#so w h y am i dizzy

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:0 C:0.2]

(Siffrin)

“-Frin!”

(. . . Mirabelles voice. She’d be here to wake you up soon. You lay on the floor for just a little bit more. You’re tired, she can wait in town like she has every time. You don’t want to, face. . .)

“. . . Sif?”

(. . . . Wait-)

(Your eye flies open and you bolt up. No, not looping. You’re not looping you’re not looping you’re not looping, you’re fine you’re okay you’re okay. Calm down, calm down, calm down. . . You felt exhausted. Mirabelle knelt down next to you, and, you’re in the room with the orrery, laying on the floor.)

(. . . When did you get here?)

"Hey Mira!” (You say, and automatically follow up with,) “have you thought about doing a sleepover tonight?"

“. . .” (She opens her mouth to reply, o-oh, stars- you slap a hand over your mouth.)

(Smooth, idiot.)

“S-sorry. . .” (You mumble, looking away.)

“H-hey! There’s no need to be sorry, Siffrin.” (She smiles at you and offers you a hand.) “It’s, i-it’s just, habit, right?”

(You look back up at her, then away, then take her hand, stumbling to your feet.) “. . . Y-yeah. . .”

“And that’s!! Okay!!!” (She opens her arms.) “Hug?”

(You nod. She hugs you. After a second, you hug her back.)

(. . . You’re, really out?)

(Of course you’re out! What, you woke up halfway through a loop in a room that no-one else knows about? Stars you’re an idiot.)

(Yeah, yeah that was a pretty stupid thought. . . Wait.) “. . . Mira? W-why am I, here?”

(Mirabelle pulls away from the hug, worry clear on her face.) “I-I was going to ask you!! We’ve all been looking for you all morning!!”

“HUH?!?!?” (You jump up. They, what?!?!) 

“YOU SCARED US HALF!! TO!!! DEATH!!!!” (She pouted.) “And you don’t know why you’re here either?!?!”

(You shake your head.)

(Weird.)

>>>

(You’re sitting down in front of the frozen statue of the King, with Mirabelle and the Head Housemaiden talking a few feet behind you. You couldn’t see his face through his hair, or his hands. But you knew deep down he was smiling for maybe the first time in a very, very long time.)

(You don’t know why, but you wanted to look at him one last time before you leave.)

(Why did he get a chance to see it? Why didn’t you?)

(Because the Universe isn’t fair, that’s why.)

(No, the Universe has a reason. If the King wanted to see the Island, then, maybe this was the only way?)

(The two behind you are still talking, you don’t pay much attention. You were too busy looking at the flowers some people had left in front of him. Why? Why would people do that? Are the people of Vaugarde really that forgiving?)

(No, look at that one. It’s, you know, that one. That flower. It’s, it’s. . .)

(Just a flower.)

“Siffrin?”

(You jolt to attention when Mirabelle touches your back. You look at her, putting on your smile for a moment before a look from her wipes it off of you.) “. . . Y-yeah?”

“Are you alright?” (You nod.) “A-are you sure? You seemed really out of it.”

“Y-yeah, sorry, I’m. . . I-I’m okay now. Thank you.” (Your face twitches into an awkward, yet genuine, smile.)

(She smiles back and giggles. Standing up to turn back to the Head Housemaiden.) "A-as you were saying, Crafted Sadness?"

"Yes, Mirabelle, you could also call them Fused Sadness."

(Crafted Sadness? Fused sadness? Oh, you missed a lot more of the conversation than you thought.)

"That's my little theory, anyways!" (The head housemaiden says cheerily.) "So overcome with his own emotions in this house frozen in time, he spawned his own bonded sadness, and fused with it."

". . . . Is. . ." (You thought about your interactions with him, how he talked, how he, killed.) "He. . . He didn't, always, act normal. . . . Tears. . ."

(You shook your head, and looked down. You feel dizzy, so, so dizzy. Oh. . Why, why did he get, to. . .)

"A-are you sure, Head Housemaiden?" (Mirabelle asks.)

"It's just a guess, but, it's what I think." (The Head Housemaiden replies.)

(Why. . ?)

>>>

(You kept your head down as you walked away from the House of Change, as you walked through Dormont, and as you waited for the others to finish up anything they needed to do. You hold Isabeaus hand tighter, the two of you're sitting on the bench outside the library. You shuffle a bit closer.)

(It’s, over.)

(You felt it in your bones, it’s over. The birdsongs were different. The wind was different. The weather was different. It was all different. You were free, it’s over. It’s done. It’s done it’s done it’s done.)

(Isabeau puts an arm around you and pulls you a bit closer.)

(Neither of you said a word, you didn’t want to talk. You probably couldn’t talk even if you wanted to. All you needed, wanted, right now, was to breathe, and to be close. In, and out. You close your eye.)

(Odile was returning the familytale, having read it twice over. Bonnie was thanking that nice blind man for all the veggies, and Mirabelle was saying hi to her fan. Isabeau didn’t have anything to do, and you didn’t have anything you wanted to do. Before, you thought that maybe you could give everyone that perfect day. Help pick the right earrings, do the frog spell thing, go fishing. . .)

(Stupid.)

(. . . You turn and hide your face in Isabeaus' shirt.)

“Gwuh-” (he replied, despite “gwuh” not being a word. He rested a hand on your back, a hand in your hair. You wrapped your arms around him.) “. . . You'll be alright, Sif, okay?”

(You nod, and close your eye. You'll be alright. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. . .)

(You're going to Bambouche next. There, you'll finally meet Pétronille, and hope that she'd be okay with joining you all. It was a couple weeks journey, which would be fine for you all. But. . .)

(You could only imagine what she must be thinking. She told Bonbon to run, got frozen, and in a blink, she's back. It's almost half a year later, and Bonnie's disappeared. Stars, and the first thing she'd probably learn about Bonnie is that they're one of the Saviors of Vaugarde!)

(You’re starting to feel dizzy.)

(Oh relax, the hard part’s over now. You can relax, alright?)

(Right. . .)

(. . . You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, or how long you were hiding in Isabeaus' shirt. But you hear the voices of the rest of your family nearby. You breathe in, and out, then sit up to look.)

(Odile was waiting just a step away with her nose in a book, and Mirabelle was coming back from east Dormont, Bonnie in tow. Bonbon had a big, juicy carrot in their mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You’re all here, happy.)

“Everyone ready to go?” (Odile snaps the book shut.) 

“SUPER READY!!”

“Y-yes!! All ready!”

“Ready as ever!”

(You open your mouth to reply, but no sound comes out. So you just nod your head.)

(Look at that now the researcher is giving you a look. Well done! Very natural!)

(It’s not one of suspicion, it’s one of understanding.)

“I’ll lead the way this time!” (Mirabelle says excitedly.) “T-there’s no rush now, so Siffrin can have a break from leading the charge!”

(You smile at her, a silent “thank you.”)

(And your party’s underway. Bags; packed, legs; ready, excitement; peaked. You walked to the road that led north by northwest. For the others, they were re-treading a route they had just taken to get here not a week ago. But for you? It was almost a year ago.)

(176. One hundred and seventy six loops. Odile’s low estimate for your days trapped in Dormont, it was 225. For the average it was around 280, and the worst case scenario? A full 350 days. You didn’t want to think about how many pastries you ate, how many banana peels you slipped on, how many stab wounds you suffered, how many. . .)

(You’re at the edge of the town.)

(You shuffle to a stop and glance back. The others stopped too, waiting for you. They understood.)

(You looked back, the town felt a lot smaller from here. Most of it was blocked by the surrounding trees. In the distance, poking above the canopy, you could see the favor tree. Somewhere, a child was running in circles, flowers were being tended to, and daydreams were being daydreamed.)

(You take out the coins. Two coins, two identical coins. You thought you gave yours to Loop, you saw them take it, after all. The question of why you had it had been eating at you all week, but you just took it as a sign from the Universe.)

(You take one coin, and flip it, once, twice, three times! Because you know, you just know.)

(You take the other coin and flip it a fourth, fifth, sixth time. You know you’ll see them again.)

(Looking at them again, you couldn’t tell Loops from yours anymore. You think you’re alright with that.)

(You turn, and join the rest of your party- your family. As you lock your fingers around Isabeaus' hand, you’re smiling.) “Let’s get going!” (And it wasn’t even a forced smile.)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You turn onto the sidewalk, the world turning white with the snowstorm. Your boots slip, untied and loose on your feet, as you put your head down against the swirling flakes. All sound is dampened by the thick heaps on the ground and the continuous flurry all around.

It takes you a moment to get your bearings. You’re pretty sure you’re going the right way. You should’ve paid more attention on the drive over. There’s a lot of things you should’ve noticed before now.

You slip on a thick patch of snow and catch yourself on one knee. You blink as snow clings to your eyelashes as you peer around. Your ears are whistling but hot with the plummeting temperature and you can barely see the glove on your own hand. If the bus even comes, it won’t be for some while, and it will be at least one transfer to get back to familiar ground.

You squeak in fright as you feel a tug on the back of your coat, then a hand on your arm. You’re hauled back to both feet and turn to face your accoster. Bucky doesn’t wear a coat as his silver hair collects white powder and he squints against the wind.

“H-hey,” you try to pull away.

“It’s bad out. You won’t make it–”

“St-stop!” You holler in a pitchy tone, “I-I-I’m fine.”

“I can’t let you go out into this,” he insists, “look around,” he points to the house nearest but you can’t see much through the wall of white pelting down, “power’s out. Plows won’t be for a while. Come back, just until the roads are cleared.”

“N-no, I’m f-f-fine. I c-c-can take care o-of myself,” you wriggle free of his grasp.

“I know you can,” he puts his hands up as snowflakes melt into the fabric of his shirt, “please, they got travel warnings out. You can’t be out here right now.”

“Why w-w-won’t you l-leave m-me alone? Y-y-you don’t e-e-even l-like me,” you accuse.

He’s quiet, face contorted against the whipping snow, his cheeks tinged slightly with the cold. He shakes his head, “I never said that.”

“Y-you don’t g-gotta.”

“Well,” he grabs your elbow and yanks you around, “I don’t hate you.” He marches you down the walk, your soles slipping, making resistance perilous, “so get inside.”

“W-w-woah,” you stumble as he keeps a brisk pace, his soles mulching into the layers of snow, “s-slow–”

He takes you back down the walk towards his house. The pool of sick you spat up is already hidden. He shoves you ahead of him as you get to the steps and follows you closely, reaching around you, nearly flush to your back, to open the door. He points you inside.

You kick your boots off and clamour in onto the mat. You turn to face him as he snaps the door shut behind him. He combs his fingers into his hair, messing it up to shake off the snow. You ball your fists as you stare at him, dizzy from the suddenness of your return.

“You have no idea, do you?” He sneers. “You go out there without a thought. A storm like this is dangerous, you know?”

“J-j-jeez,” you chatter, “you s-sound like my dad.”

He growls as he rips his boots off, shaking his head, “sounds like a smart man.”

“B-B-Bucky, I would b-be f-f-fine–”

“I made you tea before the power cut,” he interjects, “drink it, wait for the storm to calm. Then you can tell me to fuck off. How about that?”

“I d-d-didn’t–”

“Are you so unused to people giving a shit about you that you can’t accept a single nice thing?” His voice rises, startling you. “I mean, I heard your mother on the phone, I hate to put my nose where it doesn’t belong but Jesus Christ–”

“H-hey,” you murmur meekly, but not loud enough to stop him.

“You’re a smart girl, you just don’t give yourself a chance because you got all these other idiots dumping on you,” he rants at you with his hand in the air, “you shouldn't listen to them. You’re thirty years old, goddamnit, and you wrote a damn good script.”

You blink at him dumbly. He cringes as he seems to remember himself, to recall that he’s a grumpy old man, and that you’re just some irritating bug flying around his head. He lifts his hand to the back of his neck and scratches as you sway and look at the carpet.

“Take your coat off and come get your tea before it gets cold,” he sidles past you, brushing closer than you expect. He stalks off behind you but you’re too nervous to look after him. You hear another raspy hiss, “fuck…”

You put your armful down on the low bench, your movements slow and slightly shaky. You wet your chapped lips with your tongue as you stare at the door. You shrug off your coat and hang it on the rack then leave your boots on the rack.

You turn to face the house and wring your hands. Somehow, he can make hospitality seem like an attack. You hear the gales battering outside the walls as the snow continues to trim the window frames. He’s right, you were just as stupid as ever to go out into that. You’ll never tell him that though.

You slowly traipse down to the kitchen and find him there. He has his elbow on the counter as he leans over a mug and a book. There’s a booklight clipped to the top of the page in the dim of the power outage. Another glow comes from behind him, a candle lit and flickering with the scent of burning wood.

As you approach, he slides a mug towards you without looking up. You thank him in a mousy voice and let the warmth of the porcelain soothe you. You inhale the scent, it’s an interesting flavour but still steaming too hot too taste.

“Gingerbread…” he intones without looking up, “it looked interesting…” he pauses and lets his eyes flick up, “seemed like a you thing.” He reaches to the front of his shirt, unhooking the wire framed glasses there. He wipes them with his sleeve before putting them on and refocusing on his book, “you can tell me if it’s shit.”

You’re silent. You don’t know what to say. You were more than prepared to disappear into the blizzard, but not this. The realisation slowly sinks in. You’re trapped here and not just by his indomitable will.

