#it's weird because he caused so much problems the past weeks

[captain-huggy-bear]

"How dare you talk about my future husband like that…"

Pairing: Clayton Keller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Clayton is feeling self conscious about his eye since his injury, you are not having any of it.

Notes: I've been noticing that Clay's still got some bloodshot and damage to his eye and just wondered if he feels a little self conscious about it (even though he shouldn't because he's so handsome.)

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

Clayton is staring at himself in the hallway mirror when you get home from running some errands. Turning this way and that, long fingers pulling at the skin around his left eye where it’s still somewhat bruised and swollen. The eye that is still bloodshot and damaged from the puck he took to the face a few weeks ago. It’s been a slow to heal problem, one he seemed to not be bothered by, until now.

When he lets out a rough, heavy sigh and glances over at you with a frown, you know somethings wrong before he even starts to speak. It’s all in the set of his shoulders, in the downturn of his mouth, the way he’s not smiling at seeing you back home.

"I look fucking awful right now." 

The comment has you dropping your shopping bags to the floor, not caring too much about your shopping, hands falling to rest on your hips as you glare at your boyfriend. Your handsome, wonderful boyfriend who had just dared to call himself anything but. 

"Take that back right now." Clay rolls his eyes at you, at the harsh tone of your voice and the way you’re standing like a disapproving parent. He knows he looks awful and doesn’t want your pity, his eye looks like someone’s burst it and the skin around is all weird mottled colours, sickly yellows and greens. It’s ugly. Disgusting. He’s surprised you’ve been able to stand looking at him the past few weeks and he doesn’t want your pity, your false reassurances. 

"But, I do, my eye is so fucking messed up still...fucking ugly." The words are spat out, like they taste bad and they certainly leave a bad taste in your mouth as you close the short distance between the two of you, hands falling to his wrist, landing over his bracelets as you tug until he looks at you. Your thumb brushing against the delicate skin of his wrist. 

Some of your anger, your bite is gone the moment he looks at you because he’s so…so sad, you can tell that Clayton genuinely feels like his eye is ugly, like the bruising, the bloodshot nature of it all, makes him any less wonderful. You’re not used to him being self conscious or sad, he’s always so level headed. It’s usually you in his spot and him in yours.

"How dare you talk about my future husband like that…" Your voice doesn’t have any of the bite that it might have done a few minutes ago, in fact your voice is quiet and soft as you look up at him. Your hand slips from his wrist, fingers twining with his to hold his hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"Y/N..." He groans low in his throat, deep and scratchy, head tilting and falling to his shoulder. He doesn’t believe you, you can tell, he thinks you’re just trying to make him feel better and that’s just not on. 

A strand of his hair falls forward from where it had been slicked back, you reach up with your free hand to push it back and out of the way, taking the opportunity to cup his face after, fingers rubbing at the skin around his eye gently. 

"I mean it. You're not ugly, it's not possible. The only thing I think when I see your eye is that I hope you're not in pain..." That’s all you’d been concerned about for the past 3 weeks, that Clay was comfortable, that every time you kissed him you weren’t causing him more pain. The idea that he wasn’t as handsome had never even crossed your mind. You’re not actually sure it’s possible for Clay to be anything but handsome.

“You don’t have to say stuff to make me feel better, baby…it’s okay, it’s ugly and it’s fine.” 

“Clayton John Keller.” You snap out, hand cupping his cheek more firmly and turning his eyes to look at you, really look at you as you step further into his personal space, “Stop assuming i’m lying. I have never lied to you, not once.” It’s something you’ve never felt the need to do around Clay, even when you first started dating…it didn’t matter how bad the situation, you knew that Clay wouldn’t judge you or yell at you, so you’d never felt that panic, that need to hide anything from him and you certainly weren’t going to lie about this. “You could lose an eye, you could have bruises across your entire face, a broken nose, split lip, and I would still think you’re the most handsome man on this planet, Clayton Keller and I am not lying about that.”

“C’mon, baby, you can’t seriously tell me that this,” Clay gestures to his eye, to the big red blood spot across his sclera, “is attractive?” 

“Why not? I…” He raises an eyebrow at you when you stop yourself short and you work up the bravery inside you to admit something you’ve kept quiet, “I actually think…this makes me a terrible person by the way and I'm sorry, but I actually think you look hotter injured.” You close your eyes tight, scrunching up your features, before opening one eye to check his reaction.

“What?” He’s stumped, looking at you like you just told him the president was an alien or that chocolate was actually made from insects. Clay’s mouth is open, jaw dropped just slightly, brows furrowed, blue eyes confused and it’s adorable, even if you feel embarrassed about your confession. 

“Look, I know it makes me a terrible person but there’s something about you covered in blood and bruises…” 

A smirk starts to grow on Clay’s face once your words sink in, the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen from him since walking through the front door. His blue eyes gleam with a sort of twisted delight, a mischief that makes your stomach buzz with butterflies, as his dimples start to show on one side of his mouth. 

“...Is that why you practically jumped me after the Winnipeg game, sweet girl?” You don’t even realise he’s corralling you, moving you until your back hits the hallway wall and he’s leaning over you, forearm pressed against the wall beside your head. 

“Shut up…” You murmur it, unable to do much more as your body fills with giddy, nervous energy (the good kind), as your face warms and your toes curl because of how he’s looking at you, all half-lidded eyes and a toothy smirk that makes you want to scream like a teenage girl. How he ever thought he was ugly you can’t comprehend when he makes you feel like you’re combusting right now.

“...You still think I'm handsome?” It’s teasing, mischievious as he leans ever closer, until your only response is a high pitched giggle that gives you away because fuck, he’s so hot…you’re not sure how you nabbed him, what made him pick you of all people, but you’re thankful for whatever convinced him you were the one.

“Baby? Do you think i’m handsome?” He asks again because apparently your giggles aren’t enough of an answer or more accurately because he hates you and wants to torture you even as he smiles down at you all dimples and teeth.

“I always think you're handsome…especially when you smile like that.” 

“C’mere,” It’s silly how he always says that, but he’s the one that moves towards you. Clay’s quick to close the distance between you, slanting his mouth over yours into a sweet but firm kiss, it lasts longer than you expect, long enough for your hands to make their way into his shoulder length strands, long enough for him to practically press you into the wall,  “Thanks for keeping me in check, baby,” He’s practically murmuring it against your lips, not pulling away any further than necessary and you consider this an achievement. That you’ve taken his mood from self conscious and dower, back to teasing and sweet, back to standard Clay. 

“You’re welcome.”

“Just know I'm never going to forget that you’re a little freak who thinks I'm hotter when I'm bloody.”

“Clay, I swear to God!”

[nelkcats]

Love me, Love me not

To gain power and cause chaos Klarion summons the Ghost King; when Danny appears in the summoning circle Klarion confesses that he is in love with him, and he is what he always dreamed of, the halfa is confused at first but the witch boy sounds so certain that he starts to believe it.

After some time with him Danny starts to like the witch and considers dating him, but the more time they spend together, the more doubtful he becomes about his decision and one day the halfa finally asks "Why do you love me?" Klarion immediately replies "Because you are powerful"

Danny is confused by that answer. He had been helping Klarion for a couple of days and the boy always praised his power, but surely he had to love something else? Feeling his heart in his throat the halfa asked "And what else?", Klarion remains silent.

Is a bittersweet revelation for Danny, who thought someone finally loved him for more than just his power, he probably should have seen it coming; but they had been through so much, discovered so much about the world together, that the Ghost King foolishly thought they were really falling in love.

Before the boy can break his heart into more pieces, the King runs away feeling like the world's biggest idiot. Of course Klarion only wanted power from him, he said so from the beginning. But Danny wanted so badly to believe otherwise.

He could go back and kill him with a snap of his fingers, but what good would it do? He would only be destroying himself, because at the end of the day the Ghost King fell in love with the Witch boy.

When Danny runs, Klarion realizes that he was in love with him, but maybe it's too late for that

[bunnyboy-juice]

awawawawawawa

[quarterlifekitty]

Promethean

Fuckboy!Soap x shy!reader x Ghost p.3

Soap likes to think of himself as someone who’s not just a fuckboy.

But it’s hard to think that when, right now, he’s literally checking his phone more often than he did when nana was touch-and-go in the hospital, with his train line experiencing heavy delays from inclement weather.

He tilts the screen to his face for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Nothing.

Well, not nothing. There’s never nothing. Social media alerts. Hearts in games refilled. Reminders of all the shit he’s left in his cart across various shopping apps.

The emails. My god, the emails…

But it may as well be empty, seeing as the one thing he wants to see isn’t there.

The fuck was your problem, lately? Not responding to his texts when he used to see the read checkmark within thirty seconds alongside a typing bubble. Yeah maybe he’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t act all lovey dovey the way you want him to when he fucks you, and he doesn’t even look at you when he passes you on campus, and he typically ignores it when you say hey— that kinda hurts, and….

Whatever. He’s not the one under examination here. You’re being the problem right now.

He should move down the contact list. He has options.

But first he needs to figure out what the fuck is going on with you. It’s gonna drive him crazy. He has a beautiful mind, that way. Should’ve been a detective.

His first clue comes with your next class together, right at the start of the week. It’s a little colder. The heat in this wing of the building has been kinda spotty at best. He himself is wearing pants longer than basketball shorts, which is cause to alert the media.

You’re wearing something big and faded and black. It swallows you. It’s familiar. There’s some cracked, plastic design on the front that used to be a logo, probably. But maybe it’s familiar because you’ve worn it before— it’s not like he’s really paid much attention to what you’ve worn in the past, not unless it was short or low cut.

Simon’s been around the house even less than usual. And when he is home, the door to his room is closed. Weird, considering he’s always been one of those door-open freaks. Whatever, maybe he’s taken up jacking off more lately. God knows he’s never let Johnny set him up with someone.

You’ve been different. Smiley. Not that Soap would know or anything. But your errant behavior warrants a closer look. Tapping away at your phone under the table. Rushing out of class like you have somewhere to be. Almost skipping.

Maybe he’d gotten a little too lax with baiting you. Needed to recast the enchantment. Make you remember what you were clinging to hope for. Even the most reliable trap will fail if it’s not baited.

“Gonna be a rager this wknd at the house, bonnie. Wanna see u there <3”

He was flush with confidence. Even if you didn’t respond now— he’d see you there. Where else would you be on a Saturday night? You’re not the dating type.

Someone call the Audubon Society about this man, because when it comes to predicting the migratory patterns of birds, he’s always right. You’re there before the party is even in full swing. You’re wearing that black sweatshirt again— not the sexiest choice, but he can’t blame you for getting a little sloppy when he hasn’t been around to keep your back straight.

He puts on his best, wolfish grin and leans against the bannister of the staircase so that you won’t be able to help but—

Brush right past him. Up the stairs.

Straight to his room, then? Well, it had been a while since he’d given it to you, huh? Poor thing— suffering from withdrawals. Maybe that’ll teach you not to ignore him when he’s trying to magnanimously grace you with a dick appointment.

He follows, hot on your tail, just in time to feel the tickle of a breeze from the quick closing of a door.

And the door to his room stares back at him.

Wide open.

[gabessquishytum]

Feeling very annoyed about my joint pain right now so what better way to deal with it than projecting my problems onto Dream?

So Dream is hypermobile, and he's been dating Hob for a little while. With Hob, he doesn't feel like he complains too much, he doesn't feel like he's a burden. He doesn't feel like he has to hide the pain and frustration he has to deal with because of his body. As a child he was often told that he was faking injury to get out of doing things he didn't want to do. Often he was told just to exercise more. As he got older, he was told that he was giving up on himself and that he should just push though the pain (despite the fact that when you're hypermobile, sometimes pushing though the pain now means needing joint replacements in the future). But with Hob, his problems are always taken seriously, his pain is believed and he's never infantilized for it. Hob isn't disgusted by his body doing weird things, his reaction to Dream hyperextending something on purpose isn't "put that away that's gross" it's "you'll regret that tomorrow"

Dream has definitely subluxed his jaw while giving Hob blow jobs before. After, because you know Dream wouldn't stop sex for something as trivial as a subluxation, Hob heats up a rice bag and massages Dream's face.

