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melancholymaz · 4 years ago

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Our Little Moments

Morgan Stark x Imaginary!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader.

Warnings: idk what this is, but I wanted to try something different. starts soft but ends a bit angsty.

Summary: After losing Natasha Romanoff to the soul stone, you didn’t have much left, so what happens in the afterlife after snapping your fingers instead of Tony Stark?

You’re in a deep state of confusion. One moment you’re wandering through the afterlife gardens hand in hand with Natasha, sniffing out different flowers and bathing in each others presence after what felt like many lifetimes for Y/N.

Now, you’re in a familiar bedroom that you didn’t think you’d see again. Toy’s litter the floor, crayons and coloured pencils scattered along the tiny dresser and soft glow of a night light bounces of a small girls sleeping body. You take a few steps forwards, not caring how so, as you know you can’t physically make a sound anyway.

However, you’re proved wrong when you accidentally kick a sparkly pink barbie car, and while you don’t feel anything, the non-existent sound causes the tiny girl to jump awake, who now stares at you in annoyance for waking her up.

Too shocked to say anything, you analyse the girl, noticing how in the period since your passing, her familiar shade of brown locks of hair have grown longer, and a few of her teeth are missing.

“Aunty Y/N?” Morgan mumbles, now a little bit more awoken, in confusion. “What are you doing? It’s still night time.”

“Hi My little Mockingjay.” You whisper back, tearing up at the thought of just how much you missed her. Her eyes light up at the nickname, Tony always laughed about how Morgan would brag about her Nickname her favourite Aunty gave her. Natasha usually would be upset at such a comment, but everyone knew Morgan had you wrapped around her finger. “How can you hear me? Or see me?”

“Can you come lay down with me? Daddy didn’t stay for long enough.” Morgan asks instead, and you don’t waste a second before you have the brown haired girl cuddling up to you. “And I wished for you!”

“Wished for me?”

“Yeah! I saw a shooting star the other night with Mommy and Happy while getting cheese burgers and I wished for you to come back.” You look down at Morgan as she talks, and you can’t help but melt. While you wished you were still kicking it with the alive gang, as you call them, you don’t regret your decision being with Natasha, and you would much rather Morgan have her father too, as you know if it weren’t you to snap your fingers with the stones first, Tony would have.

“You did?” You ask, too emotional to say anything else.

“I did.” She nods proudly. “But just to me though, I had to share you last time.”

You can’t help but laugh, and you’re grateful only Morgan can hear you. You lay your head on hers, and she yawns quietly.

“Go to sleep Mockingjay, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Goodnight Aunty.”

As long hours pass in boredom waiting for the sun to rise, you wander around the Stark Cabin trying to catch up on as much as possible. You smile at the new photos, and tinker with some of Tony’s new gadgets. You even manage to relocate some of his tools, knowing he’d be deeply confused next time he goes to use them.

When morning arrives, you’re standing in the window, watching the lake, imagining the scene of the day all your family gathered around for yours and Natasha’s combined memorial, you know this from the small plaque that sits at the end of the small jetty, that you could see read;

“Y/N & Natasha Romanoff’s forever home.”

It is true, when you and Nat would come to the cabin to visit, you two often spent time somewhere in the lake in a little boat, sometimes Morgan tagging along too. Natasha often joked that if you were an animal, you’d be a Bass fish, just because you loved the lake so much.

“Y/N!!” You hear Morgan calling from upstairs, before rushed feet come bolting down the stairs, when she reaches the bottom, eyes wide in concern, you chuckle. But before either of you can say anything, a half asleep Tony comes trudging down the stairs.

“Morgan, we’ve spoken about this, Y/N isn’t here anymore.” Tony says softy, an you can’t help but smirk at how wrong he actually is. Having not seen him during the night, you take note of his greying hairs and bushy beard, you also can’t help but want to pluck his eyebrows.

“She’s right there!” Morgan laughs pointing directly at where you’re standing by the window still, wanting to prove her dad wrong. Tony looks at Morgan in confusion, looking back between you and Morgan, obviously not seeing the same thing Morgan was.

“Tony did you hit Morgan’s head on the doorframe taking her to bed again?” Pepper jokes, making her entrance down the stairs, just hearing the conversation between her two brunettes.

“No I didn’t.” Tony denies quickly, before defending himself further. “And it was one time!”

“Twice.” Morgan adds in quickly, causing Tony to shake his head in disbelief before making his morning coffee. Morgan sits down at the table as Pepper places a bowl of cereal in front of her, and pulls out the chair next to her and pats it, expecting you to sit down too, and you do.

“They really can’t see me.” You say quietly, looking at Tony and Pepper as they look at Morgan looking at you. You wished they could, you wished you could hug them and tell them how happy you are now, and how they should be too.

“Of course not.” Morgan replies after a few moments, her mouth full, but yet never taking her eyes off you, the chewed up cereal spilling everywhere.

“It’s Offical, Morgan has lost her mind.” Tony snorts, causing Pepper to chuckle with a roll of her eyes as she get’s up to clean Morgan up.

It’s a few hours later, You and Morgan sitting in her tent out in the garden after lunch. You’ve spent every moment with the little brunette, playing and laughing and playing pranks on Tony.

“I didn’t want to play with Luna after that day in the sandbox.” Morgan concludes her story, and you can’t help but stare at the girl as she absentmindedly plays with her barbie and rambles on about another story. You have a feeling your time with her earth-side is ending soon, so you want to remember everything about your Mockingjay.

The twinkle in her eyes when she get’s the approval for another juice pop, or the frown she gets in-between her eyebrows when Pepper brushes a little too rough through a knot in her hair. You will never forget her concentration face when working with Tony, one identical to her father.

You wish Natasha was here to see her and your family too. Although you and Morgan had the closest relationship, Nat wasn’t far behind. You and Natasha had always spoke about the day you may both have your own children, and see Morgan love them like she does the both of you.

You and Nat never told Tony, but Morgan had always told you both that she loved you 3002.

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

#matthew gray gubler #mgg smut #mgg oneshot #mgg x reader

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years ago

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You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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valberryy · 4 years ago

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good god, let me give you my life. — kaeya

another converted oc fic!!!! yes i have many kaeya thoughts....... and i missed this oc in particular QAQ anyways please accept this word vomit its like 2k words im sorry idk what possessed me

pairing: kaeya x fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries + alcohol, light swearing (like, three instances max)

Kaeya had seen that doe-eyed look countless times before, but there was still something about the way your gaze burned almost incredulously into his own that made his smirk grow wider.

"Kaeya, you asshole!" you exclaimed, but your half-exasperated anger just made him laugh—by the Seven, you were even more fun to tease than Diluc!

"What's the rush?" he laughed, ignoring your hand on his chest to balance herself as you tiptoed to where he was holding your Vision right out of your reach. "Is widdle [Name] so scared of—"

You elbowed him in the gut at that, and his grip on your Vision wavered as he let out a pained oof. You pinned it back to where it normally hung, and a glance at your clothes—the buttoned up coat, the bags placed haphazardly on the ground next to your boots—was all it took for the lucidity to return to Kaeya's eyes.

"The others are waiting," you muttered, gaze downcast and cheeks flushed from the cold. Kaeya nodded. Wordlessly, you grabbed his hands and squeezed, ever so gently.

"I promise we'll come back to visit," you said. "And I'll write a lot."

Kaeya nodded again, a devious grin pulling at his lips but faltering at the edges. "When you do come back I'll ask Master Crepus to throw a party and I'll read out your letters for everyone to hear—"

"You—!"

"...So come back safe, okay?"

A sigh, then, and another light squeeze of his hands.

"I promise."

With that, Kaeya finally let you go—and already missing the warmth of your palms and the fleetingness of your touch, he watched as your back disappeared off into the horizon.

Kaeya often found himself waiting, those days, to the point that he might have called himself distracted if he hadn't known any better. The smile that graced his lips at each letter—which always started with your and your brother's neat handwriting, with little comments from your sister sprinkled all throughout, and sealed with some local flower or other—never failed to go unnoticed, to the point that even Diluc found himself sighing at the sight.

"You're an idiot," he had said, and nothing else.

Each year your visits had become a staple of summer, and for days on end Master Crepus' manor was filled with foreign music and dance. Kaeya never read out your letters like he said he would, but you two would always sneak out of the party with a bottle of champagne, and you would whisper gossip to each other like you always used to, conspiratory and scheming.

(Once, just as a laugh was about to spill from his lips, you placed your palm over the lower half of his face and kissed the back of your hand. "I thought you were bolder than that," he teased, and with a scoff you plucked the bottle from his hands.

"Oh? I'd like to see you do better, lover boy.")

One year the letters stopped, and you never came to visit. Winter came all too soon. The calla lilies in your last letter had begun to wilt.

The next year, he and Diluc parted ways. As their swords clashed for the last time, he wished it was your flames that had scorched him instead.

Two years hence, the Knights of Favonius found a young woman, half-conscious and all but bleeding out, under the tree at Windrise.

Kaeya had stopped in his tracks when he heard, his silver tongue going dry behind the calm smile he put on. "Thanks for the news," he told his subordinate. "I'll check it out."

As soon as he was alone, he let the panic sink in.

His walk to the cathedral was exceedingly brief, and Kaeya wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing. As he walked towards the infirmary he heard Barbara's voice—

"...but do you remember anything else?"

A pause, then a blunt, "No."

—And as he walked inside he saw the deaconess with her tome, and a little ways behind her was...you. You seemed a little pale and worse for wear, but when you looked at him with the same doe-eyed look as before, Kaeya couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved.

"You really worried me back there, love," he said smoothly. "How are you feeling now?"

You glanced almost unnoticeably at Barbara, who seemed to mouth something along the lines of, "Later."

"Alive, I guess," you responded, then paused for a good moment as you glanced at him fully. Kaeya raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry…" you said, "It's just that I've heard so much about you, but—"

But what? he thought, and felt his blood run cold again.

"—I have no idea who you are."

—

Kaeya thought it the worst of cruelties for you to be so similar to your old self, yet so wholly, horribly different. You walked with the same languid grace, spoke with the same haughtiness and pride, still tapped your teaspoon against the rim of your teacup—three times, every single time, with a resounding chime.

But you no longer looked at him the same, no longer laughed at his old jokes, no longer called him by his name. It was always captain or sir, and never what he so desperately longed to hear.

"You Knights are always so ineffective," Diluc sighed, and for the first time in years the Ragnvindr brothers finally found themselves in agreement.

Kaeya laughed self-pityingly, running one hand through his hair and using the other to swirl the contents of his half-empty glass. Another sigh, and just as he was about to speak again, the door to Angel's Share opened to the sound of laughter.

"Venti, I said no—"

"Oh, come on! All you've been doing is reading that journal of yours! I thought you—"

There was an indignant, ungraceful sounding yell, and the rest of Venti's words were muffled by what Kaeya assumed was your hand. You two whispered together some more—he even thought he heard you threaten him, if he wasn't mistaken—and with your defeated sigh, Venti began to tune his lyre.

Ah, you was going to dance, then.

Kaeya turned in his seat to the point where he could watch them from the corner of his vision, taking another drink from his steadily-emptying glass. With gentle hands, the bard began to pluck at his lyre strings, and with the same practiced, precise movements he committed so dearly to memory, your body began to sway.

He knew this one—it started off slowly, gently, only to speed up as the music did as well. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three-four, went your heels against the wooden floor, and as the song ended and you bowed with a haughty flourish, Kaeya had abruptly stood up and left the tavern.

Your steps were light against the cobblestone when you caught up with him, that same night.

"Captain," you said, "you've been avoiding me."

He turned around to face you, a practiced smile on his lips. He couldn't look you in the eyes, though, no matter how intensely your gaze burned into him. "Oh? What might you be doing out so late, Miss [Surname]?"

You sighed, placing a hand on your hip. "You knew me before, right? That's why you keep running away?"

Kaeya's tongue went dry as he heard you speak. Ah, what does he say to this? He watched you sigh again, but this time you brought out the musty old journal that he knew hung from your waist.

You held it out to him expectantly, but he didn't take it.

"...We knew each other," he eventually replied, soft and without any of his normal bravado. "We were…close."

Your face remained impassive, but there was a glint in your eyes that gave your suspicion away. "...I see," you said. "Then…I want to start again. I can't be the person you knew before, but…"

It was Kaeya who sighed this time, endearingly. "You really haven't changed," he said, before holding out a hand for you to shake. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, then. Kaeya Alberich, at your service."

You smiled, and he felt his heart flutter and ache alike at the sight. Taking his hand, you said, "[Name] [Surname]…a pleasure it is to finally know you, Kaeya."

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Whenever dusk fell, Kaeya would often find you at one of the many taverns littered throughout the city, but your favourite seemed to be the Angel's Share, of all places. If you weren't dancing along to whatever tune the bard was singing, you were often talking with Diluc from the opposite end of the bar, sipping from your glass of wine.

And whenever Kaeya would walk in you would turn to him and raise your glass in greeting, crowing something or other about coincidence, and he would say something or other about fate; and then you would drink together as his brother grew increasingly exasperated at the volume.

One evening, he had lost track of how many rounds he had when his head began to grow fuzzy. He was only half-conscious of Charles' sigh, and you saying something along the lines of, "I'll bring him home."

With practiced ease—likely from your time hanging around with that drunkard bard—you lifted him up and slung his arm around your shoulders, struggling a bit from his height. "C'mon, captain, let's get you home," you said, to which he merely nodded and buried his face in the warmth of the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, it was always you getting wasted like this," he drawled. "Master Crepus used to—! He used to always scold us for stealing wine, but you were always half passed out so you never heard any of it."

You looked down, seemingly deep in thought. "It sounds like we were very close," you said, and he chuckled and hummed in the affirmative.

He began rambling again as you made the short walk to his house, continuing even as you dug through his pockets for his keys. How he still reads your letters, how you made fun of his eyepatch the very first time he wore it, how you two used to climb the tree at Windrise, hoping always, in vain, to somehow reach the highest bough. If he were less shitfaced and more sober perhaps he would have found it in himself to stem the waterfall of words spilling from his lips—honest and raw in a way neither of you were used to—but as it stood, all he could have done was bare his heart to you like this.

You were silent as you laid him down on his bed, mumbling more to yourself than to anyone else, "You need to drink water, Kaeya."

The silence between you hung heavy like a body on the gallows.

"I really loved you, you know."

Another pause, then, and then the soft caress of your palm against his cheek, and the lightest brush of your lips against his forehead.

"...Good night, Kaeya."

