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neiptune · 4 months ago

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Knock knock🤍

Daichi Sawamura + New years kiss + newly dating couples

Birthday boy deserves it ✨

daichi sawamura x will you be my new year's kiss?

You’ve been dating Daichi Sawamura for less than two months but when he asked whether you wanted to spend new year’s eve with him, you didn’t think twice about saying yes.

That’s not to say you aren’t feeling nervous about tonight: while Daichi is very kind and never once made you feel uncomfortable, sometimes it’s hard not to feel intimidated by his innate charisma. He’s so attractive and he hardly even tries, which is so unfair. New year’s eve can put a lot of pressure on couples and while you’re not official yet (hence why you don’t expect any serious commitment on his side) it must mean something that he wants to spend such a special night with you. Everything has to be perfect.

Little do you know Daichi is on the exact same page and when he rings your doorbell, he’s more nervous than he’s ever been. When was the last time he spent new year’s eve with a significant other? He genuinely can’t remember, casual dating is not really his thing and he’s not been in a proper relationship in years. If tonight goes well, maybe he’ll be able to muster the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“Hey”, you smile as you open the door. His brain short circuits upon seeing how pretty you are in the outfit you’ve picked, reply coming after a pause that stretches for a moment too long.

“Wow. I mean, hi”, Daichi clears his throat, nose a pretty shade of darker pink and a few snowflakes melting on his shoulders, “you look beautiful”.

“Thank you. Come in, I need five more minutes”, with a grin, you take his hand to gently guide him inside. He hums, gloved hands softly tilt your face towards his.

“Did I already comment on how gorgeous you are right now?”, Daichi smiles when you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer with an airy chuckle, lips brushing against his.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it again”.

He clicks his tongue.

“You’re so beautiful. Can’t believe you’re my date for new year’s eve”.

“You’re not too bad yourself”, you smile and kiss him, because you can’t quite believe he’s your date either.

The familiar sound of a ringtone interrupts the sweet moment and you step back, giving him space to take the call.

“Be right back”, you mouth as Daichi brings the phone to his ear with a dopey smile.

“Hey, mom. No, not yet, why? Oh. No, sorry, you know I have plans already… well, can’t you tell them? No, don’t put her on the phone, don’t-”, he heaves a deep sigh, “hi, Emi”.

As you make sure you have everything in your purse, you curiously listen to the odd conversation and watch him pace across the living room, getting increasingly restless. When he runs a hand through his hair, you ask what’s going on and he briefly presses the phone to his chest.

“My siblings. They want to spend tonight with me, christmas wasn’t too fun because they were sick. I’m trying to explain that I’m busy”, he whispers, then resumes the conversation in a normal tone, “I’m really sorry, Emi. I know. What if I come by tomorrow? No, stop, I can’t talk to Daisuke, I’m in a rush-”

With a giggle, you watch as Daichi shuts his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Tell them they should come. We can pick them up”.

He looks at you, astonished.

“What? But-”

“Please! We’ll take a stroll and watch the fireworks together. Plus, I get to meet them”.

You know they’re way younger than him and, honestly, despite the perspective of meeting part of his family during the holidays feeling scary and all, it also fills you with excitement.

And so, you do end up picking them up. His mom is so sweet and you’re the one she thanks the most, she takes your hands in hers and bows and tells you just how happy she is that he’s son has finally found someone special. Daichi’s face is so red his youngest sister asks if he’s sick.

Dinner reservations are promptly cancelled but you hardly care as two smaller gloved hands are holding yours, guiding you towards different kiosks amidst crowded streets. Daichi buys six portions of traditional toshikoshi soba from a portable vending stall and you all eat together, chatter and light teasing warming your heart as you’re exposed to his older brother side for the first time. He’s sweet, which doesn’t come as a surprise at all, and caring. Makes sure his siblings eat without getting too distracted by all the questions they ask you, an endless, rapid sequence you can hardly keep up with.

They’re surprised when you ask back, curious about their favorite colors, which presents they received for christmas, Daichi’s most embarrassing moments when he was younger. He huffs but there’s so much affection simmering beneath an exasperated smile, one hand distractedly playing with Emi’s dark hair.

It’s almost midnight and Daichi’s siblings couldn’t care less as they glide from one end of the ice rink to the other, the upcoming shrine visit long forgotten. You rest your head on Daichi’s shoulder while you watch them and his arm is around your waist to keep you close.

“Thank you for doing this”, he murmurs, “I’ll make it up to you��.

“There’s nothing to make up for. I had so much fun, they’re really sweet”.

“Runs in the family”, he grins and you roll your eyes.

“Hard to disagree. You are sweet”.

He hums, content.

“So, will you be my new year’s kiss? Given that I’m sweet. And so handsome”.

You look up and meet his playful gaze, soft smile tugging at your lips. A light snow is falling, frosty flakes already melting in the creases of his green scarf.

“Yes”. Given that I’m also falling in love with you.

thank you for trusting my writing and for drawing yet another GORGEOUS header, hope you enjoy! happy holidays mwah

#daichi x reader #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura x you #holiday servings event #HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year ago

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Drive

A/N- During the normal April rain, i got the urge to watch some more of S4. Have i officially finished it yet? No. Does it still give me little ideas every now and then? Absolutely. And sorry to come back with such a (somewhat) depressing fic 😂 please know i’ve been working on a few things back and forth for the last two months so expect a few scattered fics here and there when i get around to finishing them. I still miss you all very much 😘 (P.S. i got this story while listening to Drive by The Cars, hence the title :p)

Summary- Late one night you get a call from Eddie that sends chills down your spine

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- S4 spoilers, mentions of death/dying

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 4.5k

Tonight was finally the night.

The last dreadful day of school before spring break, thank god. For another seven days you would be able to stay up late, sleep in, hang out with the guys, smoke, put a dent into the list of movies Jeff and Gareth had been making for you to watch before you die, and maybe finally dive into that stack of books next to your nightstand that you’ve been putting off reading. All the while you’d have full accessibility to the house while your parents were on vacation for a little spring break of their own.

It would be bliss. Save for the few shifts at work during the week, but it was a sacrifice you’d be willing to make for all that extra free time.

You had finally sat down after a shower, your hair still damp at your shoulders as you sat on the couch with a bag of chips at your side and a can of pop waiting to be opened at the living room table, you reached for the remote and as soon as you clicked the power button you could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone. As much as you wanted to ignore it and let it ring, something just didn’t feel right.

There was something that washed over you as you glanced down the hall at the phone on the wall, and just couldn’t help but carefully wander down to pick it up. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach before you could even say anything.

Eddie was at the other end. Crying, hyperventilating, and you could just hear his panicked pacing through his quick speech. It took a moment for you to even realize what was happening before finally speaking up,

“Eddie! Eddie, calm down, i can’t understand you. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I don’t know!” He shouted into the phone between sobs, “I was in my bedroom and then walked out and she was acting so strange and then she started floating and-“ He couldn’t finish. Whatever it was that had happened, you knew it wasn’t something that could be fixed with him calming down.

“Ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I know you’re really scared right now, i’m here for you ok.”

“(y/n), i don’t know what to do…” He cried out, and it was heartbreaking hearing just how badly he was hurting without even knowing what was going on. The mystery of it all was panic inducing enough for you, you couldn’t imagine how Eddie was feeling on the other end.

“Eddie, i need you to listen very carefully to me, ok? I want you take a deep breath, i want you to get your keys, and i want you to drive over here. Don’t bother with going home, don’t bother grabbing anything or stopping anywhere, get over here now. I don’t know what the situation is but i can tell that whatever it is, it isn’t safe.”

He said not another word, and you heard the click of the phone on the other end, the disconnect tone playing in your ear wasn’t helping the situation.

Within minutes you could hear the screeching tires of Eddie’s van pull into your driveway. You watched from the front window as he struggled to pull the keys from the ignition, rushing to get out as fast as he could. When he saw you carefully open the door for him he couldn’t help but run to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, his head buried in your chest and you could hear the slow sobs start once more.

“Ok, it’s ok. Shh, it’s ok…” You still had no idea what was happening.

All you knew was that Eddie was here, crying, panicked, scared, and he needed you.

You quickly shut the front door, clicking the lock and moving your arms around him once more, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head as you felt his tears start to soak through your shirt.

He was trembling, cold to the touch, and you were terrified not knowing what on this earth had made him feel this way. He was in a state that you had never seen him in before, and as painful as it was to not bombard him with every question you had floating around in your brain about what could possibly be making him like this, you let him be. He needed time, and what he needed now was someone to make him feel right again.

The moment you heard the sobs start to quiet and his breathing became slower, you carefully pulled yourself away, hand still on the back of his head to comfort him as his arms never left your sides,

“Shh, it’s alright. Take a few deep breaths ok?”

Eddie looked up to you and nodded, his bloodshot eyes slowly closing as he took a few shaky deep breaths. Your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping away the few stray tears that slipped through.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened right now,” Eddie opened his eyes as you held his cheeks, “but i need to know if you’re hurt, or if someone else is hurt…” You looked down to his Hellfire Club shirt, spotting a few stray droplets of blood, but Eddie seemed to be physically fine.

“Someone else…” The thought of whatever had happened made him muster up another quick sob.

“I’m glad you’re ok. We’ll worry about that in a little bit ok, right now let’s stand you up.” He nodded once more and your arms moved to hold onto his, trying to give him a reassuring smile as he did his best to slow his breathing back to normal, “Let’s go get you cleaned up, come with me.”

You still held onto his arm as you led him upstairs. This wasn’t the first time he had come over, he knew the layout of your home well, but you wouldn’t dare leave his side while he was in this state.

You slowly walked him down the hall and into the bathroom, letting him carefully sit on the toilet as you leaned over and fidgeted with the knobs for the faucet. Eddie leaned over, his elbows at his knees, palms at his forehead. His breathing had slowed finally, but he was quiet. You reached your hand beneath the faucet and once the water felt warm enough you pulled the curtain and started the shower for him, kneeling on the floor before him.

“Eddie?” He slowly moved his hands and looked to you, eyes still bloodshot with swollen cheeks from all the tears he had shed, “I know that whatever it is you’re going through isn’t easy, but all i want to do is help you. You know that right?”

He was still silent, but nodded.

“Take a shower, clean yourself up. I promise i’ll be nearby the whole time, and i’m going to come back in a few minutes with a towel and pajamas for you, ok?”

He nodded again, and you gave him another smile as you stood. You pushed the hair aside on his forehead and placed a gentle kiss to the space, and it seemed that this finally got a reaction out of him. His lips twitched at the corners, and you could see he wanted to smile back to you but he was just so exhausted.

