#sorry i just thought about her breaking the cycle and got really excited.

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW THAT ABBY PALMER

[six-eyed-samurai]

I've seen a lot of people who write Muichiro as someone who sort of forgets he's not dating you in the crush stage, but my take is that Muichiro actually forgets he's dating you and thinks he's in his crush era.

🌸He'll approach you suddenly, a couple times a month, with a serious expression and red cheeks, to confess his not-so-secret crush on you from since the day you both met, having forgotten he had already done so and you both were already together

🌸You usually just go along with it until he gets to the "I hope you feel the same but I'll understand if you don't" part; then you break it to him with a shy laugh that he had already confessed and you both were going out

🌸It's not tiring at all to keep repeating the same scenario, not at all! Muichiro is so cute when he does it, unconsciously pulling an innocent puppy expression and staring at you hopefully. And when he remembers you both are a couple he'll immediately light up ever so excitedly, attack you in a hug, press his forehead against you and apologize in a flurry of "Sorry" and compliments

("How did I manage to pull someone like you?" He wonders out loud. You laugh - he's too cute for his own good.)

🌸Not only that it's honestly become a guessing game with you to see what method Muichiro would confess to you again this time. You both have approximately cycled through confession by love letter, gifts (he might've stolen it forgetting it belonged to someone else, but it's the thought that counts, right?), cloud-gazing date, outright declaration, jealous blurt...yeah, you've gone through every single trope there was possible

🌸Your favorite one was when he threw an airplane across the room to you and when you unfolded it he wrote a little sweet confession. You still have it, along with the rest he started throwing to you to 1. get your attention 2. annoy you 3. ask you to join him for training or cloud-gazing

🌸 You've told him multiple times it's okay if he wants to stare at you anytime he likes after catching him doing it one day, like he did when he was in his crush phase, but he forgot and acts like he just got caught performing the most atrocious crime on earth: looks away immediately and vehemently denies it

🌸Everyone around you guys thinks it's super funny and adorable how Muichiro would start talking about you and abruptly end it with something like "Is this what people mean by having a crush?" or "I would really like to be her boyfriend someday if I manage to confess and she accepts." As said above he gets really puppy-dog excited when he's told "Aren't you guys dating already?"

("We are?" Muichiro frowned. "I don't remember..." His eyes widen. "So that's who left me that daikon today..." Then he runs off forgetting he's in the middle of conversation to go find you.)

🌸Sometimes it's a little awkward when it comes to dates though. Say there's a festival happening in a nearby town or White Day and you've been planning to spend the day having fun with him - Muichiro's going to forget you're both together and be too shy to ask you out despite that's all he's thinking about. Then you have to remind him, or someone else triggers it.

("I'm so sorry I didn't ask you!" Muichiro pushed a small box of chocolates towards you. "I got you this as an apology if it makes up for it? We'll do anything you want for tonight if you want?)

🌸It's always funny when Muichiro gets sulky or starts moping around when he hears about your boyfriend and how you're gushing over him because he forgot it was him. You like to tease him about it by listing out all the qualities you like about him and the usual praise until Muichiro asks who it is, his jealousy quite obvious.

("You, dummy!"

Muichiro blinked, then groaned, grabbing onto your side and looking up at you pathetically. "Don't play with me like that!")

🌸Of course it's not all fun and games. If this is before he met Tanjiro and regained his memories he can be pretty cold to you when he doesn't remember about your relationship, leading to a lot of things you both have to talk through after a fight.

🌸Worse case scenario is that he still remembers you as a crush, but decides that instead of confessing like before he ought to push you away before you became a weakness, a distraction...someone he'd lose.

🌸After he gets back his memories and becomes more like his old self however, he doesn't forget your relationship anymore, meaning to make up for all the times he did. In fact he flexes it, wanting to tell everyone about the both of you all the time to the point your default face is now "extremely flustered".

🌸Especially when he's jealous, actually.

("I heard that (y/n) has a crush though, do you really think you still stand a chance?"

Muichiro whipped his head around at the sound of the two slayers gossiping in the corner during a break from his training. A slight crease forms between his eyebrows and he decides to go a little harder on them later.

"Nah, it's fine! I'm a hundred per cent confident she'll say yes as long as she isn't dating anyone!"

"But I heard she is," a third slayer joined in, leaning closer conspiratorially. "A Hashira, actually."

The guy in question bursts out laughing. Scumbag. "As if! Don't be so stupid. She's already lucky she could get MY attention."

"Who would want a stupid mizunoto like you?" Muichiro smacked the slayer with the flat of his blade expressionlessly. The other two yelped and scrambled back. "For your information (y/n) got my attention - and now you have mine: go run ten laps around the Estate and if I hear you defile her name again I'll make it a hundred."

He blew a raspberry at the poor wretch as he ran past.)

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): smut with plot but not really, a bit of angst but then again not really, nsfw, wlw sex

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, oral sex, kinda toxic relationship, mentions of drinking alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3k

note: I'M SO SORRY GUYS IT SOOOO LOOOONG. College had been kicking my ass. Agh! I need a break from that shit. Anyways... I was actually going to make the smut part longer but I kinda didn't want to ruin it, so this is what you get lol. Also I literally googled the russian pet names, so please correct me if they are wrong. I hope you all like it! Lots of love, M <3

note 2: I got so many requests and I'm so glad you guys asked me to write your ideas, I really appreciate that. It's going to take me so time but I WILL WRITE THEM and I'm so excited about them. Love the way you guys think lol <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malishka: little girl - Krasotka: gorgeous

You knew this whole thing was wrong, it was a toxic never ending cycle, but still you could never help yourself when it came to her. 

You and Yelena were together for three years, three years filled with love and lust and happiness; but then your relationship became hateful, bitter and full of anger, still the lust between the two of you remained the same.

Allegedly, the two of you had broken up 5 months ago. Allegedly, you resented her for the shit she put you through. Allegedly, you didn’t even want to see her face. 

Nevertheless, she always found her way back to you, —back to your bed—. The moment her lips made contact with yours, you knew you had lost all sense of reason. How could you restrain yourself when her hips grazed against yours in a slowly almost painful yet divine pace that had you arching your back and curling your toes?

“Fuck,” you breathed out, as her hands thighten the frim grip on your waist.

You always promised yourself it would be the last time, that it was just your body reacting to hers, that you would be strong the next time and would turn her down. It took you a couple more slips to finally understand that you and Yelena were done, that the two of you were through. But you finally came to your senses.

“You do know this is the last time, right?” you said breathless, feeling your quick heartbeat in your eardrums. 

You sword to yourself that would be the last time you let yourself give in to her. Just one more night of pleasure, just one more night of kisses and whimperings and moans, and the next day it would be over. 

“Yeah, I know,” though her voice was muffled by your cunt you could still make out the sarcastic tone in her voice. 

“I mean it, Yel,” you tried to sound serious, and apparently you did because she lifted up her head for her eyes to find yours.

“I know you do,” and she did know. She knew that you meant it, at that specific moment. 

But she also knew your statement wouldn’t last long, that you would soon change your mind and her lips would find their way back to your neck, hips, thighs and cunt. 

So she allowed you to think it was over, but it will be over once she decided so. 

[...]

It’d been a year since you had last seen her, you thought that was it, that the two of you had moved on at last. But maybe you got it all wrong, maybe all the things she made you feel enhanced by being away from her, maybe you forced yourself to forget about her. But there was no point in trying it, for she had made a mark on your heart. Like a tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.

But tonight was supposed to be different, you were supposed to have fun, drink and dance with your girl friends. But for some odd reason you couldn't stop thinking about the blonde. You would mess around with some people, but you found yourself thinking that it wasn’t her hands roaming around your body, or her lips leaving kisses and bites all over your neck, it wasn't her scent and it most certainly wasn’t her hoarse voice reaching your ears.

As you and your friends made your way to the bar, you heard your phone ringing. Even before you took a look at the screen you were 100% sure that it was her calling you, who else could it be then? 

Your heart picked up its pace as you looked at the ID caller and your suspicions were confirmed. It was at that moment that you realised that you had never blocked or deleted her contact number. 

Before you could answer or decline the call, it stopped. You swallowed down the lump that hard formed on your throat, unsure of what would be next. And soon after it stopped you got a text from her, you were about to read it when you noticed that someone was calling out for you. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you said, quickly putting away your phone, trying to focus on your friend’s words over the loud music.

“We have to use the restroom. Let’s go,” she said, reaching out for your hand, motioning for you to tag along. 

“No,” you step back, away from her reach. “I, um,” you felt your phone burning your hand. “I’m going to get some air, okay?” you noticed she wanted to say something against it, so you quickly added: “I’ll be right back, I promise,” you smiled at them, before making your way out of the club before they would follow after you. 

Once the cold air of the night filled your lungs you felt like you could finally breathe properly. You looked at her missed call and her text message on your phone screen, it was simple: an address. You knew what that meant, but you weren’t sure of what you should do. As if sensing your doubt, she called you again. The phone kept on ringing in your hand, as you made up your mind.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? Yes, you might not be really drunk but the alcohol was messing with your brain and you were not thinking straight. Plus, your friends were going to kill you for meeting her.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? You weren’t just going to throw away the last year and pretend like nothing had happened.

Seeing her would be a bad idea, right? But your mind had other plans as the memories of her soft lips and her rough hands and her raspy voice all came rushing to your brain, and suddenly it was all you could think of.

Seeing her tonight…? Fuck it, it’s fine, was your only thought as you picked up the call. 

“Hello, detka.”

The old pet name sent a silver up your spine, still you were yet to form a coherent thought. 

“I missed you,” she paused, waiting for you to say something. “Did you miss me?” she tried again. Still, you weren’t answering her, but she knew you were listening carefully to every word. “You know? I’m all alone right now. I wouldn’t mind some company.”

You could sense the undertone she was using, you were no fool to her tactics, even though you would always fall for them. That was the kind of power Yelena had over you, everytime you would do so much as think about her your brain would just shut down and you wouldn’t be able to hear your own thoughts. 

“No,” you stated firmly. Shaking your head even though she could not see you. 

“Oh, baby. What’s the matter? You want me to pick you up?” you could hear the jiggling of some set of keys. Your heart stopped for a second, was she really that desperate to come and pick you up? You felt your stomach burning. 

“This is… This is not right, Yelena. I shouldn't have picked up the call. I should probably not—.”

“Oh, come on, moya lyubov,” again with the russian nickname that would make your knees weak. “How about this, I pick you up, we get some coffee and we just have a quick chitchat?”

You knew that it never was so simple with Yelena, but you felt your walls crashing down. 

“I’m not sure, Yel…” it felt weird to pronounce that nickname after so long. 

“Look up, pretty girl.”

You felt your stomach sink as you did as you were told. And there she was, in all her glory. You didn’t even question how she knew exactly where you were, Yelena just knew stuff. You knew she was your ex, but she said it was just a quick chat, can’t two people reconnect? You knew you were stronger now to her advances, you were pretty sure you only saw her as a friend. But, in all honesty, you knew you were full of shit. 

Without a word, you sent a text to your friends, put your phone in your purse and got into the car, wrecking all your plans. You knew you should just stop, but you couldn't. You cursed yourself for that, she knew you too well and you hated both yourself and Yelena for that.

As soon as you took the passengers sit, Yelena sped up the car and the two of you left the building and your friends behind. 

“I did miss you, Y/n,” was the first thing she said as she rested her hand on your thigh. 

She knew how much you loved it when she did that.

“Mmm,” you muttered, unsure of what your answer should be. 

“Didn’t you miss me?” she jokingly asked as she gently squeezed your skin. 

“What do you want, Yel?” 

“I thought I told you,” she quickly took a look at you before looking back at the road. “I just want to chat, that’s all.”

“It’s never that simple with you.”

“Well, maybe this time it is. Maybe this time I want things to be different,” she smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. She still had that kind of power over you and you hated her even more for that. But not really.

You gently shook your head. It was bad, you shouldn’t have picked up the call, you shouldn't have gotten into the car. You should have thought things more clearly before letting her into your life again. 

As you were mentally cursing yourself you didn’t realise that the two of you had already made it to whatever place she had driven the two of you. Realisation hit you as you now had now idea where the fuck you were, you had no other choice but to follow her. Or so you told yourself. 

Yelena opened the car door for you and stretched her hand out for you to take. Which you did, you didn’t even fight it, you longed for the contact of her skin against yours. And maybe, just maybe, you thought it would be enough, just by intertwining your fingers in between hers. But, god, you were wrong. 

You knew the moment you would step through her front door all sense of reason would leave your mind, and it would only remain the lust and feel of belonging you always felt around her. And you were right, the soon you stepped in, it was like you were that same person a year ago and you had no intention in fighting your feelings, not anymore. You thought maybe you deserve it, as a reward for being all this time apart from each other.

As soon as you entered it was as if you could feel Yelena everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that she was there next to you with her hand in between yours, but you could all also smell her scent all over her place, you could see her in the furniture she had chosen, hear her in the music that was playing, and even though you had yet to taste her lips you were so overwhelmed by her entire being that it felt as if you already had. 

“So, um,” she cleared her throat as she closed the door behind the two of you, getting your attention. “Would you like some coffee…?”

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you mumbled to yourself once more before dropping your purse and shortening the distance and crashing your lips against hers. 

Yelena’s hand quickly found their way to your hips, gently squeezing your flesh earning a low groan out of you. She pulled away gasping for air but the next second her lips were back on yours. You moaned into her lips as her tongue easily slipped into your mouth and found yours to mess around with. 

You felt a warm feeling in your stomach as her hands roamed all over your body leaving goosebumps on their way. Then they rested on your ass, grabbing the muscle motioning for you to jump on top of her, which you did without a second thought. The feeling became a small fire in your stomach the moment your chest was pressed against hers. 

“I knew you would come back,” she mumbled in between your lips, feeling her grin into the kiss. 

As a response you bit her bottom lip, not really sure what you meant by that but it felt good when you heard a low moan escape from her lips. 

“Don’t push your luck,” you said once you let go of it, earning a small chuckle from her. 

“Yeah, you’re right, krasotka,” her thick russian was only fuel to the growing fire in your stomach. 

Her lips found the crook of your neck and she left as many bites and kisses as she pleased, leading the two of you to her bedroom. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your fingers found their way in between her hair. 

Once in her bedroom, Yelena gently laid you on her bed. As her lips made their way down to your collarbone, her hand tugged at the hem of your dress slowly and painfully bringing it up to your waist. 

On command, you spread your leg open letting Yelena’s head take the place in between your thighs. She kissed and bit them, her lips ghosted over the area where you needed her the most, but all you got was her hot breath which sent a shiver up your spine and made you groan out her name. 

“Stop with the teasing,” you begged her, as your legs rested on her shoulders. 

“Tell me what you need,” she breathed out. 

“I need you… I need your lips on me,” it almost came out as a moan. 

And she did as she was told, but it wasn’t quite what you wanted. Her lips kissed and licked your core, but it wasn’t enough since the area was still being covered by your panties. You wanted more, needed more. 

“Yelena, please…” you begged her once again. 

“Shh…” she cooed as her fingers tugged at the hem of your underwear and slowly pushed it out of the way. “Is this where you need my lips, malishka,” her hot breath over your now uncovered cunt ripped a moan out of your mouth. 

“Yes, yes, just please do something. Please, Yel, I—,” a whimper cut you off as you felt her tongue licked up your slit. “Fuck,” you could feel your heartbeat going a mile per hour. 

Her tongue went up and down a few times, tasting your juices, loving who wet you were for her. She then made sure to give your clit as much attention, so she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. You felt your leg trembling on her shoulders as she worked her magic on you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were a moaning mess, the fire in your stomach felt like it was taking over your entire body and you only wanted to give in, to let it consume you whole —to let Yelena consume you whole—.

You wrapped your legs around her head, bringing her even closer to you. The thought of her suffocating on your count scared you for half a second, but then as she ate you like a starving woman, the thought only added more to your arousal. 

Yelena took a quick look at you: eyes closed, lips slightly trembling and parted, brows furrowed, your leg around her head, your hand flying to meet her hair. She wanted that moment to last forever, she wanted to be forever buried in between your legs if it only meant she could see you like this. But she could not stop time and live forever in that moment, so she could only moan at your sight. And that was what it took for you to finally come undone in her lips.

You cried out her name as your leg almost squeezed her head too harshly, but she could take it. A few curses followed her name as her tongue and lips helped you right out your high. 

“I missed this, malishka,” she said breathlessly as you unwrapped your legs around her. 

Her nose, lips and chin were glistening from your release, you felt something like a match lighting up inside you once again. Much to your dismay she used the back of her hand to clean some of it, which she noticed that it had bothered you since you slightly frown. She chuckled at just how cute and precious you were. 

She crawled on top of you, placing her knee in between your legs and her lips found yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips and tongue, feeling the fire coming back to life. 

“I missed you… so much,” she said in between kisses. “Tell me… you missed me too…”

Drunk on her scent, lips and words you couldn’t think properly. But still the words you blurted out were the truth: “I did… I missed you too…”

“Then we should… make up for… the time we lost…'' she said as her hand expertly tugged down the cleavage of your dress, she smiled to herself as she realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

She trailed a path of kiss from your neck, down to your collarbone to finally end with her lips sucking your right nipple. 

“Yeah, we should…” you breathed out. 

“Then, we are going to be here for a while,” she said, her words were muffled by your tit inside her mouth. 

You giggled at her words but then it turned into a moan as she went on sucking. 

You knew the whole thing would fire back eventually, but your head was empty, blank, no reasonable thoughts. Just one that it keep you going and that was the only thought you were willing to listen to: ‘Fuck it, it’s fine.’

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-M

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

CAN I HAVE SOME KESLERxJULINE HCS??

YES YES YES 1000X YES (sorry this took so long) i really want to start calling them frosted beakers because it sounds cooler. anyways.

Juline struggled to control her ability after she first manifested because not only did she manifest at 14 much later than the rest of her peers, her ability is more connected to her emotions than it is for most fosters, making people around her see her as unstable and unpredictable, which upset her/made her angry, which make her ability harder to control and it was an endless cycle.

Kesler was a dorky curly haired 15yo with glasses and wasn't afraid of her and saw her as another noble kid he had to tutor to make sure his mentors still liked him and he wouldn't get sent to Exilium for some random made up reason

Juline didn't want to be in alchemy class, her parents pulled her out of her art class to go to the advanced alchemy class when she hadn't gone to alchemy class in years. so she was missing her favorite class and was now in a class she didn't understand forced to go tutoring with some dorky boy (who was a little cute (not cute enough to make her enjoy the class though)

eventually Kesler called out her behavior towards him not expecting anything to come out of it. but instead she apologized and said it wasn't fair of her to treat him like that. Kesler was shocked that she actually treated him like a person and Juline was offended that he would expect her to treat him otherwise. over the next several weeks they ended up having a lot of fun in the tutoring sessions together.

Juline played bramble in foxfire and it's something she genuinely enjoyed and was good at Kesler on the other hand couldn't play to save his life. Kesler lover to watch her play. because it was the only time he ever saw her smile so wide that her dimples would show.

they ended becoming close friends and then dating when they where around 17. they spent a lot of time around Kesler's family home as there was a forest right outside of the neighborhood he lived in. they spent a lot of time by the river because Juline could practice her ability and it was private and away from prying eyes, so they had the freedom to do what they pleased without comments about bad matches

the first spring they where dating Juline got really excited when snowdrops peaked through the snow and after that Kesler started to call her snowdrop. the nickname stuck for the rest of their lives, and they started buy each other jewelry with each others flowers on them

Juline was forced to go the elite levels by her parents, because they hoped that she and Kesler would break up with the distance and they wouldn't have to deal with a bad match for a daughter

they successfully avoided having a bad match daughter as well, Kesler was constantly being told he would ruin her life and Juline was struggling to keep up with writing letters and homework and classes didn't help. on top of that her parents wanted her to go to all these windowing gala's and she just complied because it was easier than fighting them on it. she also thought maybe just maybe her parents would realize she didn't love anyone else and would except the fact that wanted to marry Kesler.

they broke up around the time Juline graduated because Kesler wanted to protect her from the scorn, and he told her to find someone who would give her what she deserved because he couldn't.

they stayed apart for a few years neither dating anyone else because Kesler regretted what he did with everything in his soul but didn't think she would forgive him, and some part of him believed it was the right decision because he wanted her to live without scorn. Juline had given up on going to windowing gala's and decided to focus on her work because she didn't want to do anything else.