The next day, Kaeya woke up with the worst bitch of a migraine he's ever had in his life. As he rose to get a glass of water, he suddenly became aware of several things: firstly, the fact that he was a fucking idiot; second, the fact that he needs to get black-out drunk less often; and third, the fact that you were lying asleep on his couch, your journal in one hand and your other arm hanging off the side.

He sighed, placing down the empty glass, and walked over to you—and with your same gentleness from the night before, Kaeya brushed aside your bangs to press a kiss to your forehead.

—

"Snrk—you what?"

"Oh, yes, and then after that Jean said—"

You cut off the rest of his story by shoving a piece of meat in his mouth, and when Kaeya managed to swallow it he was met with the sight of your smug smile and your eyes still bleary from laughing.

"There's no way all of that happened because of a rabbit," you said, to which he laughed good-naturedly, followed by a sip from his glass of wine.

"You'd be surprised what kinds of things Klee can get herself into."

You laughed again, and he took another drink of wine. Ah, he missed this, he thought. Missed the way the breeze here at Windrise smelled of asters, missed the way the moonlight trickled down through the leaves of the giant tree.

(Most of all, he missed the little way your nose would crinkle when you laughed, but he'd prefer not to say that aloud, lest he be hit over the head with the wine bottle he brought along today—amnesia or not, he knew very well it was still within your strength to do so.)

Kaeya watched as you closed your eyes to enjoy the evening breeze, your hair like a wildfire in the breeze. You looked at him then, your eyes heavy with a certain lucidity that he couldn't name, but still managed to shake him somehow.

"...I'm in love with you, Kaeya."

When he smirked and said, "So I get to brag that I made you fall for me twice?" he was met with the same indignant, doe-eyed glare from all those years ago.

"I'm being serious!" you exclaimed, but he only laughed again, and covered your mouth with the palm of his hand. Before you could protest again, he kissed the back of his own hand and pulled away, a cheeky grin on his lips.

"Where'd all that bravado go, Mr. Casanova?"

Kaeya was hit with a pang of nostalgia, then. He looked at you, cheeks lightly flushed from the cold breeze and embarrassment alike, and his smile only widened further.

"Hmm? Think you can do any better, dearest?"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x reader #bee writes

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Wasn’t Ready for That

Jonathan Byers x male!reader

warnings:

a/n: slightly altered so that reader is just the older sibling of nancy!

prompt: anonymous: “Jonathan Byers x male reader - the reader is the twin brother of Nancy , and he and Jonathan are best friends, Jonathan has a crush on the reader and kisses him but the reader freezes Up and Jonathan runs away before he can say anything. The reader has a crush on him too and ends up buying Jonathan something like candy or a bear idk and tells him he like him to and they end up cuddling and kissing.”

You and Jonathan had been through it all together, years and years of friendship that could never fade. And now it was like tradition since your younger brother and his were also best friends! Friends.

Sure, you guys were friends. Friends who spent nearly every waking moment together, friends who secretly pine over one another when no one is looking, friends who feel like they could just die when the other is away.

“Y/N, I think Jonathan’s here!” Your mom called up the stairs and almost immediately heard your footsteps as you rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping and tumbling down. “What did I tell you about running though the house?”

“Sorry, mom, just excited. See you later tonight!” You grabbed your jacket off of the coat rack and raced out the door and all the way to Jonathan’s car.

“Miss me?” He joked as he switched gears and began to drive off, you were actually out of breath from your little workout.

“Can’t say I did.” You smugly replied and felt him lightly punch your arm, both of you let out some intoxicating chuckles before letting them fade and sighing. “Where are we going?” You asked.

“I actually heard that the sunset looks really cool from the bleachers at school, wanna head there and hang out while we wait?” Jonathan shrugged at his own idea, it sounded better in his head, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hand out with the one and only.

“Sounds good to me, hit the gas, Byers!” You pointed onward and Jonathan did exactly as instructed, the speedometer quickly rose. Your best friend would honestly do anything you asked him to, he knew it’d make you happy, even the stupidest of things.

You finally arrived at Hawkins High on a weekend, which didn’t exactly have the same mood as a weekday morning.

“This feels wrong.” You told him as you shut the passenger door.

“Yeah, it kind of does.” Jonathan draped his camera strap over his neck and led you over to the bleachers, picking the device up and pointing it your way. “Hey, y/n, smile!”

“Cheeeeese!” You gave the most over-exaggerated smile your face could handle and heard the picture snap. “Did I look good?”

“You always do.” He complimented and turned pink in the cheeks. Nice one, Jonathan. While he was stressing over what may or may not happen tonight, you ran ahead to climb on the bleachers. Don’t fuck this up, Jonathan. He kept repeating that in his mind until he noticed you waving to him from above the empty metal seats, so he decided to snap another photo.

“Come up here, Byers!” You shouted and watched as he meandered over. “Really? Can’t go any faster than that?”

“I could trip!” He argued insincerely and finally reached you on the top steps. “Happy now?”

“Meh, I guess.” You teased, but it was odd because Jonathan didn’t reply, maybe he didn’t catch your joke. But Jonathan was busy with his thoughts.

This is it. Kiss him. Over and over in his head. Your best friend stared at your lips and back up at your eyes. Now. Jonathan leaned forward and quickly pushed his lips into yours and pulled back just as fast. “I-I’m sorry.” You were frozen in shock. “I’m really sorry, I don’t—I thought maybe you were, I don’t know...” He didn’t know how to make up for his actions.

“It’s okay. I gotta go.” You made your excuse and hustled down the bleachers and onto the pavement, Jonathan groaned and called over:

“I can drive you home.” But you just kept walking. He may have fucked up beyond repair. What if he just outed himself for nothing? This whole time he was dumb enough to believe that you two could have been a perfect couple...shit!

You took your walk back home to reflect on what had just happened. It’s not like you didn’t feel the same way. Maybe you were scared? And surprised? He obviously liked you back and you just left him in the dust! Fucking hell. Just keep walking. And then you were home. You didn’t bother saying “hi” to anyone, you just walked right upstairs, nearly making it to your room before running into your sister, Nancy.

“Hey, everything okay?” She asked, noticing you were just a bit tense, which was unusual after a day with Jonathan.

“Perfect.” You snapped, which gave away your mood just like that. She wouldn’t leave you be and she wasn’t an idiot. You were her brother, she knew almost everything there was to know about you.

“Jonathan kissed you, didn’t he?” Nancy quietly asked so that none of the other house members could hear. That question made you freeze up just as much as the actual kiss. “I knew it.”

“What do I do, Nance?” You eagerly whined, seeing a smile creep on her face. “This isn’t funny!”

“Y/N, it’s obvious that you like him back. Go fix whatever you messed up before it’s too late.” She shook her head at you, leaving your jaw to drop.

“Wait, you know that I like guys?” You scrunched your eyebrows up, she seemed utterly unsurprised.

“I mean, I guess? I figured you liked Jonathan, but it was pretty obvious that he liked you.” Your sister explained. “Doesn’t matter right now, go! Do the right thing!” She nudged you along and you reluctantly returned to the stairwell and down to the front door to sneak out (with dad’s car keys).

You kept beating yourself up on the inside, why didn’t you just sit and talk with your best friend instead of booking it home? You knew that Jonathan would’ve talked about it if you had just let him. On your way to the Byers residence, you stopped by the convenience store that his mom, Joyce, worked in to pick up an excuse and an apology.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you! What are you doing here?” Joyce shuffled out from behind the counter and gave you a hug.

“Just picking up a quick snack!” You put on your mask of lies and plucked Jonathan’s favorite candy off the shelf, setting it next to the register. Joyce already knew who that was for. She rang it up real quick and you handed her a dollar, then swiped the candy off of the counter and said a quick goodbye. “Nice seeing you, Ms. Byers, love ya!” The door shut and you hopped back into dad’s car and drove in the direction of Jonathan’s house, hoping he was home by now. Lucky for you, his car was back in the driveway. You jogged up tonthe door and gave it a good knock before his younger brother answered.

“Hi, y/n. He’s in his room.” Will let you inside and closed the door behind you.

“Thanks, kiddo.” You approached Jonathan’s door and gave it a few taps.

“Come in.” You heard his defeated voice muffle through the door. You slowly pushed it open and surprised Jonathan with your presence in his dark room as you kicked the door shut. “Shit, hi.” He scrambled to sit up straight.

“Catch.” You tossed his candy to him. “That’s my formal apology.” You smirked, your sense of humor was still there. “No, but really, I’m sorry.”

“Why? I was the one that kissed you.” He unwrapped the candy bar and took a bite, diverting eye contact from you, but there was just a bit of light peaking through the window to illuminate a track of tears that had ran down his face. You did that.

“Yeah, but my reaction was a little uncalled for.” You shrugged and sat down beside him in bed, dippinb the mattress just a bit.

“Well, if you’re not gay, then you’re not gay.” He sighed and cringed as he replayed his actions again and again in his mind.

“I came here to tell you that I like you back.” You finally revealed and Jonathan’s neck whipped around to look at you, you weren’t joking.

“You couldn’t have lead with that?” Your best friend swatted with a cheeky smile, reaching his hand out for you to take.

“Oops.” You giggled and took his hand, pulling him close enough for a do-over that lasted just a few seconds minutes longer than the first one had. It was good to have this all cleared up, and it’d be a great story to tell one day. He soon wrapped his arms around you and got you to lay with him for just a while, taking in the fact that this was real.

“So, are we going to be boyfriends now?” He curiously asked, hoping that it was a “yes.”

“Odds are in your favor, Byers.” You brushed some hair from his face and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “But I gotta get going soon, I stole my dad’s car to get here and I don’t know when he’s going to notice.”

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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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Idk if you still accept requests but can you please bless us with more Levihan Witcher AU?Hanji as a bard/alchemist is so on brand for her.

anon, thank you so much for this ask! you woulnd’t believe it, but this fic was sitting in my drafts for almost six months, and your ask finally motivated me to finish it! this is super self-indulgent and also my nerdiness for witcher series is definetely showing but eh.... hope you still enjoy it <3

The town of Rinde, near the edge of Redania, was as shitty as they came.

The roads were washed away with dirt, the huts (calling them houses would be an exaggeration) stood dirty and even and kids were running around, dressed in torn clothes and without any shoes on.

Needless to say, all of it disgusted Levi.

And, really, he would have skipped that town altogether, it didn’t look like there was anyone there, who was rich enough to pay for hiring him, and, since he wasn’t on a hunt for a long time, he really needed to find someone, who would toss that coin to the witcher. He would have skipped that town, he almost did, but then he heard it. His witcher senses had picked it up immediately, the faint sound, the voice that was unmistakable for him, even though Levi hadn’t heard it for almost a year.

He headed in the direction of that voice instantly, the Roach following after him with an unusual willingness. Maybe, the horse has sensed her as well. The Roach always liked the annoying bard, after all.

After reaching the small tavern near the outskirts of the town and tying Roach to the outpost, Levi stopped in front of the door, giving himself the time to change his decision.

The tavern wasn’t up to his standards. At all. Even without seeing what was inside, it was enough for Levi to see the moldy walls to understand that he was standing at the threshold to a shithole.

He should have turned around and escaped this town. The nightfall was approaching and, as far as he knew, there wasn’t a town or even a village nearby. He’d have to sleep under the stars again. It was more preferable to stepping inside the unkempt tavern.

Besides, even without his supernatural senses, he could hear that the place was full of drunkards. Some shouted out vulgar jokes and laughed boisterously, some sang loudly and quite terribly.

And amidst all of it, there it was. Her voice that was laughing and singing with the rest of the patrons. For anyone else it would have been hard to decipher just one voice out of the dozens of others, but for Levi, this voice was special.

There were no doubts in his mind anymore. He pushed the door open.

All conservation ceased as soon as Levi walked inside. Well, that was to be expected. What was unexpected was the absence of a loud cheerful shriek greeting him. Although... considering the way he parted with Hange a year ago, maybe, he should have expected it as well.

Nevertheless, she paid him no attention, didn't even look at him. Levi's mood worsened. Glaring at all the patrons, he made his way to the bar.

"Tea," he ordered gruffly.

"Tea?" the maiden, who was standing behind the bar, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you sure? We have ale, beer, vodka..."

"I don't want that piss that you call ale and beer here, and I definitely do not want to taste whatever the fuck substitutes vodka in this shithole. Just simple tea. You have it, I hope?"

"I'll look around...." the maiden nodded uncertainly. "Anything else?"

"If you have some soup that'd be great."

"Alright, I'll bring your order in a minute. Are you going to stay the night?"

Levi's eyes immediately darted to Hange. She wasn't looking at him. He sighed.

"We'll see about that."

Levi spent the whole evening boring holes into the back of Hange's head. She didn't turn around even once, too busy having fun with her new friends. As he watched the merry group in front of him, Levi couldn't help but scoff. Most of them, both men and women, were already smitten with Hange. He could see it in the way they subtly touched her hand or squeezed her shoulder, in the way they smiled dreamily and blushed every time she looked at them. Hange always had an uncanny ability to charm people. If it was her silvery voice or just the natural charisma, Levi wasn’t sure. He hated it nevertheless.

Not because Hange managed to put him under her spell as well (she did not) but because he hated when Hange paid attention to someone, except him. Apparently, even witchers could be childish sometimes.

However, considering what he had told Hange at that mountain, when anger and frustration took over him, maybe, he didn't deserve her attention anymore.

Still, Levi felt bitter, watching Hange’s smiles and teasing directed on someone, who wasn’t him. He missed her, goddamn it. It took him so long to realize it, but he enjoyed Hange’s company so much. The hunts just weren’t the same, if she wasn’t by his side, splurging some weird facts she read from bestiaries at Oxcenfurt. The roads seemed longer without Hange, who filled the silence with one of her new songs or her musings about the life. And even though, Levi always acted annoyed whenever Hange claimed that the nights were too chilly, so they have to sleep together to savor the warmth, now, since she wasn’t sleeping by his side anymore, even a brightly lit fire couldn’t make the cold disappear.

Shit, he was in such a deep shit.

As the evening progressed into the night, the patrons slowly started to tinker out of the tavern. Levi watched each of them carefully, trying to guess which of these lucky bastards would leave together with Hange.

However, soon almost everyone had left. The only other person, who was still at the tavern, was Hange.

As soon as the last customer went on his way, she sat atop the table and took out her lute.

She plucked the strings of the instrument, tuning it in. Throughout the evening, Hange sang numerous songs, all of them were accompanied by laughter and applause. But not by her lute.

A special lute that was given to her by an elf after her last one was destroyed and after Levi had threatened the said elf to break her nose if she dared to put that miserable expression on a pretty face of his bard ever again.