You left the bathroom and shut the door behind you, standing there for just a moment to listen for anything. As soon as you heard a bit of shuffling and his clothes hitting the floor you smiled to yourself and wandered to the hall closet, grabbing a towel and then heading into your parents room to steal a pair of your dads pajama pants and an extra shirt for Eddie to change into. They’d be oversized and probably a little uncomfortable but they were better than nothing.

You walked back to the bathroom door, towel and clothes in hand, and waited. After a deep breath, and a quick shake just to get your nerves in place, your gently rapped your knuckles at the door,

“Eddie?” You opened the door just a crack, “I’m coming in, ok?”

You only heard a groan from him, but it was enough for you to enter once again. You saw his clothes piled up on the floor and placed the towel on top of the toilet, the extra pajamas on the counter. You could hear a few sounds from him through the curtain, a few groans and it sounded like he was doing his best to keep his composure. You left him to his business, grabbing his clothes off of the floor and quickly folding them into a pile and carrying them out with you, save for his underwear that you left with the extra pajamas for him.

“I’ll be in my room ok? Take all the time you need and i’ll be there when you’re done.” You said before stepping back out into the hall and softly closing the door behind you.

With one more deep breath you walked to your bedroom door, flicking the light switch on and leaving the door open for Eddie whenever he was finished and ready to come in. His clothes were placed on top of your dresser and you quickly wandered around to grab a few things for him. Extra pillow and blanket, a hair brush and some detangling solution, and you grabbed a few small snacks from your munchies stash under your bed for him to snack on. You didn’t know what he would’ve needed, but it was a good idea to be prepared for anything.

As you sat on your bed waiting for him you reached for the remote and switched on your TV, you heard the floorboards creaking at your door. Eddie was standing there in your doorway, towel in hand with his wet hair soaking the shoulders of the oversized shirt.

“Hey, come on in, close the door behind you.” You smiled to him, standing up and approaching him slowly, “Here, you take this, and i’ll take that,” You had handed him the TV remote and took the towel from his hands, leading him to the end of your bed, “you sit and find something to watch. Let me deal with your hair, i know you like how gentle i am with it.”

Eddie finally gave you a smile. A small one, but it was something. He sat at the end of your bed and you sat behind him on the mattress, reaching over and grabbing their hairbrush and detangler before lifting his wet hair and draping the towel over his shoulders.

He finally seemed calm as you sprayed the fruity scented detangler into his hair, gently brushing at the end in small sections as he finally found a channel to settle on. It was one of the local public access channels that showed old music videos while the host talked about all his favorite parts from the video afterwards. Music was always his happy place.

Eddie breathed deeply, quietly, sitting there before you with his eyes on the tv while you gently brushed his hair. He was always so grateful to have you to turn to when he wasn’t ok. Though it was odd to see him like this.

You had seen him cry when he was panicked over having to repeat another school year, you had seen him scared after Wayne found out he had swiped a few cans of beer from the fridge, but this was something new. This was a different kind of fear. He wasn’t trying to brave this one out and take it on the chest like he had before. It was like he had reverted to a scared little boy with no clue what to do or who to turn to. This was something he couldn’t face alone and he knew you knew that now.

You kept quiet as you finished with his hair, setting the brush down next to you and using the towel to scrunch his curls, gently pulling it off of his shoulders and bringing it to your hamper. He didn’t move as you went to sit next to him, only turning to you as you nudged his shoulder to grab his attention.

His face was still slightly puffy from the tears he had shed, his eyes were slightly pink, but his breathing was normal and that you were grateful for.

“Are you ok?”

His eyes wandered away from yours and he shook his head gently, still not speaking.

“Eddie, i know you might not think i’ll understand whatever it is you’re going through, but i want to understand. Please…” You moved yourself to sit in front of him, his view of the TV blocked by your form, “I just want to know what happened.”

Eddie clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath, and as he opened his eyes they began to water once more,

“You won’t believe me…” He choked out.

You stood for a moment and quickly ran over to your nightstand, grabbing the box of tissues for him to use whenever he needed them.

“Yes i will.” You reassured him. “Eddie, i know you wouldn’t lie to me, but i don’t know what’s going to happen if you don’t tell me. You said someone else was hurt and i saw the blood on your clothes… If you did something-“

“I didn’t do anything!” He shouted, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You sat back on your legs and reached over to turn down the volume on the TV, sitting and waiting patiently for Eddie to be ready to finally tell you what the cause of all his panic was. You could sense that he was ready, it was just hard to find the words.

With one last deep breath he looked down at his hands in his lap,

“I was at the trailer with Chrissy, i met her after school and she said she was going through some stuff. Asked for something strong. I left her in the living room while i went to look for it and when i came back she was acting… different.”

You tried to move closer to him but he backed himself away.

“Different how?” You asked.

His lip started to quiver and his eyes were shut tight again.

“She was just standing there… silent. Her eyes were rolled back and then her feet just lifted off of the ground, but not like she was floating, like someone had picked her up but there was nothing… no one…”

You gave him time. He needed patience, and you could see that whatever happened next was what caused him to act the way he was. He was terrified of something, someone, but he didn’t know what or who.

“I tried to wake her up and see if maybe she was just freaking out or something but…” His lip quivered as he tried to collect himself, but it was clear that this was an event he was having to relive every time he closed his eyes, “She floated up to the ceiling and it was like…” He started to hyperventilate again, and you inched closer, reaching out and gently grasping his arm, though this time he didn’t move away, “it was like something was inside her, breaking every bone in her body…” He couldn’t stop the flow of tears, and you couldn’t bear to have this go on any longer. Though it sounded crazy, Eddies reactions weren’t making it seem crazy.

“Ok, ok, you don’t have to tell me anymore, it’s alright.”

Eddie quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close as he sobbed into your shoulder. You held him gently, slowly moving your fingers through his hair to try and comfort him. It always worked before.

“You don’t have to tell me any more…”

You said to him quietly, the music on the TV softly playing in the background was helping slightly to dull the horrific reaction Eddie was having to this memory.

A few moments had gone by, and though he was no where near better, his breathing was slowing and the tears were slowly stopping. Or maybe he just didn’t have any left in him.

“You think i’m crazy, don’t you?” He said through slow breaths.

“No.” You said plainly, “I don’t think you’re crazy Eddie. It sounds unreal but… with how you’ve been reacting i don’t see anything else making sense…”

It was an insane scene to think about. It sounded like something straight out of a horror movie, and those things were fine, they weren’t real. But this was. And Eddie was horrified.

“Did you call anyone else about this? Did you tell the guys or the police?”

“No…” He whimpered, hiding his head back into your shoulder, “I ran… I didn’t know what else to do or who else to go to…”

“Eddie,” You carefully lifted his face away from your shoulder, grabbing a tissue and wiping away the tears that trailed down his cheeks, “I know it’s scary, but you have to go to the police.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“I can’t, they’ll know i did it!” He shouted.

“You didn’t do anything!” You shouted back, quieting him once more, “I’ll go with you, i’ll vouch for you, i’ll say that you saw her earlier in the day and then you came over afterwards, i know you couldn’t have done something like this Eddie.”

“No.” He said it with no emotion between every word you were saying, “No, no, no. You are NOT lying to the police for me (y/n).”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Eddie was silent for a moment, sniffling as he recollected himself. He brought his knees up to his chest and looked down into his lap,

“I don’t know… They’re going to think it was me anyways…”

“Don’t say that!”

He could hear in your voice that talking about this was making you more and more worried for him. That’s the last thing he wanted.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You were quiet.

Neither of you were sure how to go about something like this.

You moved yourself to sit back next to him, your legs crossed in front of you as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap. The quiet music on the TV was fading in and out and as the song played, somehow it managed to calm both your nerves, at least a little bit. You slowly leaned over and put your head onto his shoulder as you sat together, bringing your hand up to wipe away a single tear that had fallen from your eye. But of course once the first one started, it was difficult to stop. Eddie only noticed your tears after he heard a few muffled sniffles from next to him.

He looked over to you and saw the wetness at your cheeks and reached one arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer,

“Why are you crying?”

“Because,” Another sniffle as you reached up to wipe your eyes, “I’m worried about you…”

The corners of Eddie’s lips curled up into a small smile as he rested his head on top of yours,

“It’ll be alright… I promise.”

You silently nodded, looking up at him with a pursed smile through your wet eyes. You didn’t know if he would be alright, but Eddie wasn’t the type to lie. Especially not to you.

With a deep breath, you slowly shut your eyes and let out a yawn, Eddie catching it and doing it himself a moment later.

“Why don’t we get to bed?” You offered, “We’ll get everything figured out in the morning.”

Eddie nodded, slowly getting up and stretching his arms over his head as you stood up next to him.

You wandered over to your bed, grabbing a few pillows and holding them in your arms as you started to pull one of the blankets away for Eddie to use before he stopped you,

“Wait! Um…” He was hesitant for a moment, but you let him take his time, “Could i uh… If you’re ok with it-“

“Do you want to sleep in bed with me?” You cut him off, seeing that he was a bit uncomfortable at the thought of having to ask. He nodded and you smiled to him as you placed the pillows back into their spots, “Of course you can.”

You pulled the covers back to make room for him as he wandered to the other side of your bed. He’d stayed the night plenty of times before, but never like this. Just the two of you sharing a bed. The thought of it made his heart flutter, and maybe under different circumstances he might even consider it a romantic thing between you with the music helping the mood. But he was just happy that you cared so much for him.

He didn’t know if you liked him or not, but he knew that you loved each other.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” You fluffed up his pillows as he sat at the edge of your bed, grabbing the remote as you walked over to Eddie’s side, “Here. Put on anything you want, i’m going to go downstairs really quick and make sure everything is locked up ok?”

Eddie nodded as he took the remote from you, closing his eyes gently as you pushed his hair back from his forehead and placed a gentle kiss onto the skin,

“I’ll be right back, but just in case, you call me if you need me ok?”

He nodded once more, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he watched you leave the room. The quiet music and the sound of your fading footsteps somehow made him forget about the incident. Or at least forget as much of it as he could.

He kept his attention on the TV, listening to the music play to get his mind off of everything else that had happened that night. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that he couldn’t have you getting hurt because of him too.

He looked at the remote in his hands and fidgeted with the buttons for a moment, looking back up at the door as he heard you enter the upstairs hallway and close your bedroom door behind you.

“All locked up.” You said with a smile.

Eddie smiled back and took a deep breath as he set the remote onto the nightstand next to your bed.

“Want to keep the TV on?” You asked as another song started to play.

Drive by The Cars.

Eddie nodded and pulled the covers up over himself, settling into bed, yet keeping his eyes on you. He needed to make sure he had you in his sight, just in case. You reached out and turned off the light switch, the glow from the TV softly illuminating your room.