Kesler's older brother Eben went to the matchmaking office to get his third match list and Juline was on it. he decided to invite her, not because he was remotely interested in her but because on the off chance she came he wanted to give his little brother a second chance with the woman he still loved.

Juline went to Eben's windowing gala hoping that for some dumb reason Kesler would be there, the gala was hosted in a forest not far from the dizznee family home. not a lot of people came because they didn't want to go a 5th born's gala,

while there wasn't a lot of people present compared to the other gala's Juline had been to there was still enough people present for Juline to find it overwhelming. She asked Kesler's mom who was helping her son host if Kesler was there and she pointed down the path Juline knew all too well. it headed right to the river where she and Kesler had spent so much time together.

Juline took a deep breath and headed down the path telling herself that she would give Kesler a peice of her mind, because how dare he decide for her whats good for her, if she wanted to live with scorn she would she wasn't some coward who couldn't handle it.

Kesler was sitting on the fallen tree by the river and wouldn't even look her in the eyes. Juline lost all words she had in her head the second she saw him. all she could say was "i missed you Kesler"

they talk and talk and talk until the sun goes down. tears are shead apologies are made again and again and again, they stay by the river until dark, then even longer. Kesler asks Juline if they could start over, start from the beginning, and Juline agrees in a heartbeat, they part with promises to call in the morning,

Juline returns home with a hope in her heart for the future, not caring how it would effect her cushy noble job. she got Kesler back, she finally got him back.

Kesler didn’t stop thanking Eben for what he did, and Eben told him he owed Kesler after how he treated him in the past, Kesler was just happy to have his best friend back, he had always forgiven a little to easily.

Juline and Kesler dated in “secret” for years (it was blantly obvious that they where heads over heels for each other to anyone that had functional eyes), while Kesler built slurps and burps up from the ground. they didn’t get married until they where in their 80s because they liked the peace of living without the full fledged scorn

when they finally decided to get married, they had their wedding at Havenfeild, Juline announced to all of her noble friends about the wedding knowing they would be horrified that she was marrying a talentless. Edaline helped with the decor, and planing the whole wedding, it was actually quite small and peaceful wedding. she was fired from her noble job the second their marriage went through the government,

[sunflowerharrington]

@steddiebang2024 project reveal!! This is not a drill!

I’m so so excited for this year’s Steddie Bang! I’ll be collabing with the amazing @mvnsvn6 for this project! Forget everything you know about Stranger Things and Saltburn and dive into this adventure with us. You can find the summary and a little excerpt will be under the cut.

Looking forward to posting this Fall :)

Summary:

Eddie Munson knows he won’t make any friends at Hawkins University. He knows it. He knows it… Until he crosses paths with Steve Harrington; a hunk who’s got it all: the looks, the ladies, the money, and a mansion way too big for an eccentric family of five and a butler. He’s got a mansion.

He’s got a mansion.

or, Eddie Munson is twenty years old and enrols at Hawkins University. He falls in love with a guy from university, falls out of love with the same guy, grows to resent him — even though some feelings still lie at the bottom of his heart — and the aftermath of it all.

Excerpt:

The sun shines bright, the grass is greener than ever and the skies are pure, perfect blue, with no clouds in sight. Shadows follow Eddie as he cycles along the road by the crystal-clear river, and he breathes in the fresh air. Today’s going to be a good day.

A buzzing atmosphere flutters around him like butterflies, but it’s pretty bittersweet. Why? Because some god-awful racket is disrupting the peace. It’s Steve, sitting on the verge up ahead, cursing under his breath as he kicks his bicycle. What ever could be the matter? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

Eddie smirks as he passes, but stopping to help might get him on a page in Steve’s good book. He breaks to a halt in front of Steve.

“Hey, what happened?” Eddie asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. It’s a flat tire and the chain is looser than it should be. Steve has the bike upside down, trying to fix it by staring at it, hoping it’ll do something. Spoiler alert: it won’t.

“I’ve got a flat tire.” Bingo. “Chain’s loose too.” Double bingo.

“That’s bad luck,” Eddie says, and for once, something truthful comes out of his mouth— Eddie stops. For once, uh… he says something useful? Maybe? Eddie rolls his eyes. He has to stop changing his story! He was doing so well.

“I’ve just been trying to fix it,” Steve says, looking down at his feet. “Of course it’s when I’m already ten minutes late for my tutorial.”

Ooh, a tutorial. Eddie rolls his eyes. So posh. Jesus H Christ.

“Where is it?” Eddie asks.

“Just off Cherry Lane.”

“Oh shit.” That is pretty far away. Poor boy’s gonna have to walk all the way there on his own like half the people in college, probably. Eddie scoffs, it’s nothing. A walk is nothing. A run? That’s hard sometimes. Walking’s easy, and a good time to have a cigarette. And it’s less dangerous, and a lot easier, to smoke while walking than riding a bike. The scar on Eddie’s right arm is proof of that.

“Yeah…” Steve trails off, pouting like a kicked puppy. Jesus Christ, and Eddie thought he himself was dramatic.

They both look at the bike at the same time. It’s pretty much a goner. There’s no way to fix it in time for Steve to get to his stupid fucking tutorial before it’s over.

“I skipped last week to go- don’t tell anyone- but I went on a date with uh… Can't remember her name, sorry. Heather, or something. And I’m already in trouble with my parents for scratching some of the paint off it, so…”

Oh, poor, poor baby. Eddie internally rolls his eyes. Is Steve seriously trying to make Eddie feel sorry for him? Eddie’s pretty sure Steve’s parents could buy him a thousand bikes if he asked. But… He wants to get on Steve’s good side. He’s definitely popular around campus, and having that under his own belt could be good. Might get Eddie laid by a pretty girl if he’s lucky.

“Look, I’m not really going anywhere,” Eddie says, smiling at him. “Just taking these back to the library. So you can take my bike if you want?”

“No, no, no, I couldn’t. I mean, it looks like rain, I wouldn’t want to—”

Eddie can’t help but melt under Steve’s gaze, and that smile. Jesus H. Christ. “I’m not really going anywhere anyway. I can just get it back from you later. You’re in my college, so…” Perfect. He’ll get to see Steve again. One point for Munson.

“Am I?” Steve asks, keeping his gaze trained on Eddie.

Eddie sighs, his eyes downcast. “Yep.”

It’s a big college, sure, but how has Steve not seen him around before? Has he forgotten about their exchanged looks and smiles around campus whenever they cross paths? Does anything even really matter to him?

“That’s so kind, are you serious?” He asks, getting up from his spot by the tree. “That’s so kind, man. Are you sure? I mean, it’s a long walk back to college and I don’t want you to feel like you have to wheel it back.”

“You want me to take yours back?” Eddie asks. Oh what, so this douche thinks he can tell Eddie what to do now? He doesn’t even know Eddie’s name and he’s already giving him orders. Maybe it’s because Eddie looks easy to manipulate into doing whatever he wants.

But that’s what he wants Steve to think.

Eddie likes to think of himself as a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That’s the strategy in life that gets people everything they want. And what is it Eddie wants? More. More. And even more. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to get that, and so far it’s taken him right to Steve Harrington by a tree just outside of Hawkins University.

It didn’t exactly take much for him to get accepted; a carefully curated persona full of smiles and the story about his upbringing. That, and all the little extras: no criminal record—that the police know of, he knows how to make people take the fall for him. Bless Gareth, Frankie and Jeff—no drugs in his system, and a willingness to go down on anyone in any room to keep up his good GPA score.

Bedroom eyes go a long way, and the lack of a gag reflex goes even further. He’s willing to become the local slut to get what he wants. He doesn’t even have to try hard. Eddie is a slut and he’s damn proud of it.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Steve starts. “I’m sorry, I just thought that since I have your bike, you’ll take mine?” Eddie’s works, Steve’s does not, it makes little to no sense.

“I mean, I can wheel it back to college for you, it’s not that far away,” Eddie proposes… to get on Steve’s good side, of course.

“Thank you.” Steve takes Eddie’s bike from him.

He must be so used to people bending over backwards to help him.

Steve grins. “Oh, thank you. Thank you… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Steve,” he says with an apologetic look. Oh, but is it fake? Who knows? Everything is fake around here. And posh, rich boys like Steven Otis Harrington are no exception.

I already know your name. And you have no idea just how much I already know about you, Steve.

“Eddie. It’s Eddie.”

“Eddie. Eddie, I love you.” Eddie’s eyes widen as Steve grabs him by the shoulders, planting a kiss on the top of his helmet. Even though he doesn’t want to play it safe in college, he also doesn’t want to get a concussion. So the stupid helmet will have to stay on. “I love you, I love you. Seriously.”

“Like I said, no big deal.”

“Thank you so much, Eddie,” he says with a wide smile, hopping onto the bike, swinging his leg over to put one of his feet on the pedals. “So kind. You’re a fucking lifesaver, really. Thank you.”

Eddie scoffs. Yeah, sure. He’s so thankful for it. Sure. Eddie rolls his eyes when Steve isn’t looking, too focused on pedalling to look back.

“I’ll just leave yours in the bike shed, yeah?”

“Yeah, fine.” If Steve even so much as scratches the bike, it’s over for him. No more talking, no more looking… Eddie will just have to find a new friend, or else pretend to forgive him to stay on his good side.

“Thanks, Eddie!” He calls over his shoulder. “I love you!”

Wow. Does love even have any meaning to him? Does Steve even know what love is? Surely not if he’s telling a fucking stranger that he loves them.

Eddie watches Steve disappear around the corner, leaving him standing alone, holding the broken bike. This is so stupid. He’s gonna look like a fucking idiot walking a bike all the way back to campus. But who cares? It’s not like anyone’s even going to pay attention to some small-town boy anyway…

But Steve might.

He just might. Because that’s all Eddie’s ever wanted.

Attention.

And he’ll do pretty much anything to get it.

[heliads]

Can you write Jason x Daughter of Hecate? Both of them are on the Argo 2 btw. Jason is dating Piper but he starts to fall in love with the reader who already likes him? She also has a bestie who is a daughter of Hermes. Reader is a recrenation of Helen of Troy, who is put into an endless cycle of heartbreak but when she meets Jason the cycle gets broken. But she is really afraid of falling in love. Sorry if I am being to specific 😭😭

there is no such thing as too specific!! in fact the more details i see in a request the more excited i get.

masterlist

You wouldn’t expect a massive celestial bronze trireme to feel quite as cramped as it does. That’s no insult to Leo Valdez, chief engineer and designer extraordinaire, of course— this would happen to any ship, any vessel, that happened to be host to eight demigods on a constant blend of nerves and adrenaline.

 Leo did his best to make the Argo II roomy, but when you’re cruising at cloud level, even a floating mansion would seem like cramped quarters. Were it not for the fact that most of you are best friends with at least one other person on the ship, you’re certain fights would break out more often. That, and the fact that the fate of the world literally depends on all of you staying alive. 

So the stakes are high, what of it? They’ve been high before. You, daughter of Hecate, have been around your fair share of fights. You bled in the Battle of Manhattan. You held off a line of Titans and monsters so Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase could kill Kronos. This is not your first life-or-death scenario, nor will it be the last.

It just happens to be different, that’s all. At least the danger is obvious on a battlefield, all you have to do is look for who’s trying to kill you and go from there. Up in the air, though, everything is a tense battle of waiting for something to go wrong, for the destination to come, for your journey to end.

Waiting is hard, especially for a bunch of demigods who were all hardwired to never sit still. This forces the lot of you to get some better hobbies than punching the occasional wall or talking each other senseless. For some of you, that involves sparring practice, attempts at reading books, or fixing the ship.

For others, attempts to pass the time end up more complex than you’d originally hoped. There is someone on this ship who might mean the world to you if you’d only let him, someone who you think might even have feelings for you. That person is also currently in a relationship with one Piper McLean, and that person is Jason Grace.

Jason is somewhat of an enigma to you. He has no past that makes sense, no future he can understand. Jason grew up in the Roman camp, then was dragged away from it by Hera. Unlike Percy, though, Jason doesn’t seem to be as immediately called back to his homeland upon regaining his memories.

Jason also has a girlfriend who believed they were dating due to false memories given to her by that same meddlesome goddess of marriage. Piper is a good friend of hers, you hold no resentment with her, but you do have to wonder if she’s ever thought about how little of the start of her relationship was real. To Piper, she was dating Jason for weeks before the incident at the Grand Canyon that brought both of them to Camp Half-Blood. To Jason, none of that existed at all.

It would confuse anyone, to say the least. All appeared to be well, though, and Jason and Piper got together again for real not long after that. You’d believe that was a sign they were meant to be were it not for one thing and one thing only:  Jason does not appear to be in love with her.

This, of course, is a horrible thing to say, but it’s true. Jason likes Piper. You all do. She’s a wonderful person to be around. That being said, you’ve seen what love looks like in many other demigods and many other friends, and whatever is racing through Jason’s heart is not that. He has more chemistry with– well, with you, and that’s something else entirely.

It started happening a few weeks before the Argo II set sail. You were at Camp Half-Blood a couple of years before Jason, Piper, and Leo arrived, one of the dozens of unclaimed kids stuffed in the Hermes cabin. Once Percy extracted his promise from the gods, you were claimed by Hecate, and the numbers in your godly mother’s cabin are now growing by the day. You met Jason when he first showed up, but you only got to talking once he came back from his quest to save Hera. Those few months during the construction of the Argo II were some of the best in your life, and not just because you were finally in a cabin of your true godly half-siblings.

No, that was because of Jason. At first, you had brushed him off as a typical blond boy in search of rules to follow, but you were quickly proven wrong. Jason is funny, making jokes you wouldn’t expect from someone of his leadership prowess. He’s quick to defend anyone in need of assistance, but more than willing to stand back and watch people grow by themselves. He’s kind of sort of perfect, actually, and you can understand why Piper would fall in love with him.

This makes it sound as if you were in love with Jason yourself, and no matter what he might feel about you, this will not be the case. If it were not enough for you to be the daughter of the witch goddess, you’re also on the receiving end of a rather nasty curse. Reincarnation, to be precise. The reincarnation of Helen of Troy. What a wonderful fate to receive.

Helen, as it may be obvious, did not exactly have the best fate regarding love. The prize of Paris’ decision of a contest between three goddesses, Helen was carted from Sparta to Troy, thus causing the Trojan War. As a result, you were condemned to face an endless cycle of heartbreak after heartbreak. Your mother even told you about that the one time you met her. She appeared to you in a vision, told you about your status as someone destined for ruin in love, then left just as quickly. Hecate is not exactly kind, but neither is magic. It is merely a tool to help or hurt when the time is right.

Still, it was enough information to let you know that nothing could ever happen with Jason. Even if he stayed loving you the way he does know, even if you allowed yourself to fall in love with him, heartbreak would follow just as surely as the Achaeans followed the Trojans to win back Helen. There is no path here that results in anything but devastation for you.

Jason knows of your reincarnation. Everyone at camp does. That hasn’t stopped him from developing feelings, however. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, how his eyes soften every time you smile, how you’re always the first one he searches for in a crowd when he wins a sword fight in the training yard. It’s you then Piper, and surely there must be a reason for that.

There was a night, once, when you thought he might finally confess. Two days after he came back from his quest, Jason found you after the sun set and sat with you on the beach. No one was around, no one dared come close. The night breeze made you shiver, and he gave you his jacket without a single second of hesitation. 

The two of you had been complacent in pleasant quiet for a while before Jason dared to speak. He told you something important, something about how he had thought of you every day he was gone from camp. He said that even though he had no memories left, he knew what it was to want someone when they were gone. He paused, waited for you to say something, and was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming your way.

You both had to head to your cabins after that; it was after curfew, after all, and Jason Grace would never bode well with breaking a rule. It was good that you hurried, then, as there was nobody around for miles. You had summoned up the sound of approaching people, it’s an easy spell to do. So easy that Jason might have guessed at your intent. Maybe that was why he sighed the way he did when you parted ways that night.

The jacket is still in your trunk somewhere back at camp. You were always too afraid of facing him again to give it back. Jason might have considered that a sign of something you couldn’t say. You might, too.

It’s getting to you, you can admit that freely. Trying to run from Jason isn’t a fate you can pursue forever, especially not when the two of you are both on the same ship in the same sky. There are too many chances for hands to brush, gazes to meet, words to be whispered.

When you feel like you might give in, you turn to the only resource you’ve ever needed:  your best friend. Stella Rodriguez is a daughter of Hermes, someone you’ve grown to consider a sister. You met her when you were first placed in the Hermes cabin before your claiming, and the two of you have stayed thick as thieves even after you moved out.

Finding an empty room on the Argo II can be difficult, so you make do with a broom closet of an armory. Sliding down to the floor, you lean your back up against the wall and grab a spray bottle of water you’d brought for just this purpose. You’ve become a pro at summoning up Iris messages, and you do so now with a flourish.

Stella answers almost immediately. “Is that my favorite demigod?”

You grin. “You’re not supposed to have favorites, you know. You have too many half-siblings for that to work out.”

Stella rolls her eyes. “We’re best friends, we get to be favorites. How’s the quest going? Saved any lives yet?”

“Oh, always,” you laugh, “but that’s not what I’m here to discuss.”

Stella arches a brow. “What’s gone wrong?”

You frown. “I don’t like that tone, but you’re right to have your doubts.”

You open your mouth to tell her about the situation with Jason, but you recognize footsteps at the door. “Actually, scratch that, I’m going to have to tell you later. Someone’s coming.”

Stella starts to complain about you gatekeeping obvious demigod drama from her, but you wave your hand through the mist and her arguments are cut off halfway through. Sure enough, your suspicions are correct:  mere moments after Stella’s face disappears from in front of you, Jason opens the door and peers inside.

“I thought I heard voices,” he says, “I’ve been looking for Leo, is he in here?”

You shake your head. “Just an Iris message, sorry. You might want to try the engine room.”

Jason’s brow furrows at the thought. “Actually, I think I’m good. He wanted me for some kind of ship-fixing chore, maybe it’s for the best that I hide up here for a while. Do you mind if I stay a little longer?”

You shake your head, gesturing at the empty space next to you. “No problem.”

Jason slumps to the floor, head back against the wall. “Who were you talking to, if you don’t mind me asking? Someone special back at camp?”

He tries to play it off as joking, but something deep in his tone makes you think otherwise. “My best friend,” you clarify, “you remember Stella from Hermes, right?”

Jason does his best not to seem impossibly relieved, but he doesn’t do a perfect job of it. “I do. No special someones, then?”

“No one,” you say, “It just doesn’t work out well for me, I’ve learned that the hard way. The love thing is– complicated.” That’s putting it lightly. The last time a version of you was caught in between two men, she caused the fall of Troy and the deaths of hundreds of warriors. It’s not great, to say the least.

Jason exhales in a hiss through his teeth. “Yeah, I can see that. I get complicated, though. Something about waking up with no memories and finding out not one but two different girls think they have the right to date me gets pretty confusing.”

You laugh. “Not the worst problem in the world.”

Jason grimaces, shaking his head slightly as he tries to clarify. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just weird, you know? Piper had all these memories of us being in a relationship that ended up being fake. And Reyna–”

His voice trails off slightly, but he manages to regain his rhythm a moment or two later. “Reyna knew a version of me I don’t think exists anymore. Same thing with the one Piper was dating. I don’t think either of them know who I am.”