It was a shame that Hange still refused to look at him. He always enjoyed looking at her while she played. Her expression always matched the song she was performing - if the song was fast and catchy, she would be grinning from ear to ear, lightening up the whole room, and if she was singing the sad one, the one about heartbreak and tragic love, her face was mournful, her eyes distant.

Hange started to play, and Levi recognized the song instantly.

A storm raging on the horizon of longing, and heartache, and lust

Damn, of course, she decided to sing that song. Evidently, Hange was out to torture him as much as possible.

“I dedicate it to you, Levi!” she announced after she had first presented it to him.

They were in the middle of a road, resting in front of a fire after an exhausting hunt for a Nightwraith. Well, Levi was resting after an exhausting hunt, Hange was sitting beside him, blabbering almost nonstop. She sang a song to him too, after shyly confessing that this was her latest creation.

“How the fuck can this song be about me?” Levi grunted then. “It’s about woman, dipshit.”

“Ah, but a song about a man won’t be popular amongst my fellow bards! So I had to change a few things there and then.”

“So my kiss is that sweet?” he asked, fighting back a smile.

Hange snickered, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “And it destroys me each time.”

That memory – amongst hundreds, millions of others – kept replaying in his mind, as he listened to her beautiful voice. Hange was called a genius, one of the most talented bards in all Northern Kingdoms.

Levi always considered it to be bullshit. He was sure that even in Nilfgaardian Empire there wasn’t an artist half as blessed with a gift of music as Hange was.

As she finished the song, Hange got to her feet. She slanged her lute over her shoulder and headed to the bar. As he watched her order, Levi hid a small smile – it seemed Hange was still inseparable with the damn lute. Some things never change, it seemed.

His musings were cut off abruptly, when Hange sat down at his table. In her hands she held two cups with something that smelled very much like piss. Levi cringed.

Hange finished the first mug in one go. She wiped off her mouth and then put the mug down with a loud ‘thud’. She pushed the second mug to Levi.

“Drink,” she ordered, glaring at him.

“I don’t get drun—”

“Drink,” she pressed. “I don’t care if your stupid witcher physiology enables you from getting drunk. I won’t have this conversation if one of us is sober.”

“Alright,” Levi nodded and took a large gulp from the mug. Oh, so that was ale. Disgusting. “Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Hange crossed hands on her chest. “Now answer me this – what is so interesting about the back of my head?”

“What? I don’t—”

“You do,” Hange cut him off once more. “You do understand. You’ve been staring at me the whole evening. Don’t you have something better to do? Some important witcher stuff? What the fuck are you even doing here, Levi?”

“I…” he cleared his throat, feeling small under Hange’s furious gaze. “I needed somewhere to spend the night.”

“And that’s why you decided to spend your evening in the company of drunkards, eating your soup in a corner?”

“Maybe, I’ve missed the human’s company.”

Hange threw her head back and laughed. “You missing human’s company? Don’t give me that crap.”

“Well…” for a second Levi fidgeted with a sleeve of his armor, refusing to look Hange in the eyes. It was now or never. Either he apologizes to Hange right now, or there won’t be another chance to reconcile. He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze. “Maybe, I’ve missed you.”

Hange’s eyes widened just a fraction. She composed herself almost immediately, but Levi noticed the slight change in her. Could it be that not everything was lost?

“Bullshit,” Hange answered, her tone even colder than before. “How can you miss the person, who destroyed your life again and again? Who is the sole reason for any hardship you had ever faced? Who does nothing, but shit on your future?”

Levi silently lowered his head, not even trying to stop Hange’s angry tirade. He deserved every word, every insult she threw his way. He would endure a lot more offence from her, if it meant that Hange would forgive him. If everything could go back to normal. If Levi could finally reunite with his best friend.

Hange took a deep sigh and stood up. Levi looked up at her gingerly, expecting to see her storm out of the tavern. Instead Hange went to the bar again, ordering two more mugs of ale, and returned to his table.

“They are for me,” she told curtly, when Levi tried to reach to one of the mugs. “I really can’t deal with this sober.”

“Hange…” he cleared his throat, feeling more nervous and vulnerable than when he was staring at a mob of harpies. “The way I treated you was awful… I was angry and needed someone to pour that anger out, but you didn’t deserve it. I’m asking for your forgiveness, but if you can’t grant it… just say so. I promise not to bother you after this.”

“Sweet Melitele,” Hange shook her head. “Tell me, Levi, are all witchers assholes, or was I just lucky enough to meet an exception?”

She took a long sip of ale, wincing and wiping her mouth afterwards. For a long moment, Hange stared at the table, tracing the invisible patterns on the old, wooden surface.

“I forgive you, you dumbass,” she said finally. Her words made Levi’s heart swell. He stared at her, hope shining in his gaze. “But I have two conditions.”

“Anything,” Levi promised readily.

“Anything, huh?” Hange arched an eyebrow. “Are you really that eager to have my forgiveness or are you just naturally so brave?”

“Both,” he replied, shrugging.

“My first condition,” she smiled in an almost feral manner. Shivers ran through his spine, but Levi didn’t allow himself to shudder. Showing his fear would only make Hange crueler. “I want you to help me with my experiments. I found a new potion and I need a person with fast metabolism to run some tests on it, and I need to extract four front teeth from algoul for my next concoction.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Hange nodded. “As for my first condition. My second one,” she paused, leaning in and grabbing the collar of his armor. “I need you to give me that sweet kiss of yours.”

“Well,” Levi smirked, moving closer to her, before their lips were almost touching. “Ready to be destroyed then.”

#oh god this thing is probably incomprehensible for anyone who didn't watch the show or read the books #ah well :')#levihan

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//general dating headcannons//

Characters: Daishou Suguru/ Kita Shinsuke/ Yamaguchi Tadashi

Warnings: i don’t think any??

Word Count: 2K (~650 a piece)

Notes: i am soft for kita shinsuke. that is all.

Daishou Suguru

He’s a top tier boyfriend and no one is allowed to tell me otherwise

He is a first-class WEENIE for his s/o and would genuinely do anything for them

But noooo y’all hate him smh

Daishou is the kind of person who puts every important date of your relationship in his phone. He is never missing your anniversary or your birthday or any other important relationship dates.

He’s a good morning/good night texter too. I know that everyone thinks he’s an asshole, but after being broken up with for focusing too much on a club, he doesn’t want you to feel like he only cares about volleyball. If he’s going to be busy for a few hours, he’s going to tell you so you don’t think he’s just flat out ignoring you

I promise, he will let you do anything to him if you just ask. Want to try to curl his hair? Cool, just please don’t burn him. You want to pluck his eyebrows? Go ahead. He doesn’t mind. Did you see this really cute nail design that you want to try? Suguru already has his hand held out towards you so you can practice.

He’s not telling anyone that he does all of this so willingly though. He has to maintain some essence of coolness

Literally the whole volleyball team knows that he’s a total simp, so idk who the hell he thinks he’s hiding it from

His love language is quality time, so as long as he’s with you, he’s perfectly content. Daishou will happily just sit next to you for hours, sending each other memes or stupid tiktoks.

When it comes to actually going out on dates, he’s really simple. He likes picnics in the park or taking hikes or going stargazing. It feels very intimate to him and allows a certain degree of vulnerability that can’t be found anywhere else.

You guys went stargazing on your first date and he brought you flowers and the two of you shared snacks it was all very cute and there was no way that you weren’t going to go on a second date with him

Speaking of flowers-

One time you made him mad over something really stupid and he brought you some flowers as a partial apology for him being overdramatic, but the card just said “fuck you” in really pretty lettering, but there was a really small, “but also, I love you” on the other side.

The two of you pick up random hobbies together? For no other reason than the two of you spend an awful lot of time just sitting at each other's house? So, you decided to do something other than just sit on your phones for h o u r s

You’ve made those giant arm-knitted blankets together. One time, you tried to make soap, but it didn’t smell good so that hobby got scrapped. You’ve tried to learn how to roller skate together, but Daishou almost broke his arm so you thought maybe something less dangerous like puzzles. But, those got old really fast.

Please for the love of god run your hand over his arms. He will be putty in your hands. He loves it so much.

Better yet? Put your hands on his biceps when he kisses you and he’s a happy boy. His arms are the feature that he’s most proud of, so knowing that you like them too is a big boost to his ego.

He has two main nicknames for you smh. When he’s teasing or just being a little shit, he calls you sweetheart. If he actually wants to be affectionate, Daishou calls you babygirl.

He’ll pull you into his lap and pepper your face in kisses while telling you, “I love you, babygirl, you know that?”

If you call him ‘Sugu’ or just ‘ru’ he may actually die right there. It just plucks something in his heart that sends him to cloud-9.

Suguru really is a fantastic boyfriend who just wants you to be happy ;-; He wants you to smile and laugh and be comfortable around him, because he’s here for the long-haul. When Daishou falls in love, he falls hard

Kita Shinsuke

An absolute sweetheart

He’s going to take care of you so good

Kita for sure walked straight up to you and asked you on a date. He gave zero fucks. Nerves? Kita has never heard of them before. If you reject him, you reject him. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.

You met his grandmother really early into the relationship because she’s really important to Kita, so he needed to know that she approved of you before fully committing to a relationship with you.

But, I promise, she loves you and now that Kita is finally dating someone, she’s going to pester him about wedding plans once he comes home from your date. She doesn’t care that this is only the second date. She wants to see her grandson married.

Kita genuinely loves domestic life? Please please please come over and cook with him. If you offer to help him with the dishes, he may propose right there. Okay not literally but you know what i mean. Come over on Saturdays for laundry and gardening.

I should mention that dating Kita isn’t always chores and housework, but even when it is, it really doesn’t feel like it? The two of you joke around, definitely throwing dirt at one another while you’re pulling weeds in the garden or flicking water at him while doing the dishes.

He’s an “acts of service” kind of person. Little things like having your favorite snacks in the cabinets for when you come over or turning the heat up before you get there so it’ll be warm because he knows you get gold. You left your math binder at his house once, so he took the time to put all of the loose papers where he knew you would’ve wanted them.

If you’re a person who gets periods, he has pads and extra painkillers stocked in the bathroom cabinet.

Please note that Kita has zero shame in buying you period products. You need tampons? Okay. What size and what brand? Do you want anything else? He can get some snacks while he’s at the store too. You can say no and he’s going to pick up a package of pizza rolls anyway. He knows you well enough that you’ll say no, but only tell him that you're hungry the minute he gets home. He’s played this game before. He knows.

It makes his grandmother so proud, seeing him love and care so wholeheartedly for another person that isn’t related to him. She just knows that he’ll make an excellent husband to you one day

She cares about you just as much as he does. Kita mentioned that you weren’t feeling well once, and she packed up a bunch of leftovers and some tea for him to take over to you, pretty much telling him not to come back until you were feeling well again.

Kita doesn’t beat around the bush, so if he has something he wants to tell you, he’s just going to say it. Communication is really important to him and he believes that it’s the key to a healthy and happy relationship.

But, because of this, it took him a while to say I love you. He didn’t want to just say it, you know? He wanted to genuinely mean it. He believes that that phrase gets tossed around too easily. So, it was a few months before he actually said it, but you knew that he was serious when he did.

He likes to kiss the top of your head. If you’re tall, he enjoys kisses to your temple just as much.

I 10/10 recommend a Kita. He would love you wholeheartedly and, don’t tell his grandmother, he really does want to spend the rest of his life with you.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Another absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend oml

But, I promise that you’re probably going to have to make the first move if you want anything to come from this.

He’s just so shy and nervous when talking to people that he finds cute ;-;

Although, there is a chance that Tsukishima told him to get over himself and just ask you out.

“It’s not that big of a deal. If they say no, you move on.”

Shut up, Tsukki.

Yamaguchi really likes to hold your hand. It’s really grounding for him, so if he’s ever starting to get panicked, he’ll reach for your hand.

Before every game, he has to hold your hand and he’ll squeeze it three times before he has to go. So, if he starts to panic during the game, he has a fresh memory of the feeling of your hand in his.

Yamaguchi lets you wear his jacket during games ;-; He didn’t even think about it as something to show you off as his, he was just worried that you might get chilly in the stands, so he offered for you to take it.

But, now he’s obsessed with how cute you look with his jacket around your shoulders that he’s letting you hold onto it whenever he gets the opportunity.

Study dates study dates study dates

The two of you will either go to a cafe or a library and claim a table and just hang out and do homework together. If you’re struggling with something, he’ll walk you through it. He moved his chair close to yours so that your knees just barely brushed against one another.

He loves to bring you little gifts. If he sees something in a shop that reminds him of you or if he thinks you might like it, he’ll buy it and give it to you the next time he sees you.

He usually doesn’t like nicknames? He'd rather just be called by his actual name, but something about you calling him ‘dashi’ just feels right and he really likes it.

Tadashi has a lot of insecurities, especially in the start of your relationship with him. He doesn’t understand why you’re so willing to be with him?? He’s just a bundle of nerves and he’s convinced that you could do so much better than him, but yet you still stay with him?

It took him a really long time to get comfortable with the idea of being in a relationship and realize that you weren’t going to just dump him because you really got to know him, but when he does get comfortable, it’s like he’s a totally new person. His nervous laughter actually becomes more full and free and he smiles a lot wider. He isn’t afraid to tease you and he’s a lot more open about his emotions.

Tsukki is the first one to really notice just how good you are for Yamaguchi. Tadashi isn’t super open with anyone but him, at least, until you came along and gave Tadashi another person that he could connect with and feel comfortable around.

Tadashi loves it when you play with the hair at the base of his neck. It feels so comforting and he would love to just fall asleep right there with your fingers in his hair. Everytime you play with his hair, his head immediately goes to your shoulder and he’ll wrap his arms around your midsection and tell you that he loves you.

You will never go a day without Tadashi telling you that he loves you and that you’re absolutely incredible. He finds something to compliment you on every single day because he just wants you to know that you’re loved and, while yes, he does find you absolutely beautiful, sometimes it’s nice to be complimented on things other than physical appearance and that’s where Yamaguchi really shines.

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kylopen · 5 years ago

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Dating an ‘edgy’ girl

(House neutral)

Warnings: I have a tendency to swear

Read the Marauders era version here

Includes: Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Fred, George and Neville.

I can’t add a “read more” thing for some reason I’ve tried many times so idk sorry

Draco:

* You both meet when he bumps into you in hogsmeade.

* He fully hits you with that “who the fuck do you think you a—“

* Then he slowly looks up to find a girl, drenched in black clothes.

* “You what?”

* Suddenly, he’s lowkey a bit intimidated.

* He tries not to let that show.

* “You... you heard me”

* “And who even are you?”