[dtmacgxstorys]

Victor Grantz X Reader!

This is a Victor Grantz/Postman X Gender Neutral Reader! (No Plan, Just Write!)

Note: So I took a couple different quizzes sometime ago, & apparently I'm most like Eli Clark, Aesop Carl & Victor Grantz!? Any, a story for my kin! 🥰

You wake up in an unfamiliar place with no money of how you got here. You try to get up, but the moment you sit up, you feel very dizzy. You feel something rude up against your leg. You look over to see a brownish yellow bulldog with a cute little top hat on. "Oh, Hello there little cutie!" You said, scratching the dog behind the ear. "... do you need help?" You turn to see a man with almost golden hair & eyes. ".. umm yeah." You take his hand & he helps you up. ".. where am I?" "The Oletus Manor. .. I'm Victor Grantz by the way." "Thank you Victor. Why am I here?" He fell silent, so you look up at him to see him looking at the dog. ".. is that your dog, what there name?" He bends down to pick the dog up. "His name is Wick!" Wick barks at you & you scratch under his chin.

You hear a door open & an overwhelming number of people introduced themselves. By the time most of them were done, one of them said it was almost time for dinner. They show you to the dining room, then Frederick Kreiburg ask: "So, who would you like to sit with, or do you not care?" "Umm.. I like to talk with Victor more." "Really!?" Victor says in surprise. "o-ok." "Anyone else in particular?" Frederick ask. "Uummm... no." A guy with an old black eye sits across from you. "Hi, Hi! Names Luca, what's yours?" "Um hi, I'm Y/N." "Huummm, nice name." Luca hums. "Hello. My name is Eli Clark. Do you mind if I join you?" "Not at all!" You say. "Thank you,... you're not bothered by my owl?" "No, I actually like most animals." Eli smile at your words. "Umm h-helo, I'm Matthias Czernin, you mind if I join you as well?" "Of course you may just us." "... Th-Thank you." Matthias sits next to Luca with a small smile. The food comes out & the five of you take almost the whole time.

After you finish eating, Victor says: "Oh yeah, do you want me to show you to your room? Mine is actually near your, and I need to grab something." "Ok." You follow him out of the dining room & up some stairs, down a long hallway. "Well, here's your room. Talk to you later, Y/N." "Later Victor." You close the door behind you & say to yourself: "He's Too Cute!" The next day, at breakfast, you eat with Luca Balsa, Matthias Czernin, Edgar Valden, Eli Clark & Tracy Reznik. "Oh, by the way Y/N, if you want or never to have sex, you can always come to me, cutie~, I'll be respectful." You almost choke on your water. "What the fuck Luca! You ok Y/N?" Matthias ask you. "*Cough* yeah, thanks Matthias." "So Y/N, have a crush on anyone yet?" Tracy ask. "They haven't even been here for 24 hours yet, I be very surprised if they do." Eli says. "Well, actually, I think I do, but I not telling you guys who it is." Really!?" Eli, Edgar & Matthias say as the same time. "Ok, fair enough." Tracy said. After breakfast, you decided to go outside for some fresh air. You see Victor sitting on the grass under a tree & walk over to him. Wick happily barks at you & Victor looks up at you. "Oh, hi Y/N! How are you?"

"I'm good, you mind if I sit with you?" "..no, go ahead." You sit a little way away from him. "Thank you." "No problem." He says. You two sit in awkward silence for a while & Wick had lied down in between the two of you. After a while, Wick gets up & shakes, then walks to the other side of Victor & jumps on him, causing his head to fall on your lap. "Aah W-Wick, w-why?" "You ok, Victor?" You ask him while petting Wick. "Y-yeah, are you?" "Yes." You don't look down at him, so you don't see just how scared he is, but you do feel him shaking, but decide not to ask him why. "o-ok Wick, get down boy." Wick get off Victor & he gets up & sits a little bit faster from you. Victor was acting more reserved around you after that incident. You decide to give him space for a while.

You're on your way to the dining room for dinner & you see Eli & Victor taking. "Hi Victor & Eli!" "Good evening, Y/N." Eli says. "..h-hi Y/N." "Victor, why don't you join me & Y/N for dinner?" Eli asked Victor "if he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to." You say. "I-I th-think I will." "Really!?" You say. "Y-yeah, lets go." Victor said while walking to the dining room. You are almost done eating when Victor wispers to you: "..h-hey Y/N, c-can we talk outside after this?" "Of course Victor." After dinner, you follow Victor outside. "Are you ok Victor?" Victor doesn't say anything for a while & Wick paws at him. After a while, he ask: "... y-you d-don't w-w-want t-to u-use m-me, d-do y-you?" Your eyes widened at his question. "...what, ..is that why you were shaking when you fell on me? No, Fuck No, I never.. Victor,... you didn't deserve-" "It's ok Y/N, I believe you." He turns to look at you & smiles. You stand there looking confused. "...Victor... are you sure you're okay?" "Hu?" His eyes widened at your question. "If you don't want to see me every again, I'll understand. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me-" "and that's why I wanted to talk with you. I now know you're not that type of person."

You started there, confused. ".. i-i think I need to sleep on all this." He walks over to you & pulls his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him. "It's an accident and misunderstanding. I'm not upset with you." "I get that, I do, but now I feel guilty for liking you, and I don't know what to do about it." He backs away from you a little. "...w-what?" Your eyes widen & cover your mouth after you realize what you just said. "Sh-Shit, S-Sorry V-Victor!" You say before running inside & to yours room. You plop on your bed & hug a pillow tightly & quickly start to cry. You're like this for an hour or so before you hear a knock at your door. You slowly get up & wipe the tires away & crake the door. ".. I know that I'm the last person you want to see right,but, .. I don't think you should be alone right now!" You hear Wick pawing to get in. "... I just want to make sure you don't try to hurt yourself... or worse." You open the door to let them in.

You walk back over to your bed & plop on it again. You feel him sit on your bed & Wick lay down right next to you. "...didn't want I say make you uncomfortable?" You ask him. You feel his hand gently rub your shoulder. "I just want to make sure you get sleep." You shiver from his tuch & words. "Sorry, did I scare you by touching you? I should have ask-" "you didn't scare me." You cut him off. "oh!?" Is all he said, continuing rubbing your shoulder. You two say stay like that for a long time. You feel Victor get up & try to grab Wick, but Wick walks to the other side of the bed. "Wick, we have to go." You just barely hear him wisper to Wick, but he just lays down on the other side of you. You feel him sit back down on your bed, but this time, Victor lays down next to you, your backs almost touching etchother. "Sorry Y/N, Good night!" You hear him wisper & you smile.

End!

It's 3:44am🫠

[k-nayee]

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Nothing

That's is the first thing you wake up to.

A void.

You awaken in it, feeling as if floating in an expanse of emptiness.

You see nothing.

Feel nothing.

As if answering an unspoken cue, the sensation of falling takes place.

The moment you touch what seems to be a flat surface, the void gives way to light-so blinding that it forces your eyes shut.

Blinking rapidly, you sit up as the world comes into focus bit by bit.

Your...hands?

They are the first thing your attention latches onto. You flex them instinctively as if to confirm their existence.

And with each movement, a sense of familiarity returns like a distant memory resurfacing from the depths of your mind.

Once satisfied, your curious gaze starts to travel, taking notice of other parts of you.

Using your hands to glide over what you understand to be your body, each touch brings a rush of knowledge into your once naïve mind.

Moving down to your...legs-yes, those are definitely legs, you freeze at the sight of the...wiggly small-fingered, big flat hands (???) attached to them.

Eyes wide in fascination, you lean forward, ignoring the pulling strain it does to your unused muscles.

'What are they used for? Another set of hands?' Giving them a wiggle, you're almost hesitant to touch them.

Shakily reaching out, awe is immediately replaced with a deadpanned look the moment you give one a timid squeeze.

You continue to poke and prod at your feet in bemusement of initially finding them captivating.

❝Wow...who woulda thought you'd have such a thing for feet?❞

Your neck nearly snaps at how fast you whip towards the voice with a yelp. Standing a few feet away stood a young woman.

Her smile is the first thing that you notice, radiating a kind of warmth that makes you want to bask in forever. She seemed to emit a healthy glow from the light around, her brown skin smooth and vibrant.

The large, clear-framed glasses perched on her nose magnified the friendliness in her eyes, adding an intellectual charm to her youthful face. Deep black curls frame her face perfectly, bouncing with every subtle movement.

'She can't been no more than fifteen' you think, noting her youthfulness and the playful light in her eyes.

❝H-how long were you there?❞ The question tumbles out with a sputter, still shooketh from the surprise.

❝Long enough to see you playing footsies with yourself,❞ she quips, tone light with an edge of cheekiness.

You release a nervous chuckle, avoiding her teasing gaze in attempt to save face. ❝Ah...y-you saw that huh?❞

She says nothing, a head shake and light snort is her only response before any amusement left fades into seriousness.

The sudden shift in her demeanor sends a ripple of unease through you; making you get on your feet to confront better.

❝W-where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?❞ you blurt, a flurry of questions that betray your apprehension.

Instead of answering, she simply tilts her head.

❝Really? You're not gonna say anything?❞

Silence.

❝Like deadass, forreal?❞ You grow more irritated than anxious. ❝I'm not playing these games with you. Whe-❞

That's when a wave of vertigo hits.

You stagger, quickly looking at her in alarmed as your vision begins to blur and double.

❝You know...I've always dreamed of traveling to different universes. Being able to live along side my favorite characters, to laugh with them, to fight alongside them, to love them. To be free...❞ her voice echo in your head, filled with yearning and ache.

❝...but I can't.❞

As her words wash over you, everything becomes too much.

The room spins faster; you feel queasy, dizzy till the point your knees buckle causing you fall to the ground.

❝I truly thought all hope was lost...❞

Through the haze of dizziness, her feet come into focus. You shakily look up at her for help, a silent plea shinning in your gaze.

Shadows casted on her face making it difficult, her eyes are the only thing you can clearly see: they're tinged with sadness-and something else.

She does nothing but stare down at you, watching your suffering with a face of indifference before a warm grin slowly spread across her face. ❝Then I made you.❞

As your vision begins to fade her voice is the last thing you hear, a whisper as darkness takes you into its grasp one last time.

❝My little Traveler❞

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Even though this book is mainly for my own entertainment and pleasure, I still want others to enjoy it too!

However, there are a few things I must speak up on before this ball gets rolling:

1) This book was written by me and how I believe the stories should go. If you don't like what you reading...ya ass out.

2) I live a life outside of Tumblr, so please don't be commenting "update update!" That shit is rude and disrespectful and I don't like pressure; takes the fun out of writing.

3) Plagiarism is a HELLA big no no. Takes a lot of time and energy to even to write out a whole completed chapter other than half-assed drafts. I'm all for being ya inspiration and all, but at least tell me you're doing it.

4) Please don't come on my most recent updated chapters and comment "can you update xyz?" If there's no [1/?] behind the title, its a stand-alone chapter unless I change it.

Okay! That's all I gotta say for this. See y'all later!

[yeonjun4beagles]

dom tyun w a corruption kink i feel dizzy

a/n: please send in more tyun hard thoughts 😔 i am in my brainrot 😔 and like and reblogs are appreciated always!! <3

OOF YES taehyun may or may not realise that he has a corruption kink, it being awaken the first time he laid his eyes on you. his thoughts always makes him feel bad, why is he thinking this kind of thing about you? about how he would teach every single things he want you to do, to make you pleasure him, to have you on your knees, your innocent eyes brimmimg with tears as you looked into his eyes, mouth stuffed full with his cock? it felt so wrong yet it got him so so turned on 😩

taehyun would then distance himself from you, from the guilt but mainly because he doesn't know if he can control himself in front of you. well, not until one night he'd pass by your door, all while going to the kitchen to calm himself for his thoughts of you, only to hear your faint whimpers.

was that his name that he heard? are you calling him? should he knock? oh the door isnt closed properly... just a little push of the door has you displayed oh-so-prettily on your bed, your hands in between your legs, moaning his name. "oh princess, what do we have here? did i hear right? you're moaning my name, y/n", taehyun smirked, his hands folded on his chest, leaning against the door.

"h-help me, taehyun.. i can't do it, i can't cum, please", you pleaded, exhausted. you've been trying to pleasure yourself, empasis on trying, but you can't.

"oh poor baby, you're so dumb, can't even pleasure yourself, hm? do you want me to help you? do you need my help, princess?", taehyun asked, now standing at the edge of your bed, his eyes skimming your bare body, so beautiful, so pretty, all for him. you moaned, your body reacting to him, just by his voice, you can feel a new wave of pleasure washes over you. "answer me, y/n. words."

"yes, taehyun, want you, need you, please".

"good girl", that was all he wanted to hear before he crouched down between your legs, your glistening folds welcoming him. he gently removed your hands from your core, taking your fingers into his mouth and cleaning them. "fuck, you taste so good, princess, so sweet, like sugar. i'm gonna have so much fun with you", taehyun said as his hand snakes to your pussy, his fingers teasing your entrance, collecting your essence before slipping them in.

