#sorry i know this is late but i was busy with schoolwork

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Can I please get some headcanon fluff of Riddle or Lilia with a gn reader who’s struggling to catch up on schoolwork due to anxiety? Thanks a bunch! X

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You Struggling With Schoolwork

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . angst/comfort - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] riddle . lilia

- [𝐩:𝐬] Anxiety/Mental health struggles . Mentions of academic stress and burnout . Crying/Emotional distress . Discussion of perfectionism/Pressure to perform

Note: Sorry for the late posts this week guys... hope this makes up for it! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

Riddle Rosehearts

The sharp knock at your door is almost perfectly timed—precise, firm, and unmistakably Riddle’s.

“May I come in?” he calls gently, and the concern in his voice isn’t lost on you. You hesitate, glancing down at the pile of textbooks spread across your desk, your untouched assignments, and your trembling hands. You hadn’t responded to his messages all day, and that alone was enough to make him worry.

You manage a weak, “Yeah,” and the door creaks open.

Riddle steps inside, carrying a small tray with tea, a scone, and a crisp napkin folded just so. He places it on your desk without a word, his eyes taking in the disarray—open books with frantic notes, red-inked grades, your frayed expression.

“You’ve been hiding this from me.” His voice is soft, but there’s an undercurrent of emotion—hurt, but also immense care.

You try to speak, to explain how it’s not just the workload but the weight of trying to meet expectations—his, the professors’, even your own—and how every assignment feels like a mountain when your brain is caught in a storm.

But before the words can tumble out, Riddle crouches in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

“I should have seen the signs,” he says, more to himself than to you. “The skipped meals, the messages getting shorter… I let myself think you were just busy. But you’re overwhelmed.”

Tears sting your eyes at his understanding, and his thumbs softly brush over your knuckles.

“I know how crushing the rules and expectations can be,” he continues. “I lived my life by them for so long, thinking perfection was the only path to being worthy.”

He meets your eyes then, and there’s a fierce protectiveness there.

“You don’t have to be perfect. Not for me. Not for anyone. If something feels too heavy, I will help you carry it. You are not alone in this.”

He insists on sitting with you for the rest of the evening—not to force you to study, but to gently organize your notes, help you build a realistic plan, and most of all, just be there. Between sips of tea and quiet affirmations, he reminds you over and over again:

“You are doing enough. You are enough.”

And somehow, with him by your side, the pressure eases. Just a little. But enough to breathe.

Lilia Vanrouge

You’re in the library long past sundown, curled up at one of the far corners where no one usually wanders. Your notes are scattered, pages stained with the occasional smudge from your tears. The shadows feel safer than facing how behind you’ve fallen. Anxiety clings like cobwebs—thin, invisible, suffocating.

“Now what do we have here?” comes a light, melodic voice that doesn’t match the gravity of your thoughts.

Lilia floats down from a high shelf—literally—having apparently spotted you while playfully stalking between bookcases. His boots make no sound as he lands, but his eyes—bright, ancient, knowing—lock onto your face with immediate concern.

“Oh, little one,” he murmurs, his teasing tone falling away.

You try to sit up, to hide the panic in your expression, but he’s already crouched beside you, his gloved hand reaching to tuck your hair gently behind your ear.

“I can smell the storm on you,” he says, and somehow it doesn’t sound strange. Not from Lilia. “All tangled thoughts and racing heartbeat.”

You finally break, sobbing softly into your arms. You didn’t want to burden him—you thought you could manage it on your own. But Lilia just holds you, humming a low lullaby in a language you don’t know but feel deep in your bones. Time seems to warp around him. There’s no pressure to speak, no expectation to explain.

After a long silence, he says, “You mortals put such pressure on yourselves. Deadlines, ranks, marks on parchment. But none of those things define you. You, my darling, are not a test score.”

You lift your head, blinking at him. “But I’m falling behind. Everyone else is—”

He puts a finger to your lips. “Shhh.” His smile returns, soft and mysterious. “Let me teach you a trick. I’ve lived long enough to know that life is not a race. It’s a dance. Some steps are fast, some are slow, and sometimes... you sit the song out and rest.”

Then he conjures up a little magic—a glowing, dancing orb that spins your study materials into neat stacks and gently highlights your upcoming assignments. “We’ll break it down together,” he promises. “A bit today, a bit tomorrow. And a whole lot of sweets in between.”

Lilia, despite his playful persona, becomes your anchor. He checks in with daily surprise visits, sneaking in enchanted snacks and encouraging notes hidden in your books. He doesn't coddle, but he doesn’t let you spiral, either. He believes in you with an ageless patience, never rushing your healing or growth.

“Even the strongest minds need rest,” he’ll say, kissing your temple. “And the kindest hearts, like yours, deserve a gentle pace.”

[kjhbsies]

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Football Player!Ellie x Classy fem!reader

synopsis: As you and Ellie started to get to know each other, deeper connections started forming. And before you knew it, you were falling deep with the university's football team captain in ways that you couldn't even imagine, opening up your heart with the possibility of love at an unexpected time. But just as you began to put down your defenses, your world was shattered by the devastating revelation. Knowing that the kiss that sparked romance between you and Ellie was nothing more but a cruel bet orchestrated by her teammates.

wordcount: 4, 147 PART I: PART II : PART IV author's note: hello, guys! sorry for taking this long to update another chapter. I've decided to make this in four parts since it'll take much longer to publish if I fit everything in here. I just want to express my gratitude for your support of my stories. Lately, I've been struggling to find the inspiration and energy to write, and I couldn't finish everything in just one sitting. To add, I've been very busy with schoolwork and everything, hence why it took so long to upload the third chapter. thank you so much for understanding, and happy reading!!

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After the game was done, Ellie, along with her teammates, was bombarded by different school journalists to ask about the game. Everyone was encircling her, watching her speak passionately about the different strategies and plans that her team came up with while they were playing. She made sure to express gratitude to her supporters, along with Joel, Dina, Jesse, and you, of course.

Everyone watched Ellie in awe as she walked away as if entranced by her whole being. She has this magnetic aura that no one can resist. Even you.

The whole locker room was buzzed, as everyone was singing their university’s hymn after winning, tapping and praising everyone for their cooperation and relentless training.

“And of course, for our best captain, Ellie Williams, we couldn’t forget about the little speech you’ve said earlier. It was… heartwarming.” Alex looked at Ellie with a pout while hugging herself. Everyone roared in laughter, making Ellie smirk and shake her head.

“Well, I’m about to make my second win for the day, fellas!” Ellie exclaimed.

“Are you sure?” Alex wiggled her eyebrows. “I already have the 50 dollars in my pockets; I’m just waiting for you to fulfill the challenge.”

“Transfer that to my account tonight because the party won’t be over until I kiss Y/n.” Ellie laughed loudly before dabbing her teammate beside her. Everyone expressed their excitement for tonight’s party, not noticing the presence of the three players from the Golden Lions, who had heard their conversation from the start.

The laughs and cheers in the locker room stopped as Ellie spotted the opposing team’s captain, Natalie, along with her two teammates standing at both sides. They didn’t even bother changing their uniforms, and Ellie could tell how pissed they are. And so she put on her cocky smirk, as she strides to them.

“There’s a sign that it’s only for the Rising Phoenixes’ locker room. You three don’t belong here. You know why?” Ellie leaned at Natalie, “Because you all are losers.” She smiled before standing straight.

Natalie scoffed. “You should really enjoy your victory today, Williams, because it won’t be too long.”

“Oh yeah?” Ellie’s tip of her tongue traced the insides of her cheek, watching them with an amused face,

“Maybe we can’t beat you in football-”

“Yeah, that’s a fact. You’ve tried everything today, and props for that because I could see how you all struggled to take me down. But failed, embarrassingly.”

“But I know something that could ruin you.” Natalie continued before smiling. “You should take care. I’ll see you soon… tonight.” She took one look at all of them before walking away swiftly.

Ellie’s eyes trailed their steps until they were gone from her sight. She scoffed, finding the interaction ridiculous. Paying no mind to it, she just shrugged and laughed without giving a single fuck about her rival’s speech.

Besides, no one could ruin her.

…Right?

Ellie has been fidgety the whole time. She couldn’t tell if it was her nerves fucking with her because she was about to do something that half of her mind has been telling her not to, or that her veins had been pumped with so much energy and confidence to do it.

She’s asking you out. Finally. And she’s going to take you inside the stupid, crowded club that her coach rented for the night so that they could celebrate with whoever they like, as long as they wanted to. He’s got the drinks all settled and even rented the best DJ in the town. But Ellie somewhat cursed herself for inviting you to such a shitty place because that is not an ideal first date.

“I told you, it’s fine.” You smiled at her before touching her leather jacket-clad arm.

“It’s not well thought off. I mean, I never really considered that taking a girl out to an after-party would be great. We could go somewhere else if you want to, tonight. Like a— like a dinner in some private hotel, maybe?” She blabbered.

“No, no, I’m good.” You shook your head. “I want to meet your friends, too, okay?”

Ellie scoffed, faking her sudden nervousness with a quivering smile. The thought of you meeting her friends who knew about the bet involving you makes her head suddenly spin. She never really paid much attention to what would happen tonight, and it suddenly made her want to back out. She’s been cocky the whole day, bragging to everyone that she could just do it without batting an eye just like what they did to any other girls she’s been with before. Besides, that’s what everyone knew Ellie for.

But not this time; it’s different.

Something is looming behind Ellie’s back like a storm waiting to pour and wash her away, maybe even leaving her devastated. Maybe they were right — the field was her kingdom, but despite owning different battles, there was something Ellie couldn’t have — you.

“This is my first time going out with a girl. Yes, I don’t usually go to clubs, but, something bad is not going to happen there, right?” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for her answer. Ellie swore she could feel a mini heart attack.

She answered with a shaky chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. It’s all safe.”

You beamed, “Great! It’s a date, then?”

“Yeah. It surely is.” Ellie offered a warm smile before walking to you. She touched your arm, down to your delicate hands, holding it gently, slowly intertwining her fingers to yours. Her heartbeat tripled as she stared at it, a warm feeling gushing through her veins. For a minute, she completely forgot her sole motive.

Seeing how every inch of you fits perfectly onto hers made her want to just throw everything at the window and just be with you.

Everything was going well until Ellie decided to just think of the many possibilities to ruin it all.

You never really hate going to clubs, but if you’re going to pick between going into one or listening to Abby explaining astrobiology and neuroscience for hours, you’d pick the latter.

You are welcomed by the loud beating of sounds in the speakers, as well as the buzz of noises between the people dancing and drinking, of which 99% of the population you don’t know. Being with Ellie made you two the center of attention as you walked inside, and suddenly, you were conscious of every single thing in yourself.

Maybe your choice of dress wasn’t appropriate for this, or maybe they could sense how weird it was for Ellie to be hanging out with you, which is why they were staring.

Ellie must’ve noticed how your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, and that’s when she took your hands into hers. She squeezed it as she looked at you with a smile.

“Hey, don’t be tense.”

“I know, it’s just… everyone is staring.” You gave a glance at those girls who looked like they would rip your heart from your chest if they had a chance.

“They’re staring because they wish you were them.”

You looked at her and smiled. Ellie slowly put her right hand on your waist, carefully guiding you as you two walked slowly. Your heart leaped at her action, and you swore you could feel your hands sweating.

Ellie’s eyes caught her teammates drinking in a corner, and staring back at her was Alex, with her cocky grin and playful eyes. Ellie’s heart thrummed as she smirked, holding the glass of alcohol to greet her. But Ellie wouldn’t let her see right through her. So she gave her best to show a cocky smile as if her head wasn’t full of so many thoughts about this messed up game.

“Oh, hey!” Dina greeted the two of you. Beside her was Jesse, who was eating a slice of pizza messily. “Congratulations, bitch!” Dina hugged Ellie tightly, squeezing her.

“That’s alright.” Ellie pushed her friend off of her.

“Congrats, man. That was good.” Jesse went on to raise his fist, and Ellie went on to bump it.

Ellie scoffed. “Didn’t even have to break a limb for me to win.” She said in a mischievous tone, which made the three of you roll your eyes.

Dina shook her head before turning her attention to yours. “Hi, Y/n. How are you?”

You smiled at her, “I’m fine. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you two.” You took a peek at Jesse, who nodded at you. “Hi, Jesse.”

“Hey.” He answered with a mouthful of food.

Dina turned at her with a glare. “What did I tell you about not talking while your mouth is full?” She hissed.

Jesse was about to open his mouth, but Dina immediately smacked him. He then went to raise both of his hands in defeat and slowly walked away.

“I’m just gonna go get our drinks. Will you be fine with her?” Ellie touched your arm.

“Yes, yes, no problem.” You nodded, and Ellie did too, before slowly walking to where Alex was.

“Oh my god, it’s great to see you again.” Dina grabbed your wrist, and you two sat in a lounge.

“I know, I’ve been really busy these past few months. I’ve just been wondering why I never see you in uni.”

“Tell me about it. My schedule is fully packed.” She rolled her eyes. “By the way, you and Ellie, huh?” Dina nudged you lightly, making you smile.

“Yeah… I guess. I mean, is it always hard tagging along with her? Ever since I’ve walked inside, everyone’s been eyeing me, and that is not a good thing.” You glanced at those group of girls who were staring at you while whispering at each other.

“You’ll get used to it. I mean, it’s Ellie.”

“Right.” You nodded.

“You know what’s crazy?” She asked, and you raised both of your brows, waiting for her to continue. “Ellie thought you were straight.”

Your eyes and mouth widened in disbelief. “What? No way!”

“Yes, way.” She nods repeatedly.

“I’m not!” You laughed. “I like both genders.”

“Figured it out when you can’t stop staring at Ms. Nina.”

“Ms. Nina.” You two say in sync before laughing loudly. “She’s hot, though.”

“I know.” Dina smiled.

You sighed, looking at Ellie. And Dina seemed to follow the line of your gaze.

“Do you like her?” Dina asked you, making your head turn to glance at her.

“I…” You opened your mouth, trying to form a single sentence to answer her question. But you couldn’t.

Dina’s eyes softened. You two shared a meaningful stare at each other.

And both of you knew that you were in so deep with Ellie.

Ellie reluctantly walked beside Alex while she was pouring drinks into the glass.

“It’s just one click away, and then it’ll be transferred to your account.” Alex showed her phone.

“Please shut the fuck up and don’t ruin this for me,” Ellie said sternly.

“I’m not, cap.” Alex scoffed. “I would like for you to succeed, even though it’ll cost some money for me.” She shrugged.

“Then go away and let me do it in peace. Don’t stare at me like a creep.” Ellie glared while picking up the drinks.

“How do I know if you did kiss her? I mean, it’ll be too much if we all watched, right?”

“I’ll kill you. Really.” Ellie’s jaw clenched. “I’ll ask her to go out later. You can send the money if you can’t see us for an hour already.”

“Right.” Alex laughed.

Ellie took one last glare at her before going over to where you and Dina at.

“Well, be careful, okay?” She overheard Dina.

“Why?”

“I-”

“Hey, I’m back.” Ellie sat beside you. She gave you and Dina a glass. “It’s tequila, I think.”

“You think?” You smiled before taking a sip.

“What were you two talking about?” She smiled before looking over at Dina, who was staring at her with dead eyes. Ellie’s jaw clenched as she stared back, the two of them fighting with no words being exchanged.

“Nothing.” You answered. “Just stuff back then at the camp.” You gave a tight-lipped smile.

Ellie nodded, falling silently. Quietness fills the air for a minute, and you can sense the thick tension forming in the air. Your heart thrummed, feeling like you’d be sick. You took a huge sip from the glass, wanting to drown the thoughts of you liking Ellie away. Hell, you don’t even know if she’d reciprocate your feelings. She’s Ellie. The mighty Ellie Williams that everyone thought was out of your reach.

She’s far up high, and you’re… just there.

“I’m gonna go find Jesse,” Dina said, standing abruptly. “Take care.” She says silently, her eyes lingering on you for a hot minute that Ellie notices.

You two were sitting side by side, watching Dina until she went to the sea of people, finding her boyfriend. You can sense Ellie getting tense, and you can’t fully comprehend why.

“If she says anything stupid, don’t believe her,” Ellie says, looking at you.

“What kind of stupid thing will she say about you?” You chuckled, finding her ridiculous. “Have you done something?”

Ellie swore she could feel her heart jumping in her chest for a second. Her breath hitched at your question, and she thanked the universe that you couldn’t see how her reaction mildly changed because of the dim lights. “No, nothing.”

