#on top of that being talked about like im a burden while sitting right there because. i was a child with needs

[stressedjester]

thinking about my childhood and getting pissed at my dad again

[vvinirl]

steve. r

warnings: missionary, pet names ( princess, doll, and beautiful), soft steve, steve cussing (language ☝️🤓)

you were at a party that your friend steve rogers had invited you to. you thought it was gonna be a normal party like the ones he would also invite you to but you were surprised when you came to realize it wasn’t just a normal party, the avengers were there

“wow steve, this is some party” you said as you walked by his side, “and you live here too? with the avengers” you chuckled slightly to yourself

“yeah but it’s not really that big of a deal i guess” steve shrugged as he looked over at you. “steve you’re literally the captain america, not a big deal my ass”

he laughed as he put an arm around your shoulders as he went to introduce you to all the other members of the avengers

you talked to all of them and they were all nice and interesting people with some interesting backgrounds too. you and wanda really hit it off, you both found out you had a lot in common. “i think i just found my new best friend” you chuckled while sitting at a bar with steve. “wow so you’re just gonna ditch me like that?” he gave you a small smile while shaking his head

“that’s how i feel with you and bucky” you rolled your eyes playfully, taking a sip of her drink. “you got me there, but you know i love you both equally”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say” you playfully rolled your eyes at him again

after the party everyone went back to their rooms or went about their business. you just finished helping steve clean up as you said to him, “wow, it’s really dark outside”

“yeah, are you sure you want me to drop you home still or you can stay here for the night?” steve looked over at you, leaning against a counter top.

“i mean yes, i don’t really want to be a burden” you laughed slightly. “you won’t be and i don’t want you being alone this late at night”

“im always alone at night, there’s no difference” you shrugged, giving him a small smile. “still” steve simply said

you sighed as you shook your head, “fine, okay ill stay” you said in defeat, “but where am i gonna stay?”

“well you could stay in the many guest rooms that tony has..” steve said as he begin walking into the hallway as you followed him. “..or you could stay in my room” steve stopped in his tracks as he turned to you, towering over you as you looked up at him

“o-oh, well i don’t wanna take up your space and stuff” your face began to heat up as you looked away nervously. “relax y/n, you know you won’t bother me” steve said as he rubbed your shoulder gently, “well if you say so then” you laughed nervously as you followed him back to his room

for some reason you felt a feeling that you thought you would never feel about steve, you felt.. nervous. you felt nervous to be around him right now but also with a hint of excitement of what the night holds

“do you want to change into something more comfortable?” steve asked after you both arrived to his room, which was basically like a studio apartment. it had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and bedroom, everything a studio could have

“yeah sure, this dress is starting to feel uncomfortable too” you laughed slightly as steve looked you over. he felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he took in your appearance, you look so beautiful right now, the way your dress hugged your body, your eyes, your everything. you just looked so phenomenal, the lighting hitting your face so perfectly, illuminating all your features

steve went into his room as you followed, as you both entered his room you looked around, taking in your surroundings. “wow it’s surprisingly clean in here” you chuckled to yourself as steve gave you a playful eye roll. “what” you shrugged, “back then you were very messy so i expected it”

steve handed you one of his shirt and a pair of one of his sweatpants. “these might be a little big on you but you can tie it”

you thanked him as you set the clothes on the bed. “i’ll leave the room so you can change” steve smiled as he turned away, “if you need help with anything, im on the other side of the door”

“wait, i kinda need help with my dress” you laughed awkwardly, “sorry, but i can’t reach the zipper”

“it’s not problem” steve said as he made his way over to you. he stood behind you as his hands went to the back of your dress, running his hands over the zipper

with a gentle, and painfully slow motion, he began to pull the zipper down. the sound was surprisingly loud in the quiet room, a soft, intimate rasp that seemed to echo

inch by inch, the fabric parted, revealing the smooth melanin and delicate skin of your back. Steve’s hands were steady but inside, a storm of emotions exploded

you tilted your head slightly, your hair moving to one side swiftly, exposing the nape of your neck. steve’s fingers lingered, his pulse quickening as he reached the small of your back. the air between the both of you was thick with unspoken words, with possibilities that neither dared to voice

finally, the zipper reached its end, and the dress loosened around you. you turned slowly, your eyes meeting his. there was a vulnerability in your gaze, a silent question hanging between the two of you. the distance was unbearable, yet neither of you moved, caught in the tension of the moment

“thank you” you murmured, your voice trembling just a bit. steve nodded, his throat tight, unable to trust his voice

you both stood there, in silence, the world outside the door forgotten.

you thought the silence was going to to continue as the night drifted away but your thoughts were cut short as a pair of lips captured yours in a deep but passionate kiss

the kiss speaking louder than the silence and the words that were caught in their throats.

steve pulls out of the kiss as he looks into your eyes. your eyes stare back up at him as he says “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did tha-“, steve’s words were caught short as you kissed him this time

the kiss was the only answer steve needed as he kissed you back, moving his hands up to cup your cheeks.

you reach up to wrap your hands around his neck, your dress falling down from your body. steve’s hands move down to your thighs as he picks you up,your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks over to his bed, still kiss you

he laid you on the bed and stood back up and began to take his clothes off. as you watched him, you felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. the swift but slow movements of steve made you feel things in your stomach and her pussy

after getting rid of his clothes, he pulled down his boxers as his dick bounced back against his stomach. your mouth went dry as you looked at the size of him, it was like god sculpted steve himself, his muscles, his abs, the veins on his hands and his dick, everything about him was heavenly and beautiful, he was like a greek god

“i see you’re enjoying the view” steve smirks at you as he climbed back on top of you, his muscles flexing. “shut up” you give him a playful eye roll as he captured your lips in another kiss, biting your bottom lips softly, asking for entrance into your mouth

you let him in as his tongue explored your mouth, from top to bottom. he reached behind you with one hand and unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere around the room

he starts kissing down your neck, to your chest and down to your stomach as his fingers played with the hem of your panties. “steve~” you whimpered his name as you bit your bottom lips. “it’s okay beautiful, i’m gonna make you feel good”

he slid your panties off and threw them to the side, grabbing his dick as his thumb rubbed around the tip, spreading the precum around the head of his cock

you grew more wet every second, watching his movements and how he’s slowly teasing her, it was turning you on more

steve slowly and steadily swiped the tip of his cock through your folds, earning a low gasp from you. he smirked to himself as he tapped the tip on your clit, earning another gasp from you. “already so sensitive hmm beautiful?”

“don’t worry princess i won’t keep you waiting any longer” steve said and then hes slowly pushing himself into you

“s-steve” you moaned as his length filled you up, already hitting your g-spot. he grabbed your thighs as he positioned himself better and slowly moving inside you

he moaned as he felt your walls clenched around him, as if choking him. he wanted to cum already, your pussy felt so good and warm.

“s-shit y/n” he moaned your name as his pace begin to speed up, your body starting to heat up more.

your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck and his back as you claws at his back, leaving marks all over it. marks he would look at later on and admire

“it’s so deep steve~” you moaned against his ear as beads of sweat dripped down the side of your forehead. “i know princess, i got you, gonna make you feel so good” steve moaned into your ear as his pace was fast and rough but not too rough to hurt her

“taking me so well doll, fuck~”

his thrusts got sloppy as your fingers gripped onto his hair and your fingers claw and scratched his back, the muscles flexing under your fingertips

“i-i’m gonna cum steve~” you whimpered into his ear as you felt the heat building up in her lower stomach. “me too princess, me too”

few strokes later you felt yourself clenching around his dick as you released all over his dick, moaning and crying out his name.

steve came a few seconds after you, moaning your name, mixed with curses as he fucked his cum into you, filling you full

you both breathe in sync while staring into each others eyes. steve leans down as he kisses you and nibbles at your bottom lip, smiling into the kiss

there was a knock at the door as you guys heard tony on the other side of it saying “keep it down please, some of us are actually trying to sleep”

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Ok soooo im having a really fucked day mentally…….. so here’s how my favorite ASMR boys would help you during your mentally fucked days 

Seth🏕️

He’s been there. He knows how it is. 

He’ll pick you up throw you over his shoulder, grab the softest blanket in the house and a whole box of your favorite cookies/comfort snack. He puts on your favorite playlist/movie/TV show

Put you on his lap with the blanket over you and hold you close. gently kissing your neck and shoulders. He doesn’t say much. he doesn’t have to say much. he’ll listen, he’ll nod. But rarely will any words be spoken unless prompted 

Charlie🍕🐭

He knows you. You guys literally grew up together, trying to hide it from him is pointless. 

He’ll walk up to you and give you a big hug. (as big as the skinny bitch can muster) and he won’t let you go until you are willing to sit down and talk about it.

“it’s OK Casper”

“let it out……I’ll be here when you’re ready”

“Your not a burden babe… you’re never a burden”

After you’re done talking, you lay in bed together and cuddle until you both asleep

Milo🐾

We already know how good Milo is at this kind of thing.

Provided that you’re not already in panic zone. Milo can always tell when his sweetheart is not doing well.  he goes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

(provided that you have the same reaction as me that would make you cry right then and there.)

He listens, he holds you close, he makes it better.

You’d think he was taking lessons From caelum for how quickly he makes “the knots” go away. Sure some knots will always be there and he knows that. But he will try his hardest to make you feel safe and loved.

If I do caelum I just might cry While typing this

Sam❤️

(What is it with broken southern men) Sam. much like Seth also knows what it’s like.

“I got ya darlin’….you’re safe here”

Sam holds you close to his chest. And just lets you vent while he softly rubs your back. He’ll use his flannel sleeve to wipe off any stray tears.

You can ask if you’re being too much. You can tell him you didn’t want to be a burden. 

But he won’t have any of it.

“darlin do you think it’s a burden when I share my sorrows with you?”

“No.” (If you say yes. f@ck you)

“then why do you think I’d be burdened with hearing yours?”

Once the vent session is done, and your tears are dried. He’ll give you all the kisses, and whisper all the sweet nothings. And get you back to feeling like you’re on top of the world. 

 Auron📚

(Didn’t think I was gonna bring him out did ya)

We know that he’s not the softest guy in the world, but when he is it’s good.

He realizes that you’re not acting your normal self and will request a meeting with you (whilst also clearing the next two hours of his schedule)

He sits on the couch in his office (he’s loaded He has one) you sit down next to him, and he pats his lap.

“come here. rest your eyes rook” you lay your head in his lap, and he  runs his fingers through your hair. He won’t push you to talk. He’ll just wait until you’re ready.  but if he feels that you’re not telling him because you don’t want to bother him. He’ll reassure you.

“we may be on work hours,  but I want you to know i’m still here….. you can interrupt me at any time of the day or night if you need anything”

The rest is up to you.

Guy🍕

It doesn’t matter if you are the best at hiding it. if literally nothing in your demeanor changes, if you’re just the same as you always are,

he knows 

“Honeyyyyy~ what’s wrong”

Hide your emotions all you want you’re gonna end up talking about it. he’ll kiss all over you, Whispering little praises, make extremely lewd comments. you know guy being guy just a lotmore than usual. and somehow even he’s confused about this. It makes you feel better. 