"y/n, how are you so tight, baby? did you not do a good job all this while? do i have to do this for you from now on?", taehyun teases you as his finger move excruciatingly slow, dragging against your walls. "please, taehyun, please, don't tease me. you can do me however you want, just make me feel good", you cried, his fingers filling you up so good, you wonder how it'll feel when he finally fills you up with his cock. "oh baby, you're doing so good for me, such a good slut for me, yeah?", taehyun can feel his pants tightening, his hardened member straining against his pants.

as taehyun gradually increases his speed, your moans are now filling the room, your hands fisting the sheet as your orgasm nears. "i can feel you tightening, my sweet girl. do you wanna cum? god, you would feel so good around my cock now, baby. you would be so good for me", taehyun whispers, his voice guiding you to your release. "go on, princess, cum for me", taehyun cooed as he felt your walls tightening around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you, almost making you scream.

as you calmed down from your high, you can feel taehyun eyes plastered on you, oh he was clearly still hungry. "i have so much more to teach you, princess? are you willing?", and as you nodded, taehyun inches upwards, capturing your lips into a kiss.

[darkwitch1999]

A Random Headcanon: Why Marc Anciel Should Never Have Coffee Part I☕🚫

So I have a few headcanons that I am going to be included in my fanfiction series about Marc Anciel:

He has two moms. Emerson Anciel who runs a coffee shop and Kiki Anciel who is an aromatherapist.

Despite his mother running a coffee shop, Marc isn't allowed to drink coffee since caffeine worsens his anxiety.

During the few times Marc sneaked some coffee, he tends to become a bit...eccentric.

Anyway, I had this idea in my head for a few days now and I just couldn't resist writing this out and sharing it on Tumblr. Basically, this takes place during the "Adrienette" romantic plans time and it's stressing him out big time. As for what happens next, well, just read and see:

Collège Françoise Dupont: Art Room 33

(Nathaniel walks into the room to see his frazzled and twitchy partner. Is he mumbling to himself? ) 

Nathaniel: (hesitantly) Uh… H-Hi, Marc. (approaches the writer cautiously and nervously) W-Whatcha doing?

(Marc immediately snaps his head towards Nathaniel. His mouth spread wide forming a massive, unhinged smile. Deep, dark circles caked around his eyes with his right eye twitching rapidly. His black hair resembled that of a bird’s nest. And his hands trembling terribly. His partner’s appearance immediately took Nathaniel aback.)

Marc: (speaks frantically) Nath! I’ve got it! I finally figured it out! 

Nathaniel: (nervously) Uh…figured what out exactly?

Marc: (grabs Nathaniel’s shoulders) The answer to Marinette and Adrien’s kissing problem! The solution was right in front of our faces this time, and we just couldn’t see it! It’s so simple! There’s no way they could mess this up for the 72nd time in a row! (starts shaking Nathaniel) OUR SHIP IS SAILING AT LAST!!!!! THE WAIT IS OVER!!!!!

(Nathaniel pulls himself away from Marc’s grasp, recovering from the feeling of dizziness from being shaken by the frantic writer. Perhaps these Adrienette first kiss plans were starting to take their toll on Marc? Nathaniel couldn’t argue that he too was starting to feel burnt out on drawing new plans to help Adrien and Marinette finally have their first kiss. Still, he could also understand why these plans would leave Marc feeling the most drained since he is the one who wrote over seventy different perfect romantic scenarios that ultimately fail over and over again. Guess it was only a matter of time before he snapped.)

Marc: (picks up his open journal and starts frantically shoving it into Nathaniel’s hands) It’s all written down right here! The ultimate solution! The one I should have just thought up a long time before I wrote those other miserably failed plans!

(Nathaniel took note of the bitterness and venom that was lacing the writer’s tone of voice. Additionally, he also noticed that his partner’s hands were increasingly shaking violently as he kept trying to shove the journal into his hands. Now Nathaniel was getting even more worried for Marc’s well-being.)

Nathaniel: (uses caution as he speaks) Marc, are you feeling okay? Y-You seem a bit…

(Unhinged? Crazed? Frazzled? Unstable? Disturbed? Fixated?)

Nathaniel: Tense?

Marc: (starts talking fast) Tense? Who’s tense? (unhinged chuckling) Certainly not me! You worry too much, Nath! I’m fine! Yep, totally fine! In fact, everything is going to be great now because now we have a full-proof plan to get Adrien and Marinette to finally have their magical kiss so that they just kiss already, live happily ever after, and we can all finally get on with our LIVES!!!!!

(Okay, now Nathaniel was fully convinced that Marc had finally snapped. When this latest plan fails, he definitely needs to have a long talk with his class about leaving him and Marc out of these Adrienette plans for a while. He would have gladly done so now if not for his unhinged partner forcefully insisting that he read the latest scheme that he has come up with this time.)

Marc: (finally manages to get Nathaniel to take hold of his journal) C’mon, Nath! C’mon! Read it! Read it! I’m telling you, this idea is foolproof! There's no way they could mess it up this time!

(Marc stared at Nathaniel with his twitching eyes and wide smile. Nathaniel, despite being disturbed by the writer’s insistence, took the journal and started to read through the page)

Nathaniel: (reading the page) “JUST KISS ALREADY, FOR FUC-”...Marc!

(Nathaniel gaped as he skimmed through the rest of Marc’s “plan”, which was actually just a double-sided five-page long rant about how frustrating Marinette and Adrien were. He was taken aback by how many times the writer used swear words in his rant. Though the artist knew Marc rarely cussed, he knew that whenever the few rare moments when the writer did use swear words meant that his hidden rage would be unleashed.)

Marc: Soooo, what do you think?

Nathaniel: (cringes) I think you should see your therapist ASAP. I…uh don’t think that this plan is going to work out the way you want it. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start drawing this out.

Marc: Well, if you don’t like that idea, I also came up with another one right here. (Flips through the pages and then stops at a page) Take a look!

(Nathaniel was hesitant about reading Marc’s other plan. If the first one was this bad, he could imagine how terrifying the alternative would have been. Despite this, Nathaniel decided to read what his partner had written. He then lets out a shocked gasp as he reads.)

Nath: Marc! No! We can’t do this to them either!

Marc: (whines) Oh c’mon, what’s the problem now?! This one has got to be flawless! They are so close to kissing, they just need a little push!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) And by little push, you mean having our friends literally push them together and force them to kiss? Marc, there’s no way we can do that to them! It’s wrong and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal too!  What the hell is wrong with you?!

(Nathaniel knew that Marc wasn’t thinking clearly. He knew that Marc was against trying to force love onto someone and a ruthless critique when it came to other writers trying to force their ideals of “perfect lovers” onto their characters when there were better choices for character pairings.)

Marc: (his smile slowly falters into a frown) What’s wrong with me? (starts to chuckle unsteadily) You think that something is wrong with me?! Oh let me tell you something, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, if there is something wrong with anyone, it would be MARINETTE and ADRIEN! (Starts anxiously digging his finger through his hair) You know, when Alya and Nino first approached us and asked for our help to bring Marinette and Adrien together, I thought to myself “This is going to be so much fun!” and “It will be just like writing a romantic love story but in real life!”. I was more than happy to help out our friends and I was excited to play the part of Eros alongside you. I wanted to see them both become our LONG awaited favorite couple and do all of that “cutesy” couple stuff that either makes others go “awwww” or shout “Get a room!”. But most importantly, I wanted them to be happy together and to finally get over acting all awkward around each other so everything is not always so tense and complicated whenever they are in the same room together! (grips the sides of his head) But those two…those two, Nathaniel, are just so FUCKING FRUSTRATING! Don’t get me wrong, I love Marinette. She’s like a sister or a cousin to me and she was the first friend I made here at Dupont. If it wasn’t for her, I would probably still be writing alone under the stairs every day and avoiding human interaction as much as possible. BUT THAT GIRL IS SO FUCKING CLUMSY THAT IT IS OFFICIALLY CRINGE!!!!! It doesn’t matter how I set up each scenario, she always manages to trip over, fall, and break everything that crosses her path! Never mind KISSING Adrien, we’ll all be lucky if she doesn’t KILL him first. Oh and speaking of Adrien, how can someone so well-educated be so FUCKING CLUELESS?! I mean, I get it. He was homeschooled and sheltered all of his life, but how can he be so OBLIVIOUS towards Marinette’s obvious crush on him?! Seriously, she literally acts like she has rabies every time she tries to talk to him and apparently, he has to pretend to be a wax statue to get her to “profess her feelings” to him, and yet that obvious sign still goes over his fucking head! (tilts his head to the side). So you want to know what my problem is, Nath, or as you put it “What’s wrong with me?”?! I’ll tell you what my problem is! My problem is that in addition to schoolwork and writing our comics, I’ve had to spend the last couple of months playing matchmaker for two of the most awkward people in our grade! Tell me, Nath, do you enjoy sleeping? I know I USED TO!!!! I didn’t expect the first couple of “Adrinette” plans to succeed and I would be lying if I said I didn’t anticipate a few setbacks, but for FUCK’S SAKE! IT’S BEEN MONTHS!!! MONTHS!!!!! I’m all out of ideas, Nath! I don’t know what to do! This shouldn’t be that difficult! She likes him and he likes her. We’ve established that. (Slams his head down onto the table and starts pounding his fist on the table repeatedly) HOW HARD IS IT TO GET TWO PEOPLE TO FUCK-.....

Nathaniel: Marc!

Marc: -ING KISS ALREADY!!!!!

(Nathaniel was at a loss for words. His partner was having a complete breakdown and he wasn’t sure what he should say next. Did Marc admit that he was losing sleep over this?! Marc hardly ever pulled all-nighters because he knew that a lack of proper sleep wasn’t good for his anxiety. The whole “Adrinette” plans were supposed to be like a side project. When did they let these romantic fantasies become one of their priorities?! Nathaniel knew that Marc didn’t like letting others down and that he always put his own well-being last, but this was extreme even for him. This must have been building up for a while, but why was he letting this all out now? What could have triggered this breaking point? Marc was fine yesterday, even after their latest “Adrienette” plan had failed, he didn’t show any signs of frustration or resentment. Honestly, Marc was acting like that one time he stayed up all night to rewrite their manuscripts for their comics after the original copy was lost and he drank-....That’s when it hit Nathaniel! The unhinged body language. His erratic fast-talking rants. His violently shaky hands. Nathaniel’s eyes quickly fell onto Marc’s blue Stanley tumbler cup with “My Hero Academia” stickers decorated all over.)

Nathaniel: (eyes Marc with suspicion) Marc, what’s in your cup?

(Marc immediately raises his head off the table and looks at the artist with nervously shifting eyes.)

Marc: Uh…what?

Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Marc Anciel, you heard me. What have you been drinking out of that cup?

(Marc’s eyes darted around nervously as he actively tried to think up a cover-up. Nathaniel’s suspicions were confirmed as he noticed how the writer took his time to answer the artist’s question as well as how much his eyes kept shifting all over the place.)

Nathaniel: Marc, there’s coffee in that cup, isn’t there?

Marc: (frantically) What?! No! It’s not coffee! It’s just water!

Nathaniel: Your lying, Marc. If there was water in that cup, you would have just told me right away and wouldn’t have asked me to repeat myself. 

Marc: No! Nath, I swear I’m not lying! I swear on my life!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow with a smirk) What about on your moms’ lives?

(Silence fell between the two boys. Nathaniel was playing dirty, but it was necessary to get the truth out. Marc then started fidgeting with his fingers nervously and let out a sigh.)

Marc: (avoids eye contact with Nathaniel) Okay fine, maybe it is coffee.

Nathaniel: (gives Marc a disapproving look) I knew it! Marc…

Marc: (frantically exclaims) Look, I’m under a lot of pressure right now! Our next meeting with the editor is in three weeks and I had to finish writing the ending to our next comic issue so you could start drawing the panels! Not to mention I had to finish my science homework as well as come up with more doomed-to-fail ideas for our desperate attempts to get our friends’ ship to sail! I needed it to help me stay awake and keep me going!

Nathaniel: (looks at Marc with a concerned, softened expression) Marc, you know what coffee does to you. Drinking caffeine makes your anxiety worse. You could’ve given yourself another panic attack or be close to one right now.

Marc: (forces a grin) But I’m fine, Nath! Everything is fine! I swear, you and my moms worry too much. I can handle a little caffeine. 

Nathaniel: Just how much of this “little caffeine” have you had, Marc? And I want the truth this time.

Marc: (eyes shift left and right as he twiddles his fingers nervously) I’ve only had one cup…or maybe two? ……give or take five?

Nathaniel: (eyes widen in shock) Marc!

Marc: (defensively) I said I was under pressure! 

Nathaniel: (points at Marc’s cup) That’s your fifth cup of coffee?!

Marc: Weeeellllll, technically it's my sixth cup that I just started drinking…

Nathaniel: (gives Marc a stern look) Ok, Marc. I think you’ve had more than enough. I’m cutting you off.

(Unfortunately for Nathaniel as he starts reaching for his partner’s cup, the writer immediately snatched it off the table and started backing away from Nathaniel slowly. This caught the artist off guard as he watched the wide-eyed, erratic boy hold his cup protectively against his chest. Nathaniel then put his hands up in a placating gesture.)

Nathaniel: (tries to approach the writer cautiously and calmly) Marc…let’s stay calm and be reasonable. You're not well and I want to help you. Please, give me the coffee-...