* He was shocked and embarrassed that someone like you didn’t know who he was.

* (You definitely knew who he was)

* After that first meeting he was beyond intrigued.

* He began to try the most stupid things to get your attention.

* This would include throwing things in your direction.

* Until one day, he hits you with a small pocket book, to which you replied with a swift punch to the stomach.

* Okay but why did that turn him on

* He would take on a nicer approach after that, sending you notes in the shape of things he knew you loved, like your favourite bird or flower.

* You were sure he was just messing with you.

* “What do you even want Malfoy?”

* He plucks up enough courage to finally say it

* “You”

* He loves your confidence and how unafraid you are to be yourself.

* You hit him with the “I’ll think about it” which leaves him stunned.

* Of course you actually wanted him too, you just wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily.

* That’s pretty much how your whole relationship went

* You would try your hardest not to give Draco what he wanted so easily because honestly his little whines and groans when he doesn’t get what he wants are so cute.

* Some people expected your relationship, others didn’t.

* Lucius straight out doesn’t like you. Narcissa on the other hand, often likes to take you shopping or to tea, she loves how happy you make her son.

* Not to mention your similar taste in style.

Harry:

* “I made a friend today” Luna would tell harry.

* “That’s very nice Luna” Harry chalked it up to an imaginary person

* But then you joined them. A very real girl.

* A very beautiful girl.

* He automatically expected you to be rude, based on how you were dressed but as soon as you started conversing with Luna...

* Heart eyes.

* You spoke so kindly and you were so sweet.

* You ask for his name, despite knowing it already because he was probably sick of hearing “you’re Harry Potter!”

* And he knew it.

* That just made his little heart melt.

* You would be whining about potions being difficult when he whips out the:

* “I’m pretty good at potions... I can tutor you if you like”

* Hermione would roll her eyes knowing that he was only good because of the “half blood prince’s” book.

* You spend quite a few evenings in the gryffindor common room studying.

* You finally pass a potions exam, giving Harry a sweet kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a dark lipstick print.

* He honestly loved the mark you left.

* It was something he adored more when you finally start dating.

* Black/Purple/red lipstick stains everywhere.

* People really didn’t expect the chosen one to choose someone so... dark and edgy...

* People would try to convince Harry that maybe you weren’t the one for him.

* He’d get super mad at those comments.

* Fred and George would make constant sex jokes about the two of you.

* “Been tied up lately Harry?”

* “Rough night?”

* He’d look at you pleadingly but you’d just lean back with a big old smirk on your face.

* It was quite amusing to watch him get flustered over the thought of any of that stuff happening

* Remus was the one to tell you that Lily would have absolutely loved you.

* That meant the world to you and Harry.

Ron:

* You meet Ron when he is running down the hallway and smacks straight into you.

* You go into full rage and the poor boy just stands there.

* His lip quivers in fear and your face softens.

* “Sorry I’m just having a shit day and you spilt my sweets” you pout, pointing to the sweets scattered around the concrete floor.

* “I- I’m really sorry...”

* He gets a proper look at you

* And boy does he love what he sees.

* Like, you look so fucking awesome to him.

* “Maybe... I mean... if you want... I have a stash... back at my dorm... if you maybe wanted to come eat”

* He would be delighted to find out there’s a childish side under all those black clothes.

* He asks you out suddenly when you meet him looking good as fuck.

* Not that you normally didn’t look good but you had obviously put more effort into your daily look and he couldn’t help himself.

* When you started dating people were beyond shocked.

* Molly was fairly apprehensive when she first saw you walking with her son

* But then she saw the two of you interact with each other and realised it was perfect.

Hermione:

* you meet in the library.

* Some Slytherins knocked over her pile of books on purpose and you come to her aid.

* She doesn’t look up, too embarrassed to face whoever was helping her.

* When she finally faces her saviour her heart: thump thump thump.

* She’s instantly captivated.

* You notice her flustered movements and red tinted cheeks.

* UwU

* “Would you like something done about them? I have a few pranks up my sleeve” you ask

* “T-They’re not worth it anyways it’s fine”

* She takes the moment to scan you fully, the healed boots, the choker.

* Wow

* She stands abruptly, muttering a thank you before scurrying off.

* Not without a flirtatious comment from you “if you’re really thankful Granger, maybe you can eat lunch with me some time” you’d wink and she’d walk away faster.

* Naturally, Hermione was too nervous to even attempt to get you to eat with her

* So you took matters into your own hands, strolling over casually, sitting yourself down next to her.

* “Hey Granger” you’d smile and rest your head on your hand, admiring her flustered face.

* The others would look at the two of you questionably, unsure as to what’s going on.

* She would love hate how you managed to make her so flustered so easily.

* Your personalities blended so well, you would make sure Hermione doesn’t overwork herself and she would make sure you don’t take too much time off.

* When you both finally start dating Hermione would constantly be staring at you.

* Like I mean to the point you distract her from working.

* “Like what you see Granger?”

* “Oh shut up”

* “Make me”

* Her parents absolutely adore you, being muggle born you fit in very easily with her and her family.

Luna:

* you noticed Neville ask Ginny to the Yule Ball at dinner.

* you focus your attention the cute blonde beside them.

* And then you hear some of the other third year girls making comments and joking about Luna being too weird to be asked to go to the ball.

* Third years were only allowed to go if asked by an upperclassman.

* So you slid into the seat next to her.

* The girls quiet down for a moment and you take your chance to ask her.

* “Wanna be my date to the ball?”

* The other girls make comments on your dark outfit choices.

* “I would love to accompany you... but you don’t have to ask me just because Ginny is going”

* You notice the girls snicker and mention something about you both looking odd and “made for each other”

* Luna would hold your hand to stop you doing anything.

* Because honestly, she loved how different you both were. It just meant you could both be yourselves around each other.

* She wore a beautiful dress. It spilled to the floor around her feet, a gorgeous blue and around her neck, a peacock collar, feathers and all.

* Her hair was swept up into a bun, loose curls falling down around her neck and face

* Time stopped for the both of you.

* Your black dress with the long lace sleeves.

* You both couldn’t look more different yet so made for each other as you walk arm in arm into the hall.

* Xenophilius would be beyond happy when Luna would describe you too him.

* Seeing his daughters face light up was more than enough.

Fred:

* You meet Fred when he loses control of his broom during quidditch practice.

* He flew directly into you, falling on your body.

* “Fuuuuuck” you groan in pain, eyes screwed shut.

* Fred doesn’t even get off you because he’s just awestruck.

* Like how can someone look so edgy yet so cute at the same time?

* He finally snaps out of it and helps you up.

* You vomit.

* He panics.

* And that’s how he ended up staying in the hospital wing with you until curfew.

* You talked about anything and everything.

* “So... the Yule ball is coming up—“ he would start.

* “I have a date”

* “O-Oh yeah sure no I mean—“

* “And he hit me with a broom the first time we met” you wiggle your eyebrows.

* He leans back, trying to be all confident and chill only for the chair to give way.

* “You’re such a dork”

* “Says you. Trying to look all intimidating but you’re a little jelly bean” he would say as he boops your nose.

* “My soul is black okay. I’m like a kidney bean not a jelly bean” you would huff and he would just swoon.

* You both began dating. No one really asked, it just kind of happened.

* The fact that you get along with George is so amazing to him, it was important you did.

* He would watch lovingly as you interact with his brother.

* “What’re you staring at?” You’d try to be intimidating all the time but Fred would just laugh and ruffle your hair.

George:

* the first time he ever meets you was during Umbridge’s reign of terror.

* Him and George are talking to a first year who was hurt by her.

* You come storming round the corner.

* For a second he thought you were going to hit him.

* And then you turn to the kid.

* “Are you okay Vince?! What did she do to you?!”

* The boys don’t know what to say.

* “Is this your brother?” They ask worriedly

* You explain that you were put in charge of the first years of your house

* Umbridge comes out with her “naughty children deserve to be punished.”

* Before George can even open his mouth you’re storming over to Umbridge, your black heeled boots making you tower over her.

* “I’ll show you a fucking punishment” and before you can do anything else George grabs you and pulls you away

* But Man, his heart was pounding.

* You were so caring yet so aggressive at the same time.

* And he loved it.

* “Close your mouth mate you’re catching flies” Fred would joke.

* You tell them you need to get the boy back to your common room and George basically screams that he’ll accompany you.

* Of course you let him.

* He tries to ask you out before you enter your dorms but he fails to build up the confidence.

* So you plant a small kiss on his cheek.

* Heart eyes as he walked back to his own dorms, hand on the cheek you kissed the whole time accompanied by a cheesy, content grin.

Neville:

* he meets you when you join Dumbledores Army.

* Shy boi

* He cannot speak when you start a conversation with him about his patronus.

* “That’s cute” you would comment.

* But when he does open his mouth:

* “Y-Youre cute. WAIT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT”

* You laugh and because of your slightly intimidating appearance he automatically assumes you’re laughing at how stupid he is.

* But you’re actually laughing at how simply adorable he is

* You’re the one to start every conversation because he’s always too nervous to.

* That is, until Seamus slips some truth serum he stole from Snape into his juice at breakfast.

* “Sit back and watch the show”

* Hermione would automatically go nuts when she found out and try to get him out of the hall before you arrive.

* But she was too late.

* “Hi guys!”

* “Y/N, good morning youre looking beautiful as always”

* Your face heats the fuck up. You didn’t expect that to come out of Nevilles mouth.

* “So Neville, how do you feel about Y/N?” The boys would ask.

* And that’s when the truth comes loose.

* He’s still a shy boy in your relationship, but as you both become more comfortable, he begins to act on his own.

* Like, hugging you first, to holding your hand first and so on.

* Everyone is honestly so supportive of Cutie Neville and his edgy girlfriend even though it was unexpected.

* And Nevilles grandmother? She LOVES you. Which melts his heart.

#draco x reader #harry potter x reader #ron weasly x reader #hermione x reader #luna lovegood x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader

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sparrow-flies-south · 4 years ago

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Ten Things Chapter 10

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairings: Anxceit, Royality Intrulogical Summary: Ten Things I Hate About You AU When Roman Prince learns that Patton Foster isn’t allowed to date until his older brother, Virgil, is, Roman is crushed. Roman’s twin brother Remus, however, comes up with a plan: find someone who is willing to date Virgil. And who better to ask than Janus Verona, who according to rumours is willing to do anything for the right price? Taglist (ask to be added): @glitchybina @imlikeaghostzombiejesus @someone-idk-is-here @anxiety-ismy-name @what-aboutno @ellietempest @northlight14

That’s right, I’m back! Been a while, I know, but I really want to push on and finish this! Aiming for fortnightly updates for now.

AO3 Link - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

“I’m doing your makeup,” Patton announced, when Virgil came out of his room.

He’d just finished getting ready for the dance – black suit pants, a purple shirt, and in theory a black suit jacket, though he was currently wearing his hoodie. It was still half an hour before Virgil had to leave to go to the dance – he and Janus had decided to meet at the school - but Virgil hadn’t wanted to end up late.

He didn’t want to end up early either, because then he’d be stuck waiting around for Janus by himself.

“Who says I’m wearing makeup?” Virgil asked.

Patton just rolled his eyes, and walked past him into his room. Virgil sighed and sat down on his bed, while Patton starting browsing through Virgil’s eyeshadow supplies. It was… limited, to say the least. He only ever wore black eyeshadow, but he had another pallet that he’d brought once on a whim, but had never plucked up the courage to use.

So it wasn’t really much of a surprise that Patton turned around holding that pallet.

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked.

“It’ll look good, I promise,” Patton reassured him.

Virgil tilted his head so Patton could get a better look and closed his eyes. The brush – something his father had given him after being horrified to learn Virgil was using those disposable applicators – tickled against his skin.

“Nervous?” Patton asked.

“Who, me? Nervous about something? Never,” Virgil replied.

Patton hummed. “You shouldn’t be. This will be fun!”

“Sure,” Virgil said. He lasted about five seconds before adding, “Unless Janus sees me and regrets everything and decides to break up with me.”

“Virgil.”

“It could happen,” Virgil protested.

“Then Janus is an idiot,” Patton said. “If he decided to take you to the dance, why would he back out now?”

“I know,” Virgil said. “I know that’s not going to happen. I just-” he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Patton asked quietly.

Patton was done with the eyeshadow now, but Virgil still kept his eyes closed. “I like him so much it terrifies me,” Virgil admitted. “I think I might be in love with him.”

“That doesn’t sound very scary,” Patton said.

“It’s scary that I might lose him.”

“You might not,” Patton pointed out. “And even if you do, you’ll still have been happy now. Open your eyes.”

Virgil did so. Patton was holding a mirror up for Virgil to look in. Instead of the usual black smears under his eyes, Patton had used purple glittery eyeshadow.

“Do you like it?” Patton asked.

“I think so,” Virgil said. He tilted his head to get a better look. “What about you? What are you going to wear?”

Patton chewed the inside of his lip. “I, uh, I don’t know yet.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Pat, you’re leaving in like half an hour.”

“I know. I have something, but I’m not sure if I should wear it.”

“I mean, how bad could it be?” When Patton didn’t answer, Virgil added, “Okay, how about this: You go put whatever it is on, and I’ll tell you if wearing it will be social suicide.”

Patton managed a small smile, but he still didn’t look certain. “Right. Thanks, Virgil.”

Patton scurried out of his room, almost running into Remy, who was on his way in.

“So,” Remy said. “You’re going to the dance.”

“Yeah,” Virgil said.

“With Janus.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t like him.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Nobody likes him.”

“You do,” Remy pointed out, and Virgil didn’t say anything because yeah, he really fucking liked Janus.

“You did say I could date who I wanted,” Virgil said, slightly defensive.

“I did,” Remy admitted. “And you’re a smart kid. So long as he’s not a dick to you, I guess I’ll just have to live with it.”

“Right,” Virgil said, and then, because he had no idea what else he was supposed to say in a situation like this, “Thanks.”

Remy looked like he was about to say something else, when Patton appeared in the doorway.

Virgil hadn’t known what to expect from Patton’s outfit – he was fairly certain most guys would be just wearing suits. He figured Patton was probably just feeling self-conscious – even if that was usually Virgil’s thing.

Instead, Patton was wearing a blue, floor-length dress, with a blue pashmina wrap around his arms.

“Wow,” Remy said. “Patton, you look amazing.”

Patton ducked his head. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You- fuck, you’re all grown up.”

Patton grinned, and then turned to Virgil. “Virgil? What do you think?”

And Virgil – Virgil wasn’t sure. The dress looked good on Patton, there was no denying that, but, well, it was still a dress. And while their school was fairly progressive, Virgil knew first hand that it had its fair share of assholes. It was a risk, and every part of Virgil was hardwired for avoiding risks.

