but Emily quickly found it much more entertaining to spell out words like "boob" or "ass" or "sex?" punctuated with a poorly modified capital P in place of a question mark. JJ had to shut it down when Michael asked what a "tit" was, and Emily panicked and mumbled something about birds.

B - bedtime

They would often unwind by reading before bedtime, and JJ found that Emily read through many foreign literature books. The nights she would fall asleep to Emily stroking her hair and reading aloud in words she didn't understand were the nights she felt most rested.

C - constellations

It was clear that Emily didn't actually know any constellations besides the Big Dipper and Orion. But when she laid on the grass with Henry and Michael, she made up stories in the stars about great heroes and the adventures they went on, and the boys fell in love with the night sky.

D - driving

JJ insisted on driving everywhere without the help of smartphone maps, which had gotten them lost on several occasions. Somehow it felt alright, when she had one hand on the wheel and one hand on Emily's leg, the windows were down, and her hair was streaming in the wind and reflecting the setting sun. Somehow it felt alright to be lost with her.

E - errands

For whatever reason, JJ made running any errand seem like immense fun. Buying groceries, getting gas, even sending a letter felt like an adventure when she was there. They'd only gotten kicked out of one grocery store — when JJ had knocked over an entire display stand of candy bars after running and jumping onto a shopping cart. They didn't regret anything.

F - forehead kiss

JJ wasn't that much shorter than Emily, but when the brunette pressed her lips to her girlfriend's forehead, JJ would feel the need to bury her face in Emily's neck to hide her blushing cheeks.

G - graveyard

On that day, JJ just needed space. So Emily took her to the flower shop the day before and drove her to the cemetery that morning and left her alone until she was ready. In the evening, they didn't speak, just laid with one another on the couch until JJ fell asleep in her arms.

H - horror movie

It was a cheap jump scare, but it made JJ scream out and grab Emily's arm, prompting the older woman to laugh at her. JJ responded with a playful slap, and Emily had to kiss her to reaffirm her love. They didn't finish the movie.

I - ice cream

On a day off, Emily took the boys to get ice cream, and when they came home raving about how Emily had managed to stack five ice cream scoops on top of a single cone, JJ knew she was with the right woman.

J - jaw

Emily's knees grew weak whenever JJ kissed up her jaw and whispered in her ear. Her girlfriend caught on and loved messing with her, working her up into a complete frenzy, then saying the most unsexy thing she could think of. Emily hated it, but she also couldn’t help but to collapse into a fit of giggles when JJ planted kisses all up the side of her face and whispered something like "corned beef" in a seductive voice.

K - kitchen

JJ would use every kitchen utensil as a musical instrument during any spare moment in cooking — while the food was cooking, while the water boiled, while the oven was preheating. She would sing into a wooden spoon and shove it into Emily's face to finish the lyric, and the two would dance in each others' arms all throughout the kitchen.

L - letters

When Emily spent her time in Paris and London, she and JJ wrote each other scores of letters the times they weren't together. They'd both filled up an entire box of papers and knickknacks until they were reunited. Even after, JJ would sometimes write a letter addressed to Emily, drop it into the mailbox and tell Emily to check the mail, for no reason except to make her smile.

M - mugs

JJ had an entire cupboard dedicated to mugs for her tea, which Emily could never understand because she only seemed to ever use two of them: one being a lumpy mug Henry had made in a pottery store and the other being a Valentine’s Day gift from Emily with lovely ceramic boobs protruding from the mug’s body.

N - notes

Emily bought a massive pack of post-its and began leaving notes for JJ around work, bringing a smile to her face every time she found a little colorful message. Some were encouraging — you can do it, you light up my world, you're amazing. Some were cheesy — i love you, je t’aime, when you see this blow me a kiss. And some were...questionable — JJ had to hide the extremely accurate (and well-annotated!) drawing of her naked body before Hotch saw.

O - omelette

Most of the time, Emily couldn't cook without the risk of burning the house down, but for some reason, she made the most scrumptious omelette. Despite not knowing how to cook scrambled or fried or boiled eggs, Emily's omelettes were always perfectly cooked, with an impeccable ratio of egg to filling. JJ tried everything she could to make them the same way, but the boys always preferred Emily's omelettes on Sunday mornings. JJ wondered if it was something she learned during her time in Paris.

P - plants

Before JJ, Emily had never been very good at taking care of plants. They seemed to die with little to no warning. But JJ had taught her well, making little plant calendars and teaching her signs to watch out for, and one morning, JJ caught her talking to one of the plants. As she listened more carefully, she heard that Emily was talking to each plant in a different language — according to the plant’s country of origin.

Q - quiet

The moments after the boys were put to bed were some of the only moments of quiet JJ and Emily got alone during the day. No matter how busy or tired they were, they always intentionally took a few moments to just quietly be with one another, curled up in the other's arms, lying in the other's lap, or simply sitting side by side.

R - rain

They'd gotten caught in the storm on the way back to the office from lunch. Despite JJ’s coat held up above them, the pair was getting drenched anyway, and they gave up and decided to make out in the rain instead. They swung their hands back and forth as they splashed over to the BAU, arriving soaked to the bone but elated, as Hotch shook his head at their sodden clothing and dopey grins.

S - Sergio

Emily had arrived home early and found JJ dancing in the hallway with Sergio to "Can't Stop the Feeling" blasting on the bluetooth speaker. She lifted her ban on Justin Timberlake that day, which had previously been in place when in a moment of weakness, JJ had declared she would choose him over Emily if given the chance. (She’d taken it back for Emily's sake, but deep down she couldn't really decide.)

T - thermostat

JJ liked the thermostat to be set at no lower than 77 degrees, while Emily loved the room as cold as possible. The first few months that they lived together was a horrible battle of constantly changing from one drastic temperature to the next, before JJ finally agreed to keeping the temperature low as long as Emily agreed to cuddle with her any time she got cold. Emily did not, however, realize that this compromise extended to the workplace, where JJ would sporadically ask for cuddles throughout the day, and Emily would have to comply.

U - ugly pajamas

Emily loved her ugly pajama sets. One of her favorites was a bright green Grinch onesie in a ridiculous Christmas sweater. JJ hated it until Emily showed it to the boys, and Michael howled with laughter and asked for one for himself. From that day forward, Emily bought her ugly pajamas in full family sets, including accompanying costumes for Sergio.

V - vanilla

Emily didn’t quite mind JJ’s early morning jogs because her favorite moments were when JJ came home after, took a shower, and climbed back into bed to give Emily a warm embrace, flooding her senses with the smell of vanilla shampoo. Emily would roll over to nuzzle her head in the crook of JJ’s neck and plant soft kisses there, breathing in her favorite scent.

W - wine

Emily drank red, JJ drank white. And Henry and Michael loved to join in, pretending to be adults by sipping grape juice from their colorful cups. Perhaps their family had unconventional tea parties, but at least they always had massive amounts of fun doing family activities tipsy. These were the nights when it was almost difficult to tell the difference between Michael and Emily’s coloring pages.

X - X-Files

JJ didn’t fully understand Emily’s deep obsession with The X-Files, but after Emily convinced her that she wasn’t only watching for Gillian Anderson, the younger woman began finding the long rambles and discussions of extraterrestrial life more endearing and interesting.

Y - yarn

JJ really wanted to get the hang of knitting and give something special to the boys, but Emily kept distracting her. Any chance she got, Emily would hold the yarn balls to her chest as fake boobs, use threads of yarn as mustaches, and drum the knitting needles against any surface. It wasn’t that JJ couldn't finish her projects out of annoyance — it was that JJ couldn’t help but laugh and find her girlfriend irresistible, forcing her to set aside her work and wrap herself up instead in the brunette’s embrace.

Z - zoo

It was Emily's explosive childlike joy when she had seen the dolphins. She claimed it was for the boys’ sakes, but JJ had noticed the pure excitement in her eyes when they saw the sign and felt the way Emily had tugged on her wrist to rush to the stadium and grab seats right in the splash zone. And in the screams of laughter and the moment when both Henry and Michael clutched at Emily when the water washed over them, JJ knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this woman.

[ah-yes-paris]

beatles harmonies that cured my depression.

It is important that i discuss this. Well, not really important I just really wanted to share. This is in no particular order either it's just the ones that come to the top of my head lol. Feel free to reblog and share your own 😎

1. The "Woahoooah AHHHHH" from When I Get Home.

Not even words can describe the battery power that starts coursing through my veins when I hear this harmony. I cant even,....LIKE HELLO??? i have never heard such a blessing... Such a well-fitting triplet of voices singing a vowel thats made me feel like i can run 10 miles straight. They aren't real. The Beatles, of course. To this day I don't understand how this harmony exists in this universe. My ears melt everytime. One of my favorites, in case you couldn't tell.

2. The obvious.. "yeah yeah yeah YEAHH" from She Loves You :)

LET ME TELL YOU. oh my god let me tell yo u .. Way back when, when I was a new fan... Good lord. I was literally ascending. ASCENDING. i felt every inch of my body start to lift off the ground. Im sure im not the only one who's experienced this. I remember thinking 'how the wiggle wubble do 3 men sound so GOOD TOGETHER' IT DOES NOT ADD UP PEOPLE THE BEATLES HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF ROBOTIC BOY BAND GROWN IN A LAB THIS ISNT POSSIBLE how do we live on the same dimensional plane that this harmony lives on..

3. "The magical mystery tour, is coming to take you away, Coming to take you away!" from Magical Mystery Tour.

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guys. Guys you dont understand. This one line, adds, YEARS. LITERAL YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN. At this point I am fully immortal. The "coming to take you awayyy" makes my heart POUND. i love this song so much... And this line especially... It makes me go insane. Basically the beatles are manic melody genuises that have successfully spread one of the biggest diseases in musical history. Personally, I think this line was a clear example of why.

4. "Last night I said these words to my girl", "Please pleaase me, oh yeah, like i please you...", "...With you! Oh yeah, why do you make me blue" from Please Please Me.

do i even have to say anything. Well, i dont but i will for the sake of the post. There is so much. So much. About this song that I. I cant even,,. I would choose this song over SO MANY BEATLES SONGS DUDE. not that its cause i think its better than all the others but it just holds such a special place in my heart. Its the only song thats Ever made me feel some intense wave of nostalgia for a decade i wasnt even born in. Its one of the songs that continue to make me question the beatles existance. How could something like this ever come to reality. My brain has never been so pleased in its life.

5. "Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me" from If I Needed Someone.

The way that this song was added into my Liked playlist SO QUICKLY...... God. I love george. Hes my favorite after all. Rubber Soul as a whole makes me feel warm inside but this song and this one line just hits so much more intensely for some reason... Their voices just flow insanely well and I just DONT UNDERSTAND HOW. its like an angel choir making its way through the clouds as you see the gate to heaven start to appear. Wonderful song and mind-blowing harmony... The beat is so good too and i just explode.

6. The "ahhhhh Ahhhhh AHhhhh *inhale* AHHHhhhh AHHHHH *inhale* AHHHHHH" from Day Tripper.

HOLY JESUS CHIRST THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK... There are undeniably A BUNCH of other flawless harmonies in this song but my god the beatles knew what they were doing. Thats all I'm going to say really.... But once again. Power. In my veins. A few listens to this song and you'll find yourself having the strength of 1,000 men.

7. "Oh, now", "All I want is you" from Dig a Pony.

FIRST LYRIC... ITS LITERALLY 2 WORDS AND YET IT CONTINUES TO BLOW MY MIND. Something about the "Oh" ...... Its like an arrow passing through my heart I dont even know guys. Im not lying when I say it makes me feel like im floating. It makes me feel like i can quite literally grow wings and fling myself towards the sun. Dont even get me started on "All I want is you".......it literally triples the effect. It makes me go ballistic. The song is just mindless lyrics but the harmonieeesss.....

8. "Ah girlll.... *inhaeahelrlsseeesh* Girrll...." from Girl.

no words. Like. No words. I cant even. I seriously dont need to explain this one. Im just going to drop the isolated vocals version because if you havent listened to it you are MISSING OUT... you thought the originally recorded song was the greatest cause of your heart palpitations? Well you thought WRONG.

THIS IS.

9. "I love youwoowooowoowoooo...", "ask me WHYY..", "I can't believe.. Its happened to MEeee", "i cant concieve *doo doo doo do doo* of anymore *dun dun dun* MISERY" from Ask Me Why.

GOD OK LISTEN im just gonna say this now i absolutely adore and favor the please please me album so much i dont care what anyone says ok im such a sucker for their early sappy love songs ITS SO MANY GOOD HARMONIES ESPECIALLY FROM THIS ONE. MY GOD i listen to this and i feel like im with a lover late at night and we're like at one or the others house keeping each other warm and being all romantic and happy. Specifically the part that goes "ask me whyy I say i love you.. (OOOOHHHOOOO) and im always thinking of youuhoohohoo..." LIKE COME ON PLEAEE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM INSIDE AND I SMILE IN AN INSTANT GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. Whenever i think im sad i go "no im not because Please Please Me." And its like all the sudden everything im sad about just poof disappears!

10. "If theres anything that you want.. IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DOOOO" from From Me To You.

I am so in love with this song you guys i have no idea I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT HAS THIS LITTLE SWING TO IT SPECIFICALLY BETWEEN THESE 2 LINES THAT MY BRAIN SEEKS FOR NEARLY EVERY DAY. the amount of blessing i get from this song is more than i can comprehend its literally insane i cant even. How does someone do this how did the beatles make music guys I am seriously so dumbfounded like they just sat there and wrote banger after banger like WHAT. this song makes me believe that life isnt as horrible as it seems and if im lucky enough i can just sing and dance to this song for all of eternity. There are also so many other good harmonies in this one as well...

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In conclusion the beatles have had a chokehold on me for 3 years but I mean their stupid groundbreaking songs keep drawing me back in so.... This has also made me come to the conclusion that the Beatles simply arent real because I still dont believe a band can not only write consistent hits, but also harmonize in a way that causes me to spin around while doing backflips.

Thank you for your time.

[c-is-writing]

i do adore

pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

genre: f l u f f

word count: 1775

warnings: yet again, i did not proofread this lmao. i am just typing whatever comes to my mind. otherwise, it’s just really fluffy so pls enjoy!!

a/n: good morning, i am writing this at 1am. i should be working on my college apps but this fic was just living in my mind rent-free and would not leave until i wrote it. also, this fic is inspired by and has lyrics from a song called “i do adore” by mindy gledhill. it’s a really cute song :’DD

Everything you do, it sends me

Higher than the moon with every

Twinkle in your eye

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

 Ever since you had joined the Avengers, a certain brunette always caught your eye. You’d find yourself paying more attention to her than anyone else. At this moment, you lean against the kitchen counter, completely entranced by the way she spoke animatedly to Natasha. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders. The way she waved her hands around, using her actions to emphasize what she’s saying. How the kitchen lights gleamed in her eyes, illuminating them. 

God, she’s so cute. And smart. And genuine. And caring. I- “Hello? Y/N? You there?” You are quickly brought out of your thoughts as a grimy hand waved in front of your face, blocking your view of Wanda. Your face scrunches up in disgust as you grip Tony’s grease-covered hand to stop it from moving, only to release it immediately after. Smiling, Wanda watches you glance at your now-dirty hands and start searching for a towel, careful not to get anything else dirty. You mumble, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, just..distracted.”  

Natasha notices that the young girl’s attention is elsewhere and decides to put a pause on the conversation. As she bids her goodbyes, Wanda takes it as her cue to head over to where you were, crouched next to the cabinets, searching for soap. “Need help?” The melody of her words steals your attention as you turn your head, meeting her blue eyes. Suddenly, your heart begins to pound and you can hear the heartbeats in your ears. At a loss for words, you shake your head and quickly rush out of the kitchen, not caring about your dirty hands. Wanda just stands in the kitchen alone, wondering about what just happened.

 When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forté

But it brings me to my knees when you say

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

I fall into a pile on the floor

 It’s been only a day since the kitchen incident and that’s when you realized that you, Y/N L/N, have a crush on the one and only Wanda Maximoff. Groaning and draping your arm over your eyes, you ask seemingly no one “Oh, God. What if she doesn’t like me back?” You’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as you begin to think about her. You like, maybe even love, everything about her. Flashes of her laughs and smiles run through your head, like cars on a freeway until a knock on your door disturbs you. It creaks open and you have yet to remove your arm that’s covering your eyes. 

You feel the bed dip as you hear the voice you’ve grown to love, “Hey, how are you, darling? It seemed like you weren’t feeling well yesterday.” Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you bury your face into the pillow as you slowly melt into it. In a muffled voice, “I’m fine, Wans. I think I’m just tired.” She knows that there’s something you’re not telling her but she refrains from looking into your thoughts. “Okay, well, I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready.” and with that she gets up and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.  

Sighing, you sit up and start getting ready for the day. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the way she called you darling, causing you to fumble with everything you come into contact with. In your flustered state, you nearly drop your phone, accidentally put on mismatching socks, and trip over yourself as you open the door. Quickly composing yourself, you take a breath and start heading towards breakfast. Oh boy, what a start to my morning.

 We're as different as can be

I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed

And I'm overly uptight

We balance out each other nicely

 “Y/N?! When’s the last time you took a break?”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure...but I just have so much paperwork to complete, I can’t really afford to take a break.”

“Nope. You’re taking one right now. Your health and sanity is more important than some paperwork.”

“But, Wans, I-”

“No buts. I’m going to a café and I’m dragging you with me”

Admitting defeat, you place the pen in your hand down and mark out where you stopped. Your joints crack as you rise up from the chair that you’ve been sitting in for almost 8 hours. Wanda gives you a smile and holds her hand out, signaling for you to take it. Gently taking a hold of her hand, she pulls you along with her, not noticing how clammy they are. 

A few minutes after you leave the compound, you readjust your grip on her hand to interlace each others’ fingers. As you walk at a steady rhythm, you feel more relaxed, all of the stress from the paperwork leaving your body. Wanda takes note of how your shoulders aren’t as tense and you seem to be enjoying yourself. She carefully looks over your figure; how the sun reflects in your eyes, bringing out their color, how the wind gently ruffles your hair, how you sigh contently when you lean your head against her shoulder. 