(As Nathaniel tries to reach for the cup, his partner lets out a loud hiss at the artist like a wild cat and bolts out of the art room, leaving the artist flabbergasted.) Nathaniel: D-Did…Did he just seriously hiss at me?

Well, hope you all enjoyed part one, and stay tuned for part two!

@artzychic27 @nerd-chocolate @username8746489 @andromeda612 @princessbutterflysposts @lady0lunamoon

[industrialpityangels]

handwriting analysis that i gotta type all over again fuck you tumblr

heres my handwriting [Vinny]. Im much more comfortable writing sharp and bold letters because its quick. I’d say it’s pretty neat and doesn’t really have a lean. The way i write my g’s and y’s are specific. The g’s are usually started from the top and i go to the end of the tail and connect it from there instead of doing it in one go. My y’s just don’t have that tail. I unintentionally connected the letters W and h [who] but i will intentionally connect any double letters [f’s and t’s like in words affect or matter]. The way i write my a’s is very specific and sometimes look like triangles [both lower and upper case A’s are done in one go instead of writing the main body and THEN the stem]. My S’a are also compressed at the top, at times looking like when i write the number 5.

Then there’s handwriting from when im disoriented. Depending on WHO is “fronting” when disoriented it can vary but usually this happens when i don’t know who i am. Idk who wrote this but you can see in my handwriting when im trying to “stay front” [which is only in quotations because idk what i have or if i should even use those terms. def not endo tho]. Its much more sloppy and inconsistent when it comes to writing certain letters or leaning. Because of it, i’ve confused it for Hange’s and Sickly’s handwriting

these are written by who i assume to be Hange [left] and Sickly [bottom passage on the right.

Compared to my own, Hange’s writing is softer. Letters such as lowercase e’s or a’s are rounder. Though it is a bit messy from the random light wisps that are between letters. A lot of their letters are connected and have no real consistency. They also tend to rush while writing. Sickly on the other hand is closer to cursive. it’s not intentional but because when they’re more active the body feels much more tired, they do the bare minimum. They have no real handwriting style and rather writes what our hand writes first. Including if its closer to my style or Engel’s. It’s whatevers easy on the wrist. Though because they only do the bare minimum, they are very prone to fucking up words, jumbling them, and trailing off. They also tend to write nonsense because of how they think [theyre rhe reason we fall into the same delusion every other month], idk if the example shows that but its happened before. Though sometimes because of general dissociation or because of their handwriting, i sometimes confuse it for either them two or just being disoriented. [for hange it isn't super obvious but the way the body feels when they write is similar because they rush]

Then theres Engel. Engel is mostly cursive writing and at times it's the only thing that gives any indication of how active they are [other than their general irritability and some behaviors], which is why sometimes we start off with my own handwriting [because im usually the one fronting] but she notices how annoying she thinks it is and just writes in a way thats comfortable for her. These examples are a little sloppy. Theres a consistent lean to the right and letters such as g's and y's have a more dramatic tail, especially if a word ends with either one. None of the words are connected but the letters usually are. Here and there she'll mess up a bit. They struggle at writing letters like k,x, and z sometimes because it's not super common. The left is their normal handwriting and the right is when me [vinny] and her were struggling on who to let front, so its messy and jumbled.

Honorable mentions: Gideon [left] and Dizzy [right]. They don't write super often and if they have, its not enough for me to fully sit there and analyze it. Gideon's writing is also similar to Hange's based on their limited examples so i could also just be mixing up the two, but this is the one example i know for sure is from Gideon. His writing is neat and doesn't have as much wisps as Hange's writing [or at least ones that seem out of place and are super obvious. It's hard to see the wisps on Hange's writing but they're there]. At times his writing is closer to cursive [like the word mere]. You can tell what Dizzy's "role" is just by their handwriting. They struggle holding writing utensils in a comfortable way, and when they do, it has to be thick [their favorite is this jumbo crayon that was found]. They want to write fancy but struggle with it which is why the y looks like that. They also harshly dot their i's, which is why it either forms a small line or just makes a lollipop.

I'm mostly writing this for myself and because its something i caught onto recently. I'm also gonna use this as reference for my next screening lol.

[mywhispersofink]

Me In ABC's

A: Ambivert- Fun and exciting but shy and quiet at the same time.

B: Boundaries- Setting appropriate boundaries with everyone and everything; a way to keep the heart safe.

C: Crazy- Literally the girl that will jump into a public fountain all because I felt like it.

D: Dizzy- Low iron is no joke. If I stand up too fast, I will reach the floor equally as fast.

E: Enough- Something I hope to be.

F: Flow- Everything flows and so will I. I flow with the flow.

G: God- Holding His hands tighter while I ride the rough tides of life.

H: Hozier- Possibly the only man on earth that grounds me with his words (and music).

I: It is what is.

J: “Just in case”- I am prepared for almost anything, just in case something goes wrong.

K: Keen- Always curious about everything. Wondering why, how, when.  

L: Love- No matter what happens, the heart is always full of love. A boon or a curse?

M: Mom- A reason to go on; role model.

N: Nocturnal- Possibly a ADHD trait but I thrive at night.

O: Ocean- Brings immaculate amount of peace to the mind.

P: Poetry- Finding solace in words to express the unsaid.

Q: Quest- The everyday feeling that I am on quest for something but have failed to identify “something”.

R: Raves- The only place where my mind shuts off, allowing me to take off the weight of the world.

S: Straight-forward- It is better to put things out as it is than to keep it in

T: Tattoos- Skin is the canvas God gifted us to appreciate art. Adding more art to my skin as I go.

U: Unconditional- It is all or nothing. There are no terms and conditions to feelings.

V: Vacations- Born to be a traveller but forced to take vacations instead for the sake of my sanity.

W: Work in progress- Trying to be a better version of myself every day.  

X: Xenial- The RBF is a mask to conceal my friendliness.

Y: YOLO- Living life as I wish because life is short.  

Z: Zoning out- Another ADHD trait that limits me.

[magicoftelevision]

when that vertigo hits but going through the ‘do i deserve to feel like shit rn’ checklist points to no 👌😩

[ravereina]

JUST A LITTLE LONGER !

Contains: Teasing, Chishiya being a bastard, Crying, Orgasm denial, praise, sex with plot

You knew how Chishiya was. It shouldn't surprise you that he wouldn't change his demeanor towards you. Even with his head in between your thighs, watching as he curled his fingers, knuckles deep into your pussy. He just lives to see how far he can push you before becoming a whining mess for him.

"Shiya.. more please." You whined, gripping on his wrist to prevent him from moving his hand away. You don't even remember how many times he has sneered at you after refusing to let you cum.

"Just a little longer love, Ill let you cum soon enough." He said just before sucking lightly on your clit.

You felt dizzy at the feeling. His fingers still rubbing at your g spot and his tongue on your clit had you almost seeing stars. His sharp eyes gazing up at you with a sly smile that had you pulsing on his fingers even more.

"C-chishiya! please wanna cum s-so bad!! Please! Please!" You sobbed. You could feel your orgasm approaching you once again. He pulled away from you completely after you were so close to the bliss you were chasing for. You could feel the tears pricking up from your lashes.

"Shiya w-why i wanted-" He cut you off with a chuckle.

"Aww, don't cry." His words laced with mockery.

"Promise ill let you cum this time, ok?" He kissed below your eyes where small tears rested just moments ago. You nodded your head as he lined his dick up towards your hole.

"F-fuck, you feel so good." He grunted out. Bottoming into you, His hands wandered upon your body while he awaited for you to adjust to him.

"Go ahead Chishiya m'okay" He slowly started thrusting into you. Soft grunts and curses spilled from his lips.

The sound of wet slapping, and your mewls and moans of how big he is filled the room you were in.

"H-heh tell me, h-how bad you w-wanna cum?" whispering in your ear. He stared down at you. His hands gripping your waist so hard you thought it would have left marks.

"Please C-Chishiya Ah! W-wanna cum so b-badly please!" You hiccuped through your words.

"Come on, you can speak l-louder than that." He taunted you, using one of his hands to pinch and play with your sensitive nipples.

"Pleasepleaseplease! Shiya! M'sorry just let me cum please!"

Your tears flowed down your face just at the thought of him denying another orgasm from you.

He caressed your face with his hands. "I promised id let you cum r-right? God- Ill make you look so fucked out. Don't worry, love." His pace increased, making you squeal about how good it felt.

"G-gonna cum Chishiya!" You moaned out loudly. " Yeah? Go ahead doll. Won't stop it this time. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Breathing in his scent as your moans were muffled.

Your orgasm hit you hard. The hot blinding sensation had you almost forgetting your name. Your body shook under his. Thighs almost clamping together if Chishiya wasn't holding them harshly.

"Fucked you out g-good, didn't I?" He spoke. His voice stuttering and getting breathy as he got closer to his own orgasm.

"S-Shiya its too much!" You whined. The overstimulation of all the pain and pleasure you felt was almost enough for you to start crying again.

"Y-You can take it. Just ngh- hold on a little longer" He grunted as his hips stuttered. You felt the warm liquid fill you up. As you both started panting.

"Are you ok? Wasn't so harsh was i? He questioned. "No, it was really good.

God, I am in love with this man. Words cannot explain.

@seakick

[alexinity]

Pov: waking up beside xiao

xiao x gn reader, basically anyone can read ig

note: i have no idea how to make my posts "pretty" bc im still learning how to use the app so sorry if it looks plain

warnings: none (a few curse words?)

genre: fluff

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it was a nice morning, the opened window made the room feel refreshing, the sun had just started showing and the birds were awake and annoyingly singing.

y/n tried to focus their vision after just waking up but decided to give up and turn on their other side instead, where the light wasn't poking directly into their eyes.

"did u sleep well?" a sleepy and a little raspy voice asked.

"h-huh?" y/n said with their eyes closed "oh youre awake...yeah i slept well"

"you can barely even open your eyes" xiao said with a smirk

"well isnt that convenient for you, since i know for a fact that you wouldve blushed if i was staring at you...naked" y/n teased.

"i-its too damn early in the morning for this...leave me a-alone" xiao started hiding his face in his pillow.

"...okay pretty boy" y/n giggled and turned on their other side again, moving away from xiao. "i will bother you later then, now let me sleep" they said.

"h-huh..what am i supposed to do then..i dont wanna sleep anymore" the adeptus grunted and stared at their back that was facing him. "dont even think about falling asleep again-"  too late he could already hear y/ns slower breathing. "are you fucking serious y/n" he glared at them and sighed.

its been a few minutes and the adeptus couldnt do anything but stare at their bare back again while different scenarios from the previous night were repeating in his head again and again. the wonderful night they spend together, their date, the food..y/ns laugh, smile...their-

"what are you smiling for pretty boy?" y/n asked him

"W-when did u wake up again-"

"oh just a second ago..guessed i wouldnt be able to sleep more and i noticed u were staring into nothing and smiling like an idiot...what got u smiling like that?" they placed their head on his chest and traced their fingers around his neck in different shapes.

"nothing y/n...nothing" he hugged them and looked away hiding his embarrassed face.

"is that so? but i think i already know.." they smiled and looked up at him.

he sighed "of course you do" he smiled softly and thithened his grip on them.

xiao could feel his chest burning.. he couldnt remember for how long he was trying to tell them something yet he couldnt find the courage to-

"i love you" xiao suddenly whispered and his eyes widened, seems like his heart and mouth were betraying him and it was too late now.

he closed his eyes waiting for them to answer, deep down he was cursing himself for letting out something like that without wanting to. he wasnt ready for this

"look at me" he heard his partner say.

"xiao"

"cmon please"

sigh.."alright then" he could feel them snuggling closer to him and then placing something warm on his lips.

"mmm y-y/n-"

"shut up and kiss me properly" xiaos face turned red but he obeyed and tilded his head to deeped the kiss. His heart was running fast and he felt dizzy..it felt good.

he loved how y/n could always make him feel like that, making him forget his life and worries completely even just for a few minutes. he felt at peace

still making out and letting out little sounds of enjoyment xiao could feel the air in his lungs running out, but he didn't want to stop.

in that moment y/n pulled away and he finally opened his eyes and tried to fix his breathing. he felt them starting to move again.

"you-"

"shh"  y/n turned on their back and placed him on top of them. they hugged him thith and snuggled into him again in a way of saying 'i love you' back yet with no words. xiao knew that they struggled just as much as him when it comes to emotions.

"you never fail to catch me off guard xiao... i like that about you"

"not gonna lie i kinda surprised myself too" he mumbled and heard y/n laughing again. he could feel his heartbeat going faster again and smiled at the beautiful sight in front him.

"how about we get some more sleep hm? its still kinda early..." y/n suggested

"you said you cant sleep anymore just a second ago.. but i wont mind...liyue can wait today" he yawned and closed his eyes.

"sleep well xiao.."

"you too" if he wasnt falling asleep he could probably feel

y/ns heartbeat running faster than the light right now. they prayed he couldnt feel it.

~AN: if anyone somehow recognizes this, i wrote this ff a few minths back on youtube under a playlist with the same pov

"...i love you too pretty boy"

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i wanted to start writing here and decided to start with fixing this a bit before posting anything else :)~

[thekrows-nest]

ALRIGHTY THEN, MORE HORNY GEMI ASKS

"I want you Krow, I want you to touch me, just please be gentle with me!"

