#you're too scared of mentioning it in the wrong moment and not getting the reaction you'd like to get

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[cherrynflowergarden]

hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? 😇

bf héctor headcanons || héctor fort

an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda güler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next 😠🎀

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bf!héctor who despite looking so imitating is the sweetest boyfriend ever.

bf!héctor who calls you mi vida because you are his life.

bf!héctor who smiles so wide around you.

bf!héctor who acts nonchalant but not second someone mentions you all that act is down the drain.

bf!héctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.

bf!héctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.

bf!héctor who loves being your passanger princess.

bf!héctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.

bf!héctor who loves gossiping with you.

bf!héctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.

bf!héctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.

bf!héctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.

bf!héctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.

bf!héctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.

bf!héctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.

bf!héctor who talks to his mom about you.

bf!héctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)

bf!héctor who lets you colour his tattoos.

bf!héctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)

bf!héctor who loves when you steal his clothes.

bf!héctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)

bf!héctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.

bf!héctor who needs your attention 24/7.

bf!héctor who playfully bites your nose.

bf!héctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.

bf!héctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.

bf!héctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.

bf!héctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.

bf!héctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.

bf!héctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.

bf!héctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.

bf!héctor who loves neck kisses.

[luveline]

I would love the reader flinching during a fight blurb (I think u did it with James and Steve) but with eddie! Only if u want of course

thank u for ur request, hope this is okay, 1k fem!reader

cw mentioned past abuse/abusive situation, please read with care!

Eddie doesn't do anything to provoke your reaction, obviously, and if he did it would've been accidentally. He only raises his voice and puts down his keys too hard at the same time on the table, barely looking at you as the argument reaches a crescendo. 

The sound catches you off guard. Your arms leap in toward your chest and your head turns to the side, defending yourself from a blow that would never come from him. Nausea floods your system, and no sooner have you flinched than you're covering your mouth to smother it. 

"Holy–" Eddie takes a step back initially, but he quickly closes the space between you to take your elbow. You force your arm out of his grip. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" 

"I thought you were gonna throw your keys at me," you start to explain, reaching for him. "I–"

"I would never do that." 

"I know," you say, blinking and straightening up your hunched back, "that's not– I know you wouldn't, but the noise…" 

"Sorry," he says tightly. 

You take a deep breath and feel embarrassment like a rushing wave hit you, ice cold, your hands covering your face for a moment to get air in right. You peek at him through your fingers. "No, I'm sorry," you say, "what were you saying?" 

"It really doesn't matter. Were you scared of me?" he asks, sounding terrified. 

"No. I mean– I mean," —his expression dampens further at your stammering— "I flinched because it was loud." 

"You said you thought I was going to throw my keys at you–" 

"Because I did think that. It was only for a second." 

"Somebody chucked shit at you enough you started expecting it?" Eddie asks, his terror melded into something much worse. He frowns at you, an imploring pinch to his eyebrows as he rubs your upper arm. 

"Eddie, I don't wanna talk about it." 

"You don't?" he asks. 

"Why would I want to talk about that? It's so fucking embarrassing." 

Eddie takes your arms into both hands gently. "Pause on our fight. Or forget it." He ducks his head to meet your eyes, his lashes like half diamonds, long and dark and emphasising the browned honey colour of his irises. "It's not embarrassing. It's not embarrassing. I'm sorry it felt like I could throw them at you, but I wouldn't." 

"I know." You sound more annoyed than he deserves. 

"Yeah?" he asks gently. 

You try to calm down. Chill out. "I know you wouldn't. It wasn't like that, it's just 'cos we don't fight and it was instinctive. Like a yawn." 

Heartbreak blossoms on his face. You hate it at first, thinking he feels sorry for you, but then things slow. Your heart rate, your adrenaline. For the first time since you started arguing a few minutes ago, breath comes easily to you. Eddie waits for your cue, his hands sliding down to take a loose hold on your fingers. 

It shouldn't be instinctive to expect pain during a verbal disagreement. His face says as much.

"I swear, sweetheart, I wouldn't," he murmurs. 

You start to cry when you realise you believe him. Of course you know he wouldn't, but you could've said that before about someone else. And he's asking you if you wanna talk about it like you should, and you say you don't but of course you do —you want him to tell you it'll never happen again. That it was undeserved. 

Eddie's rough around the edges but his hands are always nice. He sews your fingers between his and squeezes weakly. 

"Somebody threw stuff at you?" he asks, eyes darting down your cheek, following a heavy tear.

"It's okay," you say. 

"I'm supposed to be telling you that. Shit, c'mere." He pulls you in for a hug. "This is okay, right? I don't wanna make you feel worse." 

"It's fine." You sniffle into his shoulder. "It's fine, I don't know why I'm upset." 

"I thought you were gonna throw up, baby. I didn't mean to make you feel like that, I shouldn't have started shouting. I wouldn't have. If I knew, I wouldn't have. I shouldn't have." 

You cling tighter. 

"Sorry," he says, kissing your forehead, his voice all closed up like he's upset. 

You shudder as you inhale, your body's attempt at regulating, and press your nose into his neck until it hurts. If it hurts him, he doesn't say, but you readjust in case it does. 

"What happened?" Eddie asks. 

"It's shitty, Eds. You don't wanna hear it." 

"Yeah, I do. Anything that happened to you that warrants that sort of reaction is something I want to know about, not just 'cos I have tires I need to slash–" He audibly winces. "Or, like, an angry letter to write." 

"You can slash tires. It's not like that, I don't think you're violent, baby." 

"Good. I wanna know what made you feel that way because that's stuff that happened to you, and I love you. I don't want you carrying that by yourself. And," —he drops his cheek toward his shoulder, smiling At you tentatively— "I don't ever wanna make you flinch again." 

"It's not your fault." 

"It's not yours, either. None of that shit was your fault." 

Eddie rubs your back until it feels weird, your skin almost raw under the constant back and forth, but it's a steadying touch that you don't want to go without. You tell him the gist of things without crying anymore, and if you need to do it with your eyes pressed to his shoulder he doesn't say a word. 

He has some assurances to make you. How loved you are. How the last thing in the world you deserved was a raised hand. You've never heard him speak that sincerely for that long, but you need every word. When you think he might get sick of comforting you, he props you on the couch. 

"Tell me if I'm being too much," he says, wrapping you up in a one-sided hug. 

You feel safe and sound under his arm, pressing a kiss to a blown out tattoo. "Not too much," you murmur. 

Eddie pulls your head to his lips for a peck nestled lovingly beside your eyebrow. 

[elinoracia]

⁑ They see you cry for the first time// Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, use of Y/N, mention of death and blood, swearing (censored), Leander jumpscare. Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Leander x reader.

Feel free to request anything!

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Context: Even after Professor Fig's death, even under great pressure and no matter the situation, you never let your friends saw you crack. Not even a single tear. You were trying really hard to hide your pain and sadness. But it had to come out one day... After fighting against some poachers with your companion, they almost killed him/her. After you saved him/her, you finally broke down. You thought you lost him/her too. You couldn't control your tears. (Pre-relationship)

THEIR REACTION :

Sebastian:

He gets up and dusts himself off without noticing how devasted you were at first.

"It seems like I'm the one who's in your debt now. I owe you- Y/N? Are you crying?"

He almost runs to you the moment he notices.

"What is wrong? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Tell me!"

He is extremely worried. He doesn't know why you're crying. When you explain to him you were really afraid of losing him like you lost so many people in your life, he got really quiet for a moment.

"You'll never lose me. We're a team, the best team even. If we stick together and protect eachother, nothing could ever happen to one of us. Besides, I am an excellent duellist!... Look at me Y/N..."