It was strange.

You’d dreamt of a moment like this before.

Eddie in bed with you, safe and comforted, though you never had imagined it would happen like this.

You slowly walked over to your side of the bed, lifting the covers and laying yourself next to Eddie as he sat with his back against the pillows resting on the headboard. He had been staring at nothing and yet he seemed like he had been seeing everything at once. Glazed over with both fear and exhaustion. All you wanted to do was help, Eddie knew that, but a situation like this was so hard to read.

“Hey,” You said softly up to him, his head turning to look down to you, “lay down. I want to talk to you for a second, ok?”

Eddie slowly moved his body downward, lifting the covers up as he adjusted himself next to you, trying so desperately to keep himself at a respectful distance. His face was close to yours, noses so close to touching, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it lay close. Even in times like this he still kept so warm.

“I’m scared too… I don’t know what it is that you saw, but i promise you that i’ll do everything i can to make sure you’re safe.”

“(y/n), you don’t have to do that-“

“I do.” You cut him off sternly, “Eddie, i love you. I care about you. The only other time you’ve ever come to my house freaked out was when Wayne caught you swapping out his vodka because you didn’t know alcohol froze.” Eddie smiled to himself as he remembered that night, knowing he fully deserved his punishment for doing something that stupid, “Whatever happened, i know you didn’t do it. I know you. Do you have anywhere else you can stay? Some place safer?”

Eddie thought to himself for a moment. He didn’t know. He had a million things racing through his head, before finally looking to you and nodding his head. You were unsure of his answer, but you didn’t want to keep prying.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do Eddie, but you really need to tell someone what happened.” You reached your hand up and gently held his cheek, and you could see that though he didn’t know what he needed, he needed you to be there with him, “I just want you to be ok…”

He could hear the cracking of your voice, knowing how hard you were trying to hold back your emotions, but it was terrifying. For him, for you, and for god knows who else this may have happened to.

Eddie reached up and grasped your hand in his, holding it tightly as he looked to your eyes,

“I promise i’ll be ok.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant it, but you nodded as you looked to him. He wanted to be ok, and you knew he could take care of himself, but when Eddie needed help you knew it was serious. You just hoped he’d be able to come out of this unharmed.

Eddie took a deep breath and moved his hand to the back of your head, raising his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His arms slowly wrapped around your body, pulling you in close, and as he moved himself closer to you it was clear he was starting to cry again. Softly. Quietly.

Your arms moved around him and held him tightly, one hand slowly moving through his hair as the other gently scratched over his shoulders to comfort him,

“Shh, it’s ok…” His quiet sobs and whimpers only made you hug him closer, “I’m right here with you, you’re safe, i promise…”

It would take a while before either of you would get any sleep, you figured as much when Eddie ran through your door and into your arms. He needed someone there and you were so happy to be the person he came to, wether you knew how to help him or not.

As you lay in each others arms, the slow song playing softly from the TV soon was able to lull you both to sleep.

Every now and then throughout the night, Eddie would wake up in a cold sweat, seeing the scene that had unfolded before his eyes earlier. He’d look around the room, see you sleeping so soundly in his arms, and he’d calm down.

He was safe where he was.

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bakuliwrites · 1 year ago

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A Distant Past- Gortash x My Tav

Rating: Mature Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Enver Gortash x OC Tags: Slightly suggestive, a bit of angst, Gortash spoilers, BG3 spoilers, pre-events of Baldur's Gate 3, Gortash backstory, OC backstory A/N: I have no idea when I'm going to get around to writing my fic about my Tav, Orlando, but I'm coming up with all sorts of content for it. It's just completely out of order. So, here's a little mini-fic which will be featured in my eventual fanfic. For context, this occurs after Gortash and my Tav have escaped the House of Hope, but years before the events of Baldur's Gate 3 :) Want to know more about my Tav? Check her out here

Lifting his head from his cluttered desk, Enver pinches the bridge of his nose, willing the pressure of a nascent migraine to dissipate. He’s been working for hours, maybe even days, with little to show for it. Unfinished, half-baked ideas litter his workspace and he’s certain his five o’clock shadow has progressed into full beard territory. His dark eyes flick over to where Orlando is scratching away at some parchment, the grip on her quill irontight. The Tiefling’s forehead is crinkled in concentration, as she is no doubt absorbed in formulating some new potion derived from her luminescent tears. Recently, she made a bit of money selling a vial to a scientist of middling renown, who hopes to turn them into a viable light source. But that one sale hasn’t been much in the way of funds, hence her dedication to expanding her little business.

Enver listens to the harsh scratch of her pen on parchment and smiles to himself. Orlando’s patience is endless. How long has it been since they slipped through Raphael’s claws? A decade, at least. And how long has Enver been promising her safety, security, stability? Even longer.

Thus far, he’s been able to provide exactly nothing for her. He’s resorted to thievery and scrounging around for whatever food and living accommodations he can find. It was Orlando that managed to secure the two of them a temporary home, albeit water damaged and reeking of brine. A hut on the beach in Baldur’s Gate isn’t exactly prime real estate, but it serves its purpose for now. Shelter and somewhere to work is all Enver really needs. He is a man of unwavering perseverance, more so than he even realizes, yet, in his late twenties.

Even in this dingy shack they’ve commandeered as a workspace, Enver sees promise. He sees potential, if he can get any of his damn machines to actually work. Miniature prototypes of devices he’s given the temporary titles of, “Steel Soldiers,” (a name he plans to change one day) lay disassembled around his workspace. Blueprints for better designs, newer designs, cover his desk and spill onto the floor. Meanwhile, Orlando has laid claim to a small desk in the corner, comfortable in the dark and claustrophobic den she’s built for herself. She’s always been more productive in small, shadowy spaces. She glances up for a moment, webbed ears perking up when she hears Enver sigh. She meets his gaze and beams gently.

Part of Enver wishes he could give Orlando the life she’s always imagined, the one she wrote to him about in the secretive notes they used to pass back and forth in the House of Hope. Were she to stay with him, perhaps he could give her some semblance of that life, though it certainly wouldn’t be the saccharine fantasy she’d cooked up all those years ago. A fantasy she also appears to have abandoned. Years of struggling to make ends meet seem to have dashed any hopes she had for a cottage in the woods with a gaggle of children and flocks of sheep (or was it chickens? He can’t recall).

Enver is certain he can give Orlando a life better than the simple one she imagined as a child. He is meant for greater, grander things, and so is she. Orlando is more lethal than she realizes. Were she to unlock her potential, were Enver’s potential to be recognized- by the gods, they’d be unstoppable. Bane would no doubt be pleased. And whatever eldritch patron Orlando is bound to- well, it’s safe to say they’d benefit from a union as powerful as his and hers.

Enver lets his mind wander for a moment. In another life, he stands at the grand window in a magnificent office. His magnificent office, one with mahogany shelves from floor to ceiling and space for him to fiddle with his machines. The deep blue waters of the Sword Coast shimmer brightly in his view, and Enver knows he’s made it. He’s the top of the top, the cream of the crop. In this dream, in this life, he is beloved, feared, and standing victoriously on the pinnacle of the world. A portrait of him, powerful and commanding, hangs above the mantelpiece, with Orlando sitting elegant and proud at his side. Triumphant, he swivels back to the window, gloating over the city that failed him so spectacularly as a child. However, the dream suddenly shifts. Night descends on Baldur’s Gate and the stars twinkle softly in their heavenly bezels.

Enver still stands at his office window, a newborn son swaddled in his arms. The boy’s chubby cheeks are softer than velvet, his teeny, pink lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. He looks like his mother, right down to the little horns sprouting from his head and the bioluminescent spots on his delicately webbed ears. But he has his father’s eyes (and possibly his nose, though it’s still a bit early to tell). He is the picture of innocence, cherubic and new. The world is a marvel to him still, the mysteries of which his parents will help him unravel in time. Mysteries Enver had to unravel for himself when he was a boy.

A surge of contempt wells in Enver’s chest. Looking down at the sweet face of his little one, he cannot fathom how a parent could sell their child. He simply cannot comprehend letting anyone wrench his precious babe from his arms in exchange for a petty amount of gold. His son- Mirak or Nikhil, he decides (he recalls Orlando daydreaming about naming a son one of these names)- stirs, wriggling restlessly in his blanket. When the boy yawns, the slightest squeak escapes his throat, and Enver feels his heart swell. Who could be so cruel as to assign value to that which is priceless?

In this other life, he feels Orlando’s arms snake around his waist and pull him close. She rests her head against his broad shoulders and when she leans up to press a lingering kiss to Enver’s neck, he smells her sweet jasmine and musk perfume, and for a moment, Enver could convince himself this life is real.

“My handsome men,” she affectionately hums, squeezing him tight. Enver shifts the baby to one arm, wrapping his other around his wife and drawing her near. The feeling that surges through him in this moment is foreign, utterly unknown to him. Is this what it’s like to feel unconditional love? Love without expectation? Love not as a commodity or something to earn, but something entirely inherent and guaranteed? Here they stand, a family of three. United, as they should be. As families ought to be.

But this life will never be. Enver’s trajectory has not allowed room for the comforts of settling down. This other life is a fantasy in every sense of the word. A ridiculous notion Orlando planted in his head over years of pining after a life that will always be out of reach. He must carry on, determined as ever. If life will not give him what he wants, then he must take it for himself.

A gentle touch draws Enver from his thoughts, ink-stained fingers carding softly through his jet black locks. Velvet lips press tender kisses to his cheekbones, scratching against his stubble and smiling softly against his skin.

“Come to bed?” Orlando tempts, her voice a drawl as her hands smooth along his shoulders. Meeting her eyes, Enver knows in his heart that they are on the cusp of something brilliant. Something life changing. He will stop at nothing to ensure a safe future for himself, for Orlando.

Enver grasps Orlando’s hand, pulling her into him, letting her settle on the desk in front of him. Her startled gasp turns to a giggle, which is swiftly hushed when his lips crash hungrily into hers. Orlando returns his kiss with equal fervor. Enver doesn’t have time for sleep, not if he wants to build the life he’s promised her for so long. But Enver won’t say no to blowing off some steam, refreshing his thoughts and losing himself in his cherished one for a while.

A/N: I don't intend for this fic to have any redemption arcs for Gortash. I want it to purely be a dual route fic: one ending with a corruption arc for my Tav and one ending where she will have to face off with Gortash. But I can't resist writing about what could have been in another life, if things had gone differently for them. Thank you for reading :) More to come.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #gortash x tav #gortash x oc #slightly suggestive #bg3 fanfiction #my fanfiction #dani writes #gortash spoilers

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pyronormalsimplicity · 1 year ago

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FF7 Treasured Times Headcanons

- Whenever they cuddle together, Tifa likes to place her head over Cloud’s heart and listen to his heartbeat. When Cloud asks her about it, she blushes and says that she likes it because it makes her feel safe and reminds her that he’s still alive and present.