“Do you know?” You ask gently.

Jason shrugs, staring out into space. “Some days I know more than others. It’s just frustrating because I have these memories of being at the Roman camp, and I have these expectations of who I should be, I don’t think they’re me anymore. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be at all.”

You reach over to put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to know. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us to decide. Try to stay alive long enough to figure that out, huh?”

Jason chokes out a surprised laugh. “What, you think I’ll manage to sort out my whole personality in the limited lifespan of a demigod?”

You crack a grin. “Hey, we’re already past sixteen, I’d consider that beating the odds fairly well. Maybe we’ll live to die of old age.”

Jason whistles under his breath. “Wouldn’t that be something? I feel like I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, though. You spend all that time running around, trying not to die, and when you finally get a quiet life, you feel useless.”

“Quiet’s not so bad,” you muse, “it doesn’t mean you have to be alone, just that you’re not in grave danger anymore.”

“Being with someone wouldn’t be the worst,” Jason agrees.

He looks over at you out of the corner of his eye, a quiet, unguarded look that makes your stomach tie itself in knots. You realize your hand is still on his shoulder; Jason must have known it too, but he clearly hasn’t moved a muscle lest he remind you of it. All of a sudden, the walls of the armory feel far too close, the ceiling curving down to trap you inside a bronze cage. This is getting too similar a situation to what you’ve been afraid of all along. Your heart has been broken many, many times before, so you’re used to the sensation, but you get the feeling that this rough closure with Jason will cut deeper than any other if you let it develop any further.

You all but snatch your hand from him. Jason’s face falls, but he manages to cover up the slip in his expression with true neutral in a flash. That’s the sign of the praetor in him, you suppose, but it doesn’t stop either of you from hurting for it.

Jason stands up abruptly, a shoot of legs and quick steps. “I think I hear someone calling me,” he says awkwardly, “I’d better go.”

It’s a lie, but it gets both of you out of a terrible situation, so you let it be. You raise one hand in a halfhearted farewell and pretend like you can’t see the fact that Jason wants to stay. The armory is far more cold and quiet when Jason is gone, and you wonder what it is about the son of Zeus that makes you want to learn your reincarnation’s lesson one more treacherous time.

Stella has a lot to say on the matter when you finally get around to calling her back. Most of her tirade has to do with the fact that you need to stop worrying about stupid curses and just see what happens. Even if you get your heart broken, dragging this out even longer is just going to make this worse. So she claims, at least.

You were going to ignore that and go on suffering through the reincarnation versus the appeal of Jason nonsense when something happened to make you feel otherwise. You’re talking late with Annabeth one night when she casually mentions that Piper and Jason broke up. A few weeks ago, actually. Mutual agreement, no hearts broken. They both agreed that they were basically just friends anyway.

You did your best to seem casual about asking more, but you’re certain that Annabeth saw through it anyway. No matter; this is important news, and sometimes that has to be reacted to appropriately. There’s nothing you can do about it right now, though, not until later. Not until you’re certain that what you hope could happen will happen.

You find Jason a couple of days later. Maybe he finds you. The method doesn’t really matter, only the end result. 

He says:  Would you love me? If I swore to never break your heart?

You say:  You can’t make that promise. 

He says:  I can try. 

Every time your Helen of Troy-ordained cycle of heartbreak starts, you can physically feel something in your heart change. It’s a snapping sensation, like a broken bone or tripped wire. When Jason kisses you, you wait for the gods-awful mechanism to be engaged. It never happens. 

requested by @sakuraazharuno, i hope you enjoy!!

pjo tag list: @w1shes43, @fadedver, @anxiety-werewolf

[ipsen]

tokyo ghoul dnd club: the first few days (aka, chapter 1 as a campaign)

brainrot in the discord server has evolved into a tumblr post. working with 5e dnd since that's the ruleset i know (sorry 3.5e)

Context

kaneki and hide are first years (the former likes the storytelling aspect, the latter is a supportive friend)

eto is a senior and the dm

rize also shows up for an interest in the "you can be whatever you want!" part. kaneki gets the Instant Crush

Character Creation

they have pre-gen'd characters to try out the game, and eto sets up a oneshot similar to the tg pilot for them to play. it becomes apparent rize antagonizes both eto and the other players. kaneki doesn't see it, but eto and hide start Scheming to kick her out

the game is fun, though! they start making proper characters at level 1. eto expands on the world of the oneshot, creating the baseline for the TG universe.

kaneki mentions wanting to emulate a gregor samsa-type character and eto works with him on it. eto offers the artificial half-ghoul angle and kaneki gets SO excited about it

hide doesn't want to be too involved in the campaign bc he wants to try out other clubs, so he works with eto to keep his character in situations where he'd be ready to jump in at any point. she gives him additional ccg lore to work with.

rize does not consult with eto after the "man-eating monsters" part of the lore hits her brain. makes her own character.

hide stole a peek at her character sheet and told eto. they set up a trap to kill rize's character

Campaign

hide brings pizza, which becomes a longstanding tradition at the club

after helping kaneki get more into character, hide leaves to try out whichever club had his interest that day, leaving kaneki with eto and rize

the date stuff plays out as normal, with rize being eerily cooperative.

rize: i lead kaneki to a dark alleyway, and i ATTACK HIM kaneki: w-what eto: like, with a knife? rize: no, with my KAGUNE! *reveals her level 3 ghoul character sheet in this level 1 campaign (she got bored reading the features beyond level 4 so she didn't go further)* eto, grinning: oh yeah ok roll attack kaneki: WHAT

fortunately, kaneki built a high intelligence/dexterity character, so rize misses the first attack. eto points out various ways for him to run to goad him into fleeing and he doesnt ask questions. rize's confused given how the disengage action works, but she likes the cat and mouse aspect of this part.

kaneki gets really uncomfortable and steals a glance at eto when rize's having too much fun describing how she's going to tear his character apart. eto just winks at him

eto: rize. rize: what eto: roll a dexterity saving throw with disadvantage rize: why eto: do it

rize fails, and is crushed by steel beams. eto gives a very vivid description of how the beams tear through her ghoul body, which is stuck in a cycle of regenerating and breaking apart anew under the weight. it's an agonizing experience (kaneki listens with bated breath. eto could be a writer, he thinks)

rize: what about kaneki?! he's right next to me, and if he fails he gets instantly killed.

kaneki, in a rare display of luck, succeeds. (eto inwardly sighs with relief). rize rage quits and doesn't come back.

the session ends smoothly with kaneki as an artificial half-ghoul like he wanted. he also loses his Instant Crush on rize after that

hide later gives eto a high five for a job well done

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would love others' thoughts on this. your blorbo at the table or even as a dm (eto prefers the dm seat, but the player perspective is something she can't deny is valuable)

share share share!

[piko-power]

Random Sonic Headcanons Because Why Not

Lots of funny fluffy angst stuff coming your way! It's a big list so it's all under the cut. (Also Frontiers spoilers)

Amy is better at video games than Sonic. It hurts his pride every time someone brings it up. (usually Tails)

Tails' mint obsession was actually Sonic's fault. A few weeks after they first met, Sonic stole bought some mint candies for Tails since he never had candy before. The moment the mint entered his mouth, it was all over. Now every twice a week Tails is only allowed to have a small amount of mints.

Sonic plays the guitar since he was younger, but it's been a while since he played it. His favorite memory with it though was when Amy caught him playing it and wanted him to teach her how to play. So Amy plays the acoustic guitar thanks to the blue hedgehog.

Since Frontiers had a day and night cycle, I believe the real time the event of the game took for Sonic was about a week. (This hedgehog needs a nap.)

Shadow's pet Dark Chao is named Midnight. (Same name of my Dark Chao plush that I got for Christmas XD)

Sonic technically lives in Tails' Workshop. There's another room upstairs where he keeps his stuff and there's a racecar bed that Tails made for him he was a kit.

The White Boost Wisp's name is Yacker, but we never heard the Jade Ghost Wisp's name, but Sonic and Tails calls her by Jade. I believe that her name would be Spirit.

Amy summons her hammer by snapping her fingers, and it will just poof right next to her. (Sounds dumb I know but I thought that would be cool)

Cream actually wants to own her own hammer so she can be like Amy some day.

Sonic having no chest fluff doesn't bother him that much (in this house we love and support Trans Sonic) but sometimes he wondered what he would look like with some. But at the end of the day, Sonic loves himself, chest fluff or no chest fluff.

Omega goes by He/They because they said so.

Oh, and so does Shadow.

I am extremely sorry for this but the IDW comics are not in the same timeline-

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WASN'T EXCITED TO HEAR SONIC MENTION TANGLE'S NAME IN FRONTIERS.

Sonic and Tangle met each other post Forces while town residences and Sonic's team helped cleaned up the town from broken Badniks.

Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Amy were just having a stroll after the events of Team Sonic Racing to catch a break when suddenly Amy was snatched into the bushes. Sonic tells Tails and Knuckles to stand by in case Eggman is nearby and Sonic goes into the forest to find Amy. Eventually, Sonic came across a burrow and figured Amy could be in there. But when he took another step, his foot triggered a trap and a net landed right on Sonic. Amy and an orange and brown badger came outside to see Sonic struggling to break free of the net. He was relieved to see Amy was alright but asked who that badger is next to her. She introduced herself as Sticks, and she was just having a nice interview with Amy when they heard commotion outside. Turns out she's pretty big fan of Sonic, especially Amy, and she wanted to be their friend. Amy thought she's adorable, but Sonic thought she was kind of suspicious, but they're cool. That's how they met Sticks since Amy also mentioned her in Frontiers. (Which shocked me btw)

Knuckles was pretty surprised when he found out that Rouge took over watching the Master Emerald instead of stealing it during his absence. When he asked why that is, she responded saying that stealing it was way too easy and not as fun without him. Plus, she missed him, which shocks Knuckles more. (At that point, he kinda caught some feelings for her XD)

Sonic still has his Soap shoes and wears this sometimes. They remind him of Shadow because the first few times he wore them was when he first met Shadow.

I am also extremely sorry for this but I think Prime took place before Forces. I will not elaborate further you will have to figure that out yourself.

Sonic is afraid of water because of a fuzzy/early memory of seeing robots for the first time at a really young age. Him and his mother were visiting the beaches of South Island for the first time when suddenly weird looking robotic figures ambushed them. They both fell off this cliff trying to escape and the last thing Sonic could hear was a strangely familiar maniacal laugh. Sonic fell into the water along with his mom. He tried to swim back up to the surface but he was beginning to black out. Soon he woke up on the surface completely unscathed. He realized that someone was missing and looked around for his mother. Then, he looked right at the ocean he somehow came out of. If he's the only one on the surface, that meant...

Meanwhile, a sparkling red aura was above the sky watching the scene unfold. "I'm sorry. I've done all I could..." The young voice whispered before it flies away.

Sonic cries when he stubs his toe. As the fastest thing alive, that will hurt like hell.

Tails is the only person who knows about Sonic's middle name, Maurice. (Thanks Sonic Prime description)

Sonic and Tails have weekly movie nights. On occasions they have guests with them, usually Amy, or Knuckles, or maybe Shadow if he felt like it.

Sonic decided to take care of the Workshop while Tails, Knuckles and Amy are away for a few days after Frontiers.

After everything that happened in Frontiers and whatever the hell he just been through while he was corrupted, Sonic would have some intense nightmares, causing him to not get any rest. He needed some comfort deep down, but his friends are away for a while so that won't be for a while. He tried so hard not to feel selfish or want to be in the way of their adventures, but he wished that his friends will come back.

When they do come back, Sonic gave them the biggest hug he has ever gave to anyone. It may be only days, but to Sonic, it felt like forever. He's just happy to see them again, and so was Tails, Knuckles and Amy.

On occasions when Sonic gets a cold, he has interesting dreams that were related to fairytale stories. He thought those were some wicked dreams and he thought Shadow as Lancelot was the best part.

Sonic loves to sing, but only when he's either by himself or with Tails and Knuckles, since they're the only people who knew about his singing voice.

Sometimes Amy tricks Sonic into going for a swim, just so she can teach him how to. It usually ends with Sonic running away.

Sonic is bi because come on, how is it not so obvious to you?

Rouge and Omega share the same apartment. How the building allows a giant robot in the apartment is beyond your imagination.

And that's all I got right now. Hopefully more ideas will pop up eventually since I can only think of so many headcanons, but there will be more soon.

[multiplayingorg]

Dear Most Trendy Gamer in the World

| Repost: Originally posted by Rer on December 6, 2011

How's it going big man? Its been quite some time since we last had a chat. You know it always amazes me how cutting edge you are given your age, you always seem to have the newest technology or the latest toy craze in stock.

It seems like the holiday chain letters have started back up too, tis the season to be blogging!  So with that in mind, I too, would like to write you a quick little letter.  I know over the past few years I haven’t asked much from you, what with having younger siblings who needed your Christmas cheer much more than myself, so maybe this year I can kind of pool all of that unspent good-will?  Anyways here’s what I’d love to see from you Big Red.

1. To start, could you maybe help out the United States with some of our current woes?  What with the economy not doing so hot, Congress at each other’s throats, and bills like SOPA on the horizon, I think its about time for a refresher on the ideals of empathy, understanding, and all around good nature towards one’s fellow man. Its a tough first pick I know, so just do your best.  Now with that rather less than cheerful bit out of the way lets move onto some more game-centric wishes.

2. Can we please get some fresh blood into the AAA-MMO development cycle?  Surely by now someone must have thought of something awesome, or at least revolutionary (and I mean actually revolutionary not just ‘oh we’re gonna change or add one big feature’), to try out in an MMO.  Can you maybe swoosh by some CEO’s office and just leave him a note (after you’ve eaten his corporate milk and cookies) about how doing something risky and new might be a solid endeavor in 2012?

3.  As an addendum to wish #2, it’d be really awesome if you could make a small sidetrip to CCP’s headquarters when you do your Reykjavik run.  Just give all of developers, artists, programmers, Q&A folk, and other members of the CCP team a big thank you present on my behalf.  If I had to guess what they might want most it’d probably be a break to spend some time with their families, and given all of the hard work they pounded into Crucible I’d say they’ve earned it.  Its a good thing you make your rounds in December because if I was writing this in July I probably would have said to drop a giant mountain of coal on top of their office, but its cool, they’ve got their heads on straight and are finally back on the path of

4.  This one’s a bit more personal.  Do you think you could find a game that’s multiplayer, not time intensive, and is something both my sister and I would love to play?  We don’t hang out as often as I’d like, but looking through my Steam library its hard for me to find a game we can both play and enjoy together in the span of say, 30 minutes.  Not an MMO either, she’s low on funds, and I want to spend time with her.  Not her and one million other people.

5. Mass Effect 3 is going to feature a fully fleshed out Co-Op campaign.  Honestly, this more than anything else excites me for the game.  Could we maybe see other popular titles consider adding Co-Op play to their games as well?  I can only imagine how awesome it would be to have a friend helping me kill Templars in Assassins’ Creed, or having an actual buddy at my side in Skyrim instead of a lifeless NPC (Sorry Lydia but really you have no soul).  Just make it an optional thing, that way no one feels left out if they dig running around worlds unseen on their own.

6. Oh, oh, oh, and could 2012 finally be the year that developers bridge the gap between consoles and PCs?  That way no one feels remorse for buying a game on their PC only to be unable to hang out with friends who have it for the XBox 360 or PS3.  That would be super ballin’ Santa, work that Christmas magic!

That’s all I got Papa Noel, keep warm and be merry this month.  Hell maybe on the 26th you can take a break, sit down, and play some Skyrim, that game kicks ass!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Isn’t It Romantic?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you and Tom cycle through iconic cliches as you fake a relationship for the holidays

Masterlist

“Sorry about that.” You sighed as you came back into the room. “She told me 45 minutes ago that that phone call would only take 5 minutes.”

“Was that your mum?” Tom asked as he moved a throw pillow so that you could sit next to him.

“Yeah. She wanted to know when my train got in. As well as every detail of my life since the last time I saw her. Including my vegetable intake.” You complained as you flopped down on the couch.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you eat a vegetable in a while.” Tom teased you as he tapped his chin.

“I had spinach and artichoke dip last week.” You said flatly. “That’s beside the point. The point is, my mom is crazy and I’m already dreading spending the holiday at home.”

“It can’t be that bad, right?”

“Oh, it can.” You insisted. “She’s already getting on my case about not being in a relationship this year. Do you know how many times she’s reminded me that women lose 90% of their eggs by the time they turn 30?”

“So what are you gonna do?” Tom asked you. You let out a defeated sigh and looked at him before an idea popped into your head. You sat up sharply and let out a gasp as you gripped his arm.

“No. Absolutely not.” He said before you could speak.

“I haven’t even said it yet.”

“You don’t have to. I know what you’re thinking.” Tom shook his head as he got off the couch.

“You can’t possibly know what I’m thinking.” You scoffed and folded your arms.

“You want us to fake a relationship for the holidays so your family stops teasing you for being single.” Tom said simply.

“How the hell did you know that?” You exclaimed as you stood up as well.

“Because I know you.” He reminded you. “And you have a fantasy of enacting iconic romance cliches.”

“No I don’t.” You rolled your eyes. “We did hate each other as kids though, so we’ve already checked enemies to friends off my list. We’re kinda destined to do more. Just saying.”

“I thought it was enemies to lovers?” Tom asked without making eye contact with you.

“Is it?” You replied coyly, also adverting his gaze.

“I guess we do fulfill a few cliches.” Tom shrugged. “Male and female best friends, check. Friends since early childhood, check. Everyone mistakes us for a couple, check. Roommates with sexual tension, check.”

“What was that last one?”

“I said people always mistake us for a couple.” Tom said quickly.

“No they don’t.” You said as the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.”

“Hey.” Your neighbor said when you opened the door. “Your boyfriend left his car door open.”

“Thanks. I’ll tell him.” You replied before shutting the door. When you turned around, Tom was staring at you with a smug smile.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I didn’t say anything.” He defended.

“Your face did.” You grumbled as you folded your arms. Tom looked at you for a moment and felt a pang of guilt. He knew how much it upset you when your family got involved in your romantic life. He didn’t want your holiday to be ruined, so he mad a decision.

“I’m sorry about my face.” Tom said as he stepped towards you. “Let me make it up to you by being your fake boyfriend for the holidays.”

“Really?” You lit up. “You’d do that?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m always down for a little hi-jinx. And we can just fake break up once the holiday is over. No harm done.”

“Thank you.” You rushed into his arms to hug him. “I’d say you won’t regret it, but you almost definitely will.”

“I’m counting on it.” Tom laughed as he hugged you back.

The next day, Tom sat beside you on the train headed towards your hometown. To really sell your fake relationship, you’d convinced him to wear matching sweaters and change the backgrounds on your phones to photos of each other. He wouldn’t tell you this, but Tom was secretly excited to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays. He hoped it would show you how good he’d be at being your real boyfriend.

“We should be there in an hour.” You told him. “Then our fake relationship can begin.”

“Sounds good.” Tom nodded. “What’s your favorite cliche anyway? Faking a relationship for the holidays has got to be up there.”

“It is.” You agreed. “But I have a lot of favorites. While most people think running after your true love and confessing your feelings in an airport is the most iconic romance cliche, there’s a better one.”

“Is there?” Tom humored you.

“Yes.” You smiled. “The one that really gets me is when Person A runs after Person B’s train. Watching them run along side the train until they can’t keep up as the love of their life gets taken further and further away anymore breaks my heart.”

“Oh. Is that why you cried your eyes out when Alberto ran after Luca’s train?” Tom realized.

“When the train got too fast for Alberto to keep up, so he stayed back and cheered Luca on.” You recalled as tears welled in your eyes.

“Oh God. Not again.” Tom groaned.

“And he turned into a sea monster from the rain but he didn’t care because he was too busy watching Luca.” You put your hand to your lips as tears slipped down your face.