He lifts your chin up to make you meet his gaze. You could see how concerned he was. He wipes away some of your tears with his fingers.

"I'll be the one protecting you next time." You could feel he wasn't only talking about duels or battles...

He is not really good with words so he will go out of his way to try to cheer you up for the rest of the day. He will pick little flowers for you and bring you sweets.

"I'm not great with words but I surely can listen! Please come to me if you want to talk..or if you need a big bear hug! I'm also good with those."

Would hug you very tightly for as long as you need.

Ominis:

He will notice almost immediately when you start crying. He felt your breath pattern change and he heard you slightly sniffle.

"Y/N, may I ask what's troubling you? It's very unlike you to be this upset. I'm worried. Are you hurt perhaps?"

You then explain how scared you were. You feel like you almost lost him too.

He stays silent. He goes to reach for your hand and holds it.

He usually never lets anyone holds his hand because he doesn't feel like he is in need of any guidance and doesn't think it is ever necessary. But he is making an exception to comfort you.

"I appologize for making you worry that much about my safety. But I am still here...thanks to you."

You both make it back to Howarts and he refuses to let go of your hand.

"As you may already know, I am a great listener. I am always available if you feel the need to talk about anything."

"Your safety is also truly important to me. I just want to make sure you do not feel like what happened to you or anyone is your fault."

He really wants to make sure you're feeling better before letting your hand go.

He doesn't care if people can see him holding your hand. All that matters at this moment is you.

"Take your time Y/N. I'll stay for as long as you need me to."

Garreth:

He is very oblivious about the situation. You turn your head to not face him so he couldn't see your tears. But you feel your shoulders shake.

When he notices how your demeanor changed, he just wonders if you were tired or maybe hurt.

"Y/N? Are you alright? I have some Wiggenweld potions if you need any. I even brew them myself."

You try to explain to him how you felt. You couldn't contain your tears. Those poachers almost killed him in front of your eyes... You see his eyes widen.

"Y/N...Please don't cry. I'm fine, look! Please... I hate when I can't see your pretty smile."

He will almost instantly take you in his arms and give you a hug. He will also gently carress your head as he tries to make you smile or laugh.

"Come on Y/N, you usually always laugh at that joke! Smile for your best bud...please."

He will not leave you alone until you feel better.

"Trust me, I think you might need some of that famous Gryffindor courage, chivalry, and determination to make you feel better! You're in luck, I have all of the above!"

He will not leave you for the rest of the day. And if anyone tries to talk to you, he will tell them you need to rest. He wouldn't want you to feel too overwhelmed.

"There it is! There is your pretty smile. Do you feel a bit better now?"

Amit:

After the battle against the poachers, his first instinct will be to check on you, even he was the one who almost died. He'll quickly notice you feel upset.

"Y/N what is wrong? Please don't cry...I'm here for you."

You explained how unbearable the thought of almost losing him too was. You explained how much it breaks you.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't know how much that impacted you. I should have known. But I'm here for you now. Don't be ashamed to cry in front of me. I'm here..."

As you're crying, he gently rubs your back and hands you his handkerchief. He stays next to you until you finish crying. Then he will talk to you for a while.

"I hope you know you don't have to hide your emotions from me anymore. I still think you're incredibly strong. You're so wonderful Y/N, truly."

He'll almost force you to go get some rest for the rest of the day.

"Please, let me bring you back to your dorms. You need to rest. I'll warn your teachers about your absence, they'll understand. I'll give you the notes I took during class, I insist on that."

He'll walk you back to your dorms like the gentleman he is. He'll make sure you don't have to worry about anything else for the rest of the day.

He will bring some food to you so you don't forget to eat. It's not just an excuse to come to see you and check on you, not at all really

He will try to be more careful about what he does. He doesn't want to worry you.

Poppy:

She almost cries first. The situation really shook her. But when she notices you crying, she focuses all her attention on you.

"Y/N! Please tell me you're not hurt! I'm here, I'm okay, you're okay. Take a deep breath."

You try explaining to her through your heavy sobs how afraid you were to lose her too.

"Don't be silly, I'll always be right next to you, no matter how annoying it can be. They can't possibly get rid of me that easily when you're with me Y/N. That's what makes you such an amazing person... You're always so selfless."

She takes you in her arms. Nobody can possibly make her let go of you.

"I'm so sorry you went through all of that... but you will never lose me."

She makes you take deep breaths and do breathing exercises until you calm down a little.

"Do you feel better? Do you need me to bring you something? Water? Food? Anything? Let me go get that for you!"

You could ask her for anything and she'll RUN to get them for you.

"Don't worry, it's okay to cry. Sometimes I cry too! It doesn't make you weak or anything of the sort! Your tears mean you feel deeply and that's a good thing!"

She'll make sure that you're not alone, not a single second, for the rest of the day. She has to make sure you feel supported.

Natty:

She is very attentive to what is happening around her. So it doesn't take her long to notice your muffled sobs you were trying to hide.

"Y/N, what's wrong? I'm here with you, you can tell me about it."

She tries to stay very calm. She wouldn't want to stress you out more than you already are.

As you explain to her how you felt about losing her too and the fear of her being killed, you can notice how concerned she looks. She sadly knows that feeling all too well.

"I want to support you in any way you need. You are not alone. I...I know how you feel."

She'll make you sit next to her. She will let you cry it out while she hold your hand and softly rubs it with her thumb.

"This is really hard for you, I understand. I will help you work it out. I'll never leave you Y/N. You'll never lose me, I hope you know that."

She'll hand you tissues as she listens to you attentively.

"Is there anything I can do to help? I would do anything to help you feel better."

She is ready to do anything you want. It really hurts her to see you go through what she went through.

Following this incident, you can be sure she will regularly check on you.

Imelda:

She is panting as she tries to get up. She is just glad she didn't die. It was a close-call. When she turns to look at you, she is surprised to see you so upset.

"Y/N? Why are you crying? We won! You beat them all! It could be so much worse, I almost died."

You explain how the though of losing her the way you lost so many people scares you. Your tears are flowing on your cheeks.

"I'm not...that big of a deal. If I knew you were going to cry over me, I would have been more careful... Please...Y/N..."

She slowly pats your back, not really knowing what to do or what to say.

"Hey Y/N, it's okay, I'm still here. And even if one day I die, I'm sure you'll figure out something crazy like usual and resurrect me or something like that. You're that powerful, I'm sure of it. But let's not think about it just yet!"

She usually would NEVER hug anyone but she'll hug you if you ask her. She will complain but she'll still do it for you.

"Hugh! So needy! Just don't hold me too tight, I can't escape death twice in a row. There there, I'm here."

Deep down she enjoys being the one you're worried about. She would never admit it though.

"Don't tell anyone we hugged or I'll never hug you again."

Leander:

He only thinks about himself at first. He almost died and couldn't believe he was still here.

"Holy sh*t you saved me! Y/N... it was crazy. I-... Are you crying?"

You tell him how afraid you were about losing him too. You couldn't bear the thought of him dying.

"Oh...I- hum..."

He doesn't have a single clue how to comfort you. He is very ankward and clumsy with his words. He means well though.

He's the kind of person to not think before he talks.

"Y/N...look at me. I...hum...your tears are beautiful...S-Sorry I just blurt out random things when I'm nervous. But I'm here..."

He'll ankwardly hug you and pat your head.

"It's alright Y/N...Do you want my scarf? You're always begging me to give it to you so you can wear it. Here, take it."

He gives you his scarf you puts it around your neck. It feels strangely comforting.