- Cloud also likes the color of Cloud’s mako-enhanced eyes because even though it’s unnatural, Cloud’s eyes are soft and gentle. It still makes her sad that she’ll never be able to see his natural blue eyes again but she admits that she’s secretly grateful for them since they can now be together

- Cloud likes the tuft of hair that always seems to cover one side of her face and likes playing with her hair if he can get away with it.

- He also likes the sound of her voice with how husky and low it can be at times while being much higher and feminine when she’s excited

- He also finds her physique extraordinarily attractive, causing Tifa to roll her eyes and tell him that she’s heard those words a thousand times before and that he needed a better compliment. In response, Cloud murmurs some NSFW stuff into her ear and causes her to become embarrassed before slapping his chest playfully

- Cloud admits that he likes her legs and finds the way her hip sways when she walks to be particularly eye-catching. He also enjoys hugs from Tifa since she presses up against him, much to her chagrin.

- Tifa fuckin’ hates being stacked, believe it or not. She’s gotten used to the lecherous looks over the years, but there are still times where she complains about her back aches and not fitting into a lot of her clothes. She has to order specially-made bras from a company that specializes in “unique” body shapes and is often forced to spend a lot of money on them since they’re so expensive.

- Tifa also admits being an hourglass figure sucks because she can never find pants that fit, hence why she prefers skirts. It’s still small potatoes in the grand scheme of things and its the back aches that get her the most.

- Her back aches only becomes a problem on days where she’s not wearing a bra. Cloud asks why she doesn’t go commando and she blushes, saying that they would only get in the way and that having them swing around can and will become extraordinarily painful. Plus, bras can get uncomfortable

- Tifa only orders black bars. Since she runs the bar and washes the dishes a lot, having a translucent top is kinda not the way to go

- When Tifa wore her old clothes, Cloud notices a small difference and points out her black sports bra underneath her tank top. Assuming that it was just another tank top underneath, he gently pulls on it, causing her to yelp and slap his hand away before playfully scolding him.

- Tifa finds the most attractive part about Cloud is his arms, face, and chest, but that she doesn’t really care what he looks like because he’s already perfect in her eyes, causing him to blush heavily.

- When Cloud asks her why she puts up with unruly customers, Tifa explains that it was because she knew that they likely didn’t have anyone or anywhere else to go to in order to talk their heart out, so she offers her bar. If it helps people, she’s fine with their rants. Cloud stares at her for a few seconds before declaring that he loves her, shocking Tifa with both words and how sudden and un-Cloud-like it was.

Inspired by this post on IG by uwelables: https://www.instagram.com/p/CNmRWaiDu2N/

- Cloud’s worst fear is failing Tifa and the family again.

- Tifa’s worst fear is losing Cloud and her family again.

- Tifa has a fear of ghosts, which is a common teasing point for her from Cloud. The reason she’s afraid of ghosts is because she can’t physically touch them but they can touch her, so she’s practically defenseless. Obviously there’s the ghost monster in the Remake but it’s the concept of them that she’s scared of.

- Cloud isn’t actually scared of anything, but he is able to get startled, espeically when Denzel and Marlene jump out at him from a dark corner and he almost piledrives them into the ground

Inspired by this classic vine! https://youtu.be/gJu1xEZEuto

- When Cloud collapses while doing dishes, Tifa and the kidsrush him to the hospital. There, they learn that Cloud is suffering from advanced celluar degradation. According to the doctors, the reason Cloud’s cells are dying is because they’re too used to having mako-enhancing them. Without the mako enhancing his cells, they’re unable to survive and start dying. The only way for cloud to continue living is to receive doses of mako every so often. Not like when Cloud was being experimented on by Hojo but enough for his body to stop his cells from killing themselves. It’s sort of how a heavy smoker is dependent on constant cigars to prevent withdrawal. It’s the same thing for Cloud but he’s not a smoker and he has to take mako doses via pills

- The pills themselves are extraordinarily expensive to create since they’re perfectly diluted so that Cloud doesn’t give himself mako poisoning but have enough mako to trick his body into thinking its doing good.

- The doctor then leaves Cloud and Tifa alone in the hospital room with the pill on a table for Cloud to consume if he chooses to. Cloud refuses at first but relents when Tifa breaks down, crying that it wasn’t fair for them to be torn apart after they finally became happy together. Upon seeing her breakdown, Cloud decides to steel himself and takes the dose.

- It is unknown whether or not these mako doses can affect pregnancy, though neither Cloud or Tifa are worried about that right now, at least.

- For the future though, it doesn’t actually affect their child beyond having their eyes have a faint hint of green.

- A normal day for Tifa consists of waking up early (5:30-6:00), prepping the bar and making breakfast, waking the kids up at around 7:30, bartending late, and going to bed at around 11:30-12:00, though she may stay up late to talk with Cloud.

- Cloud's normal day consists of waking up at around 5:30-6:00, usually a few minutes before Tifa, leaving the bar to make deliveries at around 7:30 after helping Tifa out and finalizing his routes, leaving at around 8:00 to take the kids to school before going on his delivery runs, returning home at around 10:00-11:30 pm, and spending the rest of the night with Tifa.

- On weekends, when the bar is closed and Cloud doesn't have any deliveries, they usually spend the day together. Sometimes Tifa does paperwork and handles finances while Cloud plays with the children or does some grocery shopping. Other times, Tifa is the one spending time with the children while Cloud is outing grabbing more supplies from more dangerous places though he's always back in a few hours. On days where Barret takes the kids away, Tifa and Cloud either cuddle, "cuddle," talk, go out, or watch a movie.

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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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Listen, I love the slow build of the father-son relationship. I love how it goes from unspoken feeling to said through clicks and love to actually said by Phil calling Wilbur his kid (and getting hit by that realisation like a train) and then Wilbur with the rumble thingy and Phil asking if he knows and Wilbur confirming that he does! Just aahhhhhh! That’s his baby!

And it’s all the soft moments and Phil being a proud dad. And Phil and Techno being so damn protective over their kid. They were fully ready to murder Schlatt and anyone on that island if they tried to take Wilbur from them. And it’s all the banter and the little click conversations. And Techno getting jumped by Wilbur and throwing him in fear. And Wilbur having to travel around like they are a tandem bike because he can’t swim as fast.

It’s Wilbur think Phil left and Phil never being able to do such a thing because he can:t just abandon his kid. And it’s all the hugs and the singing and the endless amounts of love.

But most of all it’s the scare earrings. I knew that was going to happen the second Wilbur had three of his own loose scales. Also, if I remember correctly it’s most important person in the front. Of closest in the front. (either way it’s own in the back. And Phil is the most important to Wilbur and both Phil and Techno have Wilbur in the front. So everyone will know that’s their kid.

Anyway, long live dadza and uncle techno. Best dynamic. 100/10.

-🌲

YEAHHHH SLOW FATHER SON BONDING!! my favorite!! the slow build as they express their love more clearly for each other culminating in wilbur calling phil his dad in mer language is just chefs kiss it made me so happy to write

phil and techno are SO protective of wilbur, even more so after his transformation. those two don't let him out of their sight for years because they know he's a little shit who will get himself into trouble in five seconds flat. they were fully ready to murder the entire crew if they needed to to get him off that island. also, the mental image of wilbur hanging onto techno while they swim was just too cute for me not to include. his tail won't reach adult size till he's in his 20s because mer age a bit slower than humans do thanks to their extended lifespans.

phil wasn't going to leave that island until wilbur did. if wilbur had gotten on the rescue ship, phil would've followed it until it reached land. he was always going to make sure his kid was ok :(

the scale earrings yes!! your own scale always goes at the back. then I wouldn't say it's most important person at the front necessarily, but for wilbur phil is his father so that's his closest relation, hence why his scale goes at the front. and then wilbur's scale goes to the front of both phil and techno's scales because he's the baby of the pod. there's no hard and fast rules about the scale orders, but it's usually connected to age and/or your closest relations within the pod

I will never be over the dynamic of dad phil, uncle techno, and baby wilbur. literally such a fun dynamic to write I love it so much

tysm spruce im so glad you enjoyed!!

#ask #spruce anon #songs of change

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aisclosed · 2 years ago

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?”

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?”

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.”

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him.

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows.

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes.

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly.

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam.

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?”

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers.

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.”

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.”

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!”

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest.

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation.

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him.

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room.

Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”.

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily.

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation.

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly.

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders.

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security.

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently.

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck.

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.”

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own.

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?”

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.”

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.”

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold.

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him.

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids.

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze. “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face.

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons.

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed.

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers.

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?”

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers.

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns.

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume.

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep.

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.”

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself.

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows.

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk.

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep.

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about.

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.”

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later.

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep.

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letsskiptothewedding · 3 years ago

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Damn panko I really wanna make out with chamber in the back of a car while lana is playing on the radio. Preferably with heavy rain outside q.q

I hope you have a great day/night yaya♡

⚚ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ..

summary: a cold autumny night in a parisian parking lot, italian food on their side and lana del rey in their ears.

she/her!reader x chamber ( established relationship )

a/n: this man is so fine holy shit i can’t but i also wanna drop kick him. btw thank you so much i hope you have a great one too <3 idk if this is quite what you imagined but i hope you like it nonetheless :). all of the songs are linked throughout the text if anyone wants to listen while reading ( spotify only, sorry !! )

chamber doesn’t quite remember how they ended up in this situation. the whole car smelled like italian takeout, the windows cold from the pouring rain that was knocking on their safe haven with the heat on blast. it was a cool autumn night in paris and the stars seemed to be their only companion at this lonesome parking lot they were resting in. y/n draped her other leg over his as well, taking another bite from her dish and immediately regretting it, as it had been an incredibly hot part of some gnocchis chamber had bought for her. that was the least he could do, he had said. she lightly smiled at that memory.

y/n had suggested to try something new and exciting in terms of food for their last night of their vacation trip, suggesting to him an idea that had been tempting her for quite a while now. sure, she liked when he took her out to dinner to all kinds of fancy restaurants all over the world, matching with her outfits which he specifically chose for the occasion. their last time eating out had been in napoli, where she had worn a gorgeous flowy green dress and he had worn a matching green tie.

the reason why they had decided on eating italian takeout had been hence their experience in napoli. quite regrettably though, their food now was nothing in comparison to what they had eaten then — though it was the reminiscence that counted, so y/n thought. she leaned back on the car seat, looking over to her lover in a slight daze. he had already finished his food, not wanting to admit that he had indeed enjoyed it quite a bit. now he was stroking her leg, looking quite out of it which was very rare. y/n thought he looked pretty when he was relaxed. he looked pretty to her all the time actually, but especially when he started feeling so comfortable around her that he was just able to let go of his worries for a bit.

she finished the last bit of that burning hot gnocchi, holding the nearly empty box to chamber. with an ironic annoyed huff, chamber rolled his eyes and took it from her, finishing her last pieces of food. this had become quite a common occurrence whenever they ate together, since y/n was never able to finish anything food wise on her own. it had nothing to do with the portioning, she had claimed when chamber asked her about it for the first time. it was just that seeing how much she had left made her lose her appetite; it was an odd problem that she had but made chamber adapt to her and order less of his food to accommodate to both of their needs.