Patton noticed Virgil’s hesitation, and the smile slipped off his face. Crap, now Virgil knew he’d messed up.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Virgil hurried to explain. “It’s just – it makes you stand out. And that can get you hurt.”

“It can,” Patton said. “But maybe some risks are worth taking.”

“And some risks aren’t. Sometimes the best thing to do is to play it safe.”

“But not always,” Patton countered. “And I trust the dress.”

“But does the dress deserve that trust, if it’s already hurt you before?”

“That wasn’t the dress’s fault. The dress was just trying to help.”

“Okay,” Remy interrupted. “Virgil, Patton, my sons, the lights of my life, the only things in this world I love more than coffee, I am begging you, please stop pretending you’re talking about formalwear here.”

Virgil grimaced, and looked at Patton.

“Janus could hurt you,” Patton pointed out.

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not you,” Virgil said. “It’s- I’m supposed to keep you safe.”

“But you can’t, not completely. The world doesn’t work like that. There’s always a risk of being hurt, so why shouldn’t I take a risk of being happy first?”

Virgil sighed, and slumped his shoulders. “I still don’t like him. Or trust him. But I guess I can learn to… tolerate him. And I am happy for you.”

Patton smiled. “I’m happy for you, too. Really, I am.”

“Great, glad that’s cleared up,” Remy said. “Now, speaking of staying safe, I know you’re young and have all sorts of feelings, so: whatever you do, make sure you use protection.”

“Oh, God,” Virgil muttered. “I can’t deal with this.”

“Dad!” Patton squeaked. “I’m not planning on doing anything like that.”

Before Remy could answer, there was a knock at the door, saving all three of them.

“That’s Roman!” Patton cried. He ran his hands over his skirt. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll love it, Pat,” Virgil said.

Patton grinned, and hurried to the door. He hesitated a moment, and straightened out his dress. It was fine, Virgil had said it would be fine, and Roman was the only one who’s opinion he cared about, anyway. He took a deep breath, and flung open the door.

Roman’s eyes widened as soon as he saw Patton. He himself was – well, he was wearing a red ball gown, with a white jacket over it.

“Hi,” Patton said, feeling better about his own dress.

But Roman didn’t answer, instead, he just kept staring at Patton.

Patton fidgeted at his skirt nervously. “Is something wrong? If you don’t like it, I can go change-”

“No,” Roman cried, a little too loud. “No, I mean, it’s- wow.” Roman grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. You look amazing, Patton.”

Patton felt his cheeks heat up. “Oh, it’s nothing, I just saw it in the shop and thought ‘hey, that looks really cool’, you know? You look really good too. I mean, you probably look any better than me. Not that’s it a competition or anything, but- I’m going to stop talking now.”

Roman laughed, but it was the fond kind of laugh, like they were both in on the joke. He held out one arm. “Well, Mr Foster, will you accompany me to the dance?”

Patton giggled and took the arm. “Why yes, Mr Prince, I think I will.”

Janus was about half a second away from snapping and leaving.

Students and their dates filtered in around him, crossing the parking lot where he was waiting on their way to the school gym. He saw Roman and Patton go by, both wearing dresses, and Roman shot Janus a smug look that Janus refused to think about.

And here Janus was, waiting for his date to arrive for a dance. At school.

Janus was rather certain that this would end up being a disaster, somehow.

A familiar car pulled up and Janus straightened. Virgil looked uncomfortable as he got out, though as soon as he saw Janus, he froze and stared. Janus went still, wondering what it was Virgil was staring at, if he really looked that terrible. He forced himself to not let it show on his face, to stroll over as if he had no concern in the world.

“Something wrong?” Janus asked, trying to keep his voice light.

Virgil blinked, and seemed to come back into himself. “You, uh, you look really good,” he admitted, and Janus was certain Virgil was blushing under his foundation.

Oh. Janus hadn’t expected that. He’d been told he looked handsome, of course, but not since the accident. He’d considered wearing makeup to cover it up and eventually decided against it. What would the point be, when everyone already knew what he looked like?

“Oh,” Janus said. “Thank you.” Virgil’s eyeshadow was different today, purple instead of the usual black. “You look good, too.”

They’d ended up coordinating by accident, as Virgil’s suit had a purple shirt, while Janus’ had a yellow one. Though while Virgil had left it at that, Janus had gone further, adding a bow tie, a bowler hat and a pair of yellow gloves to the outfit, because if Janus was here, he was going to make sure everyone knew about it.

“Right,” Virgil said, not sounding convinced, though he still smiled at the complement. Janus chalked that up as a win.

“Shall we?” Janus asked, gesturing to the school. Virgil nodded and they both walked inside together.

Inside, the gym was packed with people. Most were dancing, though there were some sat in the chairs dotted around the edge of the room and talking. How they were able to hear themselves over the blaring of the music – some pop song that Janus didn’t care to identify – was a mystery. On the opposite side of the hall to the entrance was a make-shift bar serving mocktails, which already had a cluster of people surrounding it.

Virgil stopped in the entrance, and Janus stopped next to him. He reached out and grabbed Janus’ hand, tight. Janus watched his face, so he’d be able to tell if he needed to drag Virgil somewhere quieter, but after a moment, Virgil nodded and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

They moved further into the gym, so they were out of the way of the entrance.

“Shall we dance?” Janus suggested.

He wasn’t expecting Virgil to agree, not yet. He imagined Virgil would need a while to acclimatise first, like a swimmer getting into a cold pool. But Virgil surprised him by straightening his shoulders and nodding.

It was Virgil that led the way onto the dance floor. And Janus was struck by the horrifying realisation that he didn’t know how to dance.

He’d learned to dance as a kid, back when his parents still liked to trot him out at parties, but that had been formal dances. He barely ever went to house parties, and when he did, he’d never danced at them. So far, he’d managed to avoid the issue with Virgil.

“You okay?” Virgil asked – or rather, Janus guessed that Virgil was asking that by his lips, he couldn’t actually hear him over the music.

“I can’t dance,” Janus admitted, having to shout embarrassingly loud to be heard.

Virgil’s eyes widened and he smiled, though it wasn’t mocking. He took Janus’ hands and began to move.

“Just- do what feels right,” Virgil said.

That didn’t sound right, compared to all the rules from childhood, but he followed Virgil’s lead. It felt awkward at first, but as the songs changed, he began to get into it. As it turned out, his parent’s lessons had actually left him with a good sense of rhythm.

Virgil laughed as Janus spun him, and then the music changed, from the poppy nonsense to a slower song. This was closer to what Janus was used to, and he took advantage of that whole-heartedly, pulling Virgil closer to him and beginning to slow dance.

That close to each other, and with Virgil staring into his eyes, Janus couldn’t stop himself from leaning forwards and kissing him. Virgil returned the kiss, but as soon as they were done, he pulled away, and led Janus to the side of the room.

“Are you okay?” Janus asked.

“Fine,” Virgil said. “I just need a minute.”

Janus nodded, and scanned the room for a quite spot. He found one, and led Virgil over to it.

“Do you need anything?” Janus asked.

Virgil shrugged, and then said, “Maybe a drink?”

Janus nodded. “Wait here,” he said, and crossed the room to the bar, which was currently crowded. A well timed glare was enough to drive a few people away, but still more didn’t seem to notice him.

Back by the wall, Virgil watched Janus, then looked around the room. He spotted Patton, dancing with Roman. They looked lost in each other, but somehow, Patton noticed him and waved. Virgil smiled and gave a two fingered salute back. Roman followed Patton’s gaze and looked over. His face seemed to freeze when he saw Virgil, and Virgil had to fight not to laugh at it.

Roman did manage an awkward nod, though, and Virgil returned it, and then Patton pulled Roman’s attention away and said something to him, and they were lost in the crowd of dancers again.

He didn’t notice Luc until Luc was right beside him. Virgil scowled.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I need to talk to you,” Luc said.

“Cool,” Virgil said flatly, and he started walking away. Luc grabbed Virgil’s arm. Virgil glared at him. “Let go of me.”

Luc sneered. “You think you’re such hot shit with your boyfriend, don’t you?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I’m not the one who spends all my time mad about something that happened years ago.”

Luc’s face darkened. “You really think you’re better than me,” he said. “You don’t even know how pathetic you are. It really was only Janus Verona who was willing to date you.”

Virgil tensed. “Whatever you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he said.

“What do you think Roman did to convince him?” Luc asked. “I’d guess money, but Roman didn’t even seem to think you were worth that.”

“What are you talking about?” Virgil asked.

Luc laughed. “You think Janus just happened to fall head over heels with you? Roman was running around the whole school looking for someone he could convince to date you. Something about wanting to date your brother.”

Virgil went cold. New rule, his father had said, weeks ago. Patton can date when Virgil does.

Luc was full of shit, but there were only a handful of people who knew about that rule. Virgil and Patton, of course, and Logan was also a given, but he wouldn’t have said anything to Luc. Roman would probably know, too. And it was the Monday after that Janus had first spoken to him, had first taken an interest.

He’d later said he’d been impressed by what Virgil had said in English, but the first time they’d spoken had been before that English class. And now that he thought about it, Virgil realised that Janus had never explained it. He hadn’t explained a lot of things, for that matter.

“Is there a problem?” Janus’ smooth voice cut in, and Virgil flinched. Janus had returned, carrying two cups, and he was glaring at Luc.

“Probably,” Luc said, before turning and disappearing. Virgil barely noticed him go. Something very loud was thundering in his ears.

“Hey,” Janus said. “What’s wrong? What did he say?”

“Why did you ask me out?” Virgil asked.

“What?”

“You never spoke to me. I don’t think you even noticed me, and then suddenly you asked me out. Why?”

Janus’ face shuttered. “What did Luc say?” he asked, and well, that just about proved everything, didn’t it?

“No ulterior motive, huh?” Virgil said flatly, and he started walking away.

He couldn’t be here, couldn’t be with Janus, couldn’t be in this hall. He needed to get out, get away, to somewhere this all made sense.

“Virgil, wait,” Janus said, following. Virgil pushed his way out of the doors of the gym, into the now empty corridor outside. A few seconds later, Janus followed.

“Tell me he was wrong about the money,” Virgil said, because if so then maybe-

But Janus froze, and for a liar he was very bad at hiding his facial expressions.

“Oh,” Virgil said.

“Virgil-” Janus tried.

Virgil laughed shakily. “I knew something was up. What was it, half up front, and half when I slept with you?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Janus said. “I didn’t care about the money, I only cared about you.”

And Virgil really, really wanted to believe that, to believe that everything could be okay. But Virgil couldn’t trust Janus, not now. He shook his head and stepped away from him.

“Virgil, please.”

“Don’t,” Virgil snarled. “Just- get the fuck out of my life, okay?”

He turned and stormed away before Janus could say anything else, before Janus could keep lying, the way he had been lying the whole time they’d known each other.

Virgil should have known.

Should have known better than to trust someone like Janus. Should have known better than to think anyone would be interested in him.

This time, he managed to make it all the way out of the school before someone else called his name.

“Virgil!” Patton.

Virgil kept walking, not in the mood to see anyone, but apparently that wasn’t enough to stop Patton. He caught up to Virgil and grabbed his arm. Virgil pulled his arm away, but stopped walking.

“What happened?” Patton asked, concern etched onto his face. “You seemed so happy, and then you were storming away.” Virgil didn’t respond, so Patton kept trying. “I saw Janus. He seemed upset. Did- did you get into a fight?”

A fight was one way to put it. God, he’d been so stupid.

And if Janus and Roman had been conspiring together, who else had?

Luc had said that Roman was the one responsible, but the whole thing had helped Patton, too. And Patton had seemed so upset when Remy had told them they weren’t able to date.

Patton had been the one to ask Virgil to go to the party, because he’d been able to see Roman there. And then Virgil and Janus had spent the whole time together.

“Did you know?” Virgil asked, horror growing within him.

“Know what?”

“About Janus. About Roman, and what they-“ Virgil shook his head. “Were you- were you laughing behind my back this whole time?”

“Virgil, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look, why don’t you come inside, okay? You can tell me what happened.”

Virgil shook his head. “Stop,” he snapped. “Just- leave me alone, okay? This is all your fault.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Patton alone. Tears were pricking at his eyes, but he couldn’t let himself cry, not yet. He made it to his car, and it was as if something else was controlling him as he got in, started the car, and began to drive home.

He glanced back in the rear-view mirror before leaving the parking lot, just in case someone was still out there, trying to talk to him.

But no one was, and so Virgil drove into the night alone.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #tss virgil #virgil sanders #tss janus #janus sanders #tss patton #patton sanders #tss roman #roman sanders #royality #anxceit #My fic #ten things

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junosartsthetic · 4 years ago

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Mista Headcanons

Did somebody say appx. nine pages of Mista Headcanons written at appx. 1 am? No? Well too bad, because that’s what I have to offer. These have not been read over so good luck deciphering some of them.

He do be hairy doe

U know he’s got out of control curly hair that he doesn’t know what to do with

And I ain’t just talkin abt his head hair

Dis mans

Doesn’t understand how hygiene works

I lov him

But he smell

And the fact that he’s got a lot of hair doesn’t help that

But have no fear!

Just,,,, give him bath or shower.

He will be fresH and make sure to shampoo and condition haiR!

Also get him some curl cream and blow dry that shit.

It’ll be stunNing!

And it’ll smell like vanilla or some shittttttt and it’ll be niceeeee

N u can run your hands through it and play with the curls n u know if u scratch behind his ear his gets all happy like a doggo

He’s a good boi!

He just needs someone to show him some love! And teach him how to properly take care of himself!

Also teach him how to properly shave because u know ya boi doesn’t know how to do that properly

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

But it’s okey!

He learns!

Eventually….

After a lot of trial and error…

also u know with all that hair and sweat he’s got some acne

The poor boy doesn’t know what to do but you go out and buy him some skin care products and make sure he knows how to properly apply it!

Monthly spa time!

Give him a mani pedi and a nice deep condition and a face mask and put some cucumbers on his eyes!!!

He deserves it!!!

Also take away some of that greasy food he likes to eat

It’s not good for him

🥺 sorry mista but it’s for your health

But u can make up for it by giving him some smooches!

Tell him he’s a pretty boi!

Because he is!!!

He’s just a poor 18 year old that never learned how to take care of himself!

but u kiss his lil acne scars n u tell him he’s handsome n u play with his hair n give him the love he deserves!!!!

H-he babey. That all.

N when u two finally ya know,,, get it on u make sure to let him know that u don’t care if he hairy everywhere!

U lov him!