“Thanks for bringing me out here.” She squeezes your hand, “Of course, Y/N. I care about you. Plus, it looked like you really needed a break from that hellish paperwork.” Laughing at her comment, you don’t notice how Wanda looks at you as if you were a masterpiece in an art gallery; her eyes, full of adoration.

 Puppy love is hard to ignore

When every little thing you do, I do adore

 Arriving at the café shortly after, Wanda holds the door open for you as you step in, the smell of coffee beans and gingerbread floating through the air. She giggles as your eyes light up when they spot the gingerbread cookies on display. You turn your head to face her, offering a shy smile that sends butterflies into her stomach. Walking up to the counter, you realize that you aren’t holding hands anymore so you slowly link your pinky with hers, hoping that she’ll get the message. As she orders your guys’ drinks and a gingerbread cookie for you, she feels your finger hook on to hers. While the barista finalizes the order, Wanda releases your pinky finger, only to reattach her hand to yours, interlocking fingers once more. 

After paying, you opt to sit at a table next to a large window with plants placed along the windowsill. Wanda looks at the outside world, lost in her thoughts as she unconsciously brushes her thumb against your knuckles in a soothing motion. You take this time to commit this moment to memory -- Wanda watching the cars pass by as the golden sunset behind her creates a glowing aura surrounding her body. Spending a few more seconds basking in this quiet moment with her, you realize that you want more than what you have with her. You want to wake up next to her. You want to be the shoulder that she cries on. You want to be the person whose arms hold her up and protect her when she is too tired to do so. You want to be hers. 

Hearing her name being called, Wanda pries her eyes away from the cars and sees you staring at her with eyes full of adoration and love. She gives your hand a light squeeze and promises to be back as she heads to the counter to pick up the drinks and cookie. As she returns with the drinks in hand, you graciously take yours and, with a child-like excitement, ask “Is that for me?” when you notice the gingerbread cookie in her hand. Giggling at your reaction, she tells you yes and slides it over to you. 

 Finding words, I mutter

Tongue-tied, twisted

Foot in mouth, I start to stutter

Ha, ha, Heaven help me

The two of you fall into an effortless conversation that never stops until the café reaches its closing hours. You notice the time and can’t believe that you’ve been talking for nearly three hours with Wanda. As you apologize to the employees for staying so late, Wanda has a fond smile and reaches out for your hand. Grabbing her hand, you step outside and begin your walk back to the compound. For a majority of the walk, it’s quiet with the gentle tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk and occasional car passing by. You keep thinking about Wanda and how much you want to be with her. Wanda glances over, only to see you spaced out, thoughts swirling in your mind. 

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” 

“Aren’t you able to read other people’s minds?” you quip. 

She chuckles and says, “Yes, but I would never read your mind without consent.” You pause, debating on whether or not you should tell her. Noticing your sudden silence, Wanda tilts her head in confusion and stops walking, pulling you back to her. The stop in movement brings you out of your thoughts. You quickly glance down and reach for her hand that’s not being held. Holding both of her hands, you look up to see her eyes, filled with concern. 

“Look, Wans. I-” You sigh and look down at your shoes, unsure of what you want to say. A few moments of silence pass by as you take a deep breath and confess, “Wanda, I really like you. Hell, I might even love you. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh, the way you take care of me and check in on me, the way you control your powers and wield them with such grace. Everything you do, I do adore. And, I just- I...I was wondering if youwouldliketobemygirlfriend?” 

Wanda blinks at you with a dumbfounded expression, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit.” You hesitate, “Well, I- uh, um...Wanda, would you like to be my girlfriend?” After hearing those words, she flashes you a smile brighter than the sun and pulls you in a hug. “Yes, I would love to be yours, Y/N.” You release the breath you didn’t notice you were holding and stay in her embrace, soaking in the warmth radiating from her body. She pulls away slightly and moves to kiss you, pausing and searching your eyes for permission. With a slight nod, you move closer and meet her lips halfway. I really do adore her.

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[babybakuu]

Hey I have to request for Bakugou x reader prompt: 11 & 18 pls

request from this prompt list!

11. Wow, you look..amazing. & 18. That was kind of hot. 

A/N: im so sorry these are taking so long to come out lmaooo i have writers block and im really hating editing rn so this will be half way unedited,, thank u for requesting and waiting babie,, also its under a read more bc i can’t believe i wrote mfing 3k words for this 

“Wow,” Katsuki says almost breathlessly, “you look..amazing.” 

Your eyes narrow in on the blonde who’s currently standing in your doorway. You can’t tell if he’s lying or simply just pulling your leg. Did he always have to be so sarcastic? “Haha, very funny Katsuki.” You’re rolling your eyes with a pink tint on your cheeks and your hands start to fidget with the bottom of your dress. “Can we just get this over with?” 

“I’m being serious you know. You look good.” He says as he holds out an arm for you to grab and you do. But you were waiting for it- the punchline, the teasing- “I didn’t know a gorilla could dress up so nice.” 

There it was.

“Shut the hell up.” You deliver a solid punch to his arm as he leads you to his car but he doesn’t even flinch. “Remember I’m doing you a favor, if you’re not nice to me maybe I’ll slip up and tell your parents during dinner that we’re not really dating.” 

He pauses and glances in your direction. “You wouldn’t.”

You shrug. “Maybe I would. How long has this been going on for Katsuki? 6 months? 8? How disappointed would they be to hear-”

“Alright, just shut up.” He huffs, holding the car door open. You’re cocking an eyebrow at him, arms folded against your chest, and the expression has him hesitating. “I mean uh, please..shut up?” 

A scoff slips past your lips and you find yourself rolling your eyes. “Better.” You sigh, while climbing in. “Not the best but better.” The door closes with a thump next to you and you’re scanning his car. It’s spotless like usual, the leather seats didn’t have a speck of dust on them, and it smells just like burnt caramel- a scent that was growing on you a little too much. 

“Brief me.” You say as he climbs in. “What have we done since we last saw your parents?” 

“You tell me.” 

“How come I have to think of everything in this fake relationship?” A prominent pout is on your face and for a second, you swore you saw him staring at your lips. Was your choice of lipstick too much? Not good enough? You’re suddenly self conscious but he turns away, buckles his seat belt, and starts driving.

“Well, if we were really dating- what would you like to do?” He catches a glance from the corner of his eyes and you’re sitting there, arms folded against your chest and that pout on your lips fades. 

“If we were really dating huh.” You absentmindedly repeat. The sentence settles in your mind and the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering. 

If you two were really dating..how nice would that be? You wouldn’t see him every once in a blue moon when he asked you to come to dinner with his parents. You’d probably get to eat more of his cooking. And maybe, just maybe- he would hold your hand just because he wanted to, not for show. 

“Hello? Earth to planet dumbass?” He questions, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Uh..camping..” You reply. “I’d really like to go camping.” 

“Camping..huh. I didn’t expect that from you.” 

“Well, I’d want to do something you enjoy and I’ve never been so..” 

“Maybe we should go.” He pauses, throwing another glance in your direction. “Just you and me, it’ll be fun.” A small smile spreads across your face and your stomach is doing backflips at the thought. Just you and him? How many days would you spend together completely alone? “Can’t wait to see you eat shit while hiking.” 

“Fuck you asshole. I take it back, I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” He does this ugly laugh snort thing and you can’t help but smile as your heart flutters a bit for the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. Maybe you should go see a doctor for that. 

“Seriously- clear your schedule for next week, I’ll take you for your birthday.” And suddenly, you find yourself holding a hand against your heart and you’re warm, so so warm. 

“You..remembered?” 

“Why would I not remember my girl’s birthday?” He asks as if it’s the dumbest question ever.  

My girl. 

Your head is spinning and that smile tugging at the corner of your lips won’t go away no matter how hard you’re trying to make it disappear.

“What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?” 

Oh.

Right. 

This wasn’t real. And like magic the smile on your lips is gone. 

“Yeah..haha.” You’re forcing a laugh but the disappointment on your face is evident. Your gritting your teeth and mentally cursing at the fact you are so so so head over heels in love with him. Curse him for being so handsome, for being so tall, for being so charming but at the same time annoyingly sarcastic, for being-

“Are you okay?” Katsuki asks breaking you out of your thoughts. He gives you this look. His eyebrows are furrowed, his head is tilted, and there’s genuine concern in his eyes. “We’ve been parked for ten minutes and you haven’t said a word.” 

“Sorry, I was uh, thinking about something.” He’s staring at you with those red eyes that make you squirm in your seat with an intensity that rivaled the sun itself. Those eyes could pierce through metal just with a glance and he was looking at you with them? You’d probably die if you made direct eye contact. 

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

And when those words slip out of his mouth, you have an urge to confess right there and then. You want to tell him you’ve been in love with him since you’ve started this whole charade. But you don’t. Instead, you nod your head at his comment and reassure him you’re fine. He sits there, staring at you with those piercing red eyes and lets out a sigh. You know he doesn’t fall for it, he knows something’s not right, but he gets out of the car anyways.

“Watch your step.” He says. His hand is outstretched, inviting, big and warm. You take it and when your hand intertwines with his, you feel better. 

“Thanks.” You mutter while attempting to memorize the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. What if this just ended tomorrow? What if he finds someone else that he genuinely likes? His fingers are laced perfectly between yours as if they were built, molded, and created just for you. But you don’t notice your head getting a little too close to the car frame because you’re so memorized by the warmth radiating from him and-

clunk. 

“Ouch.” You wince. 

“I guess I should’ve warned you to watch your head.” He laughs. 

“Shut up.” Your hand is rubbing your sore head and there’s this adorable expression on your face but Katsuki would never tell you that, not in a million years. Instead, he places a large hand head on your head, he pulls you in close, and kisses the sore spot on your head. It doesn’t hurt so much after that. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest?” His mom’s voice rings from behind you two. 

Greetings are exchanged alongside a few hugs and kisses and you’re laughing while watching the poor boy next to you get smothered in his mother’s lipstick. He swears he’ll get you back later and mutters something under his breath about “smothering you in kisses to see how you like it” but you ignore his empty threats and wipe off the prominent red on his face with your thumb. “My handsome baby.” You coo, imitating his mother, and pinching his cheek. He tells you to knock it off as he swats away your hand and that he “hates being treated like a 5 year old” but that smile on his face tells you otherwise. So you poke a little more fun, tease a little more, and he’s on the verge of leaning down and peppering your face in kisses but his father clears his throat when his hands are roughly cupping your face, and he remembers- he’s in public, in front of his parents, about to kiss the shit out of your face. 

He lets it slide this time. 

Everyone’s sitting at a table now. You two are poliety taking sips of your water and his mother is going on about their jobs, their daily lives, and maybe even possibly having another kid. Katsuki practically chokes as soon as he hears this comment and you’re attempting to hold in a laugh and at the same time juggle the liquid in your mouth while watching the blonde boy attempt to hide his coughs with a red face. 

“Just kidding.” His mother says while folding her hands and placing her elbows on the table. For a minute, she’s sitting there with her head resting on her folded hands watching you attempt to gulp down the water but choking at the same time. She’s watching Katsuki point a finger at you and choking a second time on his spit. So now, you’re both looking at each other having a laughing and coughing fit, all the while struggling to just breathe. Ah, just how cute could you two be? But when she opens her mouth to say something, her husband cuts her off taking the words right out of her mouth. “You two really love each other, don’t you?” 

And suddenly you two are caught like a deer in headlights. Katsuki’s cheeks are burning red and yours are a matching shade. “No need to be embarrassed!” Masaru exclaims. “It’s just that- you two look at each other with..uh..” 

“So much love.” Mitsuki interjects. 

“W-what?” Katsuki stutters. 

“It’s the same way your father looks at me.” She says. “Don’t be embarrassed, tell your girlfriend how much you love her. I mean, you must’ve said I love you to each other already. It’s been about 7 months, right Masaru?” Katsuki’s reaching for his glass, pretending to be incredibly thirsty in hopes someone changes the subject. 

“He’s said I love you already, hasn’t he (Y/N)?” 

“Oh- are we ready to order?” You’re attempting to change the subject, you really are but Bakugous are relentless. You would know. 

“Has he not?” Mitsuki gasps. 

“I- uh-” 

“Don’t meddle so much!” Masaru interjects. And for a moment you thank the lord for making Masaru Bakugou. 

“We’re ready to order!” Katsuki yells for the waiter halfway across the restaurant, turning multiple heads in your direction and earning several glares. 

“Smooth. Real smooth.” You whisper low enough for him to hear. You’re stifling a laugh as you land a playful smack on his thigh.

“Shut it.” He’s biting back a smile and before you could pull your hand away, he takes it in his, giving it a little squeeze. 

Ah.

Dinner was always fun with the Bakugou’s. 

Before you know it, the night is over. You’re hugging his mother goodbye and she invites you to a family gathering in two weeks, which you politely accept. His father on the other hand is in the corner giving him what seems to be a heart to heart talk but the way the blonde keeps on glancing in your direction every so often has you curious. What were they talking about? 

“You know he loves you right? That boy won’t shut up about you.” Mitsuki laughs. A blush forms on your cheeks. “And you know how hard it is to get him to talk about anything.” 

You’re simply nodding your head as she continues to talk about anything and everything and at the same time you’re absentmindedly rubbing your arms. Why was it so cold today? “I think it’s time to go.” Katsuki appears behind you, dropping his big coat on your shoulders. Thank lord he was practically a human heater thanks to his quirk. You’re burying your face into his jacket. 

Was your face cold? Yes. 

But did you also want to engulf yourself into his scent before the night was over? Yes.

 “Come on, let’s go before you freeze to death.” You both say your goodbyes a second time and make way to his car. “Don’t hit your head.” He muses holding the door open. You shoot him a glare but he’s chuckling at the sight. “Cute.” He snorts. You’re sitting the car now, his jacket around your frame, and you look up at him- your mouth ready to shoot back a sarcastic remark but you freeze. His eyes are soft, he’s wearing this small smile that could probably melt the sun itself, and at that moment, he just looks so..content. Your heart is swelling at the sight. 

“What are you looking at idiot?” He snaps but that smile on his face grows wider and you feel your heart skip a beat. You gulp. Why did he just have to look so handsome- so perfect? It was almost as if he was asking you to confess-  to let him know how much he meant to you, how much you liked him. 

“You’re a little ugly looking.” You reply. He does that ugly snort laugh again and he rolls his eyes while slamming the door shut. 

“Yeah fucking right.” You hear him scoff through the car door. “Me? Ugly?” He’s inside now, taking his seat and placing his hands on the steering wheel. “You just have really bad taste in men.” 

“Yes, exactly why I’m dating you at the moment.” 

For a minute he’s taken back at the fact someone could match his energy- his sarcasticness but a smile is on his lips nevertheless. “I am not fucking ugly.” He says, he’s half joking half serious and you can tell he’s actually concerned..? But the Great Katsuki affected by your comment? Wow, dinner and a show. “Right..?” 

“Mhmm, yeah sure. You’re the handsomest man out there.” 

“You just have shitty taste in men.” He repeats. “I was voted the sexiest hero of the year- of the decade! Any woman would be happy to have me.” 

“Okay Katsuki, whatever you say.” You’re giggling at how hard he’s taking this, it was almost as if his pride was being ripped to shreds by one small comment. 

“And I was voted the best dancer, singer, kisser-” 

“Kisser? How the hell did they come to that conclusion?” 

“Word of mouth.” 

“You? Kissing a girl? I’m your first girlfriend and our relationship is fake.” 

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed someone before.” His tone is cocky, his chest is puffing out a little, and what was with that annoying ass smirk on his face? 

“Yeah right.” You laugh. “Come on, just take me home so I can watch my show and eat ice cream.” 

“You don’t believe me?” His raising an eyebrow and his eyes had a little glint in them. What was that? Cockiness? Pride? You didn’t know but whatever it was- it was making you nervous. 

“I don’t know if I would believe a teen magazine.” Your eyes are rolling and you’re getting semi annoyed with how adamant he was being. Did he really have to insist he was the best at everything? How the hell did you even measure how good of a kisser someone was? 

“Kiss me then.” He says, your heart skips a beat and your cheeks instantly flush. 

“W-what?” 

“I said kiss me you idiot. I’ll show you I’m the best fucking kisser in all of Japan.” You’re laughing, you’re laughing so hard to the point tears are brimming in the corner of your eyes but when you look over and his face is as serious as can be, you gulp. “I think I’ll just take your word for it Katsuki.” 

“What? You scared or something?” Damn that blonde always knew how to push your buttons. 

“Me? Scared of what? Kissing? Pfft.” 

“Seems like you’re scared.” He says relaxing back into his seat and then his eyes grow wide and realization hits him. “Could this be..your first kiss?” 

“WHAT NO- I mean- I’ve kissed plenty of boys before.” 

“Then what’s the problem with kissing me?” 

“You really want to do this?”

“I’m just trying to prove a point.” He shrugs. 

You’re sitting there, cheeks flushed as you chew on your bottom lip and then you look up at him. His arm is now resting on the side of your seat and he’s dangerously close. Why was he ten times more handsome up close in a dark parking lot? Did the waiter spike your drink? Why were you suddenly dizzy and unable to breathe properly?

“Let’s get it over with then you idiot.” You sigh. You have to put up this fake act. You had to beat that cocky blonde at his own game. And you had to show him that he wasn’t the best at everything.

So he leans in and you do too. The smell of burnt caramel is stronger than ever and you swear it was intoxicating. Also, where did he get a mint from? Was he planning on doing this all along? Pressuring you into some kind of kissing competition because he knew you wouldn’t refuse? But that meant he would probably like you too. That couldn’t be..right? 

But when his lips are on yours and your mouths are dancing together, there’s one thought that pops into your head.

Fuck. He was good.