Sorry if this sucks, my hands were shaking the entire time and I still don’t have my glasses fixed. Love y’all, and I wish you well 





[nel-world]

You know, I’ve always been known for being impulsive, which is probably why I ended up trying stand-up comedy. But before stand-up, I was really into music. When I was new to this country, I was glued to MTV, BET, and YouTube music videos all the time. I’d watch those videos and think, “I want to be like those rappers and pop stars.” They were my superheroes. So, there I was, this brown kid on a college campus, but my inner voice was blasting, "I listen to Drake, Jay-Z, I got 99 problems!” I’d be breakdancing down the hallway like I was auditioning for a music video. Naturally, I decided to try my hand at rapping. I got my friend Chris to help—he had a free copy of FL Studio, and we started recording music. We’d take popular songs and turn them into rap remixes. I remember one time we took "You Raise Me Up" and added a rap verse: When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary When troubles come and my heart burdened be Then, I am still and wait here in the silence Until You come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas I am strong, when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be… Yeah, you can imagine how that went down.

another trait of mine is i misplace stuff im like looking for where r my car keys , where is remote control my wife is like u need to b organized..

as a kid i remember losing the bicycle key

It's been three days since I lost the pool key, and now my mom is mad at me. It feels like she has a superpower that keeps her angry without a break whenever I mess up, which is why I try my best to never do anything wrong.

It's like there's a flashing neon sign on my forehead: "HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING KID WHO LOST THE POOL KEY. $50 DOWN THE DRAIN!"

I try to explain to her that Cindy and I put up twenty flyers all over, and I understand that fifty dollars is equivalent to three hundred and fifty tomans in Iran, which is a lot of money to flush down the toilet. That's what it'll feel like if we have to pay the landlady.

"Why don't you check the clothes dryer and all your pockets?" my dad suggests, im filled with hope. I search through all my clothes, inspecting the washer and dryer, even go through the vacuum cleaner bag. I c heck between the sofa cushions and manage to find twelve cents.

But still, no pool key. The following day, my dad suggests praying to Saint Anthony, claiming it always works. "Saint Anthony, you mean?" I ask.

My mom , suggests we ask Saint Anthony to come over and look for the key instead. "He's a saint, so he's been dead for a long time," I tell her. "If you think a dead man is going to help you find the key, good luck," she retorts.

but I decide to pray, and, my prayers are answered when a neighbor finds the key gives it to the apartment office.

But then, there was my uncle, who I was staying with at the time. Now, this guy, he was all about food and clearance sales. Anytime I’d order a plain pizza, he’d show up with a mountain of toppings and say, “They have 32 toppings on sale today! You didn’t come to America to eat plain pizza!” He’d drive all over town for the best deals, rebates, and coupons, all while blasting country music in the background. I’m talking George Strait: “Amarillo by mornin’, up from San Antone…” “Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way…” And then one day, my uncle got this bright idea to open a restaurant. He found a spot where the owners were divorcing, so he signed the lease right away, convinced he was going to discover "secret recipes." He’d talk about his restaurant plans for hours, and it was like listening to a Spanish radio station you didn’t quite understand. He named the place “Nimo's Restaurant” after himself, of course, and he went all in with this crazy fusion menu: spicy lasagna, butter chicken pasta, paneer parmigiana. You know, keeping it authentic! But then, he orders a vacuum cleaner for the restaurant and doesn’t get the $10 rebate he was promised. This becomes his new mission. He’s on the phone with customer service like, “I sent in the form, the proof of purchase, the UPC code, my birth certificate, and I still didn’t get my rebate!” He couldn’t let it go. He was writing letters like it was 1942, while I’m telling him, “Uncle, it’s just $10.” And he’s like, “It’s not about the money; it’s about the principles of life!” Finally, customer service tells him the rebate expired. But he’s not done. He’s like, “I’m going to fight for this rebate!” For him, it was like a battle anthem playing in the background: “From this moment, life has begun From this moment, you are the one… And I'm gonna fight for the rebate!”

[liptonsbabe]

hi i was wondering when time part 3 was coming out i really loved part 1 and 2 and im really curious about whats going to happen next

Time [J.B] Pt.3.1

Summary: Your mother's will was about to be opened and you decided to travel to hear it. Jacob thinks he's lost you forever, but a call from Edward brings you back to Forks. A sacred promise will bind you to Bella beyond death.

Word count: idk. It's too long lol

Warnings: angst. Pure angst. Angst series. I love angst lol

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I was so busy with school and my korean lessons that i have no time to write. I’m on vacations now so i’m going to update a lot more!. If you have some wolfpack request you can drop it in my box! :D. btw this is the part 3.1, part 3.2 will be updated tomorrow!

Same note as ever english not my mother language so tell me if something is wrong. Enjoy!

"Okay, that's enough, get up."

Charlie came into your room, he walked over to your bed and pulled the covers away from your face. You growled angrily, stretching your arms out wanting to reach for the covers but Charlie pushed them away as far as he could. Then you plopped back down on the bed, covering your face with the pillow. Your father sighed.

"It's been two months, how long do you plan to live like this?"

"A couple more months, i think."

"It's not funny. I want you to leave this room now. Geez, first Bella and now you?”

"I don't know what are you talking about."

"You know very well what I'm talking about. Being sad all the time, not leaving the house, ditching your friends, the screaming in the night..."

"I've never screamed."

"...the nightly groans that wake me up thinking you're hurt" he corrected. You sighed "It's not normal. And I don't think it's right that you're going through that for a boy. Your behavior has changed and I don't like it. I've talked to Billy and Jacob isn't any better. It seems...it seems like being apart...it seems like it physically hurt you guys."

You felt Charlie sit next to you putting his open hand on your waist caressing you lovingly. He was sick worried and it wasn't fair for him to carry so many burdens on top of the ones he already had because of his job. You uncovered your face and without daring to look at him you shook your head.

"That's silly."

"Then don't make me think in that possibility. I don't know what happened between you two and I'm not going to pressure you to tell me, but I'd like you to at least try to resume your life outside these four walls. You're about to start college and you haven't even picked a school."

"I’ll do it later."

"When?"

"When I wanted to do it, Dad, it's not your decision to make."

"Your mother wouldn't be happy to see you like this."

Your heart stopped for a second and the pain in your chest intensified. Charlie was right. The last thing your mother would want was to see you in rags leaving your dreams behind, however, you didn't feel like starting a new chapter in your life was a good idea when the previous ones weren't finished yet. Besides, the anniversary of your mother's death was near and it made you sensitive to remember the past.

"Please don't mention her."

"About that" he said, stroking your matted hair "Early in the morning your aunt called to talk about your mother. It's her fifteenth anniversary and her will is to be opened. Your aunt wants you to travel to Tennessee and be there at the reading."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but it seems like a good idea if you ask me" You saw Charlie smile slowly, his hand was caressing your arms making them warm. You noticed the concern for you in his brown eyes and felt sorry for him "I think getting away from here for a while-"

"I don't want to go away" you replied. For the past two months you had suffered through hell being away from Jacob and you knew that leaving Forks would make everything worse. You didn't want to see Jacob in your life, but you also didn't want him to be in pain so deep that it would kill him. Besides, you didn't know what would happen to you if you decided to move thousands of miles away.

"It's for the best, honey."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"I don't want you to leave either" Charlie smiled. If he could save one of his daughters from marrying a boy in a hurry then he would "But if your mother's sister called it means it's about something important, don't you think? Besides, it's about mom. Do it for her."

Your heart ached. You loved your mother and even though it had been a while since she died you felt very attached to her. You thought about it for a long time. You didn't want to hurt Jacob but you didn't want to disappoint your mom either, you loved her and she loved you. Then you thought Jacob could live with that. He would endure the pain of feeling you away and if he didn't then you were willing to die from the pain. Jacob hadn't broken the bond yet. He'd rather live with feeling a wounded heart than lose you forever. He was a selfish bastard and you weren't going to let him. Not anymore

You sat up in bed. Charlie jumped in surprise and stared at you. You squeezed your temples for a moment clearing your mind and replied:

"Okay, I'll go."

"Really?"

"Really. You're right. I can't do this to her."

"Your aunt will be so happy to see you" You smiled "So, what do you want me to tell Jacob?" asked Charlie. You frowned. The truth was that since the fight he had been looking for you at home and calling you on the phone, but you never answered his calls. Charlie asked Jacob for some time for you to relax and that you would pick up the phone when you were ready, even though you both knew that wouldn't happen. You had your pride. You were going to hold on to it with all your might.

"Nothing. I don't want you to tell him anything. He doesn't have to know I'm gone" you lied. He would know it throught the bond "And if he gets a hint of it don't tell him where I am."

"Don't worry, I won't."

"Dad, don't you want to come with me?"

"Ah, I'd love to, but I have work and I can't leave the station alone, you know" you nodded. You didn't want to leave your father alone "Anyway I'll keep an eye out for anything that happens and you can call me anytime"

"Okay."

"Okay, start packing, I'll book your flight"

Charlie came out of your room and went down the stairs two at a time. He picked up the phone and you heard him speak quickly. You stood up and walked to the mirror, you looked terrible and the bags under your eyes showed how little rest you had had the last few months. You were noticeably thinner and your hair was starting to get greasy. You decided to quit  any thoughts of Jacob and concentrate on your trip. You were excited to see your mother's family again, although you were worried about leaving Charlie alone and having him neglect himself by prioritizing his work. You thought about talking to Billy and asking him to take care of your father, however, you gave up. That meant being close to Jacob, smelling his scent and feeling his warm skin and you knew that if that happened you wouldn't have the strength to leave.

No way, Charlie would have to be reasonabl and take care of himself until you returned.

You touched your chest. The pain was still there. You had to be strong. If you had endured that pain for two months, then you could endure it some more, this time adding a few miles to it.

You weren't going to stop for Jacob Black. Not anymore.

Suddenly you thought your mother's will had been the reason to get out of bed and end the sadness. It wasn't worth it. If Jacob preferred Bella then he didn't mind feeling the pain you were now feeling as long as he was still tied to her.

With that thought you went into the shower, ready for the water to wash away the traces of your sorrow.

The truth was that leaving Forks was harder than you tought. You were determined to move on with your life and returning to your mother's hometown seemed like the best thing you could do, but the pain in your chest was a permanent reminder of what you were leaving behind.

The last few hours of the flight were pure hell. The priming pain grew as you got closer to Tennessee and on your road trip the choking sensation was unbearable. Your aunt, who had picked you up at the airport, saw you in bad shape during the drive and you brushed it off by saying that car rides made you dizzy. She guffawed without noticing how your hands clenched trying to keep you conscious.

"Your mother used to get the same way when we went to visit our grandparents' house uptown. She had to take motion sickness pills and bring a paper bag with her. Once he threw up twice before he was halfway there."

"Is it much farther to go?" you asked as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the back of the seat

"Nah. We took longer than usual because of the traffic, but we'll be home in five minutes"

"Great."

"Charlie's okay?"

"Yeah, Dad's been working a lot, you know"

"When I talked to him he said you've been really down lately, do you want to tell me what happened?" you shook your head. The last thing you wanted was to remember every single thing that hurt you when the pain of the bond was trying to kill you. Your aunt nodded not wanting to push you "Okay, no worries."

"Thanks."

"And what about Bella, what happened to her?"

"She got married"

"Really? Ah, amazing. She's very young, tho"

"And Edward's a weirdo" Your aunt laughed

"You don't seem to like him too much"

"It's not that. It's really not my problem, Bella chose him and I don't want to talk about it. It's just... I don't know, it's annoying."

"Ah, I get it. Jelousy."

"I'm not jealous."

"It's okay, after all it's always been the two of you against the world. That someone else took her away from you..."

"You know Bella and I stopped being close a long time ago" you replied half opening your eyes to look at the window. The house that was your grandparents' could be seen from the rearview mirror "When she came to Forks she changed. It seemed as if Edward had molded her as his wish. I don't like this new Bella."

"I'm sure Bella is still the same innocent, clumsy, good-hearted little girl I knew years ago" your aunt said as she parked in the driveway. She looked at you with a smile and stroked your chin "Just because she had fallen in love doesn't make her a stranger to you. That's what love does, it changes people for better or worse. No one is the same after meeting their soul mate. Someday it will happen to you too, honey, and you'll understand what I'm talking about. Come on, I'll carry your bags."