(She is begging Krow, help the girl out)

Lmao horny asks.

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

(I am... not good with smutty writing, I blame the fact I am quite ace lmao so please bear with/forgive me. I am very new to writing this lolsob.)

Krow looked upon Gemi, a slight smirk quirked on his lips and he moved in closer to them. "T-that's what I wanted t-to hear. A-and I promise I will b-be. J-just let me know if y-you're uncomfortable, o-okay?"

Truthfully, under the more confident exterior he bore, Krow was truly as nervous as his Dove was. He had never... been with anyone before. Never kissed anyone really, let alone done anything sexual with another person. While some anxiety did sit within, overall, he was more excited, even giddy, than anything. Reaching a tentative hand forward, he cupped the back of their head, fingers running through their hair, leaning towards them to press his lips against their own.

It was a rather gentle, even chaste kiss at first, soft and sweet, like a butterfly grazing past the skin. Krow waited for how Gemi would react, before he would go any further. As they opened their mouth against his, he deepened the kiss, pulling them closer to him, tongue meshing with theirs, tasting them. They were sweet, Krow would even say divine. He wanted to kiss and taste them forever.

His other hand trailed down their body, starting from their shoulder, brushing along down their chest, to the hem of their shirt, with his hand sneaking under the folds to feel against their skin. They were soft and warm, they felt so nice. He pulled away from kissing them for a moment, looking into their eyes with equal parts desire and tenderness.

"I-is this okay? C-can I... l-lift it up?" he waited until he had gotten a confirmed nod from Gemi,, his fingers hooked under the shirt and gently tugged it up and over their head, exposing their skin to the air. He looked to the bra and the straps, looking back to Gemi's face and had gotten another nod of approval. Krow moved his hands across their skin, delicately tracing abstract patterns with his fingers when he reached around to the backstrap of Gemi's bra, unhooking it with a little bit of fumbling before slowly trailing his hands up their back to slide the straps off their shoulders, letting the bra gently fall. Krow leaned back to better look at Gemi's body, his gaze trailing from their face, to their breasts, their nipples, and he smiled warmly.

"Y-you're beautiful Dove."

Krow closed the distance between himself and Gemi once more, catching their lips with his own. This time, the kiss was less chaste, less unsure. He kissed Gemi like they were the air, air that he so desperately needed after having broken through the surface of the sea. His hands wandered across their body more, one settling on a breast and the other their hip. He stroked the nipple, rubbing it in between two fingers lightly that elicited a moan from Gemi. Krow kissed away from their mouth, kissing instead along their cheek, down to their throat, inhaling their scent there; it was dizzying and intoxicating. He wanted more.

"T-tell me w-what you want Dove. H-how much y-you want it. How much you w-want me. I-I wanna hear your voice. Sing f-for me."

[daddyyy88]

Broken | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 6.6k

Please do not skip the TW, this is a very very very very triggering story I honestly contemplated not posting it and just writing it out for the hell of it the only reason I feel remotely comfortable doing it is because of the new mature rating feature

TW: DRUGS, BEING DRUGGED, RAPE (NOT JUST MENTIONS, THIS STORY DESCRIBES A PERSON BEING RAPED IN PRETTY VIVID DETAIL), SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT (NOT JUST MENTIONS, THIS STORY DESCRIBES A PERSON TRYING TO TAKE THEIR LIFE IN VIVID DETAIL), THERAPY, DEPRESSION, MENTIONS OF BEING ON MEDICATION FOR MENTAL ILLNESS, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

summary: another girl does things to Eddie without his consent, and it only gets worse from there

Story begins after the cut

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“Hey, sexy” a tall blonde said as she tapped Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie was relaxing at the bar after his show at the Hideout. He planned to finish this beer and then call you to bring him home since you made him stop driving drunk, even if it was only one beer.

The woman slipped a roofie in his beer and he turned around, grabbing it to take a sip absentmindedly. He chuckled and said “I’m flattered, miss, but I have a girlfriend back home who I am very much in love with. No thanks,” he gave her a sympathetic smile and she sighed.

She reached forward playing with his hair and he tried to pull back but she wouldn’t let up. He felt really uncomfortable but didn’t know what else to do except wait it out. He kept rejecting her, sipping on his beer the entire time until about 10 minutes went by and he felt woozy and unstable.

“You okay?” She asked and he cleared his throat. He sighed and said “c-can you help me to the bathroom? I think I h-had too much to drink” “sure,” she said and got up, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her waist and quickly getting him to the hotel across the street.

“Hey- hey w-what are you doing? Stop, please I just- can you call me a cab or something?” He said and she sighed, shoving him in the room and locking the door. He stumbled, grabbing onto a dresser and trying to get to the door.

“No- no I have a girlfriend. Please, I don’t want to have sex with you” he said and she groaned. She slapped him and then pushed him on the bed, he felt so weak, so dizzy. He whimpered and tried to push her off but it wasn’t working, how the hell could she possibly be stronger than him, she’s like half his size.

That’s when it hit him. He’s been drugged.

“Hey, hey- fuck- I-I said no! Get o-off of me I said m- no, I don’t want to h-have sex with you!” he yelled and she slapped him again, getting his shirt off of him. He whimpered and kept trying to push her off even though his muscles felt like jello.

She got his pants off and he let out a sob, he didn’t think this actually happened to men. Sure, he’d heard of it but you it was more common to hear about a girl being raped buy a man twice her size. He felt pathetic, how could this tiny woman have so much power over him, enough to keep him from getting out from under her.

“Please- stop! N-No- no!” He said, kicking his legs as she took off his underwear. She kept trying to make him hard, and it wasn’t working because the last thing he was was horny right now. He couldn’t stop crying, he just hoped you would believe him that he didn’t want this and it wasn’t his fault.

“Get off! I don’t w-want th-this- please stop!” He cried, trying endlessly to push her away. She sighed, grabbing him and shoving him into her. He screamed, kicking his legs out and trying to hit her and get her off of him.

“No! No- stop!” He cried and she pinned his arms down about his head, grinding on his completely soft penis. He sobbed and sobbed, she kept hitting him, most on his body and a few times in his face. She started kissing his neck, suckling a hickey onto it.

He felt so stupid, she was so small how could he not push her off. He screamed and screamed, crying for help. She stuffed his mouth with the bedsheet, muffling his cries and screams.

She came twice on him, and then went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Eddie whimpered, breathing hard from his tears. He felt so weak, so vulnerable, so pathetic. He passed out from how hard he was crying, upset that this happened to him, worried that you wouldn’t believe him, wondering what the hell life would even be like without you in it.

She left him there, and when he woke up the sun had risen. He sat up and winced, there was bruising all over his body, and he felt like shit. He teared up, remembering what happened to him last night and then thinking of you. He stood up, his body shaking from the crying and the trauma of it all.

He cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on, tears continuously running down his cheeks. He got in his van and drove home, becoming more numb as the minutes passed. He stopped crying, he just stopped feeling anything.

“Eddie?! Where the fuck have you been? You were gone all fucking night, you said you’d call me around midnight to pick you up, it’s 11am what the hell is wrong with you?” You said, angry and frustrated after hours of worrying sick about him.

He looked up and said “I-I’m sorry, okay just…l-let me explain-” “the hickeys on your neck tell me all I need to know. You piece of shit!” You said and shoved him going to his room to get your stuff. He wasn’t going to stop you. It was easier to tell you he cheated than to tell you a tiny little woman managed to drag a full grown man into a hotel room and rape him and go through everything that happened to him and say those things out loud.

You came back out a few minutes later, all your stuff in a box he hadn’t gotten around to throwing away yet. You ripped off the heart locket he bought you on your 1 year anniversary and said “fuck you, Eddie Munson!”

The floodgates opened again, and now he was feeling the after effects of the roofie. He ran to the bathroom, throwing up over and over again till his stomach ached with emptiness. He whimpered, sitting against the wall as he sobbed.

He should’ve fought harder, he wanted to. But he couldn’t, not when the truth was so embarrassing. Wayne was upset at him for “cheating” on you too, and even threatened to kick him out. It broke him, making him slice into his forearms enough to make him dizzy from blood loss.

Everyone noticed he was down at school, and he even cancelled Hellfire. The boys knew you two had broken up but they didn’t know why. Now, sitting on his bathroom floor a little over a week after everything went down with a fresh razor in his hand and his suicide letters to you and Wayne sitting on the toilet, he felt so broken.

He wished he would’ve just told you the truth, maybe you would’ve believed him. He could’ve been in your arms, being comforted by you and being loved by you. But he had to be a fucking pussy and he had to just let you go instead of admitting what really happened. God he felt like such a fucking idiot.

He contemplated not doing it for a moment, wondering if maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t let himself think about what this would do to Wayne, he just wanted to feel better and if it hurt Wayne in the process he wasn’t going to let it affect him at this point. He had nothing to lose, you were the last good thing in his life.

He sliced deep in his wrists, groaning from the pain. He watched the blood pour out, pain erupting in his body. He cried and cried, whimpering your name a few times. He just wanted you so bad. He heard a muffled sound of the door opening, he didn’t realize Wayne would be home so soon.

“Sh- shit” he mumbled, more tears running down his cheeks. He felt his heart rate slowing and was struggling to breathe, but he didn’t regret it. It made him feel better. “Eddie? Eddie where the hell are- holy shit- what the hell?! Eddie what the fuck did you do?!” He yelled, bending down and grabbing his wrists and realizing the severity of the situation as his eyes filled with tears.

“No….l-let me die” he whispered hoarsely, Wayne let out a shaky breath, dragging him to the phone in the kitchen and dialing 911 with bloody hands. “P-Please, please you have to help, m-my nephew- he tried to kill himself. He sliced his wrists, he’s bleeding so much- fuck!” He said and trapped the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could keep pressure on the cuts with kitchen towels.

Eddie groaned, his lips turning blue and the throbbing in his wrists getting unbearable. He talked to the lady on the line, telling her the address and making sure to keep pressure on his wrists.

“Don’t tell me to calm down- god damn it, boy don’t you die on me. Keep your fucking eyes open!” He said and shook him. He sobbed softly, holding him as he realized he might have to bury his poor little nephew. He whimpered when the ambulance arrived, really hoping it wasn’t too late.

They got him to the hospital, Wayne sat in the waiting room for hours, covered in Eddie’s blood. Tears never stopped flowing, he couldn’t get that image of him on the bathroom floor out of his mind.

With shaky hands, he pulled the notes out of his pockets and put yours back once he realized which was which. He wasn’t going to read yours, that wasn’t his place.

I’m sorry, Uncle Wayne. I know this probably hurts you a lot, and I’m sorry you had to find me like that. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve just been going through a lot since losing y/n, and there’s other stuff I’ve been dealing with that no one knows about that’s too hard for me to handle anymore. This wasn’t an easy choice to make, but I can’t keep living such a miserable life. I’ve got nothing left, I’m 20 and I’m still in highschool, I lost the best thing that ever happened to me and I’ve got nothing but the same miserable life ahead of me. I wish I could stay for you, but the only way I’ll feel better is if I’m not here anymore. I’m so sorry Uncle Wayne. I love you so much, please don’t be mad at me.

Wayne felt like shit. He should’ve known something was seriously wrong. Maybe if he got a better job he could be home more and he could realize his nephew was thinking about taking his life. He promised Eddie he’d always take care of him and protect him, and he broke that promise.

God only knows how much time passed by, but eventually the doctors came and called for the “Family of Edward Munson”. He instantly stood up and they explained to him that Eddie was stable, but he lost a lot of blood. It’s going to take a long time to recover and he’s going to have to stay on suicide watch for at least a week and if he’s okay to go home after that he can with a year of mandatory therapy twice a week.

When he got to Eddie’s room Eddie was unconscious, bandages around his wrists and an oxygen mask on him. “We uhm…also noticed some kind of bruising, like he was beat up possibly. I know you said you aren’t home a lot and we don’t suspect you but do you know anyone in his life that could be hurting him physically?” The doctor asked and Wayne gasped.

“B-Bruising? Eddie’s being hit? God, I-I don’t know who would do that, I’d never lay a hand on my boy. I-I’ll find out that’s for damn sure” he said and they nodded. Wayne sat next to him with a shaky breath, grabbing one of Eddie’s hands that was tied to the bed so if and when he did wake up he couldn’t hurt himself.

Wayne cried softly, resting his head on the edge of the mattress. “I’m so fucking sorry, Eddie. This shouldn’t have happened to you. You shouldn’t have ever felt like this, I promised I’d protect you from everything and I-I broke my promise, Ed. I just wish you would’ve talked to me. I would’ve listened with open ears, I would’ve gone in late to work if you needed me to, I would’ve given everything to not see you bleeding out on my damn floors” he said and sighed shakily, sniffling.

He stayed with him all night until a nurse kindly encouraged him to go home and clean up and shower and stuff. He got home and could barely handle the sight of his nephew’s blood all over the trailer. He grabbed the phone and called you, knowing that’s what Eddie would probably want.

“Y/l/n residence” you said softly and he sighed. He took a deep breath and said “hey, y/n…it’s me, Wayne. Look, uhm, something happened to Eddie, something really really bad and I’d really appreciate it if you could come to the trailer for a bit…please” You were quiet for a few moments, he thought you were getting ready to hang up but then you said “yea, yes I can do that Wayne. Plus I should probably give him his stuff back”

You two hung up and he changed his clothes and showered, crying the entire time. He couldn’t stop looking at all the blood, he couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie.