“Good.” You took a sip once again, shoulders slacking down in relief.

“How are you feeling so far?” Ellie leaned toward you as the music got louder, and everyone just started dancing.

“Still doing great. I like watching people do wild things.”

Ellie snickered, “Well, that’s clubbing for you.”

You laughed.

“Wanna dance?” Ellie stood up, offering her tattooed hand at yours.

“Why yes, darling.” You smiled, and the two of you squeezed each other on the dance floor.

The music switched up to your liking as ABBA started playing. You took a huge sip of one of the drinks that the waiter offered to you, and Ellie watched in amusement. After finishing your glass, Ellie dragged you to the middle.

She sways her hips playfully, making you laugh hard. You took her hand and spun her around, almost making her trip. Ellie has never laughed genuinely like this but is glad to experience it with you. After minutes of tossing around, swaying each other, and singing your hearts out, you two decided to stop breathlessly.

“That was so good. I never expected you to dance!” You nudged her playfully.

“Me either. This is so fun.” Ellie plopped down on the chair, resting her head on it. She felt you sitting beside her, mimicking her position.

The two of you didn’t speak for a second, eyes only trained at the ceiling while still catching your breaths. Ellie took a glance at your flushed face and could swear that you were glowing. For a minute, she debated asking you the one thing she wanted to do ever since.

“Do you wanna go out?”

You craned your neck to look back at her, meeting her green eyes. “To do what?”

Ellie shrugged, effortlessly lying her way through it. “Unwind.”

“Okay.” You stood up, and so did she. And the two of you slowly walked through the door.

Ellie glanced back, meeting two pairs of eyes staring right at her.

It was Dina and Alex, with opposite reactions painted on their faces.

You and Ellie sat on a bench, feeling the wind blowing through your hair, making you slightly shiver.

“Did you have a good time?” Ellie asked, looking at you.

“Yes. More than I ever expected.” You smiled, staring right back at her. “But I do have a question and it’s been bugging me after Dina and I talked.”

“What is it?” Ellie immediately sat straight, the sick feeling starting to rise in her throat again.

“Why did you think I’m straight?”

Ellie stared at you for a second before loudly bursting out in laughter. So hard that she started to clench her hands at her stomach, as she could feel it hurting.

“What’s so funny?” You asked frustratingly.

Ellie stopped, wiping the tears from her eyes before looking at you again who was now pouting. “Well, for starters, you look like one.”

“Oh fuck,” You squeezed your eyes shut while chuckling. “I’m not, though. Just to clear things up. I’m a girl kisser but I never kissed one.”

“Then you’re not a certified one.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yup, you still have to kiss a girl to prove it.” Ellie nods repeatedly.

“Then who’d you suggest, hm?” You looked around, trying to spot someone. “That girl?” You pointed out the one who was arguing with her friend outside the house.

Ellie grimaced. “Nah. Think about someone close to you.”

“Abby?”

“No, Y/n.”

“Oh! Nora!”

“No,” Ellie whined. “Like- like me!” She exclaimed, pointing her fingers at her chest.

Both of your brows rose, shocked at what your friend had said. “Like you, huh?” A small smirk started forming at the corners of your mouth.

Ellie’s freckled cheeks blushed hard, something that she had never experienced for years. She quickly looked away, unable to speak for a minute. “Would you kiss me?” She asked, her voice getting smaller.

Your head whipped to her side, looking at her. She’s still staring at the road in front of you two, refusing to gaze back at you. You lightly bit your lips before answering, “Yeah. I would.”

Caught off guard by your answer, both of your hearts raced at what you’ve said. Ellie felt a subtle change in the atmosphere between the two of you. Your eyes showed a mixture of curiosity and amusement that Ellie could not decipher.

The idea of kissing Ellie has never once crossed your mind. Sure, sometimes you’d think of her before you go to bed or admire her while she’s not looking, but that’s completely normal, right? Right?

Still, at the back of your head, you couldn’t stop thinking what her lips would taste like. Does she kiss gently or roughly? Will she hold your cheeks or your hand? And why does the thought of it make you feel something?

As the two of you sit quietly, Ellie wrestles with a feeling of conflict. She’s supposed to do it – just simply kiss you, walk away like she always does, and then she’ll get the money. She’ll get to prove to everyone that she can get whoever she wants.

And then what will she do after?

Ellie’s heart suddenly turned cold. She could imagine you resent her if you knew that everything was just a mere bet. That your kiss equals to her pride, nothing more. With each passing second, the weight on Ellie’s chest grew heavier, and her breath was rigid as she tried to weigh her decisions before taking action.

Ruin her image, or ruin your friendship?

As Ellie’s mind races with doubts and fears, she feels a hand gently touching her cheek. Ellie’s eyes met yours, and with a fleeting moment, before she could even register what was happening, you kissed her.

Ellie suddenly stood still, eyes widening for a bit before realizing that you were the one who initiated the kiss. At that moment, Ellie felt a surge of warmth roaming around her veins, and before she knew it, she was returning the kiss with so much passion and longing, something that she never knew she could feel with someone.

Your lips were soft, and they seemed to fit Ellie’s perfectly. Her hands were slowly raising your face, cupping both of your cheeks to deepen the kiss.

This was your first time kissing someone, not to mention that it was Ellie — the girl who was in everyone’s wet dreams. And to your surprise, it did shock you that your lips had found a rhythm that perfectly matched with hers.

You slowly broke the kiss, trying to grasp air as it left you breathless. You looked at Ellie, whose expression you could not decipher. You started to panic, thinking that you had overstepped her boundaries.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know why I did that.” You said, shaking your head repeatedly while looking at her.

“No, it’s fine,” Ellie said, holding both of your hands as she sensed how her reaction may have looked from your perspective. But before the two of you can say anything, the loud roaring of a car has caught both of your attention. You two realized that it was coming in front of you as the blinding lights of it were getting nearer.

You held your hands up to your eyes as you were squinting to take a look at the car before it stopped.

“What the fuck?” Ellie cursed under her breath as she saw a familiar figure.

It was Natalie, with a smug smile painted across her face.

“Williams!” She said with a glee expression.

Ellie stood abruptly, irritated by her unwanted presence. You looked up at the two girls before walking beside Ellie, holding her arm with both of your hands. This made the blonde girl, the Golden Lions’ team captain, Natalie, catch her attention.

“Ah, I see. Did you finally do it?” Natalie asked, flashing her teeth.

“Did what?” Ellie asked in a stoic tone, not grasping what she was talking about.

“The bet!” She exclaimed happily, gesturing both of her hands in the air.

Ellie felt herself drowning with a bucket full of ice. Her eyes immediately widened, and her palms grew clammy, while a cold sweat trickled down her forehead. Ellie felt the grip of your hands that were clinging onto her arm were slowly getting lost. She took a glance at your face, a wave of a creeping sense of dread clawing up her throat, making it difficult to swallow as she found you staring at her with a mixture of deep curiosity and anger slowly seeping into your veins.

“What bet?” You asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” Natalie scratched her head. “I didn’t know that she hadn’t told you about it.”

“Fuck you, man!” Ellie lunged forward, fisting Ellie’s shirt with her strong grip that the girl almost lost her balance. Ellie’s jaw was clenched, her other hand was shaking with so much anger, and her vision was almost turning red as she struggled to contain her madness.

But Natalie did not waver, instead, she still looked at Ellie with a challenging stare. “Why don’t you tell her?”

Your heart clenched, and a sense of doubt was gnawing at her mind, slowly fully consuming her brain. “Tell me what?”

Ellie did not speak, instead, she kept her eyes trained on Natalie for a minute.

“Ellie, what was she saying? What bet is it?” You walked beside her, pulling her shoulder to make her look at you. This made Ellie drop Natalie.

A heavy weight settled in your chest, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you searched for Ellie’s eyes, but she wasn’t– or couldn’t look at you. A deep sense of shame washed over Ellie’s mind, feeling like her conscience was slowly eating her out fully. Ellie wouldn’t look at you as she was afraid to see your face. She couldn’t bear facing what she had done. She’s afraid that it might hurt her much more than it does to you.

“Ah, since she can’t tell you, I will.” Natalie interrupted, making your head whip at her. “Ellie and her teammates were betting that she could get to kiss you for fifty dollars.” She smirked before looking at you from head to toe. “It must be insulting that you only cost fifty fucking dollars when you look like that.” Natalie walked to Ellie, whispering in her ear. “I want you to remember this day, Williams. You might beat everyone in football, but no one is going to stay with you because you are a heartless fucker.” She said before walking away.

You looked at Ellie, a sense of loss filling your heart, leaving you with nothing. Small tears started streaming down your face, making you somewhat unable to see. You felt as though a sharp dagger had plunged into your chest, leaving you gutted and raw.

“Was that true?” You asked, almost in a whisper.

Ellie bit her lips, her chest feeling tight as if a weight was pressed down on her heart, making her unable to breathe. “I…”

A small sound of notification sound from her phone stopped her from talking. It was a notification from her online bank account. The screen displayed the amount of “50 dollars” with a note:

“Take her to bed, and I’ll double it. ;)))) -A”

You looked at Ellie with bitterness and resentment.

“Listen-”

You shook your head, stepping away from her.

“You are not the person I believed you to be.”

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[pastryfication]

the one i’ve been missing

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

part two of my advent celebration

the name ollie bearman had in the last year become a household name. from the moment he crossed the finish line in saudi arabia, he went from an almost unknown 18 year old, to everyone even remotely interested in formula 1 knowing his name.

it was a huge change in his life, a very overwhelming change, and even more so because you weren’t there most of the time.

schoolwork had consumed you more than ever and his new role with ferrari had consumed him, leaving you with almost no time together, and it had led to a long distance experience you wouldn’t recommend anyone.

last year, he had been able to come home and spend time with you in every break between the races, so you only had to go without him for 14 weekends throughout the year. his schedule this year, however, had been very different.

it was december 7th, just over two weeks until christmas, and the world outside your dorm room was buzzing with holiday cheer. you, however, sat at your desk, hunched over an essay you had no motivation to finish. snow dusted the ground outside, and fairy lights glimmered in every window. students walked by in pairs, laughing and carrying steaming cups of hot chocolate, but none of it lifted your spirits.

you picked up your phone and stared at the last message from Ollie, sent late last night:

ollie: long day. miss you.

you’d replied with a simple, i miss you too, but the conversation had fizzled after that, as it often did. he was busy, exhausted from back-to-back commitments with haas and ferrari, and you understood that. but understanding didn’t make it any easier.

your phone buzzed, pulling you from your thoughts.

ollie: you free right now?

you frowned. it wasn’t like him to text in the middle of the day—his schedule rarely allowed for it.

yeah, what’s up?

his reply came almost immediately. can you come downstairs?

you blinked, your heart skipping a beat. why?

the next reply was even faster. just come. please.

confused, you stood up, grabbed your coat, and slipped into your boots. your dorm wasn’t particularly big, and it only took a minute to reach the front entrance. when you pushed open the door, the cold december air hit you like a wave.

and then you saw him.

ollie stood near the steps, his signature grin lighting up his face despite the red flush on his cheeks from the cold. he was bundled in a thick jacket, his ferrari-issued duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and his hair was a mess of curls barely tamed by his beanie.

“surprise,” he said, holding his arms out.

you froze, staring at him in disbelief. “what are you doing here?”

“coming to see you,” he said simply, his smile widening. “i realized it’s been months since we spent more than a couple of hours together, and i couldn’t wait any longer. so, i convinced the team to give me time off a bit earlier than usual.”

“you flew here? just for me?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

“of course i did,” he said, taking a step closer. “you’re worth it.”

that was all it took for you to close the gap between you. you threw your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could. he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in until there was no space between you.

“you’re insane,” you murmured against his shoulder, your voice thick with emotion.

“maybe,” he replied with a soft laugh before his expression turned more serious. “i know i’ve been gone for way too long . . . i’m so so sorry i haven’t been around. but you’ve been on my mind constantly. i’ve missed you. so much.”

you pulled back to look at him, your hands cupping his face. his cheeks were cold under your palms, but his eyes were warm, full of affection that made your chest ache.

“i missed you too,” you said quietly.

he smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “good. now, what’s the plan? christmas market? hot chocolate? anything you want—i’m all yours.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the weight on your chest lifting for the first time in weeks. “anything?”

“anything.” he promised.

✦ ✦ ✦

back in your dorm, the small space was suddenly filled with the warmth of his presence. ollie helped unpack the tiny box of decorations you’d picked up at the dollar store, carefully untangling the string of fairy lights and teasing you about the chipped ornaments.

“you weren’t kidding when you said this was low-budget,” he quipped, holding up a snowman missing one eye.

you threw a piece of tinsel at him. “not all of us have formula 1 money, you know.”

he laughed, reaching to hook the snowman onto the tree anyway. “i like it. it’s cute. it’s very . . . you.”

“are you calling me low-budget?”

“not at all,” he said, quick to defend himself with a grin, leaning against the tree to watch you hang the last of the baubles. “i’m saying it’s perfect, just like you.”

your cheeks warmed as you stepped back to admire the tree. it wasn’t much—barely three feet tall and slightly lopsided—but with ollie standing beside it, his arm slung casually around your shoulder, it felt magical.

“wait,” he said suddenly, digging into the box. “what’s this?”

you turned to see him holding a tiny sprig of mistletoe wrapped in a thick red ribbon, his grin widening mischievously.

“that,” you said, crossing your arms, “was supposed to go on the wall.”

“well,” he said, holding it above his head, “i think it works just fine right here.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips as he stepped closer, his free hand resting on your waist.

“it’s tradition,” he said softly, tilting his head.

“you’re impossible,” you murmured, but you leaned in anyway, your smile melting into his as his lips brushed yours.

the kiss was soft, warm, and lingering, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to fade away.

when you finally pulled back, ollie rested his forehead against yours, still holding the mistletoe above you.

“merry early christmas,” he whispered.

you smiled, your hands resting on his chest. “merry early christmas, ollie.”

[ajaxsbeloved]

-: late to my lecture :-

1000 followers special 💕

feat. childe

genre. fluff and comedy

summary. hcs for college roommates to lovers because modern aus makes me way too happy for some reason

warnings. readers major is stated, extremely long like really really long, lots of swearing tbh (it’s college what do you expect), fourth wall break cause i’m he ha funny, reader and childe have established friend groups,

authors note. this has taken me like 4 years to finish but i’m so proud of it, part 2 is in the works but don’t expect it soon as yall know im slow asf

you and childe did not know each other before college nor did you intend to be roommates what do ever

in fact you both were quite upset upon finding out who you were rooming with, you had wanting to room with one of your best friends from highschool while childe wanted to room with one of HIS best friends from highschool

long story short you two were thrown together by accident while your best friends ended up rooming together on a different floor of the dorms

needless to say this was not going to end up well… unless it does this is a fanfiction of course lmao

you majored in architectural drafting/CAD technology (yikes i am so sorry for you) while childe surprisingly majored in child care service management

so with that being said it’s understandable how you two didn’t really have classes together and even if you did you guys hang out with completely different crowds

you hang out with a (in your opinion) much more relaxed crowd of kazuha, aether, venti, and xiao. childe on the other hand hangs out with a (in your opinion) much more rowdy crowd of diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and tohma

due to this reasoning you guys never really hang out nor do your friends, sure they all know of each other but they don’t interact or have events with each other

but back on track to childe! honestly you’re not sure how what or why but this man is literally always busy?? he’s pretty much never around and you don’t mind it too much, because you guys were thrown together unexpectedly there was an unwritten rule to just kinda avoid talking to each other if possible

meaning that you nor childe were really ever at the dorm and if you were the other wasn’t there 99.9% of the time, or if the other was there then you’d just isolate yourselves from each other

childe was typically off either partying, playing video games with the boys, swimming, or taking care of his little brother which you didn’t even know existed until one day you stumbled into the dorm to find little ol teucer eating cereal on your spot of the couch

at first you were very surprised, the frat boy had a younger brother? that he treated well? it was a bit odd but it made a little sense when you remembered that he majors in child care management

you on the other hand we’re either at cafés, going to the park with friends, doing arts and crafts, or working on your schoolwork

schoolwork was a bitch that’s for sure, architecture is NOT a fun major and you were sure cad programming was going to be the reason you pass out in public one day

due to this you were up extremely late on thursday night at 3 am sitting in the small table of the dining room with your laptop too bright and a cup of god knows what

thankfully it wasn’t too cold out so you could wear your shorts and t-shirt around with your cute fluffy soft slippers, childe however was no where to be seen but you didn’t really care to know about that

you yawned and practically pried your eyes open to continue working on the assignment given to you nearly sobbing at the pain of having to scale your sketch

tapping away at the keyboard you heard the soft click of the door open and your eyes flickered to see who had come in, though you should’ve already known but your mind was in a delirious state at this point in the late night

in walked childe with his oh so pretty soft fluffy hair messed up a bit and his white t-shirt sitting on his shoulders just right, stepped in and glanced at you before setting his bag down

“hey”

“hey, welcome home”

you didn’t really think at all of what you were saying, just greeting him quickly and getting back to work on your project

childe however didn’t move an inch, “welcome home”? he wasn’t sure why but hearing you say that put a smile on his face and he could swear that he was much more relaxed than before doing who knows what at such late times

“why are you up so late?”