Your aunt got out of the car, opened the back door and took your few suitcases deftly. You were left alone for a moment thinking about her words. Love had changed Bella, that was a fact, but it had also changed you and that was no sin. Maybe you had been misjudging Bella all this time and Edward was what she needed to be what she really wanted to be and to feel happy. Bella had made it, she was now married to Edward and not even death was going to be able to tear them apart. Edward would have to turn her into a vampire at some point and then you and Charlie would be just a memory.

The thought of that made you sick. Bella would see her parents and you die at some point and that was the price she had to pay for choosing to join her existence to Edward's and you wondered if the pain you felt in your chest was your price to pay for Jacob’s or if this was just a taste of what was in store for you later.

You sighed. Whatever it was you were ready for it.

You got out of the car and walked up the driveway. Everything was just as you remembered it and even the front of the house still had the down marks with which you and Bella had written your names intertwined. The main living room had a more opaque tapestry, but it didn't make much difference from before. The furniture was the same and the stairs were now lined with a plush brown carpet.

You took off your shoes feeling the plushness caress your feet and for the first time in a long time you felt happy. That house brought back many memories and the face of your living mother was one of them. Living in Forks you had forgotten how it felt to be in Tennessee where you had spent the best years of your life. That ended when your mother died and Charlie became so engrossed in his work to forget the pain that you didn't set foot in that house again until that time.

You saw your aunt come down the stairs reaching out her hands to take yours. You were a little cold and the shock of memories had made you sensitive. Your aunt patted your arms.

"Are you all right, little one?"

"Yes. It's been a long time since I've been here."

"Well, after your mother died a lot of things changed. I left this house and your father took you with him to Forks, so there was no one to take over the property til now, I hope" she said, looking at you with a smile. You didn't understand her gesture "The reading of the will is scheduled for today. The notary is already in my father's office, but if you are too tired we can schedule it for another day. There is no rush at all."

"I'm fine," you replied. Suddenly you felt that house filling you with an unfamiliar energy and the presence of the imprinting didn't seem to burn your heart. Your aunt tilded her head, trying to know if you were lying "I can handle a couple more hours awake. Please, let's do it now."

"Okay. Come with me."

You remembered Grandpa's office. It was a huge room filled with pictures and photographs. His mahogany desk was still in the same place as always and his wine bottles were perfectly lined up on the shelf. A huge painting of your mother hung on the right wall. You stopped to look at it and smiled. Your mother was a beautiful woman and you could see how happy she was through her smile. Her hair was down and her eyes were sparkling. That was a good portrait. A very good portrait that made you think you were seeing your mother alive in front of you.

Next to it was a picture of your grandparents with your mother and aunt. They were only children so they had grown up very close to each other. It was sad to think of how your aunt had been left with nothing and you were the only family she had now.

Memories floated back to you in a rush. You walked over to the desk finding a framed sheet of paper. On it was a drawing you and Bella made for him. Your stomach churned. You didn't know your grandfather treasured things like that.

Bella wasn't one of his family, yet they always made her feel welcome. Renee allowed Bella to sleep there and your aunt and Bella's mom were friends. There was always a cordial treatment and that made things more easier. You wished nothing had changed. That your mother and grandparents were still alive and that time had not passed and that Bella and you were still those little girls without fear of the future.

But time was a strange fortune and you knew that perfectly well.

You sat next to your aunt and greeted the notary with a smile. He asked your name, your age and where you lived. You felt uncomfortable for a moment, so your aunt took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze and promised you that everything would be fine. You answered the questions and after the notary asked for your mother’s sister consent to continue, he opened your grandfather's desk and from it took out a sealed yellow folder.

"You may not know who i am, but I’ve been a family friend for so many years and I still remember your face perfectly" he said with a bright smile."You were a little girl back then. Time flies by, doesn't it?"

"It does."

"And now we're here fifteen years later."

"To hear mom's will, I know, my aunt told me."

"Right. Before anything else I want you to know that I was very fond of your mother and I’m sorry to said that i was the person that heard her last wishes before she died. She was a great woman and I promised myself to protect her will and respect her wishes. So, I would like you to listen carefully and ask your questions at the end."

You and your aunt nodded. Your back suddenly tensed and your aunt grabbed your hands under the desk. You were nervous. The notary began to open the envelope and you thought some kind of surprise would come out of it and explode in your face.

The man pulled out a single white sheet of paper and against the light you saw your mother's beautiful handwriting. Your eyes stung. You wanted to cry.

The notary read the paper with his galsses down. The first words were an affectionate greeting your mother had left for you, followed by a very long paragraph where she said how lucky she was to have you and how happy you made her. Without realizing it, the tears came out and soaked your cheeks. The man continued and when the will entered the estate section he paused for a whole minute.

"Charlie is a good father, he'll do anything to protect you and himself, but god knows that man is so clueless that he'll end up living in the police station at some point. I don't doubt about his abilities to take care of you, not at all! but I wish once in a while you and him and Bella could get away from the everyday a little bit, you know, maybe a vacation would be good for you! and this house is just right for it. With your grandparent’s death this house wasn't the same anymore, it doesn't make sense that a place full of memories get wasted like that, so first of all I would like you to have it, Y/N. Take it it’s yours"

You wiped your tears and looked at your aunt. She looked at you and stroked your hair.

"I always knew your mother would do something like this."

"But she can't, can she? Bequeath something that isn't hers."

"What do you mean?"

"This isn’t right" you replied "She can't do something like that. This house is yours too, I couldn't take it"

"Why not? You heard what your mother thought about it and I agree with her. When my parents died this place lost meaning. Your mother died too and I was left with no reason to be here. The pain of memories was stronger than me and I couldn't deal with it. This house is your grandparents' inheritance to your mother and me, half of everything is mine, but I'm willing to give that up if you accept your mother's last will"

"I couldn't" You refused "Dispossess yourself of your house..."

"For God's sake, don't put words in my mouth that I haven't said" she let out a laugh "You're not dispossessing me of anything. I am the one who is handing you what i have. It was your mother's wish and now it is mine."

"If that’s so then I will need your signature here" the notary said to your aunt. She nodded and without another word she accepted the pen he extended to her. You noticed that the man was handing her a sort of contract where she was donating her part of the house to you without any interest in between. Your eyes glistened with tears. It seemed as if your mother had planned that from the beginning knowing that at some point your broken heart would need time alone to put its pieces back together.

The notary sealed the contract and continued reading.

"Finally, I want you to know that it was never my will to leave you. If life could grant me a wish that would be to be by your side forever, to see you grow and have your own family, however I know that that will not be possible. I won't be with you to share everything I planned when I knew I was expecting you, but I know that Charlie will, and with Bella you’ll be happy. I love you, little one. Being your mother was the best thing that could have happened to me. Forever and always. Mom. Well, that was it" You sobbed one last time feeling your aunt's hands squeezing yours "As you know it has been fifteen years and it was time for the will to be opened. Your presence was very important and I appreciate you coming."

"This...all of this...is very confusing."

"Why?"

"This house would have to be yours" you told her. Your aunt smiled "I... Dad knew, didn't he?, that's why he insisted me to come?"

"There was no way for any of us to know, but we sensed it. Your mother loved this place and she also knew that the memories of what was here would destroy me. But not you, not her brave little girl."

"It's... great. Really great. I don't know... what should I do?"

"What about... to move here?"

"What?"

Your voice sounded louder than you expected and they both looked at you in surprise. You cringed in embarrassment, shrank back in your seat and waited for one of them to respond. The notary felt the tension between you two, he apologized and then he left. Your aunt sighed

"Wouldn't you like to?"

"It's not that. I... What about Forks?"

"What about it?"

"How could I leave? The people I love are there. My friends, my school, my father."

"Honey, you're about to start college and there are some very good schools here where you could start from scratch. Charlie will be fine on his own, he's a grown man and can take care of himself. friends? honey, I've been in contact with your father for month, do you think he didn't tell me the way you ditched your friends and locked yourself in your room?" You shrugged your shoulders

"I don't want to left Charlie."

"He'll understand."

"He'll be alone."

"Baby, I know it's not Charlie you're worried about. That Jacob guy...do you love him?"

You looked at your aunt. Surely your father had told her everything and the two of them had planned to get you out of Forks as soon as possible. Your situation with Jacob was getting worse every day and Charlie was beyond tired

Thinking about Jacob brought back the pain of the bond. You needed to be with him, to feel his warmth and hold him til you forgot the hurt you had done to each other, however, that was no longer an option and moving to Tennessee was the perfect opportunity to leave the wounds of a hellish love in the past.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Whatever happened between us...it was a mistake. He never loved me and I held onto him as long as I could. It was a mistake. You're right, it's better for me to stay, to rebuild my life here."

“are you sure?”

“I am”

Your aunt hugged you.

"Will you be okay?"

For a second fear filled your chest. No, you weren't going to be okay. At some point the bond would become so strained that it would end up killing you, but you were willing to take the risk. You were no longer going to give in for Jacob Black. He was left in the past with Forks and that's where he was going to stay.

That night your aunt made a nice dinner and you saw old pictures together. Remembrance were heavy and made you melancholy, though remembering the old days where your life seemed to be easier comforted you wonderfully. Your aunt talked and talked through dinner and when the clock on the dining room wall struck one o'clock in the morning she let you go to your room.

Your bags were already there. That room was the one you and Bella shared every time you visited your grandparents' house and it hadn't changed at all. You didn't bother to turn on the lights,so yout lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling that was lit by the phosphorescent stars that Bella had hung up long ago.

You were worried about Charlie, you didn't want to leave him alone and you didn't want to abandon the pack either. Jacob was a complete jerk, but the rest of the boys were your friends and you loved them. Your heart couldn't handle being away from your friends, but it wasn't going to handle having Jacob so close after what had happened either.

You closed your eyes tightly. Maybe begin again was for the best. For you, for Jacob, for everyone.

Your stomach churned. You were afraid, was that what you really needed to end the pain or would you just put it off as long as you could?

"Y/N, Charlie's on the phone!" your aunt announced from the second floor. You rolled over on the bed and grabbed the phone from the stool, put it against your ear and listened to your father's breathing on the other end

"Hi, dad."

"Hi, little one, how are you?"

"Fine, is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, no. I was just... calling cause I wanted to know how your flight was. I waited for you to do it but apparently you didn't have much time."

"I'm sorry" you whispered "I forgot."

"It's okayt."

"Dad" You interrupted him. You looked up at the ceiling again. Charlie cleared his throat "You planned this didn't you, you and my aunt?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You guys knew what Mom had put in her will."

"Something like that."

"And that's why you asked me to come."

"It was what your mother wanted."

"Dad..."

"Your mother and I talked about it a long time ago. When your grandparents died the house would be left alone and your aunt would close it. You moving there seemed like the best option for you. I wasn't going to let you repeat Bella's story. Suffering for a boy, changing for him and believing you can't live without him around”

"You should have told me the truth, that you wanted to get rid of me when i asked you."

"It wasn't easy for me to let go of my little girl so her heart could heal."

"What about you, are you going to stay alone in Forks?"

"Of course, I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, sure."

"At least i’ll try."

You both laughed and Charlie sighed into the speaker.

"I love you, (Y/N) "

"I love you, Dad."

You chatted for a while til Charlie realized it was too late for you to be awake so he said goodbye, asking you to take care of yourself and try to pick up where you left off. He hung up shortly after although the phone rang again immediately.

"Dad, I was just about to go to sleep, what-?"

"It's me" Your breath stopped as you heard Jacob's voice like a whisper. Your heart raced and the pain in your chest that you had been trying to suppress all day hit you hard. Your hands shook and suddenly everything seemed to spin "Please don't hang up, talk to me."