“i don’t want this junk in my car”, chamber said, looking at the empty boxes with a slight hostility. y/n couldn’t help but grin a little. he was like a manchild sometimes, a spoiled manchild. “can’t you teleport it somewhere?”, she joked, earning a sarcastic “haha, very funny, ma chérie” in return, paired with yet another eye roll. “come, give it to me, i’ll run to the garbage bin quickly.” — “absolutely not!”

chamber looked almost terrified at the thought of letting his girlfriend run out of their dry safety into the merciless rain, maybe even touching his new leather interior with her wet designer clothes — how could she even suggest that! “if that was a joke it was not a funny one”, chamber mumbled, leaning over the front seat to put the trash into the plastic bag it originally came in. the bag rustled and he almost had a heart attack when he thought he dropped some left overs on his driver’s seat. but no, thankfully it was just a crumpled tissue she had used.

since he was already in the front area, he turned up the stereo a bit, allowing lana del rey to transform the quiet noise of their current environment into painting a story about her and her wild lover for the couple. when chamber leaned back fully back into his seat, he motioned her to shift closer to him, enveloping her in a lose hug with his head on hers when she did so. not quite satisfied with the level of intimacy yet, y/n pulled herself into his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek after she did so. chamber smiled at her advancements, kissing that one spot under her chin just as she liked. she giggled quietly ( idiotically, so she thought but to chamber it was very endearing and made him want to kiss every part of her mouth that had allowed those glorious sounds to escape ).

just then, her playlist switched from blue jeans to blue banisters. he smiled at this, knowing that this song had been the first song she had introduced him to, which led to it being quote unquote ‘their song’. chamber did not believe in that idea at first ( after all “how could a song belong to you if you contributed nothing to it!” ) but when he caught himself smilling in awe whenever she hummed parts of it while tasting his food in the communal kitchen or polishing her equipment with a handkerchief she had stolen from him quite a while ago, he couldn’t help but associate it with their relationship whenever he heard it.

chamber brushed her hair out of her face, placing a hush of a kiss on her neck as he did so. everything about her had been right for him from the start. he had failed to realize for so long but now, in moments like these, he was more than grateful for the world to have bestowed him with the gift that was the feeling of her in his lap with her hands caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck; the sound of her humming along to their song; the sight of her eyes trailing every part of his face as if there were a hidden treasure placed just for her and nobody else.

when their eyes met, y/n gently sighed, placing a kiss on his lips while cupping his cheek. becoming immersed in the moment and the intoxicating feeling of her intimacy, chamber felt the curve of her back, bringing her even closer to him than before. gaining a bit of courage, she brought the hand that was resting on the back of his neck forwards to his chest, taking some of the material of his dress shirt into her fist and pulling it on accident, making him grin and backing away an inch from her face. “is there something you want, my love?”

no, in fact y/n had not thought about anything leading from the position they were in now. actually, until he had pulled away, she had had no thoughts at all, only feeling him on her lips and everywhere else, leaving his touch in the air all around her figure with his alluring smell. it was weird. she felt like she was being snapped out of a daydream over which she had no control. “no actually, i like the way it is right now.”, she whispered, unsure of what he wanted. maybe he did want to try something new? no. not chamber. not “…in my car, no.”

chamber chuckled, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly placing kisses on the soft skin there. “wouldn’t probably, be very comfortable, probably”, y/n muttered, repeating her words without even realizing it. he was making her mind cloudy. if he would’ve been a stranger she would’ve thought he had drugged her. chamber retreated from her neck, smiling at her while shaking his head. “no”, he mumbled, “probably not.”

the playlist switched yet again, deciding to play wild at heart for them this time. the sound of lana’s voice was like a siren to them. chamber imagined their car to be the safest spot for him in a sea of sirens, voices and figures that tried imitating the entirety of his girlfriend’s character; but he, and only he, had realized how to discern the actual her unlike all the others before him, leaving him with her in his arms in his untouchable safe space that was her presence, drifting above the waves of everything that bothered him whenever he wasn’t with her.

trailing his fingers down her thighs, he closed the gap between them once again, digging his hands into the wellknown flesh when he felt her tug on his shirt for the second time. she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, he thought. i’m completely at her mercy and she will never know just how much i will do for her. y/n felt herself getting hotter from all the touching they were doing and decided to do something risky. she had to practically tear herself from his lips, looking down at him through half lidded eyes.

oh, how beautiful he was. lips slightly parted, he looked up at her with something which some would call the doe eyed look. his chest was rising and sinking quite quickly, expression confused as he wasn’t grasping the reason for her sudden interruption of their shared trance they had found themselves in seconds earlier. she couldn’t help but brush her thumb over his reddened lower lip, pecking at the corner of his mouth. “i want to go home. let’s go home.” her voice had partially given out by the half of the first sentence, so she had quickly shot the latter one after to make herself sound more resolute and clear. understanding the hint, chamber nodded, still a bit out of it. he usually liked to take his time when they made love, it never ever had a beginning like this, for god’s sake he was a romantic after all, why can’t he ever refuse her —

biting her lip in hidden excitement over her small triumph, y/n looked down at him one last time before climbing into the passenger seat. when he pulled his seatbelt over his chest with impatience, she did grow slightly worried. was he really in any condition to drive?

y/n layed her hand on his that was resting on her thigh as they drove past the avenue de neuilly, catching a glimpse of his profile with the lonesome boulevard greyishly haunting in the background. it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. the stereo gave them one last song before they arrived at the sophisticated hotel they were staying in, making chamber turn the volume down to a minimum, not wanting to think of this ever ending.

A/N: I COULDNT STOP BLUSHING AT MY OWN WORK i’m screaming

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omiscurls · 4 years ago

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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thecontumacious · 3 years ago

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Request for the boys with a gn reader who is aggressive but is that way because they've just been hurt by the people they trust?

"How strong yet gentle you are, after all."

a/n: the above quote is a translation from this song (it's so good btw and vibed with this prompt so much <3). now bcs anon didn't specify the type of aggression, i'm going to go with a verbally aggressive reader and try to stay away from more physical topics to make it easier to read for everyone!

the world is not always fair. it has always been this way. you know it, i know it, everyone does. it’s something we can’t change.

but people always say: although we can’t change it, it is our own self that needs to change how we see it. it’s up to us how we react to the unfairness of the world. it’s up to us to be strong.

yet, it still hurts so terribly, doesn’t it?

it’s not always easy to smile when the shadow of your once friends lingers next to you and family members who gave up on you. you simply don’t want to be hurt by those who betrayed you. it’s only natural humans want to avoid pain and suffering.

aggression is but a mere reaction to frustrating situations and hurtful outcomes. right?

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

400 years is a long, long time

so of course he’s seen things like these happen

he’s interacted with all sorts of people, from the most gentle and kind to the most brazen and crazed

vox understands how the wound digs into you and continues to make you suffer, causing you to be more hostile and have the tendency to be angry at minor things

it was no different for him either

there are times that you are harsh with him too, giving him back handed compliments or simply being passive aggressive

vox won’t lie and say that it doesn’t hurt him

but he also won’t deny the fact that you deep down were hurting more than he was

as i said before, he’s seen all colors of people

so he knows what’s up as to why you’re very aggressive. hence why he knows how to handle things, even if you haven’t told him what really happened

with his extreme patience and gentleness, vox will approach you slowly

he talks to you at a steady pace, ensuring that he doesn’t create more tension and more wood for your aggression to burn on

“my dear, can you listen to me for a moment?” vox tells you softly, offering his hands ready to receive you in his arms

but you were still in a fit of rage, refusing him

the demon continues to smile, stepping even closer. “only a second, love. please?”

despite being highly moody, the gentle demeanor of vox helps you calm down and stay grounded

so no matter how many times you deny his attempts to calm you down, there will always be a time where you finally will only because of vox’s incredible composure

as if the fire had finally been put out with soothing water, you curl up against vox while mumbling apologies for being so harsh on him

all vox did after that was whisper sweet nothings in your ear, cradling you into his chest

“it’s alright, my dear,” he’d mutter into your hair before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead

all present negative and red emotions dissolve, replaced only with but the moment of you being held by vox

and for when you become aggressive with other people, vox is quick to intervene by taking you away for the time being until he can get you to calm down

“shh, hey, hey, look at me, sweet thing,” he then grabs your chin, making you pause. then he’ll just smile, kissing you

and once you’re ready to go back to the previous situation, vox knows that you’ll handle yourself better this time so he’ll let you go alone without having to be there next to you

that’s just how much he believes in you <3

once the situation has been dealt with, no longer in a state of hostility, vox will bring you into his arms again

loving headpats, gentle smiles, maybe unseiso jokes to make you laugh and of course, praises for having been able to control yourself

“you’re very strong, you know that?” he whispers, cupping your face with your forehead against his. “you’ve become an honored fighter.”

all in all, vox is someone you can lean on as he will never, ever judge you for who you were. he has the deepest understanding of how humans work among everyone else so it’s a given you’ll be safe with him ❤️

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

unlike vox, mysta will be the opposite of how he’ll react to you being a more aggressive natured person

because of this, mysta will be shrinking the first time seeing you being so harsh towards him

he’ll think that there’s something wrong with him every time it happens, wondering if there should be anything he needs to change in order for you to be happier with him

i think mysta is afraid to talk to you about it too, worried that you might get offended by it

the relationship will be super rocky at first with so much tension happening between the two of you

he considered letting you go tbh, but made up his mind when he saw you acting the same with other people

mysta watches you being angry at small things, continuing to be hostile

he notices how these people acted the same as he did

that’s how mysta knew that the problem didn’t really lie within him, more so there was something in you that caused you to be like this

after mustering up all the courage he had in the fibers of his body, mysta pulled you aside one day and spoke first

“c-can i talk to you about something, y/n?” he isn’t without his anxiety though but he’s determined to pull through

you tilt your head, “okay? what’s up mysta?”