“It’s just a movie.” He reminded you. “A children’s movie.”

“And then Luca looked at Alberto’s hideout because it was the place they met and the sun was shining on it and he had that proud smile on his face.” You continued as you gasped for air between sobs. Tom looked around and gave an awkward smile to the other passengers, who were staring at you with concern.

“I know. I watched it with you and held your hair back when you threw up from crying so hard.” Tom said as he rubbed your arms to comfort you. He suddenly gathered your hair and lifted it off your neck while you gave him a strange look.

“Just in case you puke again.” He told you.

“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love that movie.”

“So I’ve been told.” He chuckled and handed you a pack of tissues.

An hour later, you pulled into the train station and went onto the platform. Tom stopped in a cafe as you went to get the bags from the train.

“Can I help you with that?” A man asked as he came up behind you.

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled shyly and stepped back. “Sorry, it’s really heavy.”

The man easily lifted your bag over his head and carried it to the trunk of your rental car.

“Oh. I guess it’s not as heavy as I thought.” You chuckled. “Thanks again.”

“No problem.” The man smiled at you.

“Do you work here? You seem really good at lifting bags and putting them in trucks. Almost as good as I am at giving lame compliments.”

“No.” He chuckled. “I’m a doctor. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. Even if you give lame compliments.”

“Oh.” You smiled sheepishly. “Nice to meet you, doctor.”

Tom watched this exchange from a distance until his jealousy got the better of him. He walked up to you and put his arm around you, putting your fake relationship in motion.

“Hi, darling.” He greeted before glaring at the man. “Are we ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks again.” You said to the man.

“Anytime.” He smiled before walking away.

“Who was that?” Tom asked as you got in the car.

“Just some guy helping me with my bags since my boyfriend was too busy getting himself a drink.” You teased as you eyed Tom’s cup of tea.

“Actually, your boyfriend was getting you a scone.” He smirked as he held up a small bag.

“Blueberry?” You gasped and took the bag.

“Obviously.” He chuckled as he started the car.

“I knew I loved you for a reason. You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.” You threw your arms around him and kissed his cheek a few times.

“All right, all right.” He laughed and pushed you off. “Save that for your family.”

“Trust me, I will.” You assured him. “My mom screamed for a minute straight when I told her we were “dating”. I’m gonna pack the PDA on so thick that she never asks me about my dating life ever again.”

“Are you?” Tom smirked as he looked over at you. His heart pounded in the ears at the thought of all the things the two of you would have to do to play a convincing couple.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “I’m gonna be the best fake girlfriend you’ve ever seen.”

“That’ll be hard. I’ve seen so many.” He joked.

A few minutes later, you were both being ambushed with hugs inside your childhood home. Your mom had already asked the two of you a million questions and you’d only been home a few minutes.

“I was so happy when Y/n told me you had finally gotten together.” Your mom beamed. “I always knew she was in love with you.”

“Mom.” You said warningly.

“What?” She asked innocently. “The way you talk about him on the rare times you call is always so sweet. I’ve known you two would be together since you were little kids.”

“Childhood friends to lovers.” Tom whispered in your ear as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Stop it.” You laughed and pushed him off.

“You two are so sweet.” Your mom sighed. “Come on. I set up your old room for you.”

You followed your mom to your childhood bedroom, which was set up for two people.

The bed was as as small as it ever was, made smaller by the

“I’ll leave you guys to unpack.” Your mom smiled at you before leaving the room.

“We’re sleeping here? Together!?” You whispered harshly once your mom left.

“They think we’re a couple.” He reminded you. “Couples sleep together.”

“This is not gonna work.” You shook your head. “You breathe super loud. And you do that thing that men do in their sleep where they violently twitch.”

“How many men have you slept next to?” He chuckled as he felt a little jealousy bubble inside him.

“Enough to know that I’d rather sleep next to a grizzly bear than spend a night with you.” You mumbled as you sat on the bed.

“It can’t be that bad, darling. It’s just for a week.” He smiled softly as he sat down next to you.

“I guess so.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “Can you just do me a favor and not breathe while you sleep?”

“Anything for you, lover.” He chuckled and rested his head on top of yours.

“Aw.” You laughed. “You’re too good to me.”

The door opened suddenly, making the two of you jump apart.

“Oh! Sorry!” Your mom quickly covered her eyes. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s fine, mom. You weren’t interrupting anything.”

“Your father and I have a surprise for you both in the living room.” She told you. “Come on.”

You and Tom exchanged a confused look before following her out the door. When you got there, you found Tom’s entire family in the living room.

“Surprise!” Tom’s parents cheered as they opened their arms.

“Mom? Dad?” Tom asked before giving you a fearful look. As he hugged them hello, you maintained panicked eye contact over their shoulders.

“Mrs. and Mr. Holland. It’s so good to see you.” You said as you hugged them as well.

“Your mother asked us to spend the holiday here since we’re one big family now.” Tom’s mom told you.

“Oh, wow.” You squeaked. “Tom, can I speak to you in the other room, please?”

“Of course, lover.” Tom gave his parents a fake smile before taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

“We gotta call this off.” You whispered once you were alone. “I can’t do this. I can’t lie to your parents.”

“Why not?” He whispered back. “I’ve been lying to your parents.”

“Because my parents are insane.” You reminded him. “Yours have never been anything but good to me. I can’t do this to them.”

“We’re gonna fake break up after the holiday anyway. Who cares if we lie to them for a few days?”

“I do.” You whined. “I see them all the time. I can’t lie to them like this. We’ll have to keep this lie up for the rest of our lives.”

“Or we could just start dating for real and never tell anyone the truth.” Tom half joked, half meant entirely.

“What?”

“I’m kidding.” He lied. “Obviously. Let’s just keep the lying to a minimum around them, all right? We’ll just act like we always do.”

“Okay, fine.” You sighed. “Let’s go back in there.”

“Theres the happy couple.” Dom smiled when you came back in the room.

“I can’t believe we had to hear it from Y/n’s mom that you two were finally together. How could you not tell us?” Nikki asked.

“We like our privacy.” Tom answered. “We wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little while.”

“It makes sense.” Nikki shrugged. “You’re both so stubborn. They probably didn’t want to admit that we were all right.”

“Right about what?” You wondered.

“Right about you two being more than friends.” Dom said. “I always knew you’d fall in love one day. I just didn’t think it would take this long for you to admit it.”

“So how did it finally happen?” Nikki asked you. “It must’ve been a surprise since you’d been friends for so long.”

“Remember. Minimal lying.” You whispered in Tom’s ear as you took a seat on the couch.

“Well we were hanging out one day and it occurred to me that I’d like to hang out with her for the rest of my life.” Tom answered honestly as you looked at you.

“Aw.” You smiled at him. “That was actually really sweet.”

“He’s not normally sweet?” Your mom asked.

“No, he is.” You insisted. “I haven’t opened a door for myself in years. And he always gives me his jacket, even when I can hear his teeth chattering.”

“It looks funny on you because your hand don’t reach the ends of the sleeves.” Tom chuckled. “It’s really cute.”

“And you know, he always stocks the refrigerator with my favorite food when I come home from a trip. He makes dinner if I text him and tell him I had a bad day, even if it’s my turn to do the cooking. And he leaves notes on my mirror if he knows I’m feeling insecure. Notes that tell me I’m beautiful even if I don’t see it for myself.”

“You tell her that in person too, right?” Your dad asked. “Not just in notes.”

“Of course. I tell Y/n she’s beautiful all the time. Because she is. She’s the loveliest girl in the world.” Tom said, never taking his eyes off you. You smiled softly at him, seeing him in a different way than you usually did.

“Truth is, I’ve always loved her.” Tom continued. “I’ve always wanted more than a friendship. I just never knew how to tell her that.”

“Until now?” Your mom asked, interrupting the moment you and Tom were having as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“Yeah. Until now.” He said as he slipped his hand into yours.

“Minimal lying, right?” You whispered, wondering how much of what he said was truthful.

“Right.”

After a long day of catching up and pretending to be in a relationship, you and Tom were finally able to go back to your room.

“Today has been exhausting.” You sighed as you shut the door behind you.

“I know. Lying takes a lot out of you.”

“Oh dear.” You laughed when you saw what was on your bed.

“Matching pajamas.” He smiled. “How lovely.”

“We don’t have to wear them if you don’t want.” You said softly.

“Obviously I want to wear them.” He scoffed.

“Okay, good.” You giggled. “Me too.”

You each grabbed a pair of the matching pajamas your mother had gotten you and went to go change.

“Woah. Hello handsome. Nice pajamas.” You teased Tom when he came back in the room with his red flannel pajamas.

“I like yours too. Where’d you get them?” He flirted back.

“Clearance rack at Kohl’s.” You said seductively. “They were 30% off.”

“Damn. I wish they were 100% off.” Tom smirked as he tugged on one of your buttons.

“Thomas.” You playfully smacked his arm. “You rascal.”

“Sorry. You just look really good in flannel. I might fall in love with you for real.” He joked as he took a step closer to you.

“I would certainly hate for that to happen.” You replied, leaning in a little. Before your lips could touch, your bedroom door opened.

“Night you two!” Your mom called. “Get some sleep.”

“Night, mom. See you tomorrow.” You smiled tightly, feeling disappointment sink it.

“So. Ladies first.” Tom said as he awkwardly gestured to the bed.

“Damn it. I forgot we’re sharing a bed.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought this through before you fake asked me out.”

“I didn’t think they’d stick us in a bed together. My dad is crazy protective. I’m surprised he hasn’t shot you already.” You grumbled as you got into the bed.

“He threatened to.” Tom said as he got in beside you. He noticed the frown on your face and quickly tried to fix this.

“We don’t have to do this. I can sleep on the couch if you’re uncomfortable.” Tom offered.

“I’m not uncomfortable.” You shook your head. “I’m just thinking about how cold your feet are.”

“I actually have a solution for that.” Tom smirked getting out of the bed and going into his suitcase. He pulled out a poorly wrapped gift and handed it to you. “Happy holidays. From your favorite fake boyfriend.”

You gave him a skeptical look before unwrapping it, finding fluffy pink socks inside.

“You got me fuzzy socks?” You gasped in delight.

“You always touch them when we pass them in the store.” He shrugged. “And I know you’re always losing yours.”

“You know me so well. And they’re so soft.” You gushed and rubbed them against your cheek. “This is the best gift ever. I could kiss you right now.”

You both froze and sheepishly looked at each other following your exclamation. You let out a flustered laugh as your gaze dropped to his lips.

“Whats stopping you?” He asked quietly. “T’is the season, right?”

You sucked in a sharp breath as a smile tugged at your lips. You leaned in to kiss him, but lost your nerve at the last minute and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “It’s nice to be known.”

“You’re very welcome, darling.” He smiled back. “It’s nice to know you.”

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You said as you put your socks on. He smiled at you before shutting the light off. After pulling the covers over his body, he felt two arms wrap around him.

“Are you spooning me?” He whispered in the dark.

“Are you complaining?” You whispered back.

“No.” He said before snuggling into you. A smile rested on his face as he began to drift off to sleep.

“No breathing.” You reminded him.

“Sorry.”

The next morning, you woke up to the feeling of Tom’s breath fanning your face. He woke up shortly after you did, smiling softly when he realized you had turned to face each other at some point in the night.

“Good morning.” He said in groggy voice.

“Your breath is lethal.” You groaned and pulled the covers over your nose.

“I love you too.” He chuckled and pulled you closer. You didn’t know if it was because you were pretending to be a couple or just from not wanting to be cold, but you let him cuddle you for a while. You laid in each other’s arms, awake but not moving as you watched snow fall outside your window.

“We should probably go out there.” You said after a few minutes. “Make an appearance.”

“Could we just stay here a little longer?” He asked you.

“Yeah.” You smiled. “I’d like that.”

After a few more minutes of cuddling, you got out of bed and went to the kitchen. You were holding hands, but neither of you addressed the fact that you started long before the family could see.

“Hey, we shared a bed last night. That’s another cliche I get to check off my list.” You whispered as you took a seat at the kitchen counter.

“I’m really happy for you.” Tom teased.

“Shut up”. You shoved him playfully

“Good morning you two. I made breakfast.” Your mom chirped as she set two plates in front of you.

“Thank you.” Tom smiled. “It smells amazing.”

“Wait. Don’t move.” Your mom said. “You’re under the mistletoe.”

“Oh. Look at that.” Tom gulped as he spotted the mistletoe hanging above you.

“You have to kiss.” Your mom gushed. “Go on. I’ll get a picture.”

“Mom. Stop.” You groaned.

“Come on.” She pleaded. “We can put it on next years holiday card.”

“Next year. Hm.” Tom gave you a worried look as you mom left to get the camera.

“It’s just one kiss.” You whispered. “We can do that, right?”

“Yeah. Why not? We do it all the time.” Tom lied as your mom and back into the room. She eagerly held up her camera as you and Tom exchanged a look. You gave each other an awkward smile before leaning in for a kiss. You saw the bright flash of the camera behind your eyelids as you kissed your best friend for the first time. The camera flash was nothing compared to the firework display going off in both your stomachs.

“There.” You said quietly when you pulled away.

“Ah! How cute?” Your mom squealed and showed you the picture. “I’m gonna go upload it to the computer.”

“You do that.” You nodded as she left the room.

“Does she know her phone has a camera?” Tom asked once she was gone.

“No.” You told him. “She has a flashlight app, a calculator app, and a clock app.”

“Wow.” He chuckled. “So, should we talk about that kiss?”

“What? What kiss? T-that?” You sputtered. “That was just to convince my mom. I barely remember it.”

“Me either.” Tom lied, quickly dropping the subject before it got awkward.

A few hours later, you and Tom returned to the kitchen to find your mom baking holiday cookies.

“Can you guys help me finish this last batch? I have to run to the store and get some decorations for the party.” She asked as he set her apron on the counter.

“Sure. We have nothing planned.” You shrugged and picked up the mixing bowl. Tom added in the milk and eggs as you mixed the batter, sending some flying out of the bowl.

“Come here. You got some flour on your face.” Tom laughed and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. He left even more flour in its wake, making you both laugh.

“Did you get it?” You asked as you playfully threw some flour on his shirt.

“Yeah. You got some on your lip too.” He said as he took a handful of flour and threw it at your face. You gasped in shock before grabbing the whip cream and squirting it on his face.

“Was that supposed to be retaliation, love? Because it tastes delicious.” He teased as he wiped the cream off his face with his finger and licked it clean.

“Oh, whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Help me mix the damn batter. It’s too thick.”

“It’s not that thick. You’re just weak.” He teased as wrapped his arms around you from behind. He put his hands over yours as he helped you mix the batter.

“This has got to check something off your cliche check list.” He noted as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you kidding? Having a playful flour war while baking is an iconic cliche.” You told him as you looked over your shoulder. “So is a man showing a woman how to do anything from behind. It’s probably the least efficient way to teach someone something but it’s awfully romantic.”

“I agree. And look at that. We’re under the mistletoe again.” He realized as his eyes flicked up.

“Are we?” You asked coyly, knowing you spotted the mistletoe the second you walked into the room.

“You know, I hear it’s bad luck not to kiss.” He told you. “Since it’s traditional and all.”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want any bad luck.” You replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Me either.” He said before leaning in to kiss you. It wasn’t your first kiss with him, but it felt like it was. You could taste the sweetness of the batter on his lips and smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

“Thanks.” He said softly. “For protecting me from bad luck, I mean.”

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled shyly. Your moment was interrupted all too quickly by the front door opening.

“I’m back.” Your mom said as she walked in. “And look who I brought.”

A man walked in behind your mouth, face hidden by your moms head. He stayed behind in the living room as your mom came into the kitchen.

“Who’s that?” You wondered.

“That’s Nick. The very handsome and very single doctor I talked you up to.” She replied.

“The what?” Tom’s jaw dropped.

“I did it before I knew you were dating Tom!” She defended. “It was gonna be one of your holiday gifts.”

“What exactly was gonna be one of my holiday gifts?” You raised an eyebrow.

“A blind date with a handsome doctor.” She said sheepishly. “Surprise!”

“Mom!” You hissed. “A blind date? Really? Get rid of him.”

“I can’t do that.” She whined. “He came all this way to meet you. It’s rude to send him away.”

“I don’t care. I have a boyfriend.” You said as you gestured to Tom.

“Well, are you guys exclusive?” Your mom asked.

“We haven’t discussed that.” Tom replied, making your jaw drop.

“I’ll talk to Nick for a little bit while you two sort that out. That’ll give you some time to get ready.” Your mom suggested.

“No, mom. I don’t want to go on a blind date. And she’s ignoring me and going to talk to him.” You sighed as your mom rushed back to the living room. As you watched he talk to the man, you realized you had seen him before.

“Oh my God.” You grabbed Tom’s arm. “It’s the train station guy.”

“Who?”

“The guy who helped me with my bags at the train station. He’s the blind date.”

“Oh.” Tom said gravely as he stared at the man. He was bigger, taller, and objectively more handsome than Tom was. On top of all that, he was a doctor who had already charmed your mother.

“Hello again.” Nick smiled at you as he came into the room.

“Hi.” You smiled awkwardly. “Nick, right? I’m Y/n.”

“And here I was calling you the beautiful girl I saw at the train station.” Nick said suavely, making Tom roll his eyes.

“You two met?” Your mom asked.

“Briefly.” You muttered.

“And it looks like fate brought us together again.” Nick said as he stared at you.

“Aw.” Your mom gushed.

“Yes, very sweet.” You said sarcastically. “Tom, can I talk to you in the other room?”

Before Tom could respond, you pulled him by the hand into another room. As soon as you were alone, you smacked him in the arm.

“We haven’t discussed that?” You whispered his words from earlier.

“What was I supposed to say?” Tom asked. “We didn’t exactly iron out all the details before posing as a couple. We never said our fake relationship was fake exclusive.”

“But now my mom expects me to go on a date with Nick.”

“Well, you guys seemed to hit it off at the train station.” Tom said insecurely. “Why not go on a date?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not sure why he was pushing you towards Nick after the moment you just shared in the kitchen.

“Are you serious?” You asked lowly.

“We’re not actually dating. And you’re always saying how hard it is to meet people. Maybe this is your chance to get a real boyfriend. There’s nothing stopping you from going after him if you want him.” Tom said without making eye contact. You dating Nick was the last thing he wanted, but even he couldn’t deny the coincidence of Nick coming back into your life. He saw the chemistry between you at the train station and he knew in the long run, Nick was the better man for you.

“Theres nothing stopping me?” You asked as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“No.” He gulped.

“So you’re okay if I go out with Nick?” You asked, failing to conceal the sadness in your voice.

“Yeah.” He lied. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Right.” You nodded sadly. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

Tom stayed in your room all night, trying to distract himself from thinking about you and Nick. He tried not to think about all the things you could be doing on your date with another man. He heard the door open suddenly and he jumped out of bed.

“How was the date?” He asked as you set your stuff down.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “He wants to see me again tomorrow night.”

“That’s great.” Tom gulped. “You should go.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” He said weakly. “Why not?”

“Right.” You smiled tightly “Why not?”

As the week went on, you went on more dates with Nick. There was an icy tension between you and Tom that neither of you addressed, but you both felt. You didn’t even want to go out with Nick every time, but you felt obligated out of spite. After the third date, you returned to your bedroom to find Tom sitting up in bed.

“Hey.” He greeted. “Did you have fun on your date?”

“Yeah. It was fine.” You mumbled.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “I can’t tell if I like him or not.”

“He seems like a good guy.” Tom shrugged. “And you always seem to have a good time with him. Plus, he’s a super handsome doctor from your hometown. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

“You really think I should keep seeing him?” You tested Tom again.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Ugh. Stop saying that!” You groaned in frustration and threw a glove at him.

“Woah.” He was taken aback by your outburst. “What’s wrong?”