"How... how did you get this number?"

"It doesn’t matter."

"It does for me. Charlie gave it to you?"

"He would never do that. Not after what happened."

"So it was Billy, wasn’t he?"

Jacob fell silent, but you knew you'd hit the nail on the head.

"He saw the number in Charlie's address book while he was at your home."

You bit your lips avoiding saying anything about it. You loved Billy, but he had crossed the line. You understood why he did it, Billy kept believing that time would change his son so he could love you, yet you knew that wasn't possible and the only thing time would do would be to help you both deal with the pain.

Jacob sighed.

"Please don't blame him, dad just wanted to help."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"can we just... talk? no fights, no screams, just talk" .

"About what?"

Jacob thought hard, so hard, that he was silent for about five minutes just listening to the sound of your breathing. That didn't make sense, but you still refused to hang up and Jacob did the same. You bit your lips and your eyes stung when you heard him say:

"I miss you."

A sarcastic laugh came out of your mouth.

"How long were you rehearsing that in front of the mirror?"

"What?"

"It was hard for you to say, wasn't it?, Damn, you really must be rotten on pain that you preferred to settle for the imprint you got and keep the bond from killing you."

"That's not what this is about."

"Then what is it about?"

"It's been a while... I thought we could talk, try again, for real this time."

"My attempts were always real, Jacob. I don't know what you were doing all this time but I gave you more than you deserved."

"I know and I'm sorry."

"And now that I'm gone... now that I'm gone you feel the strain of the bond and that has forced you to seek relief anywhere. I can feel your pain, the latent despair burning your chest and trying to kill you every second of the day. I know, I feel it right now, but you know what, screw that, Jacob. I hate this, i hate you. It’s a nightmare. Imprinting isn't finding your soul mate, it's a curse . It's a disease that eats away at you and being with the person you've imprinted on is like medicine: you don't want to take it, it makes you sick and turns your stomach but you need it to feel good and there's nothing else in the world that gives you that same relief as what's tailor-made. I'm sick of it and I'm not willing to go back to that."

"What do you mean?"

"I left Forks and i'm not going back."

"What?, You can’t be serious!"

"I'm dead serious."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to. That's how leaving works, isn't it?, you go away and leave everything behind, including people. That's what you did. Now I'm doing the same thing."

"What will happen to us-our bond?"

Your throat closed up. You hated feeling so vulnerable

"Break it."

"No way. The pain would eventually kill you."

"I'm ready for that. I'll resist."

"I'm not going to do it."

"Would you rather if i do it?"

"I love you" he said and your lips parted "I realized it in the time we've been apart. I think I always have and I didn't know it until I couldn't feel your presence anymore. I was confused and didn't know what to do. Now I know and I want to make amends for my mistakes, starting with being honest with you. The imprinting doesn't speak for me, this is my soul calling for you, can you believe me?"

You sighed.

"I'm hanging up."

"Tell me what you need and I'll do it" He pleaded in a whisper. You imagined him resting his head against the kitchen wall. He was desperate and your heart wanted to give in to him.

Nothing was going to change, it was too late. You loved him, but you couldn't wait for him anymore. Life would get out of your hands and you were not willing to tolerate an intermittent love.

Yet he seemed honest. You'd never seen him talk like that or plead like that before. Jacob must’ve been really desperate to call and ask for another chance. Either way it was all done and now it was thousands of miles between you two. You weren't coming back and if Jacob really wanted to redeem himself then he would have to endure the pain he once put you through.

Your hands pressed against the phone. The clock struck quarter past three in the morning.

"Time" you said and hung up the call.

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[hoonhrt]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK

: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader

: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)

: warnings —  mentions of vomiting and being ill 

: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:

“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”

he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.

HED BE SO WHINY :((

wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”

croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup

only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him

once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food

you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐

he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life

he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair

leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

tries to convince you he is okay #1

“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”

doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(

he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)

everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm

spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him

sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!

i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate

like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)

all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep

like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((

pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake

his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout

baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!

DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.

like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side

even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala

lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying

“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.

you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself

gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards

you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY

treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!

pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

the only one actually capable of taking care of himself 

he just seems very normal when he is sick 

like he can definitely be on his own 

lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick 

but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him 

which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe 

it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you 

the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair 

which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that 

falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic

“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily 

nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :((( 

you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)    

brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :(( 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2

will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side 

“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO” 

REFUSES to take his medicine 

will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head 

you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it 

takes the medicine but gags while taking it 

“wheres my cuddles huh 😐” 

so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck 

sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about 

you guys watch movies together the whole day 

wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better 

he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks 

buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon 

tries to convince you he is fine #2

but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :(( 

he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad 

whimpers so much :(( 

he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time 

you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love 

“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle 

jungwon falls in love with you so much more

like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again 

really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples 

he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy 

you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain 

will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked 

mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things 

thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :( 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

sleep. all he will do is sleep. 

he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep 

sprawls his entire body on top of yours 

he literally traps your body so you cant get out 

you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep 

and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny 

“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️” 

very grumpy 

you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy 

how cute 

ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him) 

so he just whines all day 

whines when you tell him you have to take medicine 

whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat 

whines when you aren’t cuddling him 

so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3 

LOVES BACK RUBS 

your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud 

pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3 

[kazewhara]

ok hear me out. im imagining college au kazuha..who always goes out with you to get you coffee at 7 am i the morning…who always wakes you up when you’re starting to fall asleep during lectures…who always walks you to your next class…and at the end of a stressful day, you go to his house and cuddle with him till you both fall asleep. kazuha just sounds so caring omgg <3

college au!kazuha who...

...despite his not being a morning person, routinely comes to your apartment and spends the morning with you. more often than not, he's catching up on sleep while you get ready. he'll sit at your table with his head resting his folded arms, his hair still a bit fluffy and messy from waking up. once you're ready, you poke him until he wakes, and you usher a yawning kazuha to your bathroom where you tame his hair. he loves when you're in his hair -- maybe a bit too much. he'll probably fall back asleep. the only way you really get him awake is if he feels you pulling his hair into pigtails. (which he doesn't mind, but he's not gonna go out like that!) kazuha calls you his "morning angel" -- says something cheesy about how seeing you always wakes him up. you'll call him a sap and he'll ask for a kiss, and like that, your morning will officially begin.

...always orders the same thing in the mornings: a fresh croissant and green tea. he also has your order memorized to a perfect T, each little detail engraved in his mind. you have his order memorized too -- you know exactly how many sugars he wants and how to get the freshest croissant from the cafe. the first time you brought him his stuff perfectly, he gave you a smile that could melt a glacier. "you really are my morning angel," he'd said to you.

...has a thing for poking your side whenever he catches you dozing in your shared lectures. sometimes, to keep you awake, he'll take your hand in his and toy with it; his fingers are warm and a little bit calloused, and his grip on your hand is always firm. kazuha will start thumb wars with you knowing full well that you can never beat him. your competitive side will flare and you'll be awake -- his work here is done.

...seeks you out when his classes end for the day. on some days, your classes end later than his, so when you walk out the classroom or lecture hall, you'll find him seated on a bench somewhere, his glasses perched on his nose as he reads to pass the time. other times, if his classes end late, he will find you with your head pressed against the wall, dozing as you wait for him to show up. he'll cup your face in one hand and press his thumb gently into your skin until you wake.

...always recognizes when you've had a hard day. if you're not feeling talkative, he'll ask you questions and accept your curt responses; he'll then jump right into action, having memorized what to do in these situations. more often than not, you two end up at his place with him laying on top of you (or vice versa), his weight so grounding, his presence so soothing that you feel the stress of the day leave you. other days, he'll take you to the riverside, where the sound of the water and the rustle of the leaves will prompt you to unload your every burden on him. he takes it all in stride and listens eagerly every time. he can't do much to fix your problems, but his promise to stay by your side is more than enough for you.

...often wakes up from your shared naps first and tickles your nose with his hair to wake you. he's hungry; wake up!

...resorts to peppering kisses on your face when you don't wake up fast enough for him. your grumbles of irritation will become peals of laughter, and when your pretty eyes open, kazuha will stop for a moment just to admire you in all your drowsy glory. he's so lucky to have you.

✦ i'm sorry, i couldn't resist, i had to build on these :( ♡

[idy-ll-ique]

Just Peachy.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute

Requested: nope

Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!

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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.

Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.

Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."

Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.

She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.

Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.

Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"

He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.

At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.

Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.

He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.

"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.

Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.

"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."

Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.

God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.

She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.

"Baby?"

"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.

"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."

I love you, too.

"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.

Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."

And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.

"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."

"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."

"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.

"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."

"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.

She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"

"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

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"Ran…"

Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.

Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"

"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.

"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."

"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.

Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.

He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.

Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."

It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.

His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.

How had she gotten so lucky?

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[eligaxy]

Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

[shoutogepi]

Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something�� anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

hi i absolutely loved ur blind!harry post and him being a dad, he’s so loving i wanna cry!! ur so talented 🤗

i have some more concepts lol, they are all over the place but like i wanted to send sooo 👀 ps- sorry if i’ve repeated some too i can’t remember what i’ve said b4 🥺

- can u imagine christmas’s with the styles household!! like i can totally see it being harry’s baby’s first xmas, he brings they over with y/n to anne’s and he’s BEAMING!!!!!!! the bubs is gonna be spoiled so bad and like they are all sitting round the table and harry can hear you talking to anne abt harry and how good of a dad he is, he’s holding the bubs and is feeling the xmas joy 😝(i’m so excited for xmas)

- and decorating A TREE!!!!!! like the ornaments are different colours and don’t go at all, but you keep it bc it’s ur tree so like who cares???? it’s a masterpiece in harry’s and ur opinion duh

- ahh the small dates u would have 🥺☹️🥲… picnic in the park, holding hands and feeding strawberries to each other… to spontaneous flashy dates to a local ‘fancy’ (in ur opinion) restaurant!!!! harry would look so handsome in a suit and a colourful tie he asked u to pick!!!! emo rn 🤗

- imagine harry meeting ur parents and prior he would be insecure and like embarrassed bc he feels like a burden and stuff. basically just super nervous about knocking into stuff while at ur parents house 🥺 ofc u would reassure him bc like ur parents would be SO EXCITED to meet him, u constantly praise him duhh- it all turns out all right tho

that’s all my loveeee!!!! low-key they are crap lol but hey ho. have a good day ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

OH MY GOD BABY YOU ARE BACK! IVE MISSED YOU!!! THESE ARE SO FUCKING CUTEEEEE! IM SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS I ALREADY HAVE MY TREE UP! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN!!!

Omg Christmas would be so fun. Harry would love the smells of the pine and all of the Christmas music and hearing Finnley try and sing along to the songs would make him happier than ever. Finny would be sitting in harrys lap while he drinks some egg nog out of his sippy cup, Harry cuddling into him. “He’s just so caring with Fin, and Finnley is obsessed with him. I can’t help but get jealous sometimes, he is such a daddy’s boy.” Harry would smile and lean into Finnley, kissing the side of his head.

“Want more nog-nog?” Harry asks, it’s what Finnley has started calling egg nog this holiday season.

He would agree and Harry would take him to the kitchen, passing his mum and Y/n. “Dada jingle!” Finnley would smile, patting his chest while he gets him more egg nog. “Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!” Harry starts singing for him, bouncing him on his hip making his boy clap.

“See,” Y/n smiles. “He’s perfect.”

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Decorating the tree would be one of the family’s favorite parts of the holiday

The rainbow lights on their tree the only thing glowing in the room beside the fireplace. “Can baby finny put this on the tree?” Y/n would ask, handing Finnley the ornament from his first Christmas. He would squeal and walk toward the tree, placing it in ever so delicately. And once they were all done with the ornaments and tinsel and what not Harry would lift Finnley to the top of the tree and have him place the star on the top.