“please don’t be offended by it, okay? i don’t mean anything bad,” he sighs. “i’ve noticed how… uh, you’re very aggressive. with me, with other people.”

at his observation, you turn pale with grief

“ha-have i been scaring you?” you stammer, bringing your hands together. you drop your head, “i-i’m so sorry mysta, i didn’t mean to! i never wanted to scare you or anyone, honest! it’s just… um, well, i do get aggressive.”

mysta scratches the back of his head awkwardly, “well, yeah you do. and i wanted to talk to you about it. is something going or…?”

you avoid eye contact with him for a minute and mysta knew he just hit the core of the problem. so there was something going on you hadn’t told him about

“i just… don’t wanna get hurt is all,” you say.

and for once, mysta doesn’t feel like he has to be cautious with you anymore.

he’s looking at you in a different light

you seemed… vulnerable as you told him everything

the reasoning behind your more rough tendencies, how you are prone to being harsh

by the end of it, all mysta saw was a warrior who was trying their best to fight through it all. though it wasn’t best of ways to handle things, mysta knew what to do now

when you finish and it’s his turn to speak, he smiles full of relief and brings you into a hug

“i’m really sorry i scared you mysta… i didn’t mean to,” you mumble into his chest. but mysta only held you tighter

sigh, after all this time, you’ve only been fighting alone

“it’s okay, y/n. it really is,” he says, patting your head down. “i understand now and i’m glad i got to talk to you about it. you’re a real fighter.”

and that you were

in the beginning, things were a bit awkward as mysta was very unsure on how to handle someone with aggression

but did that stop him? nah

if anything, it kept motivating mysta to find a way to help you as best as he can

you were precious to him, so he wasn’t going to let you be alone anymore

when days were too rough for you, mysta will gladly be there for you even if it meant getting hurt by your harsh words

he’ll do his best to patiently untangle what causes the tension, intervening when necessary

i think mysta won’t have the willpower like vox to completely stop you but he’ll definitely try to prevent it when he sees the signs

times like these will be long, but it’s more bearable with mysta there. when you start seeing red, he’s going to appear before you and remind you to take more control of your emotions

his silly clownish self will most times work after all

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

man is used to interacting with aggressive people since he is the literal boss of a mafia

he’ll admit he was slightly shocked seeing this rough trait come from you

this doesn’t him stop however and he won’t be scared of you like how mysta would be

he does get hurt from what you say sometimes so he’ll try his best to gently tell you to ease up on your tendencies

luca knows it won’t be easy breaking out of it, since he’s well aware it’s part of someone, but he doesn’t want to risk exposing you to the bad things aggressive behaviors can cause

and tell me, isn’t it hard staying mad at someone as bright and adorable as luca?

thought so

the day was particularly hard for you, and well the people were just a thousand times more irritating than usual

which of course became the source of why your aggressive nature had come to its peak

you were pretty much untouchable. anyone who came close would be so much as singed upon approaching you

except for luca

“babe! babe! hey, hey, what’s wrong?” luca interferes immediately upon seeing the metaphorical red in your eyes

but you don’t pay him any attention yet, instead focusing on your subject of anger

seeing you so mad and harsh rly put luca on the spot the first time it happened, he was too frozen to do anything. however he finally came to his senses once you start sputtering some really bad, bad words

“woah, heyyyy,” luca stands in front of you, shielding whoever/whatever was the victim of your curses both for their benefit and yours

you would try to shove luca away, or maybe even start thrashing at him, but he’s quick to hold your hands and stop you

this finally breaks you out of your angered frenzy, pausing to take a breather

it seemed as though you finally woke up from a terrible dream, only now realizing luca was right in front of you

he was frowning as he tightly held your hands out of caution

and this broke your heart deep down seeing him concerned

“lu-luca?” you call out

luca smiles at you, bringing your hands towards his lips to place a chaste kiss

“hi,” he’ll chuckle, and you’ll do the same

he’s positively contagious like that

he probably won’t mention it right after, instead going straight to the point of the matter

if it was something involving someone else, luca will help resolve things with them and keep you at bay (most times you’re back calm again!)

but if it was just a trivial conflict, luca will direct your attention elsewhere, preferably to things you enjoy or play games he was interested at the time

“hey, let’s get some food after this! i heard they opened a new restaurant and it’s super pog,” he’ll suggest, already tugging your hand out towards the door

it’s only when you’re completely calm again does luca address your aggressive nature that day, gently telling you that things didn’t need to be solved in such a manner

“if you need help with it, you know i’m always here, babe!” luca grins, bringing you into a bear hug. “there’s nothing to be ashamed of to ask for help.”

luca kaneshiro does not judge, first and foremost. he’s always very understanding and will put your feelings first before his no matter what happens. he chose to be with you, so he’ll stay with you, aggressive behaviors and all

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

i hate to break it to you but the first time it happened, ike didn’t receive it too well

he initially thought you were being brash or unnecessarily irrational about your emotional control, definitely irritated by your actions

when you kept saying offensive things, an obnoxious amount of curse words and getting too tense over a small matter, it lit ike on fire

“would you stop being such a brute?!” ike snaps, his patience paper thin

but of course, this only pushes you deeper into the abyssal anger you had been holding onto

if your subject of madness wasn’t already on ike, you redirect your attention to him and get into a super heated argument over-

well pretty much nothing…

it originally didn’t even mean much but with the back and forth clapbacks and sinister comments, it seemed like a bigger problem than it should be

it only ends when you say something overboard and it genuinely hurts ike, to the point where he isn’t mad anymore, he’s just sad

he’ll stay silent and let you bark at him

once you finish, ike mumbles a soft apology before leaving

you could say that this might be the worst episodes of being aggressive, and you weren’t a villain, you didn’t have bad intentions

the situation just pushed you into it, and tbh, you hated how you didn’t fight it enough

now ike is somewhere, wounded by your words and actions

your heart was beyond broken at this rate

so you try to look for him, desperately wishing that he’s somewhere within your reach and still in a state where things can be fixed between you two

luckily, he was in his study, back turned to the door as he worked readily into the evening

ike tensed when the door creaked open, but he didn’t turn around.

man that stung…

you inhale whatever courage you had left in you before asking, “c-can i talk to you, ike?”

look, he may gotten mad and irritated at you over what happened, but that didn’t mean he was in to ignore you

so he sighs and turns around, eyes visibly tired

“fine.”

you take a brave step forwards and start explaining your situation, from the beginning till how it all ended up being

“oh… oh god,” ike’s voice is trampled upon, you don’t know by what but he quickly stands and brings you in for an embrace

you snuggle against him anyway though, despite the guilt eating you up inside from being so unnecessarily angry

ike starts to pat your head down, placing kisses all over your face before he starts apologizing profusely, “i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry…”

“what for, ike?”

“i became mad at you and thought you were being so annoying by being so angry at little things when really, it’s not like that,” he mutters into your hair, hugging you even tighter.

“hey, it’s my fault too for not telling you and i should’ve controlled myself better,” you smile gently

but ike shakes his head, “i’m sorry…”

“it’s okay, ike.”

you bet this experience stuck with him for so, so long. not only with you either, he learns to be more patient with anyone! he isn’t quick to react like he used to, especially when he doesn’t know the full stories to things

ike after that seemed to be clinging on to you much closer than usual

in reality, he’s actually studying your habits and personality more, making sure that he can help control your more aggressive nature whenever it acts up

he won’t hesitate to do research on how to handle things much easier without hurting him or you too, since he only wants the best for you

when you’re being particularly moody, ike is quick to intervene and push you away from the situation by gently trying to coax you out of your red state

it’s going to take some time, he understood that, but he’s willing to do it

for you as well, after that huge fight, whenever you see ike you always manage to calm down although sometimes just by a bit

but the longer he stayed and the more he insisted on being with you until it doesn’t hurt anymore, you start to ground yourself again

when you finally get to the point you’re calm again, it’s easier to manage things especially since it’s more than likely ike will stay to help you out

“are you okay?” ike will ask you, with a soft beam across his face. you nod before he leans in for a chaste kiss. “good, i’m glad.”

ike will probably bring you over, have you sit next to him or on his lap and just silently enjoy each other’s presence, him reading, you working, just be together <3

things won’t be perfect with ike. he too is still as human as you after all, but ike is willing to accept all of your flaws and stories just as much as you accept all of his

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

he won’t lie, he’ll be super intimidated the first time he saw you get so incredibly mad

it’ll feel like he’s walking on a landmine, if not careful he might set off something unwanted

especially when it kept happening in the next few weeks

shu might or might not forget how to joke or talk to you, you may also say that it got awkward between you two

but shu didn’t want that to happen so he tries to ease into conversations with you

the best he can ;-;

“hey, babe,” shu would’ve bring you into a hug and kiss you all over, but he retracts it to just a mere peck on the cheek

you’ll notice obviously, with the lack of communication you guys had and just how less shu is showing affection

you worried if this was the phase where he was beginning to fall out of love with you but instead of wallowing over it, you approach him

“shu? can i talk to you about something?”

he looks at you, nodding. “sure, what’s up?”

“um, a-are we okay? you seem more… distant,” you avoid contact and shu realizes then the mistake he made of being too cautious with you

he instantly has you sit down in front of him, cupping your face gently all the while still firm and reassuring

your eyes are filled with uncertainty, visible worry and some desperation

shu’s heart had never split open that badly

“baby, i am so sorry for making you feel like this,” he sighs, kissing your nose. “i don’t mean to make you doubt but… ah, how do i say this?”

he then feels your fingers touch his

“you can tell me.”

shu spares you a look before saying, “you know how you’ve been getting mad a lot more?”

you catch on almost immediately and pale up

“i have to admit, it's kind of scary… i never see you like that and i may or may not have started to give you space even though you didn’t ask. now i know that was a big mistake on my part.”

to think it was a good idea to leave you alone…

“i-it’s partly my fault too, shu.”