On his bad days, sometimes Hob will stay home from work just to comfort and be there for him. It's care like he's known from no other person ever in his life and he almost certainly cries about how lucky he is (usually in Hob's arms) at least once a week

Idk where exactly I'm going with this. But I'm just spinning the concept of hypermobile!Dream getting comfort and acceptance from Hob in my head. Just Dream getting the comfort I wish I had in my life.

Oh anon, joint pain is so horrible. I'm sorry you're going through it. I'm also in the hypermobile club, so I feel you. I really do.

Dream finds it hard to accept that this will be his life forever, you know? There's no cure for his condition, only management. He spent a lot of time pretending that there was nothing wrong, and ended up hurting himself. He has so many regrets... but knowing that he also gets to spend the rest of his life with Hob makes it almost bearable. Hob has slowly adjusted their shared home to be hypermobile-friendly, putting in all the accommodations that Dream has denied himself over the years: a bath chair, perching stools in the kitchen, banisters on the staircases, even a wedge for their bed so Dream can prop himself up when he's feeling bad enough to be bedbound.

Hob knows Dream’s body better than his own. When Dream hyperextends his knees, Hob is the one to notice and give him a gentle nudge. When he's standing and hanging off his joints and straining them, Hob grabs him a chair so he can sit down instead. When he needs his ring splints, it's usually Hob who fetches and puts them on for him. Dream often feels like a burden, but Hob tries to explain that all of these things aren't chores for him. They're just intuitive, easy acts of love. Hob WANTS to be Dream’s support.

Sex is a lot easier with Hob than it ever was with past partners. There's k-tape and splints and joint braces, which Hob treats with the same reverence he'd usually save for lingerie. Dream, naked, clad only in wrist splints and k-tape, is the most beautiful thing in the world to Hob. Cause he knows that Dream isn't going to get hurt while they make wild and glorious love.

They've definitely had wheelchair sex. Hob has knelt between Dream’s slightly spread legs and sucked his cock. Fortunately the brakes were on, or Dream might have gone rolling across the room from the force of his orgasm. Hob is very good with his mouth.

All in all: life is really really hard, but it's also good. And Hob makes it all worth it by being there and being himself. Dream couldn't love him any more if he tried.

[mary-laib]

OKAY WRITING ABOUT JWCT SHIPS TIME:

Sammy x Yasmina

10/10

I love their relationship and how they have come so far throughout cc and ct. Also less to do with the ship but I especially loved how Yasmina was shown in ct to have worked towards facing her fears and has gotten so much further than Sammy, who has been ignoring her problems. There's like nothing to hate about this ship. Everyone agrees they're perfect.

Kenji x Brooklyn

3/10

I've been waiting for them to break up since they got together. She was great for him in the beginning of their relationship, helping him become his own person and becoming less egotistical, but she has refused to change with him, which has made their relationship stagnant. I thing their relationship was good for Kenji and I'm glad they got together if only so that she could help him figure out how to be his own man, but past that, their relationship was pointless and I hope it never gets rejuvenated.

Ben x Darius

8/10

I love them as bros and honestly, despite their obvious closeness and the fact that I would like to see more of their interactions, I see them as more platonic, especially with what Darius said about his crush on Brooklyn. Not because of him liking Brooklyn or girls in general and you'll see why in a minute. But I also wouldn't be mad to see them get together. They're both nerds and I love them.

Darius x Brooklyn

2/10

Honestly, I feel like the same things that caused a rift in Brooklyn's relationship with Kenji would also tear apart her relationship with Darius. And it's stated in the show that it's unrequited. They're good friends, but while he'd probably rate her as his top friend and vice versa, I feel like we can collectively agree that there are other friendships he has that are less toxic. Also the love triangle thing feels so weird when the girl cares less about both the guys combined than either one feels about her.

Darius x Nobody

9/10 The dots have been connected

Now hear me out: I don't feel like his crush has ruined things between him and Ben or Kenji, but some things about what he said regarding his crush and his reactions have made me feel like he is very aroace coded. Which has put a lot of things in perspective for me. Since the beginning of cc, he's been a "power of friendship" guy and rewatching his interactions with everyone, they seem a lot stronger and meaningful as just platonic, rather than romantic. And while everyone around him has been dealing with romance, he's just kind of indifferent to it all until Brooklyn. And his reaction to his crush on Brooklyn just screams repressed aroace with him saying that he never thought he could feel like that (has he never had a crush on anybody before) and how he has completely panicked regarding their relationship. Idk to me, it's giving aroace with a "fake" crush or demi aroace person who has taken way too long to fall for a girl that anybody else would have fallen for after the original bout of mortal danger. He had to be friends with her for YEARS before he could catch a semblance of a crush on her. And it also sounds to me like she was pretty absent in his life before popping in to stay with him for a week, which could also explain why he might he having a "fake" crush (if that is what it is). ALSO: when I say "fake" crush, I'm not trying to downplay his feelings, I'm just referring to something a lot of aroace people experience where you get really close to someone and mistake those feelings for love. And when it happens, these feelings are very intense(speaking from experience). Like how if he's suddenly frequently interacting with Brooklyn again and it's just them, I feel like that kind of situation could lead to an aroace crush. It's all just giving aroace person experiencing their first crush in the most traumatic way possible.

Brooklyn x Nobody

10/10 We love to see a gal feeling herself

I feel like at this point in the story, she has nothing to gain or give by being in a relationship with anybody in the show. Her and Kenji had a decent run while they had it, but it's time to let go at this point. If she does end up with someone, it has to be someone outside the main cast and personally, I'd like to see her with a gal pal. She has bi energy, especially with the new haircut.

Kenji x Darius

7/10

Honestly, I definitely shipped them mid-cc, but at the beginning of ct, I decided I did not want to see them get together. But by the end, I kind of changed my mind. I still think their relationship would be best platonic, but I also wouldn't be mad if they got together. It'd probably be a bit stranger than if Darius was with Ben, but they've also got a strong connection.

Ben x Kenji

0/10

I feel like they've hardly gotten any relationship building in either cc or ct and it needs to happen pronto. There has to be something they can bond over

Sammy x Yasmina and Ben

10/10

I'd like to see the lesbians in a qpr with their hypeman. Ben is just so cute with them and he loves them so much (platonically) and vice versa. It doesn't need to be anything official, but just more of Ben being their third wheel/adopted son would make the show more perfect than it already is.

Ben x His European GF

2/10

I think she's fake, either that he's lying about her so he doesn't lose street cred or that she is lying to him and is a catfish. Maybe we'll see a plot twist relating to the gf, but I'm not holding out hope. She could be redeemed if she was a real girl who was a total kickass and saved the whole group (maybe they meet her at the end of their stowaway boat mission) but otherwise I don't really care about her. Also don't lose hope, people who hc him as gay or aro, there's always the chance that he's bi, lying, or having a "fake" crush like Darius. I know I, as an aroace person have had more online than irl relationships and I'm p sure that's a sign of not being allo, especially when the person you're dating is far away and you have no plans of ever seeing them irl.

Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[darkeralmond]

yeees i would definitely enjoy a celebrini fic <3

EYES LIKE SIRENS

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Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x Emilia Richardson

Summary: While Emilia’s is on another date in an effort to get over Macklin, she reminisces on her past HOCO proposal which made her realizes how much she likes Macklin

Warnings: Implications of sex, but no smut

Apricot Speaks: hi guys!! i missed u all sm!! i have been working hard on these and ive also been wondering if i should post these on wattpad too. lmk and pls support my writing!!

“Emilia, this is really starting to become a problem,” Clara called out from her bed. I rolled my eyes at her comment, but due to how small our room was, she saw my reflection causing her to add,“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It is a problem and you know it. This is the 3rd guy in the span of 2 weeks.”

Finally looking back at her, I replied, “Shouldn’t you be proud of the fact I’m not home moping around like I was before?” When I look back, I intensely stare at myself as I focus on acquiring the perfect cat liner.

Behind me, I heard her sigh as she jumped off her bed and making her way into the bathroom. She stopped next to me and though I wasn’t looking, I could the disapproval as she stared into the side of my head. “Maybe if you stare long enough, you can burn a hole into the side of my head and I can cancel this date.”

“Ha,” She answered dryly. I finally looked over at her when I finished the second eye with a smug smirk on my face. “Why do you even wanna go on this date?”

“Because I need to distract myself from brooding in bed all day.” I played with my hair, perfecting a natural messy but sexy look.

She huffed again signaling her distaste in it all, but it wasn’t her concern what I was doing with my free time. Even if it was in an attempt to get over M- someone. “Is your location shared at least?” She asked, raising her brows as she did so. There are so many things she does which resembles my mom which annoys me, but it at least makes me feel somewhat comforted in a way.

I smiled slightly as I answered, “Yes, Clara. I’ll text you where I’m at at times, and I’ll send the safe word if things go south.” Even with my best attempts at reassuring her that not everything will end bad, she still has the same disapproving look on her face. “Clar, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” I took her hands into mine in my final attempt to assure her I’m grown and can make my own decisions.

I understand Clara’s concern, but what she doesn’t realize is that I know my date’s intentions. I knew this was only going to be a free meal followed by a one night stand, it’s basically what I signed up for when I hopped on these dating apps. All the dates she’s referring to could be considered more as hook ups and actual romantic dates. It’s what I need right after Macklin. Dammit, there goes my 10 minute streak of not thinking of him.

Sometimes I think she has mind reading super powers the way she’s able to redirect the conversation without me saying anything. “So, who’s the lucky bachelor tonight?” She asked as she holstered herself onto the sink counter.

“Jason Redding. He goes to NYU for business.” She bumped her shoulder against mine playfully, causing a small laugh to bubble out of me. “He also plays hockey, which is weird ‘cus I didn’t know they had it there.” Normally I steered clear of hockey players, but somehow Jason landed right into my DMs and it was a love story from there. And by love story, I mean his opening line being ‘This is why I prefer blondes.’

And they say chivalry is dead.

He didn’t make any effort in hiding his true intentions, which I appreciated since other ones did. He suggested taking me to dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant before taking me to his dad’s hotel located nearby to stay for the night. Now why he was in Boston, I didn’t know.

Well that was until Clara said, “Oh! They play the boys on Tuesday. That’ll be interesting.” I forgot that Macklin had said something about playing NYU in their opening game. If I had known that I definitely would’ve cancelled on him, or never answer him at all.

“You can say that again,” I mumble. I heard my phone ding with a notification, prompting me to look down and see a message from Jason. “He’s here. I’ll text you when I leave the restaurant, alright?” I grabbed my coat off the bed and shimmied into it before tossing my purse over my shoulder.

“Please be safe!” She called out as I left our dorm. I heard the door shut behind me as I made my way towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors shut, I let out a long exhale. Not a nervous exhale, just one final sigh before I put on a fake facade for this guy for the night. Why be myself when he won’t stick along long enough for him to cherish it. I used to not be this way.

I used to be jittery going down this elevator to go out on dates. Now I felt numb and ready to get the night over with. I knew there were no feelings attached to any of these hookups that spawn in my lap, so why worry over something that’s not gonna progress. Let alone affect my future.

I thought my feelings would change eventually. That I’d meet the right guy and feel all the waves of emotions I used to feel in the past, but I haven't. It was my fault I wouldn’t either, so I knew not to feel sorry for myself.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, I wished I would’ve picked a warmer outfit. The weather in early January Boston was hellishly cold and my tights did nothing to prevent the wind from freezing my legs. At least I looked good in my skin tight leather dress.

