#nothing made sense till the time i saw your face { text }

[bbybreadin]

{open starter} @seoulessrp

IN: so IN: I have a question for you IN: if six is afraid of seven, because seven ate nine... are the other numbers also scared of seven? IN: what if seven is just misunderstood? IN: What if i've just had one too many energy drinks today and this is what i'm doing with all my awake time?

[bbybreadin]

IN: This is the most upsetting news i've heard in forever.

coups: he did, kid. he did.

[daniswoso]

Because I love you too much.

Charli Grant x reader.

Warning: idiots in love, angst.

Summary: She loved you too much.

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You and Charli had been practically inseparable since youth team. You did everything together, you went to the beach together, you went to restaurants together, you went practically everywhere with eachother.

If you were somewhere you could guarantee Charli wasn't far. It was a comfort, she was a comfort to you.

Then you managed to both get a contract at Adelaide. You felt as if nothing could go wrong, you would play as one when you were on the pitch together, with you both being defenders and being on the same team you were unstoppable. You had been named the 'dream team', 'the ones to watch' and so many other things.

Then she just had to up and leave to Sweden.

To say it broke you would be an understatement, it shattered you. You felt like your world was caving in around you. Like you had been ripped from your home, like the only sense of familiarity you had basically your whole life had been ripped from under you. Leaving you alone. And scared.

But what hurt even more was the way Charli grew more distant. She would keep her distance, barely visited you when she came home to visit her family. Until eventually all contact stopped.

You had decided it was for the better, you changed your number, moved all the way to Arsenal but yet you still couldn't bring yourself to block her number. Just in case, you thought.

There never was a 'case' where you had the pleasure of seeing her name illuminate your phone screen again. Not for a long while.

Finally, you found peace. You had moved on, found new friends and a new sense of comfort in the Arsenal girls. Caitlin specifically taking you under her wing, calling herself your 'aussie mentor'. She made you laugh. It was a nice change of pace to the nights you had spent crying and screaming Charli's name in anger.

Then the world cup came around. You were desperately hoping for a call-up. So much so you hadn't slept the day before you were supposed to get the news. And when your phone finally rang, cutting through the deafening silence that invaded your flat as you stared at your phone, picking your nails and biting your lip; you practically jumped onto the coffee table you had your phone perched on.

"Hello?" The caller said. Holy shit, you thought, I'm speaking with the coach of the fucking matildas.

"Hello, Ms Y/L/N?" Then you remembered you actually had to speak, so you cleared your throat.

"Uh, yes. Hello, this is me." You cringed at the way you nervously stumbled through your sentence.

"I'm calling to tell you you've received a call up. Welcome to the Matildas, Y/L/N. See you soon." They hung up. You shook with excitement. You cried with excitement. And you screamed so loudly you're surprised you didn't get a noise complaint the following day.

Sending a text to Caitlin, you grinned from ear to ear the rest of the week.

That is until you got to Australia and realised Charli was there, too. That was a very rude awakening.

During the first training session you of course were paired with Charli. You cursed under your breath as you begin doing keepy-ups with her back and forth.

"Grant," You said, your voice blunt, you were in no mood for her bullshit at the moment. You were here to win a world cup.

"Y/L/N," She said back, her voice quieter than yours and her usually vibrant eyes seemingly dimmed slightly at your tone. The ghost of a smirk that crossed her face when she saw you dying.

It was almost enough for you to want to hug her so tightly she couldn't breathe. God you had missed her.

At the end of the training session, for which you were paired with Charli the whole time, you had enough. You needed to speak to her, you needed closure. You needed her. You needed your best friend back.

You hung back in the locker rooms, waiting till everyone had left and as per usual Charli was the only still left over, she saw you and awkwardly gave you a tight lipped smile.

"Hey," You began.

"Hi," She said back. You felt your heart twist.

"I want to speak with you," You murmured.

"About what?" She questioned. You groaned out loud at her oblivious nature.

"Us, Char.." You said, slowly sitting down on the bench across from her.

"What about us?" She said again, clearly having caught on to what you meant, then again maybe she knew what you meant all along and was just trying to get off easy.

"Why did we drift apart, Charli?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly as tears welled in your eyes.

She sighed and wiped her eye with the back of her hand, her lip trembling when she met your eyes, it was enough to make you need to bite down a sob.

"Because I loved you too much, Y/N." Your eyes widened. She loved you? She loved you?

"What?" You said, standing slightly as you tried to get a handle on what she just said, "You- You love me?" You stumbled over your words.

"I get it, if the feelings aren't mutual. It's why I left for Sweden. I thought you were straight. And I didn't want to make things weird-" You cut her off by bringing her into a searing kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against hers, your hands clutching either side of her face as if she would walk away from you again, as if this wall just a figment of your imagination, or even a dream. But if it was, you never wanted it to end.

"I am so madly in love with you, you massive idiot."

She chuckled, bringing you into another soft kiss.

At least you had your girl back. And even if it went way differently than you imagined, it still went so incredibly well.

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A/N: Treating you w the fics today eh? what’d you guys think?

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 16

WARNING!!!🔞 This Chapter contains SMUT: Unprotected sex. (P in V). Creampie(?)

Minors do not interact!!!

Aria

"Daniel please, go home," I told him softly. The paramedics arrived on time and rushed him to the ER, but an hour later, I saw him back here in the mansion as if nothing had happened.

He got stitches on his forehead but the purple black ring around his eye looked like it would probably take a few days to disappear.

"No, Mrs. Bang. I'll stay here till Mr. Bang comes home" Daniel insisted but I valued his health more than anything else but the thought of that man coming back again sent a frantic rush of shivers and goosebumps pebble my skin.

"I'll talk to Chris. Please Daniel, go home."

Daniel hesitated, his eyes filled with concern and loyalty, but the exhaustion etched on his face was undeniable. The deep purple-black bruise around his eye contrasted sharply with his pale skin, making him look more fragile than I had ever seen him.

"Mrs. Bang, with all due respect, it's my duty to stay," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I can't leave you alone after what happened."

I took a deep breath, glancing around the opulent yet empty living room. The normally comforting silence now felt oppressive, the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun seemed to stretch and twist ominously, reminding me of the intruder's presence.

"Daniel, your health is more important," I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Chris will be home soon, and I promise you, I'll be fine. We have a security system in place, and I'll keep my phone with me at all times."

He sighed, looking down at the polished marble floor. "If you're sure, Ms. Aria..."

"I'm sure," I said, giving him a reassuring smile. "And thank you, really, for everything. Please, just rest and take care of yourself."

Reluctantly, Daniel nodded and turned to leave. I watched as he slowly made his way to the door, his steps a bit unsteady. Once he was out of sight, I let out a shaky breath and sank onto the plush sofa.

The weight of the day's events crashed over me, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the lingering fear.

The room was eerily silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. My eyes darted to the windows, half-expecting to see that sinister face peering in, but there was nothing. Just the fading daylight behind the clouds casting long shadows.

What did he mean by we'll see eachother soon? Why did he come here when he could have gone to Chris's office? What did he want with me?

Shivers ran down my spine again, the heat was on but it wasn't doing any good. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text to Chris, hoping he would reply soon. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed, and I cursed under my breath.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. We were supposed to be safe here.

I rang Chris again. But it leaded straight to voicemail. Ten calls, he still didn't answer.

"Here," Deliah came to me holding a hot cup of camomile tea and handed it to me. "This will calm you down" She set down the cookies we baked earlier on the coffe table, her was expression soft and supportive.

"Would you like to me stay here with you?" She asked kindly, but I had a million thoughts racing my mind, I couldn't think straight.

"I'll wait for Chris to come home..." I said reluctantly, needing her presence but I wanted Chris to be here.

"Of course," Deliah nodded gently. "I'll be there if you need" She gestured towards the kitchen as she walked away, leaving me alone waiting for Chris in his enormous living room. I bought the cup to my lips but the sweet camomile tasted like ash on my tongue, my anxiety dulling my senses.

I stared at the phone, willing it to ring, to show any sign of Chris returning my calls. The silence in the room was suffocating, the ticking clock amplifying my unease. I glanced at my phone again and again, my heart sinking with each passing minute.

Where was he? At work obviously. Why wasn't he answering? Did he lose his phone in that huge building or something?

The questions spiraled in my mind, each one more worrisome than the last. Unable to sit still any longer, I stood and began to pace the room, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps.

The waiting was torture. Every second stretched into an eternity, each minute amplifying my anxiety. The fear that had settled in my stomach grew heavier, weighing me down with a sense of dread that I couldn't shake.

BANG!

I flinched hard at the sound of the door slamming open at such a force, I turned to find Chris standing with his hand on the door, my began pulse racing. He left to work this morning in a crisp black shirt, fitted pants and neat hair, but now his shirt was rumpled and unbuttoned, hair in a tousled mess that looked like he'd been running his fingers through it.