“hm? how so?”

then you start recounting everything, from the very first time it triggered you and how you learned to pretty much protect yourself from it, though through more harsh means

for the first time in a while, shu sees you slowly stripping yourself of your outside walls

now all that’s left is but your more vulnerable self, raw and nothing to hide

“i just don’t want to get hurt but if it hurts you, i’ll try to change i’ll—“

shu places a finger on your lips, which instantly shuts you up as he removes it again

the sorcerer sighs, proceeding to brush away your hair and leaning against your forehead

“you’re already perfect, there’s no need to change.” he smiles softly. “i was just a bit surprised at first. but i’m okay with it. just let me help you when it hurts okay? i don’t want to leave you alone again.”

and shu is a man of his words, what he says goes

he will do his darnest to make sure that you don’t doubt yourself anymore, especially because of him

if you wanted help to control yourself, shu is more than willing to be there and hold you throughout the entire process, cheering you on and offering any possible direct support

when it gets bad, shu will notice right away and will do more of the preventing rather than stopping it

he’ll mentally note down when you’re about blow off steam, so he can prevent it ahead of time and make sure you’re reacting to the situation with a cooler head

it helps you form a good habit of controlling yourself too, so i’d say shu would be the quickest out of luxiem to help you sort things out in terms of self control

when they say shu is a sorcerer, he does actual wonders for the people around him and can get a hold of things super quickly

you are absolutely no different to this effect, if anything, you become a whole lot more important to his life. any help or support needed, shu will throw away his life plans to make sure you were doing okay <3

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finelinevogue · 4 years ago

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Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

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nymphbnny · 4 years ago

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

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rainythefox · 2 years ago

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Nightfall (Epilogue)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (Wesker & William Bromance). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content. AO3 Link

Epilogue

One month later…

The closing discussion was nothing but blether in her ears. Professor Wendell prated on about next week's assignments, reiterating a few key points on the board before removing her glasses to wipe them with her shirt. Claire disregarded the noise, her blue eyes scrupulously scanning over the large class five minutes before the start of her weekend.

Some students were just as restless, just as inattentive to their professor as she was. Like a nearby couple ogling each other with knowing smiles. Most others paid close attention, jotting down notes. Like the girl next to her, absorbing all Professor Wendell had to say.

Claire shook out of her trance long enough to scribble down some important notes in the hum of her professor's chatter. Professor Wendell dismissed them not even twenty seconds later. Claire slammed her textbook shut, sliding it and her notebook into her backpack as others did the same. She slung it onto one shoulder, snatched her parka, and beelined for the exit. It was unlike her to be in such a hurry to get out of class, but it had been that way lately. Other students had the same idea as Claire, just as eager for freedom or in a hurry to get to their next class.

The hallways were filled in moments as a couple other classes ended. Claire adjusted her backpack while following the crowd, peeking into some classrooms still in session as she passed them by.

She listened to what was said around her. She observed each individual, inquisitive, perhaps even prying, wondering what their motives, feelings, and desires might be.

A guy Claire's age walked alone, even in the mass, eyes lowered and lost in thought. Was he sad? Lonely? Homesick? Had he lost a loved one?…His were unknown.

Two other guys snickered while talking about a "hot girl", one motioning out what could only be her figure. Theirs were plain as day.

You're doing it again…

The younger Redfield shook herself out of it once more. When had this habit become so excessive? She'd always enjoyed learning what made people tick, hence the Sociology major and Psychology minor, yet she had never felt the need to figure out every single person around her, not before him anyway. Wesker had certainly done something to her. Claire decided the reason was she wanted to understand why he deciphered people and how he was able to do it so effortlessly. More than anything…she wanted to understand Wesker himself. He was the ultimate enigma.

Someone snatched her bag and tugged backwards. Her mind instantly recalled when Roth and Bennett had jumped her. Claire tightened her grip on the strap, pulling forward and then spinning around to give whoever it was a painful slug to the chest.

"Ack!" The young man let her go, wincing as he rubbed his chest. "Shit, that hurt!"

Claire sighed, miffed at first, but quickly calmed down. "Sorry. Reflex."

Luke. Her most recent ex-boyfriend. One of only two other guys she had slept with besides Wesker. Despite ending their relationship, they still remained good friends, although Claire knew he still crushed on her hard. Athletic and cute, he played sports like she did. He had bright eyes, a sweet smile, and sported this boy band haircut that seemed to be the "in" thing right now.

Although a little on the tame side, he was a good guy. Claire had even considered getting back together with him before Christmas break. After a thrilling affair with Wesker and the life-or-death trials he puppeteered, however, Luke was…well, he was only a boy to her, now.

He laughed it off. "All good. Honestly, what else should I have expected?"

"If you two would stop flirting in the middle of the hallway, maybe we could actually leave?" huffed a familiar voice.

Traci. Her best friend. One person Claire could trust with anything, even her deepest, darkest secrets. She shared Claire and Luke's love of sports, but was also a bookworm and just as stubborn as Claire. She was true to herself and those around her, and Claire loved that about her. Through thick or thin, she would always have Claire's back, and Claire would always have hers.

Traci scowled at them with arms crossed. Luke sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Trace…perfect timing as always."

Traci linked her arm with Claire's and the three of them were off. Claire started off listening intently to her best friend's recap of basketball and her last class once they got outside, but soon found herself zoning out again, despite her best efforts. There was no snow, thank goodness, but it was still cold as all hell. Claire broke free from the gabbing Traci and handed Luke her backpack so she could slip into her parka. When she tried to take back her bag, Luke just slung it over his other shoulder.

"After my breakup with Kyle, I'm ready to get into some trouble," Traci joked, continuing on from her story that Claire wasn't really listening to.

They headed for the university's parking lot, where Traci's car awaited them. Luke had his own vehicle, but Claire's motorcycle was still stored for winter and so she mostly rode with Traci.

Every Friday they went to Scooter's for the best burgers in town before heading back to Traci and Claire's shared dorm.

"Wanna go to Adrian's party tomorrow night?"

"Shouldn't we be studying?" Luke teased. "I still haven't even recovered from the last hangover."

"Wimp!" Traci playfully shoved her friend. "That was when we first came back after break! And since when are you worried about studying? We're all straight-A students. We always do our work first before fun. Hell, I think we're more prepared for the real world than half the campus!"

Claire frowned, zoning out of Traci and Luke's conversation, a silent sigh fluttering between her lips. Those two were always razzing each other. She stared at the ground just as they hit the parking lot, refusing to look at passing students, in fear she'd lose herself in speculation again.

What did Traci know of the real world? What did any of them know? What they were taught in regards to the "real world" was nothing compared to what she'd endured of it over the holidays. There were more powerful forces at hand, sinister ones, all in the shadows of what they thought they knew.

She struggled with the point of it all now…school, parties, all the insignificant bullshit people made big deals out of. She felt very out of sorts with herself, and it was harrowing realizing how much Albert had affected her. He had certainly ripped some sort of blinders away, blinders she didn't even realize she had and which she now missed. In a way, he had ripped away her remaining innocence, and although for selfish motives, he had done so to protect her. Perhaps it was a greater gift than even what he'd done with her uncle…Claire just didn't know how to appreciate it yet.

No. You're just suffering from some kind of PTSD. Everything will go back to normal. You'll be back to yourself soon, Claire. Time. Just need time.

She wondered how much time. Claire hadn't seen her lover in just over a month, and yet he still impacted her this much. She thought about him every day. The way he had seized her, the way he had taken her, the way he had killed for her.

Asshole. What did you do to me?

Traci grabbed her arm and spun her around, snapping Claire out of her intrusive thoughts. "Claire! Did you not hear me?"

"Huh?"

Her best friend sighed. "No one home again. Are you sure you're alright? You've been kinda out of it lately."

"Yeah, sorry. I just haven't been feeling well," Claire half-lied.

"Do we need to take you back to the dorm?" Luke asked, concerned.

Claire mustered up the best "real" smile she could pass off. "No! A juicy burger will do me some good. I'm starving!"

"Okay, so what about the movie then?"

Oh, so that's what they had asked her…to go see a movie. Claire shrugged. "Why not?" She struggled to be on board with it, but maybe it would provide the distraction she desperately needed.

They were close to Traci's car now. Claire stared at the asphalt, trying really hard to listen to Luke as he told them about how he had it "rough" over Christmas break. Claire could only close her eyes and grit her teeth as she thought about the people she'd seen die right in front of her. Killed by a man who had blackmailed, threatened, and manipulated her…and who had become her lover in the mix of it all. Luke had no idea what "rough" was.

"Hold up," Traci interrupted, stopping abruptly.

Claire halted beside her, and Luke nearly bumped into her. Traci gestured ahead, curious yet unsure. "Nice car."

Claire immediately recognized the black Jaguar XKR parked next to Traci's car…and the man beside it.

"Who the hell is he?" Luke asked.

Claire's eyes locked with Albert's and she froze. He waited with arms crossed, leaning against the passenger side of his car. The corner of his mouth quirked once he noticed her obvious shock at seeing him here. Her heart jounced around in her ribcage as she promptly thought of what to say.

She turned to her friends, throat suddenly dry. "Uh, he's a friend of my brother's."

"A friend of Chris's? What, is he a cop, too?" Traci asked, looking between Claire and the waiting STARS Captain, who currently wasn't dressed as such.

"Yeah."

After a few glances back and forth, Traci proved to know her too well. "Ohhhhhhh. A 'friend' of 'Chris's'. Gotchu. Does your brother have any more 'friends'? Because hot damn, girl!" Her best friend playfully nudged her with an excited wink.

"It's not like that," Claire lied, knowing she needed to go to him soon. "I gotta go."

"Hey! Wait up." Traci pulled her to the side as Luke put himself between them and Albert.

Wesker sneered in amusement but abided the hindrance. Feeling his eyes fixed intently on her made her skin tingle in excitement.

"Everything's cool, right? You'd tell me if something was wrong? I just want to make sure I'm not letting you get into some psycho's car," Traci whispered.

Claire smiled at her. "Everything's fine, Trace. I'll tell you all about it later, alright?"

Her best friend slowly nodded and backed away. She gave Wesker one last look before hollering, "C'mon, Luke. Let's go."

Claire retrieved her bag from him. "I won't be at the movie or Adrian's party," she mumbled. That's what her gut was telling her anyway, but those words only seemed to set off Luke and he blocked her path, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Luke," Claire warned.

"Something's off with this guy, Claire. You shouldn't go."

"Let me go," Claire softly ordered, deep down terrified for him. "Get out of the way."

"But-"

"Move."

Confused, he finally stepped aside with a defeated sigh. Claire felt bad, but she had to do it. She had no idea how far Wesker's possessiveness of her would go, and she wasn't about to test it.

Claire exuded calm as she approached her lover, though lightheaded from so many feelings surging beneath her skin. She was apprehensive and annoyed, but she was also excited and happy. Claire was relieved when Albert kept his eyes on her, seemingly apathetic to the lingering Luke.

Traci grabbed Luke's arm and yanked him to her car. Claire waved goodbye as they slowly pulled out. "Please don't hurt them, they don't know shit. Luke's just-"

Wesker placed a finger over her lips to hush her, then gently cupped her chin in his hand. "Relax, darling. You are fretting over something inconsequential. I will not harm anyone for simply being in your proximity."