One hand is under your chin, tilting your head up and the other is pulling you in deeper- closer, and you’re desperately trying not to melt into his hands. If he wasn’t careful, you’d probably let him know how head over heels in love you were. 

He pulls away, his lips now pink and swollen, and he cocks an eyebrow. His face just screams it-was-great-wasn’t-it-? and you’re sitting there unable to even think straight. 

“So?” He asks, folding his arms against his chest. He knows he won the argument and he knows he proved his point, so did he still need to ask? Oh. Because he’s Bakugou Katsuki.

“That..was kind of hot.” You admit. He’s laughing as your cheeks flush a bright red but you can’t get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind.

“So now that we’ve officially kissed, we should officially date as well.” He’s throwing you a glance as he buckles in his seatbelt but you’re too dazed to hear what he said. 

“Hmm?” You question, your finger is on your bottom lip and your mind is attempting to wrap around the fact that you and the boy you’ve had a crush on for the past 7 months just kissed you. 

“I said,” He leans over a second time, this time placing a small peck on your lips, “be my girl.” 

[lunarmessenger]

Seeing Your Ex in Public (RFA, V, & Saeran)

i thought of this when i was talking about my ex with my fianceé and it wouldn’t leave until i wrote it out so have this :) don’t forget to send in requests if you guys want to see me write something specific! - luna xx

(p.s. my fianceé said she would literally beat the shit out of him if we saw him in public and i went feraaaaaaal lmfao)

Zen

• You were out at a local bar after riding Zen’s motorcycle for a small impromptu date

• The two of you hadn’t even noticed your ex at first because you were having so much fun hanging out

• It was only when you’d parted from Zen to go use the restroom when you’d accidentally bumped into your ex

• You’d spilt beer all over them and they were angry, ready to curse you out until they stopped dead in their tracks.

• “MC? Wow, it’s been awhile huh? Glad to see you’re still the same clumsy person you’ve always been.” They laughed, almost in a mocking way as you muttered an apology and rolled your eyes to walk away.

• Before you knew it they’d grabbed your arm, tugging you back to them with a small smirk.

• “Hey, where are you going?” You could tell that they were a bit tipsy, but that was no excuse honestly

• “Get your hands off of me.” You didn’t yell but you were stern enough that they knew you meant business; unfortunately you were ignored as they tried to flirt with you

• Then all of a sudden you saw a flash of silver and your ex was on the ground

• Zen was on top of them, eyes dark with anger as he almost growled at them with their shirt bunched up in his fists

• “Who the fuck are you and why are you touching my girlfriend?”

• You wrapped your arms around him and pried him off of them, telling him to let it go and to just take you home

• He only obliged when he saw how absolutely terrified your ex looked, sneering at him as he wrapped an arm around you

• “Touch her again and I’ll make sure every single limb is broken.”

• Zen please calm down but also that’s so hot omg take me home daddy 

Yoosung

• Yoosung is jealous in nature tbh so when you were out walking at the park and you saw your ex you were praying that they didn’t see you

• But of course life likes to mess with you and your ex noticed you both immediately

• “MC! Hey, MC wait up!”

• Yoosung immediately tensed, his brows furrowing as he gave a light but cautious chuckle

• “Who’s that coming towards us MC?”

• “Yoosung don’t—”

• Before you could even finish your ex wrapped you up in their arms and gave a tight hug, making you yelp in both surprise and panic

• You looked at Yoosung and felt your panic worsen because the look in his eyes was absolutely chaotic and threatening

• “Please put me down ____.”

• “Ah, sorry! It’s just been so long, I’ve really missed you...”

• “I’m sure you do, MC’s absolutely amazing right?”

• Yoosung interjected loudly, his hand coming to your waist and bringing you close so that you were pressed firmly into him.

• Your ex didn’t notice the hostile tone but definitely took notice of his eyes, and that was enough to send them off with their tail in between their legs

• “S-sorry; see you around, MC.”

• “I don’t think so.”

• You and Yoosung walked away and it took you hours to convince him that you left them for a reason and he was the only one who occupied your heart now

• That night he definitely showed you that you were his though and honestly you loved every second of it 

Jaehee

• You were both just casually grocery shopping together

• It was common that you both were hit on in public sometimes because you weren’t openly obvious that you two were in a relationship

• So Jaehee figured this was nothing different as she noticed someone coming up and their eyes focused on you

• But she didn’t know that they were your ex so as soon as they’d dropped your name she was all of a sudden on edge

• “Who is this, MC?”

• “Oh, I’m _____. Nice to meet you. So how’ve you been MC? Just hanging out with friends? It’s been a while huh. I think about you all the time.”

• Um excuse me but who is this MC and why are they saying they always think about you that is my job

• She isn’t very expressive with her words or face but her actions are extremely loud

• Almost immediately your arm was intertwined with hers, and she sent them a small but polite smile while you explained that you and Jaehee were not friends.

• But your ex was still not getting the hint so she finally decided to speak up

• “So MC maybe I could take you out for—”

• “I am sorry to disappoint you but I am MC’s girlfriend. Please leave us alone. Now.”

• Your ex was extremely flustered and didn’t say anything while walking away

• Jaehee was satisfied that they were gone but still kept her arm intertwined with yours as a small reminder that you weren’t going anywhere

Jumin

• Jumin had taken you out to the mall since you’d been going on and on about a shop that had a bunch of cute toys for pets

• So of course he wanted to indulge your interests and wanted to see if there was anything that was worthy of elizabeth the 3rds affections

• Holding hands, the two of you walked wordlessly around the mall but the love was there, and Jumin was honestly happy that you’d wanted him to come with you to the mal

• That is until your ex came up from behind and gave you a hug

• “MC! How are you? Mm you still feel the same as usual! It’s been so long!”

• what the F U C K

• “Excuse me, but could you take your hands off my wife?”

• Wife as far as you knew you and Jumin are not married what

• “Oh...wife? I’m so sorry.”

• Your ex was beyond terrified because the Jumin Han was glaring daggers at them as he brought you close

• “I would advise you to walk away now, before something happens that all of us will regret.”

• His tone was calm, but terrifying; it even sent shivers down your spine and they weren’t even directed towards you

• “Jumin it’s okay let’s just go home” You patted his chest while basically ignoring your ex, leading Jumin back to the van that was patiently waiting for you two

• “Please tell me their name, MC. I will make sure that they never bother you again.”

• “Jumin no I know what you’re going to do and do not do it please.”

• He doesn’t do it but he wants to so bad

707

• You both rarely leave the house so of course you had the luck that you’d run into your ex while taking a short stroll through the park

• It wasn’t exactly the cleanest breakup and you knew that your ex still had ill feelings towards you

• “Saeyoung can we go back home? I think I’ve had enough sun for today.”

• “Of course MC; is everything okay?”

• “I’d know that voice anywhere, MC. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

• You’d immediately tensed next to Saeyoung and he knew that this was not somebody that was friendly with you

• “Hello! I’m Saeyoung, nice to meet you. If you’d please leave us be, that’d be great, thanks! See you never!” His tone was cheerful and polite and you were thankful he was doing all the talking

• But your ex remained unfazed as they gave you a puppy dog face while pouting

• “What, don’t want to speak to me MC? After everything we’ve been through? Don’t tell me you forgot.”

• You glared at them, hand squeezing Saeyoung’s as you found the courage to speak

• “That’s in the past; I’m happy now, so just leave us alone. Have a great life, ______.”

• They still wouldn’t let up, going so far as to try to grab your arm

• In an instant Saeyoung was gripping their arm right back, squeezing tightly as he still kept that light tone with a deadly face

• “You heard MC, it’s in the past. Now leave us alone. Before you regret it.”

• “That was enough to make them finally back off, and with that Saeyoung took you home and comforted you

• He definitely hacked into their system and spammed them with cute pictures of himself in drag, ending the spam with a threatening message to never talk to you again

V

• You were both sitting in the park enjoying a small picnic together, V’s head lying in your lap while you read a book to him

• Suddenly a soccer ball had rolled your way, someone jogging over to collect it while apologizing

• You’d instantly recognized them and gave a polite but tight smile while saying hello

• V instantly sensed the change in your mood and sat straight up, sitting beside you while rolling the ball towards the person waiting

• “Hey, MC. You look like you’re doing well. Do you still have my number? Maybe we can hang out sometime.”

• You declined, making sure that they could see you slipping your hand into V’s as he gave a warm smile to your ex.

• “It’s nice to meet you, and I’m sure you have many memories of you and MC, but please respect our relationship.”

• He wasn’t angry so to speak, but with how polite he was while being stern in a sense, it was enough to make your ex just shut up and take the soccer ball back to their friends

• “Are you okay MC? Feel a bit better now?”

• You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder while taking a deep breath

• “Yeah. Thank you V.”

Saeran

• The two of you were seated outside of an ice cream shop on a bench with your favorite flavors

• Saeran was over the moon of course; he was just happy he got to spend the day with you and eat his favorite food

• But then you were approached by someone and their friends and you realized oh god it’s my ex

• “Hey, MC. How are you? Didn’t expect to see you here.”

• You were uncomfortable and tried to ignore him, scooting a bit closer to Saeran who was already on guard.

• “Do you know them, MC?”

• “Oh so you haven’t talked about me? I’m hurt. I’m MC’s ex.”

• Saeran did not like them

• Like at all

• “That’s great, I don’t care. Can you go away now?”

• Your ex laughed and that was when you grew a little nervous while Saeran just gave him a small smile

• “So, you’re with someone tough now?”

• Before you knew it Saeran was on them, his ice cream on the ground and his hand around their neck, squeezing hard

• “Saeran get off of them! Let’s just go!”

• But he wasn’t letting up, his smile never leaving his face as he grinned down at your ex

• “Do you still find me funny? Will you leave us alone if I let you go?”

• Your ex nodded extremely fast and within a flash Saeran was on his feet with a straight face, eyes dark as he leaned in one more time and growled

• “Stay away from MC. She’s mine.”

• You never saw or heard from your ex again

[lovely-dr-imagines]

omg hiiii~~~ ~ ~~~ mod mahiru!!!!! can u pls make a fanfic where shuichi and kokichi play minecraft and they decide to put their beds next to eachother 🥰😍😙🤩

Kokichi puts his Minecraft bed next to Shuichi’s

I kinda read it wrong and thought you said Kokichi puts his bed next to Shuichi’s so uh, sorry.

Mod Kokichi’s oneshot!

It was your typical Saturday morning in Tokyo Japan; Children were playing, some adults were working, y’know, the usual. 

However, this Saturday was a special Saturday for a purple-haired, lying gremlin. That gremlin is Kokichi Ouma if you didn’t know. He’s been in love with one of his friends for a while now. That friend was Shuichi Saihara, the opposite of Ouma. 

Ever since their first year at Hope’s peak academy, they became close, close enough to care about each other more than friends. The two didn’t see the other’s obvious signs and everyone else saw their chemistry, but it wasn’t their job to get them together.

Granted, Miu Iruma, aka Kokichi’s second-best option for love and advice, Rantaro Amami’s the first, tried to set them up on a date but the two misread it for a casual hangout. Miu put so much work into her plan, gave them tickets to a movie, suggested ice cream, etc. Well, all she did was look up “How to set up your gay friend on a date with someone they’ve been obsessed with since forever” and saw the most reliable link. 

Thinking about it now, Tsumugi Shirogane must have made that and put it on a public blog and hoped that one of their friends saw it, but who knows. 

Anyways, this was it! Kokichi had enough of Shuichi thinking his flirts were playful and were romantic, enough of making so many sexual jokes and only having Shuichi tell him to knock it off, he just had enough!

So, he made up his mind. He was finally going to tell him, he was going to tell Shuichi Saihara the truth, the truth that he wanted their friendship to get a bit more serious. After talking on the phone with three of his upperclassmen friends about how they got into a relationship, he knew what to do.

He didn’t go with Byakuya Togami’s plan where to directly tell him in a private area and go do something later, but he did wonder why Makoto Naegi liked him back…

He didn’t go with Taeko Yasuhiro’s plan where to just go all out and kiss him out of nowhere, not give a crap about what anyone said or did after they kissed, at a McDonalds’! He did however had a deep thought if he wanted to do that at a Starbucks or a Barns ‘n Nobles…

He instead went with Chiaki Nanami’s plan, his best friend Nagito Komaeda was busy doing something...probably chilling at Hajime Hinata’s house, but Chiaki was his best bet full on knowing that Sonia Nevermind and her agreed on marriage after they finished school. What she recommended was to do something that made it clear that the supreme leader likes the detective, and that was to place his Minecraft bed next to Shuichi’s.

So now he’s waiting for Shuichi to be online on discord so they can play. Sooner than he thought, his beloved just got online and join the call. 

“Sorry I was late Kokichi, Kaede asked me what she should wear on her date with Miu.”

Shuichi said, apologizing to the grape panta loving boy.   

“Eh, it’s fine.”

Kokichi lied, knowing full well that he was panicking and thinking that his plan won’t work. The stomping and pacing in his room surely worried his mother earlier.

“So, what did you wanna do? You did say you wanted to play Minecraft but neither of us knows how to play.”

The detective asked.

“I mean, how hard could it be? It’s just crafting and mining until you beat a dragon.”

The supreme leader told him with confidence in his voice.

To his surprise, he was surely wrong. Once the sun started setting and the mobs starting coming, neither of them knew what to do and ended up getting killed. Sadly, both boys respawned far away from each other and couldn’t find the other for over an hour. After a while, they managed to find the other, well Shuichi found Kokichi in a cave about to fall into the lava. 

“So uh, I have enough wood to make a house. All I need is coal and we can make a starter home.”

Shuichi told Kokichi in an apolojetic tone.

‘This is it, it’s finally going to happen! I’m going to put my bed next to Shumai’s!’

Kokichi thought with uneasiness.

Once Shuichi started to build the temporary home while Kokichi was finding coal back in the cave. Once he did, he headed back to Shuichi finding the home complete. It wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either. That’s when it hit him. The sun started to set and Shuichi had placed his bed down. 

“C’mon Kokichi, we need to sleep.”

The emo boy told him.

“Ok! Hold on meanie.”

The panta lover joked.

Kokichi walked up to Shuichi’s bed and placed his down right next to it, hoping his crush got a hint. 

“O-oh uh...”

Shuichi stuttered

“Alright let’s get to sleep.”

Kokichi was annoyed, not a playful annoyed but genuinely annoyed. He had made so many hints and wanted his beloved to realize he had feelings for him. He was going to tell him directly through discord. 

He began to type in the chat his true feelings for him and kept typing and typing until he saw what he wrote. It was at least a paragraph long, but he didn’t care; he needed Shuichi to realize it. So he put it in the chat and disconnected leaving a blushing, oblivious idiot to read his confession. 

The End. 

[bbaronpiper]

Darkness

Hi guys! here’s another story I wrote for you. This one’s a bit personal. My demons are stronger than me tonight soooo. yeah. I didn’t go into details but I dunno maybe it may trigger yours a bit too. so please be cautious and don’t continue reading if you feel it may trigger you. love you all! Night! I’m off to bed <3

I hope I lived up to your expectation anon. Also sorry to the lovely anon who requested fluff. I promise I’ll write yours after this. <3 

i already know its gonna break my heart but can u write a fic with either 23 or 35 from the angst prompt list? thanks so much ❤️

23.”How do I make you love me again?”

35.” Can I have one last kiss?”

not my GIF. Credits to @anderaron​

Aron Piper x Reader

Your life is a fucking routine and you’re getting tired of it. Every day you wake up, go to your 9 am to 5 pm job, pass by the grocery or fast food chain for your dinner, go back to your apartment, eat, watch TV then go to bed, wake up the next morning and do it all over again. Every. Damn. Single. Day.  You never felt genuine happiness and you’re convinced you probably never will. Yes, you smile and you laugh but you always had this darkness in you which goes a long way back in your childhood days. It’s a feeling of emptiness.

Until he came along. Yet you never considered him as your knight in shinning armor. You hated the thought that women needed men to save them. No, women are built strong, they can save themselves and besides you’re not sure if you want to be saved. However, you can’t deny the fact that Arón spiced up your life. He brought different kind of positive feeling without even trying and for a moment, you forgot about this certain darkness of yours. You bury it deep inside you as an unfamiliar, pleasant feeling emerged.

You met him in a photoshoot as you were working in a production house but this was way before his career took off, before Elite. The “simpler times” as he used to say.

“You wanna go for a drive?” he asked you smiling.

“as long as I’m driving” you stick out your tongue at him. He never let you drive not because his car is expensive as shit but because you are a reckless driver.

“How about no?” he said almost laughing and put his arms around you as you both walk to his car. “I Have a few on my bucket list that I haven’t crossed yet” he winked

You just laughed at him and pinch him on the arm earning a low “oww” from him. You love watching him drive though. The way his arm muscles flex a little every time he shifted gears. His short glances from the road to you as you sit beside him. The way he put his arm behind your seat when he’s backing up. Damn. That shit turns you on more than he knows.

You both found yourselves at Cerro del Tio Pio Park. Both of you love going up here enjoying the nice quiet time it provides not to mention the beautiful view of the city lights. Arón may have loved this place a bit more than anyone. He always come here every time the noise in his head gets too loud for him, get some steam off or just enjoy the sunset with you.

you felt his hand rest on your thigh. you looked at him and saw he had a small smile playing on his lips while looking forward, straight at the sun as it sinks down.  You then place your hand on top of his.

“Arón”

“Hmm?” he answered still looking at the sky.

“Te quiero.” you said simply. Blush slowly creeping in on your cheeks. He looked at you and grins. “I think I love you moooorrrreee than you love me” you played trying to get a little something from him.

“Nahhh. That’s not possible. Yo te quiero mas.” (I love you more) and with that he leaned in to give you a kiss.

His kisses are passionate most of the time. so passionate that you always get lost in it as you feel yourself melt. Your hand traveled up to his neck just behind his ears, deepening the kiss. This goes on for a few minutes before you both pulled back gasping for air. You see him smiling at you hinting at something. You rolled your eyes, laughed and nodded yes knowing he’s asking you to make love with him. He then got out of the car and went to your side.  Imagine having sex in a two- seater car. Damn right.