“working on a project, why were YOU out so late?”

“was at the pool”

that would explain the ruffled hair and light smell of chlorine immuring from his tall figure, he went to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water chugging it within seconds like a madman before heading off towards his bedroom

“goodnight”

“night childe”

you don’t remember much else from that night but you do remember waking up at 1 PM at the small dining room table with your laptop closed and paperwork neatly in front of you

your cup from the night before was in the sink and there was a note left on your laptop, the smell of childe’s cologne filling your nose as you came to the realization that his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders

“morning, i talked to aether and he said your classes today are cancelled so i thought i’d let you sleep in. i plugged your phone in for you by the way, it’s on the couch where you normally sit.”

the note was written in neat handwriting which signed “childe :)” at the bottom and you subconsciously let out a giggle upon reading it, who knew he could be so caring?

you went and got your phone from the couch, pulled in and at 100% you noticed that the charger was childe’s too

making a note to give him his stuff back you decided to be productive around the dorm today and cleaned up everywhere except his room

after cleaning and organizing the door looked fantastic so you got a bag and stuffed childe’s items in them, placing the bag in front of his bedroom door you wrote him a note back

“thank you for this morning, it was actually really sweet of you. i cleaned up while you were gone but i didn’t do anything in your room, here’s your stuff back by the way. thank you for letting me use it! i’m going to the bakery across town for a little bit, i don’t know if you’ll be back when i’m done but i’ll bring cake and you can have some :)”

and with that you left to go to the bakery, you decided to meet up with aether and venti when you got there and you told them all about your home event this morning to which venti teased you about and made “oooo” noises like a middle schooler

aether however chimed in about childe contacting you, he told you about how he didn’t expect a text from childe this morning asking about your class and apparently childe went through multiple people to get his number

you were astonished at his effort, he went through all that just to let you sleep in? he really didn’t need to and considering how often he wasn’t around it seemed he had a lot to do, besides he was up late too

your face flushed red upon hearing about his sweet actions you were swear venti would laugh at you about this for the next month but you couldn’t care less being so caught up in childe’s actions

he was too kind really considering that you guys barely knew each other and that all you did was stay up, he didn’t need to go through all that trouble just for you to sleep in

after a while you finally got back to the dorms, childe wasn’t there yet so you ate some of the cake a left a few slices in the fridge for him to eat

you headed to bed before he came home and when you awoke the next morning you found the fridge empty of the left over cake and a thank you note on the kitchen counter

things continued on like this for a few weeks, rarely seeing childe and just exchanging notes with him. it was nice though and you found yourself looked forward to the notes when you came home or woke up. every once and a while you two would leave things for each other like little trinkets or left over food, sometimes lending each other clothes too

you arrived home one day to find yet another stranger sitting on your couch, only this time he was definitely not childe’s sibling

the man currently sitting on your couch was small with short dark purple hair and the ugliest basketball shorts you’ve ever seen in your life

“hey, (y/n) right?”

“umm yeah that’s me?”

“where the fuck is that stupid ginger ed sheeran wannabe?”

you felt starstruck, just who was this guy and what was with this atrocious audacity???

“i… don’t know? why?”

“what the hell do you mean you don’t know? you’re his roommate aren’t you? god he’s such a fuckwad”

after making a call to childe you find out that short stacks was the best friend from highschool that childe was originally supposed to room with, apparently his name is scaramouche and now you feel more than bad for your best friend who’s currently rooming with him

anyways childe was at swim practice so scaramouche (for whatever unknown reason) dragged you along with him to go watch childe at practice

upon arriving at the massive indoor pool you spot childe and kaeya drying off on what you assume is a break

“oh (y/n) i didn’t think you’d be joining us”

childe said it with a surprised face, though he didn’t say it like it was a bad thing. if anything he seemed a bit… excited?

“ahh this is the notorious (y/n) i’ve heard of? a pleasure to meet you, the name’s kaeya”

kaeya introduced himself in a sultry manner even ending his sentence with a wink, childe elbowed him with a glare and you just chose to ignore it to the best of your ability…

“anyways, i’ll pay for you since you coming with is a pleasant surprise”

childe offered to pay but you were confused… pay for what? aren’t you just here to watch him practice

“pay?”

“oh did scaramouche not tell you? we’re going out for lunch!”

that little bitch boy didn’t even tell you they were getting lunch! you spared him a glance and he only scoffed in response but of course he was your ride here so you had no choice other than to go

“are you sure? if you don’t want to i’ll drive you back to the dorms”

he offered to drive you back but you could tell he was a little disappointed, thought you really weren’t sure why either way it didn’t matter. who were you to say no to free food?

you guys ended up having a great time and even staying out longer than intended, laughing your asses off and even taking funny pictures of yourself

childe drove you back to the dorms and the whole ride you guys were laughing and playing around like idiots, hanging out with him was a lot more fun than you had expected

eventually you began hanging out with childe’s friend group much more often, even mashing your friend groups together. who knew kazuha and tohma would get along so well huh?

this continued on for a good amount of time, just hanging out with them often and having a really good time. life was good!

though you couldn’t help but start noticing childe more often, you weren’t sure when the shift happened but you started seeing him to be much more attractive

a lot of little things about him were just so… hot

like the way he would pay attention to you when you spoke or how he would study at night with those thick rimmed black glasses on, god those glasses were so so attractive

he was more than good looking, the way his perfect soft hair framed his face after swim practice and the toned muscles down his arms were enough to make nearly everyone swoon over him

soon enough you too fell victim to his charms, he was just so effortless at it that you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at him with heart eyes

little did you know that childe was aware of this long ago, whenever the shift happened to you he noticed it

he noticed the way you’d stare at him much more than you should or how you would hold onto him for a little longer, the way your eyes would shine when you spoke to him or how you would pay more attention to him than anyone else in the room

however he didn’t just so happen to notice these things out of no where, he noticed it because he was paying an abnormal amount of attention to you

childe isn’t stupid, he knew from the moment he met you that he wanted you. you were gorgeous, funny, polite, and good with his little brother. what more could he ever want?

he had always found you attractive too, he subtly watched you quite often (not in a creepy way though)

he’d stare when you walked by in just a T-shirt and shorts, oh how he wishes it was his you were wearing

or when you would go swimming at the beach with him and his friends… let’s just say you didn’t see him much because he was in the bathroom

the things he did to get you to notice him weren’t on accident nono, he did all of it on purpose

when he’d graze his hand along your waist in public? or how about when he wears his glasses around the dorm despite not studying? perhaps when he walks into the kitchen for breakfast without a shirt on? yep, all entirely planned

it got to the point where he almost never had a shirt on around the dorm and it was driving you to insanity

“jesus childe, put a fucking shirt on man”

“why? too distracted? i know my abs are nice but don’t stare for too long”

he’d NEVER flirted like that before and he even sent a wink?! in absolute shock you bolted to your feet and ran over to him

getting on your tippy toes ahoy shoved your face in front of his and held a hand to his forehead, a look of confusion and worry spread across your face

“are you sick? what happened to my childe what did you do to him?”

with your face so close to his he felt like he was gonna explode, not to mention your pretty big glossy eyes and plump red rosy lips, and holy shit did you just called him YOUR childe? he feels like he could faint

without even thinking or answering you he pulled you by the hips and slammed his lips into yours, a groan leaving his mouth when you squeak in surprise

when he pulled away he realized what he had so before you could see him he spun around with his coffee mug and made a quick escape to his bedroom leaving you to stand in the kitchen with your face bright red and brain fried

days passed and the situation regarding your kiss with childe was completely ignored, he had avoided discussing it with you and you respected that despite wanting an answer to why he had kissed you to begin with

the situation was finally addressed one evening while you were alone at the dorm, you sat on the couch watching tv when you received a text from childe

“wanwna kiss yku”

“what? childe are you drunk”

“maydbe jsut a litel”

“more than a little, have diluc drive you home please”

“okkk but onylw to see yku 😵‍💫”

“yeah yeah just be safe”

you were flustered at his behavior, was drunk childe always such a fucking flirt? was he like that with everyone when he was drunk? you sighed and got ready for when childe would come home

after a little while he came tumbling through the door, unable to walk straight to made your way to him with a glass of water and some medicine

“here take this it’ll help with your hang over in the morning”

“waaaa you didn’t even say hi to me! it’s like you didn’t miss me at all :(“

he pouted at your “greeting” and didn’t take the things from in your hands

“sorry, welcome home childe”

“ahh much better! i’m so glad to see my favorite girlie, you’re too cute for your own good y’know that?”

he was hardly making sense slurring his words and giggling like a school girl, regardless his words made you flush and you pushed your hands toward him once again

“please just take the stuff childe…”

“fine fine but only because my asked so nicely babe”

BABE????? since when was he so straight forward? the childe you knew never so brazen, he usually had at least some semblance of shame

once he took the medicine you grabbed his wrist and started dragging him to your bedroom

“woahh i didn’t think we’d get so far so fast (y/n), not that i’m complaining”

you groaned at his sluggish yet embarrassing words, you led him to the bed and set him under the covers before turning off your night lamp

“go to sleep childe, i’ll have food for you in the morning. you’ll probably need it.”

before you could walk away he called out for you, looking back he was sat up in bed with arms held out

“come back and sleep with me, can’t sleep without my girlie to cuddle ehehe”

this idiot had the widest grin on his face and he made the stupid grabby motion with his hands signaling for you to get in bed

giving up you deciding to give in and just get in bed with him, the moment you layer yourself down his arms snaked your torso and his face snuggled into your neck

“hmm this is nice, we should do this more often”

“just go to sleep childe”

“whatever you say babe”

and with that you two of you somehow managed to fall asleep

upon waking up you found yourself to still be in childe’s embrace as he groaned, assessing the situation it would seem he’s just waking up

he let out a load gasp as he saw your body in between his arms, he backed away quickly and stared in silence as you sat up and yawned

“morning childe”

you had just woken up and yet you were so pretty, your hair was a mess in a cute way and your voice sent butterflies to invade childe’s stomach

“good… morning (y/n)?”

“are you feeling alright?”

“i guess, why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you were shitfaced drunk last night, flirting without shame and even insisted i slept with you”

“SLEPT WITH ME? I DIDNT DO ANYTHING DID I??”

he was panicked, realizing that he had so openly made such moves on you he was worried he’d lose any chance he’s ever had with you

“relax, you didn’t do anything weird. though you did say you wanted to kiss me, mind explaining yourself?”

poor guy couldn’t catch a break, he was practically tripping over his own feet and his head was all over the place

“well i just like your lips- i mean i like you, i mean i liked kissing you? like you know it was nice and all and you’re nice and you’re really pretty and i just thought maybe i should kiss you again but also maybe i shouldn’t and i wasn’t sure so-”

you cut him off by gently kissing him, letting out a hum when your lips made contact with his own and he closed his eyes finding himself melt into it

you pulled away and childe starred at you wide eyed, taking a moment to process what has just happened. you waited for him, unsure of how he would react

thankfully his lips stretched into a giant smile, he giggled a little feeling giddy and full of energy. i’m sorry giggled? what kind of man giggles when being kissed? oh he was so head over heels for you

you two sat there on the bed giggling like schoolgirls and giving each other light kisses, finally everything clicked and the two of you felt like you were truly at home

[kairiscorner]

happy birthday — miles 42 x reader (birthday special)

↳ summary: miles has been really busy a lot lately, training hard under his uncle to better his tactics at fighting and balancing school and chores on top of everything, he just kind of forgets today was even special. but luckily, you don't forget your boyfriend's birthday that easily. ↳ word count: 1,916

↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333

"got any idea what's up today, miles?" you asked miles with a big grin on your face as you caught miles in the halls before class began. he raised an eyebrow up at you as he glanced up at you after collecting all his books and everything else he needed for his first class of today before heading off. "um... no. is it movie night tonight? because sorry, i... i can't make it tonight, cielo." he muttered as he looked at you with eyes filled with hints of sadness and shame at not being able to hang out with you, despite really wanting to. his responsibilities as being the prowler, a student, and a son have got him really occupied lately. he can't really quit either of these full-time jobs he's got going on right now, and you couldn't blame him. you wished he went easier on himself, though, and took more breaks, took it a little easier on himself, maybe would blow off some steam from time to time and tell you at least how he feels so it doesn't bottle up inside him over time.

you held his hand and shook your head. "nah, silly, it's something more important!" you exclaimed with a grin. miles tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow as he looked at you with a look of confusion. "um... hmm, is it a study night? i know it's not our anniversary yet, it's not your birthday, uh..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head, frustrated with himself because nothing came up in his mind. he didn't think there was anything worth such importance today, though if he was being honest, he wasn't sure what date it was today; he just got by the month by remembering what tests were when, if tonight had prowler activities, or if tonight was going to be laundry night with his mom. he was honestly drawing a blank here, he needed you to give him more obvious clues to help him find out what exactly was so important about today.

you sighed as you let go of his hand and folded your arms in front of your chest. miles' eyes widened as he felt you let go of his hand, he reached out for your hand again as he stepped forward towards you. "cielo, wait! please, i... i'm sorry." he apologized first as he stepped back and took in a breath. "can you just, um, tell me what's up today? i'm sorry, i've just been so swamped recently, and i know that's not the best excuse, but i'm not--" he went on and on, but was interrupted by the first bell. "ay, gotta go, cielo, we can talk about this later!" miles said as he scrambled for his stuff and ran off.

you waited for miles outside of his classroom once your class ended, though he had to stay behind and ask the teachers a couple of questions and clarifications over his homework since he was having a lot of backlog due to his duties as the prowler. miles caught a glimpse of you outside, though before he could call out to you or walk over to you, the next bell rang, and you had to attend to your next class. miles couldn't focus properly, he was overthinking about whether or not he upset you, or if you were already disappointed with him forgetting what day it was today. he wasn't able to check his phone or ask for the date today since he was busy catching up with schoolwork. eventually, miles caught you at lunch, but... you were with ganke. you were huddled over with him at his table, the two of you smiling and chuckling at each other as you showed him stuff on your phone.

miles trusted ganke, and ganke expressed how he didn't have any interest in butting in between you two, but the mere sight of you with ganke–all smiles with him and laughing together, after he hadn't been able to spend much time with you recently due to his responsibilities and all–it hurt him deeply, thinking he failed you and were seeking comfort with ganke. miles walked away, hurt and sad, but angry towards himself for the most part. he ate lunch alone, just like he did before befriending ganke and meeting you, but he felt like he deserved it for pushing you aside, even if he didn't mean to and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.

as miles headed home after school, not seeing you in the halls or at the school yard as he scanned his surroundings for you, he felt super dejected and disappointed in himself. he wanted to stop thinking about his responsibilities for once and just put all his time, effort, and focus on you and only you–but he knew that would be a mere twinkle in his eye, a dream that will only remain as that, a dream. but as he entered the front door of his home, he was greeted to the voices of all the important people he had in his life, with yours ringing distinctly in his ears.