"You can wipe your tears with it if you want. It's yours now. Red suits you much better anyway."

You burry your face in his chest and hug him tighter.

"I hope it's not just an excuse because you don't need to do that if you really needed a hug from me that bad. I'll hug you everyday if you insist."

In a weird way, his teasing makes you feel a bit better.

[mustainegf]

hi if you're uncomfortable with this please feel free to ignore

any era james with a reader with scars on her arms? shes really self conscious about them and cries because of how they look and how people see her, maybe someone made a comment about them earlier and shes extra upset about it and james holds her and reassures her she's beautiful and that her scars dont define her and whatnot? just comforting her and holding her close and then maybe they fall asleep cuddled up?

thank you <3

Totally comfortable with this! I have struggled in the past with this sorta stuff and I want to bring people any sort of comfort

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mention of self harm, scars

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁸⁵

The evening was very late, and the house dead silent. James had been out with the guys no doubt talking music and downing beer after beer. I sat on his bed, my head running with thoughts and feelings that seemed to eat me alive.

The next thing I knew, the first drops of tears had already fallen, and then just dissolved into my hands, sobbing.

I didn't hear the door open, but the change in the air told me James had just walked in. He took heavy footsteps. He saw me instantly, and without a word, he shut the door and locked it. The click of the lock echoed in the room.

He sat beside me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. His scent, leather, smoke, and something so… him, swallowed me, and I felt like for a moment, I could breathe again.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he whispered in my ear, his voice ultralow. I nodded, shaking my head and trying to get a hold on myself, but the tears just wouldn't stop. "Come on, talk to me. Please, babe."

"I'm fine," I choked out, but even I didn't believe myself. James wasn't having it either. He pulled me tighter, his hand rubbing my back in slow.

"You're not okay," he said gently. "You’re crying, and I hate seeing you cry, baby, you know that. Please tell me what's going on."

I wanted to say, but somehow the words didn't leave my throat. How to explain, the hurt, the embarrassment? I couldn't stand that look of disappointment in his eyes.

James kept rocking me, murmuring sweet words. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

He finally cracked my walls. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "It's… it's something Lars said."

James's body stressed a little. "What did he say?"

I swallowed again, the lump in my throat swelling. "It's nothing, really. He was just… teasing me."

"What about?" he pressed. I could sense him getting frustrated, not with me, but the situation. All he wanted was to understand, to help.

I began to cry again, and I knew I needed to be honest with him. I loved him too much to withhold this from him now. I pulled back a little, looking down to my lap. "He was making fun of my scars."

James was silent a sec, his confusion palpable to me. "What scars? What do you mean?"

I took a deeper breath, almost painful with how far I reached into my lungs. I rolled up my pant leg, revealing the crisscrossing lines of healed white and pink scars that covered the area from my leg down to my ankle. I couldn't bring myself to look at James, I was terrified of the heartbreak I might see in his eyes.

His reaction was immediate, and he gasped, not loud, not dramatic, but every ounce of air left his body in the second.

"Oh my God," he whispered, his fingers delicately drew along the scars. "Why… why didn't you tell me?"

I looked away, shame raining down on me. "I didn't want you to think that I'm… weak, o-or ugly…”

He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. In them, I saw the pain but also the love.

"You're not weak. God, and these,” he pointed a finger down on my scarred leg. “These make you strong. And THAT is beautiful…” he watched me with almost teary eyes. “I'm just. I'm scared for you. I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, the tears falling harder now and soaking my shirt and falling to his blanket. "I didn't mean for you to find out like this.”

James pulled me right back into his arms. This time, he held me even closer, and I could feel just how fast his heart was going. "Don't be sorry… I just wish I'd known sooner."

He soothed my bruised heart. We talked for hours, James asking me tender questions, really trying to understand what I had gone through. James made me feel safer than anyone ever had.

"I'll talk to Lars," he promised, planting a kiss on my forehead. "He didn't have the right to say that to you. I'll let him know that."

I nodded. "Thank you, Jamie."

James kissed the top of my head again and his lips seemed to rest there. "I love you," he whispered.

“Even the sc—“

I couldn’t even get my words out before he was shushing me again.

“Even your scars, baby.”

[hw4-l1z]

Hi I'm new to your blog but I was wondering if I could request wooyoung x male reader where wooyoung is popular at school and he hooks up behind the school with the school goth boy

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I fell in love with an emo boy 😼😼twas kinda rushed at the sex part but whoops.

Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!m!reader

Cw: reader smokes// putting out cigarette on skin// reader has a few violent thoughts but only about 2 mentioned// unprotected sex// spit as lube// public sex// bullying// kinda just dirty//CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE!!!

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You never really liked wooyoung. His ego was too big and he was such a dick...but although you hated his personality there was no denying that he was gorgeous. He'd catch you staring from time to time but would always be so cocky about it.

"What are you looking at?"

"I know I'm hot but you're weirding me out"

"I look sexy today, don't I?"

You'd just roll your eyes and turn away from him, scoffing. But he was right. He did look really good but you'd never admit that. Some days he'd look so fucking pretty but was such an pain in the ass. You couldn't help but have thoughts about completely taking him apart and having him at your mercy. You wanna degrade him, hurt him, make him beg and humiliate him.

Today you were around the back of the school where nobody ever goes, your back leaned against the wall as you puff on a cigarette. You'd had a long stressful day and needed some sort of relief which at that moment all you had was a pack of cigs. They'll have to do. You thought you'd get some nice peace and quiet by yourself until you hear someone's shoes scraping against the gravel, approaching more and more until they fiannly appear around the corner.

A groan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the wall in frustration. It's wooyoung. He spots you and smirks as he walks towards you. You move your head back forward and you push yourself off the wall ready to leave before he grabs your wrist.

"You know these are very bad for you, it'll turn your insides black" he stops and looks at you up and down before putting on a raspy, mocking 'edgy' voice "unless your hearts already a black void" he says before burning out into laughter. You just glare at him before yanking your wrist out his grip.

"You think you're funny huh?" You quirk your brow at him. He just looks at you trying not to laugh in your face. God you wanna punch him right now. "What are you gonna do? Use your black magic on me? You gonna curse me for eternity" he laughs. You shake your head before letting out a laugh through your nose "no...but maybe this" you say before grabbing his arm and putting the lit up end of your cigarette on his forearm, pressing it down to put it out on his skin. He yelps in pain, ripping his arm from your grip "What the fuck is wrong with you!!" He shouts looking at you with a face of shock.

You throw the cigarette onto the ground before grabbing him and pushing him against the wall. "What's wrong with me? Oh I don't know maybe the fact that you're almost always insulting me and constantly have some stupid snarky comments to say" you snarl to him. He looks a little scared considering he doesn't any of his friends to help him out this. You know he's useless and weak without them, he puts himself into these situations just to have his friends beat the shit out of people. He's alot smaller than you are but since you've never given a reaction back he never expected this to happen.

You've caught him at the right time. You can do whatever without risking getting your ass kicked. "Awe don't have your little buddies to help you this time do you, guess you'll have to fight your own fight this time" you sneer, your face is so close to his, you want to kiss him but you also wanna stomp his face in. He didn't know what to say. He felt a little humiliated that you got him like this but he's also more humiliated at the fact that he's insanely hard right now. Your grip on him, how close you are to him, the look on your face is turning him on so much.

His face begins to burn up once your body presses right against his. He knows you can feel it by the way your lips grow into a smirk and your eyes darken. "Oh...is this turning you on" you chuckle, looking down as you see the tent in his trousers pressed against your own now growing tent. He tries to look away ,embarrassed at this but your hand turns his head back to face you, looking into his eyes. Your gaze burns into his soul as he blinks back at you.