“Uhh. It’s tight in here” he said not knowing how to position himself.

“yeah I heard that before. Just last night, I think?” you laughed relieving the words he said while he pounds into you the night before.

“whatever, Y/N. you know you loved it too” biting his lips as you see his growing bulge. He sat on the passenger seat lifting his ass up a little to help you get off of his pants and he did the same to you. you positioned yourself on his lap, your legs draped on either side of him and kiss him. His hands traveled down your pussy and played with your clit, rubbing circles making you moan in his mouth.

“Gotta wet you first bebe” he said in between kisses. You didn’t respond as the pleasure took over you. “you like that huh?”

“hmm” again, no words just moans.

“words Y/N” he demanded as he pushed two fingers inside you. you moan in pleasure at the sudden feeling. “Y-yes” you stammered. You buried your face deep into his neck as he moves his finger faster and curled it. he pulled out completely after a few pumps making you groan at the loss of touch. You decided to play him again and started to rub your pussy against his length a few times. Earning a low moan from him“You like that baby?” you said mimicking his words earlier. You then positioned yourself on his tip. As you were about sink down on him, you stopped and got only a few inch of him in. “words, Arón” you said close to his ears. He just grunts in return growing impatient and put his hands on your waist and slammed you down into him. You screamed his name so loud you think you startled the birds on the tree.  “Si, I liked that” he teased you.

He lets you adjust for a few seconds. Your nails dug into his forearms as you feel him stretching you out. Damn, he’s huge. You slowly rise up and sink down again slowly. Moaning his name while doing so. Repeating this until you had the urge to go faster.  You looked at Arón as he watched his dick disappear and appear inside your pussy. You cupped his face making him look at you while you moan his name. he smashed his lips into yours silencing you while his hand grabbed your left ass cheek and the other went down on your clit again rubbing it fast. “Cum for me Y/N” he then licked your nipple, sucking and biting it lightly and soon enough you felt your pussy clench around him “Oh, fuck.. fucckkk.. fuck.. Arón!!” and cum on his dick. He slammed into you a few more times before letting himself go. You both collapsed on the seat catching your breath. His arm automatically went to your waist holding you tightly and the other at the back of your neck. Your foreheads pressed together savoring the moment.

But this was almost a year ago. If you only knew then what you know now, you would’ve hold on to him a bit longer that night.

You lied on your bed watching him sleep, your hand placed on his chest caressing it slowly with your thumb. Contemplating on how you’re supposed to tell him. Tell him that the darkness within you resurfaced and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were not sure if it was because of your busy schedules, the months being away from each other, his constantly partying leaving you alone in bed or it’s just that there’s really something wrong going on with you. Nevertheless, it’s back. You felt it once again: The emptiness, you thought was long gone.

“Good morning princesa” his husky voice broke you out of your thoughts. You just smiled at him in return. A smile that didn’t reach your eyes and he knew right there and then that there’s something wrong. He turned to face you completely. Lifting your chin up. “A penny for your thoughts?”

You opened your mouth just to close it again. Not knowing where to start. Arón knows you had issues like this and he always understand and helped you with it just as you do to him. Your chin starts to quiver but you’re trying your best not to shed a tear. When Arón noticed, this is when he start to be more alert and awake.

“C’mon baby, you can tell me. I’m here” scooting closer to you.

“we need to break up” you said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“What’s that baby? try that again but slower.”

“Arón” your voice starts to tremble. “I think we should break up”

He looked at you with what seems like forever not saying a single word. It took him a lot of strength to sit up on his side of the bed, with this back turned on you, rubbing his hands on his face like he always do when he’s frustrated. You then sat up on the bed too resting your back on the head board. Afraid of how’s he gonna react.

“No” his voice muffled as his hands are still on his face.

“Arón-” he cut you off

“I said no” his voice stern still had his back turned on you.

You knew he loves you. and you love him. With everything you have. But you didn’t wanna drag him down with you nor ask him to save you from this. So you had to lie, you know it’ll break him but it's for the best.

“I don’t love you anymore” looking down on the sheets. Your fingers fidgeting.

He instantly turned his head to you. “Que?” his face has a mixed look of shocked and pain. “Don’t say that baby. Tell me you’re lying Y/N”

“No, Arón. I’m sorry but it’s the truth” you heart breaks at every word. The look on his face killed you. you wanted to take it back but you know the damage has been done.

“How? Why? When? What the fuck Y/N?” questions after questions after questions. He just kept on throwing them at you and you couldn’t comprehend. Everything went into slow motion and you couldn’t hear a word he says, you’re too focused on the pained expression on his face. Your Arón. You broke him. You couldn’t give him answers. you just sat there looking at him with tears streaming down your face.

“Y’N!!!” he screamed, frustrated. You were startled and afraid. “answer me! ” You’ve never seen him like this.

“I’m sorry, it has to be this way.” You stood up from the bed. Went to your shared cabinet and starts to load your clothes on your luggage. Your tears are now streaming down your face like a waterfall. You couldn’t stop it but you tried your best not to make a sound which made it difficult to breath. He can’t see you like this. He would see through you and your plan wouldn’t work. You’ll just fall back into his arms again in one snap. He sat there on the bed as his leg bounced up and down, looking at you as you packed your things. Unable to grasp the reality.

He then stood up and walked out the room probably to smoke. You continued to pack your things pacing from the bathroom to the bedroom gathering your things. your heart was pounding in your chest you can almost hear it. You know you had to do this quickly as you felt that you’re about to breakdown. You were zipping your luggage when he walked back in the room. You slowly stood up and turn to face him only to see him inches away from you. his eyes red and his cheeks are flushed.

“How do I make you love me again?” he whispered while he searched for your eyes hoping for a slight chance he has with you. His hands went to touch both of your forearms with his thumb caressing your skin. Desparation evident in his eyes.

A stab in the heart. That’s what it felt like when you heard his words. But you believe you’re doing this for him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat “You’ll always have a special place in my heart, Arón” his looked down as he shut his eyes tightly. Not the answer he wanted to hear but he knows there’s nothing he can do to change your mind now. He lost you.

“Can I have a one last kiss?” you can feel the pain in his voice and all you wanted was to wrap him in your arms and tell him you’re sorry. That you change your mind and that you love him dearly. But unfortunately, the darkness in you won. Again.

You closed the gap between you, cupped his face and kiss him with every passion and love you have in your body and he did the same to you. You can feel his hiccups from crying but he continued to kiss you, never wanting it to end.  You both pulled away but he refused to let go. so he place another quick kiss on your lips and said. “I have never loved anyone this much in my life but if this is what you really want, I’ll give it to you. I love you too damn much.”

You wept. You cried in his arms as he did to you. you were standing in the room holding onto each other for the last time and you never felt this kind of sadness in 3 years you’ve been together. But again, you had to. you pulled away pushing his chest lightly.

“Thank you for everything Arón. Te quiero but this is for the best.” You sniffled and wipe your tears. trying to limit the words you say because you had to get out as soon as possible and drown yourself in your own tears. You then grabbed your luggage and begun to walk away when you heard him say…

“Maybe for you Y/N, but not for me”

[violetwolfraven]

41 for javid would work so perfectly ahfkfjxhsga and/or 34, whichever one u want 🥺🥺🥺

I was scared to come out and ask you out because I didn’t know our entire friend group was gay but I definitely know now???

and

We broke up but I found the letters you wrote me before that and I still love you so wanna get back together? (did I copy this from one specific fic I read? Possibly.)

Ok! Buckle in your seatbelts, y’all! This is gonna be a MASSIVELY LONG THING! Also @61-flaming-sour-cherry-scones I love your url. Just getting that out there. Modern AU, btw. Also does this end in December, 2019, conveniently avoiding COVID? Possibly! :)

...

Jack didn’t mean to find that box, but in his defense, it was not hidden well. Just in the back of his closet, which he hadn’t cleaned out since... damn. Since the breakup.

And Jack was fine with said breakup, by the way. Him and Davey weren’t right together anymore.

And Jack didn’t smile less, or work himself harder as a distraction, or whatever bullshit his brothers, mom, and all his friends said.

If Davey never texted first anymore, or barely even talked when friends asked him to hang out or whatever, that was none of Jack’s business.

Jack had texted Davey exactly once since the breakup, because Elmer had told him that he had an anxiety attack in a bar, which he was only there in the first place because he was designated driver.

Davey had said he was fine, and that meant he was, right?

Davey had not mentioned anything about leaving a shoebox in Jack’s closet. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t mentioned it, ever.

Did it sting that Jack’s ex had kept a secret box of... something? from him? Maybe. Whatever the case, Jack was curious by nature, and he was definitely opening the box.

It was... letters? Sealed letters in envelopes, the earliest one on the very top, in one corner of the box. The only thing written on it was a date; September 7th, 2011.

That would be... 8th grade? Probably the first day of school? Jack was super confused. Still, he opened the letter.

Dear Jack Kelly,

I know this is terrible and corny and I’m probably going to shred this letter with the pocket knife Sarah got for our last birthday, but I had to write it down somewhere.

I think I’m gay. Specifically, gay for you. And I know that’s weird, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re like the living personification of the moon. (Not the sun. I’ve never understood why people compare their crush to the sun. Nobody likes looking directly at that.) You saw me sitting alone before school and you took me in. I mean it. You brought me over to your friend group and said I was a new kid who was going to be your friend now, and the whole group just adopted me without questioning it. All of you are so nice. At first I thought it was a trick, but then I saw you comforting Blink when he had a panic attack. (Also, I’m still getting used to the nickname thing. That’s still weird and I’m not sure how I feel about the one you gave me.) You were so gentle with him, Jack. You knew exactly how to calm him down and you were so patient with him while you helped Mush drive the fear away. I didn’t think boys our age knew how to be like that. I do now, because of you. Well, and because of Race being, well, Race. I don’t think anyone could mistake him for a bully. Or Crutchie. Or Romeo. Heck, most of your group is just so nice I can barely believe it. I think I’ll bring Saz to meet you tomorrow. She already made a friend, but she said that this girl, Katherine, said she already knows you. Maybe we can all be friends.

I really wish we could be more, but I know that would never work. I can’t tell anyone I’m gay. You’d think I’m a freak. But since you’ll never read this, I can admit it here: I have a massive crush on you, Jack Kelly.

Sincerely, David Davey

Jack was not going to let himself cry about a letter written in 8th fucking grade. He was, however, very confused about why it was in his closet.

A letter from before Davey was out of the closet found in the closet. If Jack wasn’t so goddamn depressed, he would appreciate the irony.

The next letter was dated: September 24th, 2011.

Dear Jack,

We’re all friends now. Gotta say, I already can’t imagine my life without you and the other guys. And maybe I didn’t meet Kath that first day, but she’s probably my best friend, besides you, of course. She’s the only other one with brain cells, besides maybe Specs. Us three had to talk you and the others out of riding a shopping cart Albert stole from Walmart down a hill yesterday. Honestly, would it kill you to be a little smarter? I know for a fact you can be, Jack Kelly. You and the others actually have a fair amount of brain cells each when apart. It’s only when the only group gets together that you all do stupid stuff.

I didn’t shred the first letter. I think maybe I’ll keep these and we can look back someday and laugh about me having a crush on you in middle school. Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get over it before it ruins our friendship.

I honestly don’t see how I’d survive losing you, Jack. So, please, do me a favor and keep being oblivious to how I really feel about you until I digest those butterflies you give me.

Sincerely, Davey

Damn. Reading that was like a punch to the chest and Jack had to take a deep breath before moving on to the next letter.

The next few were just mundane stuff. Little notes on how Jack laughed or interacted with certain friends or whatever. The way he painted each friend something little for the holidays and how they all had a picnic potluck for Thanksgiving.

Then he got to one that was different: January 22nd, 2012. It was written in a panicked, hurried script.

Oh, damn. Jack remembered what this was about. What happened January of 8th grade.

Dear Jack,

Something’s wrong. You’re on my couch right now, crying. I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re trying to put on a brave face for Les and failing miserably. Medda didn’t have time to say much when she dropped you, Crutchie, Race, and Romeo off, so all I really know is that Blink is in the hospital and she’s gonna pick up Mush before going to see him. Crutchie is trying to comfort you, by the way, but he’s crying nearly as much as you are. Race and Ro are in shock, I think. They haven’t said much. Sarah’s making them hot cocoa. I’m in my room, writing this really quick because I don’t know what I can do. You’re so good at comforting people, but I don’t know how. I wish I knew how you did it. I think I’ll go try one of the things I’ve seen you do with panic attacks. It’s got to be better than nothing.

The rest was calmer, clearly written later.

It turns out Blink is in the hospital because his dad put him there. And he wouldn’t be alive at all if he didn’t call Mush in a panic right when he heard him get home. Mush called the cops and they barely got there in time. Blink was already half-dead when they did, but they managed to keep him alive long enough to get an ambulance. God, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if they’d been just a little bit slower.

Medda called you a couple hours ago to let us all know that Blink is in bad shape, but he’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna try to file for custody of him, but Mush’s mom is gonna try, too, just to give him twice as much chance of staying with us. His dad is in jail, but you and me agree that he deserves to die for what he did. In the selfie Blink made Mush send the group chat, there was more bandage visible on his face than skin. It made me so damn angry, but I didn’t show it because you were so angry you almost punched a hole in my wall.

I’ve made a decision, Jack. I can’t be separate from the group anymore. I always hang with Kath off to the side where we can intervene as the voices of reason if needed, but I’m not going to do that anymore, because I. can. not. do this again. I want our friends to trust me like they trust you so maybe if one of them is in a house with a dad that would beat them within an inch of their life, they’ll tell me and I can get them out.

I guess that means I’ll have to get better at lying. I’ve been staying separate mostly to hide my crush. And I think I’m pretty good at that, but being right at the center of things, with you? I’ll have to be careful to make sure no one notices. Especially not you. I hope I can pull it off.

You definitely aren’t making it easy on me, are you? You’re passed out in my bed, for heaven’s sake. But it’s fine. This is fine. I’m fine.

Sincerely, Davey

Jack remembered that night as one of the worst of his life. He’d thought Blink was dead by how Mush sounded when he called. And even though it turned out he wasn’t, he was going to be okay even if he lost an eye, after Jack’s childhood, he’d always hated when he couldn’t protect the people he loved.

Davey had been the one to reach him in that bad place he fell back to, the one where people he loved, kids he considered his little brothers, were getting hurt. Davey had pulled him out of there, and though it would take Jack months to realize it, that was the day he started to fall in love with him.

The next Monday, though, Jack had tried to give him space. Knowing how intimidating it all had to seem, he wasn’t sure if Davey would bail on them.

But he didn’t. Jack had never stopped appreciating how Davey had seen the darkness under the innocent, normal friendship and stayed anyway.

The next few letters were mostly a lot of pining on Davey’s side as he struggled to integrate himself more deeply into the group.

Jack still remembered that shift, how once Davey earned the others’ trust, Jack had gone from being the only one everyone was relying on to half of a pair that a lot of their friends had jokingly called ‘mom and dad.’

It was kind of sad, knowing that for most of them, Jack and Davey gave them more love and attention than their actual parents did, but the two of them would have to do—and they had. For a long time, the two of them were an unstoppable duo of hugs and snacks and homework help.

The letter from June 15th, 2012, had weird spots on it, almost like... almost like tear-marks. It was shorter than the previous ones.

Dear Jack,

Saz just came bouncing into my room to announce that she’s going with you to the Eighth Grade Dance.

I don’t know why I’m sad about it. I knew you and me would never be a thing.

But it still hurts, Jackie. It hurts so much.

I’m going with the rest of the group, just as friends. No one has dates except you, and I think maybe Romeo.

Jack knew for a fact that Blink and Mush had gone together because he remembered accidentally walking in on their first kiss, but apparently, Davey hadn’t known that.

Les is knocking on my door, so I’m gonna have to drop my math textbook on the floor really loudly so I can tell him I’m crying because I fell.

Sincerely, Davey

There wasn’t another letter until 4 months later, Octobe 16th, 2012.

Dear Jack,

So. Something weird just happened. Saz just came into my room and said she’s not going with you to Homecoming because you’re going with Kath. I tried to comfort her, but she didn’t seem sad about it?

She asked me if I wanted to go with anyone and seemed surprised I said I didn’t. (Not like I’m telling her a part of me wishes I could go with you.) Then she mentioned that Blink and Mush are going together, and I don’t see why she cares because if you don’t have a date why not go with a friend, right? Why do girls have to be so confusing?

Sincerely, Davey

Oh. Oh, God.

By the beginning of freshman year, Blink and Mush hadn’t been the only gay couple in their friend group.

Albert and Finch had gotten together over the summer, and so had Smalls and Sniper.

Romeo and Specs were in the ‘flirting terribly’ phase, and though Jack didn’t know it at the time, Race was already sneaking around with Spot by that point.

Ike had asked Hotshot to that Homecoming, though they wouldn’t officially become boyfriends until almost a year later, Buttons and Elmer became official at that dance, and Jojo and Mike had that falling out because of misread signals towards the end of it.

Hell, Jack only went to that dance with Kath because she couldn’t let her parents know she was actually going with Saz.

Homecoming freshman year was... eventful, to say the least.

And Davey had known exactly none of this. That... explained a lot.

Being only freshmen, none of the couples were exactly casual in their relationships. They didn’t kiss in front of people, and a few were too embarrassed to so much as sit next to each other at lunch. With the ones who weren’t embarrassed, it still honestly wasn’t much more than the affection they all already showed among friends.

God, if Jack had known how scared Davey was to come out, as he said in the next few letters, he would have... what? Told him he loved him right then and there? Probably not, but he would have done something differently.

The next really significant letter was dated December 11th 12th, 2012.

Dear Jack,

I have no idea what to think.