His face was a mixture of concern and fury as he strode into the room, his eyes searching for me.

Before I could register anything, he came in front of me, pulling me in his tight embrace. My eyes widened with shock, relief, worry, fear. Chris's hand remained in the back of my head, his fingers sinking in my hair while mine slowly gripped his back.

This wasn't Chris. He never hugged me like this outside the bedroom.

"Are you okay?" He pulled apart, his hands tight around my arms and his woody brown eyes locked with mine.

I nodded, the words refusing to come out of my throat. "Ye- yes," I finally managed to say. I blinked back the tears that threatened to gush up my eyes. I was getting tired of my own self at always ending up in a situation where he witnesses me crying.

"Aria," His gaze softened, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear, his other hand remained tighter on my arm.

"Did he do anything to you?"

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, shaking my head awkwardly like a old door that needs grease. The image of that man sliding the gun infront of me flashed across my mind, a new rush of what ifs ran through my head. What if he had shot Daniel and made it inside the house?

What if he had shot me and left?

I couldn't breathe. My vision started to blur, something stung in my eye. Chris standing in front of me became a mosaic of colors. The room started to spin, my heartbeat pounding in my ears like a relentless drum.

Chris pressed my head against his chest, I clutched his shirt tighter, desperate to stay grounded, but the fear was overwhelming. I began shaking, something warm ran down my cheek and onto his shirt.

"Aria, breathe," Chris's voice broke through the haze. His hands cradled my face, forcing me to focus on his eyes. "In and out. It's okay, just breathe."

How to breathe? I couldn't. But I did. In and out. His gaze was locked into mine, but my tears shielded me from seeing his beautiful eyes. The concern etched in his features tugged at something deep inside me, a reminder that he cared, even if he couldn't always show it.

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring.

Chris's hands slid from my face to my back, pulling me closer and wrapped me in his arms. There was a gentleness to his touch, a protective instinct that belied the stoic exterior he often presented. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the fear and relief mingled there, and something else, something deeper.

In that moment, everything around us blurred.

The threat, the fear, the chaos, all of it melted away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of a spell and I didn't want it to break. I reached up, brushing my fingers along his jawline, feeling the tension there.

Chris's leaned, slowly pressing his lips on mine. It wasn't rushed or demanding but a tender acknowledgment of the connection between us, the unspoken emotions we both struggled to express. His lips were warm and reassuring, a silent promise that he was here, that he cared.

I melted in his arms, in taking his strong cologne, his taste, the feel of him; this Chris who wasn't ice cold and detached but human.

Present, and achingly real.

We broke apart, our foreheads touching. The moment was fleeting, but it left a lasting imprint, a reminder of a something we shared, something we grappled to show.

His lips brushed over my cheeks, kissing away the tears, then pressed them on my forehead. We stood there like that for a minute or two before his fingers snaked my hair and his mouth collided with mine again.

With an easy swift, he had my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me upstairs without breaking apart into his bedroom, his movements were slow, not angry or demanding. Our tongues were against eachother's, exploring and devouring until we couldn't breathe.

He gently laid me on his bed but without moving forward, Chris sat at the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran another hand through his hair and down his face and turned to me, I could see the tiredness in his eyes.

"Who is he Chris? And why is he after you? What's going on?" I asked him, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. His muscles tensed but then relaxed after a few seconds.

He took a deep breath as his head fell back, his eyes avoiding mine. "He's Victor Monroe..." Chris finally said, his voice low and strained. The weight of whatever he was about to share seemed to press down on him, pulling his shoulders into a slump.

And he slowly told how Victor worked for his father, about the harassments he caused, my heart squeezed when he mentioned about the suicide of one of the employees. How Chris figured this out and got him fired and blacklisted.

"I made sure to erase him off and I don't know how the fuck he got through security," Chris's tension was lingering in the air as he continued. "He swore revenge on me for ruining his career. He's definitely coming after the company, after my launch"

The usually composed and cold exterior was cracked, revealing the weight he carried. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts, despite an unusual, unexplainable fear gnawing at me.

"We'll figure this out," I said softly, trying to infuse my voice with as much confidence as I could muster. "We'll get through this, Chris."

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something- gratitude, maybe even trust.

"I won't let him destroy what we've built," he said, his voice firm but softer than usual.

"And you won't. You've come this far," I slowly stoked his hair, a faint smile tugging the corner of my lips, his restless eyes remained on me.

He sighed, leaning into my hand, "I hate that you got caught up in this."

Something squeezed my chest again, an unfamiliar feeling I couldn't understand whether he said it out of guilt, or was there something more. His words and the softness in his eyes made me wonder if he cared more than he let on.

After a few minutes, Chris pulled back slightly, his expression more determined. "We need to tighten security around the house. I'll call the best security firm in the city"

"And Victor...?" I asked carefully, Chris's jaw tightened.

"I'll handle him."

The intensity in his eyes made me believe him. This was a side of Chris I hadn't seen before, a protector, willing to shield what truly mattered to him.

Although I wasn't sure if I was a part of what he wanted to protect. But I pushed that thought away. He cared about Aurelius. That was his world, his legacy. And he would do anything to safeguard it.

Chris's mouth met mine again unexpectedly, but, I couldn't find it in me to push him away. Somehow I wanted him and I felt he wanted me as much, so I gave in. Letting him deepen and letting the pressure of his lips on mine erase away the thoughts that swarmed my head, at least temporarily.

He deepened, his lips demanding, coaxing me to let go of everything weighing on my mind. I was on my my back as Chris towered me, unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers held the hem of my sweatshirt but before he removed it, his eyes met mine, slowly nodding, silently asking if I was okay with this.

I nodded back.

"Tell me yes or no, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaky but sure.

The next moment, my sweatshirt was gone, and I tugged the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso. My eyes traced over every ridge of muscle, from his solid biceps to the hard planes of his chest and the chiseled perfection of his abs.

He was beautiful, almost unbearably so, and the sight of him made my pulse race. His pants hung low on his hips, teasing me with a faint hint of hair and of what lay beneath, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him completely.

Clothes were discarded in a blur of motion, our urgency growing with each passing second, and before I knew it, Chris was inside me. The connection was immediate, electric. His hands firmly held my hips, as he thrusted into me, it felt so good. Insanely good.

I clenched around him without a thought, as he pounded hard, arousal spreading all over me as I grabbed the sheets, I could feel his eyes all over me and that smirk playing across his face.

"Just relax," His voice was husky and hot, it only aroused me more.

My eyes were heavy-lidded, half-open as I watched him through a haze of pleasure. The silver chain around his neck dangled over me, glinting in the dim light, as he held himself up with one arm. The other hand roamed over my body, exploring every inch of my skin as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

When his fingers found my nipple, pinching it just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped past my lips, but he silenced it, crushing his mouth on mine eating away my sounds of pleasure.

He paced his thrusts, slow and steady, then fast and needy. He buried his face in between my neck and shoulder, the scent of his mint cologne and the salty tang of sweat filled my senses. It was intoxicating, making my head spin as I clung to him. Needing him closer and deeper.

His mouth moved lower, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. My skin burned under his attention, every mark he left a reminder of how much he wanted me, how much I wanted him.

My skin was covered in hickeys when Chris's mouth went down to my erected nipples. He was obsessed with my tits. Every time we fucked, either his mouth was closed around my breasts or his hands kneaded them, playing with my body like I was his own personal playground.

“God, Chris,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a breathy moan.

The way he was lavishing attention on my breasts, the way his hips moved in that perfect rhythm, it was too much and not enough all at once. I wanted him to devour me, to claim me completely.

“Fuck, Aria,” Chris growled against my skin, his voice rough and filled with need. “You drive me fucking insane. Look at you… so perfect, so beautiful.��

His words were a heady mix of praise and possessiveness, and they made me feel powerful, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. And in that moment, I was.

Chris continued his rhythm, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way our bodies moved together. But then, unexpectedly, he slowed to a stop and pulled out, leaving just the tip of him resting at my entrance.

My eyes fluttered open, Chris's gaze was steadily on me, a somewhat dark expression threatening to overshadow. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. His expression was unreadable.

"Relax, Aria. Why are you tensed?"

Was I tensed? Maybe I was. Chris's thrusts were pleasurable, intensely so, but my mind was unknowingly wandering somewhere else. I didn't realise my muscles were tight and my breathing was too heavy.

"I'm...I'm not tense." It wouldn't take a genius to figure out the lie coated on my voice. Something did bug me but I couldn't understand what it was. Some unwanted feeling of anxiety hit me, creeping into the corners of my mind.

Chris paused, his hand still holding him up. He looked down at me, a skeptical brow arching his face. His eyes searched mine, trying to read the thoughts I couldn't articulate.

"You know I don't like it when you lie." His voice was low and controlled, but I could hear the underlying frustration.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on me. "I'm not lying," I said trying to brush away the tension that was building.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm.