“You did it finny! Good job!” Harry would coos, instantly pulling him down and kissing all over his face making y/n over emotional while she rubs her 7 month bump.

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UGH STOP THE DATES THEY WOULD HAVE AFTER GETTING ENGAGED OR FINDING OUT Y/n IS PREGNANT WITH FIN

they would go out to the beach and have another date their like they did at the start of their friendship. Harry of course loving feeling the sand. “Can’t believe we’re having a baby. I have never been so happy. And I’m having a baby with my best friend.” Harry pouts, kissing over her little bump and rubbing her bump slowly while they cuddle and drink their sparkling grape juice since y/n can’t celebrate with wine or champagne.

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Omg please this is so cute

It would be a bit into their relationship, going to visit their family during spring break at their uni. “Don’t be nervous, they are gonna love you!” Y/n smiles, kissing him before she hops out of the car and leads harry to the from door.

She would ring the door bell, the front yard decorated in bunny’s and pastel colors for spring. Once the parents open the door they would be a little shocked, Y/n never even alluded to him being blind.

“Hi!!” She would squeal and hug her parents, pulling harry into the house with her and introducing him to her parents, “this is Harry! Harry, these are my parents!” She would squeal, leading Harrys hand to her parents that were stuck out to shake his hand.

They would go along the day, talking about spring break plans and other random stuff to catch up and get to know eachother better. Eventually Harry would have to take a wee and whisper it to Y/n. “Oh, I’ll show you the way.” She would grab his hands while he grabs his walking stick. He ends up bumping his knee on the coffee table, worried there may have been drinks on it. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not very familiar with your home.”

And by the end of the visit they would end up falling in love with the boy.

AHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOU SENT THESE IN!! YOU ALWAYS SEND IN THE MOST AMAZING CONCEPT IT MAKES MY DAY!

[ukeishin]

— where did you go?

note: first attack on titan fic on this account!! im excited, but at the same time nervous??? pls be nice lol.

pairing: eren yeager & gender neutral (bff!) reader

word count: 1437

warning: angst, reader has neglectful parents, brief gore, aot 112 spoilers

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When you think about your childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the Yeager household.

Your parents were admittedly not the best. They were neglectful to say the least, and often left you to your own devices, not caring for what sort of trouble you may find yourself in. As long as you didn’t do anything that had the Garrison at their front door, they didn’t care what you did. You took advantage of that fact and spent the majority of your days outside of the stifling walls of your home, exploring the district of Shiganshina. It was during one of these days that you had stumbled upon Eren Yeager, or rather he had stumbled upon you.

You had been walking down a quiet side street, minding your business, when a boy had come barrelling through and knocked you to the ground. He landed on top of you with a yelp while you grunted in pain at the rough impact of your back suddenly connecting with the dirt ground.

“Eren!” A high feminine voice calls out before a series of quickening footsteps rang throughout the air until a woman stands above both you and the boy still lying on top of you. He groans, eyes widening when he realizes that there’s someone underneath him, and scrambles as quickly as he can off of you. “This is why you shouldn’t run off like that,” the woman chides the boy, who cries out when she pinches his ear.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” She turns your attention to you, a worried expression across her face as she offers a hand to you. You’re unsure of how to react with the sudden concern for your well-being and give her a jerky nod in response.

“I’m alright, ma’am,” you say, wincing when she helps ease you back up to your feet. Her brows knit together when she sees the flash of pain that crosses your face.

“Oh dear, you skinned your palms,” she mutters. Her hands are gentle against yours as she flips your palms face up to get a better look at them. Your face warms as you attempt to withdraw your hands from her loose grip.

“It’s alright,” you sputter out, a bit uncomfortable that a stranger is treating you so kindly. The boy, who you presume to be Eren, stands beside the woman, peering at your hands that now hang loosely by your side.

“You’re bleeding,” he points out. “My dad says stuff like that can get infected if you don’t treat it properly.”

You choke on your own spit at the thought of your wounds getting infected.

“Eren, you’re going to scare the poor child by saying that,” the woman reprimands. In a much gentler voice, she turns back to you: “Those scrapes look rather painful. I’d like to make sure they get cleaned, especially since my son here knocked you over.” She punctuates the word son with a stern look addressed at Eren, who huffs and looks away while color floods his cheeks.

“Our home isn’t too far away and my husband is a doctor who can take a look at your palms.” You pause, thinking it over. You really don’t want to be a problem for this nice lady, but your palms are beginning to sting a lot. She must notice your hesitation because she gives you a reassuring smile. “I insist, honey.”

“Okay,” you slowly say, causing the woman to beam at you.

“My name’s Carla Yeager and this is my son Eren,” she introduces as she begins to lead you back to their home. You give your name as well, and small talk is made on the walk. Carla inquires about your family, but quickly moves on from the topic when she notices how uncomfortable the subject makes you. Eren interjects at one point and you slip into an easy conversation with the boy.

Once you arrive at their home and Carla explains the situation to her husband, who regards you with a friendly expression, he motions for you to sit down in front of him so he can take a look at your hand. In no time, Grisha gently disinfects the shallow scrapes, prompting you to grimace at the stinging sensation, and then carefully wraps your palms up.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Yeager,” you say once he’s finished. You shift around in your seat, unsure of what to do now that he’s done. Picking up on your restlessness from the kitchen, Carla suggests that you go play with Eren, who doesn’t look displeased with the idea and grabs your wrist before heading out the door.

That was your first introduction to the Yeager family. 

Eren and you quickly became friends, and it wasn’t long until your presence in the Yeager household came to be expected. Although you liked to skirt around the subject, Grisha and Carla were aware of your relationship with your parents and always assured you that you were more than welcome at their home no matter what. You were Eren’s first friend, but soon your duo became a trio when you two had defended Armin from some bullies and then a quartet when the Yeagers took in Mikasa after the murder of her parents.

Your childhood is full of fond memories. Helping Carla and Mikasa with the laundry, despite Carla’s insistence that you didn’t have to. Attentively listening to Grisha patiently explain how to treat minor cuts and bruises given that your group of friends tends to find themselves in trouble of one sort or another. Running around the streets of Shiganshina with your friends and relaxing beside one of the canals underneath the heat of the afternoon sun. Eating meals with the Yeagers, unable to quell the overwhelming happiness that you have people in your life that are like a real family to you.

But good things never last, do they? 

You’re reminded of this fact when Hannes drags you away from the one place you considered home as you can do nothing but watch as Carla Yeager gets eaten by a Titan.

You’ll never forget the sickening sound of her bones breaking as the Titan squeezed her in its hand nor the feeling of her warm blood spraying onto your face as it bit down onto her torso. The image of Carla Yeager being eaten is seared into your memory from that point onward and haunts your dreams nearly every night.

It’s been years since that day. You, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin have stuck together ever since then. You’re older now. Aged and weary despite still being a teenager. You suppose that’s what fighting does to you. That’s what war does.

Eren. The person you’ve known ever since you were a child. A man who’s been your best friend for over a decade, and someone you consider to be family. You can barely recognize him now. The empty look in his eyes and the lack of emotion and care when you speak to him is disconcerting. The light in his eyes has been snuffed out and your heart aches.

You hurt for the ten year old boy who was forced to watch his mother eaten in front of him. The fifteen year old who had a burden much too large placed upon his shoulders. The nineteen year old who firmly believes that this is the only way.

He’s your family, and you so badly want to understand why. Why is he doing this? Why is he going down this path? You can understand his point of view, but it’s not right. You know it’s not right. Innocent people shouldn’t have to die. Not like the residents of Shiganshina did, like your neglectful parents did, like Carla Yeager did.

The man who stands before you is nearly unrecognizable. Where did your best friend go?

Because this man is not him. This is not the same boy who proclaimed he would always protect you no matter what. The boy who had fire in his eyes and determination in his veins to ensure that nobody else would have to experience the horror of the Titans.

Eren Yeager would not sit across a table and be so cruel to tear his closest friends to shreds. He would not attack Armin, saying that he was mindlessly carrying Bertholdt’s will by visiting Annie so often. He would not doubt Mikasa’s care for him, by calling her a slave to her Ackerman blood.

And Eren Yeager would not stare at you with emotionless eyes and calmly tell you that it should’ve been you that was eaten that day instead of his mother.

[dapandapod]

You bring me colours

Hello and welcome to mean and angsty hours. Today I bring to you a soulmate fic, but it is sad and hurtful.

Thank you my lovely enablers for helping me bringing this to life, despite my very weak protests. Be mindful, my loves, if you are having a bad day you might want to skip this one. It ends happily, do not worry, but the way there is ouchie.

Warnings; Implied character death (real and not real), vauge description of drinking and depression, just, sad in general. A little bit soft too, and hopeful, but mostly sad. Im sorry.

On Ao3 here

Everybody has a soulmate. When your One comes into the world, they bring colors with them. And when they go, so do the colors. Many a poet sings of a world gone gray, of a love unknowingly lost. Because you don’t always meet your one. For some, it is enough to know they are out there. For some, the hunt lasts their entire lifetime. Some lucky few find each other, and some never do, settling in peace anyway.

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For Vesemir, he had color for almost a century. But a witchers life is rough, and he knows not to seek them out. Not to give hope, not to feel greed. Just gift them with colors as long as he is able. He has an inkling who is His. His One. They must know too, but they never say.

Vesemir sits at the teachers table. It is lively in the hall, the children are laughing and making a mess as children do. They are his pride and his burden. Not all will be allowed to grow up, but he will do his best to give them a fighting chance. He raises his spoon towards his mouth, the soup smelling warm and rich.

The spoon falls with a clatter to the table.

Everything is black and white.

He is in front of everybody. In charge of so many lives. He was gifted with color for such a long time, this was to be expected. But if his One is who he thinks it is, then….

The screaming begins outside. The sacking of Kaer Morhen has begun.

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Jaskier has always seen color. Always seen the color of the sky, the flowers and the nuances of snow.

When Jaskier is six years old, that changes.

He runs to his mothers, tears streaking down his face. Her dress used to be a bright green, her eyes a rich blue.

“Where did the colours go?” He cries. He knows he is too big to cry, but he is scared and sad.

Mother seems to be sad too. Heartbroken in fact, and she picks him up and holds him close.

After that day, the only color Jaskier can see is yellow. The color of the sun, of buttercups, some cat’s eyes. Of puss, of stains and of age.

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There are many ways to die. The old Geralt dies when his knife plunges into Renfri's neck.

Geralt's colors came some years ago. When it happened he didn’t panic. He followed Vesemir's advice and pushed it as far back as he possibly could. It was only a small disappointment that the world didn’t turn grey when Renfri died. Because that is what Geralt felt like.

The colours stay, and he despises them. They glare at him, blaming him for still being there. How can he think he ever deserves happiness?

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In Posada, Jaskier finds someone with yellow eyes. They call to him like no other, so he goes. It is the best decision he has ever made, if the most difficult one. But with Geralt around, it is almost as if his memories of colours are springing to life. Sometimes he remembers that poppies are red, that water can be rich blue, and that autumn leaves can look like a fire. The fire he remembers from his past, but around Geralt they are so vivid they almost look real.

His mother told him not to tell. To hold those memories close. She taught him the colors through names and pictures, so that if someone asked, he would know.

Jaskier knows that his lost colours means that his One is dead. Some kind of dead, at least, if the professors are to be believed. If you get to keep a colour, even if it’s just the one, there is a chance. So Jaskier leaps at every chance he gets. He is one of those who chase, and will continue to chase.