I’m in the bathroom right now, and it’s just after midnight on 12/12/12. You and your brothers threw a party in case the world ended with the whole friend group. It was kind of like a New Year’s party, but with a lot more cynical talk about the coming apocalypse and bet placing on what said apocalypse would be. Towards the end, we all got caught up in the drama and sleep-deprivation and started giving speeches about how much we loved each other. It was cringy, but in a good way? I’m sure we’ll laugh about it someday.

Or maybe we won’t. Because I have no idea what to think anymore.

Oh, shit. This was the part Jack was kind of dreading reading.

I’ve been terrified to come out because I thought I’d get kicked out of the group if you guys knew I was gay.

Which was why it was such a shock when the countdown to midnight ended and half my friends kissed friends of the same gender.

Jack remembered yelling at them to break it up. He’d been so busy being exasperated with his kids that he hadn’t even noticed Davey had slipped away until Crutchie pointed it out.

It was quick, so I don’t think I could name all the pairs if I tried, but I definitely saw Sarah kiss Kath, which, honestly, explains a lot.

I can’t help but wonder... Why didn’t anyone tell me? How long has this been going on? Has it been since the beginning and I was just too oblivious to see it?

Oh my God. Now that I’m looking for it, I can’t stop seeing it. The way Blink is defensive and angry all the time and he’s soft for Mush. The way Sarah hates spending time on her hair and she’ll sit for hours letting Kath try out styles on her. The way Buttons and Elmer just do little things for each other every day. None of them are subtle and I am an idiot.

Jack had to laugh at that.

Does this mean I should come out, too? I know now no one would judge me for it, but... I don’t want to mess things up. I love our friends, and I don’t want to lose them. If I lost them, now, it would be because I like you, specifically. Would you be disgusted with me if I told you?

“No,” Jack whispered, before remembering that this was 14-year-old Davey, and he wasn’t here.

I like to think you wouldn’t be, but I can’t risk it. If I lose you, I lose all of them. And if I have doubts about if I could live through losing you, I definitely can’t survive losing everyone. I love them all so much. I love you.

Jack sucked in a breath. As far as he knew, this was the first time Davey had ever said anywhere that he loved Jack.

But I can’t tell you that. So if I come out, it definitely won’t be by saying who I like.

Love, Davey

Jack totally wasn’t crying as he reached for the next letter. It was just current events, random stuff. There were certainly a lot of letters, weren’t there? Davey had documented everything, from Jack attempting to teach him to draw, to the time they both auditioned for the school play, to that time they had to talk Jojo off a ledge when he realized he loved Mike. That one was short but bad. (Honestly, Jack still hated Jojo’s super religious parents for that. Fuck Jojo’s parents.)

Davey did come out in a letter from almost six months later, but it wasn’t until Homecoming sophomore year that things started getting really interesting.

Dear Jack,

I honestly might never talk to you again outside these letters. Sarah’s banging on my door telling me to, and I’m quoting her here, “open the fuck up, David Jacobs.” Mom’s yelling back at her to watch her language. They’re now having a screamed bitching match in the hallway.

Long story short, we were at Homecoming and you asked me to dance. My brain kind of short-circuited, but I said yes right as a slow song came on. Shockingly, you didn’t seem to mind, and you danced with me to Photograph by Ed Sheeran.

Oh, God, Jack remembered that song. It had been their song. He still couldn’t listen to it anymore.

You were singing along to it and smiling at me. It was really sweet, and it was kind of my dream, to be honest, and I guess I lost all control of my body for a second because I kissed you during the last chorus and I didn’t stop kissing you until the end of the song.

Jack remembered that like it was yesterday, because it was their first kiss. It was a million perfect colors exploding across Jack’s brain and feelings he could barely identify swirling into a moment more beautiful than any painting he could ever create.

Then a faster song came on and I don’t know if anyone saw, but I really hope they didn’t because if they did that means they saw what happened next. Which is: I ran away. I ran all the way to my car and drove home and locked myself in my room. Sarah came home not 5 minutes later, so I think she knows, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t know how I can face you after this. In hindsight I think you were kissing me back, and if you were that means I just ran out on you and it probably hurt when I did. If not, that’s even worse because I kissed you and you probably just didn’t pull away out of pity.

Holy shit, I think you’re here, now. I can hear you outside my door with Saz, and maybe Kath, too. She’s trying to calm her down, which, honestly, good luck, Kath. Wait. No. Shit. I guess being her girlfriend has its benefits. It’s just you, now. You’re talking really softly, but I can’t understand you through the door. This is why we enunciate, Jackie.

Jack rolled his eyes on reflex.

I’m still pretty scared, but I think I’m gonna open the door. Scratch that, I’m definitely gonna open it. If you yell at me, I’ll probably yell right back. Funny, isn’t it? How I never would have done that before meeting you? If we have a huge fight, remember that you’re the one who taught me not to censor myself. David never would have even opened that door, but Davey is your monster. Good luck. I’ve out-argued you before, Jackie, so you’ll need it.

I should stop stalling and open the damn door.

If you break my heart, Jack Kelly, I’m going to kill you.

Love, Davey

Reading that last sentance, Jack froze.

If you break my heart, Jack Kelly, I’m going to kill you.

Time was a bitch, because by all accounts, they were both broken-hearted, now.

Jack wiped away his tears and realized there was a little bit more writing.

P.S. I guess you get to live, Jackie, because we had a talk and you kissed me again and now we’re together. Like, boyfriends. I can’t stop smiling. It’s stupid. I’m probably not going to sleep tonight and it’s all your fault because my stomach is full of butterflies and I can’t stop thinking about how much I love you.

Jack didn’t let himself process that, going for the next letter instead.

Oh, shit. November 1st, 2013. This was going to be a bad one. Still, Jack took a deep breath and started reading.

Dear Jack,

Well, today was emotionally draining. (Halloween was fun, but what came after definitely is not.) It’s already past midnight, but it’s okay because I’m sleeping over at your house tonight. After Saz and I explained the situation, Mom and Dad agreed we should. God, said situation it makes me so angry.

Katherine’s parents kicked her out. They found out about her and Sarah, made her pack a bag, and tossed her away like she was nothing.

She’s 16. She’s a goddamn child like the rest of us. How could they do that to her? I guess it’s good she’s out of that environment, where she has to hide who she is and walk on eggshells with every conversation, but she’s on your couch right now, crying so hard she can’t even drink the tea Medda made her. Sarah and you are trying to calm her down, but I hate seeing her like this. Kath always seems kind of unshakable, like nothing anyone says will get to her. I’ve never seen her this broken. Judging by the look you’re giving me from across the room, you haven’t, either.

You think I’m making a grocery list. Medda told me to, seeing as how she’s busy helping clean out your guest room, Saz is on ‘shoulder to cry on’ duty, and I’m the only boy who lives with a girl. Kath didn’t get to pack much more than a couple of outfits and her toothbrush.

You know what? Fuck it. You and me are her parents, now. You’re good with that, right? We’re already stand-in Mom and Dad for several of our friends—what’s one more? Ha ha, you and me have so much practice already that we are going to be great parents for real one day.

Jack sucked in a breath. Real parents? As in, the two of them staying together long enough to have kids?

Wow. That is wildly inappropriate to think about when we’re literally a couple of 15-year-olds. Also, it makes me think about how Kath is technically a few months older, but whatever. I guess I should actually make that grocery list, now, and stop daydreaming about a hypothetical future while one of our kids now is sobbing across the room from me.

Love, Davey

Davey had never even told Jack he wanted kids.

Sure, they were both a little young for that, but in the future..? Jack had always been scared that he wouldn’t be a good dad, after never having a good dad, himself, but sophomore year Davey was right. He had gotten a fair amount of practice with his friends.

That night, when Kath showed up at the Larkin house, crying so hysterically the makeup from her Halloween costume was running and saying she didn’t know where else to go, Davey was the first person Jack called. Him and Sarah had shown up not fifteen minutes later, probably having been lucky not to pick up a speeding ticket (or you know, gotten arrested for underage driving without an adult) on the way.

15-year-old Davey was right. That night was the most broken Jack had ever seen Katherine. Even if it had worked out okay in the end, with Kath staying with them and being their new sister in every way but on paper, Jack still kind of wanted to throat-punch her parents.

It was... oddly comforting, to know that Davey felt the same. He hadn’t shown it back then, knowing Kath needed him calm, but... to be honest, Jack would have feared an angry Davey Jacobs more than an angry Jack Kelly. You’d get punched by an angry Jack, but an angry Davey? He was smart enough to burn down your world. Jack smirked, thinking about how lucky the Pulitzers were that Davey possessed impulse control.

Most of the rest of the letters were just Davey talking about their relationship as it evolved or recounting whatever drama happened to be going on, (with one in the middle of junior year that was basically just ‘wtf Race is secretly dating Spot Conlon???’) because as the only group of out gays in the school, a few of whom happened to be in not-so-good homes, there was always drama.

Then came the stress of senior year, SATs, and college applications. Davey and Jack had a few fights, which were all well documented here. 17-year-old Jack and Davey hadn’t known that those fights were the beginning of the end.

The letter dated June 5th, 2016 was the one that finally made Jack cry for real .

Dear Jack,

We’re fighting again. We have before, but this time, it’s actually serious.

I get that you’re going to school in Santa Fe and I’m staying in New York. What—did you expect me to follow you all the way across the country? I’m not asking you to stay, because that wouldn’t be fair of me. You’ve got dreams and a scholarship to an art school and that is great. I’m happy for you. But I’m not going with you, because why would I? I’ve got dreams, too. Did you think I would put my life on hold for you?

We can’t stay kids forever, Jackie. Growing up means things change. I thought you knew that. Our friends are spreading out across the country and most of the couples aren’t going to be in the same state. Hell, Specs is going to Harvard in Massachusetts and Romeo is moving to Hollywood to go try his luck and they’re not having problems. If your own brother can do the long-distance thing, why can’t you?

I’m scared, too. I don’t want to lose you, either. I know doing a long-distance thing won’t be easy, but when was the last time either of us gave up just because it was hard? Jackie, if I wanted something easy, I would have bailed after we almost lost Blink. My love for you aside, I didn’t because that’s. not. me. I fight for what I love. And I know you do, too, so... so fight for me. I need to know you love me enough to fight for me, Jackie.

I know you. When you want something—really want it, there is not a force in this world that can stop you from fighting for it. I love you, Jack Kelly. I’m not going to stop fighting for you, so please don’t stop fighting for me.

Love, Davey

Jack choked on a sob. He’d failed. Davey had asked him to fight for him and he failed.

Sure, he hadn’t known that Davey wanted him to fight for him, but... God, if he had...

Jack would have fought, would have walked through hell, would have done anything to keep Davey by his side.

He still loved Davey, no matter what he’d been telling himself since the breakup, and... And he needed to read the rest of these letters. Even if Davey started hating him when the fighting got really bad or wrote about what he was feeling during it.

Shit. There weren’t that many more. The remaining letters were spread out somewhere between high school graduation and when Jack and Davey broke up; a year and a half ago, and... and those would probably be the hardest ones to read

Jack waited a bit until the tears had stopped before opening the one from November 20th, 2016.

Dear Jack,

I haven’t wrote one of these in a while. College has been a bitch, but also...

You and me barely talk anymore. We text each other memes about once a week, (don’t worry. you still know exactly how to make me laugh with those dumb little shitposts.) but we don’t really talk. I can’t remember the last time we FaceTimed. I miss you, but I don’t know how to say it anymore.

I’m thinking about this because it’s Thanksgiving break. Of course, it’s good to see everyone. Kath got home this morning. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her. Elmer texted me a couple minutes ago that he’s an hour away. Of course that dumbass is driving all the way from Michigan. I’m sure we’ll both have more than enough words for him when you get back because you’re flying in tonight.

I don’t know how I feel about that. I should be excited, but... I don’t think I’ve been this nervous about anything involving you since I ran away after our first kiss. I think I preferred it last year, when we were fighting, because even when we were pissed at each other, at least we were communicating.

You remember when we were kids and you always knew exactly what to say exactly when someone needed to hear it? How you helped calm down Kath when she got kicked out, talked Jojo off a roof, and convinced Spot to tell Race he loved him? It was amazing. I never quite mastered that. I usually know what to do, just never how to voice it. But this time, I don’t even know what to do. We’re not on the same page anymore. I don’t think we’re even in the same book.

Jack took a shaky breath. He and Davey hadn’t been on the same page. And Jack definitely hadn’t known what to say to him, either. They weren’t the unstoppable duo they’d been in high school.

But... damn. Those things Davey had mentioned him doing? He couldn’t have done those alone. For all of those, he had needed Davey there, helping him. Maybe that was why it was so hard, being there for anyone since the breakup.

I hate how five years of being an unstoppable duo can be undone in only four months, and it wasn’t even by fighting. If it was a fight, we could solve it, you and me vs. the problem. But there’s no fight, no problem. It’s just you and me and the growing chasm between us.

You know what? It’s probably just the distance messing with us. We’ll be fine. We just need some time together. Thanksgiving will be good for us. And I’m flying out to Santa Fe for the winter holidays to spend it with you, so that’ll be good, too.

I’m gonna text you right now. Your flight probably won’t be leaving for another hour or so, so we can talk. Get back in rhythm.

I still don’t know what to say. I guess I’ll just ask about how hot Santa Fe is in winter and we can go from there. Here’s hoping this makes things get less awkward.

Love, Davey

Jack remembered that text conversation with Davey in the airport. He remembered how much hope it had given him, and how after Jack went back to Santa Fe when the holiday was over, how much better Davey and him had been. That Christmas/Hanukkah had been great, especially considering most of Jack’s classmates were at home and they’d had the dorm to themselves.

Of course their friends and families had known that was why Jack didn’t come home that year, and he distinctly remembered getting texts from all three of his brothers on Christmas morning asking if Davey was good in bed, but that was besides the point.

The next several letters were from their second wind, the rest of the school year. And yeah, they were hard to read, but they brought back happy memories. Even only seeing each other over breaks and computer screens, it seemed that Davey was happy, too. For a while, it had seemed that Jack could have his dreams of art school in Santa Fe and the love of his life.

Then, of course, during that summer of staying together at whichever house more often than not, they started fighting again. Over nothing. Over stupid things. Over who loaded the dishwasher wrong and who said he was going to pick Les up from his friend’s house.

Then they started fighting over big things. Over harsh words Jack never meant and judging by these letters, Davey didn’t meant, either.

August 2nd, 2017:

Dear Jack,

I fucked up. We just had a big fight, I said a bunch of things I didn’t mean, and like an idiot, I let you leave for the airport without apologizing. Now, you’re acting like your phone is already on airplane mode even though I know for a fact your flight doesn’t leave for another hour. Also, I can see that you’ve read all of my texts, you moron, so I know you’re just ignoring me.

Aw, hell, I don’t even blame you. I said some really bad things. I said you love your art more than me, and I know that’s not true. I know you’d never prioritize material things over the people you love, because Jackie, you prioritize those people who have earned your loyalty over everything, including your own mental and physical health. I know because it annoys the hell out of me, how you never give yourself a break. They’re all adults now, Jackie. They don’t need us as much anymore and you never stop acting like they do.

I shouldn’t be angry with you for that. I know with your childhood, trying to protect Crutchie, Race, and Romeo and sometimes failing, you still feel like you have to save everyone. It’s how you’re wired and I love that about you. I wouldn’t change it if I could. I just wish you’d stop running yourself into the ground to do it.

Is this it? I already feel like we’re on borrowed time, here. Sarah says she thought we were going to break up last year. Kath says she’s sure it’s not that bad. (they’re talking about it very loudly in the hallway. or maybe they’re arguing. who knows?) Les just said that my mom said nobody marries their high school sweetheart. (thanks, Mom.)

I think even if we never said it, that’s what we were both hoping for. I know you, Jackie. I’ve watched your favorite romcoms and Disney movies. I know you want the perfect fairytale relationship with the whole package of ‘and they get married and have kids and live happily ever after.’ And I want that, too. I really wanted it with you. Ugh! I still want it with you! I can’t imagine any alternate universe where I don’t want that with you!

It’s probably inappropriate to think about all that. We’re nineteen. We’re not even old enough to drink yet and we’re definitely too young for me to be thinking about marrying you.

Jack inhaled sharply. Oh, God. He was going to cry again.

But for the record... I do want to. I want everything with you and I cannot imagine any circumstance, any extreme, any bad breakup where I stop wanting that.

Just to be safe, though, in case something I can’t foresee happens and I never say it again...

I love you, Jack Kelly. I have loved you from the first day I met you and I can’t see anything happening in any version of reality that makes me stop loving you. You’re still like the living personification of the moon to me and no matter how much you piss me off, Jackie, your glow doesn’t fade. You shined a light on the parts of me afraid of judgement and taught me to shine, too, despite them.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you and I probably never will. I just need you to know that.

Love, Davey

Jack was already crying, but he panicked as he realized there was only two more letters.

A part of him wanted to wait. These were words Davey hadn’t spoken to him. These were the last pieces of Davey that were still Jack’s.

But he needed to know. Were these letters from before they actually broke up? After? Had Davey been wrong in the previous letter and he’d stoped loving Jack?

There were no dates on the envelopes. Still, Jack had to know. He took a deep breath and opened the second-to-last one, the paper covered in old, dried tear marks.

Dear Jack,

We had another stupid fight and we tried to fix it but that just ended in more yelling. That’s happened a few times before, now, but this time, it was different.

Oh, no. This must be from the big one Spring Break of their sophomore year of college.

Jack had come home for the break, it had been great to see his friends, but then he and Davey had started fighting. Like, really fighting. Worse than they ever had before.

And then there was the big one. It was two days before Jack flew back to Santa Fe. It was the one where they actually broke up.

This time, you told me to leave. And I kind of yelled at you to just go back to Santa Fe as you shoved me out the door. Then you yelled that if I wanted you to fly away so badly, I shouldn’t bother visiting again and you slammed the door in my face.

I think we just broke up. I’d be angry about it if I wasn’t so damn sad.