I nodded, but he shook his head. Chris still wasn't convinced and then pulled away completely, standing on his knees. I got up on my elbows, the sudden absence of his warmth left me cold, and a sinking feeling settled in my chest.

"Yes, I am. I just suddenly got reminded of..." My voice trailed off, the memory of the gun from earlier tightening the knot in my stomach. The horror of seeing it had unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

Chris cupped my face, his touch gentle and firm as he pulled me close. He saw the fear in my eyes, the way I faltered, and his expression softened.

"Don't worry, he murmured, "He won't come back," his warm breath brushing over my lips before he took them in his, swiping his tongue over the seam.

I responded to his kiss, trying to push away the lingering fear. I was sure that man won't come back but the anxiety still remained in my stomach. I let Chris in, let him take control, trying to push away the fear that clung to me like a shadow.

Chris's lips were soft and insistent, his tongue coaxing mine. His hands moved from my face to my shoulders, then down my back, holding me close as if trying to reassure me with his touch. His touch was gentle, reassuring, and I clung to it like a lifeline. He was trying to comfort me, to remind me that I was safe with him, and I wanted to believe it. I needed to believe it.

As he laid my back on the mattress with his mouth still on mine, Chris stroked my clit and entered me again, slow inch by inch until again I was filled with his huge length. Our fingers intertwined as he began rocking his hips, I moaned into his mouth earning a growl in response.

He continued from where he left, I felt my body beginning to relax as he slowly moved inside me. He kissed my body, not leaving a single place go untouched with his lips. He lifted my leg holding the underside of my thigh and pushed in a bit deeper hitting spot that made me moan loudly.

“Are you with me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice husky, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed the swell of my breast.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice breathy and filled with need.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips closing around my nipple, sucking gently. “I want you right here with me. No more distractions, no more fears. Just us.”

I couldn't stop whimpering as he began sucking on my nipples again and rolling his tongue over the bud. He began moving faster, picking up a pace and pounded in me.

"You look so beautiful, fuck" he growled, quickening his pace.

"Chris, please, faster," I needed more. And more. I wanted him to keep going, to push me further until I couldn't hold on anymore.

Every spot he hit sent waves of euphoria crashing over me, making me feel like I was floating on a cloud, suspended in a blissful haze.

Chris grinned, sweat glistening his sculpted body and his chain dangling back and forth, giving me what I asked for, gripping my waist and fucking me harder and faster. His lips met mine again, sweet and long, his huge cock going in and out of me, sending me to the ends.

He pulled back from my mouth and slammed into me in one hard thrust, mouth flew open at the sensation. Chris's fingers found my swollen clit, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. My back arched as another erotic moan ripped from my throat, and Chris smirked, clearly pleased by my reaction.

The tingles began forming at the base of my spine as the sounds became sloppy and messy, a few seconds later I came all over his cock, moaning his name out loud and feeling my face flush as he watched me come undone. He kissed my face, his lips soft and tender as he rode out my climax, making sure I felt every last bit of it.

"Fuckkk," he groaned, the sound low and primal, as he followed me over the edge.

Chris came right after me, burying himself deep inside, filling me with his hot load of untold promises. His cock continuosly twitched inside me and he pulled out slowly, his cum seeping out, painting my throbbing entrance.

He kissed me again, this time more slowly, his lips trailing down to my neck, where he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of our sweat-slicked bodies.

Chris's strong body was pressed over mine until the post sex high faded. His lips brushed against the pulse point on my neck, breath warm against my skin.

Then he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine with a look of contentment.

"I have to get back to the office," he murmured, his tone regretful. "I'll be back later. Do you want to go out for dinner or…?"

I hesitated, my heart sinking at the thought of him leaving so soon. My eyes locked with his, I shook my head, wanting desperately for him to come home. To stay close where I could feel safe with him by my side.

"No, I'd rather you come home tonight," I replied softly, a hint of longing in my voice that I couldn't hide.

He hesitated, his gaze searching mine for a moment. "I have to ensure everything is secure," He explained, his tone apologetic yet resolute.

"But, I'll be back as soon as I can."

My heart sank a little but I nodded. Deep down, I wished he would cancel his plans, stay with me, and maybe we could talk more about what happened today.

But I knew better than to ask. Chris was driven by duty, by the weight of his responsibilities. And in his world, that often meant putting Aurelius above everything else. Even me.

I got up and pulled the sheets covering my chest as Chris got off the bed, placing a kiss on my forehead and went to the shower. Fifteen minutes later he came out, drying his hair with a towel and another wrapped around his waist, he quickly changed to a new shirt and pants, everything going back to normal.

He grabbed his phone from the dresser, bringing it up to his ear as he made necessary calls, probably for the security firm and his eyes flicked to me briefly, a small, almost absentminded wave of his hand acknowledging my presence before he closed the door shut behind him.

And with that, he left.

I stayed in his bed, the silence of the room filling the air like a fog. A lingering fear, an uncertainty, and the way Chris had held me—all of it swirled together, leaving me both hopeful and hollow.

A few minutes later, I got off the bed and went to the shower, before I did, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Purplish red spots were on my neck and chest, I huffed looking at myself.

After the shower, I changed into a new soft outfit, Chris asked me to stay in his room going forward and went downstairs to the kitchen.

As I made myself a cup of tea, I resolved to stand by him, no matter how much it hurt to be on the outside looking in.

For now, I found solace in knowing that at least Chris was trying to protect us both, even if he didn't realize how much I needed him.

And when I didn't realise, I might have started falling for him when I shouldn't...

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IN: jiiiiiiiinnnnnieeeee IN: lets go do something! IN: we haven't hung out in a while solo 👉🏻👈🏻 IN: I miss you

[bbybreadin]

I.N: We are still in our Asia part of the world tour till after the first of the year - it will be good to South America and the US again! I.N: rest? What is that 🤭🤭

juyeon: i saw the world tour that you're about to go on, must feel excited juyeon: i'm doing good. resting now.

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Can I please request sfw slice of life headcannons for reader and Volo? (Ps. I hope you had a great Easter!)

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good *looks at calendar* April 27th

Volo x gn!reader slice of life hcs

Sfw cut for length

Cw: slight Angst with a happy ending.

Scars heal, although some take longer than others... after years, you finally begin to accept that you may not be able to go home ... however, slowly but surely, you begin to cultivate your new life in the strange lands of Hisui. Still hurt knowing that you could never go back home, but you knew there was your second home.

The village was remorseful of how they treated you, offering to all help and build you an actual home. You now live in a small humble Cottage a little ways outside the village you could still get there easily on your Pokémon's back. While the boarding that Cyllene gave you was nice you wanted something else...

Sometimes you wonder how he is doing. After he disappeared, he left your heart better and broken. Making you question if the time he spent with you was real... if all the things he did to you and said to you were honest and not just to lull you into a false sense of security... you knew the village would never accept him back, but you also knew how painful he was. You saw in his eyes when he threw out his Pokeball; underneath that mad smile was a scared, confused man, who had no one in his life other than a dream. Volo claimed he hated you, but was it true?

As your Pokemon snooze is away while you brush its fur you hear a knock at the door... you weren't really expecting anyone today you opened your door expecting to greet Lavington, Cyllene... your eyes widen seeing a blonde-haired man standing in your doorway. His standing failed looked like the days alone in the wilderness had not been treating him well recently, and his face filled with regrets and sadness. "V-olo?" His name Falls from your lips.

After years of searching for Arceus, he knew he finally had everything.... his life dedicated to one God sacrificing everything he had and everything he built. To him, it was worth it... until he found you, he first saw you as your stepping stone, a simple obstacle in the way of his true dreams... But after he spends more time with you, something that he has never felt before begins to stir inside of him... it scared him... he tried to push it back as much as he could, thinking that nothing would matter once he finally reached his goal.

After Spear Pillar, he couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, he fled...

He has been better in recent days, choosing to live with you instead of chasing a dream till it drives him to Madness. You made him realize that he deserved a normal life that he earned his own path.

He reassures you that the feelings he has for you is genuine that he was an idiot for leaving you on Spear Pillar, Volo expected you to hate him... But you didnt?

The two of you now live in the cottage together every morning when the weather was nice volo goes outside in the garden and either relax or studies some old historical texts (still a history nerd)—occasionally going out on his own Adventures to look for more ancient ruins. Your Pokemon who once stood as great enemies now frolic and play as friends.

Volo's heart melts when he wakes up to the smell of your cooking no, he does not miss being a gingo guild member and finding what he can eat. He claims your homemade potato mochi is far better than the ones they serve in the village.

Volo does claim that he never once cared for that Village since how they treated him and you, but Volo did regret his actions and what he did even if the village would never accept him even if the gamegoeso Guild would never accept him, he still wanted to grow as a person and have everyone remember him as what he is now.