“You honestly can’t give me a reason why I shouldn’t go out with Nick?” You asked as you threw another glove.

“No. I can’t.” Tom lied. “He’s available and he’s into you. Why wouldn’t you date him?”

“I hate you. You know that? I absolutely hate you.” You shouted as your threw your hat at his face.

“What is your problem?” He asked as he caught the hat.

“I don’t have a problem. I’m gonna text Nick and see when I can see him next.” You shrugged as you pulled out your phone.

“Good. I think you should.” He said facetiously.

“I am.” You shouted.

“Good.” He shouted back.

“Fine.” You screamed.

“Fine.” He screamed back

“G-“

“Don’t say anything.” You cut him off. “I’m storming out.”

You swiftly left the bedroom and slammed the door behind you, making the entire room shake.

“Well I’m storming out too!” He screamed and left out the other door. After loudly slamming the door, he found himself in the dark.

“Fuck.” He grumbled. “I’m in a closet.”

Tom didn’t come back to bed that night and avoided you for most of next day. After lunch, your mom found you pouting in your bedroom.

“Come in the living room.” She told you. “We’re opening gifts.”

When you walked into the living room, you saw that the only open seat was next to Tom. You rolled your eyes slightly before sitting next to him.

“Thomas.” You said coldly.

“Y/n.” He said hack.

“You didn’t come to bed last night.” You said without looking at him.

“I slept on the couch.”

“Good.” You shrugged. “I was finally able to get some sleep without your Neanderthal breathing.”

“So was I.” He replied. “It’s amazing how peaceful I felt without your arms wrapping around me like a boa constrictor.”

“I hate you.” You whispered.

“I hate you more.” He whispered back.

“Here, Y/n. This ones from Tom.” Your dad said as he handed you a present.

“How nice. I wonder if it’s another knife to stab into my back.” You said sarcastically as you tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a DVD inside.

“Luca?” You asked quietly before looking up at Tom.

“Yeah. I know how much you love it.” He shrugged. “I wanted you to have it.”

“I do love it.” You smiled softly and picked up a present. “Here. This is for you.”

Tom gingerly took the rectangular gift from you, feeling guilty about your fight. When he unwrapped it, he found a picture frame with the photo your mom took of you.

“Aw.” Tom smiled. “Our first kiss.”

“Under the mistletoe.” You said quickly to keep the lie alive. “We never did that before.”

“Right.” Tom nodded along as he admired the picture.

“Happy holidays, Tom.” You smiled apologetically.

“Happy holidays, darling.” He said before leaning in to kiss you, his way of saying he was sorry. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

“Remember everyone, the party tonight starts at 6.” Your mom spoke up. “I invited my church group and some old friends from town.”

After the rest of the family opened their gifts, you and Tom went back to your bedroom to get ready for the party. Before you could speak to apologize again, he pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry about before.” He said as he rubbed your back. “I’m sorry we fought.”

“Me too.” You mumbled into his chest. “Can we just put it behind us and get this party over with?”

“I’d really appreciate that.”

A few hours later, the holiday party was in full swing. Tom lingered near a wall while he watched you laugh at something Nick had said. It killed him to see you together, but it was made easier knowing you were happy. Tom lost sight of you after a while and searched through the house until he found you sitting on your bed.

“What are you doing in here?” Tom asked as he sat beside you.

“I needed some space.” You shrugged. “Too many people in there knew me in high school.”

“I’m one of them. And I miss your leggings under dresses phase every day.” He teased, making you smile.

“Well I don’t.” You chuckled and bumped your shoulders against him.

“So, uh, you and Nick really seemed to hit it off.” Tom brought up.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “We’re not a match. I’m not gonna see him anymore.”

“You’re not?”

“Why would I? I already have a boyfriend.” You smiled softly and nudged him. As much as Tom wanted you to ditch Nick and date him instead, he knew he couldn’t let you.

“I’m not your boyfriend.” He said as he got off the bed. “Not really.”

“Woah.” You frowned. “What’s your problem?”

“You can’t keep using this fake relationship as a crutch. I can’t let you.”

“What? I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” Tom insisted. “You’re scared to go after Nick, so you’re using us as an excuse not to do it.”

���I don’t want Nick. Our fake relationship has nothing to do with that.”

“I think it does.” Tom stated. “I think you convinced yourself you don’t deserve Nick so you’re leaving him before he could leave you.”

“That is not why I’m breaking things off with Nick.” You answered honestly.

“Isn’t it? You don’t like taking big risks. That’s why you love cliches so much. They’re comfortable and familiar and there’s no uncertainty. And that’s why you’re so okay with letting me fulfill the role of your boyfriend without actually being your boyfriend. I’m comfortable and familiar too.”

“Tom.” You groaned.

“I’m serious. We’re not gonna be roommates forever, Y/n. Eventually, we have to move out and be our own people. We can’t keep playing house and acting like…like this. We’re not a couple. We’re just gonna hold each other back if we keep pretending.”

“Tom, Nick is not the one I want. We can talk about this later, okay? No one’s moving out.”

“No. We’re going back home soon. I have to do this now.”

“Do what?” You wondered as Tom left the room. You watched him as he climbed onto a table and hit a spoon against his glass.

“May I please have everyone’s attention?” Tom shouted. Everyone at the party, including you, turning to look at Tom.

“Thank you. Y/n and I have to tell you all something.”

“Tom.” You ran to his side. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s not real.” He announced, ignoring your request.

“What?” Your mom stepped forward. “Whats not real?”

“Any of it.” He continued. “We were just pretending to be in a relationship so you’d all stop pressuring us to actually get into one. It was fake the whole time.”

“Tom. What are you doing?” You asked as you tried to pull him off the table. Shocked gasped filled the room as everyone turned to stare at you. Tom looked at Nick before looked down at you and sighing.

“I’m letting you go.” He told you. He stepped off the table and moved through the stunned crowd as he made his way to Nick.

“Be good to her, mate.” Tom said as he patted Nicks back. “Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.”

Tom wandered around town for the next hour, not wanting to go back to the house and make things worse. He felt bad for leaving you after spilling the secret, but he figured he’d be doing more harm than good by going hack. When he passed a run down dive bar, he recognized Nick sitting on a bench outside.

“Nick?” Tom asked. “Where’s Y/n?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” Nick grumbled. “Since she’s clearly in love with you.”

“What?” Tom frowned.

“Dude, are you really that oblivious? She never wanted me. On all our dates, all she ever talked about was you. Every little thing reminded her of something you had said or done. I never stood a chance.” Nick scoffed and kicked some snow.

“Is she still at home?”

“Probably. She said she had to pack.”

“Oh no.” Tom gasped before taking off running. He didn’t stop until he burst through your bedroom door.

“What are you doing?” He asked when he saw you zipping your suitcase.

“I’m leaving.” You grumbled and went to leave the room.

“You were just gonna leave without talking to me first?” He stepped in front of you. “How cliche are you?”

“Enough.” You replied as you tried to push past him.

“This isn’t a romantic comedy. You can’t just get your feelings hurt and leave without talking it through. This is real life. That means we have to have a real conversation.” He said as he held you in place.

“Whats there’s to talk about?” You asked him tearfully. “You just told my family our secret and humiliated me in front of everyone.”

“I had to.” He insisted. “You were letting this fake relationship hold you back from what you really wanted.”

“You obviously have no idea what I really want.” You laughed bitterly as you tried to push past him again.

“Then what do you want?” He raised his voice. You opened your mouth to tell him the truth, but decided he didn’t deserve it.

“I have to go. My train is soon.” You said as you pushed past him and left the room.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he followed you out.

“Home. I’m moving out. That’s what you wanted right? You said so yourself. We’re not gonna be roommates forever. We have to stop playing house and move on.”

“I didn’t mean that. We have to talk about this. Can you please stop walking away?” He begged as you passed by your family in the living room.

“You walked away first.” You shouted. “Why should I be the one to stay?”

“Because…” He trailed off when he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he loved you.

“Can you give me a reason to stay?” You asked him, giving him one last chance. Tom was silent, knowing if he loved you’d less he’d be able to talk about it more.

“I didn’t think so.” You laughed sadly as tears fell down your face. You left without another word as Tom began to cry as well.

“Get in the car.” Your dad sprang off the couch. “We’ll follow her.”

Time moved slowly as he got in the car with your father and drove to the train station. As fate would have it, they hit every single red light on the way. Tom’s heart pounded in his chest when they finally got to the station, ten minutes after the last train boarded.

“Where is she?” Tom asked as he looked around frantically.

“There. On the train.” Your dad spotted you in a window seat. Tom ran to the side of your train and waved his arms.

“Y/n!” He called. “Down here!”

“She cant hear you.” Your dad said. “Call her.”

Tom quickly dialed your number and watched as you picked up the phone.

“Look down.” He said as soon as you answered.

“Tom?” You frowned when you saw him out the window. “What are you doing here? Go home.”

“You are my home.” He said into the phone.

“Then why did you push me away?” You asked. “I thought things were going well between us. I really thought you liked me back. But then you pushed me towards someone else. Why did you do that?”

“Because I was scared to tell my best friend I’m in love with her.” He admitted just as the conductor made an announcement over the loudspeaker.

“What? I can’t hear you.” You said as you plugged your ear.

“Because I was scared!” He repeated.

“Of what?”

“Oh no. “Your dad sighed. The trains leaving. She’ll lose signal any second.”

“I have to chase the train as far as I can.” Tom realized as he hung up the phone.

“Why?” Your dad wondered.

“Because she loves that. It’ll make her feel loved.”

As your train began to pull away, Tom jogged along the side of it. You pressed your hands against the window and cried as you watched Tom chase your train. He kept running until he couldn’t keep up anymore, just like in your favorite movies.

“The leads have an explosive fallout before the climax cliche. Check.” You whispered to yourself as you turned away from the window. Tears slipped down your face as you were taken further and further away from the love of your life.

An hour later, you walked through your front door and felt the cold air hit you. You didn’t bother turning on the lights, feeling to sad to look at the home you and Tom once shared.

“Hi.”

“Tom?” You gasped at the sight of him. “How did you beat me here?”

“I drove. I think I ran a few reds. I don’t care though. I had to get to you.”

“Why did you come back here?” You asked him.

“Because you left me back there.” He said simply.

“I asked you for a reason to stay. You couldn’t give me one.”

“Because I can’t be the thing that holds you back. You deserve to be happy. I would never stand in the way of that.”

“You’re what makes me happy.” You told him. “I was perfectly happy pretending to be your girlfriend until you started pushing me to be with Nick.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted, so I was being supportive.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” You shook your head. “That is never what I wanted.”

“Then what do you want?” He shouted.

“You!” You screamed. “I’m in love with you.”

You both fell silent once you finally confessed what you had been feeling all along. Tom blinked a few times, trying to register what this meant for your future together.

“I wanted it to be real from the beginning.” You admitted. “I was never pretending.”

“Darling.” He said softly.

“I know. I know it’s pathetic.” You sighed and wiped your face. “I’ve been secretly pining after my male best friend because I’m a pathetic little hopeless romantic. I’m nothing but a big, stupid cliche.“

“Did you just admit that you love me during a heated argument?” Tom asked as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Yes?”

“That’s so cliche.” He said as a full smile broke out.

“I know. But unrequited love is also an iconic troupe on my list. So I guess it all works out.”

“I know. You’ve told me.” He reminded you. “It’s too bad that you won’t be able to check it off your list.”

“Why not?” You wondered.

“Because the love isn’t unrequited. I’ve been secretly pining after my best friend too.” He admitted.

“Mutual pining?” You realized with a smile.

“Mutual pinning.” Tom confirmed.

“That’s one of my favorite troupes. It’s so cliche.” You said as you teared up, with joy this time.

“I know.” He said as he stepped towards you. He took your face between his hands and gently tilted your chin upwards.

“Wait. Look out the window.”

“It’s snowing.” Tom realized.

“It’s not rain but, it’ll do.” You smirked. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You read my mind.” He grinned as he took you by the hand. You ran outside and stood in the street, a few feet apart from each other.

“You ready?” He called out.

“I was born for this.” You called back. As snow fell around you, you ran towards him and jumped into his arms. He kissed you for all he was worth as snowflakes collected in your hair and eyelashes. It was straight out a movie scene, and you were the only audience he ever needed. Tom held you tightly as he kissed you, the warmth of your body protecting him from the cold air.

“I feel like we’re in the ending of every romantic movie I’ve ever seen.” He said once he pulled away. “All that’s missing is God Only Knows playing in the background.”

“We don’t need it.” You smiled against his lips. “We don’t need anymore cliches, for that matter. You’re my favorite movie. We’ll make our own cliches.”

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Roommates – Part Ten

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,600

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

It was still rainy and stormy outside, but you didn’t care. You needed the fresh air on your face more than anything else right now as you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You walked besides the shore until, eventually, you found a sheltered area besides one of the old seaside castles where you sat down to think.

There was certainly a lot of thinking to be done and, eventually, you reached the conclusion that, what you should do now, is support your friend just as he had supported you following your breakup with James. Your friendship lasted for 12 years so far and now wasn’t the time to end it, nor was there any reason to do so.

But where did it leave you and the fact that you did what you swore to yourself you would never do. You had been intimate with Cillian and that, in your mind, was wrong now that you knew what you knew about Laura.

But why was it wrong, you then went to ponder on? What made it wrong, you wondered? Cillian and Laura were no longer together and, as far as you knew, Cillian never mislead her into thinking that he wanted a serious relationship with her. You knew it was a common theme and argument between them and, at least from his point of view, there were no feelings involved. So why shouldn’t you be with him now?

Of course, you realised fairly quickly that the reason that you should stay away from Cillian was Laura. She is your friend too and she is still hurt and wants him back, no matter how futile her desires and attempts to be with him might be. But does this mean you should deny yourself? After all, it’s been 12 years which it took you to get this far. It’s not that you had ever contemplated to sleep with Cillian, but you certainly were drawn to him now and, therefore, would you be a bad friend if you continued to be intimate with him?

Eventually, you reached the conclusion that the answer to your question was probably yes. Both, you and Cillian, found yourselves in a moral dilemma and, whilst you both slipped once and let your desires for each other get the better of you, it couldn’t happen again. That, of course, was unless the moral compass of the situation changed which made you wonder how it got so far in the first place.

***

When you arrived back home, you saw Cillian in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee and, whilst he acknowledged you, he was silent and waited for you to ask what you wanted to ask.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that Laura is pregnant?’ you eventually blurted out, causing Cillian to sigh heavily.

‘Because I promised her that I would not tell anyone until she had her first scan’ Cillian explained almost frustrated.

‘She hasn’t had a scan yet? Cillian, uhm, this is a lot to take in’ you observed and he nodded.

‘Not as far as I know’ Cillian then huffed out, causing you to walk over towards him and grab hold of both of his shoulders.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t care what happened between you and I know said I would stay out of it, but she does need your support with this. You can’t just ignore the fact that you have a child on the way with her’ you said rather harshly, causing Cillian to break down in emotions.

‘What do you think I’ve been doing Y/N, eh?’ Cillian huffed out before one curse after another left his mouth.

‘She doesn’t fucking let me. I want to be part of the pregnancy and support her, not just financially but also emotionally. I want to be a father to this child but she just cuts me out. According to her, unless I get back together with her, I won’t be having any partake in this’ Cillian explained with a heavy heart as his eyes began to tear up.

‘Oh my god Cillian, I am sorry, I didn’t know’ you said surprised by Laura’s action before comforting him.

‘It’s alright. I didn’t tell you because I knew you wanted to stay out of it. I didn’t want to put you into this difficult position you are now in and I also knew that you had your own shit to deal with’ Cillian said, referring to your breakup with James.

‘Have you at least been able to communicate with her doctor? Or her? Anything at all?’ you then asked and Cillian shook his head.

‘No, nothing. I’ve been talking to her but she isn’t telling me much. She changes the topic and then goes on about all this shit that happened between us instead. I don’t even know how far along she is. I tried to get her in with a good obstetrician at Rotunda Hospital, but she hasn’t even made contact with the doctor nor is she registered at the maternity ward. I don’t fucking know what else to do and when I spoke to my lawyer about it, he told me that I can’t do anything until the child is born’ Cillian explained almost shattered.

‘Jesus Cillian…oh my god’ you said before asking him whether he knew about the pregnancy when he broke up with her and, as you had expected, he confirmed that he didn’t. But, little did you know that you just then and there opened up another can of worms.

‘She planned this Y/N, which makes it even more fucked up than it already is’ Cillian chuckled, unsure whether he should laugh or cry about the entire situation.

‘What do you mean she planned this?’ you asked curiously.

‘She had her implant removed without telling me, which is the real reason I ended it. I know she is your friend, but she’s fucking insane’ Cillian huffed out.

You were unsure what to make of Cillian’s comment and asked him to elaborate which is when he finally told you everything that you never wanted to know about their breakup.

According to Cillian, after the night him and Laura shared with Lindsay, which was something Laura organised, Laura became rather jealous and possessive.

Whilst there was no truth to it, Laura believed that Cillian was seeing Lindsay behind her back and that Lindsay was the reason he wouldn’t commit to her. The truth was that, according to Cillian, he never intended to commit to Laura because he simply didn’t think that this was what he wanted. At the time, his divorce with Danielle was going through settlement proceedings and committing to Laura was something that couldn’t do.

You recalled the arguments in the past and Laura pressuring Cillian to make a commitment which he outright told her he wasn’t willing to make.

‘Things had gone too far and she contacted my mother, introducing herself to her. She texted my sister and brother continuously, asking for my whereabouts when I was visiting Cork. She went through my phone checking for messages from other women. Things like that. It became relentless and she knew I was close to ending it. Little did I know that she had a plan in mind to make me stick around’ Cillian chuckled.

‘So, what made you think that she went off birth control behind your back? Did she actually admit to it?’ you then asked, causing Cillian to nod.

‘The bruise on her arm and the fact that the bulge from it under her skin was gone, gave it away. First, I didn’t think anything of it but when she did all this crazy stuff, I asked her about it and she admitted that she had, in fact, removed it. She wanted to make me stay by falling pregnant. How fucked up is that?’ Cillian then huffed out and you were shocked.

You didn’t expect that your friend Laura would ever do such a thing, going behind Cillian’s back to fall pregnant and make him commit.

Of course, after he’s been your friend for 12 years you believed him and he was quite obviously emotionally shattered by the situation.

‘So, when did you find out that she was pregnant?’ you wondered.

‘Two weeks later she texted me’ Cillian huffed out before continuing on. ‘She also texted Lindsay who then contacted me. After Laura had harassed her for weeks, she was obviously quite aware of the situation’ Cillian explained.

‘So, you decided to fuck her again? Not a smart move Murphy’ you laughed, causing Cillian to laugh as well.

‘Yeah, I think that was a mistake but I was in a pretty fucked up place at the time and Lindsay just stuck around and listened. I couldn’t really tell anyone else. Firstly, it’s fucking embarrassing and I still don’t know how I am going to explain this to any of my family. Secondly, I promised Laura and, despite of what happened between us, you know why I kept this promise right?’ Cillian said.

‘Yes, I do’ you responded, remembering the suffering Cillian’s ex-wife Danielle had to endure throughout 12 unsuccessful cycles of IVF and miscarriages, being the reason that her and Cillian never had any children together even after having been married for ten years.

With that in mind, you felt awful for your friend. You knew how much he wanted to have children for so many years and you realised that, despite his problems with Laura, he would probably be quite excited going through the pregnancy with her and be a father to his child if she would let him. He wanted to be involved and he wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t want to be with her.

‘Listen, I will talk to Laura, alright? I will try and convince her to let you be involved without forcing you to commit to her’ you suggested, holding onto Cillian’s hands.

‘You said that you won’t get involved in anything between Laura and me and I promised you to keep you out of it’ Cillian then said.

‘I know, but you’ve been my friend for 12 years and, after all the shit we have been through together, we will get through this too, right?’ you said with a warm smile.