I wasn’t suprised when I approached Jason and caught him eye fucking me. “Well, hello to you.” When I was in close enough proximity, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I didn’t expect this type of contact so soon, but I didn’t tense up either. I had more in store for me later anyways. “You look even better than you do in pictures.”

My fake laughs had become more convincing the more of these “dates” I go on, but at least this one was giving me stuff to work with. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, and I wasn’t lying either. He was super attractive. Brown eyes, blonde hair, a chiseled chin with peach fuzz. He just wasn’t my type.

He opened the car door for me, so I crawled in. The car felt so warm, causing me to melt into the seat. Before shutting the car door, Jason said, “Yeah, don’t fill up too much. I’ll have desert waiting for you in the room.” I was waiting for him to say something along those lines and it didn’t even take 5 minutes. I closed my eyes momentarily as I let the heat thaw me out.

On the way to the restaurant, it was silent minus the sound of traffic around us. With nothing else to entertain me, my mind had resorted to reminiscing on the past.

It gave me a healthy reminder on when I was young and naive, I used to fantasize about my soulmate sweeping me off my feet in a grand romantic gesture in front of a crowd of people. Guys, like Jason, have lowered my expectations of having an Uber paid for me when I used to appreciate aftercare.

…

Junior Year

I would like to believe that since my break up I was doing an incredible job on focusing strictly on myself and school. That, however, went out the window when I came to the realization that it was going to be my first homecoming dance without Westyn.

I stared at my ceiling above, taking in all the teenage version of One Direction staring back down at me. If only one of them could come to life and save me from this catastrophe, preferably Zayn. “I don’t know, maybe I should text him and ask. It will be my final time ever interacting with him.”

“Please don’t make me drive over there and snatch your phone away from you so you don’t do anything stupid,” Macklin replied on the other end of the phone.

I laughed as I rolled onto my stomach before responding, “Then you’d be late for your game.”

Without missing a beat he said, “Then, I’d risk being late for my game then.”

“Aww, you do really care about me. I thought you were heartless,” I teased him.

He scoffed, “It’d be for my own sake so I don’t have to hear you complain about him ever again.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again. He got serious again when he said, “Look, I’m sure someone will ask you soon. It’s still a month away.”

I dramatically groaned before flopping back on the mattress. “But I need to get my dress now!” I took the phone off speaker as I brought it up to my ear. . “I’ve already decided pink is my color this year and I wanna be able to find something glittery and unique.”

The sound of him driving was replaced with his laugh which caused a smile to appear on my face as my face grew warmer. “Alright, I’m pulling into the rink now. My parents will be there to get you in an hour so please be ready. Oh, and, Emilia?”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll happen,” He said in a low, almost secretive, tone which made my stomach flip for some odd reason. “Alright, see you later.”

I say bye and hang up, looking at the time on my phone. I should start getting ready now since the Celebrinis will be here in the next hour, but for now I stay laid down in my same position. . I continue to stare at my One Direction poster as I let my mind race with a million thoughts at once.

Ever since the night of Westyn and I’s break up when I came crying to Macklin, something changed within me. That night I saw some sort of spark in his eye which made me reconsider everything. His eyes drew me in like a siren, but I was able to break away and leave before anything could progress.

It had to have been my imagination, because the next day things were normal between us. Maybe it didn’t happen or maybe it’s the way Macklin naturally looks. Whatever it was, that look was dangerous.

I heard my phone ding, causing me to pick it up. Macklin had shot me a text which read:

I know ur still laying down, get up.

…

I didn’t feel crazy anymore for the way I was feeling in bed, because waiting for Macklin to come out after tonight’s win felt different. His parents didn’t help soothing my nerves any, as they were also acting weird. Like they were anticipating something.

I continued chucking it up to my own paranoia until Macklin came out of the locker room and I noticed his mom now held up her camera. “Hey, you!” He greeted me with a cheesy grin as he came out, holding his arms out for a hug. With my brows furrowed, I still accepted the hug because I wasn’t going to leave him hanging just because of my own derailing thoughts.

Without skipping a beat, Macklin’s mom announced, “Let me take a picture.” Macklin spun me quickly to face her, and part of this felt rehearsed. His grip on my waist as we posed for the picture felt tight that if I tried to squirm out of it, I would fail miserably. As my head rested against his chest, I could hear his heart racing. Maybe it was just due to post game adrenaline rush, but he also seemed nervous. I watched as Macklin’s parents, specifically his mom’s, faces lit up as they looked past us which made me think something was occurring behind us.

As if Macklin noticed it too, he glanced back as his grip loosened. I also turned my head, but in an effort to do so, I noticed a bundle of bright flowers against the black sweatshirt Macklin was wearing. I gawked at the arrangement of different pink flowers which were wrapped with a pretty pink bow. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he held them out for me to take.

Accepting his flowers, Macklin gently held onto my waist as he diverted my attention to the scene behind us. I was greeted by five of his teammates holding up poster paper spelling out ‘HOCO?’ with joyous grins on their faces.

I could feel my jaw beginning to cramp, indicating how long it had been open due to the amount of surprises thrown my way in the span of a minute. I thought Macklin had been acting weird about Westyn because he liked me, but it was really because he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going with Westyn.

Even though I felt relieved that my initial guess was wrong, for some odd reason my heart felt a sudden pain at the thought of Macklin not liking me. That’s a good thing though… right?

“Emilia?” Macklin spoke up, grounding me back to reality. I looked over at him and noticed the panicked features embedded on his face.

I laughed as a reaction to everything before answering, “Yes, duh!” I threw my arms around him as I grinned from ear to ear. People around gave subtle applause while his teammates cheered loudly.

When we pulled away, I captured the same look that I saw the night I came to him crying. That same longing look. My heart dropped as I swiftly shifted my eyes to look elsewhere, breaking eye contact that made me want to risk everything.

“Now, you have to find a different way to ask me to prom,” I joked as an attempt to distract myself from what could’ve happened.

He laughed before responding with, “I’m sure you’ll have a new date by then.” With that, he put an end to the delusion I’ve had for the past month. I simply nodded my head, looking back down at the flowers.

…

Now

Jason’s hand found its place on my leg, bringing me back to the present as I looked in his direction., “Are you ready to head inside, gorgeous?”

For the first time tonight I felt something that wasn’t numbness, disappointment. Disappointed that I wasn’t looking at Macklin’s smiling face. Disappointed that I let things slip through my fingers because I couldn’t balance my chaotic life.

Swallowing that feeling down, I nodded my head and answered, “Yes.”

As I was escorted inside, my head kept reeling back to what Macklin could be doing right now. What if he was seeing someone as well? What if he’s actually moved on?

No matter what I keep telling myself, thinking about Macklin is inevitable. How am I capable of moving on whenever he breaches my mind every minute of every single day. There was no possible date that could solve this yearning.

[bluewhitehues]

HUG | KIM MINGYU

Part 12 - The concert day

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: fluff, comfort,strangers to lovers, romance

Pairing: idol kim mingyu ×fem reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, lots of kisses, first time hickeys, mingyu and reader both are little shits riling each other up.

Part 12 (last)

Mingyu has been very busy these past few weeks. Practicing for the concert, going to events in different countries ..that means this is the first time you're meeting him properly after nearly 2-3 weeks.

It's a 2 day concert in Osaka Japan. And as promised before he made all the preparations for you to be there ..he got you concert tickets flight tickets everything.

You're attending for the second day. And you both are very excited ..he wants you to watch him perform and you want to see him performing as well.

Well you have attended their concert before when chan and you had gotten close and it was an amazing experience. You started listening to their songs more from then. You know all of them are very passionate and a sight to see when they perform as a whole team. That time you didn't specifically pay attention to mingyu but you know he's a beast when he performs ..and as excited as you're to watch him , you know you're going to have a hard time after seeing him like that ..your boyfriend is many things and being mesmerizing and enchanting is one of them..your heart is going to have a hard time today.

They've booked the whole hotel as always, and when you landed he sent someone to get you there. It's no problem to stay in the same hotel or same room as him cause their team is already big enough so no one would notice its easy to blend in.

They're practicing when you arrive that morning so you don't get to meet him yet. He calls you briefly to tell you eat something and rest. He just melts your heart each time. He even told the staff to deliver the food that you like to your room ..you thank them and eat in your room. It feels weird and awkward even if it's his staff and they know you're dating, you feel awkward around them cause you're staying in the same room as mingyu.

You try to sleep but you can't because you're dying to meet him, hug him and kiss him finally. And when the door opens,you sit straight in the bed, he comes inside and instantly smiles big after noticing you.

"I told you to rest why are you waiting for me" he's scolding you but can't stop that smile on his face when he sees you getting out of the bed and running towards him straight in his arms and he catches you as always, chuckling at you.

"I was dying here I missed you so much how can I sleep." You whine in his neck clutching at him.

"I missed you too bub so muchhh" He whines back squeezing you.

"But wait I'm all sweaty I've to take a shower."He says pulling back pouting at you.

You tiptoe to peck his pout and he smiles instantly kissing you. He strokes your waist while kissing and you feel butterflies all over and inside your body. He pulls back after giving you a last peck.

"You didn't have any problem through the flight,did you? Was the journey good?." He asks tucking your hair behind your ear.

"No you literally got me the best flight and the first class ticket like what was the need Babe I know you're rich but please chill that was too much" You scold him.

and he sheepishly smiles at you "I wanted My baby to have a comfortable journey and you deserve the best of everything princess, your boyfriend has lots of money let him treat you like that." He says shrugging and poking your nose with his index finger.

You're flushed and flustered because he just keeps making you feel special again and again you might tear up. "Ok lover go to the shower now" You say pushing him and getting back under the blanket. He laughs at your flushed face and goes to shower.

After finishing shower he comes back wearing a white robe and Holy fuck you think it's not such a good choice to stay in the same room as him. He looks extra fine and hot. And the fact that you're seeing him after so long adds up to it. You try not to look at him but you're failing terribly. He's drying his hair and doing his skincare, while you're looking at him and his damn side profile.

He knows you're staring at him.

He smirks still looking in the mirror, "what bub cant stop staring at me? Or you're checking me out again?" He then looks at you raising one of his eyebrows at you.

You huff narrowing your eyes at him through your panicked state ..."You wish..I-I was looking because I missed you." You manage to come up with that.

"Really? Not because I look good?" He fake pouts at you.

"I didn't say that ...you're looking good" You say gulping.

"Say it more nicely then it's like you're just saying it." He loves hearing compliments from you and when you're trying to be cool about it he'll provoke you until you don't say it properly.

"You look hot and fine and handsome and right now I'm thanking god that he made you my boyfriend. " You say peeking through the blanket.

And needless to say that he smirks again, "Yeah?"

"Yeah" You repeat. And when he's coming towards you, you panick and disappear under the blanket and he laughs loudly at you, "Baby you're so cute" He says while laughing and trying to take off the cover from your face and when he manages to do it..he's smiling down at you.. the softest, most heart warming smile ever, showing off his beautiful canines and shining eyes, and then he leans down to put the most gentle kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes,And your heart skips a beat all over again..he's just so nice, so perfect so good to you and you feel just so much love for him.

You stop him when he's pulling back and put his forehead on yours, you close your eyes feeling him close to you. You whisper a "I love you" against his lips, "I love you too baby" He whispers back with a smile, sighing against your lips pressing a firm tingling peck on your lips.

He gets ready in comfy clothes because after a few hours he has to go for soundcheck and then the concert.

"Did you eat baby? " You ask him

"I did but I'm hungry again." He pouts.

So you cut the fruits for him and feed him. While he's looking at you with starry eyes, so you giggle "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I can't take my eyes off of you ..you're so cute and pretty ..and I love how you take care of me" He says tilting his head and smiling at you. He holds your hand when you're feeding him and pulls you closer to his face.

You raise your brows at him and he motions you to eat the apple slice he's holding between his lips and you laugh out loud at him,saying "you're so cheesy" but you're still going closer to bite it..the closer he comes the far you go teasing him only eating the corner of the slice ..and he's determined to reach your lips so you surprise him by finally going forward and touching his lips with yours while taking a bite from the apple..and he pulls you in a sweet slow kiss, you both giggling in between because you still have that apple in your mouth.