Volo has learned how to cook when he was just a traveling Merchant. He would only eat the wild berries he would find and had no time to cook..., but with you on his mind, he wants to make you smile with something he pours as hard into.

Sometimes you still have nightmares of The Village casting you out alone and cold as Giratina staring down at you. you wake up in a cold sweat, ready to cry, only to be held by Volo. I am making you remember that you are safe now and you are not alone.

Volo also still has nightmares of Giratina swallowing him down to this Distortion world where he belongs or Arceus standing before him to judge him on his sins of Pride and envy, greed, gluttony, and Wrath... but he feels at ease when he holds you close

Volo once asked you what was life like in your old time... you told him everything he seemed a little lost on the topics of technology and buildings however he seemed more intrigued when you told him about the many different kinds of Pokemon and places that you've seen... there is a bigger world out there.

Maybe one day the two of you should leave Hisui and travel the world just like in your stories...

No more worries no more expectation just you and him and the wild Untamed Wilderness and the Pokemon within them.

[taejusunju]

Autumn leaves 🍂

Woonhak x fem!reader genre: fluff, angst word count: 2.39k admin: 🧃

note: Hii okie ik this is pretty long but bare with me, I haven’t written something in a while and this is my first official ff also feel free to leave any feedback. I do know the angst is a lot, had to make it sad you know. Either way I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading. 🤍🧸

Summer was coming to an end, the chilly breeze and colourful leaves falling had already indicated autumn slowly weaving its way. For others it may seem like an ordinary day and nothing special, but autumn was my favourite season. The not so cold and not so hot weather, the colourful leaves falling from trees, this was the time to relish in the colours, wear cozy sweaters and sit by cozy fires, roasting marshmallows while singing your favourite songs, the time for the closeness of others to keep out of the chill of the morning and the dark-eyed darkness of the night.

This time everything would be different, autumn wouldn’t be the same as it had been all the past years for me. The person whom I had shared the beautiful memories of enjoying this season wasn’t going to be with me.

Every autumn my family and I, would go to our cottage on the far side of town for 3 weeks during fall break. I had made many friends and we would have so much fun together. Sometimes I would visit them during spring break too. Till 3 years ago, I had met my best friend woonhak. Me and my friends had visited a new coffee shop opened near us, and that was when I had spotted a cute barista, who later on became my friend and then best friend. Woonhak had always kept in touch with me even when I came back to my hometown. But till last autumn, when he had suddenly started to change and become more colder, and just different. I wasn’t sure what had happened but he wasn’t the same Woonhak who I was bestfriends with. From hours of facetime calls to not a single text message, me and him had completely drifted.

Time sure does fly fast, its fall break of my junior year and me and family are on our way to our cottage. I had texted all my friends, most of them are reaching today and we are excited to finally see each other again. I was wearing my favourite knitted brown sweater that I got gifted on my 14th birthday by woonhak with grey sweatpants and my busted converse. It made me a little upset thinking about how I won’t be able to hangout with him like I used too this break.

Lost in my thoughts, while listening to music and looking outside the window admiring the red and orange leaves scattered across the roads and in the air, the chilly breeze hits my face like ice, sending chills down my spine. We were about to reach the cottage. I could smell the faint scent of firewood and home baked sweets in the air. It felt like I was finally home. When we finally arrived, I ran out the car and straight to the lake down the street. I could hear my parents yelling from behind, telling me to come help with the bags, but I had to go to the lake. Just like I had assumed my friends were already there. Taesan and eunchae were the first to arrive and they came to the lake first. I had missed them so much I ran up to them and hugged them tightly. After a bit we saw jaehyun, sungho, nat and woonhak, coming down the hill. What was he doing here? I forgot for a second that just because he’s not close with me anymore doesn’t mean he’s not close with the others after all he was jaehyuns bestfriend. They all came and we started hugging eachother, it had been a year since we last saw eachother. Woonhak was still distant with me. Besides a mere exchange of hi we said nothing to eachother, I could tell the others had sensed the awkward tension between us.

After chatting for a bit and catching up with eachother we all decided to call it a day and head back home. Everyone lived near the village, besides me and woonhak cause he lived a little further down the street from me. I was walking behind him. I so badly wanted to go up and talk with him but I didn’t know how. I feared he would just ignore me and not say anything back but I couldn’t stand the silence anymore. So I got a little closer and started walking near him, he didn’t even move a bit to look at me, like I’m not there. “Hi”, I said hoping he would notice me and talk, I was surprised when he said “Hi” back but in a cold tone. “It’s been a while since we have talked” I said nervously looking at him. He just nodded back in silence this time moving his head towards me for a mere second of eye contact before he looked back ahead. I wish it could’ve lasted longer, I haven’t seen him in so long or talked to him. I missed him.

It was starting to really irritate me and making me upset, I hate to admit it but I did have feelings for woonhak and before I could confess them last year he had just stopped talking. Getting annoyed I stood in front of him blocking his way, he looked at me with a confused look. "What are you doing?” He said. “The same thing you’re doing, blocking your way like you blocked me out of your life” I said, I wasn’t gonna hold back now I have had enough of it. "Why have you been ignoring me? Did I do something? If I did, why don’t you just tell me instead of leaving me in the dark, was all those years of friendship worth nothing to you, that you just threw it away like it was trash?" I said to him now a bit more louder and colder. He just looked at me with a blank face, "you did nothing wrong, it was me." He said. “So what? That’s it? You have nothing else to tell me? Seriously woonhak what is wrong with you.” I said while starting to tear up, I was too frustrated I just couldn’t hold back my emotions. As I started to cry, I noticed my face being lifted up, it was him. "Please stop crying, i didnt mean to hurt you." He said now looking worried, this was the first time in a while I had seen any sort of emotion on his face. "I just..had to but I didn’t mean to hurt you” he said. “How could you not hurt me, we were bestfriends woonhak” I said. “Oh. yea best friends..I’m sorry" he said now looking down at his shoes. "It’s getting late you should head back home" he said. "Fine” you said, you were upset and frustrated and continued to walk back home alone.

The rest of the evening I spent unpacking my bags and spending time with my family. I didn’t wanna think about what had happened earlier. Everyone was texting in the groupchat making plans on what to do tomorrow together but thinking about how woonhak would be there was already making me upset. Ever since woonhak and me stopped talking, jaehyun and I had became really close friends. I had asked him many times why woonhak had been acting the way he is, but it was only me who felt that way, jaehyun said he seemed fine and maybe he just didn’t wanna be friends with me anymore, but why?.

Its now 11:40pm and I can’t sleep. I decided to go to the park near me, I remember me and woonhak used to hangout a lot during last fall here together. He liked playing basketball and I would watch him or sometimes play with him. As I got to the park I sat down on the swing, listening to the sound of leaves rusting against the ground as the wind blows them. The quite sound of the night, the water of the lake moving and the crickets sound. I was gently swinging when I heard someone sit on the swing beside me, "Can’t sleep?" He asked. I looked up to see woonhak, "I don’t want to talk to you". For a bit we stayed in silence swinging before either of us said a word. "I’m sorry" he said looking at me. I didn’t feel like talking to him, it’s not going to fix anything since he doesn’t want to. "Why are you sorry, it’s not like you care” I said. "I do care, a lot more then you think” he said. What did he mean by that, "If you cared, you wouldn’t have just cut me off like that, do you know how hurt I was" I replied. "I know and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left everything like that but I didn’t know what to do at the time” he said. “God why are you so stubborn woonhak, can’t you just tell me what’s wrong if you aren’t I’m just gonna go” I said getting frustrated. I was about to get up and walk away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to hug him. "Can’t we just stay like this for a while, I’ll tell you everything” he said, my heart was beating so fast I hoped he wouldn’t notice it. "I missed you so much, you don’t understand” he said, I missed him a lot too.

We stayed hugging for a few minutes before we both pulled back. We sat down at the bench near us, hopefully he would tell me everything and why he was so distant with me. "So tell me now, don’t leave a detail out okay?” I said, “okay…I didn’t want to distant from you y/n…we were so close….I-I just didn’t know what to do. Jaehyun had liked you since we all had first met and he wanted me to help him pursue you.” I was at lost of words, jaehyun liked me? But he had never told me anything. “I didn’t wanna help him pursue you, but I also didn’t want to tell him that cause he’s been my closest friend since childhood. So the best thing I did was cut you off and tell him we weren’t close anymore and I couldn’t help him. I truly am sorry for hurting you y/n it wasn’t my intention” he said. “Why did you not want jaehyun to pursue me?” I asked, why was he so against it. “It’s cause.. I just you know” he said, “you know what woonhak, say it” I was tired of him going around the bush. “It’s cause I like you, I like you a lot y/n and this wasn’t how I planned on telling you but you keep on insisting. I never knew if you felt the same and after jaehyun liking you I thought you would like him too and I never wanted to ruin our close friendship.” He said dropping the bomb on me, I was silently shocked, I didn’t know what to say to him. He liked me too? Did he not know I liked him too. "Oh” was all I could say. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, especially after becoming distant you probably lost any sort of feelings for me anyways” he said looking kinda upset now. “NO no, I’m sorry it’s not that it was alot to take in, but no I do like you woonhak, I always have since I first saw you at the coffee shop. I wanted to tell you last fall but you had already cut me off” I said to him, it felt so good finally telling him the feelings I had bottled inside me for years.