You give him a smirk before you pull away slightly and manhandle him around so his front is now pressed against the wall. You pull his hips out and back into your crotch as you lean into him. Your breath is hot on his neck as you tease it from one side to the back of his neck. "Your such a slut aren't you, want me to fuck you at the back of the school huh? What if someone catches us? What would they think watching you getting fucked onto my dick hmm?" You laugh breathily.

Finally your lips connect with his neck, sucking harshly and biting him, leaving behind dark red marks. He whines as his hips press back into you practically begging you to fuck him. Of course he's scared if you get caught but he's wanted this for so long he can't wait any longer. He reaches behind him to undo your belt in a desperate attempt. You help him out, undoing your button and fly before helping him pull down his trousers.

You pull your cock from its restraints, giving it a few strokes before spitting on it making sure you coat your cock enough. You spit on his hole and using your thumb to rub it in before you line your cock up ready to enter. Slow you push into him as his hips squirm trying to find an angle that feels most comfortable. You finally bottom out to which felt like forever for him, he never turned to see what he was dealing with so the stretch was definitely a surprise for him. He feels so full, your reaching deeper than he's ever felt before but it feels incredible.

Eventually you begin to slowly move yourself in and out. Wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him close as you begin to fuck your cock into him. His head rolls back as the pleasure over takes him. He's fucking his hips back into you whilst one hand is on his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Since neither of you are super experienced it's just quite desperate and messy. Grinding into eachother in a desperate attempt to get off and for you to release some steam. Once wooyoung is feeling less tense you stand up straight again, placing your hands on his lower back pushing down to make him arch more before you begin to properly fuck into him. Your pace is rough but not too fast, hitting those spots inside him at such a perfect amount of pressure. One hand stays on his lower back as the other grips his hair and pulls his head back roughly. His moans are so cute and whiny as he squeezes around you.

Your hand gripping his hair moves round to hold under his chin as you turn his face to the side to face you. You lock your lips onto his quickly, savouring the taste of him. Your tongues begin to tangle with eachothers, messy with spit and teeth clanking of eachothers. It's messy and dirty but you both seem to love it. You feel as his walls begin to contract around you signalling he's about to cum. You can feel yourself getting closer too, the knot building up more and more.

It's not long until he's letting out a high pitched moan into the kiss, spilling his warm seed into his hand. You follow close behind, pulling out of him and pumping your a few times before spilling onto his ass. All that's heard is just heavy breathing as you both stand there dazed, coming down from your highs.

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[sturnsreckless]

𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄,, c.sturniolo

summary: you and chris were young and you fooled around with each other, and after you realised things weren’t right, you took a pregnancy test, then finding out you were having a baby with chris sturniolo at 18.

cw: teen pregnancy, crying, fluff, comforting, mentions of giving up the baby, smidge of angst

wc: 1.7k

a/n: could do a part 2 if you guys want?

at 18, life was supposed to be about freedom and fun, but everything changed in an instant for you. it all started as innocent flirting with chris sturniolo — the boy everyone adored. your playful teasing turned into stolen kisses and dirty little secrets, but deep down, you knew things were starting to get serious between you two.

one afternoon, after a whirlwind of emotions and a night that felt like a dream, you felt a wave of panic wash over you.

something didn’t feel right.

taking a deep breath, you grabbed a pregnancy test, heart racing as you waited for the result. when the two pink lines appeared, the world around you shattered.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

your mind raced with thoughts of what this meant for your future with chris.

would he even be there for you? would you even be able to handle this?

as you stared at the test in disbelief, you knew you had to face chris and tell him the truth. the weight of the news felt heavier than anything you had ever carried, and with each passing moment, the reality of becoming a parent at such a young age sank in.

your heart raced as you paced around your room, the test clutched tightly in your hand. you could already imagine chris’ reaction — would he be excited, scared, or something in between? the thought of facing him was daunting, but you knew you couldn’t keep this a secret.

after 20 minutes of overthinking, pacing your room, and shedding tears, you finally made your way to his house, each step feeling heavier than the last. when you knocked on the door, your stomach twisted in knots.

chris opened the door, his familiar smile fading as he saw the look on your face. “what’s wrong?” he asked, concern flooding his eyes. he stepped aside and opened the door further, welcoming you in. you hesitantly walked in, he led you to his room that was next to the front door.

as soon as his room door behind you, you turned to him, taking a deep breath, you held out the test with your shaking hand, your voice trembling as you tried to hold back tears. “i’m… im pregnant, chris.”

the silence that followed felt an eternity. you watched as his expression shifted from confusion to realisation, and then to something deeper — fear, perhaps, or disbelief. the weight of the moment hung between you, and you knew that everything was about to change.

"oh my god...you're-i..." he trailed off, his eyes darting around his room as if searching for answers that weren't there. when they settled back on you, there was a mix of shock, uncertainty, and something akin to dread etched across his features. "this can't be happening," he muttered under his breath, almost as if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

he took a step closer, "we're too young for this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper now. "we haven't even graduated high school yet." the words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of just how monumental this revelation truly was.

chris' gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders slumping as the gravity of the situation began to sink in. "we aren't even together..." he whispered.

seeing chris so overwhelmed, so clearly struggling to process this news, tugged at your heartstrings. you wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and reassure him, but the fear of his potential reaction kept you rooted to the spot.

"chris, please... we need to talk about this," you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with emotion. "i know it's scary... but we can figure it out. we have to."

"talk about what?" chris snapped, his head snapping up to meet your gaze. "there's nothing to figure out here, y/n. you're pregnant. with my kid. our lives are over before they've even really begun."

his voice rose with each word until he was practically shouting, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "do you have any idea what this means? college, our futures, everything we've planned... it's all gone because of this one stupid mistake!"

chris paced his room, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to make sense of it all. "i can't do this," he muttered, more to himself than you. "i'm not ready to be a dad. i can just about look after myself, let alone be a father."

tears streamed down your face as chris' harsh words cut deep, hitting a nerve you hadn't even realised was raw. you felt like you'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of you.

seeing the effect his words had on you seemed to snap chris out of his spiralling thoughts. he paused mid-pace, turning to face you with a mixture of guilt and regret etched across his features.

"fuck, y/n, i'm sorry," he sighed heavily, closing the distance between you two in a few quick strides. "that came out harsher than i intended. i'm just...shocked...scared. i don't know how to process all of this."

gently, he reached out and wiped away some of your tears with his thumb, his touch surprisingly tender given the storm raging inside him. "you're right though. we do need to talk about this. properly. not like this, where i'm lashing out and saying shit i don't mean."

you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand as you looked up at chris. despite the turmoil evident in his eyes, his gentle touch sent a spark of warmth through you, reminding you of the soft caresses and stolen moments you two had shared.

"it's okay," you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere. "i understand. we both need time to wrap our heads around this." you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead. "let's sit down... maybe grab some water? we can try to calm down and talk this through, like adults."

even as you spoke the words, a part of you wondered if 'adults' was an accurate description for either of you at this point.

chris nodded, his expression softening slightly at your attempt to remain calm and rational. "yeah, okay. that sounds good," he agreed, leading you towards the kitchen.

once seated at the table, chris got two bottles of water, handing one to you with a sheepish smile. "sorry again for losing it earlier. i know that wasn't fair to you."

he took a sip of his own drink, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "so... where do we even start with all of this? what kind of plans should we make?" chris' brows furrowed as he considered the enormity of their situation. "i guess we should probably think about telling our families soon, huh? and figure out what we want to do about the baby..."

you took a slow sip of your water, savouring the cool liquid as you gathered your thoughts. the prospect of breaking the news to your parents, to anyone, filled you with a sense of dread.