"happy birthday, miles!"

miles stiffened as he heard those two words with his name following the greeting not long after. he blinked for a few times and looked around–his mom and uncle aaron were there, so were ganke and... you. wait, could this be the super important thing you hinted about today? oh, man, did he feel like an idiot–he never thought of his own birthday as something of importance, but you... you kept thinking about him, all day. miles was speechless as you approached him, all smiles, and pecked his cheek. "happiest birthday to you, miles." you said as you pulled away and presented to him the gift you had for him. miles looked at you with a puzzled look. "cielo... for-for me?" he asked you as you chuckled and nodded. "for who else, dummy?" you asked him as miles slowly took the gift and stammered. "i... but, cielo, i don't deserve this. i've missed out on countless dates and meet-ups with you, i keep pushing you aside even though i don't wanna, i--" miles rambled on and on, beating himself up for feeling inadequate at making you happy due to his repeated absences.

before he could continue, you hugged him tightly. "and it's okay, babe. you're good. you try, and even if it doesn't work out, it's the thought that counts. i'm already happy you think of me all the time and want to spend time with me, even if you can't. i love you, miles." you tell him in a gentle voice as miles hugs you back, bringing you closer to him as he kisses your cheek. "i really love you, too, mi cielo..." he mutters as you pull away from him and lead him to the couch for him to open his gift from you.

you handed him a thick box, it was wrapped in purple wrapping paper with green accents, with a green and black ribbon to tie it up. you encouraged miles to open it as ganke filmed it, with his uncle aaron and his mom watching intently. miles was gentle in unwrapping the gift, he didn't rip it open, he wanted to feel the suspense of opening the gift you got him. soon, when he saw what was inside, he gasped loudly as his eyes went wide. he kept repeating 'wait, no...' in a breathless, excited way as he realized you bought him the sneakers he had been wanting for the longest time. he could never ask his mom to buy it for him, and he was saving up to buy them himself, but to get them from you... oh, he felt like he had ascended.

"mi cielo, no freaking way...!" he exclaimed in an overjoyed manner with slight chuckles in his voice as his smile widened as the fact you gifted him the very sneakers he had wanted for a long time sunk in and made him momentarily forget the sadness he was feeling just earlier. his uncle teased you as he wished you didn't gift him those sneakers, he'd have a new obsession for a little while and keep his eyes out for him. "that boy's gonna be wary about me, asking me if i touched them. he's gonna be real overprotective of those, especially since they came from you." his uncle aaron quipped as miles told him that wasn't true. just a little true.

miles kept thanking you and kissed you on the cheek, and as ganke was filming, he encouraged you two to share a kiss. "c'mon, you dorks! for the camera! kiss! kiss! kiss!" he chanted, with uncle aaron chanting along with him. his mother chided the two, saying you two weren't going to be doing anything of the sort in front of them, but you decided you didn't care anymore and pulled miles in for a gentle kiss. miles' eyes widened even more as you kissed him, and though his mother cried out in surprise, with his uncle clapping and chuckling as ganke cheered for you two, he found himself not wanting to pull away and kissed you back.

miles pulled away and gazed at you, a smirk growing on his face as he kissed your cheek. "oh, how did i get so lucky? how could i have you, mi cielo? you know, i'll stop being too serious, you're the only lucky break i have from all the chaos in my life. i promise you, though, i'll make up for all the time that should've been just ours together. i swear, i'll make this place safer for you, i promise." he said as he interlocked his hand with yours, clutching the shoe box in his other hand. he kissed your lips and pulled away, causing you to giggle and get flustered. "i'll hold you to that, miles. but please... don't hesitate to come to me, talk to me, or do anything with me. i love you, babe, i don't mind if you miss a few dates or meet-ups, just be safe out there..." you whispered to him with a smile.

his mother retreated to grab a glass of wine as his uncle called out to her to save him a glass, with ganke chuckling as he saved the footage and teased you two lovebirds. "this... has got to be the best birthday ever." miles gushed as he ran a hand through your hair. you chuckled as you fidgeted with the end of his left braid in your hand. "even with your uncle and mom watching us kiss, with ganke filming all of it, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked as you leaned closer to kiss him again and pulling away. miles smiled sweetly at you as he answered, "really." he kissed you again, with you reciprocating his kiss. that truly was going to be a birthday he'll remember, and he's gonna make sure he keeps his promises to you and work hard to earn your love and pay you back for the gift you gave him. though if you were to ask him, the only gift he really wanted was just to... hold you close, hear your voice, and just be with you on his birthday and for all the birthdays there were to come in the future with you, his sweetheart.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv

[missbuckyhellfire]

This Will Be My Year : Eddie Munson

MASTER LIST

Part Nine:  His Muse

PREVIOUS PART

Warnings: Friends with benefits relationship, flirting, NSFW content, Language, Getting Caught

Writer's Note: Hey everyone! I am terribly sorry about the long wait for the next part of the fic. I have been busy  with schoolwork for my final year of grad school. Please enjoy and let me know if you would like to be tagged to future parts. I plan to be more organised in the future. I also wish to say sorry how short this part is. Next will be longer, promise! Regards, MissBuckyHellfire.

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One month of the affair had been both bliss and anxiety. Audra had lost count how many times she went to Eddie’s to help him study amongst other things. 90% of the typical activities included making out and getting eaten out. They haven’t had “made love” as her Aunt Karen would say or the two haven’t even talked about it.

The two were at his place again, she was busy reading the “Illiad” with Eddie. For the past two weeks, they were reading the book and were preparing to write a thematic analysis piece. For the most part, they were entertained by the text. But Eddie often had something else in mind, in which Audra often confided in following their session.

“So Helen of Troy was just taken.”

“That’s right, Paris was given the most beautiful women in the world” Audra said, barely looking from her page while talking to Eddie.

“But why was she just given, I get Aphrodite was a woman of her word and promised Helen to him but would the feelings be real?”

“I’m not sure, good question though” Audra looked up to him and smiled. She really didn’t know what to say the poems were so male dominated and he did have a point. She froze for a moment as she had looked at him for a moment, his warm brown eyes looking at her with a soft chuckle.

“I guess she was a muse to many men’s eyes, much like you” He stood up from his chair as he walked closer to her with a smug grin. Audra immediately knew where this was going as it was getting late, and she knew Eddie had to go to practice soon.

“Eddie your group is coming soon to practice” Audra warned with a smirk on her face. Yet, Eddie brushed it off and lifted her out of her chair with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Like I care, in this trailer, I am the emperor” He said proudly and nudging her shoulder to play along. He did love to play games with her, especially since they entered this relationship. He loved how she would scrunch her nose when she would get frustrated with his games.

“Oh yea, and what am I to you?” Audra snuck a little closer so she could smell his cologne against his neck as he growled in response.

“My concubine of course, in fact my favorite one, my muse, my everything” He chuckled as he leant down to kiss her jawline which gotten a soft whimper in response. Satisfied, he moved to her neck and then her collarbone. “You would be my everything, eventually my empress if the gods see fit, I would be Eddie the merciful” He removed Audra’s shirt in a swift motion.

Audra, now shocked by her cold body had tried covering her body to make heat, but Eddie had pushed her arms away so he could admire her form. He took a deep breath before kissing down her body.

“Eddie the merciful really, you know your name wouldn’t have been Eddie right?” Audra chuckled.

“Right” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on then give me a name to please you.” He began kissing along her ribcage.

“How about Edwamudus”

“Edwamundus? That sounds made up”

“Much like this situation” Audra shrugged as the two had giggled amongst each other he got onto his knees as he was blushing and he was nudging her to take off her bra.

“Come on concubine, take it all off let me see you like no one can.” Eddie was now kissing her hip bones and was more than happy to endure any type of torture that Audra would put out for him. He hated it when she would tug his hair in this position, there was nothing for him to do but to pleasure her with his tongue or kiss her body. Yet, he would go feral when she would tug on his hair like this.

The two were too into teasing each other that they didn’t notice the couple knocks on the door followed by the remaining bandmates of Corroded Coffin standing by the door, watching the entire scene take place.

They didn’t say anything at first, they were honestly shocked, they just didn’t know what to say or do. They saw, Eddie Munson, the biggest metal geek in Hawkins with Audra Wheeler, miss goody two shoes who seemed to get way too much attention due to her looks.  They never seen him so vulnerable for anyone, especially a girl. He was on his knees still tugging at her pants before Gareth couldn’t see anymore.

“So uh Eddie? We are picking you up. Clearly you were finishing up your studying session.”

Eddie and Audra immediately stopped and turned to the teenage boys who were utterly speechless at the two of them. With them glancing at Audra’s shirtless figure, only wondering what was going to happen next if they didn’t stop them.

Audra’s cheeks were bright red and she covered herself as soon as she met eyes with Eddie’s bandmates. Her top slipped back on her like a glove, followed by a soft wave to the group, who said absolutely nothing to her.

“Were you gonna tell us?” Jeff asked.

Eddie shrugged as he glanced at Audra “Well, no we were gonna keep this thing secret. We didn’t think anyone needed to know yet.”

“The boys are gonna kill you for fucking their tutor. More so Mike as that’s his cousin, didn’t he say something about this?”

“He did but he doesn’t need to know.” Eddie had uttered. “He doesn’t just pretend you didn’t see anything.”

They were asking for a big favor for the group. To keep a secret this big from the younger kids in the group and potentially cause a mini war between the group and possible separation. Yet, they knew that Eddie and Audra wouldn’t do anything stupid together. They knew Eddie would do something stupid, but not under Audra’s supervision at least. Or at least to defend her at least. They just knew that Audra would ensure he would ensure that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Fine, but he’s your responsibility Audra” Gareth rolled his eyes as the couple released a breathy chuckle.

Next Part

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day in the Life with Yandere Student Council | Part 2

Last Part

“Ah, just the three I wanted to see.”

“G-g-g-g-good a-a-afternoon (Y/n).”

You give him a small wave

The malicious intent is teeming off the couple as they glare at Lucoa

Who continues to smile entirely unbothered

“What do you need all three of us for? Mister. President.” 

“You both have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“We have already completed all of our schoolwork and the student council work we have yet to complete is not urgent.”

Lucoa’s piercing glints in the sunlight

“Not anymore. Respectfully this is the new work assigned to you both. Min Su.”

Struggling with one pile after another the treasurer pulls them out

until there are four fairly tall piles on the table

As if the sheer size wasn’t enough Min drops a nameplate on all the piles, politely smiling from behind them when he finishes

“I trust this will at least be finished before morning tomorrow.”

June’s face blanks  before a smile once again spreads on his face

“Gill, we’ll take two trips. Sorry (Y/n), we'll have to rain-check on our date.”

June waits for Gill grab two of the piles one with each of their names before walking out

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye…”

When the door closes your attention is turned to Min and Lucoa who are each sporting smiles

“(Y/n) d-d-do you want to help me recount our savings for this month? O-o-or would you like to help me alphabetize our receipts?”

Before you can say anything Lucoa intercedes wrapping arm around your back

“Sorry Min I have a very important task for our honorary member.”

“...oh…”

“But I think it’ll be a good idea for (Y/n) to leave their bags with you.”

“Hah~Really?!”

“Yes, really.”

Min gives you a hug slipping off your pack to cradle it into his chest

“I’ll protect your things with my life!”

Redder than a tomato he runs off with your backpack

And you can only hope he doesn’t trip knowing him

“Well (Y/n) will you join me?”

You don’t have much of a choice as Lucoa already confirms you’re attendance and assignments for class are waived

Following him to his private office you admire the expensive decor and the pristine waterfall against the wall

Its a sight to behold

“So uh Lucoa what’s this super important task?”

“Just a survey. I think it’s important to know the preferences of all my members.”

“...’If you were relocated to a higher living space would you or would you not be satisfied with your life?’...”

“So?”

“Uhm not that this has anything to do with the survey but I like where I am now. I prefer a cozy and convenient place where I can keep learning at school.”

Lucoa smile never fades as he tilts his head at you

“You’re right it doesn’t have anything to do with the survey.”

“I’m not refusing to finish it. It’s just something I wanted to say.”

You wait for some kind of reaction but he leans in his chair and twirls away

“Well I’m glad you told me, (Y/n)."

He stops spinning to stare you down again

“I need that survey tomorrow.”

“Okay!”

You gather the papers prepared to leave

“You don’t have your back pack or any of your belongings.”

“I-i know but it’s getting late I have to get back before curfew.”

“Don’t worry I’ll have my driver drop you off. Besides I was wondering if you wanted to try a strawberry? I just had them imported after a business proposition.”

“Uh sure I guess.”

“Great.”

Everyday’s a new adventure with these guys

But it’s a school day after all 

a specialized college such as this is sure to have it’s eccentrics

To be bad your trapped with them

Not even the weekends will keep you out of their grasp

[yusume-the-writer]

Then please may I request Rayne x reader where she fainted cause of being sick and overwork but didn’t say anything and kept going?

Know when to rest and work!!

Request made by Anon, hope you like it

I'm sorry for the delay

Warning: Quote about not eating and sleeping properly (children don't do that)

Genre: Comfort and Fluff

 Rayne Ames x Gender Neutral Reader

 Summary: (Name) was busy with work and other activities that took a toll on his health, so it wasn't a surprise that they passed out, but don't worry your amazing boyfriend Rayne is to the rescue!!!!

'How did you get to this state?' (Name) think to herself while looking at her reflection in the mirror

 The reflection showed a person with disheveled (h/c) hair and large dark circles under their eyes.

 'It looks like you didn't even sleep last night...' (Name) thinks while still staring at her reflection until she realizes something, 'Wait... I didn't really sleep last night' (Name) lowers her head and faces the sink, as if something much better than her current appearance, which really was

 How long has it been since (Name) had a proper sleep and meal? A week or two, maybe it was more, but (Name)'s pride was greater to take that on

 The main reason that (Name) was not getting adequate sleep and meals was that they were extremely busy with schoolwork and activities

 'Just put water on your face and everything will be fine' (Name) thinks while turning on the tap in the sink and takes a handful and throws it on his face

 And of course (Name) could talk about it to his beloved Rayne, but... they didn't want to burden him with things they could do themselves.

 Rayne was a man busy with his role as Divine Visionary and all that.

'And just one more day, and then you'll finally get your beauty sleep! You can do it (Name)!' They think as they leave their room ready for another day of school, and go to the library to continue researching the work the teacher asked for.

 After all, today was an important day, a work on certain types of magic and how they could be related to a specific God, just put the finishing touches on it and it will be incredible.

 "(Name)?" A male voice interrupts (Name)'s thoughts

 When they realized that the voice was in front of them, (Name) faced the owner of the voice

 Clear eyes stare at (e/c)

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Ah, Ray! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria?" (Name) says while still looking into her boyfriend's beautiful eyes

 Rayne then stares at (Name) as if they had offended the rabbits "I was going there but why aren't you in the cafeteria" He continues as he crosses his arms and stares at (Name)

 "Ah! I-and I was going to the library to look for a book, then I was going to the cafeteria" (Name) says, it's true that they were going to the library looking for a specific book, but they wouldn't leave the library until were the classes

 "You'd better go to the cafeteria and then the library" Rayne says while still staring at (Name), he looked like a father who just found his son returning from a party he told him not to go to

"Ah... I'm kind of scared of forgetting to get the book, so I thought I'd go to the library first" (Name) says. They didn't want to stop talking to Rayne, but they didn't want to worry him

"I'm really sorry, Rayne, but I really need to get this book before it's too late" (Name) continues while staring at Rayne with her best puppy dog eyes

 "I'm going with you, so let's go to the cafeteria together" Rayne says as she turns towards the library path holding out her hand for (Name) to take

 "Okay~" (Name) says while holding Rayne's hand and the two walk together

.

.

.

(Name) never thought she'd be grateful that Rayne was so busy

 (Name) managed to get the book and when they and Rayne went to the cafeteria together, they called Rayne for a deal about the magical items

 Rayne looked disappointed, but with (Name)'s insistence, he went to help

 Now (Name) was sitting in the classroom of his first class, as he finished the final preparations for his presentation

 'It has to be perfect!!! Nothing can go wrong!!!' (Name) think as she closes the reference book and sees her colleagues entering

 'I didn't eat breakfast, but that's okay, at lunch I increase my portion' They think when they realize they ate nothing but water and a granola bar yesterday

 The teacher enters the room and goes to her place and starts taking roll.

"As we know, today we still have presentations, and now it's Mr (Name)'s turn to introduce himself." As soon as the teacher finishes explaining, she waves towards (Name) for them to start

 (Name) with the help of her magic pick up the items from her presentation and will start walking to go ahead

 'Now it's all or nothing' (Name) says as they close their eyes and smile

 But the moment they open their eyes... they find themselves faced with a ceiling that wasn't their classroom.

 They were in the infirmary

 "...What?..." (Name) says while trying to process why she's staring at the infirmary ceiling

 "You're finally awake!" Suddenly clear eyes that showed concern stared at (Name), they had already seen these eyes before

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Rayne? What are you doing here?" (Name) says as they start to try to get up, but are stopped by Rayne, who puts her hands on his shoulders and gently pushes him to the bed, which makes them look at him with confusion.