We both stood there looking at each other and smiling, after confessing to each other. I could see a smirk plastered on woonhak as face, “So you liked me for so long and didn’t care to tell me?" He said. "And you liked me and cut me off" I said back. "Heyyy I had my reasons to why” he whined, "okayy finee. oh..yea what do we do about jaehyun now?” I didn’t want him to ruin his friend ship with jaehyun cause of me. "I don’t know I guess I’ll have to talk to him and tell him about us” he replied. “Us?” I said grinning back obviously teasing him, “You know what I mean..like us liking each other” he said shyly, I could see his face becoming red. "It’s getting late, I’ll walk you back home” and I nodded back.

He walked back with me home, on the way we just chatted a bit catching up on old stuff. Here and there our hands would rub against each other and making us both get shy and look away from each other. After a bit we finally reached my house and it was time to say goodbye for the night, but I didn’t want to and I knew he didn’t want to either. "It’s getting late now you should head inside” he finally said. "Yeah you should head home too, goodnight woonhak" I said looking at him, admiring his face glowing under the street light. "Goodnight y/n, sleep well” he said. I wish we could stay like this for longer but it was getting late and he needed to get home. I started heading back inside and I saw he was still standing there smiling and waving at me, waiting for me to get home safely before he left. I waved back at him before I headed inside my house.

The next few days, me and my friends hanged out together and we did our usual activities that we did every fall. Woonhak and me had gotten closer again too. He would always text me in the morning, drop me off home, we always take our night scrolls at the park. As for our relationship, we wanted to take things slow and regain our friendship before anything else. As for jaehyun, him and woonhak had talked and he wasn’t upset, actually he had already known and moved on awhile ago and was now dating nat which definitely surprised us all cause no one knew about their secret relationship. So after all, my autumn break this year wouldn’t be bad as I thought it would be.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

And so it all started

Summary: Young Henri is impatient to know if he will be accepted to L'École militaire royal and finally be a pilot.

Warning: None

Words: 1k // Masterlist

A/N: First part of I don't know many yet. Happiness in hardship is the story of Scotty's father, Henri. There's many parts in his life that I want to write for fun and because I think they are important to him (some that I probably mention way to often *cough*losinghisbestfriend*cough*) I want to explore more than talking a little bit about here and there. I need the emotions to be more than a two sentence thing. Enjoy! A/N2: I had to do some good research about how all this worked, but also this story take place in the 80-90s so finding information on the school at that time was something. Military service was mandatory till 1992 and before, I don't remember the year, it was indeed 4 years at the school. Now it's 5.

He was looking by the window. Impatiently waiting for the mailman to arrive and deliver today’s letters. It was the last day, last chance, his last hope to have an answer. His mother called him to the kitchen for some help. Reluctantly, Henri walked to the room, his gaze never letting go of the window till it was completely out of sight. The woman pointed out the container that was too high for her reach. The young man tiptoed to grab it… The doorbell rang. Henri almost dropped the container, awkwardly threw it at his mom and he ran to the entrance. The poor woman barely had the time to catch the object and yell at her son. This was no way to help!

That was it! He opened the door. Finally he will have -

“Grandpa.” He said in a monotone voice, his smile dropping to a disappointment. 

“What’s the long face, kid? Not happy to see me?” The old man passed him and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Supporting himself on his cane, he made his way to the living room. 

Henri rolled his eyes. Of course he was happy to see him, but he was really hoping for someone else. “Mom didn’t say you were coming. What’s the surprise?” 

“For good luck.” Henri raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I woke up this morning feeling like something good is going to happen.”

“Oh Mr. Moreau, you know your grandson doesn’t believe in this.” After some quick greeting formality, the woman left and came back with coffee and biscuits. This was the least she could offer her guest. Henri sat on the couch opposite of his elders. As they spoke about everything and nothing, his mind didn’t listen to anything. He fidgeted with his fingers, his leg was restlessly bouncing, his eyes followed the balance of the pendulum. Any minute now. What could have happened? Why was the mailman so late, him who was always on time! Or maybe it was Henri who had lost any sense of space and time because he couldn't wait anymore.

The phone rang. Another distraction. Henri got up to answer as he noticed that the other two were still deep in conversation. To his surprise it was Didier. “Hey! You got your letter?”

“No.” Henri groaned. “I’m still waiting… You?” 

“I’m just gonna say, I hope you get accepted because school is going to be boring without my brother!”

“You are in? That’s amazing! Fuck where is my damn letter!”

“Henri! Watch your language!” His mom shouted from the other room.

“Hey kid. Seems like the mailman is there.”

Henri didn’t even say a thing to his friend. He hung up quickly, the handset slipped away from the holder. The young man ran to the mailbox, fought to open it under the adrenaline. A bunch of mail, bills, unimportant papers and… He saw the logo in the corner first. The ERM. He ran back inside. In the living room, his grand-father and mother watched intrigued as well to know the result. Henri was shaking, he flipped the envelope in all directions as if his mind had forgotten how it worked for a moment. Carefully, he opened it. His eyes skipped the usual superfluous text at the beginning. All he was looking for was one little word. But it was hidden between lines and words made out from all the most professional structure. He mumbled the text as fast as he read.

“In light of your result, you are officially accepted at L’École royale militaire! YES! I’m accepted! MOM! I PASSED!”

He scooped her in a hug, spinning her around. She weighed nothing to him. This was everything! His life will change and for the better. The older man pushed himself up with his cane and hugged his grandson. He was very proud of him! “Sure I can’t change your mind?”

“No grandpa. I get seasick, navy would have been the worst! Anyway, I applied to be a pilot, can’t change this.”

“Well let me pray for all those poor soldiers' souls if you and that friend of yours are in the same transport. Menaces of the sky.” He patted his back. Henri laughed at the teasing.

The terrible beeping noise of his alarm rang in his room. In a second, it stopped. The truth was, Henri hadn’t been up for an hour now. He had barely slept last night and when the early ray of the sun showed in the sky he was already getting ready. But it was still too early so he spent the rest of the morning in his room till his alarm went off. This was his cue to move on with the day and make everyone proud. Which he did a few weeks prior when his letter came in. Today was different; it made it even more official as he would be moving to the boarding school. Tomorrow was the first day of a new life, to four years of giving his best and being the best. Henri knew that as much as he made it sound like it was great, it wasn’t as much. He knew what it implied to follow the path of military life. His grandfather had told him enough stories about his glorious days in the navy that he could imagine how it was. Yet, after years of long discussion with his mother, the sleepless night of worry about the future, this felt like his best opportunity. He never truly knew what to do with his life, money had always been a concern and achieving higher study felt like a dream. In a way, he might have fallen for the false promises, but he could get some higher education for free. Not that the regular one costs much in general, but with the money struggle at home… The way he saw it, if after his seven mandatory years in the army he didn’t want to be part of it anymore, he would have more open doors in civil life with his diploma. This was a problem for future him, now he had to go pack the car and make his way to school.

[bbybreadin]

I.N: ): ow it hurts

yeji: if the shoe fits...

[itsdannysworld]

Secret (Part One)

OMG DANNYS WRITING AGAIN?? Howdy yall, id like to say im back and better than ever, so welcome to my new seriess Warnings: cheating, angst, allusions to smut, cursing, the usual Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader (I dont know the band Greta Van Fleet and this is all a work of fiction)

enjoy-

Sharing a mans heart with another woman is one of the most painful things. Being hidden by said man is worse though. Whats worse than that, is being told that he loves you. 

You worked backstage as a roadie for Greta, setting up and breaking down the artists most important possessions. You met Jake that way, bumping into him while you ran backstage. “Oh I’m sorry!” You said as he smiled the softest smile, stealing your heart instantly. “Hey, don’t worry about it, shit happens.” He chuckled. “You’re y/n, right?” He asked, still smiling. “That’s me!” You offered a small smile, you felt shy around him. “Hey, can I get you number? For roadie things.” He chuckled. “Oh yeah sure.” You said, typing your number into his phone. “Cool, I’ll text you.” He winked and continued walking. You were neon red at this point, not knowing how to react. The rest of the night flew by, breaking down everything the moment the finished their set. You finally got a break and checked your phone, seeing a new number pop up on your screen. 