‘Thank you. You are amazing you know that?’ Cillian said, finally smiling again.

‘I know’ you winked. ‘Despite, that’s just what friends do right? They help each other out’ you said with a warm smile before, without giving it another thought, giving Cillian a kiss.  

Surprised, he gave into the kiss which was gentle and warm.

‘Is that what friends do too?’ he then chuckled when your lips drifted apart.

‘Only under the added benefit scheme introduced into solid friendships as part of this lockdown relief package’ you smirked before pressing your lips back onto his.

Your reservations had gone completely after talking to Cillian about what happened and, whilst you knew you that you were betraying your friend Laura, you found it difficult to sympathise with her at this very moment.

‘So, is this what you want then, despite everything that has happened?’ Cillian asked after you each caught a breath.

‘Yes, I think so. We both have needs and we trust each other, it just makes sense, right?’ you said in order to justify your decision and Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Makes total sense’ Cillian laughed before continuing on. ‘I learned from my mistakes Y/N and I was very careful with Lindsay, but not so careful with you last night because, apart from my family, you are probably the person I trust the most in this world. You are most defiantly on the pill though, right?’ Cillian asked somewhat concerned.

‘Oh please, Cillian. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want to use you as a breeding bull’ you laughed, causing him to raise one of his eyebrows. ‘Yes, I am on the pill and never forgot a single one in over ten bloody years’ you then reassured him and, without any sort of warning, he crashed his lips back onto yours.

Your tongues met as he tangled one hand in the back of your hair, kissing you furiously.

‘I felt as though you held back last night’ you huffed out as your lips drifted apart. ‘Don’t hold back! Just fuck me!’ you then said, pulling him close again after he pulled his own t-shirt over his head while you removed yours.

‘I was just testing the waters Y/N’ he smirked before he pulled down your jeans eagerly while, at the same time, your hands went to his jeans and blessedly released his throbbing cock.

‘And I am not sure if I want you to see this side of me yet’ he then smirked, causing you to raise your eyebrows in return.

‘And what side is that Cillian?’ you giggled before whispering into his ear ‘show me your real kinky and filthy side.’

‘Soon, very soon’ Cillian then said before he kissed you again, hard and fast before both of you lost your jeans completely somewhere on the kitchen floor and Cillian lifted you up to sit on the kitchen table. He was much more forceful this time around and you quite enjoyed it.

Within one swift move, he unclasped your bra and thew it to the side before his hands rested on your breasts. You gasped as he shuffled down sufficiently to kiss each of them and close his mouth around a rigid pierced nipple. He pulled on it with his teeth and bit onto slightly, making you cry out.

At the same time, Cillian’s moved to in between your legs which were spread apart by his thighs as he was standing in front of you.

‘Fucking hell Y/N. What have you been thinking about, huh? You are fucking soaking’ he groaned as he observed that you were extremely wet already.

‘About you fucking me of course’ you giggled as Cillian brought his soaking wet fingers to your mouth.

‘Show me how fucking good you taste’ he instructed, making you taste yourself and you, of course, complied with his request and licked his fingers clean. But, when he watched you do this and felt your tongue piercing press against his fingers, he couldn't take it anymore.

‘Spread your legs wider’ he instructed as he pulled his hand away from your mouth and took hold of his rigid member, aiming it towards the dripping nirvana in front of him.

He knew he was rushing things, and as much as he wanted to take you, he couldn't if you weren’t ready. Your intense gaze held a mixture of the smirk and the desire.

‘Cillian, please shove your cock inside me already’ you then whined and, without a word, he plunged into you.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, you are so tight’ Cillian groaned while his eyes screwed shut as soon as your tight pussy had engulfed him, and he couldn't tell your groans apart from his own.

Good god, he felt amazing, so fucking amazing you couldn't move, completely paralysed with pleasure.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned eventually as he hovered over you, propped up against the table, his cock buried in your pussy and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You could vaguely hear voices from the TV in the other room over the sound of your shuttering breath, but it had no more meaning than anything else in the world that wasn't currently inside of you. And that was Cillian.

‘Who would have thought that we would ever fuck, eh’ Cillian observed as he thrusted in and out of you, slow at first and then with increased speed and force, Cillian began to slightly pinch your nipples. That broke your paralysis and you wiggled and moaned in pleasure, making him fuck you harder and deeper. Cillian’s mouth eventually found your neck and ear as he began to pivot in and out of you, relishing just how tight and wet you were.

‘Crazy I know…but also so damn good’ you moaned his name and he picked up his pace again. You swore under your breath and Cillian slid a hand in between your legs to rub your clit and play with your clitoral piercing the way he had watched you do it before.

‘Fuck, that’s it, Cillian’ you moaned and then, you came, whimpering and shuddering, as Cillian watched the ecstasy pass through the delicate features of your face. He continued stroking you gently as you rode out your climax and only stopped when you gripped his wrist with your hand.

‘Too sensitive’ you huffed out, causing Cillian to smirk and, only when you pressed your hands against Cillian’s chest, he reluctantly pulled out of you.

But he wasn’t done with you yet and, before you knew it, he pulled you off the table and spun you around.

Willingly, you leaned forward, your face pressing against the hard wood of the kitchen table while you spread your legs widely, allowing him better access to your wet mound.  

It didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance and, as the lips of your wet pussy parted to receive the head of his cock, he could hear you moan over the drumming rain outside. You immediately pushed back against him, forcing him inside of you a little deeper.

‘That’s it, push back against my cock’ Cillian instructed as he loved seeing your figure arched with pleasure before him and his cock buried inside you. What on earth was he missing out on for twelve years, he wondered?

The first loud rumbles of the thunder outside drowned out the first fleshy slaps of his thighs against your ass as he started to pump himself in and out of the wet grip of your pussy. The feeling of pleasure on his cock was so exquisite that for a moment he could not contain the urge to pound you harder.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian fuck me’ you moaned as he thrust deeper and faster into you, enjoying the feel of you hungrily pressing against him.

‘You like being taken like this don’t you? Pinned down and fucked hard?’ Cillian groaned as your moans had become loud enough now to be heard over the storm raging outside.

‘Yes, oh god yes, Cillian, please don’t stop’ you screamed out as you could feel another orgasm building as he pumped away.

By this point, Cillian’s cock was also screaming for release and you crying out beneath him didn’t help his urge to cum.

‘Harder’ you cried out and Cillian began to piston into you with rapid sharp strokes. You dug your nails into the table to brace against the pounding as Cillian drilled you as hard as he could.

Just as he continued to thrust in and out of you, he reached one of his hands between your legs to massage your clit again. The hard slap of his body against your tight ass was loud and he felt the sweat prickling on his body. The scent of your sex was filling the kitchen and, before long, your moans turned to gasps and little sharp cries of pleasure and Cillian felt your body shudder against his as you came.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes fuck, yes’ you shouted out as your second orgasm washed over you and you indulged in the pleasure he gave you by calling out his name.

‘Jesus Y/N, fuck’ Cillian groaned as his balls tingled with his own building climax. Cillian pulled you back into him by the hips and thrust as deeply into your pussy as he could as the first waves of his orgasm broke.

The eruption was intense. The spasms of pleasure were joined with the satisfying feeling of spurts of his semen flooding deep into your body. He kept pumping, though now slowly, even after the pulsing in his crotch subsided.

You sighed your contentment. The feel of your pussy milking the last drops from his now hyper-sensitive cock was delightful torture and Cillian groaned almost in agony.

You giggled and lifted your body up and, as you did so, Cillian’s cock slipped free of the embrace of your pussy.

‘So fucking sexy, leaking all my cum from your pussy’ Cillian then observed as he ran one of his fingers through your mound again, collecting some of his semen before guiding it up to your mouth.

‘Hmm, I like the way you taste. Took me only 12 years to find out’ you grinned as you suggestively licked his cum from his fingers.

‘I didn’t ever think that this would actually happen, seeing my cock inside you’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Tell me about it’ you said before giving Cillian a quick kiss. ‘By the way, nice dirty talk, I like it’ you then smirked, being rather surprised by your friend’s dirty vocabulary.

‘You’ve heard nothing yet’ Cillian said as he was getting dressed again.

‘Coffee?’ you then asked before walking over towards the coffee machine completely naked, wiggling your butt on full display.

‘Uhm sure, thanks’ Cillian laughed before putting his briefs back on and sitting down at the table while he watched you still somewhat in disbelieve.

***

After you got on with your chores and tasks for the day, you decided to finally call Laura to have this difficult conversation with her.

But, she didn’t pick up any of your calls and, instead, sent you a text message.

‘Can’t talk right now’ was all it said.

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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

I also have a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested.

[miyagihawk]

for hawk

lover of mine - 5sos

it's a selfship anthem, bby!

the lyrics make so much sense

i love 5sos!!!! ty for the request :)

lover of mine | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

warnings: cursing, i think that’s it?

summary: based on lover of mine by 5sos <3

Lover of mine

Maybe we'll take some time

Kaleidoscope mind

Gets in the way

Your relationship with Hawk was more complicated than most.

You had to be patient with him. His mind was like a kaleidoscope; his thoughts were in intricate patterns that you could never comprehend. It amazed you, but it also frustrated you when you couldn’t understand him.

And when it seemed like you finally did understand, he would shift into new colors and you’d have to start all over again.

“I just- I don’t get you, Hawk! Why are you always lying to me?” you said loudly, already feeling exhausted from the argument.

“I’m not! You just never believe me!” he turned it on you. Like always.

You looked at him with a hard stare and crossed your arms. “Did you or did you not break Demetri’s arm?” you asked in a calmer, but still threatening tone.

You already knew the answer; everyone was talking about what happened in the laser tag room. But here Hawk was, denying it. You just couldn’t grasp why he hid so much from you.

When he stayed silent with his gaze not meeting yours, you sat on your bed with an exasperated sigh.“We should take a break,” you interrupted the quiet atmosphere, looking up at where your boyfriend stood in front of you.

“What?” Hawk finally met your eyes with a hurt expression.

You patted the spot on the bed next to you, and he sat reluctantly. “I’m just tired. We need a break Hawk.”

“We don’t need a break,” he protested quietly, and the subtle sadness in his voice was enough to make your heart pang with hurt.

Hope and I pray

Darling, that you will stay

Butterfly lies

Chase them away

He was scared. Even through all the countless arguments and lies, you never left. Now you were suggesting a break, and Hawk knows from seeing other relationships that they always just end in an actual break up.

In a weird way, you did want to scare him. Because he would never change if you didn’t. You hated the idea of a break, but maybe Hawk would finally stop lying to you if you showed him you were serious.

“It’s not a breakup,” you assured, because you knew what he was thinking. For once. “We just need time apart for a little bit. To think.”

“About what?” he asked defensively, starting to raise his voice again.

“You and I. We’re quite toxic, you know?” you contrasted his volume in a lighter tone, making his face relax and his lips turn up a bit.

His small smile dropped suddenly, replaced by an anxious expression. “Don’t leave me Y/N.”

Your heart dropped at his words, and you wanted to wrap your arms around him. To tell him you’d never leave and that it was all okay. But it wasn’t all okay.

You grabbed his hand instead, “You’re my best friend. I love you. But I need this, okay? We both do. Just some time to figure out how we can fix... us.”

“I can fix it now, we don’t need to take a break. Please. I’ll never lie to you again. I just- I hate disappointing you,” he pleaded, tightening his hand around yours, and you wanted to give in.

But you knew that letting this go on, this never ending cycle, would only end with the both of you in a huge crash and burn.

“You said that last time,” you gave him a sad smile. “Let’s just figure our shit out, and then come back better for each other. We need this Hawk.”

-

6 months later

Things didn’t end so well after your break with Hawk. After spending some time apart, you two were just never close again.

None of you planned for it to happen; you just drifted away from each other. And neither of you exactly established when the “break” would be over.

So for the next few months, you passed each other in the halls without any acknowledgment of the other’s existence. Of course you missed him, but not being with him just became the new normal. And you accepted it and pushed your feelings aside.

“So you’ll meet us there? You sure you don’t want the limo to pick you up?” your friend Cara asked from across the lunch table.

“Yeah don’t worry about me, Jesse’s picking me up,” you replied, making the rest of your friends wiggle their eyebrows teasingly.

“What happened to prom with the girls, Y/N? I thought we established no boyfriends during prom season,” Cara pouted playfully, and you elbowed her in the ribs.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He just asked me to prom and that’s it,” you corrected.

Your other friend jumped in, “And why not? Jesse is so cute.”

As she asked, your eyes trailed away from your friends and towards a certain someone with loud red hair, sitting across the room with his karate posse.

Your group noticed your lack of attention and turned to see what you were looking at. They sighed in unison, making you bring your focus back to them.

“He’s why, isn’t he?” Cara gave you an understanding smile and rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay. Just have fun tonight.”

You only nodded, giving your kind friends a soft smile of appreciation.

As much as you tried to convince yourself that you’ve moved on fully, the boy with a kaleidoscope mind would always have a place in your heart.

-

Where is he?

You paced around your living room anxiously, checking your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour.

You scrolled through the numerous texts you’ve sent, contemplating if you should send another one. Calling him wasn’t even an option; it went straight to voicemail everytime.

After an hour and a half, you gave up waiting and hoping that your prom date would show up. You flopped down onto the couch despairingly, replying to worried texts from your friends.

‘I’m not going to make it, just don’t worry about me. Have fun my loves.’ you typed, throwing your phone onto the floor right after.

You didn’t want to ask them to pick you up and ruin their night, and you were honestly too drained from being stood up to call an Uber.

So prom night ended up with you spread out on the couch with your outfit that you’ve planned out months ago, eating out of a carton of rocky road ice cream.

Honestly, it could’ve been worse. You could’ve been spending the night with an absolute jerk named Jesse. (a/n: so sorry if ur name is jesse lmao)

In the middle of your rom com movie marathon, an abrupt knock at the front door made you sit up from your pathetic, ice cream eating position on the sofa.

Immediately, you turned off the TV and tiptoed towards the door. You silently grabbed the baseball bat next to it, while squinting to see through the peephole.

Your stomach immediately dropped when you saw him.

Clad in a black suit, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Shifting on his feet and chewing on his lip nervously, as he waited for you to open the door.

The boy you didn’t know you needed to see until now.

What is he doing here?

You covered your mouth in shock as you ran to the mirror to check if you had chocolate stains around your mouth. You smoothed down your hair and straightened out your dress in a frenzy, before unlocking the door with a deep breath in.

“Hawk?” you tried to act surprised, which wasn’t hard because your heart was racing.

He took a second to look at you in your wasted prom attire, and he was locked in a trance for a second before he snapped out of it. “Oh... uh, these are for you,” he held out the flowers to you and you took them with a smile.

“Wow, I love them. Thank you,” you brought them up to your nose for a whiff of your favorite floral scent. “So, what are you doing here?” you asked awkwardly.

“Oh crap, sorry, do you want to come in?” you said before he would answer, and you opened the door wider so he could step inside.

Hawk looked around the room where he’s been countless times, and he frowned at the sight of 13 Going On 30 paused on the screen with half melted ice cream on the coffee table. That movie plus the sweet dessert was your absolute comfort pairing, and it made him sad that you needed it.

“Cara texted me, and I was worried,” he finally spoke, answering your earlier question. You suddenly felt embarrassed as you placed the bouquet in a vase. You didn’t want to be pitied. Especially by your ex-boyfriend.

“I’m fine,” you said bluntly, busying yourself with the flowers so that you wouldn’t have to face him. You hadn’t talked to him since the night you suggested the break, and you already felt too exhausted from tonight’s events to even talk about it with him. “It’s better that I didn’t go to prom with that dick.”

Hawk chuckled at your remark, and you felt more at ease. The tension between you was thicker than an iceberg, and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“So did you leave? Or are you just dressed up like that for me?” you smiled, sitting down on the couch where he followed.

He laughed again, lightening the mood even more. “I was there, but you know, Cara told me about what happened and... I just felt like I needed to come. It was lame though. The whole thing is just dancing. And I don’t dance,” Hawk explained, and you found yourself smiling at the thought of him caring about you. “But I know how excited you were about prom, so I thought I’d bring it to you. Some romantic shit like that.”

Your eyebrows raised at “romantic shit”, but you decided not to say anything about it. Although, it did make your cheeks heat up and you hoped he didn’t notice. “That’s really sweet Hawk. Thank you. Really,” you placed your hand on top of his, but you recoiled awkwardly because it felt too intimate, given the circumstances.

You cleared your throat, “So... since you’re bringing prom to me, does that mean I get a dance?” you got up and stood in front of him with your arms playfully crossed.

Hawk squinted his blue eyes at you, crossing his arms as well, “I don’t dance, remember?”

“For me you will, right? Or I could just, you know, dance by myself. It’s already been such a great night for me,” you teased, walking away from him towards a clear space in the living room.

He groaned from behind you and got up to follow, making you cheer happily. “For you I will,” he stated under his breath, releasing dozens of butterflies in your stomach.

Dance around the living room

Lose me in the sight of you

I've seen the red, I've seen the blue

Take all of me

You turned on your Dad’s old record player, where a slow, jazzy, 60s vinyl was spinning. You almost wanted to change it because it felt too romantic, but Hawk was already waiting behind you and you were scared he would change his mind.

The rush his presence gave you made you boldly put your hands on his shoulders, and he stiffly placed his own on the curve of your waist. Your hands were locked at the nape of his neck; his hold on you was light as if you were fragile china.

You forgot how intoxicating it felt to be this close to him, and you wondered how you went so long without that feeling.

The both of you swayed to the smooth melodies of Nina Simone with interlocked eyes, and with every second his hands on your hips became more relaxed. You rested your head on his chest, pulling him closer.

For a song or two, none of you said anything; there was just an unspoken appreciation of each other’s presence. After 6 months without him, you needed this.

I'll never give you away

'Cause I've already made that mistake

If my name never fell off your lips again

I know it'd be such a shame

When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right

“I should’ve never let you go,” Hawk whispered close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I was the one who wanted the break. It’s my fault,” you opposed, lifting your head up from his chest to look up at him.

He raised one of his hands to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and it brought a warm smile to your face. “But I didn’t chase after you,” his lips turned down into a frown.

You put your hands on the sides of his face while you two continued to sway to the staticky vinyl. “Maybe it’s both of our faults,” you laughed lightly, touching his soft skin.

“It’s me Y/N. I’m the one who lied to you throughout the whole relationship. I’m so sorry,” Hawk looked down at you with glossy eyes. “I’ve done so much fucked up shit. But you’re the only thing I got right. I hate myself for ruining it too.”

Your felt yourself melt at his confession. “It’s not ruined,” you disputed. “You aren’t perfect and I’m not either. I shouldn’t have given up on us. I’m sorry.”

He closed his eyes in peace as your hands ran through his bright hair. It was down from its usual style, giving him a softer look.

“Maybe we both messed up. But I’m never giving you away again Y/N. I won’t make that mistake. I love you,” the boy you’ve missed for months admitted, saying everything you wanted to hear.

You kissed him in reply.

a/n: ah idk if i like this but i hope u do, i feel like my writings are getting repetitive im having bad writers block (as u can tell by how slow im doing requests)

[tokoyamisstuff]

This Is New For Me

Loki x Reader

Summary: Life on Asgard can be straining - especially if the God of Mischief has taken a liking to you.

Warnings: Loki being so terrible at flirting it physically hurts, bullying, this got way angstier than I initially intended

Words: ~2800

A/N: I’ve written this trying to distract myself from personal problems, but honestly I can’t think straight rn. Dunno I kinda hate how this turned out but here you go I guess...sorry.

Loki Odinson must really despise you.

No matter how often Thor would stand up for his brother and try to justify his behavior, there was no other explanation for you other than that he must truly hate you with every essence of his being.

In the beginning, having been invited in the palace to train magic under the Allmother sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime chance - yet all that’s left from your initial excitement had been replaced by pure annoyance.