"telling our families will be... tough," you admitted, setting the bottle down on the table. "they're going to be shocked, disappointed... and angry, maybe. especially since we're so young."

a pang of anxiety shot through you as you met chris' gaze. "as for the baby... i don't know what to say. i've never even held a newborn before, let alone raising one. it's a lot to take in." you fiddled with the hem of your hoodie, avoiding direct eye contact as the weight of the decision pressed down upon you. "do you... do you want us to consider giving the baby up or...?"

chris' expression turned pensive as he listened to your concerns, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the tabletop. "that isn't something i've really considered," he admitted quietly. "part of me thinks we should keep the baby, try to make this work as a family... but another part of me is terrified of being tied down like that so early on."

he let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "i don't know, y/n. i feel like we're way over our heads here. neither of us is prepared for parenthood, let alone navigating the complexities of keeping or giving a child up."

chris leaned back in his chair, studying you intently. "what do you think we should do? honestly, what's your gut telling you?"

your heart pounded in your chest as you searched your own feelings, trying to discern what your gut was telling you amidst the whirlwind of emotions. ultimately, you found solace in the bond you and chris had forged, the connection that had brought you to this point.

"i...i think we should keep the baby," you confessed, meeting chris' gaze with determination. "not because i'm sure that's the right choice, but because i trust us. i trust you."

you placed your hand atop his, squeezing gently in an effort to reassure both of you. "we might mess up along the way, we might stumble and fall... but i believe in us. i believe we can figure this out together."

you offered him a small smile, hoping to convey the depth of your conviction. "and who knows?"

chris' eyes widened slightly at your declaration, a mix of surprise and tentative hope flickering across his features. "really? you want to keep the baby?" he asked softly, almost as if he needed confirmation.

when you nodded affirmatively, chris exhaled slowly, visibly relaxing as some of the tension drained from his shoulders. "okay then," he murmured, turning his hand over beneath yours to interlace your fingers together. "if you're sure that's what you want, then...yeah. i think we should too."

a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "i guess this means we're really doing thid whole adult thing now, huh? no more slacking off or putting things off till later..."

chris squeezed your hand reassuringly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a comforting gesture. you looked at him with a smile on your face — you wanted this. you wanted it with chris, maybe not the right time, but you wanted it.

@sturnsreckless

[thefandomenchantress]

So everyone's talking about the new episode right now. Understandably so, since it had so much new evidence! In fact, I'm going to talk about it as well. However, instead of focusing on the bombshells David dropped or Levi's secret, I'm going to do what I do best: Focus on Ace and ignore literally everything else. /hj

(Spoilers for Chapter 2, Episode 12!)

All joking aside, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Ace literally said, like, five lines of dialogue this episode. And yeah, you're right. Actually, that sort of ties into what I'm talking about.

Okay, time to explain. The thing I want to talk about is this: Ace is weirdly...Not as confrontational as usual this episode? Let me show what I mean through examples.

What's so special about this moment? Well, strangely enough, it's what comes after it.

Now, when I first watched the episode I laughed and thought, "Oh, someone insulted Ace, now Ace is going to be angry" and then they never cut back to him being angry. They just said that (admittedly very funny) line and moved on.

And after it happened, I didn't think too much of it. I was far too consumed by the episode's greatness to care too much, and Ace's reaction wasn't necessary for the scene anyway.

These two lines aren't as strong for what I'm trying to say, so I'll lump them together.

But I thought it was worth mentioning that in the first photo, Ace joins in with Nico and Levi on saying Arturo should've been better at his job. But after Arturo scolds the three of them, as well as everyone else by extension, it only cuts back to Nico and Levi. Which is fine, it can be assumed that since Ace's comment was a late addition, shorter, and didn't have too much substance, him not getting a reaction makes sense (I mean he's not the one who got called a whore like Jesus Christ Arturo--).

In the second photo, Hu tells Ace to stop blaming Nico because they have an airtight alibi, and Ace...Just shuts up. Nico complains about being interrupted and they move on to other people's alibis (or more like the lack thereof). Which sorta makes sense, Ace can't really refute her point because he can't prove she didn't have breakfast with Nico. Then again, he could've made a point to say no one can prove they did have breakfast together, since they were in private, but still. Maybe Ace is too scared to seriously argue with Hu after that slap, haha.

It's this last example that actually made me notice that there may be anything resembling a pattern here:

During this part of the episode, I was immediately reminded of J's line about Ace being incapable of being quiet and expected Ace to refute her point. After all, it's basically the same as refuting her earlier point. He just has to say that he's not always spontaneously combusting every 5 seconds like she thinks again. He's not a grenade launcher in a glass house. More like a small batch of fireworks, thank you very much.

But Ace doesn't say anything. This is only made more obvious by Charles immediately cutting off the conversation there.

And this moment made me think something. Keep in mind I could be totally overthinking this an unnecessary amount, but that's what most of theories end up being anyway.

Since the conversation is immediately ended by Charles, DRDTdev could've ended J and Ace's interaction off with Ace trying to insult her back, maybe him going "Listen here, you--" before Charles cuts them off because they have a trial they need to finish. But DRDTdev decided to not make Ace have any reaction whatsoever to this insult, at least not one the audience can see. And based on how loud and opinionated Ace is, I'm guessing that if the comment did make him have an extreme reaction, we definitely would have heard him say as much. But we don't.

I think what makes all this so weird to me is that whenever someone is condescending to Ace, usually he's very upset and it shows. In trial 1, we see him be one of the few to cave pretty quick to the idea that they were wrong and that Teruko isn't the culprit. Yet when Whit says Charles isn't the culprit, Ace suddenly feels very strongly about it, because Whit actively talked down to him about it, (I think Whit said something like "use your big boy words" but I'm too lazy to rewatch the whole trial to find it) and now Ace doesn't want to agree with him (Or at least that was how I interpreted it, he's so petty I love him). So you'd think he'd be more resistant against those who kept making comments about his intelligence or demeanor, but so far, he hasn't.

That could mean two things. One, he's the culprit and is trying to at least vaguely avoid unnecessary confrontation and bringing attention to himself. But honestly, I doubt even that would stop Ace from impulsively insulting people back.

The second option is this:

My first thought and explanation in my head for this connects to Ace's overall arc. Let's recall Ace's secret quote:

"I don't know what to do with myself anymore"

This line gives off a sense of hopelessness. Like Ace has completely given up on everything.

And for some reason, a couple of the moments above made me feel, at least slightly, the same thing. If Charles says Ace is so stupid he's never seen anyone more stupid ever before in his life and didn't think it scientifically possible for anyone to be that stupid? Ace has no response. If J says another line about Ace's explosive demeanor? Ace has no response.

I don't know, something about Ace just not bothering to refute them makes me feel that something is off. He complains that everyone sees him as an idiot and how he hates it earlier in the chapter. He seems so distressed as he does it, it's a full-on break down.

And yet, when people do exactly what he was talking about here, he can no longer muster up a response. It's like he's given up on changing their minds. He knows they think he's stupid, and impulsive, and intolerable, and he thinks there's nothing he can do about it anymore. Blowing up at them will only make them think they're right. So he's given up on doing anything at all.

I suppose my line of reasoning is that maybe small details like this will pile up over time, as Ace, unnoticeably at first, loses some of his fire bit by bit, until inside he's just...Empty. He doesn't know what to do. He's so tired, and he doesn't know anything that can help or distract him from his situation. And seeing as the secret quotes seem to embody a character's mindset at death...That seems to be the place Ace might die at. Perhaps even at his own hands, who knows.