New Number: Hey its Jake, meet me in hotel room 430, i wanna get to know you 

You smiled, squealing a little bit at his text. It wasn’t till the next morning you found out about his girlfriend, and that you would have to share him with her. You rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, giddy at the fact you were gonna spend time with him. You made it to his door, softly knocking. He opened it quickly, kinda catching you off guard. “Hey darling, come in.” You blushed at the pet name, not knowing how to react. You walked in, the room smelling like linen and his cologne. You turned to him as he shut the door. “So what does a rockstar like you want with a girl like me?” You questioned. “Well I’d like to get to know you, definitely in more ways that one.” He flirted. You blushed again, your sudden confidence diminishing. He walked towards you, a smirk across his face. “Fuck now, talk later?” Lord he was making your knees weak. “Yes please.” And just like that his lips were on yours, pushing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you. You woke up around 8am, groaning not ready to get up for the day. He laid next to you, dead asleep. You learned a lot about him last night, mainly how good he could make you finish. You went to the bathroom checking your phone. You decided to go on insta and do a little stalking, you may work for him but you barely knew him. 

Fuck

 On insta there he was, posting about his girlfriend and his one year anniversary.

 Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

Your eyes welled up, guilt seeping through your pores. You heard a knock on the bathroom door. “You almost done?” He asked. You swung the door open, and he immediately sensed your distress. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?” You confronted him. The tiredness in his eyes suddenly went away. “Look she and I barely get along, we're really nothing.” “Oh so one year is nothing?” You questioned, your tone coming out harsh. “Y/n let's not start this, we both enjoyed last night and I had more fun with you than I ever had with her.” He smiled, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged him back against your best judgment, you caught feelings easily and a small crush on him had already formed. “Let’s keep this between us, our secret.” He whispered. “Yes sir.” You whispered back. 

You left his hotel room quickly, and found yourself face to face with Daniel Wagner. You internally cursed yourself, knowing that he saw you leaving Jake’s room. “Have a good night?” He smiled, acting as if this was a common occurrence. “Sure.” You answered, not conveying too much emotion. “I won’t say anything as long as you don’t, got it? We all hate his girlfriend.” You let out a small sight off relief. “I- uh yeah cool.” You stuttered out. 

What the fuck did you get yourself into?

[threepointseven]

heya! just saw that your requests are open ?

i've read your rules, but if you feel uncomfortable or anything, no need to do my request! don't force yourself please <'3

can i ask for kaeya/diluc/childe (separate + you can pick if you don't want to do all of them) adopting a child!gn!reader, or at least taking care of them ? BUT the reader is very sensitive and scared of everything due to,,, "past trauma", and they're very shy and need a lot of comfort and hugs. i hope that makes sense omg, i just want to know how they would take care of a child like this nrjkqo-

anyway, its fine if you delete this ask. and if you decide to write it, take your time! also your blog's theme is very very pretty and cute!

have a good day 🌸

When you have trauma (platonic child reader)

Type- scenario 🍄+HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= childe x gn!child!reader, diluc x gn!child!reader

Note🍀= OH LORD I HOPE I GOT THIS CORRECT… LITERALLY I WAS SO OUT OF IT WHEN WRITING THIS. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BTW AA BUT ALSO I HAD TO REMOVE KAEYA BECAUSE I DONT WRITE FOR HIM ANTMORR BECAUSE UGH THAT GUY IS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR FFS LIKE ALL I KNOW IS THAT HE CANT KEEP HIS DICK IN HIS PANTS. BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE U LIKE ITT (even tho i got it wrong..)

🥀 Flower toxins!🥀: mentions of abuse, kidnapping, violence, trauma

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Childe

- childe adores you, despite your contrasting looks and the fact you two arent blood related he considers you his family.

- He met you in rather unfortunate circumstances, your previous parents were to shorten it, evil people. Theyd lash out on you and verbally abuse you basically anytime they had the chance.

- You came from a loud, abusive home and no one understood how you felt in that household nor did anyone believe you. When he met you he witnessed a horrible scene, your blank, crying face of horror as your parent kicked you out of their house. You had bruises all over and you silently sobbed before he came to your rescue.

- He only recently officially took you in as a guardian but you had no clue of that. You thought he was temporary,

- He took you in as your guardian, nothing else, but he treats you like his own child. And he has such, such a soft spot for you. Your his everything! He knows how fragile you are after having to experience so much at such a terribly young age. He’d rather die than see you become like him, diving into the depths of the abyss at the ripe age of like 12..

- he treated you with extra care as if you were a glass doll with fragile stickers in big bold text wrapped around your frame. He kisses your forehead everynight lovingly as you drifted to sleep and made sure you hadn’t a millisecond of feeling like your in danger.

- He’d take you to shnezhnaya to introduce his parents to a kid he would accidentally call his child and made sure you were never involved with the fatui.

- He wouldnt budge even if the tsaritsa asked to see you, as much as he knows how kind the tsaritsa is because of your past trauma he’s too horrified to have you know hes apart of some murder organization just yet.

- He knows your quite shy and antisocial so most of the time he talks for you, but he does still try to teach you how to talk. Sometimes asking zhongli for help. (He makes zhongli talk with you for hours and hours till your comfortable enough to have a conversation with him)

- He’d protect you till forever falls apart and he made sure to dispose of your parents once you were safe and sound but that couldnt help the unimaginable nightmares about that period of time.

- He was just sleeping in his room soundly before waking up at his reflex, from the soft yet desperate knocks, immediately assuming it was you he raced groggily to the door ready to assist you with whatever you may have needed, be it food or maybe you had some energy left.

- He worried it was one of those nights again, he worried about you greatly. Your trauma and relationship with your past household left a huge scar on you and you were vulnerable and scared of practically everyone besides childe. He looked down to see your sobbing figure, violently sobbing. Fat tears kept flowing out of your doe eyes and in a flash childe scooped you up with his arms and cradled your small figure,

“Hey hey..! Hey kiddo whats wrong hm?”

- he let you cry on his shoulder while you tried to babble out words through your cries

- He rubbed your back and pat your head, whispering loving reassurance into your ear while you sobbed into his shoulder, slowly calming down while the man you saw as your father cooed into your ear, softly comforting you tiny figure

“Im sorry…”

“Hm? Sorry for what y/n?”

“For waking you up again. Its probably getting annoying..” your lips crinkled as you tried to hold back a few unwanted tears

“Hey its alright, i dont mind. I’ll do anything to make you feel better. You were crying more than usual tonight.. whats up?”

“Y-your… your gonna give me back to them arent you..” your lips couldnt help the quiver as more tears fell, your voice box stinging from how much you already cried.

It took childe a moment before realizing what you meant. Gods he was shocked, he assumed he made it clear he looked at you as his own child but the fact you still had the thought lingering in your head that you were gonna get sent back to those monsters? He thought he did a good job taking care of you but i guess not..! That household was hell to you and he feels the pain too each time you have those terrible nightmares snd those horrifying flashbacks. He wants you to know that your no longer connected to them, hes trying his best.

“Whoah whoah no, no,no,no,no, im not sending you back there i wouldnt dare. You’re with me now.. forever and always alright? Forget about them,,,” he tried to calm you down, patting your head and whispering ‘shh’s into your ear.

He knew you were a softie, someone who always needed the warm feeling of hugs and love and without a doubt childe, your father, was there to give them. He was there to fall asleep with you in the same room as you while he settled the nightmares down and rubbed your back letting the tranquility in the air flow.

Diluc

- diluc didnt meet you in the most fortunate circumstances either. You were kicked out by your parents from a young age and you were kidnapped, to be used and abused by your captors however they wanted.

- You were being manhandled by a group of people when he overheard your held back sobs, the group of people pushing you around and calling you profanity while his eyes focused on the unimaginable amount of cuts and bruises on your body.

- He rescued you a millisecond before your kidnapper was about to harm you with their vision and ever since then youve been glued to diluc’s side.

- Hes an overprotective father, he signed adoption papers in front of you and got teased for actually having a kid but some people swore they saw kaeya tear up at the sight of your jumping up and down because you were officially Diluc’s child.

- Despite how much diluc smothered you in love privately you were a kid, a kid still stuck in what happened in the past and he wouldnt blame you. It was traumatizing and even he had to collect his thoughts and calm down when you told him stories about the horrors you experienced.

- You were reserved and timid, only opening up to people youve spent a fair amount of time with. He didnt mind, you were just a child scared of the world and he wanted to erase each memory of that period from your mind.

- Your relationship grew steadily but he’ll never forget that night that made the atmosphere between you two skyrocket with familial love. You two have never looked like that much of a father and his child since that night.

- It was maybe a month after he took you in, diluc was still a bit scared to touch you, hug you and etc but he still tried his best, after all you still had those flashbacks. You still had the image of those people manhandling you from the past.