Knowing that (Name) was going to ask, Rayne says, "You should rest as much as you can; you fainted while going to the front to give a work presentation"

 "Ah, that's what happened" (Name) says as he starts to think about the trouble they went through when they fainted in front of their classmates and teacher

 "...Why didn't you tell me you were overwhelmed?" Rayne says out of nowhere with a tone of voice that showed concerns

 And of course he would be worried, he was notified that his beloved had fainted as soon as they separated.

 "I kind of didn't want to worry you about something silly, you're so busy you don't even have time to rest, I thought it would be better for me to take care of it myself" (Name) says as he starts to sit on the bed, Rayne didn't interrupt him this time

 As soon as (Name) sits up completely on the bed and faces Rayne

 Then they touch Rayne's head and start playing with his hair "But I messed up, I'm sorry for worrying you" (Name) says while sending a guilty smile

 Rayne stares at (Name) as they continue to play with their hair

 Then Rayne closes her eyes as they feel the sensation of their fingers brushing her hair

 "It's okay... but next time tell me and take care of your health"

 "OK!"

 "I'll bring you lunch," Rayne says as she gently takes (Name)'s hand away and holds it in hers.

 Suddenly he brings his hand to your lips and kisses your wrist

 "Okay, I'm going" As soon as he breaks the kiss he gets up and heads towards the infirmary door

 Rayne was probably ignoring that it made (Name) a blushing mess that could compete with her little brother's friend's hair color.

 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

 "Here" Rayne hands (Name) a lunch box with rabbit details around it

"You didn't need to make food for me." Even though (Name) denied it, they still took the lunch box and opened his lunch box

 As soon as they picked it up, Rayne took out a similar lunch box

 "The teacher saw your work and said you got full marks" Rayne says as she opens the lid of her lunch box and starts eating.

 "I'm glad my sweat and tears weren't wasted on this work" (Name) says as she takes a piece of her food and puts it in her mouth

After that little conversation, comfortable silence filled around the two of them in the infirmary.

[needyfreek2]

Prom Blows (Repost)

It was past 10 when Luna pulled up in front of the school she’d already graduated from. If it wasn’t for her absolute wreck of a senior sister, one would think of her as some sort of creepy college girl coming to the high school to pick up underage boys.

Roxy had called her, over an hour ago, begging her to take her home. After her date ghosted, her friends ditched, and she spilled spiked punch all over herself, Roxy had sobbed to Luna over the phone. So like the “Good Sister” she was, Luna came to her rescue.

“I’ve been waiting outside for a fucking hour where have you been?” Roxy hid her tears behind a veil of aggression.

“Sorry, sorry. I was busy.”

“With what? You don’t have a life.” Roxy retorted. She wasn’t fully wrong. Ever since Luna went off to college, she hadn’t done much aside from going to class in the morning, doing homework when she got back, and sleeping. Even on weekends, Luna was more likely to go study at the library rather than do anything fun. It was the first time in years that Roxy was well and truly alone at home. Their mom was usually working late at the hospital, and their dad didn’t even bother to write letters anymore. Roxy had a couple of friends, and the pretty privilege to get asked out every so often, but it never felt as fulfilling as her relationship with Luna. At least, that’s how it was. 

Luna had started college this year. Too poor to get into one of the nicer schools she wanted to, she had to settle for community college and living at home. It was nice to have a free place to stay, but it was starting to get tiring in sophomore year of high school. This town has a way of wearing down the people who get stuck here.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow.” That’s all she ever talked about. Schoolwork.

Roxy didn’t respond, she just looked out the window and tried her best to hold back her tears.

“So, what happened?” Luna was the first to break the silence.

“My date didn’t show up, he was off fucking one of my friends in the bathroom. Then my friends ditched me. Fucking whores.”

“Roxy…” Luna sighed.

”They are! Don’t take their side dipshit-”

“No, I'm just sorry. That blows.” 

Roxy blinked a couple times, taken aback at her sister’s sudden approval. She half expected her to call it “Teen Girl Bullshit” and move on but not this time.

“Yeah, I- It sucks.” Roxy leaned back to get comfortable. “I got all dressed up and pretty for him…” She fidgeted with her tight, deep red velvet dress. It was a beautiful dress, form fitting, a perfect color for Roxy. When Luna glanced over, she couldn’t help that his eyes wandered to her prominent cleavage. In most outfits she wore, Roxy’s chest seemed much smaller. She wasn’t modest by any means, but she clearly put in the work to draw attention to where she wanted. It even worked on her sister. Luna’s eyes flashed back to the road. She knew how gross it was to think of her own sister in that way, to objectify her like that. 

But she couldn’t help it. Roxy was beautiful. Long black hair that poured down her back like a dark cascade, a back now exposed by the dress. Silky smooth, pale skin, perfectly slender and clean. The way her body curved, her hips, thighs, chest, almost like a doll with how precise it was. Luna hated that time and time again, she found herself staring, whenever Roxy wasn’t looking. When Luna would be on her laptop in the kitchen and Roxy would come in for a snack, bending over to get something from the lower sections of the fridge. The way her shorts would ride up, exposing the slightest bit of Roxy’s panties underneath… Or when they watched a movie together, Roxy would lay her legs over Luna’s and she could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. 

The worst part is that she wondered if she did it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of her.

Gross. Don’t think like that.

“So what now?” Luna asked quietly.

“I don’t know… I kind of just want to get out of this dress.”

“You don’t want to stop for ice cream first?” Luna smiled at her sister. Roxy just shook her head and watched the cars go by. Luna sighed. “I think you look very pretty, Roxy.”

Roxy turned to her.

“You do?” She asked, pleading for reassurance.

“Yeah… It’s a nice dress.”

“So you think the dress is pretty. Not me.” Roxy rolled her eyes.

“No, I think you’re pretty. The dress just… uh- helps.” Luna had a hard time concealing her blush. Disgusting that she would get that way over her own sister.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you don’t actually think I'm pretty.” Roxy sunk deeper into the seat.

“No, I really-“ Luna stopped herself. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Roxy. And if the people at your school don’t see that they’re dumbasses, ok?” Roxy looked out the window again. “I really mean it, Rox. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re smart, witty, you have good taste, you’re the nicest person at that shit show of a school. You’re hot- uh- from a like- from an unbiased perspective I mean.” Luna covered her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her blush. “Look, I just mean that you’re… you’re so much better than all of them. They don’t deserve you.”

Roxy still didn’t look back. 

Luna brought the car to the side of the road by an old park the two used to play at. It was empty, that late at night. A place that once brought the two so much joy, now a reminder of their distance. 

“Why are we-“ Roxy was cut off by Luna’s hand, taking her arm.

“Roxy…” Her grip was soft, reassuring more than anything else. Roxy finally looked back. “I need you to know that you are the most amazing, beautiful, incredible girl I have ever met. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to have a go out with you. They blew their shot, don’t get hung up on them. Ok?” Then that smile, that stupid beautiful smile of hers. Roxy couldn’t stand that look, when Luna was so close to tears, and yet looked so loving and… pretty, damn it. 

And that’s the point where Roxy decided to go for it.

“Fine… you’re right. But I still didn’t get kissed… or laid. And fuck i was really banking on getting laid tonight.” 

Luna blushed a bit, but laughed the comment off, saying something incredibly stupid as she did. 

“I’d kiss you, if I weren’t your sister.” Luna joked, sort of… 

“You’d kiss me?”

Luna panicked, she hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “Oh! I just mean that- I mean- It’s not-“ Luna realized just how fucked she was, hoping that the little bit of alcohol in Roxy’s system would allow her to forget the massive fucking blunder Luna had made. “We should get going!” Luna went to take the car out of park but was surprised to find Roxy’s hand placed gently on hers.

“W-Wait… Please.” Roxy gave a pleading look to Luna that made her hesitate. “You… you would kiss me? Even when I’m this much of a mess?”

“I mean- I- Roxy I’m your sister it’s not like-“ Luna tried to save herself, but Roxy wasn’t content to let her go so easily. 

“You mean you don’t want to?” Roxy asked, red in the face.

Luna paused. Fuck.

“I don’t- we can’t. We’re sisters… I wouldn’t- I would never even think about-“

“What if I wanted you to?” Roxy’s hand had traveled to her sister’s shoulder now. Luna could hardly think, much less string together words to make a coherent sentence. “It wouldn’t mean anything, but… Would it really be so bad? Just one?”

Luna realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Luna muttered, Roxy nodded. 

“Just… don’t make a weird thing out of it ok? It’s just a kiss.” 

Luna checked to make sure no one was around, thank god for that. Taking a deep breath, Luna turned back to her sister.

“So…” Luna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pushed up her glasses. Her hands were shaking. Roxy noticed, and took her sister’s hands in her own.

“It’s OK, Luna… don’t be so nervous. I’m your sister, I won’t judge.” She gave her such a sweet smile. With that last bit of encouragement, Luna nodded and leaned toward Roxy ever so slightly. Roxy caught her breath and moved in. For a while the two were too nervous to breach the gap, a comfortable distance kept between their lips. Then, with sudden eagerness and impatience, Roxy shot forward and locked lips with Luna. The suddenness of the kiss caused Luna to inhale sharply and jump in her seat. 

The kiss itself was amazing, the best either had ever experienced. Luna’s face was warm, blushing so hard her glasses could have fogged up. Roxy moved her hands to her sister’s red face, holding her tightly. Absent-mindedly, Luna started to slip her tongue into Roxy’s mouth, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate. Without realizing it, Roxy’s hand fell to Luna’s thigh, and inched closer to her crotch until-

“Oh-!” Roxy pulled away. Luna blinked twice, recollecting her thoughts before turning away, abashedly covering her face with one hand and her crotch with the other.

“Fuck, i- im so sorry- i don’t know what happened.” Luna did her best to conceal the very obvious erection trying to escape her jeans. “I haven’t been able to- and yknow i’m just- Fuck, sorry!” 

“No no- it’s ok Luna… Really. I take it, you liked that?” Roxy was blushing just as much, if not harder than Luna.

Luna didn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so gross.” Luna hid her face in her hands.

“What? No, it’s ok. Really!” Roxy leaned back in and caressed her sister’s arm. “I get it, you’re excited. I- I am too.” 

“Excited?” Luna removed her hands from her face.

“Yeah I mean, I assume that’s what that means.”

“No no, you’re excited?” A million terrible thoughts went through Luna’s mind.

“Well…” Roxy turned toward the window, blushing. “You’re not the only one who’s been… pent up.” She cleared her throat. “I’m- I’m a little wet right now… Well, more than a little.”

The sisters stared at each other in silence for what felt like ages. 

“I know…. it’s gross isn’t it?” Roxy tried to laugh it off.

“No! Not at all!” Luna grabbed Roxy’s shoulders. “Uh- Well I guess it sort of is… I mean we’re sisters and all, but-“

“But…?” Roxy placed her hand onto Luna’s as it held tight to her shoulder. 

“Uh- People get like this all the time? It’s fine, we’ll take care of it when we get home.”

“We!?” Roxy was both excited and mortified.

“I mean seperately! In separate rooms! Touching ourselves- not- fuck.” Luna tried desperately to hide her fucked up desires in this moment. Roxy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Wh- what?” Luna asked.

“Just- I don’t know… It’s easier with help.” 

“Huh…” Luna went brain-dead. 

“Like you’ve been with girls before! Just this one time, I swear! I won’t ever bring it up again. I just need help right now.”

Luna fully realized what her sister was asking her to do.

“Are you being for real?”

“Y-yes.” There was that awkwardness again. She was too cute to resist like this.

“So you want me to…” Luna’s fingers drifted to the hem of Roxy’s dress. Roxy turned away as she slowly lifted it to reveal her now damp white panties. Luna gasped, completely unable to pull herself together now.

“Please just- do it already.”

Luna nodded, though Roxy refused to look. Slowly, gently, carefully, Luna pulled her sister’s panties down to her shins. Now, her glistening cunt was bare and Luna saw the full lengths of what she had done to her sister with just a simple kiss. 

“F-Wow, you’re really wet, sis.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized how disgusting it sounded. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that did, was Luna being here for her sister.

Luna teased Roxy’s slit, tracing her fingers across it and lightly touching her clit. The full weight of the action, Luna fingering her sister, wouldn’t quite break through to her until she had already slipped two fingers inside. Roxy, who up until this point had been lightly releasing quiet pleasured breaths, let out a full moan. The sound was intoxicating to Luna, she’d fantasized about hearing it for so long, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Fuck…” Luna sighed. Roxy let her head fall back as her breaths became staggered and harsh. The two tried not to look each other in the eyes as Luna spoke once again. “Is this ok?”

Roxy nodded, unable to speak at this point. Luna kept going, now being able to smell just how worked up Roxy had gotten. Luna’s pointer and index were now lodged deeply within her sister’s pussy, awkwardly curling and shifting inside of her.

Roxy let out a quiet whimper and covered her mouth with her hands, ashamed that she was being so loud for her sister of all people.

Luna pulled Roxy closer, maneuvering so that she could better reach from behind, though the position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Luna~” Roxy whispered through strained whimpers as her sister fingered her from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Roxy wrapped her own arm around Luna’s neck and stared up into her eyes. Finally, the two made eye contact, face to face, mere centimeters apart. 

That’s when the reason they had avoided direct eye contact became clear…

The two of them kissed once again, a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Roxy couldn’t help but moan as they exchanged saliva, their tongues writhing around each others’ mouths.

“R-Roxy~ Please… I can’t do this.”

”What? Why?” Roxy broke from her sister’s grasp, pouting.

”I’m i- I’m too hard… do you think you could-”

Without a second thought, Roxy started unzipping Luna’s jeans. Feeling her older sister’s hard cock beneath her tight satin panties drove Roxy crazy. Luna too was losing her mind, shaking uncontrollably as her nerves took hold. Having a girl, her sister no less, touch her in such an intimate way—

The thought was interrupted by the warm, wet sensation of Roxy’s tongue tracing the length of Luna’s cock. 

Luna whimpered as Roxy fit her dick into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, Roxy could hardly think of anything else as she took the entirety of her sister’s dick down her throat.

Luna arched her back, grabbing the steering wheel for support, shaking and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god… Roxy, please~ please don’t stop.” Luna whispered.

Roxy looked up into her sister’s eyes as she pleaded. She looked so pretty from down there. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to finish. She filled her sister’s mouth with hot cum, so much it dripped from Roxy’s lips as she pulled off Luna’s dick. Luna loudly moaned, no longer able to contain herself.

Luna fell back into her seat, still hard as she shouldn’t have been. Unsatisfied, Roxy pulled her panties fully off and climbed on top of Luna. 

“Wait- Wait no!” Luna didn’t really want it to stop, but she knew if she let this happen, there really would be no going back. It was too late though…

Luna’s leaking tip disappeared into Roxy’s slick opening. Slowly, the rest of Luna’s dick entered her sister’s pussy.

“Luna~” Roxy moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms around her neck tightly. The two sat in each other’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. 

After enough time had passed for the sisters to move past the initial sin, they made the final decision to keep going no matter how wrong it was. 

Roxy rose up slowly and slammed back down, her ass slapping against Luna’s thighs over and over. 

Roxy’s dress rose up high enough now that Luna could see the mess she had made of her sister. Wet, glistening in the light of the street lamps, freshly shaven too… 

“Roxy~” Luna muttered her lover’s name between whimpered moans. 

“Luna~” The two kissed once again. A deeper, more passionate kiss than either had ever given anyone else, like they had saved it specially for this moment. They moaned into each others’ mouths, taken by their shared euphoria. When Roxy rose, Luna pulled back. When Luna pushed deeper, Roxy buried her sister’s dick as deep inside her as she could muster without breaking. 

“Roxy~ I’m going to cum again~ I can’t~”

“Shhh…” Roxy placed a finger to Luna’s lips. “I know… me too.” She could hardly get the words out. “Let’s do it together… ok~?”

Luna nodded. The two increased their pace. Up and down, back and forth, over and over. Luna felt herself building to another climax, this time trapped inside her sister, when—

The two came together, screaming out each other’s names as they felt their minds go blank for one brief moment of pure ecstasy. 

Roxy fell on top of Luna, both of them breathed heavily. They didn’t move for a full minute.

“A-are you ok?” Luna whispered. “Was that ok?”

“Yes!” Roxy stammered quietly. “It was amazing, Luna.” She hugged her sister close. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roxy.” Luna watched as Roxy rose from her cock, letting their shared liquids spill out onto it. 