He was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette when you arrived. You could see him crying and your heart dropped, you thought he was exaggerating. You’d always have a special place for Wayne in your heart so you came anyway, but obviously something really bad had happened.

You ran over and wiped his tears, frantically asking what happened. He let out a shaky breath and said “Eddie uhm…Eddie tried to take his own life. I found him in time and was able to get him to a hospital but he’s really weak and he’s gonna be in recovery for a while. I’m not sure why, exactly. He wrote notes for just me and you, but I haven’t read yours and I don’t plan on it” “oh god…” you sobbed, your hand over your mouth in an attempt to keep you from crying.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart” he said and pulled you into his embrace. You whimpered and said “Wh-What if it was b-because of me?” “No, no sweetheart he wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sure it was more than that” he said and you cried into his chest, you couldn’t believe Eddie was so upset about the breakup, that it would drive him to do this.

“You can come see him if you’d like. You don’t have to” Wayne said and you nodded, standing up and reached for Wayne’s hand. He drove you to the hospital as you read the letter, more tears running down your cheeks.

Hi, y/n. I hope that this doesn’t hurt you too much, it probably won’t considering you hate my guts after what I did. But it all just got to be too much and I didn’t know what else to do. It’s not your fault, babe, I promise. Please don’t blame yourself, I did this because I wanted to. Now that I’m gone and you don’t have to deal with me anymore I just want to let you know that I didn’t cheat on you. I don’t really want to tell you what actually happened, it’s honestly just embarrassing but I hope you know I’d never ever hurt you like that. I hope you get to move on and find a guy that can actually support you, a guy with a dumb college degree and I hope you get a white picket fence and those 2 babies you wanted and I hope you get everything you ever wanted because that’s all I want for you. I love you so much baby, I wish only the best for you. See you soon, my love

When you got to the hospital you were a mess. You just couldn’t believe Eddie was feeling this way and didn’t tell anybody. Didn’t go to anyone for help. Maybe he didn’t want help. Maybe he really didn’t want to be here anymore. What if he was upset when he saw you?

He was still unconscious, and you sat down in the chair Wayne pulled up for you and held Eddie’s hand. He sighed and said “I’m gonna go try to eat something, will you be okay with him alone?” “Mhm. Thank you Wayne” you said and he smiled.

You sighed shakily, pressing a small kiss to Eddie’s hand. “I still love you. Like, a lot. I don’t know what you meant when you said you didn’t actually cheat on me but…it’s fine. Even if you did, I love you too much to actually let you go forever. So I need you here. Alive, and happy, and in my arms for the rest of our miserable little lives. I love you, Ed’s. I love you. Please, please open your fucking eyes so I know your okay” you said, your lip beginning to tremble.

You buried your head into the mattress, whimpering and crying softly. A few minutes passed, and you felt Eddie squeeze your hand slightly. You looked up and said “Ed’s? Eddie? Eddie, wake up. Come on, I felt you squeeze my hand, you got this”

He groaned and a few minutes later his eyes fluttered open. You cried even more, burying your face in the mattress again. “Hi…are you okay? Do you remember what happened?” You asked and he instantly teared up at the sight of you.

You sniffled and he said “mhm…” “okay…let me call the nurses to check on you. You’ve been out for a while,” you said and pressed the nurses button next to him. They did a little check up, concluded that he was doing well and let you be with him. Eddie was on his side now, tears pouring out non stop.

He wasn’t talking to you. He refused. He didn’t ask to have you kicked out but he wouldn’t talk to you. You stood up, your breath shaky and gasping as you tried not to cry more. You whimpered, seeing Wayne come down the hallway. “He- H-He won’t talk to me. He w-woke up and he’s fine, b-but he’s not talking” you said and got out of there as fast as you could.

You sat on a bench outside and let your head fall into your hands, sobs racking your body. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like this was all your fault. If you would’ve just stayed 5 more minutes maybe Eddie would’ve been able to tell you something that could’ve prevented this.

You still took care of him. When he was released about a week and a half later you got time off of work and still took care of him. You called a cleaning service for Wayne the day after you found out about everything and Wayne was forever grateful. You also went in and picked up some of the clutter around the trailer, but you didn’t mess with Eddie’s room because that’s his crazy little organized mess he has.

You made sure he ate at least once a day and got him in the shower every once in a while. It’s been nearly a month, he still barely talks to you. Or Wayne. Or anyone really. The kids were ripping the door off the hinges every damn day wanting to know why they couldn’t see and hangout with Eddie and it was hard not telling them but you barely knew the truth yourself.

He’s been going to therapy, but the therapist said he doesn’t talk much. But in your head that meant he was saying something so maybe he was trying to open up a little. Hopefully. You’re constantly worried he’s going to try again, that you’re going to go to the store or something and come back and find him the same way Wayne did.

He’s also been having nightmares, about what is the question. He won’t talk about them at all, to anyone. He pushes you off of him every time you try to calm him down. You felt overwhelmed constantly, risking losing your job just to stay and take care of him, turning your whole life into caring for him and barely getting a thank you in return.

He hadn't been eating much in the last few days, and he wasn’t sleeping either because he’d been having a lot of nightmares and he kept being so angry and aggressive and harsh towards you, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Why are you even here? I don’t need you anymore, I’m fine” “will you quit shoving food down my throat all the damn time? It’s so fucking annoying” “Stop bothering me, damn it”

You knew he was going through a lot and hopefully probably didn’t mean it but it still hurt. You thought you were being helpful, and supportive but it was obvious that you were only bothering him at this point. At least he talked to you today.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Wayne said as he got out of his truck. You were smoking a cigarette, tears streaming down your face as you thought about everything. “I’m fine, Wayne. Go get some sleep” you said and he sighed. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. He took a drag and said “it’s bad for you, now tell me what’s going on” he put it out and you sniffled.

“It’s just…Eddie’s been a little mean today. I-I guess I’m more sensitive than usual or something, it doesn’t usually bother me but today it did and I don’t know I can’t handle it anymore. Most of what he says is true anyways, about how he doesn’t need me anymore and I should stop bothering him. He’s…he’s fine now, he really doesn’t need me. At this point why the hell am I even staying here? We’re not together anymore, he can take care of himself. I guess I’m just doing it for me at this point, which is selfish as shit but- fuck, how am I just supposed to live the rest of my life without Eddie in it?” You said, wiping your tears away and letting out a shaky breath.

Wayne shook his head and said “I don’t know who raised that boy to be so damn disrespectful but it wasn’t me” He stood up, presumably to go yell at Eddie. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from doing it and said “I- I don’t want you to yell at him, okay? He’s just going through a lot, he’s not himself right now. I don’t want to mess up whatever healing he has done so far”

“Y/n…he can’t treat you like this, it’s rude and disrespectful to you and your time you take to be here for him and to care for him” he said and you sighed. You let go and he bent down kissing your head. “I’m gonna go talk to him, okay? I’m not gonna yell, I’m just gonna talk” he said and you nodded.

Wayne knocked on his door and he heard Eddie sigh, sounding like he was annoyed. He opened the door and shook his head, he honestly couldn’t believe Eddie had the nerve to be this rude to you.

“I just found y/n crying on the porch smoking a cigarette because of you. Care to explain why you’re being extremely disrespectful and rude to her when she’s trying to take care of you and help you get better?” He asked and Eddie’s eyes widened a little.

You quit smoking a year ago, you didn’t care that Eddie still did it but you quit because it was expensive and it is really bad for you. It was obvious that this was really affecting you by the fact that you went back to smoking to relieve your stress.

“I just- I-I’m fine now. I don’t need her. I just don’t get why she’s still here” he said and Wayne rolled his eyes. He folded his arms and said “god damn it, Eddie, you cheated on her and she came right back to you to help you heal and get better. She could have thrown that note away and chose to let you suffer for the rest of your life but she chose to stay and to be here for you damn it. You don’t treat a woman like that, especially not the woman who’s taking care of you after you did what you did. I didn’t raise you like that”

“for fuck sake- I didn’t cheat on her!” Eddie said and Wayne scoffed. “Well then what happened huh? You had hickies for days, you didn’t leave the bathroom for hours cause you were so fucked up from whatever you did the night before, that all just happened all of a sudden?” he asked and Eddie sighed shakily.

His gorgeous puppy dog eyes filled with tears as he said “n-no god damn it I-I was drugged, r-raped and left in a h-hotel room by some girl after m-my set. Believe it or not, okay, but guys really do get raped too. My p-pathetic ass was barely able to speak full sentences, let alone p-push this girl off of me. I t-told her no so many times, I-I begged her to stop and she wouldn’t! I couldn’t stand to look so we-weak in y/n’s eyes and tell her that I couldn’t fight off a 100 pound girl, i-it’s too fucking embarassing and i-it’s easier if she just thi-thinks I cheated”

“Eddie…” Wayne said and Eddie sobbed. He scoffed and said “I-I know. I know it’s f-fucking ridiculous. I-I swear I- I-I didn’t want it” “hey, hey I believe you. I believe you, Eddie” he said, that explained all the bruises on him. Wayne sat next to him and pulled him into a hug, trying to calm him down.

“so…f-fucking pathetic!” he sobbed and Wayne quietly shushed him, smoothing his hair down. He calmed him down and kept trying to convince him to tell you, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to not believe it, it felt like a miracle that Wayne believed him. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if you didn’t believe him.

You cooked dinner that night as usual, and made more than enough for the three of you but couldn’t eat it. You were filled with stress, and all that stress took away your appetite. “I uhm…I’m gonna go. Like, permanently. Eddie c-clearly doesn’t need me anymore and we aren’t together so it’s not like I have a reason to be here anymore. I have my own life and I’ve spent enough of my time here anyways…” you said to Wayne, your stuff gathered up in your arms.

He bit his lip, trying not to say anything. He knew Eddie would kill him if he did, and he really wanted to, but he knew it wasn’t his place. “Okay uh…thanks for taking care of him” Wayne said and you nodded. You put your stuff in your car and then went back inside to say goodbye to Eddie.

“Hey…” you said as you came in, hoping he wouldn’t tell you to go away. He didn’t say anything, so you sat down next to him and said “I’m gonna…gonna go. You’re capable of taking care of yourself now, and it seems like I’m only bothering you at this point so I’m just gonna go. I hope you’ll be okay, Ed’s, and I want you to promise me you’ll go to therapy like you’re supposed to”

It took him a minute to muster up a response, the lump in his throat making it hard to talk. “mhm I promise” he said and you sighed. You kissed his cheek and left, and you’d think with how much he regretted not stopping you the first time he wouldn’t make the same mistake when he got a second chance but he did. He didn’t stop you, he just let you leave.

Uncle Wayne came in a few minutes later and said “you’re really not going to tell her? You’re just gonna let her go?” “I c-can’t…I just can’t do it, o-okay? She deserves b-better anyways” he said and Wayne sighed. He shook his head and left him alone, what else could he do? He couldn’t knock some sense into the little idiot so he was just gonna have to let it go.

Eddie got to a better place, he really went to therapy like he promised and eventually told his therapist what happened. He wasn’t the same, but he finished school and got a real job, and could almost afford to move out of Wayne’s trailer if he wanted. He was on some medications to help his mental health issues, and Wayne was really happy to see him doing better.

He still missed you tons. He thought about you everyday, all the time. Always listening in when he heard someone talking about you, Steve and Robin still kept in touch and subtly told him things about her to hopefully get him to make a move. They did the same with her, knowing these two absolutely could not go the rest of their lives without ever seeing each other again.

They didn’t know about why you and him broke up, or about what happened that night before you broke up, but they did know about his suicide attempt. When he told them, they were in complete and total shock. But they were relieved to hear he was in therapy and he was taking medication, and he was getting better. The friend group always asked each other if they were doing okay every once in a while, but they especially did after finding out Eddie had ever felt low enough to do that.

He wanted to see you again so bad, to hear your voice, feel your lips on his, hear your heartbeat as you cuddled up on his couch watching a crappy movie like you used to do all the time. The way you two left things was so messed up, he regrets every mean word he said to you.

So when you showed up on his door to see him, on purpose, he was shocked. It’d been about 5 months since you left “for good”, and he could tell something was up. “Y/n?” He asked and you took a deep breath.

“Hi uhm…I need you, Eddie. I tried to be okay without you and sure, I was fine…for like 4 days and then it sucked and it still sucks. A lot. I tried moving on, I tried going on dates and they all were total shitshows and 4 out of 7 of them just wanted sex so there’s that and honestly I don’t know if it was them that was the problem. I already hate myself for coming back after you cheated but I literally can’t be with anyone else. I need you and your creaky trailer and messy hair and your chocolate button eyes and your crazy music taste and your loud and perfect and cute little personality and I just….I need you. There’s no getting around that but I swear to god if you cheat on me again I’m gonna blow a fucking gasket” you said and he stood there, shocked for a moment.

“I’m sorry…” you said and he shook his head. He cleared his throat and said “no, no…it’s okay…it’s just, I-I mean I wasn’t expecting that you know cause I…I-” “I should go” you said and tried to turn around, but he stopped you. You sighed and said “Eddie I’m sorry that was not what I mean to do I just- just let me go we can pretend it didn’t happen”

“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen I just…I’m shocked a little…” he said and you sighed, leaning against the railing next to the steps. He looked down and said “So what does this mean?” “I-I don’t know” you said and he cleared his throat.