- It was 12 Am, diluc fast asleep but you werent. You were in your room softly sobbing, trying your best not to wake anyone up through the thin walls of Diluc’s mansion, nightmares kept you up about the abuse you experienced back then, you wanted to run into dilucs room, even for the slightest amount of comfort but your fears stopped you as you tried to drag your feet to dilucs door.

- 1 knocks, to 2 knocks to 3 and he didnt answer. You assumed he was asleep but you couldnt ignore the flowing tears blocking your vision as you pushed your way in to see him, fast asleep on the bed. It comforted you enough to even see him alive and healthy.

- It took a bit of courage but your heart forced you to crawl onto his gigantic bed, the nightmares still waddling around in your head while you tried your best not to wake him up. Alas, he of course woke up, and to your worried figure, the red eyes and your lips quivering as soon as it sunk in you were trying to sleep on his bed

“Huh.?”

- was all he could really squeeze out at the moment before you buried yourself into the warmth of the bed sheets, trying to ignore the guilt building up in your chest while you pretended to sleep.

“I— uh. Is there a reason your sleeping here..?”

- trying his best not to make it awkward while he panicked soo much inside. He was practically shaking at the thing while you tried to babble your explanation. “Nightmares about back then” was all he heard before it all went black and fuzzy. All noise besides his heartbeat and your anxious sobs being cancelled out.

“‘M sorry… i know im being annoying and too forward but….”

“I-its okay. I dont mind at all, just get your sleep please…”

While he softly laid you down comfortably on the bed he swore he heard you mumble ‘thank you.. dad’. (He was about to cry i swear). That night you slept soundly on his bed, his arm softly patting your head while he tried to comfort you out of that period of time.

- That night was something that showed him he truly did want to take you in, not as a guardian, not as someone who was taking care of a child who was highly traumatized, just as a father. He has no idea how to be one but he promises to take care of you as if you were a snowflake, even though their labeled as one of the most fragile things in the world, if its someones desire to they could easily preserve it with the care they deserve.

- Even thought he was just as reserved as you he wanted you to grow up bright and comfortable with other people so he tried his best to introduce you to other people, he also never trusted random babysitters. You do have major trust issues after what happened back then so you never became happy with them. He’d usually ask his friends that are free or heck maybe venti even.

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I.N: how could they get tired of it lol I.N: I've been doing good wbu?

soobin: i'm good on most games but i need to change it up soobin: played so much lol that my members are tired of it soobin: how've you been!?

[angelic-brutality]

HEY BESTIE CAN I REQUEST HCS OF HANMA WITH AN S/O WHO'S TOUCH STARVED ?? :D like it's only been days since they last met and they just miss hanma so much they start calling him and start complaining about how much they miss hanma along with his touch ? <3

KDISOUDWKDJSL THIS IS MY FIRST FIC REQUEST YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I AM

actually i usually love writing requets but no one gives me them sooo

ok ok i just loved that plot, so hanma x touch starved neutral reader ! i really hope this is good

i'm not actually touch starved so i'm really really sorry if anything here doesn't make sense, y'all can correct me

i'm brazilian so pls don't mind any grammatical errors, and also this is short cause i struggle a lot writing long fics

you woke up in the 3rd time this night, and you expected to wake up more before the sun appeared and you feel forced to get up today, it was kinda hard sleeping without hugging an actual person when you got so used to sleep hugging hanma - aka your boyfriend. he was in a trip in another city and unhappily you weren't invited to it, so now you had to hug your pillow trying to think it's him, because of that motherfucker that could just call you until he's back, but no, he even decided to answer your texts with just a phrase or two (when it wasn't just a few words).

oh, you were overreacting. of course you were.

he was probably just busy there, and he don't need to answer your texts if he don't want to, he's a human being with choices!

but sometimes these choices hurted without him knowing because obviously you didn't even talked about it

but to check, you picked your phone (poutting because of the light) and saw a few conversations you had with him since the day he moved, but you were not waiting him to text you that moment

"what are u doing up this late? i see you online"

"nothing really important" you thought for a moment and then decided that it was actually important, you two were in a relationship and if you just don't say the things that bother you, he wouldn't guees, he's not a fortune teller. so you thought again and started calling him; he picked up in some seconds

"hey, missed your face" he said with a small smile, it was clear that he was sleepy "i missed yours too. actually i miss you in everything." you responded, laying in you bed in a more confortable position "really? i'm on this trip it's only 3 days" "yeah but it's hard to sleep without you on my side, you made me unaccustomed" "ooh sorry for this, i should've gave you a shirt with my perfume to you to sleep with it in your pillow like the stalker you are" he said, now his smile was bigger and he started to talk in a goofy tone "look who's saying, can you answer me who accidentaly liked a photo of mine from almost 2 years ago?" you said laughing, remembering the 'accident' "c'mon, you looked really cute there!"

and the call proceeded 'till you both didn't have any subject in mind

"hey" you started and saw hanma looking at you through the phone "i actually miss you, doesn't matter if you mock me for this" hanma grew a genuine smile on his face "i miss you, especially your touch"

"i promise that when we meet again i'm gonna hug you really really tight, until you feel better"

and then the call proceeded for some minutes, until you actually feel very sleepy. the calls actually happened everyday until he came home, and he kept him 'promise'

heyo what do y'all think of this

i actually didn't liked it that much, i juts wrote what came in mind ((what is usually what i do, but this one was kinda hard when i don't feel what the 'reader' is actually feeling,,,,))

but comments and reblogs are aprecciated!! (*cof* *cof* especially comments *COF* *COF*)

taglist- @rome-alone (k i have just one person in my taglist what are you gonna do)

[christowhore]

Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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[lunch-squad-askblog]

"Keep me up 'till 4 AM" @14-crush

A/N: Golly, do those 2 make me feel soft inside. Hope you enjoy!

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Another day, another reminder she's on the surface. Hanging out with friends, not worrying about a thing; it feels nice doesn't it? Sometimes she still couldn't believe that they've made it this far, but in the end they did.

One might wonder how does Eight keep such a positive attitude all the time. Well, it'd be a lie to assume Eight doesn't wonder that herself. It's not like she was oblivious to it or anything, but rather that's just the attitude she got used to showing in public. It's fairly obvious that Eight's a caretaker. Checking in on Three every once in a while, making sure Four doesn't roll off the stage with her dodge rolls and especially taking care of Ahato. So sitting down and thinking about her own problems is the least of her concerns. Eight is great but even she can forget that she doesn't always have to be the hero, maybe a certain friend of hers will help her realize that...

***

"Well dang, Eight!" Pearl shouted loudly, sounding impressed. "Keep this up, and you'll beat your own record in no time!"

And how could she not be? Eight was running around swiftly in the testing room, also known as Marina's engineering basement. As ink projectiles left her Octoshot, she kept shooting any target baloons she saw in sight. One to the right? Gone. Two to the left? Popped. Five behind her? Say no more. Marina's agility exercises have really started to show, because as soon as Eight popped the last 10 baloons...

"And...done!" Marina said as she stopped the timer - "2 minutes, 34 seconds and 128 milliseconds!? That's a record time! Well done, Agent 8!" Marina came up to Eight and gently patted her on the head, bearing a smile of a proud mother.

Eight chuckled: "Guess this week of training wasn't for nothing!" She made a thinking gesture "I have a feeling that if I train another week then-"

Eight was about to say more, but suddenly she felt a strong slap against her back. Then, shortly after, a hearty laughter came from Pearl.

"What's with that face? Eight, you're one of the, if not THE, strongest octolings I've ever known!" after sensing a small but intense glare from Marina, Pearl corrected herself. "Not as strong as Marina of course, but you get the gesture!" Marina hummed with content, and Eight couldn't help but giggle from this moment.

As Eight exited the basement to get a snack from the kitchen, she noticed getting a text on her phone. Upon picking it up, her face lit up with a grin. Because the one texting her was none other than her best friend and roomate, Ahato Mizuta. The friend she's been secretly pining over for quite some time now. Apparantly her dearest friend found a new movie for them to enjoy and was asking Eight if she would like to watch it with her when she gets back. With a huge smile on her face, Eight was about to happily reply with a yes until...

"Hey, Agent 8! Do you have a minute?" Marina's voice echoed from the hallway right before she entered the kitchen as well.

Eight responded. "Yes, Marina? What's up?"

"Oh thank cod, you haven't left yet." Marina said with relief. "I actually have this new weapon modification I want to test out, but it won't be ready until tomorrow morning."

Eight did not even need to hear the full sentence to get the picture.

"You want me to stay the night so we can test it early, don't you?" she sighed with a slight smile. Marina couldn't help but be impressed by Eight's deduction.

Admittedly, even though Eight was always glad to help out Marina, somehow a thought of "why today? " crossed her mind for a brief moment.

"I mean we don't have to do it the next morning directly, if you have any other plans I totally understand!" Marina reassured her.

Eight was about to tell her about Ahato's movie invitation, but then she thought.

"Then again... Me and Ahato hang out all the time, we could just watch the movie the moment I get home tomorrow."