It DONT matter!!!

U think he is stunning!

N of course let him know all the little scars he’s got from bein in the mafia DONT matter either!!!!

U kiss them!!!

And make them all okay!!!

Because it is okay!

Also idk if I mentioned this but u get him that nice old spice deodorant and it smells so good!!!

And it works so well!!!

So he’s no longer stinky!!!!

He’s fresh looking and smelling!!!

🥺🥺🥺

Also u help him pick out some clothes that let his skin and hair breathe so he doesn’t break out often and his hair stays nice n he’s hesitant because he’s worn the same clothes for sooo long but u convince him it’s for the best

N when he does he’s so happy!

He loves them!

What do they look like?

Idfk

Gimme a sec

U get him a blue jean jacket that’s a button up in case he wants to have long sleeves

U find him a breathable shirt with the same pattern as his crop top sweater

U get him some shorts that make him look fashionable but also he can run n stuff in them

U get him some cool sneakers

U buy him a hat that’s loose and he can put his hair down or through the back of it in a lil pony tail n it’s nice

He looks so much better!!!

N u even bought him a holster!!!

It’s good.

n his stands like to chill in the pocket of the jean jacket or the shirt pocket n they’re happy too!

also in ur boobs but that’s not the point of this fic

anyway, he’s good!

And now that he’s all clean you cuddle with him more often n he loves it!

he likes to rest his head on your chest and close his eyes

U pet his hair

His stands also like to vibe inside whatever shirt or top you’re wearing n u honestly don’t mind

They just chill n rest their arms on the collar and wave at mista

Also they catch any food crumbs you drop so it’s amazing

it’s a win-win

But also awkward for Mista because he can feel anything his stands feel so the entire time he’s got a red face

Also the days you don’t wanna shave or even if u quit shaving all together, mista doesn’t give a fuck!

he’s like,,, have you seen me? Grow that leg hair out, grow out any other hair you want.

N ur like,,,, u sure?

N he’s like you put up with my hair so damn right imma love yours

So then you just vibe tbh

He makes you so confident in yourself because you did the same to him

Power couple!!!

Y’all both realize your strengths and appreciate the other for what they’ve done

It’s a good wholesome relationship 🥺🥺🥺

Oh he’s also probably self conscious about his eyebrows cause they r bushy n when he furrows them it looks like he has a unibrow

N ur like, I can teach u to pluck ur eyebrows but also I love your bushy eyebrows?

Dem caterpillars on your face?

Stunning

You kiss his forehead right between his eyebrows n tell him you love every bit of him

He just 🥺🥺🥺

anything he ever mentions

Nose?

U smooch it.

It’s amazing.

His tummy?

Best pillow ever.

You give him a smooch on his tummy.

Literally anything— you make sure he knows that you love it because it’s a part of him and you love him!!!!

He’s also admitted that he wears his hat to hide his ears

He’s got big ol’ ears and he’s self conscious about them

you give him a smooch on each ear

“What? Babe, you’re the only person I’ve been with that actually listens to me! Those ears are a plus!”

Soft boi need lov

He was probably bullied when he was younger for how he looked and acted and so put up walls to ignore it

He likes to pretend nothing can get to him but he’s honestly really soft

He needs someone to confide in because he’s full of so many self doubts but he’s so good and doesn’t deserve to be!!!

he also likes being the little spoon sometimes

It’s nice to be held

He’s not used to affection and craves it

Give him all the snuggles

He deserves it more than life!!!!

He acts carefree and likes to live life peacefully but he probably has some sort of undiagnosed disorder like anxiety or ADHD that makes him hyper aware of bad things that could happen

When he was younger, he was less worrisome and such, but ever since joining the mafia he’s gotten more anxious

Who wouldn’t?

It’s the mafia!

He’s shown not to overthink things but I think he’s just telling himself that

A million scenarios are probably flying through his head

He’s a quick thinker!

That’s why people think he’s not too bright, because he chooses the direct route and chooses it fast

I think he’s aware of what he’s doing down to a T however.

He learns to drop his facade and actively talks with people without feeling anxious about it

he can now read and listen to music without horrible scenarios running through his head

Now, when he looks calm, he actually is

He obviously had a rather traumatic childhood whether he wants to admit it or not

When he says he wants a peaceful life he really just wants a break from his thoughts telling him that he’ll never get what he wants and that he’s not worth it

When he did things when he was younger and sort of just went wherever he wanted he thought that would help him get rid of these feelings

It didn’t

U help him to see that any life can be good if you make it so

He cracks jokes and makes others laugh and he likes to feel like he belongs

He sometimes regrets impulsively speaking all the time however, as he fears people find him annoying

He also gets really upset and angry easily

He learns to relax more though

You help him with this, of course, with all of your compliments and such

Also, this has been mentioned before, but cuddles!

Y’all love them

So nice

On the couch? Cuddles

On the bed? Cuddles

You love to be able to access his hair to mess with it and he loves to lay against your chest because free pillows

Usually he’s halfway on top of you, head against your chest as he tells u about his day

You’ll pet his head and play with his hair as he does so

He’ll have his arms around your waist and cling to you like a koala

When you want your hair messed with or just get suffocated from fluffy boi laying on you y’all will switch places

You’ll put a pillow on his chest tho

His stands will also mess with your hair

And probably walk on your back to attempt a back massage

But they’re too light so it doesn’t do much

You appreciate it anyway

#whoever actually reads through all of these- i salute you #jjba #jjba headcanons #shitposting #headcanons #mista headcanons #mista #guido mista #mista x reader #guido mista x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos #jojo #jjba part 5 #fluff #fluffy #chaotic

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angelguk · 5 years ago

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→ heartfelt — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jeongguk

word count: 6.4k

genre: angst idk maybe + slow (slow!) burn + best friends! to we could be lovers but we’re both to nervous to ask each other out

warnings: mentions of cheating / that’s it lol / jk is soft for oc and vice versa honestly / a lot of mutual pinning / mentions of virgin!jk

soundtrack: against the tide, will fox

Summer is gone. It's evident by the crisp breeze that sweeps through the air, idly plucking at the copper leaves dangling precariously from the branches that long to be free of them. Your hands are cold, even though they're are snugly buried in the pockets of your jacket - which is too flimsy for the current weather raging through your town. You'd misjudged how cold it was becoming, mind still clinging onto the warm reminiscences of summer. There was still a slither of golden sunlight splaying onto the ground, but the chill that filled the atmosphere negated the minuscule effects of the sun. You brave through it regardless, ignoring the goosebumps settling across your skin with every fierce gush of wind that travels through the air. But it's easy to ignore it, a slight spring in your steps as you trudge through the sodden ground, feet steering you down the familiar hill. The soil slips under your feet, but you already know which areas to avoid. Your steps are sure as you descend, heart thumping hard in your chest. You rather not focus your attention on that so you train your eyes onto the ground. One comfort is that you know you don't have to look for him. He's already waiting, back turned to your loud footsteps. The lake spans out before him, cold and murky but you're not afraid of it. The stillness is actually serene, the immobile water before you calming the rush of blood in your head.

You give it a moment, each step you take towards him another deep inhale of autumn air. Then, fondly, you knee the back of his leg.

"Oh fuck off!" He's turning swiftly, hand raised to punch your shoulder. You take it was soft laugh tumbling from your mouth, lips turned upwards in a smile. It echoes on his face a second later, petal pink lips spreading into a grin that makes your heart jump sharply.

"Hello to you too," You murmur, slinging your arm around his neck. You have to stretch out to reach him, he's been taller than you since freshman year. Jeongguk leans down in response, giving you the chance to ruffle his soft brown curls without protest. "You called me out here and you don't even acknowledge my presence. That's not very cash money of you."

Your laugh turns into a loud huff when he elbows your rib roughly. "Shut up. Let me hug you."

And you do, nuzzling your face into his wide chest as he wraps his firm arms around your waist. It's nice, to feel Jeongguk surround you, a sure presence that you know you're going to miss. But you don't want to focus on that right now, mind instead zeroing on how his body feels pressed flush against your own. There's taut muscle flexing underneath your fingertips, hiding beneath the billowy fabric of his sweater. He feels different. Very different from how you first meet him. The once scrawny kid that crushed your play-dough castle by mistake when you where nursery school and cried while helping you rebuild it because he felt guilty about it, is now bulky and tall. The memory coaxes a tiny giggle from your lips, one that Jeongguk catches on to despite your face being buried into his sweater.

"What are you laughing at?" He murmurs, giving your frame a tight loving squeeze. You lean into it, the press of his palm against the low of your back sending a strange tingle through your system.

"Nothing," You respond, tilting your head to get a glimpse of his face. He looks different too, his round baby gradually transforming into a bold jawline and pretty brown eyes throughout your time together. The change had resulted in half your school developing a crush on him, which you understand. Jeongguk is cute. Very cute. It's hard to deny, even though he's your best friend.

Maybe he can hear what you're thinking because he stares back, gaze holding an intention you can't decipher but it makes blood rush to your face. "You're not just thinking about nothing," He whispers, voice carried by the autumn breeze.

You hum, knowing his caught onto your lie but hasn't found what's truly ruminating in your head. "Just thinking about how much you've changed. And how much I'll miss you." Which is true, you will miss him immensely. He squeezes you hard at that revelation, tight like he's afraid you'll vanish from his hold right now.

"Of course I've changed," He retorts, tone light but you can sense something wavering beneath it. "So have you. And I'll miss you too. You and your stinky socks living in the back of my car."

You give him a sharp look, face warm from the way he laughs gently. "Please," You say, "How many times have I found your boxers in my car? Or your dirty shoes? Remember the time I found a condo-”

"Hey! We said we wouldn't discuss that. And," He continues loudly, gaze noting your open mouth. "It wasn't used. It probably fell out of my pocket.”

"Why would you even need one? It's not like you were sleeping with anyone," You say, an eyebrow quirked. Jeongguk flushes at that, cheeks a pretty rouge that you fondly poke at.

"Taehyung gave it to me," He says, arms still snug around your waist, the gentle lapping of water drifting through the air. "Just in case, you know."

"In case of what? You don't talk to girls." Maybe that's harsh to say but it's the truth. Jeongguk does not talk to girls.

"I do," He pouts. "I just don't want to lose my virginity to just anyone you know. I want it to be special." There's a faraway look in his eyes that makes your stomach to a funny thing. You poke his cheek again, forcing him to glance down. "I don't know how that's going to work out for you in college my dude."

He grins, cocking his head. "It'll work out, don't worry. I'll find someone."

For some reason the last comment makes you feel strange, skin prickling at the mere idea of Jeongguk with someone. He'd never dated anyone. Ever. No matter how many pretty girls threw themselves at him, the star quarterback with good grades and a sheepish grin, he'd never fallen into anything serious. He'd fooled around, of course, you'd heard the stories, seen some of them occur in the corner of some party. But as far as you know Jeongguk had never gone that far. He'd never really explained his reasoning, but the fact that he was now leaving you, moving far away into a world unknown, the thought kept reappearing in your head. You wonder who he'll choose, who he'll trust enough to do that with. It makes your heartache with an unfamiliar pain, which it shouldn't at all. Jeongguk is your best friend, not your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the cinema right now. And you know he wouldn't be happy to know that this is what you're thinking as you bid your closet friend goodbye. But you can't help it, not when Jeongguk pulls you closer to him like he wants to print your body against his forever.

"I hope you do," You murmur. You don't expect his body to still when you say that but it does. "I mean," You try again, "Not like that. I just hope you find someone who really loves you, you know. You deserve that." For some reason, the words feel clunky coming out of your mouth.

Jeongguk is staring at you hard, eyebrows furrowed together with an emotion you can't pinpoint, but the look itself makes your heart swiftly sink to your gut. "Do you love me?" It's an odd question, the words tumbling over themselves as they rush out his mouth. You naturally blanch, mouth agape as your search for the right answer because Jeongguk is still looking at you, brown eyes glittering in the soft sunlight that basks over his face.

"O-of course I do," You splutter. "You're my best-friend why wouldn't I love you?" He hums, eyes fluttering shut like he longs to snatch that sudden question back into his mouth. "Never mind," He mutters. "Stupid question. I love you too."

"It's not a stupid question," You insist but Jeongguk is squeezing you again, a silent plea not to prod. You clamp your mouth shut reluctantly.

"It is," He laughs. "I know you love me - as friends of course. Are you going to see Changwoo today?"

You raise an eyebrow, perplexed by his sudden curiosity. "Yeah, we have a date this afternoon."

"That's nice. You look good together." There's a coldness in his tone that you read easily. But you don't comment on it, too afraid to prod at him too closely. You don't want your farewell to end in a childish fight.

"Thank you," You say instead, careful with your tone. "Let's not talk about him though. I'm gonna miss you, you that right. Why'd you have a pick a school so far away?"

He sighs. "I'll miss you too." Then his gaze falters, head turned towards the quiet lake beside your joint bodies. There's a lump in his throat that you hear when he speaks. "I just thought...I just thought it would be nice to getaway. Go to a place where no one knows me. No expectations hanging over my head. A clean slate, you know. So I can explore who I am. I don't have to fit into what others think of me anymore."

You pause, flummoxed by the sudden confession. You had meant to joke about the distance of his university but instead, you'd stumbled into this. It makes your breath stick inside your chest, brain trying to process the torrent of words Jeongguk had just dumped into the air. You hadn't even known he was carrying all of this on him. He hadn't seemed down during senior year or graduation for that matter. You still, with clarity, remember his bright smile on that day. And the ringing sound of his laughter that floated through the air constantly, his happiness tangible at that moment. But maybe he was celebrating finally being free, from everyone's projections on his being, and not necessarily being free from the prison of the education system. It makes your heart sink your stomach, at the mere thought of Jeongguk feeling like he could be him, around the people who cared about him most. And you feel even worse for not picking up on that earlier.

"Really?" You quietly comment. "You hadn't said any of that before. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you'd worry," Jeongguk reasons, a small laugh drifting from his lips. He licks them, pink tongue poking out innocently, like his regretting saying anything in the first place.

"Of course I'd worry, that's my job. I'm your friend Jeongguk. I'm meant to worry about you." It comes out with more vehemence than you thought it would, but you mean it. Every word. What were friends for if they didn't care about each other? And you care about Jeongguk. Very much.

He must sense that in your words because he's suddenly looking at you, gaze sharp like he's trying to navigate through a precarious situation in his head. It's blatantly clear to you though, reading like black and white. But Jeongguk looks like he's lost in the grey, searching for a way out that won't dismantle what you have. You see it in the way he hangs his head, nose bumping against yours. Your heart hurts from how hard to slams into your ribs.