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Geralt is reluctant to Jaskier. Reluctant, because when he is around he is starting to feel alive again. Jaskier pokes and prods and smiles and sings and talks, and it is all Geralt can do to fight it.

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A hot summer day Geralt finally gives in and they're just being goofy and like wrestling in a river. All the sudden Jaskier can see the color of the grass and he freaks out and scrambles out of the river and just lays down in front of a tuft of grass like 'holy shit geralt look at that.”

The bard is absolutely mesmerized for a moment, but when Geralt comes to look at what caught his attention, before he catches himself. Shit. Geralt can’t know.

So he plays it off, especially when the tuft of grass slowly fades back to grey. There is a lump in his throat, hope so big in his chest he wants to explode. They are out there, his One. They are still here.

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There are many changes during their travels. Yennefer, for one. It is with her arrival that Jaskier realizes he is in love with Geralt. Deeply, desperately in love with him.

Another change happens on a cold and lonely mountain top. Geralt finally breaks, breaks everything, and Jaskier feels a spark inside himself diminish.

The further away from the mountain he gets, the more muted the world becomes. Even his memories stay out of his reach, as in fear of the pain he feels.

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The moment Jaskier leaves the mountain, his world goes gray. Things click into place. He closes his eyes against the pain, letting it tear through him, cut him open.

Jaskier was his One.

And he killed him.

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Geralt doesn’t know why the sky is still blue. He doesn’t understand how Ciris cloak is not grey, her eyes as startling blue as the love he once lost.

He thought he lost Yennefer on Sodden hill, but when he meets her, she is wearing a dress the color of Jaskiers eyes.

He breaks down at her feet, finally crumbling after all this time. He tells her everything, and she wipes his tears with infinite patience. How he deserves that from her, he doesn’t know.

“Why blue?” she asks him. “What relationship do you have with blue?”

And Geralt thinks about it. It is Ciri who finally puts the pieces together. Blue as Jaskiers eyes, he had said. And if you get to keep a colour, even if it’s just the one, there is a chance, or so a bard had told her in her grandmother's ballroom.

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There are many ways to die. Jaskier is drowning. Drowning in pain and alcohol, sinking to a bottom, looking up at a golden sun. Not even the bright yellow can cheer him up, not when it reminds him so much of Geralt's eyes.

He doesn’t chase anymore. He accepts. Accepts that he will be alone, that nobody wants to be with someone destined for no one.

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Geralt finds him in a tavern. Geralt walks in, so Jaskier must out. The one thing Geralt asks of him, after all these years. The least he can do is listen.

But Geralt follows him outside. Grabs his arms. Cups his cheeks. Asks for forgiveness. It takes time for Jaskier to register his words, he is deep down, he is drowning. But the sun seems closer now, becking him upwards.

He doesn’t understand why Geralt is here, but his broken heart is held together with Geralt's arms around him.

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Geralt is scared to tell the bard. After all the pain he caused, how can he possibly make things right.

Geralt does everything he can to get the colours back, but they won’t come. Now that he has had a taste, now that he knows that it was his words, not his hands, that took them, he fights. He won’t make Jaskier follow him anymore. He tries something new.

They walk beside each other, a careful pace forward is set. It takes time, but his colours return. Jaskiers smiles are brighter, his eyes cornflower blue.

Then Jaskier confesses to him, he sees no colours but gold. How he carried it inside all this time, hoping that his One is out there, and Geralt can’t wait any longer.

“I want to give them to you. The colours that you bring to me, I want to give back to you.”

And he tries. Everyday he tries. And Jaskier holds his hand all the while.

[asian-hero]

[Im]perfectly You

A/N: Got an idea while watching something completely unrelated to bnha, so that was fun (I’m also sorry if this turns out to be absolute garbage)

I also like to imagine that this is the same Shouto and (Y/N) from “The Words I Desperately Want To Say,” so do with that what you will

Summary: While to the general public, Pro Hero Shouto was a symbol of otherworldly beauty and perfection, the man himself found it hard to understand how anyone could think he was attractive, let alone perfect. So, when doubts start to form in his head, it’s a good thing his partner is there to remind him of all the wonderful things about him

Words: 3,580

Todoroki Shouto, while a fairly smart man, could admit that he had his moments where he was rather dense. If you were to ask him what’s the best plan of action when working a rescue mission, he’d be the absolute best man to ask, as he’d have a level head, and would know every single point of entry where a Pro could go in and rescue the civilians in danger. If you asked him to help you out with some financing issues, while at first he may be a bit confused, he’ll eventually get it and help you plan for ten years into the future.

However, if you asked him why the reporter was asking him about his skin care routine, or how he looks so “effortlessly handsome” while working, he would simply shrug his shoulders and state that they do that for every other person they interview.

Perhaps one of the most shocking traits of Shouto’s is the fact that he doesn’t see himself the way the general public sees him. While most people view him as one of the most attractive heroes, he can’t even stand to look at his reflection for more than a minute, otherwise he’ll find things to criticize, things that make him feel ugly. He’s come to the conclusion, after years of testing, that it’s best for him to simply turn around and face something else if there’s a mirror or any reflective surface around, just so that he doesn’t have to see himself.

Of course, he doesn’t tell anyone about these issues. He hasn’t told his family, his friends, and he certainly won’t tell you. Not because he doesn’t trust any of them, but because he doesn’t want to be a burden to those around him, he doesn’t want his issues to be a source of sorrow, and he certainly doesn’t want pity. So, he simply keeps these bitter, harmful thoughts to himself, not letting anyone in on what’s going on in the back of his mind.

Somehow, though, you manage to break through his facade, the one that he carefully constructed to keep everyone else out, and he’s not sure of how to feel about that.

The first time that Shouto feels a pang in his chest is when the two of you are relaxing on the couch, on a rare day off from your hectic lives. His whole body covers yours, his arms wrapped around your torso while his face is buried in your chest, a small sigh of content escaping his lips. You’re watching some random food documentary the two of you decided to put on, completely entranced by the sights and sounds you’re seeing come to life on the screen. For a while, the two of you sit in complete silence, neither of you wanting to break the peaceful air around you. 

With your eyes still glued to the screen, one of your hands seems to move on its own, tangling itself in Shouto’s red and white locks. As your hand begins to brush back the strands away from his face, your fingers soothingly scratching at his scalp, Shouto tenses under your touch. He feels his breath start to catch as he feels your fingers move through his hair, almost as if you were inspecting it. Due to just how much he uses his quirk, his hair ends up feeling coarse and dry, with a few singed parts in the front. Though he tries to remedy that with the many types of shampoos and conditioners the world has to offer, he just can’t prevent the damage his quirk has done. 

After the feeling of your hand becomes too much for him, he lifts his head up from your chest, almost too quickly to not be suspicious. When his eyes meet your own confused ones, he doesn’t answer you with words, instead opting to wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you up a bit while he shifted his body to be behind yours, effectively keeping your hands off of his hair.

For a second, you’re oddly still, and it makes Shouto anxious. However, after a few seconds had passed, you let out a small giggle, relaxing your body into his, patting his thigh lightly. “If you wanted to be the big spoon all you had to do was ask,”

Luckily for him, you didn’t question his behavior. Though, for the rest of the night, Shouto couldn’t stop the feeling of anxiety from coursing through his veins. While he eventually found his breath, and he was no longer shaking, he still couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread for the rest of the night. 

He hated that he felt this way, for something seemingly so stupid.

The next time that he finds himself moving away from your touch is when the two of you are out shopping for groceries. Since it was after your patrol, you didn’t bother to change out of your hero costume, choosing to throw over your white button up shirt and blue jeans over your suit, figuring that it was good enough. You didn’t even bother buttoning up the shirt, and it took all of Shouto’s self control to not make fun of your outfit, though, he supposed that he couldn’t judge you, as he only threw over his overcoat on top of his own suit. 

As the two of you perused through the aisles, buying way too much food for the two of you, you found yourselves in a comfortable conversation. You talked about how patrolling with Yaoyorozu  went, and he told you about how Bakugou invited himself to his and Midoriya’s patrol. As the two of you continued to walk, with him holding the basket and you walking beside him, he felt your hand slowly snake its way to his, intertwining your fingers together. 

For a while, Shouto didn’t mind the way that your hand fit in his. In fact, he quite enjoyed the way his hand seemed to fold over yours, how small yours felt in his own. However, as soon as you started brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, he could feel just how different your hands were from his. While yours were soft and smooth, his were rough and dry, as if they hadn’t been taken care of. Where as yours didn’t have any bumps or bruises, his had callouses and tiny cuts from the extreme temperatures he held. The way that you stroke his hand soon turned from a soothing action to something that filled Shouto with vile thoughts. In all of his negative thoughts about himself, he never thought that his hands would be the issue. 

It finally became too much when you squeezed his hand and he could feel his callouses digging into the palm of your skin. Detangling his hand away from yours, he pointed towards the produce section, doing his best to keep a straight face.

“Look, they have a sale,”

At first, he was sure that you were going to call him out for his actions, as you wore your confusion and slight hurt on your face. However, that was quickly replaced with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes and an excited “let’s go!”

For the rest of the day, you didn’t try to hold his hand again, and Shouto wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

As the months went on, Shouto had wrongly assumed that his self-esteem issues would sort themselves out, that he’d be back to some semblance of normality. However, they only seemed to get worse, to the point where he couldn’t deal with your eyes being on him for more than a few minutes, otherwise he’d get anxious of what you were thinking. Of course, he still hadn’t told you what was bothering him, not because he was afraid of what you’d think, but for the fact that he knew you’d be upset for him, and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. 

Sometimes, he wasn’t as bothered by the voices of self-doubt in his head. On those days he’d gladly let you hold his hand, let you shower him in love. Other times, the voices would be too loud, so much so that he would revert back to how he acted before he met everyone from U.A., cold and standoffish, not that he meant to. Whenever those voices got to him, he wouldn’t even let you look at him for too long, instead politely telling you to stop staring. Whether it be that you were close enough to see the dry skin patches on his face, or the fact that you could see just how badly he was scarred, he didn’t want you to look. 

Eventually, all of the doubts in his mind started to make cracks in his facade, and soon enough he felt himself breaking down.

Right in front of you.

It was a rare chance that Shouto would get home before you did. Unfortunately for you, you were saddled with a mountain of paperwork that needed to be done quickly, so you told him that you’d be late, and that he shouldn’t wait up for you. So, as Shouto stepped into your shared home, he did what he normally did once he got home: make dinner, eat, take a shower, change into more comfortable clothes, and then head to bed.

Everything was going well at first. He cooked dinner by himself, making sure to make enough for you to eat when you got home. Once he’d finished eating and putting your plate in the fridge, he moved to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the closet and switching on the fan as he started the shower. Usually, he wouldn’t look in the mirror once he’d undressed, instead opting to  look at the wall as he moved to the shower. However, for some reason, on this day, Shouto decided to take a quick glance at the mirror before he headed into the shower.

Truly a big mistake on his part.

As his eyes landed on his reflection, the first thing he noticed were the scars on his skin. Running his hand over the ones on his arms, he cringed at the feeling of the slightly raised skin. As he continued to observe his body, he only felt his mood grow sour, picking on every single flaw that he could see. Running his hands through his coarse hair, he continued to stare at the large scar covering most of the left side of his face. He took in the deep reddish tone that it had, how the skin had puckered and left him with a rough, unpleasant texture. Looking straight into his own eyes, he looked at the two different colors with discontent, wishing that there were a solid color instead of being split. Eyes drifting further down, he looked at the other scars that littered his body, looked at how there wasn’t an inch of unblemished skin. He looked as the colors ranged from an iridescent pinkish color to more angrier reddish tones, ones that could never quite heal, and would always leave him with these ugly marks.