With that in mind, she agreed to Marina's request. Marina was very excited and told Eight she couldn't thank her enough. As Marina left to prepare a guest room for Eight, the young octoling quickly texted Ahato that she'll be staying the night at Pearl and Marina's house.

Just like so, Eight prepared herself, as this was going to be a long night.

***

"So are you cozy? Need anything else?" Marina kept asking.

"Pfft, chill, Rina," Pearl patted Marina on her shoulder. "Pretty sure that Eight's plenty cozy."

Eight nodded in agreement. The blankets were really fluffy, the bed was warm, and the octopus plushie was the cherry on top. It felt really nice.

"Well in that case we'll leave you be," Marina smiled "be sure to wake us if you need anything!"

"G'night!" said Pearl as she waved at Eight.

Eight smiled and gave a small wave in return, before hearing Pearl and Marina close the door behind them. And just like that, silence has filled the room. Eight lied down on the bed, hugging the plushie close to her. She would have a good night rest for sure...

It's what Eight would have thought if she did not have trouble sleeping. She couldn't do much but frown at the fact that she has yet to peacefully fall alseep. Eight looked at the table clock. It was 10:48 p.m.; this would get annoying later. When Eight thought about it, she kept coming to the realization that her life has been pretty busy lately. Especially with Ahato's recovery. Even though her physical state got better, things have still been hard for them. Ever since that video, her friend's been having nightmares and Eight couldn't help but wonder if she would be fine by herself tonight. What if she had another nightmare? What if she woke up in tears and Eight wouldn't be there to comfort her? Eight stopped herself from thinking any more about it. She cursed at herself for not having more faith in Ahato. It's been several weeks since that video, and Ahato had been doing much better than before.

Eight looked over at the window to distract herself. The lights have already turned on, there were no clouds in sight, and Eight was able to see the night literred with bright stars. It looked nice, sadly the view was not enough to help her sleep. And so Eight's attention switched to the table clock once more...

12 a.m. Eight hated this. All those hours felt endless to her. At best she would be asleep by late morning, at worst she wouldn't fall asleep at all. Not only Eight couldn't relax on those sleepless nights, but she also had to deal with thoughts she desperately ignored. What else was she supposed to do? Everyone already had a lot on their plate, and the last thing she wanted is for them to worry about her too. As Eight was about to complain more she heard a buzz coming from her phone.

"Huh? Did... someone text me?" Eight wondered as she sat up. "Who could even be up this late?"

Eight picked up her phone only to find that the text was from none other than her best friend. Eight didn't like where this was going. She already had a bad feeling about leaving Ahato all by herself and this situation didn't help at all. Afraid for her friend's well-being, Eight checked their chat room. But, to her surprise, Ahato simply texted 2 things. "Hey, Eight. Are you awake?" and "If you are, I was wondering if we could call."

And so Eight, feeling relief, proceeded to text a reply "Yeah, I'm awake." After thinking for a bit she made a follow up.

"Sure, we can call. But word of warning, I'll be quiet since Pearl and Marina went to sleep."

After about 20 seconds her phone started ringing. Eight plugged in her earbuds and proceeded to answer the call:

"Hello?" quietly said Eight.

"Hey there, Eight." Ahato responded, she sounded cheery tonight. "Sorry for calling you this late, I just wanted to talk to you."

Eight reassured her that it was okay.

"Is everything alright on your side? How was your day?"

"I'd say my day was pretty great." Ahato responded, Eight just knew she had that small smile on her face. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that Three actually managed to beat Dr Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine."

Eight snorted. "You're right, I wouldn't believe you! But seriously, good for her! How many hours did it take her to do it?"

At that moment she heard small giggles coming from the other end of the line. Eight could tell Ahato didn't mean to do that, but just couldn't resist.

"Well... As a matter of fact, it took her exactly 8 hours to do it!" And just like that, Eight was gone. This silly story just couldn't help but make Eight burst into a fit of laughter. Sadly, she had to keep it down as Marina and Pearl were most likely asleep by now. "That sounds like an amazing day, makes me sad I wasn't there with you guys today." - she heard her best friend hum in agreement. That really made Eight want to see that cute face of hers.

"Well.. enough about me. How was your day, Eight?" Ahato asked. "Anything interesting happened in training?"

Eight proceeded to tell her how much that training exercise got old, and that she'd much prefer to try a new challenge. Eight would have told more but she stopped as soon as she heard Ahato sigh quietly.

"Ahato?" Eight grew concerned. "Are you feeling okay?"

Her roomate responded rather quickly. "I'm the one who should be asking you. Are you okay?"

Eight's heart dropped from hearing those words. There's no way Ahato knew, right? Eight then asked. "What do you mean by that? Of course I'm fine!" She really hoped this would convince her friend.

"It's just... Last week I kept waking up late at night and-"

"What!?" Eight interrupted. "Did you have nightmares? You should've woken me up!"

Ahato was quick to reassure her "No, no, it's not like that! The nightmares have actually calmed down as of late. Just... let me finish first." Eight nodded.

"One night I woke up having a bad feeling. Because of that I wanted to see you," Eight couldn't help but blush. Ahato continued:

"So I left my bed to do just that," she paused. It sounded like Ahato was hesitant to say the next words. "But when I actually saw you, you were already up."

Eight really didn't want Ahato of all people to know. She wanted to step in, but she let Ahato go on regardless.

"I don't know.. maybe it's just me. But yesterday, you did the same thing again; it was already 5 a.m.! But I didn't come in since I didn't want to be rude."

Eight was shocked. She couldn't even say anything in her defense. Eventually Ahato sighed again and asked with a soft tone.

"Eight... do you have insomnia?"

There was no escape now, she really wished Ahato didn't figure that out. And so Eight reluctantly replied.

"...heh. Yeah, I've had it for a while now. Didn't expect you to actually find out. This just shows how amazing you are."

"C'mon, Eight-! Don't make this all about me!" Eight heard Ahato stutter. She smiled to herself. Though as silence filled the room her smile turned sour.

After about 2 minutes Ahato spoke once more.

"You know... I was actually hoping to confirm my suspicions in a warmer atmosphere."

Eight didn't understand what she meant at first. But then she thought.

"Is that why you asked me about watching the movie tonight?" Eight asked.

Ahato nodded in response. "I was also hoping that during the movie we could just talk until you felt sleepy on your own."

Eight felt touched by her roomate's thought. "Ahato... You're too sweet for your own good, you know that?" she chuckled. "Sadly, I don't know if a movie night would help at all."

There was silence once more. Eight felt awkward since it happened more than once now. She was about to say something to break the silence. But to her surprise Ahato beat her to it.

"Well... how about I just stay here until you fall asleep? I still think it's worth a shot."

"I- Ahato. I appreciate your worry, but I can't do that!" Eight worryingly argued. "I know how much you care about your sleeping schedule! I can't just do that to you."

Suddenly Ahato chuckled. Eight was confused, did she say something funny?

"Eight, do you think I'm doing this because I feel some sort of obligation? I'm doing this because I want to!" Ahato paused for a moment. Then she spoke in a softer tone:

"Besides... You're always so kind to your friends, being there for us when we need it. And you do so much for me even when I don't deserve it. So let me be there for you this time, okay?"

Eight could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She was certain that if she wasn't on call, than she would just die right here, right now. But alas, she composed herself and sighed.

"Fine. You win, Ahato. But don't you stay up too late! Alright?" Ahato nodded with a hum. "Promise."

And so, the two girls began talking. Not about anything specific, they just talked. Favorite food, new video games, cute videos, funniest moment of the week, you name it. They just talked all throughout the night without a single care in the world. It would go on for what felt like forever, until...

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"Hm?" Ahato stopped rambling when she noticed that Eight had stopped talking. She was worried for a moment until she listened closely. She heard soft mumbles coming from the other end of the line. Eight was asleep, Ahato's plan worked. She couldn't even describe how relieved she was to just hear Eight's sleepy mumbling. Ahato even caught Eight mumbling about strawberries and other fruits. Clearly she was having a very sweet dream. Ahato checked her phone clock and realized it was already 4 am.

"Wow, it's that late already? I should probably head to sleep too," thought Ahato. And so before going to bed she decided to do one last thing.

She pecked her fingers before tapping them on her phone, sending Eight a virtual kiss. Afterwards she lovingly said "Good night, Eight," and finally ended the call to rest.

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Phew! That was a long ride but I hope you enjoyed this little fan story for Eight and Ahato :D Dedf1sh and Agent 8 belong to Nintendo(but these lovelies belong to the lovely @moonsidesong)

I know that it has already been four (heh) days since the anniversary happened but hey! Better late than never is what I like to say. Now back to answering questions I go

And ofc, this fic was created because of my love for Derivakat's song "4AM" (go listen now)

Catch ya all later! Stay fresh <3

-Xenon