“Thank you.” Roxy embarrassingly stumbled back into the passenger seat. Luna pulled her pants back up and Roxy did her best to clean herself up with the tissues in the glove compartment. The two drove home, not a single word exchanged between them. 

When they finally arrived, their mother still working late into the night, they returned to their separate rooms-

It wasn’t thirty minutes after they got back that Roxy snuck into Luna’s room to continue what they had started in the car…

[oneofnanamisgirls]

Toji Fushiguro Pt.3

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synopsis: texting toji after shiu woke you up from the job and toji comes over

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cw: ed/disordered eating mentioned, cursing, and honestly i can’t remember (sorry).

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A/N: heyy, sorry this took so long to post. i’ve been soo busy with schoolwork lately. likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

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your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether or not to call him. would it be weird to call him this late?

you hear your brother shut the door of his bedroom. he would be going to sleep, he is a heavy sleeper.

you click the call button and wait.

"mphello." toji's voice was muffled.

"god, you really need to stop talking with your mouth full." you roll your eyes at him.

"how is it my fault you decide to call me as i am stuffing my face?" his voice was clear this time.

"i was debating if i actually wanted to call you or not."

"yeah and what's so wrong with talking to me?" you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"stop being so defensive." you want to yell at him, but you whisper it out instead.

"you won't wake him up, he sleeps like a damn mummy." you laugh at his joke, knowing its true.

"that's true. what are you eating?" you ask curiously, remembering that you fell asleep before having dinner earlier.

"some leftover takeout from earlier. let me guess what you had, that pasta that you always make? with the orangey sauce." he asks, knowing that the pasta dish is his favorite and he is looking to score some.

"actually i passed out before eating earlier." you tell him as you put the phone on speaker and turn to lay on your side.

"you do that a lot." he mentions.

"i didn't realize you pay that much attention to me." you chuckle.

"aside from shiu, you are the only other person i see often."

"i take it as a compliment." you smirk to yourself.

"it wasn't, you shouldn't do that." he isn't entertaining the idea of it being a compliment.

"i mean that you pay attention to me." you defend.

"yeah i got that, but you have to eat. especially after a night like last night." he tells you. you can hear shuffling around from his end of the phone.

"forgetting to eat because i was asleep is not the end of the world toji. it was an honest mistake." you shift to the other side.

"it's been more than once. you think i don't realize? when shiu and i have late nights into the morning and you ask him to bring home food because you wake up starving?" he sounds mad.

"why are you lecturing me on this? i'm not doing it on purpose. i don't get why you are so mad over this." you speak defensively.

"i know about the shit from when you were a teenager y/n, i'm not dumb." he states as you hear the door locking through the phone.

"that was years ago toji. i was sick back then. you need to relax about this. i'm not doing it on purpose. i told you that. shiu knows." you explain yourself to him.

"bullshit." he scoffs as you hear an engine rumble in the background.

"where are you going?" you ask him.

"for a drive." he says coldly.

"i miss when you were being nice to me." you sigh.

"whatever, bye." the phone disconnects and you scoff at his ignorance. you should have known that he would flip to being a dick.

you realize that you didn't even shower either, and the warm water is just what you need. when looking for apartments, shiu insisted on both rooms having their own bathroom. you shut the bathroom down and have your shower.

the hot water made you feel better. you dry yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

"jesus christ!" you shout, noticing toji on your bed. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"brought you some food." he says nudging toward the bag on your desk.

"get out!" you point toward the door.

"not until you have dinner. what the hell is your problem?" he rolls his eyes.

"my problem is you invite yourself into my room without even telling me! i am also in a towel for gods sake."

"what are you embarrassed? its a towel, not like you are butt ass naked."

"seriously get out of my room!" you tell him again.

"fine." he waltzes out, shutting the door behind him.

he has some nerve, showing up unannounced. with frustration, you put clothes on without a care. you pause in the middle of pulling your pajama pants on when you realize you forgot to put lotion on. you groan out before sitting at the edge of your bed to apply the lotion to your legs.

you open the door, signaling to toji that you are finished and he can return. you apply your moisturizer in front of the mirror atop your dresser. toji makes himself comfortable at your desk chair.

"i'm surprised you even own clothes as skimpy as what you wore the other night. around here you always wear such baggy stuff." he states.

"can you just stop talking?" you're annoyed.

"look, i'm sorry for scaring you earlier and being a dick. you gotta realize that you and shiu are basically all i have. don't want anything happening to either of you." he tells you with little emotion in his voice.

"it's fine, but i don't need you to act like a parent to me. that stuff with the eating was almost a decade ago. i was really sick. i'm good now." you explain to him.

"i know, i'm sorry."

"did you just apologize to me? i swear i am still asleep. pinch me." you stick your arm out to him.

"haha very funny." he isn't amused. he takes a box from the bag he brought in and hands it to you. it was some plain noodles.

you thank him as he hands you a fork. he lets you sit in the chair to eat. you notice from the corner of your eye that he is looking at the stuff in your room. you let him browse the decor and the other things that decorate your room. you weren't embarrassed by anything, not even the stuffed bear on your bed. you were too mesmerized by the food. until you hear him start opening up drawers.

"get your filthy, greedy hands out of my drawers." you state, not even turning around to him.

"what? you got something you think i might find?" he asks, taunting you.

"no, it's rude to look through people's things." you say to him, taking your last bite.

"don't act so surprised by it then, especially from me." he tells you, truthfully. he isn't always this nice, if you could even say that.

"have some manners fushiguro." you treat him like a kid.

"back to the last names i see. ten years of knowing you and we are back to square one." he sits at the edge of your bed, manspreading of course.

"what did i say about manners?" you question rhetorically walking to him. you push his knees closed a bit. he looks up at you with his eyes, almost daring you to touch him again. "keep dreaming."

"you are the one dreaming." he uses your words back at him.

"why are you still here? you fed me, therefore you know i'm not sick." you cross your arms against your chest.

"we are both awake, might as well hang out." he shrugs his shoulders.

"god if we are actually hanging out, let me take a cigarette from shiu first." you playfully tease.

"i'm not that bad." he tries. "plus you don't smoke."

"not in front of you." you push your arms closer to your body.

"liar." he pokes.

you walk out of your room, grab a cigarette from the box that is tossed on the kitchen counter aside shiu's keys. you take the lighter from the box before walking to the door of the apartment. toji follows you outside, where you look out over the railing. you walk to the area farther away from the other apartments, finding yourself in your favorite corner of the balcony.

you sit on the stool that someone left when they moved out. the area you live in is a nicer area, but it's still in the city. as you take your first drag, toji waits for you to start coughing. when you don't, he raises an eyebrow.

"told you." you blow the smoke away from him.

"i guess we are just learning more about each other today." he leans against the railing next to you. you look around for the outside cat that always comes to your lap.

"hi sweet girl." you coo as the white cat, you have named edie, jumps into your lap.

"crazy cat lady." toji chuckles.

"her name is edie." you pet her and release your fist, letting her take the treat out of you palm.

"why don't you bring it inside?" he asks, receiving a glare from you.

"she is an outside cat, she has always been. i feed her everyday and got a little house for her where she sleeps. i tried bringing her in, but she kept wanting to go back outside." you tell him and then taking another drag. you pet edie with your empty hand, remembering that you have to give her some flea medicine soon.

toji can't help but admire your softness with the cat. he knows you are always soft with things that are precious to you. he is almost jealous of the way you are soft with a stray cat, you were never soft with him.

edie jumps off your lap and runs off to the stairs. you drop the cigarette butt on the ground, letting toji step on it. the sun begins to rise in the distance, you should try to get some rest.

"you look tired." toji notices.

"getting there." you lean your head back against the corner column. the tiredness hits you like a ton of bricks.

he offers a hand to pull you up from the stool. you stumble to your feet, clutching to his tee shirt in fear of falling. your head falls into his chest, you're unsure about the proximity. you were never this close up to him.

"sorry." you stumble back, he was unbothered. you slowly shift your feet back to the apartment, ready to brush your teeth and go to sleep for a few more hours.

you mumble a goodnight to toji, as he gets himself comfortable on the large couch in the living room. you don't wait for a response.

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taglist: @en-happiness

[cheri-2047]

Hellooo , I saw that your request r opened✨ so i like to request a Lyney x Reader , but like what he would be like as a parent ✨ (I hope that’s ok, it’s my first time requesting 😭) have a nice day/night 🫶

I had really bad writers block (again…) for like a week or two I’m so sorry for the late response

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CHARACTERS: Lyney, mentions of Lynette, freminet, arlecchino

Lyney would love carrying your kid. He would love to bring them to anything he does (cooking, watching TV, cleaning) the only place he never brings your child is to his missions.

I feel like even if lyney is busy, he would find a way to help keep your kid entertained. (EXAMPLE: while filing documents for the hearth, he has a toy in his other hand for the baby)

everyday when he comes home after checking on you, he would go to the baby room/nursery and ‘talk’ to them (like… “I’m home kiddo!! Did you miss me? Today I ___ ___ ____) obviously he would leave the stuff from his missions.

magic tricks are a must. Whenever the baby gets fussy, he tries to entertain them or give them a card or anything.

Lyney feels bad whenever he’s busy, so he makes up for it by helping you with chores and caring for everyone (example: he would cook breakfast the next day or change the diapers)

Lyney secretly tries to teach your kid to say “mama” to you. He doesn’t care if that’s the first word and not “dada” or anything, he’s really thankful for you and wants that to be the baby’s first word

at times when he’s busy (either practicing for a magic show or a mission) freminet or lynette would come over!! Freminet would make a mini Pers to give to the baby and he’s very quiet, but he does his best to give affection. Lynette would be a good Aunt, she wouldn’t talk much either, but she somehow manages to be able to last an entire day (or even weeks…) without the baby fussing up.

Arlecchino is aware that lyney didn’t want to introduce the baby to the fatui, but she asked if it would be alright to at least know the hearth. So arlecchino would come over and care for the kid (not cause anyone asked, cause she actually wants to and is happy for you and lyney)

If the baby cries at night, Lyney would be the one to calm them down. “Hey hey it’s okay mon ange, dads here…”

lyney overall is just very affectionate, he loves you two very much and swears on his life that he will protect you

as the baby grows up, lyney still does magic tricks, every time he comes home from a mission, he tries to bring something back (no matter how stupid it is….) “kiddo look-!!! A rock!!!” Typa surprise 😭

Whenever your kid gets sick, he immediately informs Arlecchino. That way he can watch over the (and Arlecchino allows it, unless it’s a big mission)

As your kid grows up, he only tells them about the fatui at 16. He apologizes but explains his reasons. Afterwards, he still doesn’t force the kid to go to the fatui after.

He helps the kid with schoolwork and everything, but when your kid moves out he’s a mess.

he doesn’t want them to leave so every night he tried to do something special for their “last moments at home” (making their favorite food…for weeks…. Or buying them something they like)

as the kid grows up, lyney gets pretty sad actually. He wants to cherish them and he had a hard time letting go (he doesn’t show it to the kid, he just shows his support. But to you, you can see how sad he is)

in the end, he’s a very good and kind father. Though he’s busy a lot, he would do his best to make sure you guys know that he loves you

A/N: sorry for super late!! Wahhhh I hope this is okay <3

[ponstermenis-writing]

✩I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS✩

Ponyboy Curtis & Everyone Darbit, Johnnyboy

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Pony considers himself to be pretty independent.

He doesn’t need the gang to get by—but god does he want them.

He had been surrounded by people his whole life—the sad, lonely days of college were really starting to burn a hole in his chest.

He was sure that when he decided to become an author, he’d meet people like him. But everyone here are rich, better-than-thou folks who think that he’s just some little Tulsian hood rat.

It doesn’t help that he’s already written an incredibly successful book—he doesn’t want to say it’s a jealousy thing, but he’s certainly received a few comments from his fellow peers about it being the only reason he got in.

He didn’t fly down last year. He couldn’t.

Money wasn’t even an issue anymore, ‘The Outsiders’ made him enough money to never have to work again. But with all the new schoolwork, he seriously couldn’t make it happen. School had been easy for him when he was younger, he’s not used to struggling in his favorite subject.

And, as much as he hates to admit it, he misses his friends so much it hurts. They all poked fun at him that he wouldn’t be able to handle being alone for the first time in his life. At first it was great—he finally got the silence he so craved. But then it got too silent.

He missed coming home to see Soda and Steve wrestling on the floor, Darry cooking something mouthwatering for dinner, Dallas and Two-Bit poking fun at each other until that eventually devolved into a wrestling match as well, Johnny quietly talking to him while the TV plays football games in the background.

He missed seeing Darry’s work boots by the door, Soda’s clothes strung up around the room, Two-Bits spill stains on the couch, Steve’s cards all over the floor.

He still stayed in close contact with them.

He and Johnny called almost every night—Johnny could never go to college. Partly because of money—he made sure to give Johnny a decent sum from the book sales—and the fact that school was never easy on him. It helps that he needs someone to help push him around in a wheelchair when his crutches become too much.

So he liked to hear about it, always asking Pony what he’d done that day.

He called the gang as a whole every Saturday, pretending he didn’t feel lonely the second they hung up.

He didn’t plan on coming back this year either. He wanted to, he really really did—but he didn’t like when the gang treated him like a baby. He wants to prove that he doesn’t need them to have a good time.

The idea wasn’t put into his head until Darry called him late on a Wednesday night, December 19th.

“Darry? Is everything alright?” He asks, sitting up. “Yeah, everything’s alright.” Darry says—Ponyboy can hear the sad smile in his voice.

“I was just, uh, wondering—“ Darry begins. Ponyboy can’t help but think he sounds nervous. “Are you coming home for the holidays this year? We’ve all been missing you.”

Ponyboy sucks in a sharp breath. “I…” he mutters, leaning back against his headboard. “Look Darry, I’d love to. I’m just—“

“Too busy?” Darry interrupts. He can hear the sadness in his voice—the way his throat catches at the end of his sentences, even if he phrases it like a tease. God , he already felt horrible about staying in New York—this certainly isn’t helping.

“I’m really sorry Darry.”

“It’s alright, Baby, I get it.” Darry tries desperately to hide his own sadness. “ Shit —you aren’t a baby anymore, huh?” A pause “How’s it up there? Lots of parties?”

Darry never got to go to college. Ponyboy almost felt bad telling him that he got in—he thought Darry would be upset—Jealous, maybe.

But he wasn’t.

He was so happy he cried for hours, telling him how proud he was and hugging him til’ he couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah Dar, Lots of parties.” Ponyboy smiles to himself. He knows he’s lying—but he knows how badly the gang wants him to have the time of his life. He’d hate to disappoint them.

“The guys really miss you.” Darry whispers when they get too silent. Ponyboy feels his eyes get wet—wondering if they feel betrayed that he’s leaving them. Johnny had refused to talk to him for a month after last year because he was scared Pony didn’t want to see him. “I do too, obviously. It's been real different without you here.”

“I know Darry.”

“Johnny, Dal, and Two-Bit got an apartment together, y’know? Soda’s been saving up to move out too.” He keeps going. Pony bets he’s not even trying to make him feel bad—he just wants to stay on the phone with him. “They were gonna try and fly up to you, but they won’t let Johnny on a plane for another year or two. They’re scared the pressure will break him, or somethin’.”

“Impossible.” Ponyboy lets out a wet laugh, trying to hide his own tears.

He never wanted to upset any of them—but what if it’s all different now? What if he comes back and everyone’s got used to him being gone? What if… what if the home he aches for isn’t there anymore?

“I won’t keep you too long, I was just curious.” Darry says finally.

Something about that breaks him. Darrel, his older brother that he used to follow around like a lost duckling, is worried about annoying him.

Their father used to say that one day they’d all be annoyed by him, that he wouldn't be cool anymore and they’d all grow up without him.

Is that how Darry feels?

“Well, uh, what I meant to say earlier before you interrupted me,” Ponyboy says, remembering Darry’s earlier comment about being too busy. “Is that I was just having a bit of trouble finding plane tickets. Y’know with all the snow.”

“You’re joking.” Darry says—he can hear the hope in his voice. “You’re coming this year?”

“Of course I am! Last year was just a fluke—I can’t have you all spending Christmas without me, can I?” Ponyboy can't help but smile when he hears Darry’s hearty chuckle. Darry had always been pretty stoic—he had to be, being the oldest—but now he was happy it was leaking through the receiver.

“Oh, the boys will be so happy.” Darry says, smiling so wide that it can be heard in his voice. “We’ll do everything we used to, yeah? It’s supposed to snow on Christmas Eve.”