After sharing your sweet time together he goes off to the concert venue for the sound check. He tells you that someone will take you there later. You hug him, giving him all the energy that he's gonna need.

You get ready when it's concert time, wearing a white crop top and blue baggy jeans, doing a cute hairstyle and make up.

You're there and the concert is finally starting. You're waiting so desperately to finally see him perform ..and everybody else as well ofcourse.

And when they open the concert you're screaming your lungs out. Your eyes automatically finding mingyu and staying on him wherever he moves, you feel so proud of him watching him perform like that. Whenever his verses come and you hear him sing and rap you're either melting or going insane at how good he sounds.

After performance they start introducing themselves and his eyes are searching for you as soon as he gets the chance ..you're still so far from the stage but he manages to find you. And looking at you it makes him blush and smile,you're looking so pretty so cute and he thinks he'll have a hard time trying not to look at you too much and make it obvious,that there indeed is someone particular he's looking at.

That doesn't mean he'll go easy on you though.

You enjoy the concert to the fullest. When the hip-hop unit stage comes you are speechless to say the least. 'How is he so awesome? How's he so talented? How's he so hot ? How's he so fine af..How's he all mine? '..all the thoughts went through your head. You were just so so proud of him.

You: HOLY FUCK BABE YOU WERE AMAZING I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOUUU

You: You're hot when you're rapping 😶‍🌫️

You: babe you're killing ittttt

You text him after almost every performance/ break. Though he won't see it right now,he will later ..and that'll make him so happy you just know it.

When there's seventeen stage again, you cant help but get immersed into their beautiful songs and dances. You knew these boys and they were the exact same as they are in real life, always spreading their contagious energy and happiness. The smile didn't leave your face the whole time.

There also came songs where your boyfriend took every last bit of sanity you had left. He totally was flirting with you and seducing you, you knew it is directed towards you when you saw him giving you glances and smirks every now and then..If you were intimidated by him earlier in the hotel room when he was wearing the robe after shower, this is definitely deadlier than that you think ..the intense choreography, your boyfriend's bulging exposed biceps, the body rolls, his raspy and hypnotizing voice... he made you a blushing mess with all of his advances.

Oh your mind went feral with the thoughts..and they definitely were not innocent. His seduction didnt help at all. Everyone else in the concert is going crazy for him and to think he's crazy for you ..gives you different kind of heart fluttering feeling, you knew you were lucky to have him but now you think it's an understatement.. you've this urge to claim him, to tell the world that he's all yours.

For the last segment of concert they're so goofy and in contrast to his earlier personality, your boyfriend turns into a big hyperactive puppy which is so adorable. You enjoy so much singing along, dancing,jumping along with them. Mingyu looks at you as much as he can without being obvious..he throws you big smiles asking you to dance and jump with him.

That sly guy even subtly says something to you during his ment "I'm especially so happy today, I wanted to show my best self and I really hope you loved it ..thank you for coming, I love you so much" He says with a big smile looking in your direction and then looking at other sides as well, bowing to carats. And your heart fills with warmth all over again, you cant wait to hold him in your arms and tell him back how much you love him too.

You meet him backstage after the concert, they're still filming some content so you're sitting in a waiting room where they told you to sit. When he finally comes to you after 20 minutes .."damn you're looking much more beautiful up close." He says looking at you up and down then grinning at you. You throw your head back laughing at him, "Really? Well I could say the same about you."

He grabs your face and leans down to smash his lips on yours, finally sighing in content followed by your own sigh, you hold him by his collar and other hand intertwined with his hand.

"How was it? Did you enjoy the concert? Did I do well?" He asks after pulling back still close to your face looking in your eyes,waiting for your answer eagerly.

You smile big at him stroking his cheek with one of your hand .."You did so well my love, I felt so proud of you ,you have no idea. You're amazing"

He smiles at you "Thank you baby I think i went a little crazy to impress you." He laughs

You grin at him .."Really? You didn't need to though, you're perfect..also you said you hoped i love it ..i did, you were so amazing.. and I love you so much too"

He smiles so big at you hugging you. "You noticed that I thought you won't may be..I wish I could mention you properly though." He says pulling back looking at you.

"Ofcourse I'd notice do you know how emotional you got me, I don't need you to mention my name to know you're talking about me ..trust me this was even more special for me..I love you." You say cupping his cheek.

"Thank you for saying that bub I love you too" He says pecking your nose.

You scrunch your nose making him laugh

"By the way you must be tired how are you feeling, don't you want to sit?" You say motioning him to sit on the couch.

"I'm tired and so hungry.. these boys are taking forever , we're good to go when they're done" He says with a groan.

He sits down, pulling you on his lap. And your heart almost jumps out of your chest. He seems so casual about it but this is like the first time you're sitting on his lap. You're flustered and your heart is beating fast.

"By the way you really do look very pretty wait we should take pictures." He says near your ear, his arm is draped over your bare tummy and he's pulling out his phone with the other hand.

When he opens the camera, the blush is clear on your cheeks..he laughs kissing your cheek "look at you so cuteee"

You groan hiding your face in his neck "uh shut upp". He laughs again "Come on look here"

You look in the camera and smile, then he's putting his face on your shoulder,pressing his cheek onto yours making a kissy face , you do the same..then he's kissing your cheek, you blush, then you kiss him on the cheek too. You click a few more pictures when someone bursts into the room and scares the living shit out of you, you jump out of mingyu's lap clutching your heart when you notice it's just Chan.

"You little shit you scared me" You scold him.

"Wow you're ever so loving just like I remember" He says sarcastically, "but what were you doing? there was no need to get so scared." He says with a annoying grin on his face raising his brow at two of you.

Mingyu scoffs getting up and holding you "idiot..we were taking pictures"

"You ok baby?" He asks rubbing your arms.

"Yeah" You say leaning back at him.

Then Mingyu is called by his manager, you talk with chan meanwhile.

When everyone gathers in the room, greeting you, seungkwan asks if you enjoyed the show.. "I enjoyed it so much and you were amazing kwannie"

"And what about me?" Dokyeom asks.

You chuckle at him "Ofcourse you were amazing too..everyone was." You give them a smile.

"She's lying guys when I asked her earlier she said and I quote 'sorry but I couldn't' take my eyes off of my boyfriend so i didnt see you much" ..chan says making you gasp and hit his arm..Ofcourse he won't be your bestfriend if he doesn't embarrass you in front of everyone.

And as soon as mingyu hears what chan said he's coming to you backhugging you while giggling ..."aww baby really."

And you're embarrassed as hell ..."NOOO I was just teasing you, you idiot Ofcourse everyone of you did a great job.. I swear I'm not lying" you say your eyes going from seungkwan to dokyeom "I saw you in your unit stages and you seriously were amazing you even made me cry." You tell them honestly and they burst out laughing "Ok ok we believe you thank you for looking at us in our unit stages" dokyeom says exaggeratedly with a annoying smile on his face pulling your leg and you groan covering your face with your hands.

Mingyu takes them off envelope your hands in his kissing them. "Really I was that amazing? Couldn't take your eyes off of me?" He's whispering near your ear a smirk on his face, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, you turn to look at him narrowing your eyes, whispering a little "shut up" He chuckles at you.

"You still didn't say anything about me though I'll remember that." Chan says grabbing your attention. He's sulking at you.

"Please are you kidding me ? It's needless to say you were so cool who do you think my favourite dancer is? And you were so much cooler from the last time I saw you performing." You tell him genuinely.

Chan finally smiles at you saying, "You really think so? Thank you y/n"

"Noted your favourite dancer is not me" says hoshi this time throwing you a thumbs up with a pretended sad expression.

Your eyes comically widen and you're fumbling for words.. "Oh my god why are you guys doing this to me? Mingyu do something" You whine to your boyfriend.

All of them are having so much fun in your misery laughing at you.

"Ok heyy shhh nobody will say anything to my baby anymore leave her alone" Says mingyu.

"Ok Ok sorry I was kidding." Says hoshi throwing his hands in air looking at you.

Then you go to the hotel with mingyu. First of all you guys eat dinner because both of you were so hungry. Then You remove his makeup for him, then he takes a shower and you after him.

When you come out he's looking at his phone smiling brightly at the screen.

Then he notices you and let's out a little happy laugh "just when did you send me so many texts Babe?"

"Oh you saw it, those are my comments like review after almost each of your performance." You say sitting beside him on the bed grinning at him.

"You're so adorable thank you baby" He says putting his phone down squishing your cheeks together with both of his hands..pulling you closer to Kiss your lips.

"I'm hot when I'm rapping huh?" He speaks lips still hovering over yours, with a smirk.

"Well ..you're ..hotter than usual when rapping." You say looking in his eyes then glancing at his lips. He pulls you even closer leaving no space between you two. His hand pulling you by your leg almost on his lap.

"Really? What about when I'm dancing though ..you know I was looking at you,tell me about it..did you notice it?" He asks stroking your jaw with one hand,and the other resting on your knee. Licking his lips and biting his lower lip between his teeth..you follow the moment with your eyes. You know exactly what he's talking about.

"You mean when you were seducing me?" You ask raising your eyebrow at him.

He laughs saying "hm did it work princess?" Eyes shifting from your eyes to lips every now and then.

"What if i tell you it did?" You say a little breathless the words coming out in a whisper. "wanted to tell the whole world that you're mine..my lover boy" your eyes going from his eyes to lips too, you want to kiss him so bad.

"Yeah? And how'd you do that baby? " He asks smirk growing on his face, feeling proud that he made you feel like that.

"You really want to know? You sure about that? " You ask challenging him raising your brow at him.

"I'd love to know, tell me" he's a little breathless himself too anticipating your answer but you'd rather show him, you don't know where the hell you're getting the confidence in that moment but you go on with it ..surging forward capturing his lips in yours boldly, hurriedly, harshly ..hand holding on his neck, other on his chest when you move to sit on his lap..he groans in the kiss, cursing under his breath saying a "Fuck baby-" his hand going from your thighs to hips, his hold tightening on your hips ,he's returning your kiss more passionately than ever before,tongues exploring each other's mouth,sucking on each others tongues, he's pulling your lower lip harshly between his teeth then sucking at it making you whine and moan the sound he's never heard before,you control yourself too much for his liking he have wanted to hear that sound from so long and finally he did,he wants to keep listening to it but you pull back, catching your breath but then smirking at him when you lean down to kiss his jaw, tongue darting out a little to lick and press a open mouthed kiss at his neck, you notice him going stiff for a moment before he's calling out to you.."Holy f-fuck Babe what are you doing?" He asks Panicked because he didn't expect you to do that, he has placed random pecks on your neck but was too aware to not rush you and make you uncomfortable so he never tried anything but here you are being so bold making him loose his damn mind.

"Is it not ok? I can stop-" You say nervously looking at him because despite your boldness you're nervous from inside you didn't know what his reaction will be.

"NOO- don't- you dont have to stop, you can do whatever you want..remember ? I'm yours baby" He says to assure you stroking neck.."I just I meant- you are ok right you're not forcing yourself?" He asks concerned.

"No I'm not forcing myself ..I-I just wanted to" You say looking at him with blush on your cheeks then avoiding his eyes immediately.

He smiles knowingly .."Babe" He says tilting your face to make you look at him..."what were you gonna do ..can you continue? Please?" You groan and cover your palm over your eyes. "I- I was gonna put a mark on you..I mean I-I was going to try ..obviously i haven't done it before." You say embarrassed.