Continuing to analyze every single flaw on him, Shouto didn’t hear the front door open, nor did he hear you call out, announcing your presence. Footsteps drawing closer, he didn’t notice that you were there until he could hear the doorknob click, the door swinging open.

“Sorry for barging in honey, but I’ve been holding my pee in all night so I—“ Eyes stopping on him, you gave him a small smile, “Hey handsome,”

Head whipping over to look at you, his eyes widened ever so slightly. It was normal for either of you to come into the bathroom while the other was using it. The two of you grew comfortable enough to not bother to lock the door since there was only one bathroom. However, Shouto wished that he’d locked the door tonight, as he was fairly certain that he looked like a mess.

While he continued to stare at you with worry, you frowned. Pointing towards the door, you spoke, “I can wait until you’re finished? I don’t have to go that badly,”

At the sound of your voice, he frantically shook his head, moving away from the mirror and into the shower. “No, go on ahead, I was just getting in,”

Before you could say anything Shouto shut himself in the shower. Deciding to not push the subject with a full bladder, you quickly went about your business, washed your hands and promptly left, moving to sit on the bed to wait for your boyfriend.

It took about eight minutes for the shower to turn off, and another five for him to finally exit the bathroom, slowly walking himself into your shared bedroom. Once he caught sight of you sitting on the edge of the bed, not having changed out of your work clothes, he felt his heart rate spike. Cautiously, he moved to sit by you, a small smile resting on his face, though you could tell it was forced. Reaching for his hand, you found yourself hesitating slightly before deciding to put your hand beside his, close enough that your pinkies were touching. Tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at the man.

“Are you alright?”

He blinked, trying to contain his every thought from spilling out at that moment. Nodding, he spoke up, “Of course I am, why—“

“Please don’t lie to me,” You spoke softly, a frown finding its way onto your face, “I’ve known you since high school, don’t think I can’t tell when you’re lying.”

At first, your words were met with complete silence, with Shouto’s eyes trained on your hand. After a few more minutes of silence, just as you were about to give up your little interrogation for the night to go and take a shower, he broke the silence.

“I don’t get it,”

Eyebrows furrowing together, you leaned in closer to the man, as if the elimination of space would help you solve what was going on in his brain. “Don’t get what?”

He bit his lip, clearly going over the pros and cons of telling you what he’s been thinking for most of his life. Finally, he sighed, figuring that it was better to just rip off the bandaid rather than pretending that nothing was wrong.

“You called me handsome earlier,” He started, and when your face only grew more confused he continued, “The media likes to say that too. So why can’t I see myself that way too?”

He mumbled out the last part, as if he didn’t want you to hear it. At first, you stayed silent, unsure of what to say, or how to comfort the man in front of you. However, once you noticed his hands start to fidget, and his knees started to bounce, you moved so that he could see your face, a kind smile resting on your lips.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

When he nodded his head slightly, you gently grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the headboard of the bed before plopping yourself right into his lap. When he looked at you with a blank expression, you smiled sadly, cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“There, that’s better,” You started, gently brushing your thumbs across his face, “Now, let me into that gorgeous head of yours?” 

“Why do you call me that?” There was no venom behind his tone, just a confused boy who seemed hurt.

“Because it’s true,” You stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

When he still didn’t react positively, you retracted your hands from his face, opting to wrap them around his torso loosely. “Okay then, how about you list the things you don’t like about yourself, and I’ll tell you about the things that I love about you,”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Though he still indulged you regardless, even if bringing up all of his flaws worried him to an extreme amount.

“Fine, I hate my hair,” He started, his hands roughly pushing his bangs back, “I hate the way it looks and how it feels,”

“Well, I love your hair,” You countered, your own hands moving to gently pry his away from the red and white locks you love so much, “It reminds me of strawberries and milk, and it smells like it too,”

“It smells like charred hair,”

“So what? Sometimes my hair smells like gunpowder because of Katsuki, does that bother you?” When he shook his head, you smiled, patting his cheek lightly, “Exactly. What’s next?”

His grip on your waist seemed to grow tighter, as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I don’t like my eyes. Sometimes I wish they were a single color,”

“It makes you rather unique, don’t you think?” You asked.

“It makes me feel like a freak,”

You hummed, a low sound in your throat as you caressed his cheek, your thumb gently soothing the area under his eye. “Well, for what it counts, I love your eyes. It’s probably the first thing that drew me in,”

He stared at you for a few more seconds, trying to see if there were any signs of falsehood in them. When he came up with nothing, he continued to list his reasons:

“I don’t like my hands,” He stated, looking at yours, “They’re too rough and dry,”

Frowning, you reached to grab one of his hands with your own, bringing it up to your lips to press a sweet kiss to the back of his hand. “That just means you work hard, there’s nothing to be ashamed of there,”

He snorted, though you could tell there was no humor behind it, “It can’t feel nice to hold,”

“I like them,” You announced, interlocking your fingers together, “It shows how much dedication you have when it comes to your work, and holding your hand is one of my favorite activities to do,”

You could tell that your words were getting to him, as his eyes started to glisten, unshed tears beginning to come forward. Pulling his hand away from yours, he turned his head to the side, not wanting to look at you as he continued to speak, “I don’t like my scars,”

Thinking back to what had just occurred in the bathroom, you felt your heart break just a bit. Squeezing him just a bit tighter, you did your best to keep your voice steady.

“Your scars show that you’ve saved lives,” You said, your hands brushing against the raised skin on his arms, “You love to help others, even if it comes at the sake of your own safety,”

“Well what about this one?” He asked, point to the one covering his left eye, “Not all scars show that I’ve saved lives, (Y/N). They’re not something that’s amazing or beautiful, there’s blemishes that I wish I could get rid of,”

Grabbing his hand with both of yours, you moved to press a feather light kiss to the bottom of his scar, feeling how he trembled beneath you. Moving back, you could feel tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“No, you’re right. Not every scar tells a heroic story. Sometimes they’re reminders of horrible memories that we’d like to forget,” Squeezing his hand, you continued, “Your scars don’t define who you are though, Shouto. Sure, they tell the stories of your life, the struggles that you’ve been through, and the heroic deeds that you’ve done, but that doesn’t mean that it’s the only thing that defines you. I know that it’s hard to believe me now, and I hope in the future you’ll be able to feel the same way I do, but I love every single inch of you. I don’t care if your hair is silky or coarse, or if your hands are rough or not. All I care about is being with you, and all of those things that you hate, that’s what makes you so special to me. 

I’m not going to say that I can take away all of the pain you’ve been feeling, because honestly, I can’t. What I can promise you though is that I’ll still be with you no matter what, even on the days where you feel terrible and just want to hide away.”

By the end of your little speech, Shouto had dropped his head onto your shoulder, and you could feel his body begin to shake, and tears soak into your shoulder. 

For a while, the two of you said nothing, and the only sounds in the room were his light sniffles and your quiet humming. After what had to been half an hour, Shouto finally moved his head from your shoulder, his eyes having taken on a pink tint. When you felt him reach for your waist, you gladly let yourself be pulled into his chest, with your back pushed against his front. 

With a soft kiss to the top of your head, you heard him whisper out a quiet “thank you.” Smiling, you patted his hands, silently telling him that you were there.

“Don’t worry about it,” You spoke, feeling his breath begin to even out.

“Until you learn to love yourself, I’ll love you enough for the both of us,”

[husbandograveyard]

Hi hazel! I hope you're doing well, may i request a fem s/o of Shanks who feels invisible and is starting to get bitter because of it and Shanks comforts her? Scenario if you would. Please and thank you!

Hi Sky! :D As discussed in PM, the reader is now genderneutral <3 Im sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy! 

Not weak, just loved - Shanks x Reader 

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. 1.5k words. Fluffy comfort fic. 

All the men on the Red Force were exceptionally talented. Years of experience, sailing all the seas, winning and losing battles, mostly winning though.... everything had contributed to the strength and confidence they now had. And it was necessary, after all, the crew of a Yonko cannot possibly be weak, especially not with such a small crew compared to the others. 

And yet. You were not as strong as the men on the ship. You were the only one who had only been there for a little while, not as a pirate initially, but as their captain’s partner of a few years. You were not weak, Shanks wouldn’t have let you sail with him if you were for your own safety. You could hold your own against most of the average pirates and other annoyances you ran into, which weren’t that many anymore, at this point most people knew who you were and knew better than to just attack part of a yonko’s crew without a solid plan, but compared to the others? You were nothing. At least that was what it felt like. 

Whenever the crew was training, you felt left out. There was nothing you could do really, unless they went really easy on you, but you could tell that they'd want to go all out sometimes, preferring to spar with crewmates they knew they wouldn't hurt in case something went wrong. You were "too frail" for that. It was often the main subject of their jokes, and you always laughed along with them, trying to hide just how much that actually hurt. 

Whenever they were sitting around a fire on an island, telling each other stories and reminiscing about islands visited years ago, you couldn't step in or add to the stories, your voice noticeably more quiet and soft amongst their deep and raucous voices. On top of that, you had only joined the crew a few years ago, and most of these stories were just that for you, stories. For you, they were not memories, but just stories that got wilder every time you heard them. 

It just all piled on. Negative after negative after negative. There were so many occasions where you felt weak, useless, a burden. And before you know those words were just on repeat in the back of your mind. You weren’t expected to help around too much on the ship, but you tried wherever you could, just so you could pass the time whenever Shanks was busy doing all his captain things, and you were usually sent away with some laughter and a comment that help was not needed. The crew did not mean this in any malicious way, just wanted to make sure you could relax and not overwork lest they had to hear the captain complain about them shoving work onto his love and tiring them out before he could do so, but to you, it just felt like them sneering at you for not being useful and you just felt yourself become more and more bitter every single time it happened.

Today you were finally docking on a new island after a few long weeks at sea. You were supposed to be excited about land underneath your feet, and new fresh food, but you could hardly find any enthusiasm to bring up. It would be the same as always. Supply shopping, maybe a little date with Shanks, which would be the highlight of your day, and then they would go to a bar, drink the place dry, get some more booze, and party on the beach until the sun came up again. Then the next day rinse and repeat until the ship was all stocked up and the log pose reset, and you and the crew would move onto the next island. You were not feeling up to it at all. You just knew that you would not be allowed to help load things onto the ship cause they were too heavy. You knew more stories would come that would never include you. And you were just not feeling up to that at all. 

So when you heard the familiar sounds of everyone running around, getting the ship ready to dock, you stayed in the bedroom you shared with Shanks instead of going out and watching the land get closer as you usually would do. Sitting on the bed, staring into the nothingness, your angry thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. It indicated that there was someone that had noticed your absence, but you ignored it, pretty sure that no one would really miss you anyway. 

The door opened, and in walked your red-haired boyfriend. You were surprised that he had even knocked on his own door, but you appreciated the gesture, certainly done to make you feel comfortable and like your privacy was respected. You couldn’t bear looking at him when he asked the question you knew was inevitably going to come up. 

“Is there something wrong?”

You shrugged. The answer was yes, but you couldn’t exactly say something about it. You didn’t want to cause tension the moment you were arriving on an island. He walked over slowly, sitting next to you and placing his hand on your thigh. 

“What’s up then?” 

You bit your lip. “I don’t want to talk about it”. He leaned forward a bit, trying to make eye contact, but you turned your face away. “Please Shanks, just go with the crew, leave me here for a bit.” 

He frowned. You didn’t sound extremely upset or sad. More empty and angry, and he did not want to leave you behind in such a state. 

“You don’t want to come with us? This seems like a fun village, and I heard the local liquors are unlike anything we’ve tasted before.” When his soft smile and enthusiasm didn’t even manage to make you turn your head, he got really worried. Did he do something wrong? 