God, this is messed up. I know you’re alone on your bed with those stupid Star Wars sheets you’ve had since you were twelve and you locked the door because you don’t want anyone to see you cry. Thinking about that makes me want to run right back there and say I’m sorry.

I wanted to do that the second I got back to my parents’ house, but they convinced me not to. Sarah yelled at them for it. She said I had to make my own decision. They said I’m too emotional to think clearly. They’re right, of course, which is why I’m here writing this and not on my way back to your mom’s house already.

Now, Les is the only one outside my door. Are Crutchie, Race, Romeo, or Kath outside yours? Les is trying to guilt me into opening the door by telling me he cancelled a date for me. I’m not weirded out at all by the fact that my baby brother has way more game than I did when I was fourteen.

Are we really done, Jackie? For good? I keep waiting to hear you out in the hallway. And probably Kath, because she’s a better driver than you. I can’t keep thinking about this. I’m just gonna to go to sleep.

Davey

Jack wiped his eyes furiously. There was one more letter and he needed to read it, consequences be damned.

This last letter was probably from when Davey cooled down. Maybe the next morning or something. If he didn’t hate Jack while he was emotional and raw from the initial breakup, he might in this letter. But Jack opened it, anyway.

My Dearest Jack,

We really are broken up. You haven’t called me, but I got a very angry text-rant from Crutchie (for which he apologized 10 minutes later) which basically boiled down to him saying I broke your heart. Romeo called me, said ‘dude, not cool,’ then hung up. Race and Medda seem to be trying to see both sides, and though Kath did tell me that the last few months have been like ‘listening to mom and dad fight downstairs,’ she’s not offering any advice. I think she and Sarah are waiting for me to come to them.

I’m so sorry, Jackie. I know this is mostly my fault. Still, I can’t make the first move. Don’t forget: I know you. You’re more concerned with other people’s feelings than yours, so if I ask you to take me back and you do it, I can’t be sure you didn’t just do it for me. If we ever get back together, it has to be because you want it, too. However, I know you won’t even consider we could get back together unless I give you a sign, which is why I’m leaving you my letters.

You went back to Santa Fe two weeks ago and I’m finally stable enough to come get my stuff from your house and drop off what little you left in my room. While I’m there, I’m gonna hide this somewhere. I guess we’ll both have to pray no one else in your family finds it. That would be awkward.

When you find this, I want you to think long and hard about what you want, Jackie. I want you to make a decision for you. Goddammit, think about yourself first for once.

If you fight for me, I want you to do it because it’s what you really want. That fairytale romcom ending with me is still yours if you play your cards right. (Don’t think I forgot all the hurtful things you said to me, even if I’m 70% sure you didn’t mean them.) It might take... I dunno, therapy or something, but I still think we can fix this. It won’t be easy, but neither is love. Neither is our entire messed-up, broken group of friends.

I used to think I’d lose all of them if I lost you. Maybe I would have, if I’d messed up like this in 8th grade. But now, I know I won’t, because they’re all blowing up my phone as much as I’m sure they’re blowing up yours, asking if I’m okay. I see now that they need me as much as I need them. And they still need you, too, even if you do need to accept a little more that we’re all grown-ups now.

Where was I going with this? I had a point.

I guess all there’s left to say is that if you still want that perfect ending with me—getting married and having kids and having them call all our friends ‘auntie’ and ‘uncle’—fight for it. Loving someone the way I’m in love with you doesn’t happen twice, so I’m not going anywhere. You know where to find me.

You probably won’t find this for a while. Hell, you’re not even coming home again until summer break. But that’s probably a good thing. It gives us both some time to cool off and think.

So think, Jackie. Think long and hard and make a choice. Fight for me or don’t. In case I never get a chance to say it in person again...

I love you, Jack Kelly.

Love, Davey

Oh shit.

Davey left this in Jack’s closet a year and a half ago. He’d probably expected Jack to find it that summer. In fact, he probably thought Jack had found it and just decided not to fight for him.

Jack still wanted to fight for him. He had no doubts about that.

But did his have to discover this box now? When he was leaving for Santa Fe to finish his senior year tomorrow?

Fuck it. Even if it had been almost two years, even if there was a high chance Davey wasn’t waiting for him anymore, he still had to do this

Driving to the Jacobs house right then and there was probably the stupidest thing Jack had ever done, and that was including riding that Walmart shopping cart Albert stole down a hill in 8th grade with Race, Romeo, and Albert when Davey, Kath, and Specs weren’t there to stop them.

Sarah was the one who opened the door, and she... Jack hadn’t talked to Saz since the breakup, since she’d been staying mad at him out of solidarity. Honestly, he was now realizing that he’d missed her nearly as much as he’d missed Davey. They’d been good friends, once upon a time.

Now, she glared at him, “The fuck are you doing here, Kelly?”

“I...” Jack honestly couldn’t think of a good way to explain this, “Is he home?”

Sarah snorted, “What? After a year and a half, you’ve finally come to your senses and realized you’ll never find another one like my brother?”

“I never planned on anyone like him in the first place,” Jack snapped, “Davey was always... even back in middle school... You think I’d ever believe I could find someone else like that? I’m dumb, Saz, but I ain’t stupid. I always knew I was givin’ up on forever when I didn’t try to get him back, but... but I thought he didn’t want me anymore.”

Sarah froze, then leaned against the doorframe, laughing kind of hopelessly, “You are stupid, Jack Kelly, if you think my brother wasn’t totally gone for you and totally broken-hearted when you didn’t try to fight for him.”

Jack definitely had an oh shit moment, “Wait, do you know? About the..?”

“The box of letters he left you? Yeah. He told me last year, after you left for junior year without coming for him.”

Jack took the last letter out of his pocket, “I just found it.”

Saz took a second to process that before motioning for Jack to come in, shouting up the stairs, “Davey! Get your butt down here!”

Les, sitting at the kitchen table, looked up from his sandwich, “Holy shit. Jack?”

“Hi, kid,” Jack said, trying not to be weirded out by how the now-16-year-old was taller than him.

“Davey?” Sarah yelled again, clearly impatient.

“Alright, alright! God, Saz, what couldn’t wait 10 se—“ That was when Davey looked up, seeing Jack in his kitchen.

“That couldn’t wait,” Sarah said pointedly, “Les, let’s go... not be here.”

“If I eat in my room, Mom’ll kill me,” Les said, picking up his sandwich, anyway.

“Eat in my room, then.”

Jack and Davey were silent until the other two Jacobs siblings were upstairs.

“Why are you here, Jack?”

Jack had to take a deep breath before he responded, “When was the last time you went somewhere besides school if somebody didn’t drag you out of the house?”

“What?”

“Do the people who love you say you’ve changed? Do they keep saying they need a designated driver only to try to get you drinking and dancing like it’ll make you smile?”

“What are you—“

“Are there songs you can’t listen to? Movies you can’t watch? Have you so much as called someone back when they gave you their number?”

“Jack,” Davey looked at the ceiling, “What’s this about?”

“You once said you wouldn’t put your life on hold for me,” Jack said, “And you were right not to. I can be overprotective, sometimes. No one should put their dreams on hold because of a lover, but... my dreams are the only thing I haven’t put on hold, Dave. I ain’t been living since I lost you. Not really. And when our friends all said I was smilin’ less, I never let myself think about it, because if I did, I’d have to think about how much I was still hurtin’ over you.”

Davey laughed sady, “Jack, if you really wanted me, you would have fought for me a long time ago, so—“

“You’re talkin’ about the letters?” Jack asked, holding up the one he had on him, “Davey... I just found them. Today.”

Davey was silent, his face completely unreadable. Jack was holding his breath.

“Jack Kelly,” he finally smiled, “I should have known you would take this long to clean out your damn closet.”

“I think you spent enough time in the closet for the both of us.” Jack joked.

Davey rolled his eyes, “Very funny, Jackie. Anyway... I don’t think it’s any secret that we can’t just pick up where we left off.”

“Of course not.”

“So... coffee? If we’re trying again, I’d prefer to take things slow.”

Jack nodded, “Probably a good thing I’m going back to Santa Fe after tomorrow. That ain’t enough time for us to do something we’ll regret.”

“Yeah, I guess mostly just texting is one way to take it slow... speaking of which, one of us should probably text the group chat.”

“Oh yeah,” Jack grinned, “They’re gonna freak.”

[embyrinitalics]

Calamiversary: Link’s POV II

Here’s some more scenes from Link’s POV—about 2.4k worth! (I rly hope this makes up a little bit for the fact that I haven’t updated in two months omg)

But you know how I said that reading through my old stuff makes me cringe? Yeah this is like, way worse. It’s all unedited, and I wrote these in December 2018, so it’s all old. It’s all embarrassing. 😬 But with that disclaimer, I’m going to put my personal feelings aside and let you guys read it if you want 😂

Also now that I’m looking at this I feel like they’re not in chronological order, like that scene with Revali stabbing him should have come after these ones with Mipha, but   o h   w e l l

Here u go!

  Drowning

At first, all that registers is the pain, white and hot across my throat, and the numb realization that I’m going to die.

Of course, it’s not that simple for me.

The half of me that I’m always suppressing senses my weakness, slamming frantically against my defenses in the span of a heartbeat. I have to choose between saving myself and containing it. So I pour everything I am into holding him in, dragging him down with me in a white-knuckled grip. But he fights back.

The pain is agony, a thousand heated needles covering my entire body and then being driven down to the bone in nauseating synchrony. He thrashes in my hold, tendrils of his hate whipping out in places, and my vision blotches white. I feel the deathstroke across my throat heal; the earth quaking beneath my feet; the malice seeping out of me like blood oozing out of a wound.

I can hear myself screaming beyond the war, part agony and part fury. Part man and part beast. It’s slowly tearing me in two, ripping ligaments and shredding flesh as it claws deliriously towards escape. I grapple with him, desperately trying to hold on even as he starts pulling my limbs apart. But I know it’s only a matter of time.

Then I see her. Her light cuts through the pain, through the fear and the hate, brilliant and pure as the sun. I can’t speak; I can only stare, imploring her with my eyes to end me quickly.

She takes my face in her hands and I suck a sudden breath. Her glowing touch is warm and soft, comforting, and not the violent end I had been expecting—the touch of a goddess, and for a moment I can breathe.

Then her light engulfs everything—the woods, my body, and soon my mind. The relief from the pain and the peace of it is so indescribably jarring that I don’t resist, falling headlong into it.

And then I’m drowning. Drowning in the sensation of her between my hands, of the softness of her lips under mine, of the closeness of her. Drowning in sensations that are brand new and millennia old at once. I’m drowning, burning from the inside out, and even though it aches I don’t want it to end.

I remember myself, haltingly, and muster the will to let her go. I drop my forehead against hers, grappling with how much I want her—and with how far I’ve let myself fall. There’s no amount of leniency on her part that could possibly excuse this. But I’m not concerned with the consequences for myself; only with how my lack of self-control must have affected her.

“Forgive me,” I breathe. “That was—”

But she silences me, her soft, delicate fingers brushing my mouth with a feather-light touch that sends another pang of want rippling through my middle. Her eyes pierce into me, unendingly blue and so powerful I can’t help but wonder if it’s her magic. Then she exhales, drifting closer, her eyes falling heavy-lidded to my mouth just before they close completely. And the feeling of her lips meeting mine, electric, breathless, so warm, sends me diving under the surge of sensation again.

I draw her close, losing myself in her. There’s nothing even close to this—her touch, her taste, the sound she makes when I angle her head to deepen the kiss.

And I don’t know why I’ve denied myself for so long. I’ve always wanted her. And now that I’ve tasted this, tasted her—even all the armies in Hyrule couldn’t keep me from her now.

I smile against her mouth. Slaughtering them would be easy.

Through the intoxicated cloud swirling in my brain, the thought snags unpleasantly, like a potent flicker of light in a comfortable darkness. It’s enough to slow me down, enough to make me think.

Enough to make me realize this can’t possibly be real.

I stop, pulling away slowly to search her eyes. So familiar. So beautiful it makes my heart ache.

But she’s been dead for 10,000 years.

I want to ignore it, dive headlong into the illusion of her. But I can’t unsee it. I murmur, breaking the spell, “This isn’t real.”

She blinks, and suddenly she’s different. Still familiar. Still beautiful. Still alive. And then the pieces are snapping into place, and the woman in my hands isn’t the one I loved so many millennia ago. It’s the Zelda of this era, the one who only knows me as I am—as the Calamity. And we’re reliving one of her memories—one of my memories—

And it’s agony. All at once the peace is gone, the gentle, tremulous bit of happiness the memory had lent me and I had been nursing in my heart like a single spark in an endless night, and the hatred is flooding in. The anger. Everything the illusion had been strong enough to veil.

And I remember what I am. I feel the evil pouring through my veins like a poison. I feel it making my heart pound stronger. I feel it coloring my vision and filling me with desires I must never obey.

And it’s agony.

I’m quaking on the inside, partly from fury and partly from shock. And then I erupt.

“What are you doing here?”

She looks as lost as I feel, green eyes glittering with shock and fright. “I—I don’t know—”

“Is this some kind of a joke to you? You think that just because you have her memories that they’re yours to do with as you please?”

“No! I didn’t mean to do this—”

Oh, I want to break her. I want to hold her down and force her to taste some of the pain I have. I want to hear her scream. But I push her away instead, unwilling to give the monster the edge.

“Well undo it!”

She stumbles into the mantel, turning back with that pretty face covered in tears. And the satisfaction and the guilt churning together in my stomach makes me feel sick.

“I don’t know how!” she tries to reason. “It was an accident!”

I turn away and try to breathe. That glimmer of humanity, after 10,000 years without—and then to have it just wrested away—

“This how you operate when you don’t get your way, then?” I bite out before I can rein it in. “Prick the Calamity, see if he bleeds?”

“I told you it was an accident,” she says again, more quietly.

She sounds so miserable. A very small part of me wants to comfort her. But I’m so furious I can hardly see straight. Forcing me to relive this moment—with her—

What was she thinking? What in the name of the gods made her think she had the right? Hadn’t I been through enough? Hadn’t I endured enough torture over the last eon? Did she really have to reach down into my most private, most intimate moments and drag them into the daylight, too? The last, precious fragments of who I was, that I hold onto so fiercely, lest I lose myself completely—

Why?

“Magic doesn’t just materialize out of nothing,” I growl, closing the distance again, propelled by a fresh wave of anger. “What did you want to know? If it would hurt me to relive this? If I could even tell the difference between you?”

She winces like my words had been a slap. “No!”

“Then what?” I grab ahold of her, desperate for this to be over. Desperate to just—just feel nothing. “Do you want me to admit that you remind me of her? That I’m in agony every time I look at you? Is that it?”

“I don’t want anything! Let me go!”

“Would it please you to know that I am?” I murmur, my voice dangerously quiet, and she goes still. “Every time.”

And now, I realize numbly, it will be worse.

Because now she doesn’t just remind me of what I had with my Zelda.

Now I’ve tasted her, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to again.

  Frightening

“I’m sorry about what happened with the Champions,” she says quietly, catching me off guard. “I imagine it was… frightening, losing control like that.”

Yes. Yes, it was. I don’t think I’ve ever been so afraid of anything in my life as I was in that moment, so close to rupturing, so close to tearing her apart with a thought, so close to losing myself completely and destroying everything I love in the aftermath. I want so badly to tell her, to unburden myself. I know she’s hoping I will. And that just… makes the temptation worse. She’s staring through me with unseeing eyes, full of the desire to understand, to heal even a little bit of the damage. I want to pull her closer, taste her again, thread my fingers in her hair and indulge in the warmth of her. I want to lose myself in her touch, in her lips, lose myself to her instead of to the monster working to claw its way out of me. I want to—

Gods!

“You were right,” I manage, finally. “They weren’t to know.”

“How have you been since?” she asks. So eager. So earnest. So gentle. It’s infuriating. “Any lingering effects? Urges to explode?”

“I always feel the urge to explode,” I scoff, grateful for the levity. “But no. The seal is as strong as it ever was.”

  The Zora Princess

We stop to rest and I quietly remove myself. So I can breathe. So they can breathe.

The air tastes clearer once I put some distance between us, like grass and wind and the malice in my mouth instead of the honeyed flavor of their adrenaline. The pressure in the back of my mind eases somewhat without the constant temptation, but the hollow gnaw of the hunger is just as strong as it ever was. I lower myself into the prairie grass, beating back a groan.

The Gerudo and that bird creature are arguing about something. It makes Zelda laugh.

That’s good.

Then the wind shifts and the air tastes of sugar and salt, and I turn towards it slowly. It’s the Zora girl. She’s so short the grass is up to her knees, and her trident has become more of a walking stick than a weapon. She’s so quiet it’s easy to forget she’s there—but she’s one of the Champions, and royalty, if the headdress is any indication. I’m sure she’s stronger than she looks. The fact that she’s confronting me on her own is evidence enough.

I tilt my head at her as she draws close, feeling after that gentle spike in her heart rate as I fix her in my stare. It makes my spine burn.

“Princess,” I greet her quietly. “To what do I owe this honor?”

She leans on her staff, remarkably calm, and I can feel the tendrils of power wafting off her.

“You’re in a great deal of pain,” she says.

My lips move towards a frown as I draw the inevitable conclusion. Just my luck. “You’re a healer.”

“Yes.”

And her magic is a peculiar brand. Very strong, almost magnetized in the way it drifts towards injury. It’s what brought her to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could bring someone back from the brink of death.

I contemplate her usefulness for a moment; but I need to go much further than the brink, and that’s well beyond even her abilities.

  Dreamcraft

I carry her up to the campsite, lay her near the fire and rouse it a bit so she isn’t freezing, and then grudgingly lift the sleepweb from the Zora girl. Her eyes open and then drift upwards, like she’s watching the spell float away.

Her eyes settle on me, finally, all golden and rippling, and she says, “You seem better.”