Is that an overreaction on my part? Possibly. Am I overanalyzing microscopic details? Yes. But that's my job.

So anyways I really enjoyed this episode and Ace was great too! Yippee for the return of DRDT, and my Eden culprit idea not being completely debunked yet!

[farfromsugafanfic]

Stray kids reaction to seeing surgery scars on their s/o

Anon 🐻‍❄️

SKZ Reaction To Seeing Surgery Scars On Their S/O

Genre: fluff, suggestions of smut

Warnings: mentions of surgery, body insecurity, cancer, mention of disease and injuries

A/N: My first anon 🥹 thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it. Also, thank you for 1,000 followers 🥺

Chan:

Chan knew about your appendectomy scar and how it was one of your complexes, but you'd always managed to keep it hidden from him. He tried to express that it was perfectly normal to have surgical scars and that it wouldn't change how he felt about you, but it still took you time to show it to him.

Pulling up your shirt, you winced as the keloid scar became visible. Chan stayed quiet before gently running the softest part of his fingertips over the rough scar.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Sometimes," you said. "But not too much anymore."

He nodded in understanding and reached down to intertwine your fingers.

Minho:

Minho understood why you were scared for him to see your scoliosis surgery scar because he too had a surgery scar that he felt self-conscious of. While he'd sometimes caught a small glimpse of it, you always tried to keep it hidden. Eventually, though, it became impossible to deny the intimacy growing between the two of you.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said, trying to lighten the mood with some light sarcasm. It seemed to work since you laughed and some of the tension in your body. When you finally threw your shirt aside, his breath hitched at the long vertical scar down your spine. It lined up with the curves of your body linearly, making your body look like two butterfly wings sprouting from the scar.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous."

Changbin:

Changbin knew you had a tumor removed from your kidney as a kid, but it never crossed his mind that you might have a scar. While you sometimes even forget about it, there are times you get reminded. Someone looks a little too hard at your abdomen when wearing a crop top, or someone was bold enough to ask what happened.

You'd long put your childhood brush with cancer behind you, but when Changbin first noticed your scar, your body filled with dread. Would it be the last straw and he would finally find you completely unattractive and dump you?

However, Changbin didn't say a word and just placed his palm over it. He'd continue to do this, sometimes without even thinking about it, just reminding you that he loved every part of you, even the parts you sometimes wanted to hide.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin noticed that you always wore long sleeves. At first, he didn't think much about it, until there was an especially hot day when you refused to take off your long-sleeved shirt. When he questioned it, he saw the panicked look in your eyes and knew something was wrong.

After a bit of soft prodding, you eventually explained that you'd broken your arm as a kid and had had surgery, leaving you with a scar. Hyunjin was silent for a few moments.

"Is that all? You thought I would mind that?"

"Well, I mean, you're so gorgeous."

"I still have scars, babe." He chuckled and reached for your sleeve, gently pulling it up and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the scar. He didn't say anything else, but gently leaned down and kissed the scar.

Jisung:

When Jisung first met you, it was at a large event where you'd had your makeup professionally done. But, the next time he saw you, it was a late night at the convenience store where the scar from a skin graft surgery you'd had after getting a burn on one side of your face. Compared to what it could look like, it was relatively minor, but the scar was visible and you'd only just got used to doing small errands like this without covering it up.

Jisung can't lie and say it didn't catch him off guard, but it only made him more interested in you. He bought you a pudding and chatted with you, deciding not to mention anything unless you did. This surprised you because most people couldn't help but ask for the sob story of the car accident that resulted in major burns to your face.

Eventually, you did tell Jisung what happened though it took time and getting over some insecurities. But, Jisung's openness about his insecurities and your insistence that they didn't matter to him helped you come to realize how enamored he actually was with you.

Felix:

You and Felix were both very open about your insecurities and who you are. However, you could never get yourself to show your biopsy scar. The scar was small, but noticeable. So, you kept it covered. As you and Felix became more intimate, you knew he would eventually see your scar.

Felix was a sweetheart. You knew he wouldn’t care and that such a small flaw would not affect how he felt about you. Yet, still, there was a nagging worry. When Felix does see the scar and notice the way your body tenses when his eyes graze over it, he takes your hand and kisses the back of it gently.

“It looks beautiful on you,” he said, as if he were looking at you trying on a dress and not gazing at your scar. His hand brought yours to his cheek.

Seungmin:

On the outside, it wasn't obvious that you had lupus, but Seungmin had begun to notice that you never drank—not even beer or wine. He didn't mind but found it a bit curious since it was not something he was used to with people around his age. Still, he didn't ask questions. That was until he was staying the night at your apartment and caught a glimpse of the hockey stick shaped scar on the right side of your abdomen from having a kidney transplant.

His eyes widened as he began to put it all together. He didn't flip out but did ask if you were okay. After you explained, he felt better but also felt bad that you felt like you needed to hide such a major part of yourself from him. From then on, he would sometimes find himself absentmindedly running his fingers over the scar when you lie together.

Jeongin:

Jeongin knew you'd had knee surgery a few years ago after tearing your meniscus. But, he'd never seen the scar. Of course, he was never actively looking for it but realized that you never showed your knees at all. When asked about it, he could tell it was a touchy subject, but a few sweet words and reassuring touches calmed you.

Rolling up your pant leg, you showed him the scar. It was larger than most other similar scars because your injury had been extensive. The scar—at least in Jeongin's eyes—wasn't too visible, but he made sure to give you a cute peck on the nose and encourage you to wear what you wanted since surgery scars were nothing to be ashamed of.

[kairiscorner]

Miguel x Spiderwoman reader where the reader is his wife and he finds it so funny that despite being spiderwoman, she still has a crippling amount of arachnophobia 😭💀🤣

KDKDBFODKDKDKFKFO THAT'S SO CUTE WHATTTT he'd tease the shit out of her omgggg

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miguel o'hara x arachnophobic!spider woman!reader

content warnings! mentions of blood and bleeding. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these themes ^^

despite being bitten by a radioactive spider and adopting the moniker 'spider woman', you were deathly afraid of these eight-legged critters–it was like being scared of your own kin, in a way. you couldn't stand being around spiders themselves for too long, nor could you look nor touch them or their fat, hairy bodies; they disgusted and scared you sometimes, with those beady little eyes and those sharp fangs of theirs... kind of like your husband's.

he was an intimidating, scary man at times, though you loved him dearly and knew he was incredibly soft and mushy underneath; he also had an unprecedented sense of humor, which was tapped into when he discovered that–"you're afraid of spiders?" he asked you as you looked at him with embarrassment in your eyes, an evident fluster in your face as you nodded and muttered a 'yes'. miguel raised an eyebrow at you and gave a small hum. "what about it?" you asked him as miguel shrugged, going back to work and turning his back to you. "nothing." he murmured softly.

you sighed as you thought of what he could've been thinking about at the moment right now after finding out about your fear of spiders, the very thing that you share your DNA with. you heard miguel's footsteps behind you drawing nearer and even louder as he spoke. "why're you afraid of those little arachnids, though, they can't hurt you. one's tried, but it couldn't kill you..." he murmured as he ran his hands up and down the back of your arms, causing you to shudder and feel a heat all over your face, especially throughout your cheeks. "...so why're you so afraid of them, corazon? do they really... disturb you that much?" he asked you in a sultry voice as you gasped at his hands palming their way down to your waist, running his hands up and down at your curves with a low groan and slightly ragged breathing as he touched you.

he nuzzled his face at the crook of your neck, with you trying to find the words to answer his question, but even finding the voice to speak out those answers was difficult to do, what with him being so close to you. you had been married a little while ago, and though intimacy isn't a completely foreign topic to either of you, you could never get over how good his hands felt when roaming over every curve of your body, how warm you felt when he'd press himself against you. "mi cielo, what's wrong? why can't you answer, hmm? do you... find me disturbing as well? do you find me... scary?" he asked you in a low mutter as he gently pressed his lips against the length of your neck.

you gasped at the sudden contact, and he chuckled at your little reaction. "do you, mi esposa? do you get frightened when your big, scary husband gets all close to you? i'm half spider, mi esposa... aren't you scared of me, querida?" he asked you as you frantically shook your head at his question, with him giving you a low chuckle as he pulled you even closer and unsheathed his claws, gently running the sharp talons over the flesh of your arms and abdomen.