“No, I don’t want to come with you. I don’t want to sit around the campfire and get confronted with how helpless and unnecessary I am around here. How I am never part of the grand story because I am weak,” you took a sharp breath in, Shanks mouth falling open in a surprised o-shape, and now that you had finally started pouring out your feelings, you felt yourself unable to stop. 

“You know? Maybe I should get off on this island and just stay here cause apparently I am nothing but a dead weight on this ship. I am grateful for the adventures I had but apparently I was never significant enough to even mention in the wild drunken sto-” 

“Y/n stop.” 

His voice was stern, his expression serious. You finally looked at him and saw the usual mischievous twinkle in his eyes was nowhere to be seen either. It made you feel uneasy in some way. 

“You’re not weak. You’re not dead weight. You’re not useless. Don’t…” he frowned, grasping one of your hands in his, “don’t say such things about yourself. If you were weak, you’d never be allowed on this ship. If you weren’t loved, no one here would put up with you and look out for you. If you were such a nuisance… I’d never had noticed you. And yet here we are. You are loved,” he kissed your forehead, “you are wanted,” he kissed your left cheek, “you are needed, not a nuisance,” he kissed your right cheek, “and I love you with all I have,” he kissed you on the lips. 

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep your angry expression, and he didn’t stop talking. He started summing up moments where you would throw a weapon to one of the crewmates after they’d lost theirs, how you patched people up in the middle of a chaotic battlefield, how your tactics had helped the crew greatly, and countless of stories of how you had made him happy, smile, laugh, filled his days with joy. Before he was done talking, there were some tears silently streaming down your face, he rubbed them away, not even mentioning your teary eyes, still keeping that same, serious, focussed expression on. Although a new emotion had set in the twinkle of his eyes: love. 

“Are you coming with~? Maybe tonight we should dedicate all stories to you?” 

Your eyes widened and you started to stutter. “N-no...No, I am fine without all that extra drunken attention.”

“As long as you’ll accept my drunken attention I won’t bother you”

You smacked his arm painfully, noticing how your whole body seemed more relaxed now that you were no longer carrying most of those dark thoughts with you. Of course, there would undoubtedly be more moments where you felt unfit or inadequate but as you grabbed Shanks’ hand and followed him out on deck, you realized that there was always the one to make you feel better. You’d hold onto that thought. It’d work way better for your mood too.

[callingitaday]

Sweetness

Pairing : Fred Weasley x reader (fem)

wc: 2K+ Warnings : none.. I think

Gif owner: fgweasley

6 months. 6 months since the battle. 6 months since Lord Voldemort killed your family. 6 months of nightmares and sleepless nights. 6 months of wanting it all to end. 

*flashback *

“No! No! What  are you doing here? I told you to stay away” you yelled as your parents stepped onto the battlefield. 

“ We’re here to help honey” your mom spoke

“We need everyone to fight. He can’t win. Everything will be alright, we love you” your dad finished.

“Y/N help!” Neville yelled. Running over to help fight off a death eater when you hear your mom's screams echoing through the chaos causing you to turn around and let out a blood curdling scream. You see Voldemort killing your parents, making you drop to your knees.

“MOM” you cried out

Voldemort turns his attention to you. Immediately you stand to fight, tears clouding your sight before arms are wrapped around your waist lifting you off the ground. 

“We need to go”   Fred yelled as you fought against him.

*end of flash back*

Since your family was now gone, the Weasley's have taken you in as their own. Miss Weasley or Molly as she keeps reminding you ensures that everything will be okay and you always have and forever will be a part of this family. You appreciate hearing this as it helps you while transitioning into this new beginning. 

Fred checks on you multiple times throughout the day, which gets annoying sometimes but you love him so it’s okay. You know he knows something is wrong but didn’t know what or why I wouldn’t tell him why. Fred was your best friend, he was a year older but I didn’t really seem to matter. You told each other everything but you couldn’t seem to tell him about the nightmares or the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him. Which is the way you’d like to keep it.

As another nightmare penetrated your mind, you were awoken in a cold sweat and tears daring to fall. 3 AM you sigh, quietly making your way downstairs to make some tea. Leaving a smell light on as you made your way to the front porch the cool air felt very welcoming against your burning skin. As you said that you let your mind wander free. Thinking about simple things like how summer days were hot and the evenings were cool, how lively the house always was, how the house always smells like a bakery because Mrs. Weasley makes something new to try every day. But also thinking about the battle of Hogwarts. To your parents, to everyone and everything you lost.

Due to being zoned out you weren’t exactly aware of the things around you. The stairs begin to squeak under the weight of someone making their way down.

“Y/N? What are you doing? It's almost 4 in the morning” Fred's sleepy voice came from behind you. 

“Couldn’t sleep” Fred came up next to you before sitting down. 

“ is everything okay?” 

You sat there in silence as you thought how to answer, you didn’t really know and didn’t really wanna cry anymore. 

“Y/N?” Fred spoke quietly

“sorry,  I’m fine”  now resting your head on his shoulder

“ you’re lying come on tell me what’s going on”

“Fred…’ A silent tear falling ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that right now. Just sit with me” 

“Okay but when you’re ready I’m ready” Fred pulls you into a hug kissing your forehead. He held you for a while and once he was satisfied that you would be heading back to bed too he himself headed upstairs. Soon enough you too made your way up to bed. Letting your head hit the pillow, your eyes close. As you let the tiredness take over, hoping tomorrow will be better.

It was still early when you woke back up. The girls were still sleeping and you could hear the quick chirping of the birds outside. Quietly changing into some shorts and a t-shirt before making your way downstairs. Peeking into Ron's room as you passed, both Ron and Harry were still dead asleep and Ron was snoring quite loudly causing you to giggle a bit.

Molly was starting to make breakfast “Oh! Good morning dear” 

“Good morning” you spoke gently as you entered the kitchen. “Fresh tea is on the table” Molly added, you responded with a smile before taking a seat at the table. 

“Morning boys”

“Morning” they said in unison. George never took his eyes off the paper they were working on but Fred looked up. He tilted his head a little, giving you a smile. You look down at your cup, taking in a deep unsteady breath before looking back up at him. Forcing a small smile while taking a sip of your tea. Molly slowly started putting breakfast on the table and yelled up the stairs that breakfast was ready. You weren't that hungry but still grabbed a biscuit.

Fred kept looking at you, a sweet but concerned look covered his features as he observed you picking at your food and tinkering with the cup of tea. Wanting to be out from under Fred's gaze you got up and dumped out the old tea to make a new cup. “Not hungry dear? Is everything okay?” Molly asked. “ eh, not really but I'm okay. Just a bit tired” you gave a reassuring smile.

“Alright, im here is you need anything” 

Heading out to the front porch for some fresh air, taking a seat in one of the old rocking chairs. Not long after the screen door snapped shut and the porch squeaked just a little under the wait of  the person approaching. You stayed in your own little world, never looking up from your cup. In all honestly you didn't have too, you knew who it was the second he walked through the doorway. You could smell him, he always smelt like fire embers and sweets, and to be frank it was a bit intoxicating for you. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to you. You knew what he wanted, what he was thinking. You knew he wanted to know about the nightmares but at the same time he didn't want to pry.

“ i’m sorry. I know that if I asked you, you would have listened and tried to help. I didn't want to bother anyone with my problems. Everyone that day lost someone they cared about, I'm not special because I lost my parents. This is my burden and my burden alone. But these nightmares that invade my head are slowly killing me” you paused, finally looking over at Fred. He sat with tears in his eyes, a few of your own fell down your cheek at the sight. 

“Every night I watch him kill them. I watch as the light dies in their eyes. Every night I'm back at the battle. Every Night i hear the deafening screams of everyone there”  shaking your head as you quickly wiped your face, taking a deep breath.

Fred grabbed your hands in his own “I’m sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone but you're being too hard on yourself. It is okay to grieve your parents and our friends. It's okay to be sad. It's all okay but what's not okay is letting these feelings destroy you. I'm here for you, everyone in this house is here for you, but I'm here whether it be at 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning.” 

You pulled Fred into a hug and whispered a thank you as he gripped you tighter. 

The summer day continued as normal. The boys decided to play little mini quidditch games while you, Ginny, Hermione and George’s (she is not my girlfriend!) girlfriend Angelina sat out sunbathing watching them play. A letter from Charlie had arrived in the afternoon insisting that he needed Molly and Aurther to come out for something very important though he didn't say what it was. This led to Molly giving us all a very stern talking about how we needed to be on our best behavior, absolutely no funny business, to not burn down the house and they would be back in a day or two. 

As the evening approached Ron helped Harry set up something called a projector so that we could watch some movies outside around a fire. George had brought out some whiskey to sip on and this is where things started to get a little awkward for you. Only 4 blankets were set up. One for each couple and apparently one for you and Fred to share. 

After this morning, Fred was keeping an even closer eye on you than before. Being around him on a day to day basis was hard enough but now you're just in a constant state of butterflies and embarrassment. He's caught you staring like a dozen times today and now you had to sit next to him and act like everything was fine while the couples paid more attention to each other than the movie. 

You tried to make yourself comfortable but nothing was working. Even tried to lay down but your arm kept falling asleep. Eventually you gave up and just pulled your knees up to wrap your arms around them and lay your head on your knees.

“You can lay your head on me….. If- if you want too” Fred whispered, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Hesitant at first but giving in and not moments after you laid your head in his lap that you fell asleep. 

“y/n… y/n'' you jolted awake as Fred said your name. “ Hey you're okay, yeah” He talked low and slow as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Finally sitting up and looking around, the movie was still playing and only George and Angelina were gone. 

“What happened?” 

“You were starting to whimper and saying no over and over again and you had a pretty good grip on my - umm- my thigh” 

“Oh.. Im sorry” that was all you could say, you knew it was because of the nightmare. “Its okay”

“I think I should go to bed” you blurted out

“Yeah, yeah sure I'll walk you up” Fred said as he stood and reached his hands out to help you up.

You just stood there for a moment while you stared down at your now intertwined hand before looking up at him. His lips were already formed in an admiring smile which you copied before setting your other hand just above his wrist and setting your head on his upper arm. Fred leaned down and kissed the top of your head “come on”

Fred only let go of your hand when you got to the stairs to allow you to go up first. Your courage began to build with each step up you took, finally at the top you stopped and turned on your heel to face Fred. Almost face to face with him but even with you on higher ground he was still taller. Your eyes flickering between his and his lips. Steadily bringing your hands up to his face before planting your lips on his. He was definitely taking back but quickly recovered and his hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

Both only stopping because oxygen was much needed. Slowly you open your eyes only to see Fred's got this shit eating grin plastered across his face. You laughed “what?”

“Oh nothing, you know you should just feel so lucky to have been able to kiss me”

“FRED!” you smacked his chest as he erupted in laughter before putting his hands in the arm in defense  “Im kidding! Only kidding”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you say in a hushed tone

“Of course you can sweets”

“Mhm sweets? I kinda like it” 

“ oh yeah? Well I would call you that all the time if you were mine” Fred stated matter-of-factly. You set your hands on each side of his neck “Promise?” 

“Promise” he repeated back to you as he lifted you up causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around him. He slowly made his way to his door before opening it and stepping inside. Shutting and locking it before leaning over the bed, laying you on your back. 

He gave you a few more small kisses before taking off his shirt and laying next to you and pulling you close to him. 

 You couldn’t believe this was happening but you were more than ecstatic. Maybe now those nightmares would stop, maybe now you wouldn't dread going to bed. Maybe now everything would be okay. Still with your head on his exposed chest you thanked him for everything and that if this was actually happening that he would always be enough for you just the way he was because he was now your sweet boy. 

“Always my sweets” was the last thing spoken before sleep took both of you.