She’s a strange one. No demanding what I’d done, or where I’d gone, or what had happened. But she’s also sharp. Sharp enough that her bold-faced concern makes me feel manipulated. But she’s not wrong. I had been caught up in feeling terrified to notice, but the hunger had faded into background noise. Throbbing, like something swollen. I frown, trying to puzzle out how that had happened.

I finally admit, because it’s too easy to admit things when I’m with her, “We shared a dream.”

“And that helps?”

I can’t be sure if it’s the emotional implosion that follows one of her illusions merely drowning the hunger out, or an actual, measurable, residual effect of her dreamcraft. Either way, it’s worth studying. Which is horrifying.

“Maybe.”

We sit by the fire in silence for a while. That’s easy, too. Almost like we had been friends once, in another life. I’m watching the flames, and she’s watching Zelda, and then so am I.

“Could you enter her dreams now? While she sleeps?”

The idea of sauntering into her mind uninvited worms unpleasantly in whatever scrap of my conscience is left, vaguely reminiscent of guilt. But she’s plowed headlong into mine more than once, so it seems only fair. For some reason that reasoning doesn’t make the worming stop. I still haven’t answered, and her eyes glide to the side of my head. I call up the fire more, loosing a taut, tired sigh at her persistence.

“Possibly.”

It’s noncommittal and non-revealing, which I assume will grind her advance to a halt. But she slips around it like water in that infuriating way she does.

“You should try it sometime,” she says.

I tilt my head at her. “You don’t find the idea of trespassing on her mind morally objectionable?”

She shrugs. “Not as objectionable as you tearing a swathe of Hyrule up by the roots.”

And that’s logic I can hardly argue with. Her eyes say she knows. And suddenly I find the image of her pretty crimson skull smashed against the stone and its contents spattered everywhere very appealing.

“You need her,” she adds, too simply, too condemningly, and I have to swallow down fury and terror.

Because she’s right.

The night drags and drags and drags, dread and disgust whipping me into a tumble of disquiet and every quiet tremble of fear or pleasure from her tempting me into her head.

[ghostburs-blue]

could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw

I’m genuinely so sorry this took so long to come out. I had writer's block for a hot second, but eventually wrote this piece! Thank you so much for the compliment, I’m so grateful for you love <333 I hope you like it nonnie :D

Convenient

Request:  could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw > #3:  “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.” / #88:  The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

Summary: as usual, y/n and peter have some... hidden feelings and neither makes a move >:(

Warnings: mentions of a knife, injuries, and blood + fluff + angst if you squint!

Word Count: 2.1k

“Peter!” You called upon seeing him enter the crowded cafeteria. His eyes skimmed the room, smiling when he found you.

He walked over, sliding into the seat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you casually let your head drop against him with a smile.

You were naturally a very touchy person. Your love language was touches and hugs, soft gestures to show that you appreciated and loved the other person. So, no one bat an eye when you made a habit to hug Peter every day in the morning by his locker. No one paid attention when you would lay a hand on his thigh, or gravitate close to him when walking.

They did pay attention, however, when Peter practically shrunk away from anyone else’s touches. If any other person tried to hug him, he would immediately step back and reject their affection.

It didn’t take long for people to start making the connection, but you both seemed oblivious to the obvious feelings between the two of you.

When Peter had first told you about his side gig as the hero of New York, you had laughed. Peter? The Peter you had known since you were 3? As Spider-Man? Laughable.

Peter was, of course, quite offended. When you finally calmed down and realized that he wasn’t lying, your eyes grew wide. Your next reaction was to punch him. Hard.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You had exclaimed, upset that he hadn’t told you about such a life-changing decision. He profusely apologized, explaining that he hadn’t wanted to put you in harm’s way. You had groaned, slightly pushing at his arm before smiling at him.

You whispered that it was okay, and that you would still be there for him no matter what happened. You both grinned at each other, Peter leaning forward slightly to wrap your body in a comforting hug.

It was a fond memory for you, one that you would often think about when you needed cheering up.

A nudge from Peter brought you back to reality.

“Hm?” You asked sweetly, as you had been zoned out of the conversation for a while.

Peter smiled down at you. “Everyone’s free to do a movie night tomorrow,” he said, as it would be the weekend. Your face scrunched up, trying to remember if you had any plans. Coming up with nothing, you nodded happily.

“I’m free!” You said, grinning. The rest of your group cheered, then proceeded to debate about what movie to watch. You glanced down at your phone, noticing that there were only about 10 minutes left of lunch.

You stood up carefully, unwrapping Peter’s arm from around your upper body. “I’m heading to class early, I have to talk to the teacher,” you announce. After you say goodbye, you head out of the cafeteria.

Just as you make it past the doors, a hand on your shoulder causes you to turn around. A look of happiness passes over your face as you realize it was Peter.

“Hey!” You start walking backward as you talk to him. “Why are you here?” You ask, slightly confused.

Flustered, Peter shrugged. “I- I just didn’t want you to walk to class alone,” he laughed. You gave him a confused smile, but went with it anyways.

Throughout the walk, you couldn’t help but study his features. You noticed every fine line, every crease near his eyes. God, those eyes.

You could stare into them for the rest of eternity. The deep chocolate brown pools were filled with emotion, something you couldn’t quite recognize.

A sudden urge to hold his face in your hands came over you, and you quickly looked away with a blush adorning your cheeks.

You looked back at him when Peter softly grabbed your arm. He looked at you with amusement in his soft eyes. He pointed to the door next to you.

“Isn’t this your class?” He laughed as you gave a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I guess I just got… sidetracked,” you replied. Reaching up to loop your arms around his body, you buried your face in his neck. Breaking apart, you waved a small good-bye as you stepped into the classroom.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your mind off of Peter. Sure, you knew you had a crush on him. But how far did those feelings go? You couldn’t take another day of soft touches and hugs only as friends.

As soon as you were released from the last class of the day, you and hundreds of other students flocked to the exit of your school. You waited near a bench outside for a certain brown-haired boy to pop up. You grinned as you noticed him, waving Peter over towards you.

Just like you always did, you waited for Peter’s ride to show up. Every day Peter would get picked up by Happy to train for an hour or two after school. You would always wait until you were sure Peter was safe, then head to the nearest subway station to go to your own apartment.

It was a Friday, meaning he would go on patrol today. This also meant you would stay up all night, worried, until he sent you a text letting you know that he was safe and in his bed at home. You never told Peter that you didn’t sleep until you were certain he was okay, out of fear he might become upset.

You eventually reached home, unlocking the door to an empty apartment. Your parents were out this weekend, working.

They worked late into the night and left early in the morning, leaving you to have it mostly to yourself for majority of the day. You knew better to complain, however. The dedication they put into their jobs enabled you to have all the luxuries you had today.

You made your way to your bedroom, collapsing on the bed with a huff. You simply lay there for a while, staring at the unmoving ceiling while thoughts swirling in your head. Many- okay all- of them revolving around the one and only Peter Parker.

Ever since you had been old enough to have feelings for somebody, you know you liked Peter. Of course, you had never told him. Why would you risk ruining such an amazing friendship?

So, you sucked it up. You encouraged him to ask Gwen Stacy out in the 6th grade. You held him at 3 in the morning when they broke up in 8th grade. You watched him pine over Liz Allen just a year ago, and you had a front-row seat to see his heartbreak when he had to let her go because of his hero duties.

You were there through it all. But would he ever see you as more than a friend? Would he ever realize that you had comforted him when nobody else had?

You sighed and rolled over, not bothering to change your clothes after the long school day. Even with the thoughts and fears pounding in your head, your eyes closed and you slowly dozed off.

You woke with a start to a dark room. The sun had set in the many hours you had been asleep. Cursing under your breath, you checked your phone to see no new texts from Peter.

You stood up from your bed, stretching out your limbs. Grabbing your phone, you padded over to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for yourself.

It was 11 pm when you finished eating and cleaning the kitchen. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup of hot tea, you heard a noise coming from your room. With a gulp, you grabbed a knife from a kitchen drawer and slowly crept down the hallway.

Reaching the closed door, you took a deep breath as you pushed it open, ready to stab at whatever was in there.

A startled, “WAIT!” stopped you, the knife in your hand dangerously close to a familiar masked face.

“Peter?” You asked, confused. “What are you…” your voice trailed off as you noticed the large gash in his side. Eyes traveling up and down his body, you took into account the cuts and scrapes littering his skin. Or at least, what was exposed from the torn suit.

You gasped, looking up into the white eyes of his mask. Peter’s hand came up, pulling it off his head in a swift motion. He winced, and you instantly leaned forward to steady him.

Peter’s gaze fell to his feet, and you gently took a step toward him. Placing a finger under his chin, you raised his head to look at him. You searched his eyes, finding pain and again, that mystery emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, uh. I got hurt,” Peter tried for a joke, earning an eye roll from you.

“I can see that,” you responded with a laugh. He nodded, and you noticed he started to wobble a bit. “Woah there, babe. Sit down,” you dragged your desk chair out towards him, gently lowering him in it. It took you a second to realize what pet name had just rolled off your tongue. Peter didn’t say anything, instead looking at you intently.

“I- I was closer to your place than mine. It kinda hurts, y/n,” he murmured, hurt washing over his face. You nodded quickly, heart aching to see him in pain.

“I’m going to grab some first-aid stuff. I’ll be right back,” you promised, rushing away to grab the supplies as quickly as you could.

Coming back, you immediately got to work. Unfortunately, that required Peter to peel off his suit, leaving him in only his boxers. You tried not to take notice of it, focusing on the rather large cut covering his upper torso.

After a few winces and yelps from Peter, you finished. He noticed you starting to doze off as you cleaned up the bloody mess around you, smiling to himself.

As you reentered the room, he beckoned to you. Walking over, you let out a sound of surprise as he pulled you into his lap. However, you didn’t protest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his bare chest.

You spent a few minutes like this, you straddling his legs with your face pressed into his torso. Finally, it was too much for you to handle.

You looked up, attempting to push yourself away from his muscular body. Peter was unmoving, however, looking down at you in concern.

“Peter, I-,” your voice broke, and you quickly looked away to hide your tear-filled eyes. Pushing harder this time, you stood up from his grasp and walked away. Turning back around, you felt your heart break again as you caught sight of his distraught face. “I can’t do this Peter,” you whispered, praying he heard the raw emotion in your voice.

“Why not?” He asked, voice catching. “Am I not good enough for you?” It was his turn to start crying. You gasped, rushing forward towards him.

“What? No, of course not!” You exclaimed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. “This whole time I thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed, becoming aware of Peter’s hands grabbing your waist.

“Are you kidding? I love you, y/n,” Peter murmured. He pulled you suddenly into a kiss, quickly taking control of it with a moan.

You broke apart, breathing heavily. “Goddamnit, Peter. I love you so much,” you hummed, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I have to tell you something,” Peter confessed. You gave him a confused look, sitting up straight.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“I was planning to tell you tonight anyway. The injury was just… convenient,” he said with a smile.

You laughed, shaking your head and planting a small kiss against his lips. You leaned forward into Peter’s warm embrace.

You found yourself back in the position you were before, straddling his lap. You pressed your face against the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet smell. This time, you dozed off, comforted by Peter’s presence.

You were awoken by the feeling of movement. Peter was standing, gently holding you and walking over to your bed. You made a noise of protest and tried to get him to put you down.

Peter laughed. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I got you, love,” he said, carefully pulling back the covers and setting you down onto the mattress. As he stood up, your hand reached out and grabbed his.

“Stay? Please,” you whispered, gazing at Peter. One look at your face, and he knew he was done for. With a soft smile on his face, he nodded and climbed in quietly behind you.

Pulling the sheets over both of your bodies, you pushed back into his firm chest. Peter’s arms came up and wrapped around your stomach, hugging you close to his warm body.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

[beatrix-james]

I saw the scars

This is also posted on Ao3, you can read it here https://archiveofourown.org/works/29847555, I wrote this a while ago and just edited it, enjoy! 

3 months.

It had been 3 months and she had never looked more beautiful. It was her hair that had first caught his attention. Red to the average person but to him it was a plethora of different shades one could only see if they looked closely enough.

Harry, of course, had looked very closely and had therefore noticed the way that the sun danced on the strands and revealed the golden highlights hidden beneath the red.

He was still watching her hair now, 3 months later, at Quidditch practice. He could see her shouting at Mclaggen. Merlin, he hated Mclaggen. Always thinking he knew what everyone should be doing. This was their first practice together with him subbing in for Ron and he was acting like a complete twat, this was one of the reasons why he wasn’t on the team normally.

Harry could imagine the angry stare Ginny was giving him with those chocolate brown eyes. The way that the golden specks glimmered when the sun caught them. Harry shook himself back to the present as he concentrated on the practice game. 

Ginny was facing Mclaggen and the goal posts as she gave him an angry speech. He gazed on, flying in midair, at the way her eyebrows scrunched together and she gestured with her hands. He chuckled when she began pointing at her head and he heard her yell, “Use your brain you nitwit! We all know what we’re doing so leave us alone and sort yourself out!” 

Harry was still staring at her as he heard the whoosh of a bludger rush past him, straight for Ginny. He vaguely heard someone call out behind him but he didn’t stop to listen. Without really contemplating what he was doing, he willed his firebolt to go faster than the ball. He didn't really care if it hit him, he was more than used to having a few bruises, he just didn't want it to hurt her. He mentally cringed at how pathetic he sounded.

He watched as he overtook the bludger and stopped abruptly in front of Ginny. He felt a crack in his shoulder and paint shot through his arm. He looked down and thought it looked a little odd, like it was just hanging there. He winced but quickly turned, despite the terrible pain it caused his arm, to see Ginny bump head first into one of the goal posts. She stumbled a bit on her broom and lost her balance. She started flailing about but managed to catch herself quickly enough, although she still looked a little unsteady. Within seconds Harry was there. 

He put an arm, his uninjured one, around her waist to steady her and together they flew down to the ground. Once their feet touched solid ground they looked at eachother. Brown met green. Ginny's eyes seemed to glaze over slightly as she stared at him longer but then they became focused and they darkened.

"What the hell happened?" She demanded.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, searching her up down, using one arm to pat her side a little awkwardly, he had never been great at comforting people.

"Yeah I’m fine, a bit dizzy but it’ll go. Now would you like to tell me what happened?” She said, moving away from him to put her broom against a broom cupboard.

Harry would be lying if he said his hand didn’t feel a little cold from the loss of contact but he shrugged it off, "It's my fault. I knocked into you, sorry.”  He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh stop with the hero act, you don't have to be so noble all the time, I can take a bludger, I don’t need a man to save me." Ginny said with a raised eyebrow and an eye roll.

Harry smiled back glad to see the colour returning to her face, "I know you don’t need anyone to save you but I wouldn’t have to in the first place if my star chaser had been looking around her." 

Ginny scoffed, ignoring the little fluttering in her stomach at hearing him call her his star chaser,  "Oh please you and I both know McClaggen needed to be told off. I swear that bloody boy drives me insane! Leave it to my git of a brother to get poisoned and make us use Mclaggen." 

Harry stared at her for a second before replying with a grin, "Yeah honestly, couldn't he have waited until the summer when we don't have a match against Ravenclaw? What's his problem?"

Ginny looked relieved that Harry had carried on her joke and she smiled "Well I guess we'll just have to make do with-" she raised an eyebrow at Mclaggen who was talking to a furious Katie Bell about the best way to throw a quaffle "-whatever that is." 

Harry snorted softly, getting lost in the way she ran her hand through the strands of hair that had come loose from the long plait down her back. 

Harry was about to say something when she lifted his arm and placed it on top of her shoulders. He couldn't help but wince as the pain returned to his arm. White and hot. 

He took in a sharp breath and clenched his jaw, trying not to show any other sign of pain.

"Harry? What's wrong?" She asked as she looked up at him.

"Nothing, nothing don't worry Gin let's just keep on walking." He said, giving her a small smile and closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the stabbing pain coming from his shoulder.

"Will you stop that! You're clearly in pain, for merlin's sake Harry let me take you to the hospital Wing!" She said carefully lifting his arm off her. This time Harry made sure to mask his reaction and instead he rolled his eyes at her "Look, I appreciate the concern but I’m fine, really. I think the bludger grazed my shoulder, that's all, it's probably just bruised."

"Bruised my arse, we're gonna go to the hospital Wing and if you don’t cooperate I will levitate you, do not test me Potter." She said with that fiery look she got in her eyes whenever someone- usually boys- tried to tell her she couldn’t do something or when someone challenged her to a race- Harry knew better then to do that.

Once they finally made it to the hospital wing Harry sat on one of the beds as Ginny went to get Madame Pomfrey.  He saw Ron lying a few beds down from him, his chest rising and falling steadily in his sleep. 

Harry briefly contemplated sneaking out before Ginny's words echoed in his head 'do not test me Potter'. He sat back down and waited until she came back with the school nurse.

"Of course it's you Potter. Why is it that you can't even go to Quidditch practice without injuring something." She tutted.

"Me and the bludgers- we’ve got a special connection." He said, nodding seriously at Madame Pomfrey although he snuck a wink at Ginny who rolled her eyes but gave a small smirk as well. Harry gave her a lopsided grin just as he felt a hot pain in his arm again and he closed his eyes, fighting not to wince.

"Definitely broken and the arm has detached from the socket, take off your shirt Potter." 

Harry was in too much pain to properly process what was happening as he attempted to lift his arms but he quickly realised it wasn't going to work. Madame Pomfrey huffed out a breath and waved her wand, his shirt vanished quickly. She walked away quickly to her office to grab some potions and whatever other medical aid she would need. 

Ginny frowned. There were two noticeable things she saw, one, he was very slim. She already knew that, however seeing the outline of his ribs shocked her more than she thought it would. 

Her frown deepened upon seeing thin scars along his abdomen. Some were faded and a pale colour against his dark skin, others looked newly healed. Her thoughts raced as she tried to think of an explanation for the scars but her mind kept coming to one conclusion, a conclusion that made her skin crawl, she felt a cold fury take over her as thought of what Harry could possibly have gone through. 