"spiders are scary... but you're just..." "just what, querida?" he asked you as your eyes darted to your side where miguel was creeping up and down your neck, and in the dimness of his office, something stood out as it gleamed in the dark–his fangs had been drawn out and were nearing your neck as the seconds passed. you felt the blood drain from your face as miguel neared you, his fangs threatening to sink into the flesh of your skin and... draw blood from you.

you squirmed under his touch as you tried to continue your answer, when all of a sudden, you felt something creep up your leg. you immediately casted your gaze downwards and caught a big, hairy spider crawling up your leg. that was far enough, you had to release it–and out came a loud scream from the depths of your lungs as you frantically shook the hairy beast off your lower leg. "getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" you exclaimed as migurl burst out cackling.

he told lyla to terminate the simulation, and thus, the spider disappeared. you panted as miguel gave a small chuckle as he turned to you with a smile. "lo siento, mi amor, i just had to see your face after trying that simulation out. it seems it worked a little too well." he said as he looked at your confused and agitated face when you realized that it was all just a ruse.

you hit miguel's chest repeatedly, scolding and screaming at him that his joke was far from funny. he sighed with a big smile as he cupped your face with only two fingers and gazed at you with his irises reddening as his fangs bared when he grinned. "oh, mi vida... you're so beautiful when you're angry. a feisty little gremlin you are." he cooed to you as he crouched down to your level and brought his face even closer to yours. "maybe i should show you how scary spiders can really be, how scary this big spider you married can really be." he said in a sultry, low voice as he pulled you in for a kiss, and lightly bit your lower lip with his fangs.

as he drew a bit of blood from your lips, he cleaned up the blood that was spilling with his tongue lapping over your lower lip repeatedly. your little mewls and whimpers just motivated miguel to keep teasing and tormenting your poor lower lip... and keeping you to himself all night long, showing you just how scary a big spider like him can really be.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @meeom @hisachuu @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @melovetitties @ophanimgold

[lovelettersforthedamned]

I just read this and 🥹🥹

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelettersforthedamned/736383346194694144/okay-this-request-might-be-a-little-specific-and

Could you do a part two?? Where Peter finally knows from her telling him because he’s still worried something is wrong between?

The Parkers

--genre: FLUFF, slight angst

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 0.9k

--warnings: language, reader is pregnant, anxiety, one mention of nausea, FLUFF, peter loves his wife and her overthinking so much.

lowkey was waiting for someone to ask for a part two because i love this fic so much...

It was half past nine when you and Peter decided to head back home. The party was winding down, and after a cleaning up, May seemed like she was ready to hit the hay as well. With one last hug for everyone left in the living room, Peter leads you out the front door. 

As soon as the two of you stepped into the night, a shiver ran up both of your spines. A quick glance at each other signaled that it was absolutely freezing. Peter immediately pulls you into his side and starts to rub his hand along your arm at a fast pace, a simple attempt at trying to warm you up. You giggle at his action, looking up at him and his now rosy cheeks, admiring your husband. 

You must have not noticed how long you were silent, Peter broke it, “You sure you’re alright, bug?” Peter still thinks that there’s something wrong between the two of you. The thought was eating him alive as you’ve been silent the entire walk home. 

Your body tenses at his question, and with you still pulled into his side, he felt it too. May’s get-together was a good distraction from the very real situation you’ve found yourself in, and Peter's question brought back all the anxiety you felt earlier today. The hairs on his arms raised at the sudden nervousness radiating off of you. Even though your anxiety is urging him to speak, he allows you the time to respond. “Oh–um…Yeah, everything’s alright. I just need to talk to you about something,” your voice wavering, didn’t help either your or Peter’s feelings right now. 

Peter clears his throat, “Yeah, what’s going on?”

All of a sudden, you feel hot. Even a thin sheen of sweat appears on your brow, but the last thing you want is for Peter to let go of you. Your pace slows as you muster up the courage to tell him about everything, the test, the nausea, the conversation with Miriam, all of it. “Peter, I-I’m,” you take a sharp and deep breath, not daring to look anywhere but the pavement, “I’m pregnant.”

And still, with the words leaving the tightness of your throat, you still don’t feel any better. As you wait for any sort of response from Peter, you feel worse. 

You finally pry your eyes away from the gray cement and to the warm brown eyes of your husband. You two look at each other for a prolonged moment. You’re so nervous, but you can’t bear to pull yourself out of the trance of Peter’s eyes. 

You sigh, as you begin to speak, more like ramble, again, “Fuck, I know I should have told you as soon as I found out this morning, but I was, still am, nervous. And I also know I have no reason to be nervous, especially around you, but everything about this scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me so excited? I just have a lot of emotions right now, and I don’t know how to–.”

You're quickly enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Peter rocking you two back and forth. He lets go of you as he brings both of his hands up to your face, “I’m gonna be a dad?” 

His entire reaction throws you off guard as you look at his features, “Uh…yeah, Pete. You’re gonna be a dad.”

A little giggle leaves his mouth before he leans his head down to kiss you softly, but passionately. The tenseness in your shoulders dissolves as you kiss him back. You two probably look crazy to others walking or driving down the street, but neither of you cared for them. 

With one last peck, Peter pulls away from your lips with a wide smile on his face. He brushes a stray hair that fell into your face behind your ear as his eyebrows furrow, “Why were you so nervous baby?”

“I don’t know,” you start, “I know that we’ve talked about kids before, but now, it’s real and I didn’t know how you were going to react.”

“Oh, bug. I will always stand by you and with you through whatever life throws at us. This is pretty big, but I fully believe that you’re capable of amazing things like being a mother, and with me, raising a family. I love you so so much (Y/N). Forever and ever.”

Peter always can bring a tear to your eye just off the way he loves you. You never knew how much you could love someone until you met Peter, and you were silly for ever thinking that his love for you would dull due to something like this. 

“You know, Miriam caught onto me earlier today?”

He leads you into a casual stroll as he recoils in disbelief, “No way. You just found out, how could she know?”

You shrug, “Said she could ‘see it in my face’.”

Peter laughs, grabbing ahold of your hand, and giving it a soft squeeze, “Maybe she’s magic…You know, May said that she once knew if her patient’s baby was a boy or a girl. And she was right.”

“Well,” you look at your husband, “we know who we need to go to when one of us wants to buy a lottery ticket!”

--author's note: EEEKKK!!! YAY A PART TWOOOO!!!!! peter loves reader so much omg its sickening. i need to write dad!peter more bc damn, i need him. be sure to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you see. my asks/inbox is open to send requests!!! ok, bye ily<3333

[chimindity]

Part 2 of "stress relief" ; click here to read it Warnings ; stepcest, reader being pregnant, mention of abortion..well it's NSFW :))

A/N I @ziggyfaremen for you my girl<33

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You are sitting on the toilet seat holding a pregnancy test in your hand, you start to panic at the thought of being pregnant.