Lately, whenever you knew that you had to attend class with that certain raven-haired prince, your insides would churn before you even arrived.

Weeks have turned into months, never once ceasing his condescending remarks or childish pranks. Of course, he wasn’t called the God of Mischief for nothing.

All nine realms had tales to tell about his sheganinans - yet with you, he seemed especially invested. There was not one encounter where he could leave you at peace, always ending with you being victim to his wicked humor. 

The man did not seem to respect you at all - and it made you furious.

Today, you’d show him just what you were capable of!

“Greetings, great Allmother.” Polite as always, you bowed deeply in front of your queen, her magnificent presence still making you jittery beyond belief.

“No need for formalities, my lovely student” she responded heartily, only making you admire her even more - until a loud, exaggerated sigh cut through the calm atmosphere.

“Her again?” There he stood, maintaining his defensive pose as he rolled his eyes at you. “Mother, why would you keep on bringing a lowlife like her to defile this holy place?”

This was probably the millionth time that Frigga apologized deeply for her son’s behavior, and you were always amazed by her patience with him. How could a person so formidable end up raising such a troublemaker?

But then again...if she believes that there is good in the God of Mischief, then so would you.

“For today, I have prepared a spell that can only be cast by two mages at once”, Frigga explained, while Loki would still not bid you a single look. “So throughout this lesson, you will need to work together to succeed.”

Irritation was clearly visible on his face - and if you were perfectly honest, you weren’t really fond of that idea either. Yet if it was your scolar’s wish, none of you would protest.

“Spontaneous creation of complex concepts puts a huge stroll on one’s mind and body, so do not be frustrated if it doesn’t work within the first try.”

The idea was simple: Create a blooming meadow in midst of the palace floor, since creating life would be way too complex - only masters of the sorcery arts could take this spell to completion.

You and Loki were now sitting on the bare floor in front of each other and only now you realized how tense he had become, sweat dripping from his forehead and biting his bottom lip.

Was your presence really so terrible that he couldn’t bear with it?!

“Hey” you whispered, taking his hands to form a ring just as instructed “Don’t worry, we’re gonna get this!”

“I don’t need your encouragement...” he spat between gritted teeth, now that you noticed his palms were just as sweaty as his face seemed to be.

One second. Two, tree...fourty....a hundret and two...

“Relax” Loki repeated to himself as if it was his mantra - but now, with your fingers entangled in his? Sheer impossible.

Distraught, he shot his mother a desperate look, just for her to point  towards you, sitting cross-legged and seemingly completely relaxed.

Since your eyes were closed, Loki took this chance to observe every detail of your face, without having to fear that you’d notice his little infatuation.

By the norns - you were as fair and bewitching as always. So way, way out of his league. An unreachable, vigorous being. No angel, valkyrie or similar could ever reach up to you - at least in his eyes.

Was this what they called love at first sight? Loki only knew those sentiments from novels he always ridiculed before he got to know you.

Slowly and steadily, Loki aligned his breathing pattern with yours, picturing the cycle of energy the two of you formed. Carefully, he began infusing you with his magic, trying his best to allow yourself do the same to him.

Another minute passed by and you were finally able to let your magic flow through each other’s bodies entirely, like a serene stream.

With things being like this, he felt so different from the Loki you knew.

His magic was strong, indeed - but so gentle, warm and somehow comfortable to be coated with. You wondered-

“HEY!”

As soon as Loki slapped your hand away, breaking the cycle, all of the flowers that had previously bloossomed through you would wither in an instant.

“What the hel do you think you’re doing, you mewling quim?!” Loki shoutet as loud as his lungs allowed him to, while his mother’s face distorted in second-hand-embarrasment at her son’s choice of words. “Who do you think you are?!”

“I-I’m sorry, I just-” You only wanted to scan his emotions through the magic bond you shared, just peek under the cover for a mere second - what was he so afraid of you to find?

“Know your place, woman!” The god pointed at you before he rushed up, ignoring the ache in his heart as he saw your face contort in sadness. “You are beneath me, never forget that!”

Why were you even surprised?

“You’re right” you sniveled quietly as you balled a fist in your dress, and Loki hated himself so much that he wished to just disappear. “My apologies. You don’t have to put up with me ever again.”

As always, instead of fighting, you made your leave without ever fighting back.

Frigga’s pleads for you to stay and talk this over were all for naught when you rushed away, muttering curses directed towards youself rather than anyone else.

Instead of scolding her son, she’d punish him through her silence, furiously shaking her head as she rushed away as well.

Why did he always have to ruin everything?!

The God of Mischief was very well aware that whenever you were close, his mind went completely blank - and that made him panic.

Never before he had felt so goddamn vulnerable in front of anything, terrifying him beyond belief.

And Loki loathed that feeling: Losing control over himself, being reminded once again how alone and  unloveable he is, facing a goddess as stunning as you are every single day.

So he concluded it to be best to cope like he did all those millenia: Cover up those insecurities, shove his anxieties in the back of his heart and protect his heart from anyone coming close.

Good thing you believed that presumptupus, disoblinging duplicity of his to be his true self.

That would make it easier for the both of you, having as much distance as humanly possible. Vicinity could become dangerous terrain.

Yes, he would only save you some time - it would be a waste if you would try to actually give him a chance, just to be let down by what kind of disappointment he truly was.

But it wouldn’t end here - since the only way Loki Odinson first and only communication was through causing mischief.

A scream of yours startled the servants early in the morning, with your personal maiden being the first to rush to your side.

“Milady, wha-” She stopped in her tracks as she saw you standing in front of the mirror, touching your scalp in disbelief, where everything had been cut short.

That was it. Enough of it!

Dismissing the servants, you took a scissor and tried to at least make an acceptable hairstyle out of the mess he had made, before you would leave to the royal garden.

“You!” Pointing towards Loki, innocently sitting on a bench to watch the sunrise, you screamed and let a strand of hair run from your fingers to the floor. “You did this!”

“Now relax, would you” he chuckled, wearing his smug grin like a trophy as he defendingly held his hands into the air. “You should be grateful, it looks much better like this.”

Next thing he knew was the feeling of your backhand, mercilessly crushing against his collarbone.

Usually, you’d be shocked at yourself, for you had never been a person to choose violence ever before - but right now, you were too full of anger and hurt to even realize.

“You conniving craven pathetic worm!” you exclaimed, breathing heavily as you swung yet another fist towards the prince - however, he grabbed your wrists, trapping you in his hold.

In his life full of wrongdoings, he had been called worse than that - yet still, hearing insults coming from you of all people shot arrows through his heart with every word escaping his lips. Not that he’d ever admit, though.

“It was just a little prank.” Loki would’ve never thought that his actions would affect you this much. “What are you so worked up about?”

“All this time I believed there could be a good person beneath all that...but now what?” The compassion you detected in his eyes were only upsetting you even more. “You are a selfish, cruel and terrible person, and I gave up on you.”

Loki let go off of you, staring at you in disbelief:

You actually believed in him, all this time?! That was impossible!

If anything, the Odinson had always believed you to ignore his existence completely, if he wouldn’t use such drastic measures to attract your attention.

“Wait a second, I-”

“I hope you know that you deserve to be alone...” you sniveled, turning around to face him one last time before you fled the scene. “And you always will be.”

Several minutes had passed until Loki had given up in silencing he voices inside his head that told him you were right: He was indeed a despicable being, tainting your pure goodwill - repelling anyone that would still be willing to give the God of Mischief a chance.

Out of a whim, he jumped up from his place, wanting to rush after you. He was very well aware that he was probably beyond forgiveness by now, yet he at least wanted to make things up to you - even though he had no clue where to start.

“Calm down, Lady Y/N.”

Thor’s voice drang to Loki’s ears just a mere second before he saw that particular heart-wrenching scene unfold in front of him:

You were lying in his brother’s arms, crying to your heart’s extend while soothed you, softly petting what remained from your hair.  Loki remained hidden in the shadows, even though his guts told him to stab his brother right here and now.

“My brother...you know-” The God of Thunder was trying to find the right words, even though poetic speeches were not really his forte. “It’s just his speecial, twisted way of interacting. Who knows where he got that from.”

“I rather wonder if he realized how his behavior truly makes me feel” you snapped back, unwilling to keep defending him. “Weak and worthless, that’s how I feell. And every time our ways cross, he’s making it worse!”

By the gods, Loki never wanted to make you feel that way, let alone think such ways about yourself! He of all people, who knew best what its like to feel unfit and nowhere near enough.

Loki grabbed the fabric of his shirt tight, feeling that his heart might burst if he didn’t. It took everything in him to not let out a loud sob and be caught - but then, his brother snapped him out of it with an impossible question:

“Do you still love him?”

“L-Love might not be the right word, I mean-” Lately, you had let Thor in on your secret admiration for his younger brother. “With the way he’s treating me, and all-”

You just couldn’t help being drawn to him against all reason. After everything you had endured, just to be close to him - and he never even acknowledged your feelings.

And still, here you were, crying over a man that didn’t want you.

“Lady Y/N?”

Loki’s voice made you panic, immediately wriggling out of Thor’s embrace. The Odinson understood immediately, nodding towards his brother before leaving the two of you alone.

“Since when have you been standing there?!” Panic dropped to your stomach, wondering just how much he had heared.

“From the very beginning.”

Before you could even think about what to do now, Loki summoned a dagger, cutting off his raven locks in one swift move. “Wha-”

“Please, accept this as means of apology.” The man now dropped to one knee, humbly facing the ground. “I have never intended to make you doubt your most perfect self.”

Frantic, you were scanning his voice, face, anything for the slightest hint of a lie - but nothing. Loki seemed determined and sincere when he looked up to you, hesistantly taking a hold of your hand.

“This is new for me...” he uttered under his breath as his lips graced your knuckles, and only now you realized that he was trembling ever so slightly. 

“I-Is that another trick?!”

“What kind of vicious being do you think I am?” Well, after everything he had commited it was only natural of you accusing him. “There are lines not even I do not cross.”

Only for a brief second your heart felt a little bit lighter, as his eyes were locked with yours, lost in this moment you have been waited for so long...

...a little too unexpected, right?

Suddenly, you tugged your hand away, and Loki could only sigh in frustration. Of course it won’t be that easy for him to gain your trust. “I don’t need your pity, Loki...”

No matter how he racked his brain around the matter, he had burdened your shared past probably beyond the point of repair.

That would be his last chance, maybe the last time he’d ever see you again. He was so desperate in his attempt, and yet - what else could he do?

So for the first time in millenias, the God of Mischief decided to speak from the heart for a change:

"Y/N, I-I...As I said, this is new for me, so...” he cleared his throat before continuing, stress literally dropping out of every pore. “From the first day we’ve met, you...I mean...you were the most magnificent being I ever laid eyes upon, and...when I think about it now, I-I may be enarmored with you.”

Your eyes widened at this wholeheartedly confession, a sincere smile playing on his lips in contrast of sole tears running down his face.

Never before you had seen him like that: Flustered, vulnerable, and honest...

“I thought to be unworthy of your affection, so I tried to belittle you, to...I don’t even know. I’ve been told many times I am quite assertive of anyone but myself. I-I mean, I am a mess...I don’t understand my own feelings and thus drive away any chance of happiness, and...how could you ever-?”

“Mhh...” you silenced the man as your lips crushed over his, falling straight into his arms. It took Loki quite a second to fully grasp the situation before deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you’d disappear if he was to ever let go.

“Y/N...” the prince gasped when your lips parted from that breathtaking kiss - and this time it was you who wore that thug grin on your face.

"Apology accepted” you giggled, just to smother the face of this flabbergasted man in yet another thousand smaller kisses.

This had to be a dream, he thought...and immediately, a wave of guilt washed over him. He did not deserve this in the slightest.

“Now, don’t give me that look.” Cupping Loki’s face in your hands, you gifted him that heartwarming expression he had ignored for so many years, thinking it was not meant for him. “That kiss wiped my memory from everything you’ve done...by now.”

Out of sheer, genuine happiness, Loki leaped from the floor and excitedly swirled you around in his arms.

After another kiss that would kick the air right out of your lungs. the god would peck a more gentle one afterwards, as sweet and tender as no one ever thought he could be.

Even if it’s gonna be a long way, Loki would prove to be worthy of your love.

“Lady Y/N...if you are to believe in me, then I swear I will be on my best behavior from now on!”

"Let's see about that."

[mugi-chan]

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Ace: 

Ace falling in love is super cheesy, he would stare at you from afar and would always get blushy when he gets caught. One day he was watching you take care of the rose garden with him and you happened to look up meeting his eyes. He got embarrassed and kept tending to the garden.  

It’s very fast when he realizes he’s in love, it happens like he’s just laying on his bed late at night and oh crap (y/n) keeps popping into his mind. Reflecting more on those thoughts he gets the realization that he’s in love. 

He would immediately tell Grim and Deuce about this and they would be teasing him about it. Poor boy he’s just a blushing mess he doesn’t know what to do. He may consult his brother about it and of course being the younger sibling he would be teased about it not just from his brother but from his family as well.

Deuce: 

This poor boy doesn’t know what to do with feelings. No one ever liked him back in Middle school and romance type of movies wasn’t his cup of tea so having to understand his own feelings is hard.

He may ask Trey about this since Trey just radiates Big Brother/ Mother energy. Trey would try his best but at the end all Trey said was “You have to express your feelings in your own way. If you allow someone else to express your feelings for you then it’s no longer your own feelings it’s that person's feelings” 

That really resonated with Deuce and he took things into his own hands. He looked up on the internet on how to work his feelings out and confess. If all comes to fail there are always two people he can always ask. 

His mother and Grandma were ecstatic to hear that Deuce started to like someone and would gladly help him with his feelings and how to confess. 

Riddle:

Riddle isn’t used to feelings; his own mother denounces his own feelings and he doesn’t know how to control his feelings (sniff sniff him overblotting). So when feelings of love started to creep in he was very confused. Ew what is this feeling???? Go away….

Cater would be the first person he might go to about this strange feeling. Cater was a little confused on how Riddle was describing his feelings. That was until Trey overheard and told Riddle that those are feelings of love. Love? What is love? Riddle doesn’t know what love is or how to deal with love. 

Oh boy there were sparkles in Cater’s eyes as he set Riddle down in the heartslabyul lounge and pulled out his phone and typed in some websites. Trey came in seeing Cater getting all excited showing Riddle how to swoon over this said person. Trey just shook his head with a small smile and properly told Riddle how to 1 handle his feelings and 2 how to confess his feelings. 

Ace and Deuce would be watching over the corner trying to see what the commotion is. Ace and Deuce would put their two senses in but it's just really corny and cheesy romance stuff they saw in a movie once.

Trey:

Trey and his feelings are pretty much two different people. Trey himself is someone who is kind and caring while his feelings are all over the place. It was just one night where he was laying in his bed and oh crap his feelings crept when he started to think about you. Ah so this is what love feels like? 

Trey would go on his day like nothing was wrong but soon all he can think about is you. Cater would notice this change as well and will tease the crap out of Trey over this. Trey would just brush off Cater while trying to handle his feelings. Riddle overheard all of this and would try to help his childhood friend but would fail miserably since he has no idea what love is, and that’s okay! 

Soon it was too much to where Trey would straight up go to you and confess. No more thinking, just love.

Cater:

Cater was just scrolling through magicam when he noticed that you posted something. Immediately Cater liked and commented on how cute you looked! Of course this was nothing at first but after stalking your magicam profile for a bit it hit him like a magicshift disk that he was falling in love. 

But what should he do? Easy, just flirt your way till you feel confident enough to confess. He may ask Trey a favor or two to help him in his feelings but Trey would give the same advice he gives to everyone when asked about feelings. 

Cater may text his sisters and ask about it but that may just turn into a no since his sisters would just tease him to oblivion, and he would never hear the end of it. So sisters are out of the picture and the family is also out of the picture since his parents would just tell his sister about it. 

So all and all Cater is on his own and honestly he got this.

Leona:

Leona never really dwells into his own feelings of love. It’s kind of like “oh it’s there cool” he’s very much someone who doesn’t show any special treatment to someone they like. Only on rare occasions were he would give you some special treatment. Like demand for naps from you as he quotes “you are the only one who isn’t annoying” 

Ruggie might catch on what Leona is doing and would lightly tease him but would back off when Leona would threaten him. 

If he’s really “bored” he would just straight up tell you and would just kind of go “Oy herbivor are you free this weekend, good meet me at the lounge at 7” that’s it just straight up say “go on a date with me” and be done with it.

Ruggie:

Ruggie really doesn’t have time to dwell on love and relationships as 1) he’s busy with his dorm and taking care of Leona 2) he has family back home to take care so thinking on feelings of love isn’t something he thinks often. 

But one day it just hits him like a magic shift disk and now he has these feelings for you. He would try to ignore it but sometimes it would be just too much for him and he just has to deal with it. Even when doing basic vice dorm head duties all he can think is you and you only. 

Ruggie would absolutely not talk to Leona about it since Leona would just fall asleep on him. Jack on the other hand is a better choice, since Jack may know a thing or two coming from a very loving family. Jack would give some advice or two but can’t really help Ruggie in any way. 

So it’s just up to Ruggie and Jack’s advice to get these lovey dovey feelings out there and to you. 

Jack:

Jack is someone who has no idea what he’s doing and would go straight to his family for help. His younger siblings would give him advice but the advice are just straight up “tell her how you feel and give her this! (hands over a juice box)” His parents on the other hand would tell how they confess to each other and see if that helps him in any way. 

He may also ask Ruggie since Ruggie just radiates big brother energy, and Ruggie would just give examples he saw back home and how he would do it. It wasn’t much help but any help is welcome for Jack. 

Jack would probably keep his feelings in for so long till it’s too much and he does what his parents do when they confess to each other. Simple,sweet, and sincere.

Azul:

It hits Azul so hard that he would be stuck in this cycle of “I don’t like (y/n), Oh gosh I like (y/n), no I love (y/n)” it’s very “fun” to see for Jade and Floyd seeing Azul go through this cycle of I don’t like them but I love them. 

Azul would be so awkward and not know what to do and needs help. The twins are out of the picture because they wouldn’t even help him unless they get something in return. The other Dorm heads wouldn’t really care except probably Riddle and Idia. Idia! He reads so much magna and watches so much anime he should definitely know how to confess to someone. When told this Idia’s eyes lit up as he ran to his manga shelf and pulled like over 20 manga books and set them down in front of Azul. Idia would show Azul his favorite confession scenes and help Azul craft the perfect confession. I don’t think Idia did this because he wants Azul to be happy. I think he did this so he can talk about his favorite manga and anime without someone thinking it’s weird. 

After all that Azul would have a perfect confession planned out and just have to execute it without embarrassing himself. Which will be hard….

Jade:

Jade would completely ignore his feelings of love till it consumes him. He has an image he has to uphold and breaking it could mean not business for the mostro lounge. But once the feelings consume him he would really have to deal with it. 

Even though he has his twin brother and his childhood friend he could go to he wouldn’t do it. Why? Well 1) Floyd would not take it seriously and think of it as a game while 2) Azul would take this as an opportunity to make a contract with Jade. So who could he ask for help? Well maybe other vice dorm heads who he considered a “friend” and that would just be Trey. Trey told Jade the same thing he tells his fellow dorm mates “You have to express your feelings in your own way. If you allow someone else to express your feelings for you then it’s no longer your own feelings it’s that person's feelings” That helped Jade so much. No more asking for help he would just have to do it on his own. 

He would most likely build a really cute terrarium for you and confess in a really sweet but lowkey scary way. 

Floyd:

Floyd would have mixed feelings about everything. Love? Bleegh too many “feelings” , but if he ever gets that feeling of love he would be so confused and disgusted. Like “ew what is this feeling? It’s like nice but weird” 

He would immediately go to Jade and Azul for help, Jade would make Azul promise not to form contracts over this and Azul agress. After all that “no contracts to Floyd, Azul '' they would give him the most honest answer and tell him the most popular way to confess and how to do it. There was a lot of training and preparation for this moment and once Floyd feels comfortable he would put it into action. 