"I know. But you worry too much sometimes." He says it gingerly, as if he's attempting to walk across ice that looks frozen but isn't. "It's something I had to deal with on my own. I hope you understand that. Don't take it to heart." "You know I will," You murmur, the pain in your chest making your grip the front of his sweater desperately. "You should have told me."

"I know," He hums. "I know, I'm sorry. Forgot it. It's resolved now. I wanted to have a nice goodbye with you. Not this."

You bite back the words you long to say because that's what you wanted too. You won't see Jeongguk until next year. He'd decided beforehand to spend Christmas at his grandparents, who lived (inconveniently) across the country. And he wasn't keen on coming back for spring break either. So this was your last official meeting before he departed for the airport tomorrow morning. You didn't want to leave on bad terms, you wanted him to go knowing that'd you'd always be here for him. Still his best-friend even with the distance between the two of you.

That's what keeps your mouth shut. Instead of prodding further, you let it rest, rocking hard into Jeongguk.

"Fine. We need to talk about it someday, though."

He makes a small noise of acknowledgement, deep in the back of his throat. There's a hand running down your back. "I know. Someday. God, I'm going to miss you."

The pain in your heart spreads violently through your body, fingers clinging desperately onto his sweater. "I'm going to miss you too."

You remind yourself of summer. This past summer, where you practically lived in Jeongguk's pocket and the coming one, where'll you see him again. That's what quells the ache you feel. The reminder that you'll see him again.

—

Your eyes hurt. But you still keep them open, staring at the bright computer screen before you. You need to conjure up another four hundred words for this essay to be complete but for the life of you can you can't think of any. There's a hollowness inside of you, body and mind drained from the demands of your education. Your head is completely and utterly empty, fingers already itching to scroll mindlessly through your twitter feed. Maybe you will stumble on something funny that'll force your brain to produce an inkling of serotonin. You could really do with some serotonin right now.

Fortunately for you, the device emits a loud ping as your reach for it. You hurriedly toss your laptop aside, into the jumble of blankets you're currently huddled in. It's too warm for them but you don't care. There's a comfort in being wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. One you desperately need because there's no one around right now who'll stomach your constant whining and need for touch. Jeongguk would have - if he was here. But he wasn't. Something you're still not quite used to. The blankets keep your warm thought, a gentle heat that travels through your body. Even with the sun still raging outside, the onset of summer irrefutable, you don't shrug them off. But when your eyes land on the contact name flashing before your screen, you freeze. Despite the stifling heat filtering into your room, your blood runs cold. It takes you a moment to regain your breath before you muster the courage to tap the message open.

You don't know why you're nervous though. He's not a stranger. You don't talk as much as you would like to, the presence of distance weakening your bond. But that bond was still unbreakable. He was your best-friend after all. And yet, your palms still warm when you tentatively press on his contact name.

gukkie (04:23 pm)

hey

are you busy?

sorry for going mia

university is hard

You roll your eyes because he's acting like you're not in university too. But for once, you brush it aside, ignoring the essay hanging over your head, fingers swiftly typing out a response.

you (04:24pm)

hello 2 u 2 stranger

im good thank u for asking

and yes uni is hard jk i would know im a student too

gukkie (04:29 pm)

fuck sorry

i hope im not interrupting ur work

i just wanted to talk

i miss u

The text makes you pause, fingers stagnant above your keyboard. You chew your bottom lip as you respond, the strange apprehension you're harbouring overtaking your system.

you (04:31 pm)

i miss you too

how are you?

u doing okay?

don't worry i didn't want to do this work anyway :)

gukkie (04:33 pm)

uhhh i wouldn't say im doing great

but im alive

if that counts for something good

i don't know anymore it's kinda hard out here

You're blinking hard as you type, the sudden meekness in his tone makes your heart seize in your chest.

you (04:36 pm)

what's wrong?

talk to me please

are your class that hard?

gukkie (04:38 pm)

yes :(

i hate it here

i miss u

it's just really stressful

i don't mind the people

i've made good friends

it's just

THE WORK

IT'S SO MUCH

:(((((

you (04:41 pm)

u wanna drop out?

sorry im not being helpful i don't know what to say

prioritise? start a bullet journal?

i suck at stress management too u know that

but feel free to rant

gukkie (04:43 pm)

drop out and what? start an onlyfans?

you (04:44 pm)

im not saying that's an option but like.. that is an option

u would be very popular

hot bod big dick

i can see the dollar signs already

gukkie (04:47 pm)

how do YOU know my dick isn't average sized? huh?

where r they small penises rights

big dick this big dick that

it's not the size of the boat that matters. it's the motion of the ocean!!

SMALL PENIS RIGHTS I DEMAND IT

also

the work isn't bad it's just like, a lot. i can handle it im just really fucking tired

you (04:50 pm)

damn okay mr skinny penis

regardless!! don't forget to take care of yourself!

drink water! sleep! masturbate!! and eat u dumb bastard i know u forget to eat

gukkie (04:53 pm)

ASKLGJRK I HATE U

leave us skinny penis men alone

damn u r right i did forget to eat today

u know me so well

did i already say i miss u

i miss u

There's a warmth spreading through you that melts away the apprehension you were previously feeling.

you (04:58 pm)

i know u said it like ten times dumbass

when are u coming? wanna see ur ugly face

gukkie (05:02 pm) oh

i was texting u to tell u i wasn't coming home for summer

i've got a trip planned with my friends

maybe i'll stop by towards the end of summer

i probably will

but i might also go to my grandparents...moms staying there for summer and she offered to bring anything i needed

sorry

i wanted to see your face too

but i'll be home for christmas this year!!

i promise

The warmth immediately ebbs away, your hands suddenly clammy as you stare at the screen. It's been months since you'd seen Jeongguk. You hadn't hugged him, touched him, elbowed his ribs since last year. And while you're happy that he's settling into his new crowd easily, it still hurts. You feel like you're standing on the edge of his life, gradually being pushed out of view as shinier things replace your relationship. And you don't want to lose Jeongguk. You've lost enough this year already. Yet you tack a smile onto your face, like he's here in the room with you, observing your false expression. Your fingertips flash across the keyboard sure in their movements, even though you know everything you're saying is a lie.

you (05:10 pm)

that's fine!

i'll see u at christmas then

i have something to tell u btw

gukkie (05:12 pm)

i have something to tell you to

u go first

you (05:13 pm)

no u go first

gukkie (05:15 pm)

okay fine

guess who's not a virgin anymore

Oh. That's not what you expected to read. At all.

you (05:18 pm)

what poor girl fell for your trap

You're vehemently ignoring the ache gripping your heart.

gukkie (05:19 pm)

haha so funny

her name is miyeon

she's really sweet

Oh. That makes it worse. You don't know why but that makes it so much worse.

you (05:22 pm)

that's nice

i bet she said ur dick was small

gukkie (05:24 pm)

quite the contrary, my dear watson

she came back for seconds

and thirds

and im seeing her tomorrow

You really want to hit something. It would be very nice to smash your fist into something right now.

you (05:26 pm)

okay okay mr massive schlong

are you dating her?

gukkie (05:27 pm)

no lol

it's just a casual thing

you (05:30 pm)

do u like her tho?

gukkie (05:31 pm)

maybe? idk

it's weird

she's nice and pretty

and really fucking smart

but i don't really feel anything towards her

if u get what i mean

Your heartbeat finally calms down for a second, but the pain is still there, it's fingers digging into your heart tightly with no intention of letting go.

you (05:32 pm)

i do

use protection please

i don't want little demonic yous running around

gukkie (05:32 pm)

awww u know i would make a great dad

what did u want to tell me?

you (05:34 pm)

u? would make a good dad? that's funny tell me another joke

i kinda have to go now

i can tell u later

gukkie (05:35 pm)

don't leave meee :(

and don't lie to yourself i would make an awesome dad

why can't you tell me now?

but okay if you've got something to do go

i kinda need to run to a study group anyway

you (05:37 pm)

that's a lie and u know it

go run to your study group!! and remember to eat something 2 i'll call u later

gukkie (05:40 pm)

i will i promise

bye!!

CALL ME LATER

you (05:41 pm)

i'll call u :)

There's a harsh ping that indicates Jeongguk has sent you one more message, but you've already tossed your phone across the room, not even bothering to glance at it when it thuds loudly on the edge of your bed. You roll over, cocooning yourself in the blankets that smother you in their heat. It helps, a mild distraction from the bizarre pain that grips your soul with no remorse. There's an ache with every hard thump of your heart against your ribcage, eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to work through the foreign emotion that threatens to swallow you. It takes a while for you to find it, that place in your heart that isn't consumed by the overwhelming disappointment that consumes everything in its wake. You should be happy for Jeongguk. You know you should. He's out there, moving forward in life, meeting people that are important to him. And yet, that little tidbit about Miyeon makes something in your crumble. You can’t help but ball your fists up, involuntary folding in on yourself. Sometimes Jeongguk feels so far, for someone that whole so close to your heart. But it’s worse now that you know he’s found someone who he trusts like that. You never expected it. Well, you did, but you’d just refused to acknowledge that one-day Jeongguk would move on. He’d already moved out of the town you knew like the back of your palm, and now he’s drifting further and further away. In reach of your fingertips but too far away for you to grasp onto him and draw him back.

It would hurt a little less if your heart still wasn’t shattered from Changwoo. You can’t even bring yourself to Jeongguk about it. All the lies and false pretences that you blindly believed. Some part of you had loved Changwoo, but it was clear when you found him with his mouth on another girl that he never loved you. And after all of that, he had the audacity to accuse you of lying to him during your relationship. You remember it with a clarity that burns, the way he’d stood at your door, hands folded on his chest and that pretty mouth you once loved to kiss twisted into a scowl.

“Jeongguk. You love him. You’ve never loved me. It was always him. Always.” He’d spat it out with such vehemence, aiming right for your heart with his heated glare. It hurts even now. But what’s worse was the spluttered. At a loss for words because your boyfriend was jealous about your friendship with your best-friend. Yet he’d taken that as confirmation of his assumptions and nothing you could do could rectify that in is mind. It was always Jeongguk. Always. No matter how you phrased your words and tried to redirect the situation to his blatant cheating. He found a way to blame you. Blame your closeness to Jeongguk. Blame your love for your best-friend.

Maybe that’s why you had pushed him away. But it’s not like Jeongguk had noticed. You’d seen enough of his Snaps and Instagram stories to know how fast-paced and wild his life was. Too busy learning who he was to care about your silence.

You curled up in a ball now, face hot with the promise of tears. You blink them away before they can spill down your cheek, heart sore from the loneliness that consumes you. The blankets hold you as you mull over everything; the conversation you’d just had with Jeongguk, the screaming match you’d had with Changwoo, the questions that you ask yourself deep into the night when sleep has insisted on passing you by. It’s not something you can admit to - because then Changwoo would be right. And yet, you can’t help but turn that thought over and over again in your head. Jeongguk was too far from you now, but that doesn’t stop your heart from clinging onto the fond memories you have of them. He was your best-friend for a reason. There were days in high school when his obnoxious laugh and ridiculous jokes got you through the mountain of assignments that constantly weighed you down. You can’t forget the way his body feels pressed against yours, a sure hold, it’s intent comfort. Nothing had ever felt like that. Not even Changwoo’s hugs. You treasure those moments so much, to an extent that’s unhealthy sometimes if you're honest with yourself. But there’s also a small tiny part of you that quietly wishes those moments were more. More what? You’re not sure. Or you refuse to acknowledge what you mean by ‘more’. It’s there though, that slither of your heart that always wanted more.

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gukkie (03:21 am)

heyyy

hi :)))

y/n

missss u

imissssuuuuu

so mcuh

gukkie (03:23 am)

wneh i cum back we need 2 talk

hae soething 2 teel u

i have

fuck

whatber

i really ned 2 talk 2 u

thts it

okai now i go

mmmmis u!!!

we tajl soon!

gukkie (10:43 am)

omg im so sorry

ignore those messages

i was really fucking drunk

summer has been interesting…

I DO MISS U THO

so much dude

can’t wait to you at christmas!!

you (01:12 pm)

lol okay

can’t wait to see u then 2

tell me what day you’re coming!

wanna surprise you

gukkie (01:37 pm)

how is it a surprise if you tell me you want to surprise me?

you (01:46 pm)

just tell me which date u dingus

gukkie (02:14 pm)

nope :) it’s a surprise

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You don't hear the first thud, probably because your ears are filled with the melodious hum of piano keys skipping over a lofi beat. There's the familiar image of the anime girl studying on your laptop screen as you switch between documents, fingertips hitting the keyboard of your laptop swiftly. This essay is due in five hours and you'd only just started it, after wasting the whole morning laughing at memes on Twitter and taking naps in between the intervals of your boredom. Sunlight had already begun to wane when you'd finally parked your butt on your bed, somewhat motivated to power through this essay. What was left of the sun was still able to spear through the cloudy sky and constant snowfall, albeit in thin pathetic slithers. You blame the weather for making you sluggish and not your poor work ethic. Even though it's really just your poor work ethic. It's only after the third loud thud of a snowball smashing into your window, that your tear you gaze from the research paper you're scouring through for your essay on the implications of the social cognitive theory. There are about a thousand tabs open on your screen and you know sorting through your citations later will be chaos.

But you instantly forget the pile of work awaiting you, when your eyes land on that dark curly tuft of brown hair that you've grown accustomed too. You push your laptop off your lap so fast that it nearly tips towards the floor, your legs tumbling through the thick blanket you'd wrapped yourself up as you pluck your earphones from your ears and toss them onto the sheets behind you. The floor is chilly beneath your sock-clad feet but you're moving to fast to care. There's a frenetic thumping in your chest, mouth sore from how broadly you're grinning. He's standing at the foot of your window, thoroughly bundled up in a thick jacket and black scarf wrapped snugly around his waist. Your heart does an Olympic worthy back-flip with you spot the smile gracing his lips. It's a warming sight, how his petal pink lips are upturned and the slightest glitter in his brown eyes when you lock gazes. The buzzing in your head is deafening as you struggle with the clasps on your window.

"Jeongguk?" There's an immediate billow of cold slamming into you but you brave through it, your body warms from the blood pounding through you. "What the hell! You said you were coming tomorrow!”

He cocks his head, a behaviour akin to his lively cocker spaniel Miri. "Surprise! I told Mom to tell you the wrong date." It's followed by that sheepish smile of his, a small grin that makes your stomach flutter. But then you note the way he shivers, feet lodged in the snow-covered ground and ivory flakes softly settling into his hair. Your fingers itch with the desire to brush them away.

"Dude you're freezing, come inside before you get hypothermia."