“Can you come inside please?” He asked and you nodded. Wayne groaned from his spot on the couch. “Will you two just kiss already? Worst romance movie ever. Just wrap it up and don’t be too loud. I have work in the morning” he said and you chuckled nervously, not realizing he was there the whole time whilst Eddie was blushing with embarrassment.

He dragged you away and flipped Wayne off before he closed his bedroom door. He chuckled and went back to watching a movie. You sat on the edge of the bed, Eddie shoved some stuff out of the bed and sat next to you. “Ed’s-” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“I-I was raped” he blurted, tears instantly filling his eyes. He let out a shaky breath and said “that morning…the night before w-we broke up…I was drugged by a girl and she took me back to a hotel or something and she…forced me down and f-forced herself on me and raped me. I promise I-I didn’t want it, I b-begged her to stop, y/n…s-she wouldn’t- sh- she just kept g-going I felt so stupid cause I could barely fight b-back but I swear I didn’t w-want it”

“Hey…hey, shh, it’s okay. I believe you, Eddie. I believe you” you said, pulling him into a hug. He buried his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms tight around you. He needed this. Needed you, your arms around him, his arms around you. He needed this more than anything.

“I believe you…god, as soon as I find that fucking cunt I’m gonna put her ass 6 feet under” you said and he whimpered. He sniffled and said “don’t…please,” “Eddie…she needs to be in jail for what she did to you” you said and he let out a small sob.

You kissed his head and said “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should’ve been there for you. Y-You shouldn’t have had to deal with that alone…I-I know I couldn’t” “it’s okay…y-you didn’t know, it wasn’t y-your fault” he said and you sighed shakily.

“I didn’t even give you a chance to explain w-what happened” you said and he pulled away. You held his hand, playing with his rings as he said “I probably would have reacted the same. I-It’s ok, y/n. I promise” “I’m so sorry Ed’s” you said, tears spilling down your cheeks, your voice broken.

He smiled sadly, wiping your tears away. He took a deep breath and said “it’s fine…i-it happened and I need to move on from it cause what else am I gonna do” You whimpered, nodding. You sniffled and said “are you going to therapy and stuff?”

“Yea, yea. I promised, didn’t I? She’s good, and I think I’ve actually needed therapy my whole life but didn’t really know. I-I talk a lot about you actually” he admitted, looking down so you didn’t see him blushing. You bit your lip and then said “yea?” “Shut up” he said and sniffled.

It was silent again for a few moments, both of you looking at each other through tear-filled eyes. “C-Can we please get back together?” He asked all of a sudden and you both chuckled. You nodded and he looked so relieved, and so happy.

“I’d kill to be your girlfriend” you said and he blushed softly. You bit your lip and said “can I kiss you?…please?” His eyes widened and he nodded, making you chuckle. You slowly scooted closer, cupping his cheeks. His eyes flickered down to your mouth for a moment, obviously nervous.

“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded, moving in to press his lips against yours. He put his hands on your waist and thigh, urging you closer. You chuckled and said “woah…hey there,” “hi” he said and you both chuckled.

He leaned in again, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You let him, swirling your tongues together and making out like it’s your last time. You giggled, pressing your foreheads together as you pulled away for air.

He tried to kiss you again and said “Ed’s, I have to breathe” “I just…I miss you” he said, pecking your lips lightly. You shook your head and kissed him again. He eventually started to cry again which got you worried.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” You asked and he chuckled, sniffling. He sighed shakily and said “I’m- I-I’m just really happy. It’s been…hard, without you. B-But you’re back and w-we’re making out in my room, and I just- I love you” You gasped softly, you didn’t think he’d be ready to be as intimate as making out yet, much less saying “I love you”.

“Yea?” You said softly, wiping his tears away. You kissed him gently and said “I love you too” He smiled from ear to ear, blushing like crazy. You giggled and he kissed you a million more times.

Wayne’s heat bursted when he went to check on you two before going to bed and found you sleeping, Eddie curled up into you as you held his much taller and generally larger body as best you could. He was ecstatic to see his boy happy again, and to see the person who makes him happiest back in his life again.

A few weeks later, Eddie reported what happened to the police and thanks to footage from the bar and the outside of the hotel, police identified her and arrested her. She got sentenced to 12 years in prison with no chance of parole, you personally thought she should’ve gotten the death penalty.

It took a lot out of him to see her face to face again, but he stayed strong knowing that he could put an end to what she’s been doing, since 6 other men came forward with their stories involving her when the news of the trial hit the Hawkins Post. You were so proud of him, supporting him as best you could through such a difficult time.

About 2 years later he proposed, and you two made love for the first time since everything that happened. It was gentle, slow, and you really made sure Eddie was okay and made the night about him mostly. He wanted to cry a little, he just felt so lucky to have you and that you gave him a second chance and he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

When he told you he was ready to stop going to therapy you bursted into tears, felt like just yesterday you’d gotten that call from Wayne, the phone call that shattered your heart. And yet here you were 5 years later, on the couch in your small yet perfect little house as your husband of three years, who was as healthy as can be mentally and physically, felt at your baby bump for kicks. Felt like a dream to even be here with him.

“I’m so proud of you Ed’s…I love you so much” you said, running your hands through his hair as his read rested on your bump. He smiled softly, you got like this every once in a while, just thinking about things and how much you appreciate knowing he was okay and he was happy. “Thank you, babe. I’m proud of you two, I know growing this crazy little guy isn’t easy. I love you more” he said and kissed your bump, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and said “not possible, bub”

Taglist: @readsalot73

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N:  Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun. 

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones. 

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?” 

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god. 

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody. 

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts. 

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud. 

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet. 

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right. 

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm? 

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side.  Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with myself. Now I see what my mom was talking about.”

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”

[froggywritesstuff]

Blow Us All Away | Philip Hamilton (Chapter 8)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,  Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)

‘Cabinet Meeting’

(T/W: mentions of su1c1de)

Y/N lay on her cold, creaky bed, hugging one of Philip's shirts that she 'borrowed'. To say she wasn't handling him leaving would be an understatement.

She told herself she was going to take a walk in the city, prove that she was fine without Philip. But that was easier said than done.

After a while, she hauled herself out of bed, got dressed and walked toward the door, when she heard a knock.

Hesitant, she asked, "Who is it?"

"This is the police, please open up." they replied.

Y/N's eyes widened in fear, before she pulled open the door, "Is something wrong?"

The officer gave her a weird look, before asking, "Is your name Y/N L/N?"

"Yes..."

"There's no easy way to say this, but... your father has been found dead."

Y/N's heart dropped.

"Wh-what?" she whispered.

"Your father is dead." the officer repeated, obviously not giving a care for Y/N, assuming she was just a wacky crossdresser.

"H-how?" Y/N swallowed, not even wanting to know the answer.

"I'm afraid he committed suicide." the officer explained with a face of artificial sympathy.

The ground beneath Y/N swayed and the room span round and round, everything becoming blurry.

"Ex-excuse me," Y/N mumbled, before shutting the door and falling to the ground.

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Y/N's eyes slowly fluttered open, her surroundings gradually becoming clearer.

She was met with Eliza at her side, a glass of water in her hands as she dabbed a piece of cloth on her forehead.

"Y/N, I was so worried about you," Eliza cried.

Y/N just looked around, her surroundings slowly becoming familiar, "Wh-what happened? How am I here?"

Eliza brought the piece of cloth away from Y/N, and handed her the glass of water, "Do you... do you remember when the police showed up at your house yesterday?"

"What?!" Y/N cried, not remembering anything.

"Sorry, sorry, that's probably not the best place to start," Eliza sighed, "What's the last thing you remember?"

Y/N thought for a moment, "I... I remember lying on my bed at home. I was sad. Then, someone knocked on my door. I answered it... then I fainted."

Eliza stared at Y/N sympathetically, knowing she would have to break the news, "Y/N... the people at your house were the police," Y/N's eyes widened and her breathing became heavy, "Don't worry, you weren't in trouble. They came to tell you that... your father... died."

Y/N felt her heart drop, "What?"

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"How did he die?" Y/N asked.

Eliza just looked down, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

"How did he die?" she repeated, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Please."

Eliza took a deep breath, wiping away a small tear, "He committed suicide."

Once again, Y/N's heart dropped as she stared at Eliza with wide, glossy eyes, "N-no." she whispered becoming dizzy again. As the walls spun around in circles, she brought a shaky hand to her forehead.

Eliza noticed and grew filled with worry, "No, no, no, please don't faint again," she cried, pushing the glass of water toward Y/N.

She anxiously took a sip, taking deep breaths once she swallowed, before falling down onto her pillow.

"My dad's dead?" she whispered, ignoring the tear glistening down her face.

Eliza sighed, drying her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Y/N sniffled, rubbing the tears away, "It's fine. He already left me before. This is just like... the frosting on the cake. Now I don't have to have unrealistic hope that he'll come back."

"Y/N-"

"No, seriously. I mean it's not like I made him happy. After my mother died, it was only a matter of time before he realized I didn't matter in the long run."

"Y/N, please, that's not true." Eliza pressed, but was ignored once again.

"I guess trading alcohol for me was a good way to live out his last years."

"Y/N, stop it," she begged, finally catching Y/N's attention, "you know that's not true!"

"How do you know that?" Y/N demanded, sitting up straight in her bed, "From the very start he wanted nothing to do with me... I was just a waste of breath."

At this point, the tears were streaming down Y/N's face, her hands drenched from trying to dry her eyes.

Eliza sat down on the bed next to Y/N, wrapping her arm around her, "You wouldn't know this," Eliza began, letting the tears fall, "but when Alexander new him... he wanted nothing more than kids. He would all night long in his tent going on and on about his dream life."

Y/N sniffled, looking up at Eliza, "Wh-what would he say?"

Eliza smiled at Y/N, reminiscing about the memories with her father, "He would talk about having a beautiful wife, and having a beautiful baby girl with her."

Y/N smiled when another tear fell, "He did?"

Eliza nodded, stroking Y/N's hair, "You should've seen how excited he was when your mother was pregnant."

Y/N took a shaky breath when she heard all this.

Her whole life she had blamed herself.

She blamed herself when her mother died from the common cold.

She blamed herself when her father turned to alcohol.

She blamed herself when her father abandoned her.

And of course blamed herself for her fathers death.

"I know it's hard, Y/N. I know you're going to feel like no one understands you, and you'll never move on from this. But I promise you, it will get better. Because I know that your father is watching you from above. You might not think it, but he's looking out for you Y/N. I promise."

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Y/N spent all morning lying on her bed with Angelica, the two talking to try and distract Y/N from everything.

"So what would you want to do when you grow up?" Y/N asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" Angelica questioned, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"When you're older. What do you wanna do with your life?"

Angelica looked up at the ceiling, shocked, "I-I've never thought about it. I mean, I've always thought that I wouldn't have to do anything because I'll have a husband."

Y/N rolled on her side to face Angelica, "Angie, when you grow up, you're gonna be such a strong and amazing woman, your partner isn't even gonna need a job."

"Yeah, right." Angelica scoffed.

"Well, obviously they might have to work as well because - stupidly - women don't get paid as much, but you're still gonna be an independent women."

"How do you know?"

Y/N smiled, "I just know."

Angelica smiled back, "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N turned back to face the ceiling, "Or who knows? You might not even want a husband."

Angelica's breath hitched, "Y-you'd be ok with that?"

Y/N didn't even need to think before she answered, "Obviously. Whether you love a man, woman or no one. As long as you're happy. Why?"

"I... never mind, it's nothing."

Y/N looked at Angelica suspiciously, but ignored it.

'She'll tell me when she wants to'

Y/N then sighed happily, thankful that Angelica hadn't mentioned-

"So... you and Philip are way passed make out sessions, right?"

Y/N groaned, but backtracked at what she said, "Wait, what do you mean, way?" Y/N asked, dragging out the 'way' as Angelica did.

Angelica gave a sly grin, "Y/N."

Y/N just stared at the girl confused, "Angie?"

"Y/N." she repeated, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Suddenly, Y/N understood, "Angie!" she gasped, lightly shoving Angelica.

"You're telling me you haven't done it yet?" Angelica asked.

"We are fifteen!" Y/N huffed.

Angelica's laughter died down, "Oh yeah... man it's like someone keeps writing you guys as eighteen year old's."

"What?"

Angelica said nothing, just glared out into the distance.

"Ok..." Y/N mumbled.

Suddenly, the door knocked.

"Come in," Angie called.

In walked Eliza, "Y/N, would you mind coming down to the kitchen?"

"Oh, uh, sure." she responded, standing up from the bed.

Angie and Y/N smiled at each other before Y/N left and shut the door.

"What do you need, Eliza?" Y/N asked as they walked downstairs.

"It's actually Alexander." she answered, not even bothering to look at Y/N's reaction, she was sure she was shocked.

The two made it downstairs and saw Alexander writing notes on a piece of paper.

He looked up and smiled at the sight of Y/N, "Good, you're here. Go get changed into on of Philip's newer shirts and get back out here."

"Uh, why?"

"You're coming to one of my cabinet meetings." Alexander answered, thinking there was no need for a detailed explanation.