Just as she relaxed, he added. "They have to give me a reason first." He gently squeezed her chin. "So let me remind you that I do not share what's mine."

Such baiting was typical of him, and so Claire bit her tongue and let it go. "What are you doing here?"

He tilted his head with that amused, playful smirk he reserved solely for her. "You know why I am here."

Although her heart jumped up a few more beats, she glared at him. "You can't just show up whenever you want."

His eyes twinkled at her challenge. "I can and I will," he affirmed, caressing his fingers down her neck, exposing it more to him before letting her go. "I'm entitled to you, Claire. No worries, however. I have your best interests at heart. I will not stand in the way of your education, but I know your schedule. As such, we are about to commence our own schedule. You'll know it by heart soon enough, my dear."

A small chill crept through her spine. Our own schedule? What does he mean by that?

"Our…own schedule?"

Some of the arrogance dropped from his smirk. It was more of a smile now, warmer, softer…for her. He leaned in to take her backpack. Claire thought he would kiss her with how close he got, her breath catching in her throat. Their eyes locked on each other, unblinking. His fingers lingered on her skin. She could tell he was craving to touch her, to kiss her, to have her.

She had the same cravings for him.

He withdrew, taking her bag with him, and opened the passenger door of his car. "Yes. We will be staying at the Four Seasons this weekend and shall discuss it there."

The Four Seasons?! That was the most luxurious hotel in the city! If she remembered correctly, she'd once heard it was over $500 a night.

His eyes remained on her, drinking in her stunned expression, and he chuckled. "Something the matter, dear heart?" he purred, still patiently holding the door open for her.

Our own schedule…Claire thought over all that had happened between them. She recalled William's revelation to her at the coffee shop. It was easy to believe him that Albert cared for her in his own way. William knew him best, after all. Honestly, taking in Wesker's handsome appearance, the cunning gleam in his eye, his deadly, oh so charming smile, it was disturbing yet thrilling knowing she'd earned the respect and affection of such a feared man.

For some reason, she returned to the last time they were together: Barry's Christmas party. He had downright refused to let her go because he didn't want to.

She barely smiled as it finally made sense, as she finally figured out what Wesker meant in his own way. What he did want…

He refused to let her go because he wanted her to himself, that was obvious. Albert didn't know how to love someone correctly - without conditions, without controlling them…without owning them. If she was right, he was attempting to alleviate that for her.

"You want a relationship...like a real one."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not sure what you are implying, exactly. We are in a relationship. You belong to me."

"You can't own people, Albert."

"I own plenty of people."

Claire sighed. "Let me finish…" She closed in so their bodies were inches apart and looked into his eyes. "You can't own someone and expect them to love you. You can't expect them to not hate you."

Wesker had told her she would hate him one day. She didn't want to…even though she should.

"I could not care less what others feel for me. They are merely tools."

"Me included?"

Albert frowned. "We both know you are smarter than that."

That settled it for her.

Claire whispered, "I'm going to put trust in you and believe that's what you really want here. I hope I'm right."

"Then get in the car," he whispered back. Although his tone was insistent, there was something underlying she just couldn't interpret.

She now understood that her life would never go back to normal. Ever. The way he stared at her, the way their bodies buzzed so close together, it would never be the same. The blinders were gone...So, too, was her innocence. She saw a different world now. Tainted. She had trouble breathing it in…but that is why her lover made sure he was her only source of oxygen…wasn't it?

She got into the passenger seat, inhaling her final breath of normalcy, of innocence…before the door shut and trapped her for good.

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

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Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

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The bunnies’ other jobs!

From my bunny cafe au

((I am so peeved :((( I had this all written out!! And I deleted it by accident!! Darnnnnn!!!))

Anon asked “You mentioned that some of the bunnies have day jobs so do they all have jobs outside the cafe or just a few?” (Something along these lines…again…I deleted it by accident 😔)

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Diluc/‘Angel’

After his father got bored with the wine industry, he passed the whole company off to Diluc on his 18th birthday in order to shift his focus to mining. Diluc found himself swamped with all kinds of business decisions while just barely being an adult. He expanded the company and hired some very trustworthy people to handle things for him so he could finish college

When the business was given to him, Diluc and Kaeya had an explosive fight over it. Kaeya felt like he deserved to have some say in what happens to the business, he’s still a part of the family! But Diluc refused to let him in on any decisions so Kaeya packed his bags and left (not before cussing him out in front of their father, staff and business partners). He was just in a silly, goofy mood. They’re fine now, not on the best terms but they do chat and meet up for lunch on occasion.

He is filthy rich, he couldn’t spend all of his all of his money if he tried, so he doesn’t really need the job at the cafe! Kaeya got him the job because he knew his brother was stuck in a weird, antisocial funk and needed some fun in his life

Diluc loves this job, he has a great time, but it isn’t his main job. His priority will always be the family business!! If he has to quit his job at the cafe, he would in a heartbeat

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Kaeya

Kaeya was going to go into the police academy but was scouted out by a modeling agency. They had seen him at Ragnvindr company events and thought ‘well damn’ so they gave him a pretty generous deal

Kaeya makes a good living off of modeling, the tips and paycheck from the cafe. He rakes in cash pretty quickly just cause he knows how to get it. That, and his dad sends him checks every other month as well. Kaeya thinks of it as ‘I’m sorry’ money. He isn’t wrong

He doesn’t travel much for modeling, which he doesn’t mind, so he kinda just hangs around the city with a lot of free time on his hands between photo shoots. That’s why he got this job at the cafe! It gives him something to do and it’s fun as hell ;)

Albedo

Bedo is one busy bunny. He finished college early and is getting his masters degree online. He works most days at the cafe and on the weekends, he tutors other college students in bio/chem/science related subjects

(He was actually Xiao’s tutor back when he was failing chemistry!! Xiao is very thankful for Albedo’s help!!)

His dream is to become a biochemist, he’s always been interested in cells and what makes up living beings. So having a career in that field would make him the happiest man alive

His mother and sister live outside the city in a more rural area so he spends a lot of time FaceTiming the two of them! Klee is always so excited to hear about Albedo’s experiments or the people he’s met while working in such a bustling, fun city :)

Zhongli

Zhongli is a simple man! He’s a bunny waiter and an artist

He creates intricate pieces based on folklore from different cultures, focusing mostly on dragons. His favorite medium is paint, he loves painting on glass and layering the panes in order to create a 3D piece

He sells his works to galleries, shops and anyone who wants them! As long as they appreciate the story behind the artwork. Sadly…He undersells his work. He could def be making more money but he just does not desire money or material goods the way others may

So he got his job at the cafe in order to help out his dear friend Ningguang, not for money, he only planned on working there for a month or two until she got more bunnies but…he ended up really loving the people he works with :’) he looks forward to working with them now and texts/calls them outside of work to meet up for lunch or bowling (such an old man thing to do omfg)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Dain was a bouncer at another bar before leaving to come to Celestia’s! He’s good friends with Beidou, they belong to the same motorcycle club so when she was talking to him about the lack of security at the cafe/bar, he stepped in to help out

Little did he know…he’d actually become a bunny…And like it

This is his full time job now, he doesn’t have another for the time being. While he is a bunny at the cafe, he still keeps an eye out for any threats to his coworkers and has access to the offices upstairs (Ningguang’s office and the security office)

When he isn’t waiting tables, he’s upstairs in a tank top and sweatpants keeping an eye on the security cameras and talking to the other security guards through their ear pieces

Ajax

Ajax is a student who doesn’t really have much time on his hands

He mows lawns in the summer and he’s quit his job as a cashier to come work at the cafe! He mostly works night shifts his cause he’s still going to school aaaaaand he’s on his college’s swim team! He’s about to graduate so he works close with his coach to help train the others on the team

He doesn’t really want his family knowing that he skips around in a skimpy bunny outfit and fucking customers most nights but I mean…They’re bound to find out if they see him in pictures people post

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is an art student!! He wants to be a tattoo artist :)

He’s already got one sleeve of tattoos, it’s unfinished but you can’t really tell just by looking. When he isn’t at the cafe, he’s either in class or shadowing Ganyu, his best friend and tattoo artist. Their art styles greatly differ, she focuses her craft on cutesy, colored tattoos, but she is skilled. And Xiao looks up to her

Xiao admires Zhongli too, they met at the cafe and when Zhongli found out Xiao wants to be a tattoo artist he told him that once he’s licensed, he wants to get a tattoo from him :’)

Baizhu/‘Honey’

Baizhu is a (mostly) full time pharmacist, hence why he isn’t usually at the cafe

He also has a niece, Qiqi, who he babysits often. He loves her very much so he has no problem watching her! Baizhu will even bring her to the pharmacy with him when he’s swamped with work. In the break room, he has a play kitchen, coloring books and a bunch of puzzles to keep Qiqi occupied while he works :)

When he’s not at work, he’s at home resting. He has chronic pain flare ups in his back and shoulders that can make life miserable :( he has plenty of good days that outweigh the bad! And as a pharmacist, he has access to any medicine he needs to make his life easier!

Dottore(Alain)/‘Doc’

Alain’s an oral surgeon who’s a little bit….too into his job

He isn’t phased by blood or gore so he’s easily able to conduct procedures that would make other squeamish. He’ll pull teeth, put in dental implants, remove rotten tissue, any of that without even flinching

Outside of that, he works at the cafe. He wears a mask in order to avoid being recognized even though at his job as a surgeon, he’s usually wearing a medical mask anyways. It’s just a precaution

This has nothing to do with his career but he used to be a tap dancer and actor so he’d join in on local theatre shows! He helped build sets when he wasn’t rehearsing. He doesn’t have time for that anymore (which kinda makes him sadddd) but he has all kinds of theatre playlists on his phone and in his car that he’ll sing along to

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Scara’s job at the cafe is his main job! His side job is something you may not expect from such a grump

He works at an animal shelter! In fact, he brings cats home to train so they have an increased chance of being adopted. Someone is more likely to adopt a potty trained, socialized cat than a feral cat who doesn’t know what a litter box is. So Scara brings them to his apartment for some one-on-one socializing, training and cuddling

One time he offhandedly mentioned working at an animal shelter while he was working at the cafe and sure enough, three separate customers from the cafe came by to adopt!!! Only one actually took an animal home but he was still surprised that those people had listened to him and cared enough to come by

Scara is a jerk most of the time but when he’s at home…by himself…With a lil kitten sleeping in his lap while he plays games on his PC…Yeah, he softens up a bit

So as you can see, we have a very diverse group working at the cafe! They’ve all learned a lot from each other, come to appreciate each other’s friendship and come to help each other out when one of their coworkers is in need or upset.

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