"You mean you want to give me hickey ?..oh possessive are we?" He says taking your hand off your eyes, his own eyes are amused the smirk still on his face though, you glare at him smacking his chest but still murmuring " yes to the first sentence..no comments on the second one"

He laughs saying " Whatever you say angel" pulling you with his hand on your nape he gives you a hot kiss again before encouraging you to continue what you were doing.."go ahead angel you know that I'm not gonna judge you right? You can do it go ahead" You give him a nod you don't want to disappoint him but you know he won't care much if you even fail at it he's far too sweet to judge you or anything..."You don't even need to do anything to make me go crazy over you angel ..and since the moment you kissed me earlier ..I thought I was going to die any moment from the way you were making me feel.." he keeps encouraging you when you kiss his neck, you know he's saying it genuinely and it gives you more confidence...you keep going ..putting soft butterfly kisses all over his neck, alternating with open mouthed kisses over his throat and he can't help but moan at that..you are seriously driving him insane,the sound he makes causing a shiver run down to your spine ..you finally Suck at his skin when you reach his collarbones which are slightly visible from the t-shirt he's wearing ..you move it out of your way with your hand clutching the material ..you suck a little harshly alternating between nibbling and biting his skin..he let's out a hiss, his hold tight In your hair where he's holding you by your neck.

You pull back when you think you've done it, looking at his skin when you notice the reddish mark on his collarbones you cant help but feel proud it's not that great but better than you imagined..the smile blooming on your face then you look up at him ..he looks down tracing the mark with his finger tips then grinning looking at you .."see you did great baby.. talk about being a natural" He says teasing you making you blush again.

"Now my turn" He says before you can notice or say anything he's flipping you on your back on the bed and hovering over you...he smirks looking at your widened eyes , his knees are on either sides of your body he leans down closer to your face kissing every inch of it ..for him your comfort comes first and he won't overwhelm you in any way so he gives you a chance to refuse or push him away incase you don't want it ...but you don't do either of that..you trust him with your life you know he won't do anything that you won't want he respects you so much to do that..he will check your comfort first you know that ..so you smile at him and loop your arms on his neck. He kisses your lips again squeezing your waist making you moan again oh he'll keep listening to that sound for all of his life and won't get tired ever ..he peppers the kisses down your jaw and neck...swirling his tongue more skillfully than you and you never thought it'll feel this amazing ..you cant stop the sounds escaping from your lips and gasping every now and then..there are goosebumps all over your skin, his mouth and tongue is really something ..the open mouthed kisses he gives all over neck has you clinging to him pulling him closer to you with the low moans you let out. He's lightly sucking at your skin first and when you shudder and let out a moan of his name for the first time ..he thinks he found his heaven along with finding your sweet spot. "F-fuvkkkk baby found it...say that again" He says sucking harder making you moan his name again.

You pull him towards your face when he doesn't stop even after giving you two hickeys ..you smash your lips on his ...he hums in the kiss ..."You're crazy" You say against his lips making him smile,pulling back to look into your eyes,"You liked it baby?" He asks removing the hair strands out of your eyes.

"Like? Really? I think I'm in love with your tongue and mouth ...how did I even live without that?" You say to him.

"Shit BABYY- you cant just say things like that" He scolds you, his eyes scandalized. "Think about me- do you know what it does to me?" He says nervously..and the mischievous look in your eyes and the smile you give him with your lower lip trapped between your teeth, tells him you know exactly what you're doing to him.

"You are a menace" He says before claiming your swollen lips all over again. Making you giggle between the kiss.

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A/N: HOLAAA! HIII !HELLO! ..I'm so sorry if I kept you waiting,but here it is the last part of my beloved first series HUG. This is so so so dear to me❤️

I hope you like this part ..AND ...I HAVE A BONUS CHAPTER WRITTEN ALREADY WHICH IS EMOTIONAL KIND OF, BUT IF ANYONE WANTS I'LL WRITE A BONUS CHAPTER TO CONTINUE WHATEVER THEY LEFT HERE🌚 so let me know if you want that.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddie-week Day 4 - body swap

i'm challenging myself to keep each of these at 660 words; see day one for more of an explanation!

“Eddie! Eddie wake up!”

Steve’s own sleepy face blinks up at him confused, then snaps into shock when his body throws itself backward and nearly off the bed. “Jesus H. Christ!”

“What the fuck is happening, Eddie?!”

“Steve?”

“Yeah it’s Steve, and this is not my dick!”

Steve watches his own face shift into a scowl, “Why’re you looking at my dick?!”

“How else am I supposed to piss? I didn’t even realize there was something wrong until I fuckin’ whipped it out!” Steve feels his throat strain as his voice pitches higher, “Lo’ and behold, I look in the mirror and your stupid face is staring back at me!”

“Hey! My face isn’t stupid.”

“You’re right, it’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Now what in the actual fuck is happening?!”

Eddie opens his mouth to reply, and there’s no doubt it’d be scathing, but instead, Steve watches the color drain from his face.

“Oh fuck”

“What?”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Steve.”

“For what??”

“I– Okay, we were pretty toasted last night but I distinctly remember thinking– wishing I suppose– that you could..” Eddie gulps once, loudly, and it’s weird to see so much of the  mannerisms he’s learned to pick up on whenever he’s around the other man, plastered on his own face..

“...You wished?” He leads when Eddie doesn’t continue.

“I wished that you could see me the way I see you.“

Now it’s Steve's turn to let the cogs turn.

He can recognize the tone of his own voice, the vulnerable lilt to it. Eddie’s nervous.

Eddie wanted Steve to see him the way.. Does that mean..Eddie also has feelings for him?

Instead of unpacking all that, Steve says, “And you think that’s what happened here?”

Eddie huffs a sigh, he still hasn’t made eye contact with him (himself?). “I mean, sure, that’s what always happens with wishes, the genie plays with your words.”

“Always.” Steve deadpans, watching Eddie run his fingers (Steves! Steve’s own fingers!) though his (again, Steve’s!) hair

“Yeah! They always twist shit around to teach you some fucked up lesson, or just to fuck with you.” Eddie starts to chew on one of the aforementioned fingers then, nibbling on what Steve knows is some unseen flaw on his cuticle.

“Eddie, genies aren’t real.”

“Yeah, well, until this past spring, I didn’t think that monsters from another dimension were real either.'' The same finger goes back to his teeth once he’s finished talking, and, curious, Steve looks down at his (Eddie's, damn this is still weird) same finger, the pointer of his right hand. There’s a noticeable divot in the skin there on the side of his nailbed, and it’s pink still, recently gnawed.

“Dude! Don’t chew my finger off!”

Eddie ignores the request, “You’re not gonna say anything?”

“About what? My poor finger?”

“No! About—” he cuts himself off, dropping the hand to wipe his finger on the leg of his pants. “Nevermind, what are we gonna do about this?”

“No, what were you going to say?”

“Nothing man, let’s just figure this out.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll say it then; Argyle’s actually a genie and his “super mellow” La Uva Loca made us swap bodies because you think I don’t find you as hot as you find me.” Steve looks at his own face, jaw dropped and eyes wide in surprise..and promises himself to never make that face again. “If I knew it was going to cause such a problem, I would’ve told you how I felt a while ago.”

Eddie blinks once more, then rolls his eyes, “Ha Ha Ha, very funny Steve. Now really, what are we going to do?”

“I wasn’t kidding Eddie. I’ve thought you were hot since we found you at Rick’s.”

Eddie’s gaping again.

“And sure, it’ll be weird, but I have an idea.”

He sighs, “Alright, sure. Lay it on me, big boy.”

Steve grins, “Kiss me.”

on AO3 here!

[macsimagines]

Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them

I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.

But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.

All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.

Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.

"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."

And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.

But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.

"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."

Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.

"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."

And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.

Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"

Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.

"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"

You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.

And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.

"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"

Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.

You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.

His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.

But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"

It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....

"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...

Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."

Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."

And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"

Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."

You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.

[kayentokk]

Everything.

— Pairing; Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader

— Synopsis; What’s wrong with me?

— Contains; angst to comfort, fluff 

— wc; 1062

— A/N; Idek where I pulled this from? Legit just sobbed, like what???

He’s been like this all week, the normal soft toothy smile that always graced his freckled face was just not there. He’s hard on himself, but never this hard. You’ve never seen him this down. He’s always happy, or always cheering people up. That’s why it’s so off putting, you don’t know what to do in this situation because it’s never happened before. 

You can’t even fathom what you think it is. He’s been doing good at hero work, and everyone loves him. He creates as minimal damage as he can when he’s working, and other than the usual absurd comments about what he “could’ve done better” you haven’t found anything that could have caused him to act this way. It’s so bad, even Bakugo has laid off on his usual snappy behavior and the snarky comments. 

Whats weird though is how Izuku acts like everything’s fine, if you didn’t know him you’d think he was just a very chill person. He comes home, treats you the same, does the things he normally does at home, but it’s different. You even asked him what was wrong and he shook it off, with a not so reassuring smile, telling you “nothings wrong,” and that he’s “just tired.” 

Despite telling you that, even he knows he’s different. Honestly, he doesn’t even know what it is, something’s just wrong. He can tell everyone notices, but he just doesn’t know how to fix it. God, why can’t he just fix it? He doesn’t even know how to describe it, it’s like he’s just heavy. 

Even when he tries to smile or laugh, it’s not the same. He feels the corners of his lips lift, and his gums rubbing up his teeth, he hears the small chuckle his throat makes, but he can’t help to feel like it’s fabricated. 

With work it feels like he’s just going through assignment after assignment, doing them without a problem at all. If there wasn’t a problem though, then why did he feel this way?

You knew though, from your own past experience, that holding things in never helps. Eventually, it all just bubbles over and erupts like a volcano out of no where. That’s what you’ve been trying to avoid, you don’t want him to erupt because all he’ll do is feel bad about it later. It seems like that’s what it’s going to come down to though, because you can get anything out of him. You’ve tried everything, talking to him, comforting him, anything, and nothing worked. 

Today in particular though, Izuku felt he couldn’t do anything right. He already ran into multiple encounters today where people were upset due to the way he “handled” things, he was up to his neck in paperwork, and he was exhausted. None of this is out of the normal though, but he enjoyed it before. Minus the complaints, he loved his job but now it seems like a task or a chore. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he just wanted to go home, to you.  

When he arrived however, you were set on getting him to talk to you. As soon as he walked through the door you were waiting. The stone cold eyes and arch of your eyebrows gave you the look of determination. 

You marched up to him and immediately began trying to pry something, anything out of him. You began talking about holding things in, but he couldn’t even grasp what you were saying. He was watching your mouth and facial features move in slow motion. It was as if he was there watching himself listen to you talk, but he couldn’t actually hear you, and he wasn’t actually there. 

All he could think about was, you. The one person, one, he didn’t want to be upset with him. Was that too much to ask? 

 Apparently, it was. 

As soon as you finished the last word, seeing as he wasn’t responding, your heart dropped to your stomach. Looking into the battered, worn down, emerald eyes of the hero standing in front of you. You could see the water filling them as his body began shaking. 

You were taken back, and before you could get your arms around him, he collapsed. Into a sobbing mess on the floor. 

The volcano had erupted. 

He wailed unintelligible, broken cries of, “I’m sorry,” “have I done something to offend you too?” And the one that broke you the most, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

You crouch down to the ball he’s reduced himself to on the floor and hold him so tight in your arms, his knees weakened causing his body to go limp on yours. His head rests in the crook of your neck tears steady falling and dampening the shirt you have on, his shoulders shaking and stuttering up and down, and his breaths were shattered almost. 

You ran a soothing hand up and down his back whispering calming nothings of, “shhh,” and “it’s okay, let it out baby.”  

There on the floor of your entryway, in the calm boundaries of your arms Izuku feels, okay. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders, of what he doesn’t know, and he just lets go. Sobs and sobs until there’s nothing left to come out. 

When he’s done, he falls silent. His body still limp, until he lifts his arms and returns your embrace. It feels so warm, and so comforting. Something he hasn’t felt the past week. He quickly tightens his hold, and sniffles shifting his his face almost deeper into your neck, if that’s even possible. 