"Anything else?" Y/N asked.

Alex just shook his head, "No. I'll meet you in the carriage."

Y/N pursed her lips and threw her arms up in the air, "Great."

She walked back upstairs and walked into Philip's room.

Well, what used to be Philip's room.

Most of it was gone, except for the empty bed frame, his wardrobe and his desk.

Y/N remembered when she helped him pack, she convinced Philip to not take all of his clothes, as he wouldn't even wear them all. Philip knew he real reason why she wanted him to leave some of his shirts behind.

Anyway, Y/N walked over toward his wardrobe and flung open the doors.

She grabbed one of Philip's nicer shirts that Y/N had basically claimed as her own since Philip never wore it.

Once she put it on, she ran back downstairs and out the house, seeing the carriage Alexander was waiting in.

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The scenery flew passed Y/N and Alexander, though Alexander was more focused on the story in his newspaper.

"Alexander?" Y/N asked, prying her eyes away from the town scape.

Alex only hummed in response, gesturing for Y/N to continue, "People aren't going to judge me for... what I'm wearing are they?"

Alex didn't even look up from his newspaper, "For sure."

Y/N's eyes widened, "Well that's reassuring."

Alexander finally put his newspaper down, "Since when has that mattered to you?"

Y/N just stared at Alex, confused.

"People will always judge each other for who they really are. It's whether or not you're brave enough to show who you really are."

A few more awkward minutes passed, when the carriage came to a halt.

"Are we here?"

"Yup." Alex replied, walking out the carriage, Y/N following behind. Alex held out his hand to help Y/N to the ground, but she didn't even notice as she jumped down onto the ground.

The two walked into the big building, filled with lots of men and - unfortunately - fewer women.

Y/N looked around at the crowd, taking notice of all the different people.

The men were dressed in fancy clothes, and some had servants with them. Others had slaves.

Y/N followed close behind Alexander.

Not even one minute inside the building and she was already receiving dirty looks.

The two eventually found there seats and waited for the meeting to begin.

Alexander had his nose stuck in his newspaper while Y/N was left to take note of the small details of the building to prevent losing her sanity to boredom.

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The room grew quiet, and quieter when a door swung open, two men walking through the door.

One was tall and wore a magenta suit, the other was shorter, and was coughing into his handkerchief.

"I'm telling you, Jimmy, he-" the taller man yelled, but cut himself off when he made eye contact with Alexander.

Alex groaned as soon as he heard the voice, shoving his newspaper away and standing up to face him.

"Jefferson." Alex spat as the two men marched toward him.

"Hamilton." Jefferson sneered.

The two just glared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, before Y/N cleared her throat, successfully grabbing their attention.

"Now that we've had that riveting introduction, would anyone mind telling me when the real action's gonna start?"

Jefferson looked down at Y/N, then back at Hamilton, "Who's the kid?"

"Oh, god," Alex sighed.

Y/N stood up with her arms crossed, glaring at Jefferson, "The kid has a name, Y/N L/N. I'd say it was nice meeting you, but I've been taught that lying is bad."

Thomas scoffed at Y/N, taken aback by her response but trying to act cool, "So you'll just take anyone off the streets now?" he asked Alexander, "No matter how crazy, huh?"

"That's enough," Alex hissed.

"You're right, I'll save it for when I win." Thomas declared, before walking away to his seat.

 "Don't you need to have a brain to win?" Y/N asked, purposely loud enough for Jefferson to hear.

The room was quiet again, when a tall man with no hair walked into the room and cleared his throat.

"The issue on the table," he began, "France is on the verge of war with England. Now do we provide aid and troops to our French allies, or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval. The only person you have to convince... is me." 

He looked down at his desk, then back up at Jefferson, "Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor sir."

Thomas cleared his throat and spoke, "When we were on death's door in need of help from an ally, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We needed money, guns and half a chance. Now who provided those funds?"

Madison cleared his throat and answered, "France."

"Exactly," Thomas exclaimed, standing up from his seat, "In return they didn't ask for land, only the promise that we'd lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors. We know revolution is messy, but now is the time to stand."

Some members of the cabinet cheered, while others yelled in protest.

"Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny," Jefferson continued, before looking down at Hamilton, "I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate. May I remind you that he is not Secretary of State!"

Y/N tried keeping up with everything that was being said, making mental notes in her head as Jefferson went on and on about how Hamilton shouldn't have a say in the argument.

"-desperate to rise above his station, everything he does betrays the ideals of our nations. Aye, and if you don't know now you know Mr. President." he finally finished, sitting back down in his chair.

"Thank you Secretary Jefferson," Washington said, before turning to Alexander, "Secretary Hamilton your response."

Many people cheered and hollered for him, anxious for him to start.

He looked down at the papers on his desk, waiting for everyone to be quiet.

"Come on, Hammy," Y/N whispered, leaning forward in her seat, fiddling with her hands.

The room was almost silent, before Alexander stood up from his chair, and slammed his hands onto the table.

"You must be out of your GODDAMNED mind if you think the president is gonna bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess. A game of chess, where France is queen and king-less! Sure, we signed a treaty. A treaty with a king who's head is now in a basket! Now, would you like to take it out and ask it?"

He the pretended to open up the basket holding King Louis head, and wave it around as if he were talking to it, "Oh should we honor our treaty King Louis head?"

Then he pretended to be King Louis head, "Uh do whatever you want, I'm super dead!"

"Enough! Enough!" Washington yelled, "Hamilton is right,"

"Mr. president," Thomas tried to argue.

"We're too fragile to start another fight!" Washington explained.

"But sir, do we not fight for freedom?!" Jefferson cried.

"Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead them."

"The people are leading!"

At this point, everyone was yelling arguing, and Y/N grew bored.

"The people are rioting," she announced, standing up from her seat, "there's a difference!"

Jefferson stared at Y/N with his eyebrow arched.

Many people looked at her either confused and/or disgusted.

Washington looked confused but intrigued, and gestured for her to go on.

"I can't help but believe that the president thinks it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality!"

Alexander looked up at Y/N, a prideful expression on his face.

"Yes..." Washington began, "Miss...?"

Y/N smiled but quickly answered the question, "Y/N, sir. Y/N L/N."

Washington nodded his head, "Miss L/N is correct," he announced, "I do believe Jefferson is letting his ideals blind him from the reality of the situation."

Jefferson scowled at Y/N, who just gave him a smug look as she sat back down in her chair.

"Hamilton," Washington called, "Draft the statement of neutrality."

"Yes, sir."

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The meeting ended and people eventually left and went back home.

As Y/N and Alexander were exiting the building, they became face to face with Jefferson.

"Did you forget Lafayette?" he asked, frustration radiating from him.

"What?" Hamilton asked, clearly just waning to go home already.

"Have you an ounce of regret?" he asked, taking a step closer to the two, "You accumulate debt, you accumulate power, yet in their hour of need you forget."

"Lafayette's a smart man he'll be fine," Alexander sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance, "Before he was your friend he was mine. If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we'll never stop, where will we draw the line?"

"So quick witted," Jefferson scoffed.

"Alas, I admit it."

"I bet you were quite a lawyer."

"My defendants got acquitted."

"Yeah, well someone ought to remind you."

"What?" Alexander scoffed, crossing his arms.

"You're nothing without Washington behind you."

[legoselfshipper]

Saved

Y/n= your name h/c= hair color h/l = hair length 

it was a calm and warm night on flower fruit mountain as Sun wukong wandered around the area and the Monkey village as it slept, for the past few nights he has been restless and it was bothering him.

these past few nights he has been seeing a person in his dreams, their smile haunts him in a loving way as they would nuzzle his chest when they held him close as they share a leafy bed. even now he can feel their hand on his cheek as they pulled him on for a kiss sweeter than peaches.

Sun caught himself zoning out as he thought about the sweet smell of Orchid’s permeated his nose. shaking his head he rubbed his nose as he found himself on the sea’s edge. looking out he could just... feel something pulling him in a direction.

summoning his cloud he stepped onto it and and just flew, he had no idea where he was going but he just followed where the feeling was directing him. if he felt like he got lost he would stop, close his eyes and concentrate on the feeling till he flew in the right direction again.

as he flew he felt like he was getting close to where the pull was, swallowing he swished his tail from side to side as he got excited. he found himself back in the city but soon flew right over it and was soon in farmlands and soon found a village.

here is where the feeling was strong, as the sun came up Sun wukong hid in a tree so he can watch the villagers as they get up and ready for the early day and was curious as to why some people would still want to live a simple life like this when they have technology to help them with all this work.

as he watched the people get up a voice caught his attention, it was sweet as honey and almost sounded familiar to the person in the dream’s. looking around he spotted the house the voice was coming from.

y/n walked out of the house with a basket on your arm and in your hand a fishing pole, walking out you went to a bike that was leaning on the side of the house and as you walked sun wukong could see your h/l h/c was a bit messy as if you didn’t bother to brush it from where he was in the tree. “Alright mom! i am heading out!” you called into the house. “ok y/n but be careful! the currents might be a bit rough today!” your mother called but you didn’t hear her warning as you rode off on your bike.

Sun wukong watched you ride off with his tail curling into a heart he could tell that you were the person from his dreams, the one who had kisses sweeter than peaches and a smile that will set his heart ablaze.

shaking his head he transformed into a bird and followed you as you rode for quite some time to a river that had calm looking water’s but you rode your bike more down river and soon came to a over grown area and stopped the bike. “alright, here we go.” you said as you kicked the stand up for your bike an walked into the bushes. Sun wukong followed you more into the bush as a bird till you stopped at a river bank with deeper waters than what was up river. perching on a branch Sun watched as you got your tackle ready and soon flung the hook into the water when the pole was ready.fluffing up his feathers a bit he got comfortable on the branch, knowing fishing will take a while so he got comfortable.

as time passed Sun wukong watched as you caught many fish from the river most of them small but you were happy to just catch them. but things took a turn for the worse when you got a bite. struggling a bit you pulled on the pole as you tried to reel in the fish. “this feels like a big one!” you yelled unknowingly sun wukong as you struggled with the fight.

in his head Sun was cheering you on as he puffed his feathers up and flapped his wings a bit as a way to clap. with one final tug your line went slack. you lost the fish. “damn..” you mumbled and started to reel in the line. dishearten sun’s feathers flatten from when he puffed up.

when you were reeling in the line it suddenly went taught again as something started to swim quickly and with you still holding onto the pole you got pulled into the river. surfacing you started to cough up water as the river swept you away. “help!” you yelled only for your mouth to be filled with water as the waves crashed over your head.

you tried to swim to the side of the river bank but the under current was just too strong as it pulled you under the water. Seeing you get pulled into the water Sun wukong panicked a bit before he came to his senses he changed back into his normal form and summoned his cloud.

As he flew down river looking for you his heart was racing. ‘no no no! where are you! come on! show me where you’re at!’ his mind was racing as he looked for You and it only dropped more when he couldn't see any sign of you. taking a deep breath he dove into the water and swam to look for you.

as you were dragged by the under tow you could faintly make out an orange blob swimming towards you, thinking this was how you were gonna die you reached out to what you thought was the light.

when Sun wukong saw you he quickly swam over and grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you close to himself as he swam up to the surface of the water.

soon both breaking the surface he gasped for air as his cloud scooped you two out of the river and landed on solid ground. holding you bridal style in his arms he hopped off of the cloud and laid you on the ground and started to give you chest compressions. “Come on Peaches!! breathe!” Sun almost yelled as he leaned down and gave you mouth to mouth.

after a few more chest compressions you coughed up the water in your lungs and rolled onto your side coughing hard and gasping for air. “w-wha..” your vision was blurry for a bit till it cleared.”are you ok?” a voice asked as you waved your hand at them. “Y-ya i-i think so” you said as you coughed again. “Here let me help you up” the voice said as they helped you to your feet. “thank you” you said only to feel dizzy and falling to the side, only to be caught by strong arms and a gentle hand on your shoulder. “maybe we should sit back down” the voice said as they helped you sit down.

“sorry to be such a burden..” you said only for the person to laugh gently. “you’re not a burden.” they said making you laugh a bit as they let you lean on them. after a while you were feeling better and soon noticed the smell of wet monkey fur. confused you looked at who it was and gasped. “Hey!” sun wukong said with is signature smile and wink. “y-you're sun wukong!” you blurted out making him laugh. “yup the one and only! he said proudly as he puffed his chest out but soon gestured for you to calm down. “but enough of that alight, you need to calm down.

swallowing you nodded and started to take deep breaths only to turn into a squeak as sun picked you up in his arms. “I-i’m not heavy am i..?” you asked and sun wukong just smiled at you. “you’re as light as a feather” he said as he hopped onto the cloud, with it was your bike, tackle box and pole. “how did you..” you questioned and looked up at him.

Sun wukong laughed sheepishly a bit. “well i was in the area and seen you heading out of the village and curious i followed ya, just wondering what you were doing” he said as he looked away a bit.

he wasn’t wrong but he wasn’t going to tell you the full reason, at least not yet. laughing a bit you held onto him around the neck, accidentally making him blush. “well thank you Sun wukong, if it wasn’t for you i would be dead.” gently smiling he patted your back as he got you settled on the cloud. “No need to thank me but you’re welcome” he said as he held you close and flew to your village all the while his tail curled into a heart.