“Sounds great, Darry.” Ponyboy says, smiling so wide that it hurts his face. “This is gonna be great , I promise. I—I gotta tell them, I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you.” A pause. “I love you Darry, I’m excited to see you all again.”

“Love you too, Baby.” Darry smiles.

Ponyboy’s smile doesn’t fade even after they hang up. He fully intends on keeping his promise—so much so that he immediately pulls out his laptop and checks for tickets.

Because it’s so close to Christmas, there aren’t many left. Not cheap ones, anyway. He finds a 4-hour no-stop flight to an airport an hour away from Tulsa. He gets a seat before he can even think, taking a photo and sending it to the group chat he has with the gang.

Johnny calls him a minute later. Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, grabbing his phone from his bed and answering.

“Are you serious? You’re coming!? This isn’t an April fools thing, right?” Johnny asks the moment he answers, so excited that he’s sure the boy would be kicking his feet if they weren’t so hard to move.

“Yes, Johnnycakes, I’m coming home.” Ponyboy says, smiling. “I assume you’re excited?”

“Are you kidding? I’m fucking thrilled!” I can hear Two-Bit tease Johnny about watching his mouth from another room. “You gotta see our new apartment, its tuff.”

“Of course, John.”

“Anyway, I’ll leave you alone. I just had to make sure you weren't messing with us.”

Ponyboy frowns. “You think I’d do that?” He can hear Johnny falter, make an odd sound. “Well, I mean, not really—cut me some slack! I went from seeing you everyday to not seeing you ever .”

“Yeah?” Ponyboy laughs. “I’m gonna spend so much time with you while I’m down there, you’ll be begging me to leave.” He hangs up before Johnny can retort, laughing at the frantic texts Johnny sends after claiming it’s not possible and how dare he suggest such a thing.

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The day of his flight, the 21st, he couldn’t help but feel giddy. He’d be in town until January 1st—giving him a great big amount of time to catch up with the gang. He steeled himself for the four hour long flights—he brought gifts and candy along with him, he ended up eating 90% of the chocolate.

He made sure to update the guys of where he was. They had all gotten up at 7 in the morning to call him. Luckily Oklahoma is only an hour behind New York—so he won’t have to struggle with jet lag.

He sat down—sadly he had booked a middle seat, but the person next to him didn’t end up showing and they couldn’t find anyone to replace them. An old man sat next in the window seat, he read silent for most of the flight.

“Are you visiting anyone?” He asks, lifting his head from his book. “Uh—Me?” Ponyboy askes, glancing around. The man chuckles. “Yes, you.”

“I’m uh… I’m visiting my brothers and friends.” Ponyboy replies. “What about you?”

“My son.” The older man smiles, closing his book to look at him. Ponyboy suddenly realizes that he’s missing an eye—two of his fingers amputated too. “It’s good to see young kids like you still care about their families.”

If only he knew.

“Y-Yeah, are you uh… excited to see your son?” Ponyboy askes, not wanting to linger on the comment for too long. “Very.” The older man smiles, looking hopeful. “He’s got a family now, I can’t wait to meet them.”

God… is he seriously going to cry over some old man he doesn’t know?

“I hope it goes well.” Ponyboy smiles, glancing awkwardly at him. The man smiles, holding out his hand—the one with all of his fingers intact—too shaken. “Marty.” He says. “Ponyboy.” Pony answers.

The man’s eyes widened just a bit. “Ponyboy Curtis?” He asks. Ponyboy nods. “Have you ever written a book, by chance?“ the man askes. “Uh—Yeah, I have. Why do you ask?”

“My granddaughters just love your book” the man says, pulling a gift bag out of his carry-on and pulling two copies of The Outsiders from it. “They love it so much that they’re to collect every cover.”

Ponyboy can’t help but smile. He’d never even see this cover of his book—sometimes he forgets just how many people love it. “I can sign them, if you’d like.” He says—he doubts he’s famous enough for it, but he has a feeling the man wouldn’t ask even if he wants him too.

“My—that would be lovely!” The man beams, pulling a pen from his bag. “You don’t understand how much this’ll mean to them, I’ll be the cool grandpa for the rest of my life.”

Ponyboy feels his heart swell with warmth. The man kind of reminds him of Darry—so stoic but so loving. He puts both of their names on each one before handing them back, smiling gleefully. “I hope they like it, sir.”

“They’ll love it,” the man smiles, tucking them carefully back into the gift bag. “We need more young kids like you out there, so kind.”

Ponyboy can’t help but smile, nodding. “I’ve been surrounded by good people my whole life, I think that helps.”

He and the man talk the rest of the flight—Pony’s not a big fan of flying, so it actually helps. Marty seems to be very well-versed on the topic of The Outsiders. He asks about Johnny, Dallas, Darry, Soda—he asks about small details, tells Ponyboy stuff his niece wondered about.

Ponyboy finds himself opening up, he tells the man the answers to everything. Apparently, Marty used to be a general. He’d lost his fingers and eye when his own gun backfired on him, only the hope of seeing his son again kept him alive.

By the time the plane landed, Ponyboy considered himself to have a new friend. Marty was let off before he was, he’s in a wheelchair too. Marty wishes him a Merry Christmas, Ponyboy tells him to say hi to his granddaughters for him.

The second that he was gone, Pony immediately tore his phone from his pocket. He texted the guys that he’d get off soon. Darry immediately responded that they were waiting for him at the gate.

Anxiety started to set in. He’d hadn’t seen them in person for over a year—what if he didn’t recognize them? Ponyboy knows his appearance has changed—his hair is back to its old length, his hair is brown all the way through again. He’s taller now too—he might have Darry tied (finally).

He takes a deep breath before stepping off of the plane, slowly walking out. He’s halfway through searching when he sees someone running at him. It takes him only a second to recognize Johnny—he’s got his crutches, practically toppling on top of him when he goes in for a hug.

“Ponyboy!” He cries, pulling him in tight. He’s certainly gotten stronger—a bit taller too, not enough to beat anyone in that gang, but enough to at least be noticeable. Ponyboy drops his things and hugs him tight—he makes sure to lift Johnny slightly off of the ground so he doesn’t have to use his legs.

“Hey, Johnnycakes!” Ponyboy smiles, burying his face in the boy’s hair. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Jesus, Johnny—let him breathe a little!” A deep voice calls. Ponyboy glances up.

“Dallas!” He smiles, seeing the blonde walk towards them. He hasn’t changed much—he’s a little bulkier and definitely got a bit taller too. The ends of his ultra-blonde hair is dyed red and his brown leather jacket is swapped out for a deep purple sweater.

“Hey, kid.” He smiles, picking Johnny’s crutches up from the floor. “I’m twenty-two, Dallas—I’m no kid.” Ponyboy groans, letting Johnny out his arms reluctantly. Dallas helps Johnny get his crutches under his armpits, just chuckling at him.

“If I gotta be a kid forever, so do you.” Johnny says, pushing himself to stand. “Shit, the gang’s gonna cry when they see ya’. You’re growing up on us.”

Ponyboy can’t help but laugh. It’s a miracle to him that Johnny’s twenty three, going on twenty four. Dallas himself just turned 25–a fact that he is very proud of. Johnny doesn’t look much different—the burns going up his neck have mostly healed, and all the internal things stunted his growth quite a bit.

“Wish I could say the same about you two.” Pony laughs, picking his bags up from the ground. Neither of them have really aged much—All Dallas has is deeper frown lines and eye bags, but he’s always had those.

“Ha-fucking-ha.” Dallas bites, rolling his eyes. “Just because you’re grown now doesn’t mean I can’t clock you.”

“Down doggy.” Johnny chuckles, leaning on him. “He just got here.” Johnny got a little more talkative after the fire—he’s less scared of everything too, he pokes fun at the guys just as much as Two-Bit does now.

“Yeah, I just got here.” Pony repeats, giving Dallas a soft punch on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Glad you came back, man.” Dallas can’t help but smile. “Two-Bit is trying—and failing—to find a parking spot, we better get out there before he has an aneurysm.”

“Oh, god. Why would you do that to him?” Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, following the other two around the airport. “He deserves it. I’m not driving that piece of junk around this place.” Dallas shrugs, letting Johnny hop up onto his back and carrying him the rest of the way through.

They find Two-Bit just outside of the parking garage, his rust-bucket truck sitting beside him. He runs up and hugs Pony hard enough to lift him into the air. He’s grown a lot, actually—he used to be the third shortest, after Ponyboy and Johnny, but now he’s well on his way to being the same height as Steve was. Some of his old chub has turned into muscle—he helps out at the fire station when he needs extra cash. But he’s still the freckly redhead Pony remembers.

“All my babies are growing up on me!” Two-Bit cries in mock sadness, pinching all of their cheeks. “I’m a year younger than you, asshole.” Dallas groans, letting Johnny off of his back.

“I’m hearin’ a lot of goo-goo-ga-ga coming from this direction,” Two-Bit teases, pointing his finger at Dallas—he definitely tries to bite it, barely missing. “Respect your elders!”

Ponyboy can’t help but laugh, throwing his things in the trunk. “You guys haven’t changed a bit.”

Two-Bit flexes his arm, smirking. “Oh, yes I have , my boy.” He says proudly. “Wait till you see Darry, he’s like… a whole different person. He smiles now.” Two-Bit jokes, saying it like Darry smiling is some sort of legend.

That reminds him. Two-Bit and Darry started dating some time after Pony moved out. It was a shock to all of us—especially with how much Darry talked about settling down with a girl and having kids of his own. Steve was the first to make a joke about Two already looking pregnant.

“Bet you love that.” Ponyboy teases, poking Two lightly. The redhead smiles dreamily, pretending to swoon. “So very much.” He says, leaning back against his car. Someone honks at him and it’s clear that they’re in peoples' way. They stop immediately upon seeing Johnny’s crutches, giving them enough time to throw themselves inside and start it up.

Two-Bit and Dallas sit in the front while Johnny and Pony reside in the backseat. Johnny immediately wraps his arms around him the second he’s sitting—Ponyboy has to buckle the boy’s seatbelt before he forgets.

“Safe to say I was missed, huh?” Ponyboy laughs, hugging Johnny back. The two of them had always been extra close—now that he was back he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to leave again. “Very much.” Two-Bit chuckles, glancing back in the rear view while Johnny peppers kisses on Pony’s cheek.

꙳ ❅⋆⁺₊❆⋆ ❆ ͙͛ ˚₊꙳

The drive back was spent catching up—Pony was happy to know that things had been going well for them too.

Dallas got a full time job at Bucks—he no longer had to risk getting hurt at the rodeo, though he still went sometimes. Johnny works as a tattoo artist now—he’s aware of that already, but he didn’t know that he actually specializes in tattooing over scars and incorporating them. When he doesn’t have a client, sometimes he’ll help out at Buck’s for extra cash. Two-Bit started at a dinner just outside of their building—but most of his time was spent helping out at the fire station (who all love Johnny very much, apparently).

Getting home was the most nerve-wracking part. Steve is out of town for the day to visit his mom—But Darry and Soda stayed home to set up the house for him. They hadn’t touched his room since he moved out, but they wanted to go all out with the decorations because they both know he loves it.

Pony is halfway through getting his things from the truck as he’s tackled to the ground. Thank god there’s snow, or he’d have a damn concussion!

“Ponyboy!” Soda screams, loud enough to hurt his ears. “Oh my god, look at you! You look so grown, little man!” He says, pulling Pony’s cheeks and smiling down at him. “Hey Sodapop.” Ponyboy chuckles, reaching up to hug him.

Soda’s changed quite a bit. He was in the military for a long while—he quit after a close encounter with death. It left a pretty deep scar going from his chin to his temple on the other side. He doesn’t let it get to him—claims he gets even more girls cus’ he’s all mysterious now. He’s bulked up a little and his muscles are fading—but he still looks handsome as ever. His hair is just as blonde as it always was.

“Jesus, get off before you suffocate him.” Dallas chuckles, toeing Soda’s side with his boot. Soda rolls off, pulling himself to his feet. “Sorry, Pone. ‘M just so happy to see you!” Soda smiles, helping him grab his things. “I’m happy to see you all too.” Ponyboy can’t help but smile his wide, toothy grin.

When he glances up, he sees Darry leaning in the doorway.

Darry doesn’t look too different—he looks older, bigger… but aside from a bit of salt and pepper in his hair—which definitely came early from shitty genes and the constant worrying—he's still Darry.

Ponyboy gives him the tightest hug he can manage–he's only been home for a minute and they’re both already holding back tears.

As he walks back into the house—his house–and into the living room he remembers, sitting down on the old leather couch he used to do his homework… he wonders why he ever worried about coming home.

[justwinginglife]

Dude just imagine Kafka has a little sister and everybody knows it but they didn't now that his little sister also now about her brother Kaiju secret.

So a scenario where kafka got notice but his sister defended him OR a scenario where the sister calls for Kafka bcs she's scared and couldn't handle losing her friends/comrades.(Almost like Daki calling Gyotaro hehehe)

Freader is Kafka little sister btw.

just choose which one you want to do I don't mind.

AHH sorry I took so long with this one. Got stuck in my Hoshina world for awhile. But I'm ready for Kafka now. (Also I just realized after I posted this, I might not have hit everything you wanted in that request, but fuck it, it's 2 in the morning, forgive me)

You never asked for anything.

You wanted many things, but you never asked and that was one of the things Kafka loved about you. Even despite his begging and his pleading for you to tell him what you were thinking, for you to let him spoil you rotten, he appreciated that you were always being considerate of him, not wanting to take up his time or his money.

Growing up with you, he'd learned to watch the path of your gaze or to follow the trail of your fingers, and see where it lingered in the shop windows and the store shelves just a second longer. And then you'd end up with a random gift on a random Tuesday just because he knew you wanted that headband or that new toy but would never tell anyone. He didn't need to wait for a special occasion to treat his little sister, everyday was a special day to him because he loved you.

It was that heart of his, that desire to protect the happiness of others and that determination to follow through on that desire, that made you confident that one day he'd be a Defense Force officer, even if eventually he had stopped believing he'd be one himself.

You always knew he was destined for great things and you didn't want to hold your big brother back so you buried yourself in your schoolwork. You wanted to find a means of supporting yourself and you wanted to be confident enough to reassure him that you'd be okay without him. But you wouldn't. You missed him terribly all the time. Missed him ruffling your hair, nudging your side, grinning widely, making stupid jokes, being stupidly optimistic all the time. But this was something he needed to do without you, and when he was ready to try again, to reach for his future, you wanted him to have both hands free.

Even when he'd confessed to you that he was Kaiju number 8, you encouraged him to keep pursuing his dream of being in the Defense Force. When you got the news that he had made it, you threw him the biggest party. You'd been his biggest supporter for so long, how could you not?

And then you didn't see him for awhile. He did try to visit you frequently, but you knew he would have to fight to keep his place in the Defense Force, beside all the other impressive officers, so you'd make up excuses to be busy so that he'd focus on his training instead of you. He must've known what you were doing, because he still found time to mail you gifts and letters to thank you for your support. But he did as you wanted, he focused on getting stronger, on being better, on being someone you could be proud of.

Then, one day, your college got attacked. Of course the Defense Force got called in, but they were so busy focused on the rampaging Honju; no one had time for a small Yoju that had wandered away from the stampeding hoard and cornered your best friends in a deserted part of the school campus. You were supposed to be with them, but you thought you'd pick up some coffees for everyone on the way over, a little pick-me-up to help with another late night study session. When you saw the Yoju chasing them across the schoolyard, you dropped your tray of drinks. Before they even hit the ground, you had your phone out, calling your brother.

"Kafka. I... I need you. I'm at school. My friends... my friends are under attack, please hurry. Please come quick. I need you."

You never asked for anything.

But all this time you'd spent holding back from running into your brother's arms, crying to him when you'd gotten a slightly lower grade than normal, or bitching about the sheer amount of projects you had due in one session, all this time you'd spent depriving yourself of a normal relationship with the only family you had, your friends were there for you instead. Cheering you on, through every test, every speech, every assignment, cheering you on the way you missed him cheering you on. You needed them.

And right now, they needed you too. You weren't strong enough to save them, but you could be strong enough to suck up your pride and ask your brother for help for once.

When he arrived in a few minutes flat, ready to do anything and everything you asked, you almost cried.