You just sit there, in the silence, enveloped into each other. Until he finally speaks, well tries to anyway. The wails he let out had cracked his voice, and made him rather parched.

“Let me get you some water baby,” you say in a hushed tone. So softly as to not break him, again. 

You try to get up, but he grabs onto you tighter. His fingers pull at the flimsy material of the shirt, and you relax back into his hold. 

“Don’t go,” he croaks desperately.

“I won’t, I won’t, promise.”

To you, it seemed, this was all you could offer him. This poor excuse for comfort, you thought, was all you were giving him. To him though, it was so much more. 

It was everything. 

@\danowh0re for the divider

[teecupangel]

Weird idea: Des gets dropped in the past, human or not, preferably with Altaïr (so he can be immortal and the problem can be passed on to Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton), and he can speak every single language past and future in the whole world perfectly, EXCEPT any that are linked to Arabic, Italian, or English.

(Linked meaning like, have common origins or descendants or have strong connections in any way that would allow a smart person, like Altaïr, to puzzle out what he’s saying. So like, he can only speak modern Korean, Gbaya languages, ancient Parahã, and those kinds of languages. Things Altaïr could never puzzle out with what he knows. He’d have to start from scratch.)

Cause like, it’s similar to the whole Desmond-just-straight-up-can’t-talk-for-such-and-such-reason, but it’s slightly more interesting. And plus it’d be funny if Desmond isn’t good at learning languages so he can speak all of these, but he has no basis whatsoever to learn Arabic, Italian, or English.

And as anyone who’s tried to learn a very different language will tell you, it’s way more complicated than you’d think.

(My fav would be if he’s even more limited and can only speak in whistle languages. Confusing people even more who haven’t ever even considered that a spoken language could use whistles)

I feel like the main point of this idea is to make Desmond suffer but I'm thinking Desmond wouldn't suffer all that much since we'll bring him to Altaïr who was raised in a time where a lot of different people with different languages mixed together in lands under their Brotherhood’s supervision.

I personally headcanon that Altaïr knows most languages used by the crusaders and the nearby lands as part of his whole ‘I’m an overachiever that would have probably had multiple PhD had I been born later in life” thing going on.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Altaïr would be fluent in all kinds of languages but, speaking from experience as a multilingual who isn’t fluent in all languages I can understand and speak to varying degrees of success, he would know what’s the most important ‘cheat’ he can use:

Context clues.

In this situation, Altaïr would try to understand Desmond’s language and they would start with the basics.

“I am Desmond.”

“You are Altaïr.”

“He is Malik.”

“She is Maria.”

From those three sentences, Altaïr would have a grasp of the words Desmond uses for “I”, “you” and if there is a difference between talking to a third person of differing gender.

And more importantly…

He gets a feel of what is the most common sentence structure.

He would tell Desmond to keep his sentences simple, even tell him to speak it as if he’s speaking to a child.

Altaïr has no shame of asking such a thing because this makes it easier for him to understand Desmond.

So they would start with common grammatical structures and then the most common words they would use or would see around them.

Of course, it’s not like Altaïr would understand all these in a span of a month or three. But he will definitely progress through it and they would have decades together considering how long Altaïr lived.

In this situation, learning Desmond’s language would become more or less common in the Brotherhood. Hell, they might even develop their own language which would be a mix of Desmond’s language and the main language used in Masyaf. Even even mix in a few words here and there from other languages that the Assassins used.

From there on, this fusion of a language would become the unofficial language of the Brotherhood (imagine that scene with the Parisian Council speak in Arabic would change to this language and Arno’s “???” expression because he hears some whistles but, at the same time, he kinda understands some of the words because he remembered his father used to speak the same language) and it’s one of the greatest secret of the Brotherhood.

… and it all started because Altaïr and Desmond liked to talk to one another about the most idiotic thing Abbas had done for the week and to complain about Malik working them to the bone XD

(This does mean that whenever someone speaks to Desmond, they do usually make use of most common and basic sentence structure.)

[mayakern]

Boy news?? Please??? 🥺🥺🥺

we learned over the past couple weeks that one of rodeo’s favorite hobbies is photosynthesizing. it used to be he had so much energy there was never a moment of rest any time we took him outside, but now he mostly just wants to go outside and absorb sunlight.

we still have to make sure he doesn’t find anything weird the squirrels threw into our yard tho because he is fast, sneaky, and will eat anything. usually they don’t drop anything TOO bad but i have had to pull an entire chicken wing, bone and all, out of rodeo’s mouth. it was gross.

usually they just drop walnuts they can’t open tho (still a problem as rodeo will also eat those, shell and all, and the shells can cause blockages). second most commonly dropped squirrel food is, somehow, pizza. they have dropped pizza in our yard like 4-5 times now, once directly on top of a corgi’s head.

anyway here he is after a busy day of hunting flies. we had a bag of potatoes that had gone bad and it took us a couple days to find it. rodeo was our sworn protector. he took his job very seriously.

here he is on his favorite chair with his favorite kibbie ball. he got too tired to push the kibbie ball around and eat kibbies but he wanted to keep it with him anyway.

here he is, disconsolate, after having to wait a whole 30 minutes for me to finish doing dishes on the other side of the baby gate.

and here he is, 2 days later, unusually well behaved because he’s very excited to hang out with me while i do dishes haha. the kitchen is usually the Cat Zone™ and not a place for rambunctious baby boys, so it’s very exciting for him and he’s only allowed to hang out there when he’s on his best boy behavior.

[stephaniebrownslover]

HELLOOO <33333

Um can we ask weird things? If the answer is 'yes' then I want to ask what main characters do when that person who is very important for them got deadly injured and almost dying in front their eyes?? - Holy crap this be really angsty request-

(And yes in your main AU [I really loved this AU you've made it so well bro'])

(ALSO I WANT TO SAY I REALLY LOVE STEPHANIE SO SO MUCH TOO!!!!)

HIIIIIIIIII<33333333

Oh don't worry at all, it's not weird, it's just a regular angst scenario topic so you're absolutely fine, don't worry. I thought it would be something actually weird that I can't write so you can only imagine how much I relaxed after reading the rest.

I won't let seasonal allergies stop me from writing for you!

And yep that's very very angsty and we love angst in this house so that's fine.

BRO THANK YOU SO MUCH I really like this AU too even though I try to keep it simple. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

(STEPH STEPH STEPH WAAAAAA I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH EVEN I IF CAN'T READ COMICS ANYMORE STEPHHHHH MY LOVE IT'S REALLY NICE TO SEE AN ANOTHER STEPH FAN)

(Am I talking too much for introduction parts?)

Main Characters' reaction to someone loved's deadly wounds

-Jeff The Killer

If such a situation happens, Jeff will definitely lose his mind, which has already a little left. Let alone killing one of the few people in the world he considers worthy of caring for, no one has the right to open the slightest wound except himself. Even he has no right to such deep wounds.

He calmly holds the person standing in front of him and puts his ears against his chest so that he can hear his heartbeat. The moment he hears that faint heartbeat sound, he relaxes and tries to take the injured person on his arms and take them to the nearest person with medical knowledge. And along the way, he keeps saying that it's forbidden for that person to die.

He just doesn't want to lose another person he cares about. He doesn't want to feel another ghost's cold hands strangling him on his neck. And he's going to blame himself no matter what the situation is. Until there is news about that person, he will argue with the people who are taking care of them and gain even more hate, but as long as that person is with him, there is no problem.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Liu, Clockwork, Sally, Nina(?)

-Clockwork

She'll just freeze up because she can't understand what's going on. Although she is normally quite a cold-blooded person, she forgets what she should do in a panic because the sight in front of her causes cracks in her frozen heart.

However, she soon recovers herself and runs to that person. Without asking any questions or caring if their heart is still beating, she takes that person to the nearest medical doctor, even though Jack is her preference. She's so angry that she has to get it out of somewhere. But since her stress will dominate her, she waits by their side until the moment they're awake and leaves when they seem to open their eyes. If there is a funeral, she will not attend it and will pay as visit as soon as she gathers courage which will take weeks for her.

The grip of the past once again squeezes her heart. And this time in a more painful way than ever. It's all her fault for not being able to protect the one she loves. No. It's all the fault of the people who love her for making them an important person to her. No matter how painful it is, she will isolate herself because it is the only way she believes they will not be harmed any more.

Possible persons that she will give this reaction: Toby, Jeff, Nina, Zero

- Hoodie

As someone who has already faced the death of his loved ones and almost himself many times, he should be used to such situations, but he's not. No matter how many times it happens, he hasn't gotten used to this painful feeling, and he won't get used to it either. But because he is considered experienced, he knows what he has to do.

First, he will check the pulse of that person, and if it is still beating, he goes to one of the medics while applying some pressure to their wound. Since he called all three of them by phone or transceiver and informed them on the way, it would give them an opportunity to prepare. Along the way, he also tries to convince that person that there is no problem.

Although he wants to be with his business partner until they wake up, he first needs to give a report about what he saw. If that person wakes up, he will take a more careful attitude towards them in the tasks they go out together, because the memories that come before his eyes at any moment are already too painful. If they do not wake up, he visits their grave regularly, even though he buries a part of himself with him every time, he is likely to cry at the first one.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Tim, Toby(?)

-Masky

When he firstly sees that the person in front of him is so seriously injured, he runs to them and calmly asks what is going on while pressing on their wounds. He tries to act as coolly as possible, then goes to the nearest medical person, Ann by preference. During this time, he does not let that person down from his arms, nor does he try to talk to them in any other way.

He goes out often because he can't bear to stand next to that person while they're being treated, but he returns to that environment because he feels guilty, and such a vicious cycle occurs. He stands without saying a word, chain-smoking in the hope of reducing his tension. Tim is ready to do everything for the person takes care of his business partner's needs without opposing it for the first time.

In fact, although he looks very calm on the outside during the entire process, there is a literally devastating storm inside. His emotions are constantly at war, and when no one is looking, he can't control himself and makes fists out of his hands. Since he knows that he absolutely cannot bear to lose another person he will remember, he is ready to do anything so that the angel of death does not knock on that person's door. Even if it means destroying himself in the process.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Brian

-Ticci Toby

The moment Toby sees that sight, his tics triggered by elements such as fear and adrenaline will increase incredibly. Because of the look he sees in front of him, some of his past memories will come back before his eyes, and he will be even worse off, almost unable to do anything. If he is not alone, his partner does the work of taking care of that person, but if he is alone, he tries to collect himself.

Although he hates himself for staying so still, it's not easy for him to shake off the trauma of both the past and the present. As soon as he pulls himself together, he puts pressure on the wounds, calls one of the other people he trusts the most and lets them know. If no one answers the phone or radio call, he will screw everything and call the ambulance.

He can't lose another person. Another person he cares about can't close their eyes forever because of his incompetence. They're not allowed to leave him alone, so that person has to heal no matter what. And if they get well- no, when they get well Toby will never leave after them again. Because he can't bear to see another face he remembers dimly in the darkness that preys on his nightmares.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Natalie, Kate, Rouge, (Eyeless) Jack, Nina

-Eyeless Jack

Since he knows medicine and took care of people he has loved before, he should not worry about this situation. Okay, but then why do his hands shake every time he presses on the bleeding area? Why can't he keep his cool attitude? Why, why, why? He actually knows the reason for this. He knows, but he doesn't want to admit it to himself. He doesn't want to admit that he has a weakness others can use against him.

He tries to take care of their wound on his own and tries to do something using things like bandages, oxygenated water, sewing thread, which he usually carries in his backpack while walking in the forest, but when he realizes that this is not enough, he swears and takes that person on his back. He takes them on his back towards his own infirmary.

He'll let Ann and Smiley know, but he doesn't know why he's calling since he won't let them do anything when they come to his cabin. Eventually, Ann takes control and tells Jack to rest. Jack also waits for the result in a waiting chair with black tears pouring from his eyes. The most intense emotion he feels after sadness is disappointment and fear.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Toby, Sally, Kate

-Jane The Killer

When an injured person comes across, of course, she wants to help them, but when she sees who this person is, she suddenly pauses. She freezes inside her mind and can't do anything. She can only watch the landscape with tears in her eyes until she regains the ability to think again.