His confession is fiery and passionate and showed another side of floyd no one other than Jade and Azul has ever seen.

Kalim:

Kalim is so love struck when he catches feelings. All he talks about is “(y/n) this (y/n) that” to the point where it’s annoying but sweet. 

He would immediately ask Jamil for help and Jamil would reluctantly agree. Kalim and Jamil would form a perfect way of confessing to you and Kalim would pretty much get his whole dorm involved. After getting so much hyped from his own dorm he’s bouncing with excitement really excited to see your reaction to all of this. 

It was a grand parade in your honor and Kalim would go the extra mile to make it so memorable when he confessed. Poor Jamil would have to make sure Kalim didn’t hurt himself anywhere as he was dancing between legs of elephants and dancing with the peacocks.

Jamil:

Jamil is already really busy with Scarabia and Kalim to focus on himself and his personal feelings. It was one night where he finally got a chance to relax where he reflexes on his feelings. Realizing most of the thoughts was about you, confused Jamil would go more and more on this thought and a crush and feelings for you developed. 

Jamil would absolutely not ask Kalim for help because as soon as Kalim hears about it he would tell the whole world. Which Jamil did not want AT ALL, so he’s going solo on this. He would scan through the internet on ways to confess and one of them is cook/bake their favorite food. 

So that’s what he did, he confessed to you through food. A simple and sweet gesture that would definitely win anyone's heart because 1) it’s Jamil’s cooking and 2) it’s jamil.

Vil:

Being a model and Magicam influence means being in a relationship is pretty much out of the question as you may get “distracted” and work to your full potential. That’s what at least Vil told himself a few months ago but look where we are. Our magicam influencer has caught feelings for a simple person who he thought “wasn’t worth his time” 

He would demand Rook and Epel to help him get rid of these “feelings” so he can go back to work. Rook would be over the moon to help while Epel would be a little reluctant but really excited to help since this is tea that he couldn’t experience back home.  They would help with a very extravagant confession at the most romantic spot in the dorm (Pomefiore is prepared for anything romantic wise) 

Although Rook and Epel planned this extravagant confession, Vil went to a very sweet yet simple confession. Holding your hands and spill out of his feelings for you hoping you reciprocate his feelings.

Rook:

Rook and love go hand in hand, he would be so distracted from his vice dorm head duties and would pretty much focus on you. This would annoy Vil so much because how is he supposed to rule his dorm without his trusty and “loyal” advisor.  

Vil would order Epel to help Rook with his problem so he can get back to vice dorm head duties. Which Epel of course reluctantly agrees to but secretly Epel was really excited. Rook would think of a million ideas to confess to you which Epel would have to get Rook to narrow it down since you can only confess once before it becomes bleh. But Rook wasn’t listening so Epel just had to get Vil to get rook to narrow his ideas to maybe one or two. Which Rook agreed since it is Vil and he’s pretty much a simp for Vil. 

Rook’s confession is very sweet and romantic like straight out of a movie and would be something that the main character would get. Rook really made you feel like the main character.

Epel:

Epel believes having a “Crush” isn’t manly till he gets one. Oh boy this boy can’t talk straight to you without stuttering or blushing. Vil and Rook would see this and swoop in to “help” Epel in his situation. 

Rook and Vil would come up with different ways ranging from a way that a girl would confess, to a mainly hunter-ish way to confess to someone. It was overwhelming to say the least and Epel still had no idea what to do. Epel would also ask his friends but gets nothing since Ace isn’t really a lady’s man, Deuce never had anyone like him before, Jack is intimidating so no one really talks to him, and Sebek is… well Sebek. After everything fails Epel just listens to Jack and does what Jack advises.

And that confession was so sweet and cute that it would melt anyone’s heart. He’s so cute and the blush on his face is so cute.

Idia:

Idia never goes out often so catching feelings is hard, and yet he still got them. It’s super weird but he doesn't ignore those feelings. 

He would call Ortho and Azul to his room for help, azul advice sounded like a business deal and that’s an absolute no no for Idia the last thing Idia needed to remember is his family business. Ortho’s advice made more sense, you watched a lot of manga and anime why don’t you use those for reference. Idia loved that idea so much that his confession was pulled straight from the manga itself. 

When Idia confessed it was so awkward he couldn’t do it the first time and chicken out. After being pushed back to do it again by the octavinelle trio he would confess again and this time he would succeed. His confession was pulled straight from the manga and is super cheesy yet sweet and loving. 

Sebek:

Sebek wanting to be the best servant to Malleus would lock up his feelings and not let them consume him. Yet somehow you were like the prince in sleeping beauty and got through the spiked vines. 

Sebek would immediately ask lilia and his friends for help because this poor boy has no idea what he is doing. Lilia would give the most cheesiest way to confess to someone but hey it’s better than nothing, Malleus has no idea what love really is so he can’t help and Silver is well… asleep as usual. So once Diasomnia isn’t going to help him he would go to his friends which shocked them since when did Sebek have feelings for anyone other than Malleus?! But they would gladly help, as proven before that the 1st year squad have no idea what their doing this shows even more prominent. Like they would try to think how Sebek can confess but in a “Sebek way” if he knows what that even means. Soon he would get just too frustrated and just do it on his own. 

His confession is awkward and simple, but it did get the message through and it was a surprise to see another side of Sebek that no one else has ever seen. Oh and don’t forget all the letters that you have collected due to Sebek sending you so many letters.

Silver:

Silver is someone who would conceal his feelings really well, he wouldn’t tell anyone till he actually needed help. 

And when that time came he would ask his father for help, but Lilia’s tips weren’t really “relavent” to the time. Malleus would over hear this and sit to listen as well, mid way of lilia telling him all the possibilities to confess Silver just went zzZ. Malleus would notice this but not Lilia, so being the good dorm head he wants to be he would write down what lilia was saying and hand it to Silver later. When Silver woke up he saw a note next to him was a step by step instruction on how to confess the “Valley of thorns” way. 

Which is exactly what he did since it is his home and if the heir to the throne says so then he shall put it into action. Yes as you may think it was very cheesy and old timey but it was very adorable to see Silver confess. 

Lilia:

Ahh yes the old man himself after living through 1,000’s of years he would know a thing or two about love right? Yeah outdated love, like all of that was years and years ago some of those confessing techniques are now considered cheesy. 

Since everyone considered the old confession cheesy Lilia had to go to someone who would know how to confess to someone the “modern” and “hip” way. That someone was Cater, always glued to his phone he would most likely know a thing or two. Luckily for Lilia he did! Cater would pull up all the new and trendy ways to confess to someone which gave Lilia so many ideas that he crafted the most perfect yet trendy way to confess to someone. All he had to do is put it into action. 

His confession was exactly how Cater told him to do it. It was very extravagant and very up with the time. You wonder how Lilia who is over 1,000+ years old knows something this relevant ??

Malleus:

Everyone is either scared or hates Malleus so when shows even little of love to Malleus he would hold and protect it at all cost. All in his mind is his love for you and it would consume his head like overgrown vines surrounding a castle. 

To get these overgrown vines to bloom to beautiful flowers he would need help, which luckily for him he has a Guardian (lilia), a ward (silver), and a bodyguard (sebek) to help him. They would all gladly help as finally the mighty Malleus Draconia may find love. Lilia would pull out a thick and dust heavy book to help guide them on their journey, it was just a book full of ancient courting ways that the previous royals have done. Silver would try to stay awake but would fall asleep so much. While Sebek would sit all mumble something along the lines of “I wish that was me” “I want to help the young master”. After much consoling he practiced and hon on the success of this confession. 

His confession was straight out of the textbook and to him he believed it was still “trendy” today. Ahh but his soft side would win anyone’s heart anyway, a side no one except you have seen.

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date”

Hi everyone, how are you all? 

Here is another Fred imagine, I planned on writing a smut but I enjoyed the direction this took, please let me know if you would like another part to this! 

I think if I write a second and third part it will lead to a bit of a steamy chapter. 

Female Reader

Warnings: None

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Fred Weasley wasn’t the kind of guy to catch feelings. He had his fun with girls who were up for it, but after a few fucks he’d cut them off and move on to the next. The cycle had done him good the last two years, and he didn’t intent to break it during his last year. But boy, was he in for a shock.  

Fred was stood on the platform saying goodbye to his mum when something caught his eye, well, someone caught his eye.  She was beautiful, her hair was tied up into a cute messy bun, her glasses stood on the tip of her nose, her small hand moving to push them further up as she smiled at the woman she was with. Her smile was gorgeous, and Fred couldn’t help but smile whilst he looked at her.  

She definitely wasn’t in Rons year, or Ginny's, but she didn’t look younger than them. He moved away from his mum whilst she wrapped her arms around George, standing with Harry, Ron and Hermione he thought he’d ask them if they knew her.  

“Hey Hermione, who’s that girl over there, with the glasses”, Hermione turned her head in your direction, “Oh, that’s Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a year above us, Hufflepuff I believe, why?”.  

“Just wondering”  

“Oooo, Fred’s got a crush” Ron laughed loudly.  

“Fred’s got a crush, Who?” Molly said loudly as she looked around the platform.

Fred groaned before shoving Ron, “No one mum, we better get on the train before it’s too late. Love you mum, c’mon George” he made his way on to the train, checking behind him for Y/N but she was nowhere to be seen.  

The majority of the train ride to Hogwarts was spent catching up with Lee, Angie, Kaitie and Alicia. The time during the ride came where they had to get into their robes, George and Fred went first down towards the changing compartments on the train, they went a bit earlier than normal so not many people were waiting. They were stood outside discussing their first prank of the year when Fred noticed Y/N walking towards him.  

“Yeah mate, I got the map off Harry so we should be....” Fred stopped mid-sentence when he saw Y/N, mesmerised by the way she moved so gracefully down the train.  George looked behind him, following Freds’s eyeline and smirked when he saw her.  

“You’ve not got a chance mate” he laughed and snapped Fred out of his daydream.  

“oh yeah? Whys that?” he said, a bit more aggressive than he should have.  

“Well look at her and then look at you Freddie, that pretty much sums it up” George ruffled his hair.  

“Are you remembering that we are identical twins”  

“Oh, fuck, yeah, so we are” George laughed “point proven even more, because I definitely wouldn’t stand a chance”.  

Fred shook his hand and smacked his shoulder when you got closer. They both turned to look at Y/N as she got closer, “Hi guys” she smiled, raising her hand giving them a soft wave.  

“Hi, you alright?” George asked, returning her smile, “yeah I’m not too bad thanks, yourself?”.  

“I’m good thanks, I’m George Weasley” he held his hand out for her to shake, “I’m Y/n Y/L/N” she peered over George's shoulder towards Fred, “and you are?”  

Fred tried to speak, he really did but he was distracted by her. Her doe eyes staring up at him and her lips were slightly glossy, he wanted to feel those lips against his, her hand was held out to shake his and Fred couldn’t get over how soft they looked.  

“ech hem” George cleared his throat and shoved Fred.  

“What..shit sorry, I’m Fred” he placed his hand in hers, they were even softer than he imagined. The door to the changing compartment opened and Cedric Diggory walked out.  

He nodded at the two boys before spotting Y/N and wrapping his arms around her, “alright trouble, how was your summer?”.  

George slipped into the changing room and Fred stood awkwardly beside them, “it was good thanks Cedric, how was yours?”, “Eh yeah it was alright thanks babe, spent a couple weeks in Italy” he smiled down at her fixing his tie.  

Fred couldn’t help but listen in on their conversation, the way Cedric called her babe made him a bit uncomfortable. How had he never noticed her before today? Surely, they’ve seen each other around schools or at parties?

“I’m jealous, I’d love to go to Italy, I’ve seen pictures, it really looks beautiful” Fred loved listening to the way she spoke, her voice like silk.  

“You should definitely go if you get the opportunity, I’ll maybe take you one day if you want” he winked at her and Y/N laughed lightly “I'll hold you to that Diggory”.  

“You better, I better get back to the boys but find me during the feast yeah?” he said and walked off down the train when he got a nod from her.

Y/N turned her attention back to Fred, “so how’re you Fred?” she turned her body and tilted her head up to look up at him.  

Fred was shocked that she was starting up a conversation with him “I’m good thanks yeah” his voice came out a bit squeaky to start with, he cleared his throat, blushing, internally smacking himself “how about yourself?”.  

Y/N grinned up at him and his blushing state “I’m good thank you, excited to get back to school, I’ve kind of missed it”.  

“I know what you mean, trust me when you live in a house with a family as big as mine, the space alone at Hogwarts is enough to have you craving being back” he laughed.  

“I’ve heard there is a lot of you Weasleys, how many of yous are there?” she fiddled with clothes in her hand.  

“Well, there’s mum and dad, and then my older brothers Bill, Charlie and Percy, then myself and George and then Ron and Ginny” Freds face lit up slightly whilst he talked about his family, Y/N couldn’t help but smile up at him when she noticed.  

“I’ve met Ginny before, she’s lovely” Y/N said, “actually I think I’ve met your brother Charlie before, does he work in Romania?” she questioned, and Fred raised his eyebrows, curious as to how she knew Charlie.  

Just as Fred was about to answer George came out of the compartment, “all yours brother”, “eh yeah mate, I’ll meet you back at the compartment.”

George raised his eyebrow, the stare he got back from Fred was a clear ‘fuck off’, he smirked and said goodbye to Y/N before heading back down the train.  

Fred turned back to Y/N “yeah Charlie does work in Romania, how’d you know that?”.  

“My brother Thomas works there too, you’ve maybe met him, they’ve been good friends since school”. Fred did indeed know Thomas; he’d met him a few times actually.  

“No way? Yeah, I know Thomas, he’s a good lad” Fred said and noticed a group of first years coming towards the compartment. “You’d better go get changed, first years are coming down”. It was well known that groups of first years often stopped older students who were at the compartments and bombarded them with eager questions about Hogwarts.

Y/N turned behind her and groaned, “it’s okay, you go first, you were here before me”.  

“Trust me, you go first, more likely to ask you questions with you looking all cute and innocent than are with big old me” he laughed not realising that he had called her cute.  

Y/N blushed slightly before nodding and making her way into the compartment. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she got changed, of course she knew who Fred and George were, they were the famous Hogwarts pranksters. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a crush on him, she’d fancied him since her third year and the fact he just called her cute had her blushing.  

She pulled her knee-high socks over her legs, she looked at herself in the mirror and she was quite excited for Fred to see her when she walked out, not that she thought he’d have any interest in her, she just thought she looked hot.  

She had on her usual white shirt with the top three buttons undone, her black skirt which was a bit shorter than last year, her yellow and black tie was wrapped loosely round her neck, her socks stopped just above her knee and she had simple black pumps on.  

As she opened the compartment door, Fred couldn’t help but look her up and down, not only did she look beautiful, but she also looked so fucking sexy. Her hair was a bit messier than it was on the platform but he kinda liked it even more and her glassed were resting on top of her head. She pulled them down onto her nose and looked up to Fred. He bit his lip to stop himself from smirking down at her. Y/N winked at him, mouthing a thank you before making her way back to her compartment.  

-

During the first two weeks Fred had been noticing Y/N all over school, he may or may not have been using the map to see where she was. He’d often see her out by the lake herself or in the library and would ‘just so happen’ to find himself in those places when she was there. Fred wasn’t a stalker, he wasn’t even close to it, he just really enjoyed her company and as time went on, he learned that she enjoyed his company to.  

They got a lot closer and soon they were even arranging to meet, Fred often keeping her company whilst she studied or them spending time out in the gardens having little picnics or watching the stars at night.  

Now I know what you’re thinking, they sound like dates, but they were not dates. Fred didn’t date.

Fred had noticed that he was starting to care about Y/N, quite a bit actually, but he didn’t act on it. He figured it was just because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, that was mainly due to the fact that all his attention was on Y/N.  

In all honesty Fred was starting to fancy her, he loved spending time together, he loved their deep chats and flirty banter, he loved the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed and the little snorts she would make when she found one of his jokes particularly funny. He also found himself getting a bit jealous, watching her throughout meals laughing with the idiots in Hufflepuff or when she had to cancel her plans because one of the prefect boys needed a partner for their patrols.  

-

On this particular day, Fred was stood waiting for Y/N to meet him, they had planned to go for a swim down at the lake with George and Lee. He heard footsteps and looked up, only to see Y/N walking down the steps with Cedric.  

She was in a little sun dress which highlighted all the beautiful curves of her body. Her hair was in two braids and her regular glasses had been swapped for a pair of sunglasses on top of her head.

She jumped from the last step and wrapped her arms around Fred, he gripped her hips tightly “Hiya Freddie, ready for a swim?” her cheerful voice mumbled into his neck.  

He put her down on the floor and grinned down at her “of course I am.”, he looked over at Cedric “you alright mate?”.  

Cedric frowned slightly “yeah thanks, yourself? Didn’t realise you were coming swimming”.  

Fred couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, “yeah I’m good, better now this ones finally ready for a swim”, he winked at Y/N before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “better get to the lake before George and Lee get bored of waiting”.  

Freds smirk quickly left his face while he watched Y/N and Cedric in the water, she had her arms wrapped around him, trying to push him under the water but Cedric just laughed as he dunked them both under the water.  

“Stop being a moody git and ask her out” George splashed Fred, “sitting there with a face like a slapped arse isn’t doing anyone any good, and if I'm honest, Lee and I are getting fed up with that frown on your face. Plus, you can’t keep leading her on forever”

Fred wiped the water out of his eyes before splashing George back, “I don’t ask girls out” he stated bluntly “that’s how things get complicated and what do you mean leading her on?”  

“You know exactly what I mean” George raised his voice slightly before lowering it again “You’ve heard the rumours going round about how the ‘famous prankster’ Fred Weasley is actually settling down, all these little dates you have just lead her on”.

“We don’t go on dates, we hang out”  

“ha sure, nights under the stars and romantic walks into Hogsmeade aren't dates. You need to decide what you want with her, if you don’t want anything serious then you need to leave her alone to flirt with Cedric”, George swam away over to Lee and wrapped his arms around him to get a piggyback.  

Fred moved to sit on the grass beside the lake, did he want something more than a friendship with Y/N? It was clear they fancied each other, was he really leading her on?  

He made his way back up to the castle, leaving them at the lake, he needed some time to decide what he wanted.  

Y/N was splashing around the lake with the boys when she noticed Fred was missing, “Hey George, where's Fred gone?” he shrugged his shoulders and started splashing Lee again.  

Cedric pulled Y/N closer to him by her waist “I wouldn't worry Y/N, he’s a big boy” Y/N frowned at Cedric before giggling when he tickled her sides.  

“Come with me to look for him?” she asked and started walking back towards the grass, Cedric groaned but followed anyway.  

“Why don’t we go grab a snack from the kitchen and get changed and then you can find him at dinner? I wanted some time alone with you today..if im being honest”  

“Fineeeeee” she dragged out her words as she wrapped her towel around her.  

-

Fred was laid in his bed, thinking about everything that had happened over the last few weeks, George was right, it wasn’t fair to lead her on, but Fred knew for sure that he wanted her to be his – the thought of her being with someone else made him sick to his stomach.  

He thought it over and decided that the only difference would be the labels and he kind of hoped that if lads knew she was his then they’d stop flirting with her. They already went on dates and the thought of finally getting to kiss her and hold her just made the idea even more appealing.  

He stood up off his bed deciding to make his way back to the lake. When he reached the corridor by the kitchen, he turned the corner and he saw Y/N against the wall with Cedric in front of her. His elbow resting on the wall above her head as his other hand pushes some of her baby hairs out of her face. Her little giggle echoed through the hall and Freds heart broke at the sight, crumbling when Cedric placed a soft and delicate kiss to her cheek.  

Part Two