Suddenly memories came flooding back to you. Kafka catching you falling out of a tree when you'd ignored his warning not to climb too high and you'd slipped off a weak branch. He hadn't even scolded you; he knew you were already frustrated enough at yourself. He just bought you ice cream and smiled at you, telling you he was glad you were okay. Then there was that time Kafka chased off the neighborhood bully when he made fun of your pigtails; even though Kafka reassured you that you looked adorable with pigtails, he still spent all night learning how to braid your hair because you insisted you'd never wear pigtails ever again. He was always saving you, and here he was again- your hero.

It didn't matter that he was in a form you didn't recognize. You knew it was him. You'd know his heart anywhere. And even with fangs, his smile still comforted you, let you know everything would be okay.

He made quick work of the Yoju that was pursuing your friends and you were finally able to exhale the air that had been trapped in your lungs. He even carried them to the doors of the school infirmary for you when they'd passed out from the shock.

When you were sure your friends would be okay, you took Kafka to a secluded area behind the school where no one would be watching. Before he could even fully transform back into himself, you had already jumped into his arms. You hugged him with the force of a thousand hugs to make up for all the times you'd wanted to find refuge in his arms, but instead pushed him away, pushed him to work.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He ruffled your hair as he held you close. You always loved him ruffling your hair. You used to scold him for messing your hair up, but secretly, you always wanted him to do it again.

Suddenly, being in his arms again, you didn't care about his "destiny," or whatever great future you had envisioned for him. You just wanted your brother back, and for now, you had him. You could be as weak and as worried as you wanted, and he'd be there for you. He'd hold you until you stopped shaking, and then hold you a little longer just for good measure. Just because he missed you and he liked holding you.

You finally looked up at him, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. "Do you think it's okay... if I ask you for more? If I rely on you more? Can I... can I need you again?"

He smiled that same smile he always did, his wide grin overflowing with love for you. "You can always count on me. Ask anything you want of me. Need me as much as you like for as long as you like. I promise, I'll be there for you."

He was always saving you.

But maybe, finally, it was okay to let yourself be saved.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

without you (pt. 2)

pairing: lee felix x female reader

summary: you have been best friends with the 00 liners+chan for a while now. now everyone is in college and when you begin to devolop feelings, its gettimg hard to choose...

tags/warnings: college skz, liking multiple people at a time, fluff, angst, reader struggles with anxiety and depression, cussing, partially proofread

a/n: hola!! so ive been really busy... sorry for not making pt. 2 quicker! hope yall enjoy!

The week had passed in a blur, the chaos of adjusting to university life settling in just as quickly as it had hit. Classes, assignments, new faces—all of it was both exciting and overwhelming, but there was one constant you hadn’t expected: Felix.

At first, it had been the same—Felix, the warm, friendly boy with the easy smile, always so happy and full of energy. He had a way of making everything feel lighter, of reminding you not to take life too seriously. But now, seeing him day after day in the dorm, being in the same space as you, his presence felt different.

It wasn’t just his smile, though that was still as infectious as ever. It wasn’t just his laugh, that boyish sound that could fill up a room. It was the little things.

The way he always made sure you were included in everything. The way his gaze lingered just a second longer than it should when he looked at you. The way he seemed to always know when something was wrong. Felix’s kindness was something you had always appreciated, but now, in this quiet dorm room, it felt heavier. Like it meant more than it ever had.

You hadn’t intended to let your feelings for him grow like this, but now it seemed like everything you did was tied to him in some way. And it was confusing. Because with him, things had always been simple. Now, there was this unspoken tension between you, something you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried.

It was late on a Thursday evening when you found yourself alone in the dorm’s common area. The others had gone out for dinner with Jisung, but you had stayed behind to catch up on some homework. You sat hunched over your desk, a notebook in front of you, but the words on the page blurred. You couldn’t focus.

I can’t keep doing this.

It wasn’t just the schoolwork. Your mind was racing with everything—the anxiety that had been building ever since you arrived at university. It was the pressure of keeping up with everything, of making friends, of adjusting to a life that felt so different from home. But most of all, it was the overwhelming feeling of not being able to stop thinking about Felix.

You swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts aside, but it was like trying to hold back a wave. Every glance Felix gave you, every laugh you shared, just made it harder to breathe. And every time you saw him with Chan, or laughing with Hyunjin, you felt like you were sinking deeper into a pit you couldn’t crawl out of.

You clenched your fists on the desk, trying to steady your breathing, but it wasn’t working.

Focus. You just need to focus.

But the harder you tried to concentrate, the more your thoughts spiraled, and soon, your breathing became shallow. You could feel it. That old, familiar pressure in your chest.

It wasn’t just anxiety anymore. It was a panic attack. You could feel the room closing in, your hands trembling, the world blurring around you.

No. Not now.

But it didn’t matter. Your vision blurred, and you felt yourself sink into the chair, the panic too overwhelming to fight off. You shut your eyes, wishing it would stop. Wishing the feeling of dread and fear would just go away.

Felix had been in the hall with Seungmin, talking about something silly when he heard it—a small, almost imperceptible sound coming from your room. He paused, furrowing his brow. He hadn’t seen you in a while, and he figured you were probably buried in homework. But something in the quiet made him uneasy.

He excused himself from Seungmin and walked toward your dorm room, knocking softly before entering. But when he stepped inside, his heart sank.

There you were, slumped against the desk, your face pale, your breathing fast and shallow, hands clutching your hair.

“Y/N?” Felix called out softly, his voice tinged with concern. But you didn’t respond. You didn’t even seem to hear him.

Felix’s pulse quickened. He moved toward you quickly, crouching down beside your chair. His hands hovered around you, trying to remember what to do. He had only seen you like this once before—so lost in your own panic that you couldn’t even respond.

“Hey, hey…” Felix gently took your hands in his, squeezing them lightly. His touch was warm, grounding, but you didn’t respond. You just continued to breathe rapidly, your chest heaving in that awful, familiar rhythm.

He bit his lip, trying to think. He remembered what you’d told him once, years ago, about your anxiety, how you sometimes had panic attacks that took over. Felix remembered what to do. He had never been great at handling these situations, never knew the right words. But he knew you needed him right now.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said softly, his voice gentle but insistent.

Slowly, your eyes opened, and for the first time since he’d walked in, you seemed to notice him. You blinked at him, as if registering that he was there, and he saw the moment of recognition in your gaze. It was enough to make his heart ache.

Felix squeezed your hands tighter, pulling you out of the fog, trying to focus your attention. He needed to help you focus on something—anything—so your mind could slow down.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in slow, deliberate motions. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

You tried to nod, but it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t seem to catch your breath.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He moved even closer, gently placing one hand on your back, the other still holding your hands. He leaned in, his voice low, soothing. “Breathe in with me, okay? Just like this. One… two… three…” He breathed in deeply, his chest rising, and you watched him, trying to mimic his movements. Slowly, your breathing began to match his. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

You could feel his warmth beside you, the steadiness of his presence pulling you back from the brink. Felix didn’t say much, but his calmness had a way of making everything feel just a little more bearable. You clung to his hand as you continued to breathe together, the panic beginning to subside as his touch and his voice anchored you.

It took a while, but eventually, the tightness in your chest began to ease. You could breathe again, slower, calmer. You still felt the weight of it all, but it wasn’t as suffocating anymore.

Felix didn’t pull away. He stayed with you, his hand never leaving yours. His voice was soft as he asked, “How are you feeling now?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice came out shaky. “Better… thanks.”

Felix smiled, his expression full of tenderness, but there was something else in his eyes too. Something deeper. You weren’t sure if it was relief or something else, but you could see it. Felix had always been kind, but right now, his kindness felt like something more.

“Don’t thank me,” he said, his voice soft, but his gaze unwavering. “I’m always here for you, Y/N. Always.”

For a moment, you were speechless. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had been there for you like this. Felix’s presence, his care, felt different.

It felt like more.

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized: maybe it was always meant to be this way. Maybe Felix had always been more than just a friend to you.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time you stopped pretending you didn’t feel it too.

[dewdr0pz]

YN has social anxiety and in any case that YN and Wilbur are together outside hes always by her side.

And if YN is ever getting around people and Wilbur is around, he rubs his thumb across her hand a whispers loving things in her ear

💨 Breathe for Me 💨

Summary: You have social anxiety & in any situation where you & Wilbur are together outside he's always by your side, & if you're ever getting around people & Wilbur is around, he rubs his thumb across your hand & whispers loving things in your ear.

A/N: I'm sorry this was kinda late! I've been very busy as of late with schoolwork & choir practice & such. Hope you enjoy it!

word count: 488

contains: the reader nearly having a panic attack, social anxiety, pet names, the reader being sensitive to loud noises, the reader wanting to die (this happens while the party is going on & the reader wishes they were dead so they didn't have to go through this)

"Darling, are you completely sure you want to go to the party tonight?" Wilbur had just finished a show with his band & the plan was for everybody to have a party to celebrate their last day on tour. You weren't a very big fan of large parties.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you lied. You were never fine.

He looked at you with uncertainty. "We can just stay on the tour bus, love. You know I won't mind."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you repeated. You put your shoes on &, in an attempt to change the subject, you asked, "Where are we going for the party?"

"I really don't know," Wilbur chuckled. "Ash & Joe said something about a bar, but Leandra said to have a party on the tour bus, & Mark said something about a restaurant that's around here. You could go ask one of them, if you want to."

You shook your head. "I don't really care." Another lie. You were very curious, but you just didn't like talking to people.

Wilbur nodded in understanding. He took your hand & you two stepped out of the venue & were greeted by cheering fans. You quickly put your hands over your ears & quickly walked to the tour bus. You opened the door & stepped inside with a sigh of relief. Inside of the tour bus stood the rest of Lovejoy, who greeted you with waves & "hello"s. You greeted them with a smile as soon as Wilbur walked in. & then, almost spontaneously, the party started.

An hour later...

You were standing in the corner of a tour bus as you felt a panic attack coming. It was very loud & somewhat crowded on the tour bus & you wanted to jump off of a cliff. Wilbur was doing a chugging competition with the rest of the band & you couldn't be bothered to participate. Wilbur, of course, saw you in the corner of his eyes & rushed over to you.

"Lovely, what's wrong?" he whispered, leaning into your ear as he gently grabbed your hands. "Breathe for me, baby, deep breaths." You hadn't even noticed that you were hyperventilating until he told you to breathe.

"Loud & crowded," was all you could say. He nodded & shouted to the band, "OI! TURN DOWN THE MUSIC A BIT!" Leandra looked over at you two & quickly turned the music down a little bit.

"How about we go do the challenge, okay?" he whispered. "If at any point you want to step outside, we can do that, alright? & I'll hold your hand the entire time if you want."

A small smile crept onto your lips & you slowly nodded. He returned the smile & kissed your cheek. For the rest of the evening, he was right beside you, holding your hand & whispering sweet nothings into your ear when he had the chance.

He was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

[the-fox-with-no-name]

I couldn't resist, sorry for the poor writing I'm improving as I go.

Head Canon Skit: Andrew’s Silent Intent. Part 1

Wymack: [holding up a blueprint] "Andrew, why am I getting calls from the engineering department about you asking them to build...this?" [points to a design that suspiciously resembles hidden blades from Assassin's Creed] "What exactly is this contraption supposed to be?"

Andrew: [deadpan] "It's exactly what it looks like. But don't worry, it’s none of your concern."

Wymack: [raising an eyebrow] "None of my concern? It’s my team, Andrew. You’re part of my concern, especially when you're commissioning someone to make... this contraption. What are you planning to do with these?"

Andrew: [calmly leaning back] "Mind your pay grade, Coach."

Wymack: [rubbing his temple] "I'm not even going to ask. But if you use that thing on the court...or anywhere near my team—"

Andrew: [cutting him off] "You'll never know about it."

After Wymack leaves, Andrew pulls out his phone, quickly typing out a message.

Andrew’s text to Neil: "Payment sorted?"

Neil’s response comes almost immediately.

Neil: "Got it."

Andrew smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He leans back in his chair, glancing at the calendar on his wall. October 5th. Three weeks until Halloween.

With that, he goes back to his usual business, fully content with whatever chaotic plan he's concocted.

Later that day

Neil walks into the dorm after class, dropping his bag near the couch. He spots Nicky lounging with a controller in hand, completely absorbed in a game of Assassin’s Creed.

Nicky: [without looking up] "Hey Neil! You ever play this? It's so cool. The lore is deep. It’s all about this secret order of assassins, and they use these blades—" [pauses the game to wave his hand, mimicking the iconic wrist blade motion] "—that pop out from under their sleeves. It’s wild!"

Andrew, leaning against the counter, barely glances over. He clearly couldn’t care less.

Andrew: [flatly] "Not interested."

Nicky shrugs, going back to the game, but Neil’s attention shifts to Andrew. He watches as Andrew’s fingers subtly mimic the same wrist movement Nicky just made, almost absentmindedly, as if rehearsing something. Neil quirks an eyebrow, stifling a smile.

Andrew catches his glance but doesn’t acknowledge it. He just tilts his head slightly, as if daring Neil to comment.

Neil keeps his thoughts to himself, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He shakes his head, sitting down at the table to finish his homework, pretending not to notice while Andrew goes back to his own silent plotting.

Andrew's phone buzzed. With a single glance, he stood up and walked over to Neil. He didn’t bother slowing down, his hand outstretched, already expecting what was coming. Neil, without a word, pulled a stack of cash from his sleeve. Andrew snatched it without missing a beat and was out the door in seconds.

Neil returned to his homework, unfazed, as if the whole exchange hadn't just happened.

Nicky scoffed at Andrew leaving like that. Neil just smiled to himself.

Later that night, Andrew returned to the apartment. Everyone else was already in bed, except for Neil, who had fallen asleep at his desk again. Schoolwork was piling up, and Kevin had threatened to bench him if his grades started slipping.

Andrew walked over, noticing Neil still resting his head on the desk.

Neil: Did you see it? [Rubbing his eyes]

Andrew: [flatly with no expression] yes, it will be done next week. Although someone sold me out to coach so, Bill will get it done with no issue. 

Bill was a gearhead in Palmetto's engineering program, and he owed Andrew a favor. Andrew had already made sure to call it in.

One week later 

It’s late at night, and the dorm is eerily quiet as usual. Neil hears the soft sound of footsteps and the creak of a door. He sits up in bed, instantly alert, and sees Andrew slipping out. 

Curiosity especially when it comes to Andrew gets the better of him, and he follows, careful to keep his distance.

From the shadows, Neil watches as Andrew bends down to pick up a box left at the door. The label reads: “To Andrew. Happy cosplaying.” Neil’s eyes narrow in amusement. 

Andrew unsheathes one of his knives and without missing a beat, he slices through the tape and opens the box. He reaches in and pulls out a gleaming, mechanical gauntlet, its design unmistakable. 

As if sensing his presence, Andrew raises two fingers without turning around, motioning Neil to come over. Neil freezes for a second, realizing Andrew had known he was there the whole time. He walks over cautiously, his heart beating a little faster, but Andrew doesn't seem upset.

Andrew: [calmly, without looking up] "You're terrible at sneaking."

Neil stays silent, watching intently as Andrew slips the gauntlet over his forearm, adjusting the fit with practiced precision. He takes the knife he used to open the box and with a soft click, locks it into the gauntlet’s mechanism.

Andrew tests the motion, flexing his wrist. In a swift movement, the blade ejects, extending with a soft hiss. Neil can’t help but be impressed as Andrew stabs the box a few times, his strikes fluid and precise, just like an assassin from the game Nicky had been playing.

Andrew: [still focused on his work] "It’s not for cosplay."

Neil watches the blade retract with a soft click. Andrew finally glances at him, his expression unreadable.

Andrew: [deadpan] "Keep staring, and you’ll find out exactly how sharp this is."

Neil: [smirking slightly] "I’ll pass."

Andrew retracts the blade and stabs the box again, more out of habit than necessity. The blade moves with lethal accuracy with each strike 

Neil: “You’ve been practicing.”

Andrew: [calm, flat tone] “Some things don’t require practice. Just... intent.”

Neil leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Andrew’s movements. He stays quiet, his own thoughts churning, but he’s careful not to break the fragile stillness.

Andrew retracts the blade, letting the silence hang heavy between them for a moment.

Andrew: [finally turning, meeting Neil’s gaze] “What?”

Neil: [shrugs, unbothered] “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Andrew: [raising an eyebrow, with a hint of challenge] “Good luck.”

Andrew says nothing, continuing to toy with the gauntlet, but Neil catches the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. He steps back, giving Andrew his space, but now he knows he is enjoying the hell out of that.