And when she becomes able to do something, she calls the ambulance, not caring about her money and things that should remain secret for government's sake. She can't lose the one she loves and she needs to save them. So she presses on the deepest wounds of that person until the ambulance arrives, and tries to keep her voice calm, stroking their hair. It's very important for that person to know that they will be saved, it's maybe for the injured person, maybe for Jane.

She can't afford to lose another person. Having become so strong, she cannot accept returning to the age of thirteen, when she is incapable of protecting her loved ones again. She needed to be a stronger person, she needed to be able to help her loved ones. She couldn't have devoted her whole life to nothing, she couldn't have. Whoever dares to harm the one she loves will taste the bitterest death at her hands.

Possible persons that she will give this reaction: Mary

-X-Virus

Cody is normally someone who is quite overcome by his emotions, and he is calm in the face of this incident in a way that he does not understand either. In fact, he feels as if someone else has taken over his body. He does a little first aid work with the help of his medical knowledge, which he knows more or less, and the painkillers he carries with him, as well as oxygenated water. He also informs the ambulance before starting to administer first aid.

Although he cares a lot about this person, he should disappear when the ambulance arrives. But during this process, he holds the person's hand and tells them to stay calm, that he will always watch over them even if he is not with them, and when they get better, he will help them escape. Since he sucks at this kind of calming stuff, he tries to do his best, but he proceeds with a solution-oriented approach.

He has never lost someone he loves because there was no one who really cared about him before. These feelings are very alien to him and he hates it. He is ready to dislocate his heart to destroy the painful feeling he feels in his heart. As long as se doesn't have to experience the terrible pain he feels all the time for others. Because he doesn't think he can stay as strong as others on this topic.

Possible persons that he will give this reaction: Toby, Ann

-Nina The Killer

She knows the pain of this because she has experienced a big loss before. She killed her parents when Zalgo controlled her to cause difficulty for Slenderman, and she suffered incredibly great emotional pain when she regained control just the moment where she plunged a knife into the heart of her dearest little brother Chris, and she still does. As a nurse who takes it upon herself to wipe the invisible bloodstains on her hands, she has knowledge of first aid, but when she sees this sight, she definitely can't help being shocked. Due to the job of a nurse, she has seen much worse, but none of them was someone she loved so much.

She knows what she has to do. She carries a spare bandage in her bag at all times and is able to wrap some of the wounds and give first aid. She tries to tear off pieces of her own clothes and treats the wounds with missing cloth, she also wants to call the hospital where she works. But later she remembers that this will put her own career at risk, and she calls anyway. An ambulance comes and picks up her injured loved one, while Nina is crying the whole way.

When they arrive at the hospital, her friends won't let her take care of them. She tries to be there for them but no matter what she does, her colleagues who really value her as a friend keep her away. She's absolutely incredibly remorseful, and she knows that when this person gets out, they'll be angry that she didn't take them to Jack or Ann or even Smiley. And her own career was ruined because she brought a killer and cried for them, but she doesn't care. As long as she doesn't lose anyone again. As long as the memory bracelet on her arm doesn't add a new bead.

Possible persons that she will give this reaction: Kate, Clockwork, Toby, Jeff, Sally

-Kate The Chaser

Kate has a lot of experience in this situation. She was also very seriously injured herself and worried other people. Nevertheless, she is angry with herself for not being able to stop her heart from being filled with fear. She runs to that person, puts her unmasked face close to their face and tries to reassure them that they will be fine. After calling all the medics and informing them, she applies a small-scale bandage operation with her clothes.

After deciding that they are better, she takes that person on her arms, regardless of their weight, and takes them to the nearest medical person. If they say that they can't do anything, that it's too late, she threatens them, and if they don't agree again, she'll leave the forest and call the ambulance. She will not allow even the person she allowed herself to love to die. No matter what the cost is.

And during the whole process of taking care of this wound, she gives scary looks and stands next to this person. She's not allowed to sleep or rest until she's sure that they're okay. She had lost her own life before, but thanks to this person, she has a life again, and she will not allow them to lose their own. Even if that person dies, Slenderman will bring them back to life because he wants his best proxy not to disrupt his duties, but Kate knows that this is not the same thing, so she is still trying to make that person live. She's not ready to lose that person and she never will be.

Possible persons that she will give this reaction: Nina, Toby, Rouge(?)

I think I get the request wrong

Also I don't know why Nina's part is always the longest even though she's not my fave, it's Clockwork.

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FWB

*Request: maybe some idea for u : feisty humain!reader having mood swings w her best friend (Loak or Neteyam) because she is in her ovulating week and he teases her until making her tell him why she is acting weird like that today. then he asks her to explain the "symptoms" and she says that she want to fuck more and that she’s more attracted to people during this time and he asks if it’s applied to him too & u already know the end of it🤭🤭 hope u can take something from it, xo 😘*

Okay, so this is my first human!reader fic so go easy on me 😅 I might redo this one in the future with Neteyam because I’m curious about how much different it would turn out if I wrote for him instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one 🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

Pandora was beautiful. Even though you had to admire its beauty through the shield of your mask, it still left you breathless every day. Looking out at the bioluminescent flora and fauna every night through your bedroom window was unlike anything you had ever seen on Earth. You wanted to be out in it every day. But today you were hit with a painful reminder that you were human.

You jumped out of your sleep drenched in sweat. What were you dreaming about? You couldn’t fully remember. The memory came in flashes and blurs. Moans, smacks, and heat is all you’re able to really make out before you lose the visual. You suck in a sharp breath feeling a dull ache in your breasts. You cautiously press on one trying to figure out what was causing the pain. You find nothing and brush it off as a consequence of sleeping on your stomach. When you make your way to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you strip off your sleep clothes and notice a giant wet spot on your panties. That’s weird. And then it hits you. You check your app on your phone and realize what week it is. You’re ovulating. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to plug in your toys before you leave your room.

After a shower and brushing your teeth, you go join everyone for breakfast. While you’re fixing your coffee, a familiar voice enters the lab. Everybody greets Lo’ak as he walks through the cafeteria over to you. “Hey, I found this awesome lake with a cliff that’s perfect for diving. We’ve gotta check it out!” he’s oozing enthusiasm and excitement and it’s adorable. All of a sudden, it feels like there’s a throbbing between your legs.

“Sounds cool, Lo’ak. Maybe another day though.” You say about to walk away, but he blocks your path.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve already been waiting for like 2 days because of training. We’ve gotta go now.” “I’m not in the mood Lo’ak.” Your irritation is growing. You loved Lo’ak. He was your absolute best friend, but he was persistent. And while that could be endearing in certain circumstances, it could also be kind of a nuisance. Right now, you really just needed to get back to your room and take care of your little problem.

“What’s up with you today? I thought you’d be dying to go.” He’s starting to get a little concerned looking at your face. “Your face is getting red.”

You can’t handle the way he’s looking at you right now, “Nothing is ‘up’ with me Lo’ak so will you drop it please?” you push past him and continue down the hall to your room.

Lo’ak follows right behind you though. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong.” You roll your eyes as he follows you into your room. “What? Somebody eat the last of your snacks or something?”

You huff out a big sigh and set your coffee on your desk. “If you really must know, I’m ovulating.”

His face screws in confusion. “Okay…What does that mean? Is that a human thing?”

Right. You and Lo’ak are so close that sometimes you forget he is actually an alien. “How do I explain it….it’s like when a na’vi woman goes into heat, but for humans we also can get bloated and moody and crampy and a whole bunch of other stuff. You follow?” you do your best to try and explain to him and his eyes jump around while he’s trying to make the connections in his mind. ”So you’re in a bad mood because you’re in heat?” he does his best to try and make sense of your situation.

“Basically, yeah.”

“So how do you make it better?” he crosses his legs making himself comfortable on your bed like he often did.

“There’s not really a way to make it better. I kind of have to just ride it out. Unless, I got pregnant, but it’s not like that’s gonna be happening anytime soon. But I’m irritated because I’m insanely horny and I can’t really get any relief.”  You brush your hair to the side with your fingers trying to soothe yourself and Lo’ak watches your hair brush over your neck and expose your shoulders.

“Well, what if I helped you out?” he asks casually.

Your body freezes in place. “Lo’ak I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“That’s why you’re not asking, I’m offering. I mean what kind of friend would I be if I knew I could help you out and I did nothing?” Lo’ak had always kind of had a thing for you. You were his closest friend and he found a comforting familiarity in you that he didn’t feel with other na’vi thanks to his slightly more human traits.

You think about his offer for a split second before snapping back to your senses. “How would that even work? I think you forget that you’re like 8 feet tall. You would quite literally split me in half.”

He chuckles knowing that you’re not wrong. “Just lay down and let me handle it.”

You’re skeptical. “What are you going to do?”

“Just lay down. You trust me, right?” You slowly make your way over to your bed next to him. “Yeah…”

“Okay then. So don’t be so uptight.” You lay back and let your eyes scan the ceiling of your room. Your breathing gets faster when you feel Lo’ak hook his fingers in the waist band of your shorts and panties and slide them down your legs. You close your eyes trying not to focus on the fact that your best friend was now staring down your exposed cunt.

This is crossing so many lines, but your mood would only get worse if you were to stop now. Work yourself up just to rip away your chance at real relief? You weren’t in the mood for edging today. There was no turning back now.

Meanwhile Lo’ak is wide-eyed as he stares at your body. He’d never tell you this, but he had imagined you exactly like this countless times. When he’d come to see you and you’d be dressed in barely-there comfy clothes, when you’d bend over to pick something up, when the front of your shirt would fall a little lower than it should and he would catch a peek at your cleavage. The restraint he had to hold on to was legendary. And now here he was licking his lips greedily as he almost gets stuck just staring at your form that squirmed with anticipation and nerves.

He lowers his head between your thighs and carefully swipes his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your whole body jolts from the feeling and a small moan escapes. Lo’ak’s ears flick in your direction and he’s now painfully aware of how hard he is right now. He continues lapping at your soaked entrance closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste on his tongue. He groans against your heat and the vibrations make your hips grind against his face. “Mmf…Fuck…Lo’ak!” your voice comes out in a breathy whine.

One of his fingers teases at your entrance before he slowly slides it inside of you. His finger is huge stretching you deliciously. You look down at his face and he’s already watching you. The eye contact makes you lose it. “Yes! Yes Lo’ak! Right there! Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum right there!”

“Shit, so fucking tight. Cum for me.” He says between sucking on your clit. It’s too much. The way his finger curls up to press against the spongey part inside your walls and the sound of him French kissing your cunt sends you over the edge. Your body shakes violently and your walls squeeze around his finger. Your head falls back while you reach your peak and subsequently come down.

Lo’ak reluctantly pulls his mouth off of you and pulls his finger out of you and watches your chest rise and fall rapidly while you regain your composure. He tries to position himself so that he can hide his bulge not wanting to let on just how badly he wanted to fuck you dumb right now.

“Feel better?”

You lazily nod your head at him.

“Good. So can we go diving now?” he tries to lighten the mood before any kind of conversation can follow what just happens. You’re not really ready to talk about it yet either.

“Alright, let’s go.”

He jumps up in excitement and you get dressed and find your mask.

“Thanks, Lo’ak.” Even if you weren’t really ready to talk about it yet, you still felt like you should at least thank him.

“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He shoots you a playful wink before walking off.

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Thrill of the Chase Part 2 - Billy Hargrove x FReader

Part One

Summary: Billy managed to score a date with you, and even won you over. However, getting the girl doesn’t always mean smooth sailing.

Includes: adult language, allusions to sex, angst, bullying

Yeah, you went out with Billy. A few times even. He might’ve been a pain in your ass, but then he became your boyfriend and a pain in your ass. Despite your best efforts, you’d fallen victim to his charms. 