She knew he had had a… difficult life, to put it simply. She had seen the burns that lined his arms and the odd scar she saw along his neck or leg and of course, his perpetually bruised knees however she had never thought much of it, assuming he was just clumsy and had bad luck.  

At that moment, Harry looked up to her, face tight from the pain. He saw the expression of rage on her face and followed her eyes downward, to his stomach. 

His heart stopped in his chest as he saw what she was looking at. He panicked, no one was supposed to see them. How had he been so careless to let Ginny, Ginny of all people, see them? 

He closed his eyes and concentrated hard on the scars, imagining his skin without the blemishes. They quickly faded, leaving his olive skin smooth as it should be. 

Ginny’s eyes widened. What happened? There were scars there before, she was sure of it. She took a step forward, ready to confront him when-

"Drink this. It’s for the pain.” Madame Pomfrey handed him a steaming purple potion which Harry diligently drank with only a slight grimace. 

Madam Pomfrey traced her wand along Harry's arm slowly, a complicated incantation escaping her lips as she concentrated.  

“I've fixed the broken bones and put your arm back in place but it'll still be a little sore and I'm going to need you to stay the night here." Madame Pomfrey said while bandaging his arm and shoulder and gesturing for him to lay on the bed. 

He lay back cautiously, careful  to avoid too much movement on his arm. “This is a sleep potion, I suggest you take it, it’ll help with the healing process.”

Harry nodded stiffly, eyes not meeting Ginny. Madame Pomfrey handed him back his shirt, which he quickly pulled on and she left quickly after that.  Ginny cast a quick silencing charm around them before turning round to face him again.

“Right what was that?” She said, hands on hips.

“What was what?” Harry asked, eyes still downcast onto his hands.

“Well either I’m hallucinating or you’ve become really good at wandless magic.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw the scars Harry, talk to me.” Ginny said, voice low and gentler than before.

Harry shook his head emphatically, glasses slipping down his nose at the movement. 

“Harry please, I can help you.” She pleaded.

He cleared his throat and then finally looked up at her, there was no emotion in his face, it was a mask concealing whatever he was really feeling. “It’s nothing, really.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Was all she responded with. She needed to get to the bottom of whatever this was.

“Ginny. I said it’s nothing, drop it, please.” He spoke,swallowing hard.

“I’m not dropping it until you tell me what’s really going on.” She crossed her arms over her chest as if to show him that she meant what she said.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” He said, voice rising.

“So there is something to talk about then?” She pressed, hopeful to get something out of him. 

Ginny knew how Harry coped with grief. He shut down, getting trapped in his own head and convincing himself that every bad thing that had ever happened was somehow his fault. He never talked to anyone about whatever he was going through, preferring to take the suffer in silence option. Ginny also knew how detrimental this was to him and she was determined to not let him spiral in his dark thoughts, even if that meant getting him angry enough to shout at her.

“No- I- I didn’t mean that.” He let out a frustrated grown, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses and looking away from her.

“Just tell me Harry! I can help you.” She tried again, losing hope that he would say anything.

Then suddenly his head snapped up to meet her gaze, “Fine! What do you want me to say? My Uncle hits me? Is that it? That when he’s angry he takes it out on me? Well there you go, I hope you're happy.” 

Silence.

Harry's heavy breathing was the only thing breaking the perfect quiet, his hard gaze not leaving hers until he had finished and realised what he said. His breath hitched, hand flying up to his hair from habit.

He looked around quickly to check if Ron was awake or if Madame Pomfrey had heard him.

“I put a silencing charm around us, they didn’t hear anything.” Ginny said quietly. 

She had assumed that he had suffered some sort of emotional abuse from his home life, and after seeing the scars along his body she had come to the conclusion that the abuse may not have just been emotional, but hearing him say it still caused a physical pain in her chest.

She swallowed thickly before taking a seat at the edge of his hospital bed. There were still things she needed to talk to him about and breaking out into tears would not help either of them.

“I don’t want your pity.” Harry said suddenly, looking out the window onto the grounds. 

“I’m not going to give you pity.” Ginny said, following his gaze outside. 

His head turned to look at her immediately, brows furrowing.

“I’m going to help you.” She added, still looking through the glass.

Help him? Harry wasn’t sure if Ginny knew how much those words meant to him, even if there wasn’t much she could do. 

She hadn’t looked at him in disgust and called him weak. She hadn’t said meaningless words, ‘I’m so sorry.’ or ‘Oh no, that must be difficult.’. She hadn’t asked him to recount every time he had been punched or hit by his Uncle’s belt. 

No.

She had offered to help.

“How can you help me?” Harry asked, looking down at his bed sheets.

“I’ll help in any way I can.” She said quietly.

He let out a broken laugh although it didn't last long, “There’s nothing you can do, I have to go back and unless I suddenly lose my magic and turn normal or I don’t know become a cat, they’re not going to treat me any better.”  Even if I do turn into a squib or a cat they probably wouldn’t be any nicer. He thought.

“I’m not going to let them hurt you!” Ginny suddenly said, louder. She looked at him with a fiery protectiveness in her eyes. 

“Gin-”

“No, Harry. I know there isn’t much I can directly do but this is serious-”

“I’m fine, honestly!” He tried to reason with her.

“No you're not! They hurt you! They hurt you, and I’ll make them pay for that even if I have to do it myself, I won’t let you go through this alone anymore.” There was a fierce determination in her expression that almost made him believe it- he wanted to.

He had thought about what leaving the Dursley’s would be like. He imagined it, dreamt about it and finally, on his eleventh birthday, he thought that maybe, just maybe, his dream would become reality. 

When Hagrid had taken him away he had allowed a flower of hope to bloom inside of him, with every new part of the wizarding world he saw, the flower grew and he could almost taste freedom from the house that would never be a home to him. A house that held enough bad memories to give him nightmares for the rest of his life. A house that was more like a prison than a home.

Then suddenly, the flower had wilted. The light inside of him dimmed as he learnt that he would have to return to his prison, every year. 

Sure, it would be better than before, he could threaten them with his magic at first. But then, they found out that he couldn’t use magic outside of school. That had brought back all of the old hatred, diminishing their fears that he may turn them into frogs if they hurt him.

Then came Sirius, a new thing to threaten the Dursley’s with. But of course, that too didn’t work for long, leaving Harry defencless and at the mercy of his relatives. 

“Ginny, I understand that you want to help, but there really isn’t anything that you can do. I can leave after this summer anyway.” I’ll finally be free. He thought- well, free of the Dursleys at least, he still had other worries of course.

Ginny’s jaw tightened as she contemplated what he said. She knew he was right, but knowing that there was nothing that she could do, not much at least, ate away at her.

She hated feeling helpless. It was a feeling she knew all too well. 

After her first year and everything that happened with the diary, her family had coddled her and apologized so many times they could have written a book.

Molly acted as if she was a precious doll made of china that would break if a gust of wind ruffled her hair. She was given no chores, nothing to do, wasn’t allowed to play quidditch with her brothers, no. She was told to “Just sit there for a bit, read a book.” It had driven her insane that she didn’t have control over her life, she hated that after a year of being controlled by an evil wizard she was now being controlled by her family, even if they didn’t mean it, or even realise it.

She wanted desperately to help Harry in any way she could, big or small.

“We’ll find a way.” She spoke, looking into his emerald eyes and grasping his hand in her, “There’s always a way.”

Harry tucked his lower lip in between his teeth as he resumed his gaze out the window. 

“How- how bad is it?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“Depends on your definition of bad.” 

“Harry.” 

He sighed, turning back to her, “It’s not that bad, just a slap every once in a while, nothing I can’t manage.” He tried to keep his tone light hearted.

Ginny didn’t buy it. “You don’t get those scars from ‘a slap every once in a while.’” 

Harry looked back down.

“I’m here for you Harry, I’m not going anywhere. You can trust me.” She said softly, squeezing his hand gently.

It was something in the way she said. They weren’t just empty words that would break once he told her everything, she wasn’t going to leave him.

“It was bad.” He wanted to continue but the words caught in his throat. Ginny said nothing, only giving his hand another squeeze. 

Harry rolled his head back to the ceiling and closed his eyes.

“Sometimes they wouldn’t feed me for days. They’d lock my room and pass leftover food through a cat flap, whenever they remembered, that is. I’d have dedicated time to go to the toilet and shower, that was the only time I was allowed out of my room, other than cleaning and cooking of course.” He spoke of it casually, although admitting the words looked painful to him.

With every word that came out of his mouth, Ginny felt a little piece of her heart break for the young man in front of her. He had never done anything to deserve this life, yet here he was telling her of the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his ‘family’ 

She looked over to  him, in his blue striped hospital shirt that stood out against his dark skin. His round glasses and messy, thick hair. She saw that he was shaking as he spoke and   before she could stop herself, she leant over the bed and wrapped her arms around him, careful to avoid his shoulder. 

She didn’t think that words would have the power to convey what she felt in that moment but she hoped he understood just a little. 

He was stiff against her at first but he quickly relaxed and wrapped his good arm around her back, pulling him closer to her. 

“You’re gonna get through this, and I’m going to help you. I promise.” She whispered into his neck. 

Harry said nothing but she felt him smile into her neck.

[amazingdriverfics]

Hey sweetie, can I ask for a Kylo Ren imagine where the reader is dating him? He’s overprotective of her, and tries to keep her to where he could see her. When they were looking for someone to take a mission assignment, she volunteered. Kylo protests about it and it leads to them having a argument and says some hurtful words to her before she left. When the time came for her return, she never did. Kylo grew worried and decided to look for her. He spots the ship she took, now a wreckage site. He

Hey sweetie, can I ask for a Kylo Ren imagine where the reader is dating him? He’s overprotective of her, and tries to keep her to where he could see her. When they were looking for someone to take a mission assignment, she volunteered. Kylo protests about it and it leads to them having a argument and says some hurtful words to her before she left. When the time came for her return, she never did. Kylo grew worried and decided to look for her. He spots the ship she took, now a wreckage site. He saw it was on fire, he rushed towards it, seeing if she was trapped. But when he noticed that she was a few feet away, he rushed to her and saw she had been injured badly. Once the recovery starts, he’s there to take care of her.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I wrote it while listening to The Reason. Sending you tons of love, thank u for the request.

warnings: angst with happy ending, fluff, injury, implied sex. 

The Reason

Walking through the grey halls of the Finalizer rushing to the Intelligence room, you started to think of how much your life had changed since you got to know Kylo, at first the mere sight of him made you shiver, his imposing figure demanding respect and spreading fear into the bodies of everyone standing near him. That was until he noticed you. You were the best at Intelligence Department, you brought in a great amount of resistance members to the First Order and countless informations that guaranteed the success of this organization.

It was the end of your shift, you were walking as fast as you could to the mess hall dying to eat something, you had been hearing your stomach complaints for about two hours now, but you had decided to ignore em’ in order to finish what you were working on. It was a terrible decision, you were starving. And then, you crashed with a huge black figure, falling to the ground.

“Stars, what the fuck are you? A mountain?” you said trying to get back on your feet, cursing the giant in front of you of every bad name you could possibly think. When you managed to stand up and look to the man you crashed into, you frooze, your blood stopped pumping and your face lost all it’s color. “S-Supreme Leader, I’m so-so sorry, I didn’t see it was yo-you”, you whispered facing his terrifying mask.  

Great so this is how I’m going to die, starving after a work day at a corridor in this stupid ship 

“You clearly did not” the mechanic voice reverberated inside of your brain making you even more scared “Or you might have a death wish, I think you need to be taught a lesson”. 

Much to your surprise the night ended at his quarters, he taught you a lesson, but it was the most pleasurable lesson of your life.

That was the start of a series of encounters between you and the Supreme Leader, he would often take you to deserted meeting rooms, computer rooms and his own private quarters. He was an incredible and absolutely gorgeous man, but it was hard for him to open up, so it took about five months for your relationship with Ren to be more than just sexual, you fell for him fast and hard. 

Now everyone in the Finalizer knew you were Kylo’s girl. It was annoying sometimes, you weren’t able to make any new friends, they all feared your lover, and you were constantly being followed by some troopers, Kylo was very protective of you, that’s why you haven’t been outside the ship since you and him started to date. It’s not like you didn’t appreciate his concern, but you missed feeling the breeze making your hair move, the sensation of sun against your skin, the adrenaline of a mission, the high after being successful. However, every time you brought the topic on a conversation with him he quickly said no.  

You got to the  Intelligence Room still in your head, but it wasn’t long before your eyes met a red haired man, taking your thoughts elsewhere.

“General Hux, a pleasure to see you, sir” you said stopping at the door waiting for his command. 

“Thank you, L/N, I was just starting to tell you colleagues about a mission that will take place in Bespin, we need someone to infiltrate among locals and check an information about a Resistance recruiter working in the area” he said, with a monotonous voice and a certain mischief on his eyes. “I was hoping that you could take the job, you are the best at this after all and you haven’t been active in field for almost a year now”. 

“It’s a honor, sir. You can count on me”, excitement started to pump in your veins, you were thrilled, you loved to act as an undercover for the First Order the only problem would be to tell Kylo about it, you weren’t so sure he would understand, but this time you would stand your ground.

“I’m happy to hear that, L/N, we will be leaving at 0800 hours in the next cycle, see you at the hangar” he said making his way out of the room. “Yes, sir”, you answered doing your best to hide the excitement in your voice, but you were certain that you had failed.

Your anxiety increased with the passage of time, you barely touched your lunch and by the time you finished your shift you felt like you were going to die. You took the longest path to Kylo’s quarters, you knew he would feel your anxiety the moment you got closer to it, and you weren’t exactly looking forward to the conversation you were about to have. After a ten minute walk to his place you were finally standing outside the door, you typed the passcode with shaking hands.

“What’s wrong?” he said, the minute you walked in, getting out of the living room couch and making his way to you “Someone hurt you?”. You shook your head, tears of anxiety falling slowly down your face. “I w-was assigned on a field mission by Hux” you whispered cleaning your face with your hands. 

“I’ll tell him that it is not a option, don’t worry, I won’t let anyone put you at risk, love” he wrapped his arms around you “I missed you” he said into your hair. You shook your head once again, leaving his embrace “You don’t understand, Kylo. I want to go. Don’t get me wrong, I love every single moment I spend with you, but I really love what I do, I miss being undercover, I like the thrill of it, it makes me feel alive”

“That’s not up to discussion, you. are. not. going. End of story” he said with anger dripping from every word. “You are right, Kylo, this is not up to discussion, I am going, I was just letting you know, not asking for permission”, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy but you needed to be firm, to make him understand. 

“You are not going, Y/N, you are weak, you are not capable of it, you are going to fail and then you are going to get hurt. It’s that what you want?” he barked at your face, eyes filled with rage. Every single word was like a punch to your stomach. “You don’t mean this, Kylo, stop being a dick. You’re just scared”.

“Scared? You should be the one terrified, you’re a nobody in this Order, if anything happens to you, no one will remember you.” now the tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t believe he said that, it seemed that you were back to the day that you bumped into his chest, he was a stranger to you once again.

“Well, if I’m a nobody to this Order, than I’m nothing to you, Supreme Leader” you didn’t wait for a reply, before he could hurt you again you were going back to your quarters, leaving him and his anger behind. As you turned around the hallway you could hear the sound of his lightsaber going through his furniture. 

Kylo overreacted, he knew it, but the thought of losing you killed him on the inside, you were the only good thing in his life, the reason that he got out of bed every morning, why he tried to be a decent person, and he blew his chance, his rage got the best of him. So he made a plan to win you back, Ren was standing at the hangar maskless with a basket full of your favorite things in one hand and with a speech in his head.

 A ship landed there, but it wasn’t the ship you went to Bespin with. He started to panic and make his way to the vehicle. The ramp lowered and there were a great amount of troopers with injuries and covered in dirt. The basket was quickly forgotten on the ground.

You were nowhere to be found, that’s when his eyes met Hux, he quickly made his way to the red haired man, now with dirty clothes and a purple eye. He caught the man by the throat. “Where is she?” Kylo gritted through his teeth. “The ship exploded, and she was nowhere to be found, Supreme Leader” he whispered, having trouble breathing. “Prepare my ship” Ren barked to his subordinates letting Hux fall to the ground “If she is dead, your head will be standing in my quarters walls by the next cycle”. 

His trip to Bespin was quick, his anxiety consumed every single atom of his body, he couldn’t lose you, you couldn’t die knowing that his last words to you were so cruel, he didn’t mean it, he knew you were very much capable of anything but he was so scared, he felt like the little boy he left in the past. When he got to the crash he almost emptied his stomach on the ground, the ship was destroyed, everything was on fire. Fighting against every feeling running through his body he tried to concentrate on finding your signature through the force, when he felt you he almost cried, relief coursed through him.

Your signature was there, it was a week one, which meant you were seriously injured. Without thinking Kylo made his way through the fire, and he saw you, lying on the ground with burns all over your small body, a few feet away from the crash. The following hours were a blur. He saved you and soon you two were back on the Finalizers hangar. He stayed with you in the med bay and threatened every single doctor encouraging them to save you.

 You had had serious burns and broken bones caused by the impact when you were thrown away by the explosion. When you woke up you were in so much pain that all you could do was scream, he held your hand and let you squeeze it as hard as you needed. The treatment was long and hard, Kylo wished that he could take away all of your pain, but even his force healing abilities weren’t developed enough to do that. So he stayed there, by your side, helping you eat, helping you shower, helping you take your medication, talking to you until you slept, holding you tenderly through your nightmares. After two months in the medical bay, you got permission to get back to his quarters, you still had daily appointments to check on your burns and physical therapy to attend.

Walking was still a challenge for you since you broke your pelvis so he carried you there, and covered you with love. Your fight was now long forgotten, he apologised when you were still in the med bay, and it didn’t take you long to forgive him, you could see in his eyes how much he loved you, and his actions didn’t fail to prove that you were right. Ever since the crash Kylo whispered how much he needed you and adored you every single night before you slept. A year after he saved your life Ren asked you to marry him and you didn’t think twice before saying yes.

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