He shakes his head, snowflakes drifting to the ground were the vanish among the vast sea of blinding white beneath him. "Nope. Come outside. I wanna go to the lake - that is, if you're not busy."

You blink, immediately thinking of the essay waiting for you to return. But this is Jeongguk, you're best-friend that you haven't seen for a month now, standing right in front of you. Professor Bang would get his essay when you were in the mood to write.

"Nope," You lie. "I'm not busy." And when he smiles, cheeks rosy from the cold, you know it's worth it.

It doesn't take you long to get ready, snatching your winter jacket from the closet and a scarf similar to Jeongguk's. Absentmindedly you grab a beanie for him too, remembering the sight of his rouge tinted ears and snow-coated head. He accepts it without question, tugging the thing over his head the moment you had it too much, boots kicking through the snow as you trek off.

"When did you arrive?" You ask, struggling to keep up with his fast footsteps. He's always been faster than you, even when you were kids. Too much energy in him since birth, like a puppy on steroids.

"Just now," He responds, twisting around to snatch up your gloved hand. Your heart jolts dangerously in your chest, eyes focusing in on the wisps of unruly brown curls peaking from underneath the olive knitted material of the beanie. You give him a look, despite the heat spreading across your chest when he gently tugs your forward, bouncing down the wet pavement.

"Now? Like now?"

"Like now," He reiterates, a glow in his eyes when he glances at you. "I had to come to see you first. You're my best-friend, you know."

"I know, you dimwit," You say, bumping into him. There's a sharp jolt that travels through your body when your shoulders touch, hands still clasping onto each other as you drift towards the massive lake down from your neighbouring homes. "You're my best-friend too."

You don't mean to read into it, but Jeongguk eyes linger on you for a moment too long. Or at least you think they do. But you're staring at him too. He's been gone for a couple of months now, due to his sports scholarship placement at SU. But those few months felt like an eternity, even with the countless calls and chats you'd never been that far away from Jeongguk. Not since you'd tied his hair into a ponytail on the playground and coaxed him into playing princesses with you. You can't help but peer at him now, carefully examine his face. There's a smidgen of stubble poking out from chin which had turned into a squared firm jaw somewhere in the middle of high-school. His shoulders look broader too, even under the bulky fabric of his jacket. But this most jarring change is his hair, tumbling into his face in pretty loose brown curls. There's tucked away now, but it was the first thing you'd noticed when you spotted him smiling at your window.

You wonder if he'd let you tie it up into a ponytail now?

It's a thought you tuck away, for now, mind concentrating on the sudden anecdotes spilling from Jeongguk's mouth. You learn the name of his roommates all over again, the reckless shenanigans of Taehyung and Hoseok first-rate comedies from how hard you laugh at them. But he keeps his words from straying to a certain aspect of his life that you're more curious about than you should be but you can't help it. You'd never been one to pry into his love-life but Jeongguk had been extremely silent on that subject since he'd moved away. Only dropping Miyeon’s name once and then never talking about her again. Like she never existed in the first place. He’s quiet on the subject of love. More so than when he lived here and you used to bump into him on dates at the mall. It stings a little, you won't lie, that he’s been vague about it. But you don't have the right to demand that from him, even when it leaves you sitting up at night, wondering if he's with someone else at that very moment.

By the time the lake drifts into your line over vision the conversation has died, a natural silence sitting over the two of you that's not demanding to be filled with noise. You let the crunch of snow beneath your boots echo between the two of you, a satisfying familiar noise that eases away some of the tension plaguing your heart.

Jeongguk slings his arm around your waist a moment later, effectively tugging your body into his as he halts right before the shoreline, murky grey sand piling over his sneakers. The calmness that had selected over your heart vanishes, replaced by a frenetic beating. There’s a roaring in your head, cheeks hot when his palm settles on your side. A firm soft touch. Your tummy tingles even with the thick fabric of your jacket separating his skin from yours. He hums when you bury your face into his chest, nose full of a scent that is purely Jeongguk. It’s crisp and musky but also sweet and light. Sharp just like him. Soft just like him. There are not enough words in your possession that you can use to describe how it affects you. But the serenity that blankets you is evidence enough. You wallow in it, the smile on your face involuntary. It’s because of comfort that Jeongguk’s bring you that you miss the contemplative furrow of his eyebrows, his own cheeks tinged rose. He’d forgotten how nice you feel in his arms, clinging onto him in a manner that makes him what to protect you. There are thoughts that meander inside his mind, the brittle wind biting his face gently drawing him away from them. The warmth of your body pressed against his keeps him put. But it always raises a torrent of questions in his head. There are things he needs to ask, clarify really. You hadn’t told him about it but news travels fast in your small town. He knows about Changwoo. Not the minute details but enough of the story to want to punch that asshole in the face. He’d only kept it to himself because he was waiting for you to tell him. But you never did. That’s why he’d taken back what he wanted to tell you during that drunken summer night. He couldn’t spill the contents of his heart out like that. Not if you weren’t able to reciprocate his feelings. Sometimes Jeongguk thinks you still love Changwoo.

He hopes you don’t. He really hopes you don’t love Changwoo anymore. Maybe it’s the fear of breaking down a wall he’s grown to cherish that keeps his mouth shut. He would love to grow closer, get to know you in a way a friend never could. But he’s not sure you want the same. He doesn’t know what he would do if he took that step forward and you turned your back on him. Even the mere thought of the rejection has his heart panging painfully inside of him, aching at the idea that you wouldn’t be able to love him the way he loves you. So he holds you, for now, tugging you as close as your thick jackets will allow, not caring that the wind is nipping at his face. This can be enough, for now, he tells himself. One day he’ll tell you. One day. But for now you sway together like this, content just be in the presence of each other. Not wanting more or less, just together. For now, you can be together.

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years ago

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Reader is with Ash (idk they can come from a party or other members house) and she suddenly hugs Ash and starts crying (she kind of brokes dow due everything that happend recently) and Ash is all confuzed and concerned

Last Girl - A. Irwin

Hey darling! Thank you for the request! It isn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it and I’m sorry if you don’t!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

TW: REFERENCE TO PAST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, ANXIETY, PANIC ATTACKS AND INTIMIDATION. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS CAN TRIGGER YOU BECAUSE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT

Getting to know Y/N was a challenge. An uphill battle that took longer than most would think.

On the outside, she was a bubbly woman. Always seen with a smile on her face and a bright eyed gaze that screamed joyful bliss.

On the inside, Y/N felt as if she were constantly living the life of a character in a horror movie. Specifically, the last girl.

Even now, as she stood next to Ashton at Calum’s house, enjoying a birthday party for the latter, she couldn’t shake the anxiety. Whenever she thought she was safe and free from what was haunting her, it reappeared. Sometimes in a new form, sometimes in the same form. Sometimes she had a break for a while until she was thrust into a sequel.

She had considered changing her name to Sidney Presscott just as her own macabre homage.

Ashton knew that if he could achieve only one more thing in his life, then it would be to allow Y/N to open up to somebody. Somebody she trusts.

Her life had been through ups and downs, Ashton knew that. It began when she was a teenager, through a cheating boyfriend.

Time and time again, relationship after relationship, she had her heart broken.

Betrayal, cheating, lying, and more recently, violence.

Her most recent ex, Matthew, was a kind man at first. He wooed her mother, earned respect from her father, worked his way into her heart and began to learn every soft spot that was left inside of the hardened muscle.

He knew where she was weak and he took advantage of it.

It started as emotional abuse, then financial abuse. She wasn’t allowed to have control of her own funds. She couldn’t pay for anything. Every purchase was made from his account.

He would call her names, degrade her. Remind her that he was all she had at that time. He plucked tunes from her heartstrings with the promise that if she left him, no other would love her again.

Then things became physical. It started as shoving and escalated to punching, kicking, choking.

Her fingers unconsciously grazed the fine scar that trailed through her left eyebrow.

Ashton smiled down at her, seeming to not notice the growing emotion in her features as he was getting more buzzed by the minute.

She didn’t mind. He was her boyfriend, not her therapist. If she wanted him to know how she was feeling then she would tell him. For now, she was perfectly fine with sorting this bout of emotion into the neat filing cabinet of traumatic memories and outbursts that she kept within her.

She could always handle herself. She had been doing it for so long that independence was a second nature to her.

Ashton, on the other hand, knew something was wrong with his girlfriend. He could almost read her expression like a book, after a year and a half of dating.

She had left her ex almost three years prior, yet she still held much of the trauma inside of her.

If Ashton rose his voice too high, she would flinch. If he wanted to pay for something, she would meekly accept and wear a fearful expression the entire time. She would apologize profusely for the simplest of mistakes.

It broke his heart to think of what she went through. He knew not the extent, but he knew enough to feel his heart ache for the woman he had grown to love, and complete contempt for the man that hurt her.

Y/N was handling herself well. She was doing her best to enjoy the party, and it was working. She downed a few drinks, danced a little with Crystal, and even joined in on laughter following some jokes told by Calum. Regularly, she would only laugh at what Ashton would say. He was the only one she really trusted.

The night was going more than well until her eyes met those of a single man.

He had a blonde woman by the waist, leading her into the large lounge room and Y/N felt her heart sunk as if full with thousands of lead bricks.

Instantly, her palms dampened. Her forehead began to ache with memories of the night she left him.

And then his eyes found her.

She didn’t know why he could have been invited to Calum’s party, or how even. She supposed maybe he just came along. The blonde woman seemed to widen her eyes when she landed then on Calum, and she quickly trailed after him.

It wasn’t rare for fans to sneak into parties just to get a glimpse of the men. But even as the woman walked away, Matthew still watched Y/N.

She seemed to shrink under his gaze, and Ashton caught sight of that. He didn’t know who the man directing such a dangerous glare towards his girlfriend was, but he made sure to tighten the arm that was around her and press a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N felt the care in the simple action and directed a shaky smile to her boyfriend.

Nevertheless, Matthew’s brown eyed glare focused on her.

He made attempts to work his way closer to her, yet she made an attempt to ignore his presence.

Crystal offered her a shot and she smiled with acceptance, downing the liquid and cringing as it burned.

The real trouble came when Ashton excused himself.

“I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a sec, okay?” He looked as if he were asking her for permission, watching as her expression changed for half a second before transitioning into a small smile and a nod.

He had barely been gone a minute when she felt the eyes on her back. Every time she turned around, Matthew was there. Her own personal horror movie villain, and she was in yet another sequel.

A hand graded her arm and she shuffled away. She ignored the questions from her friends as her feet moved on their own accord.

She was outside by the time she realised tears were streaming down her face. Her hands flew to her hair, tugging the roots firmly to bring her focus away from her mind and the man inside of the house.

Her vision was fuzzy, blurred by tears or the panic attack, she knew not. She made it to Ashton’s car before her knees gave out, and she crumpled against the side of the vehicle as sobs and fast paced breath rocked her figure.

Ashton was in the bathroom for two minutes. He counted, just to make sure he wasn’t away from Y/N for longer than he wanted to be. He knew something was going on with her, and while he was never the type to always need to be with his significant other, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

When he returned, the concerned gazes of his friends shone back at him, as if he were looking into a mirror.

“Ash, Y/N ran out.” Crystal walked towards him. It was hard to hear over the music, and some of his friends were too inebriated to realize Y/N had left. “I don’t know what happened. She just left and I couldn’t see where she went to follow her.”

Ashton furrowed his brows, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He nodded a thanks, his mind going elsewhere to find his girlfriend.

He felt eyes on him, and he turned to see the same brown eyed gaze that was fixed on his girl.

In any other circumstances, he would have approached the man, but for the time being, he needed to find Y/N.

Y/N knew her jeans were stained from the damp grass, and she knew her face would be blotchy, but she couldn’t force the sobs to stop.

Her head was staring to ache from her grip on her hair, and her eyes were stinging from the running mascara.

She barely even recognized the feel of a large hand on her knee until her face was pulled up slightly and her eyes focused on a head of red hair.

The hazel eyes of the person stared down at her and she watched the lips move but she was deaf to the sound.

Slowly her fingers were loosened and the pressure on her scalp began to fade. Her eyes came to focus on the face in front of her and she choked on a sob as she gathered the energy to wrap herself around Ashton.

“Baby? What happened?” He rubbed her back, rocking slightly side to side as he sat himself down so she could crawl into his lap.

Her face was pressed against his neck, her back rising and falling faster than he had ever seen her take in breath.

“Home,” was the only thing she could will her voice to say.

Ashton did his best to stand, cradling her against him as confusion washed through him. He had no idea what set her off, but he definitely had a feeling it was connected to the man who couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He had never seen her have a panic attack before, nor had he seen her cry. She was always so held together and strong, and it broke his heart to see her in such a way, and to not know the cause of it.

He set her in the passenger seat, detaching her limbs from around his neck only for her to wrap them around her knees. Thankfully, she was no longer gripping at her hair, but he hoped the attack would come to an end in the few minutes it would take to reach their house.

He made sure to keep his hand on her knee the whole way home, only taking it off to turn into their drive way and then to rush around and help her out of the car.

Her heavy breathing had stopped, along with the tears. Now she appeared dazed and shaken, unsure if herself and stumbling about on wobbling legs.

It was a few minutes before he attempted to bring up the topic, but when he did, she pushed a deep sigh from her lungs.

“I saw Matthew. My ex.” Realization set in with Ashton. The brown eyed man. “The one who...” she trailed off, fingers skimming the scar protruding through her brow.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,” he whispered to her softly, moving towards her as slowly as he could.

She resembled a scared animal at the time, curled up, flinching at every sudden movement, doe eyed and quiet.

“S’fine, Ash. It’s not your problem to deal with, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have made you take me home-“

Ash interrupted her by resting his large hand underneath her trembling chin. She flinched at the sudden movement before relaxing until his touch. She allowed her eyes to trail up and meet his hazel ones.

“Love, your problems are my problems. I hate that I couldn’t be there to help you and I’m seriously trying to not go and beat the shit out of him.” A soft sigh left Y/N and she nodded softly. “No matter what, you have me. You have me until the day you no longer want me, because I want you forever.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. She hadn’t heard such kindness before. Her past relationships had all combusted from the inside out, and after Matthew, she was convinced she would be living through sequel after sequel with similar villains.

“If you need me, I am here. You have this mindset that you’re always going to face trouble, but love, the last girl always has a happy ending in the end,” Ashton told her in a hushed voice. “I love you, Y/N.”

She let a few tears fall, slowly untangling her arms from around her knees to take their place around Ashton’s torso. Her head rested against his chest and she allowed the sound of his even breathing and thumping heart to soothe her muscles and mind.

“I love you, Ash.”

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