The newness of it all hadn’t worn off. Not for you, not for the rest of Hawkins High. Though it had been a few weeks of dating, he’d only asked you to be his girlfriend on Saturday. Now it was Monday. News traveled fast in small towns, so you had no doubt most everyone already knew. 

Billy picked you up for school this morning, as per usual. Cheesy as it was, he’d given you his denim jacket that weekend and insisted you wear it to school Monday, and the look on his face as he saw you in it was priceless. He was smitten.

“Good morning, Hargrove.” You grinned as you climbed into the passenger seat and pecked him on the cheek. You spun in your seat and gave an equally friendly grin to the girl in the back. “Morning, Max.”

“Hey,” She smiled back. 

Though you’d only met them once, Billy’s family already seemed to like you. Well, Max and her mom did for sure. His dad was a bit colder, acting friendly but in a way that seemed slightly forced. 

Max had a good feeling about you. She’d noticed some subtle changes in the past weeks. Billy snapped at her a little less. He drove a little more carefully (not much, but a bit). She wasn’t sure what caused it all, but then Billy had you over for dinner on Saturday and introduced you as his girlfriend, and by the end of the evening she could tell that you were the catalyst of these improvements.

“Pick a tape, sweetheart.” Billy nodded toward the radio before pulling out of your driveway.

You put a hand to your chest in exaggerated surprise. “Me? In charge of the music? What an honor.” You chuckled as he huffed in annoyance and went about making your selection. 

A proud grin spread across his face as you pulled out Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil and slid it in the radio. “A wise choice.”

“You really should have more faith in me. I have impeccable taste.” You grinned smugly. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re God’s gift to the world or whatever.” Billy rolled his eyes. His put-out attitude was all an act though, which was evident in the quiet chuckles that slipped out.

“Um, why is everyone staring at us?” Max asked, looking more to you than Billy.

Your attention was brought back to the moment as you pulled in the school parking lot. Max was right, a cluster of girls were already watching the Camaro pull into the parking lot. Some of Billy’s friends were lurking nearby too. Jesus, did no one have their own life?

“Shitheads probably don’t have anything better to do,” Billy spat, practically reciting your thoughts.

Eyes were on you the moment you stepped out of the car. The group of girls had their gazes roving over you with absolute disgust. When their eyes caught on the jacket, you got the sense of what was the problem here. 

Sure, some girls had been a little nasty since you and Billy had started dating, but the jacket showed that you were official. That was their problem. It shouldn’t have been because that was crazy and entitled, and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from feeling a little nervous. 

Billy, however, didn’t seem all too bothered. He had his usual confident swagger as he walked around the car to meet you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“You okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Mhm, I’m good.” You gave him a grin. “I have to go find Beth, but I’ll see you at lunch?” 

He looked a little confused by your tense appearance, but nodded anyway and let his arm slip from your waist. You felt a little guilty. It wasn’t his fault that the people were being weird, and normally the PDA didn’t bother you, but now you felt so watched. 

Beth was always a good listener, she’d hear you out and likely calm you down. Finding her was your best bet. Luckily, she was very predictable in where she liked to linger before class.

“Beth, I need to talk to you!” You gave her a tight smile as you approached her car.

She surveyed the crowd of gawkers, which had shrunk considerably, but was still a decent size. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that?”

“Yup!” You grabbed her arm and headed for the girl’s bathroom. 

After a quick survey, the two of you concluded you were by yourselves. It might not have been Fort Knox level security, but it would have to do.

“Beth, I’m freaking out a little bit.” You sighed leaning against the wall in the far corner.

Your best friend let out a sigh and came over to join you in the back of the restroom. “I can tell. I’m really sorry that people are being weirdos about it.” 

“I just don’t get what the big deal is! I’ve been going out with Billy for weeks now! Is it really that much of a surprise that he slapped a label on it? And even if it is, why do half these people have to look at me like it’s a criminal offense for me to date him?” You rambled, hoping it would release some tension as the words left your mouth. 

Beth was quiet for a moment as she thought about what to say. “I can’t tell you why teenage girls are as mean and nasty as they like to be, but I think it’s probably jealousy. Which is really shitty, to be quite honest, but sometimes girls are mean. I really do hate that it all is directed at you right now.”

Since you were teetering on the brink of a panic, the universe decided to go ahead and tip you over the edge. A group of girls entered the bathroom, already in conversation about the hot topic of the hour: you. 

“Can you believe she came in wearing his jacket like she owns him? God, she must be mind blowing in bed if he wanted to keep her around. I mean, I’ve definitely never had any complaints, and he obviously kicked me to the curb.” One of the girls chuckled. She sounded like Sherry from your art class, but you were more focused on how her words made your stomach turn.

As the posse rounded the corner of the stalls, they got a clear view of you and Beth leaning against the back wall. That sent them into another fit of giggles.

“Oh my God! Y/N, we were just talking about you!” Cassandra, who used to be your lab partner last year, snickered.

The third girl, Margaret, gave you a sly look. “Hey, would you do us a huge solid and let us in on your secret? What little tricks do you pull in the sack that Billy likes so much? You better go ahead and tell us so we can make sure his next girl knows what to do after he dumps you.” 

The barrage came so quick, so sudden, that you  didn’t even have the words to defend yourself. You were just…stunned.

Beth was not. A fire lit in her eyes that would’ve made you so grateful if you could truly process what was happening right now.

“Listen, you dirty fucking skanks, I work on the school paper and unless you want it to slip that you three have the nastiest bout of chlamydia, I suggest you get the fuck out of here immediately.” Beth seethed.

That earned her some scoffs and eye rolls, but the girls left anyway. You were unable to join her victory. Even if it was cowardly, you decided in that moment that you couldn’t do today if this was how it was going to be. 

You yanked Billy’s jacket off and stuffed it down in your backpack. You shook your head as Beth opened her mouth to say something. 

“Will you please drive me home?” You asked numbly. 

She nodded and didn’t say another word as the two of you snuck out the side door. Thankfully, class had started so the parking lot was now empty. 

You were the first one to break the silence as Beth drove towards your house, 

“I never wanted to date him, you know. Never planned on it.” You murmured. “But I did it anyway, and now everyone hates me. And I hate me a little bit. I guess it would’ve been easier if I said no the last time. The worst part is now I really fucking like him, so I don’t know what to do.” 

You never expected things to be this bad. Sure, Billy had been high on the popularity spectrum since he moved here. He was a hot guy from California that drove a cool car and radiated charm. 

It wasn’t like you were bottom of the food chain, though. You probably fell somewhere around the upper-middle popularity spectrum. The problem was likely that you were just high enough to have been on Billy’s radar, but just low enough that the “top tier” kids wouldn’t accept you. 

As hard as Beth tried to persuade you to let her stay and keep you company, you insisted she go back to school. It was bad enough that you made her miss first period for your meltdown, you didn’t want to ruin her attendance any further. Besides, with your parents at work until late tonight, you were kind of glad to be alone for a while.

A while turned out to be way shorter than you had hoped. The sounds of an engine filled your driveway around noon and you had a guess of who had shown up.

“Y/N! You in there?” Billy called as he rang the doorbell. 

You cursed yourself for not having Beth tell him you were busy with something during lunch. You should’ve come up with an excuse or faked an illness…or not.

No, he was your boyfriend, you should fucking talk to him. God, people had really gotten in your head today.

You padded through the kitchen and headed for the front door. As soon as the lock slid open and you cracked the door, Billy was in the house, hands on your shoulders, looking you over.

“What the hell happened, baby? Are you okay? You didn’t come find me at lunch and then I asked around and everyone said you left this morning.” His words were full of more concern than you would’ve expected. Irritation or annoyance you might’ve predicted, but not this worried. 

“I’m okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you for lunch,” You said, but you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “You should probably get back to school.”

He shook his head and let out a huff. “No, no, don’t fucking do that.” 

“What?”

“Feed me a line of bullshit. Something happened and I’m not leaving until you tell me what.” Billy folded his arms defiantly.

He absolutely meant it, that you knew for a fact. He was persistent, that much you had figured out early on.

With a sigh, you stepped around him and gently closed the front door. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

He let out a bitter bark of a laugh. “You’re my girl, and if it hurt you, you bet your ass it’s something I need to worry about.” 

“Billy… just go.” You mumbled.

He didn’t say anything immediately, but he also made no move to leave. You weren’t sure what thoughts were going through his head, but you watched his demeanor shift slightly. 

“Where’s the jacket?” He asked, voice tinged with a cold edge.

“What?” 

“Where’s my jacket?” 

“I took it off.” 

“Why?” The coldness was definitely present in his voice now.

You looked down at your feet, but you didn’t say anything. 

“Why?” He asked again, firmer this time.

“Because! People were gawking at me like I was the most repulsive animal in the damn zoo! Oh, and some girls felt the need to corner me in the bathroom and give me shit just because I’m dating you! So I’m sorry that I didn’t come eat lunch with you, I just had to get the fuck out of there for a second!” You shouted, unleashing all the pent up rage from the past few hours.

Billy threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “Who the fuck cares what those assholes think! They’re all a bunch of shitheads!” 

“It’s not that I care what they think, Billy, it’s the fact that they’re treating me like shit because you’re my boyfriend!” 

As soon as the words flew out, you knew that you shouldn’t have said them. You didn’t mean it like that. It wasn’t Billy you were mad at, so there shouldn’t have even been a fight in the first place. You did say that, though, and no amounts of regrets could erase Billy’s temper. 

“Well let me solve that fucking problem for you!” He spotted your half unzipped backpack on the ground and grabbed his jacket before storming outside to leave. 

No no no, this wasn’t what you wanted to happen. The car started and your feet took off, carrying you outside. 

“Billy! Wait, please! That’s not what I meant!” You grabbed the car door desperately, looking into his eyes pleadingly. “It’s not your fault, and I’m sorry I made it sound like it was. Please don’t leave. Just come back inside and let me explain. Please.”

Billy sat there for a minute in the seat of the car. A stray tear betrayed you and slid down your cheek, which you wiped away hastily . Normally, he hated when girls started crying and complicating things, but all he felt from the sight of your tears was guilt. He didn’t want to be the one to make you cry. He didn’t want anyone to ever make you cry. 

He shut off the car and headed back inside. A wave of relief flooded through you as you followed him back inside to the living room. 

You took a seat on the sofa and tried to rephrase your feelings a bit better this time. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean for it to sound like I blame you for this. I don’t. I know you don’t control those people, and their actions are completely unjustified. Yeah, what they said hurt. A lot. But, deep down, I know it doesn’t really mean anything. I shouldn’t have yelled at you about that.”

Billy waited a second before sitting down beside you. “I shouldn’t have yelled either. Or tried to leave. Or made you cry. God, I’m just so fucking sorry for all of it. I wish you would've told me people were giving you shit this morning. I would’ve handled it.”

You gave him a small, sad smile. “This isn’t something you handle. You can’t control everything they do or say. This is one of those things that you have to learn to not let bother you, and eventually they’ll get tired of it anyway.”

“Still. I want to do something. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.” Billy scowled. 

“Again, not your fault. Besides, I wouldn’t have stopped you outside if I didn’t think you were worth it.” Something flickered in his eyes at your last statement and you leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. “There is something you could do for me now, though.”

“And what would that be, sweetheart?” 

“Hold me.” 

Before you knew it, Billy had you in his arms on the couch and you finally felt good about life. The boy definitely wasn’t the problem. It was everyone else that caused problems. They would just have to get over that. 

“There is one more thing.” You murmured, head against his chest.

He looked down at you with a smirk. “And what would that be?”

You returned his smirk full force. “I’m going to need that jacket back for tomorrow.”

He said that could be arranged, and sure enough, you wore it to school when you showed up together the next day. As a bonus, you made sure everyone could see it when you pulled him in for one last kiss before you headed in the building.

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