-"come on sweetheart, you just gotta pee on it, it's not that hard uh?" Meanwhile, your stepbrother doesn't even let you have some privacy, standing infront of you, getting impatient.

-"uh, can I have some privacy please?" You ask shyly, feeling vulnerable from him watching you.

-"I don't have all day so hurry up, sweetcheeks" he tucks his hands in his pockets before turning the other side, facing the wall of the bathroom.

After a moment, you bring the pregnancy test closer to you, at the same moment your stepbrother turns back and look at you -"so? Hey—come on, just give me that princess" he yanks it off you and stares at it, slowly watching the two traits becoming clear.

A smirk starts forming on his face, watching you in fear of being pregnant, -"JJ? So tell me, I'm not pregnant right?" You begin to panick, tears well up in your eyes as you notice his smirk growing wider.

-"nope, you're definitely pregnant— no, hey hey, we said no crying, right?" He crouches down to your level as you start crying into your hands.

-"you don't get it! This is so wrong and— I need to, I need to have an abortion" to be fair JJ likes the idea of getting you pregnant, but the thought of you being pregnant freaks him out.

Your stepbrother holds out his hand to you, -"calm down, I will take you to a doctor , but first you need to relax" he whispers to not scare you even more, you slowly take his hand in yours, stepping out of the bathroom.

He leads you to his bedroom, where he lays you down on his bed -"JJ, i'm so scared what if my mom finds out about it?" You mumble, getting even more anxious.

-"would you let me make it up to you?" JJ asks, sitting at the edge of his bed, watching you with your knees pressed against your chest.

You sniff, nodding your head to whatever he has in his mind, he hums before getting closer to you.

-"spread your thighs, mama" he gently ask, causing you to be taken aback by his words, you tilt your head to the side confused.

Realizing your reaction time, he grabs your legs and push them appart by himself -"you really can't do anything, uh? always needing help" he chuckles.

You blush, looking away as you feel embarrased, at the sight of your stepbrother bitting his bottom lip.

-"you trust me, princess, I promise to make you feel good" he strokes your inner thigh with his thumb, watching you going numb already.

He helps you lifting your hips, pulling down your shorts, revealing your glistening cunt.

-"shit, I missed 'er s'much" he murmurs before pressing his face between your legs, causing you to jolt as you buck up your hips.

-"easy princess" his grips around your thighs tighten, meanwhile he starts dragging his warm tongue through your sticky folds.

He moans at the taste of your sweet juice, you let out a quiet whimper as he circles across your clit with his tongue.

That's when he slides a finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out causing you to buck you hips, pressing your cunt against his mouth.

Your stepbrother lets out a chuckle underneath his breath, he adds another fingers moving faster, you squirm in his grip letting out a loud cry from pleasure.

You're feeling overwhelmed, the burning sensation in your lower stomach as he curls his fingers causing you to clench around them.

-"JJ! JJ! This— ooh" you moan, feeling your release gushing out of you as his pace increases, you're a whimpering mess underneath him.

He looks at you before snuggling beside your side, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear -"we'll figure this out, I promise I won't let it ruin our family, and our secret" he holds you tightly in his arms as he watches you dozing off already.

-"love you too princess" he kisses your cheek, before starting to fall asleep as well.

Taglist

@nemesyaaa @jjsfavgirl @wearemadeofstardust0 @mrvlxgrl

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

[wonderlandwalker]

Should've Known | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Life brought you and Finnick blissful peace, at least for a little while. (this is a part 2 of He Knows Better but can be read on its own as well)

Content Warnings/Tags: Big time angst, no happy ending this time, mentions of forced prostitution, bruises, did I say angst yet, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: A big thanks to @libertyybellls for giving me the idea of a second part. This is not proofread because I do not have the attention span. It's short but I poured part of my own soul into this so it better not flop.

Everything had been exactly as he could have wished it to be. He had let you in. He hadn't regretted it one moment. You would dance together in the kitchen to the music coming from the radio. He would dip you and kiss you, and you'd laugh at how theatrical he was being, but you'd kiss him back with just as much passion. You'd go to bed, and he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep. But time moves, and it comes with brutal lessons that he wished he could ignore.

Because he sees the marks on your skin, he sees the bruises they left. At first you used to tell him you were just clumsy, bumped your hip into the cupboard, you'd laugh it off. But he knew better. He knew because this is not new to him, because he has first hand experience.

He will see it when you reach up to grab a mug or as you lay down next to him and your clothes shift. He thinks of something to say. He thinks of ways to console you, and yet whenever the opportunity is there he watches it go by, too scared of your reaction. Everytime he feels the urge to grab you tighter, but he doesn't want to risk you pulling away, because it would break him.

You used to tell him everything, you would tell him about the cats you saw on your walk around the district and you would talk about the new tea you liked that you just had to go show Mags. But yet again, time is a cruel master, because you've been more quiet lately, more reserved. You don't light up anymore when he asks how your day was.

At times he's scared he'll forget what you sound like. Because your voice is such a sweet melody to him, but even the sweetest of things can wither away like a flower that's been looked at too long.

And he guesses everyone deals with it in their own way, but he wished it had been a different one. Finnick plastered on a smile to keep going, he convinced everyone there was nothing going on for so long he tricked his brain into believing it too. But that's not what you're doing. And he's grateful you don't feel the need to pretend around him, truly, he is. But it doesn't mean he doesn't miss the manner in which you used to hum while pouring coffee or the way you would skip down the steps of the stairs when hearing him open the front door.

You still go out, but it's not by your own choice. You know that if you don't show up to the Capitols event and convince everyone nothing has changed, everything will just get worse. So you go, you go and for a few hours you're your old self again, even if it's only pretend. And he hates himself for how much he enjoys it, because it's not really you, not anymore.

In a way the bruises are a blessing, because every time you get one, Snow will leave you be for a while until it's turned back to yellow and the only way to see it is to pay close attention. But finnick pays close attention, and they're never fully gone. Snow doesn't want people getting the wrong idea, so he makes sure you look untouched. But these people are paying customers after all, so he doesn't interject at whatever their heart desires. It is just a week or two, but the worse the marks are, the longer you get, and the more time you have to crawl out from within yourself. If its been particularly bad you seem happy now, you seem happy at the prospect of peace. And sometimes, just sometimes, he sees you swaying along again to the music while you make breakfast.

Yes, you've found comfort in the pain, but you've found agony in its disappearance.

When you're both home, you still curl up next to him, and he longs for it all day. He craves the way your body feels against his and the way you fit into him like a puzzle piece that's finally been put in the right spot. He hates mornings now, because it means he has to lose that feeling and wait an entire day to get it back again. He can't sleep when you're not there, he feels like he's missing a part of himself, like someone has broken him in two and took a piece. When he has to leave you at night, he's not even upset anymore at what's happening to him, no, he's upset that they're keeping him from being with you. Because he not only wants it for himself, he knows you need it too. He knows because he's seen what state you're in whenever he gets back. And he needs that little piece of you you're still willing to give him. Even if it's the only thing you'll ever give him again.

Sometimes he wonders about trailing kisses down your neck. He wonders if anyone has ever shown you actual bliss, but he doubts it. He should be glad, should be ecstatic that he's the only one you actually enjoy being with, but he's just sorry. He's sorry for what is happening to you, he's sorry you're not being shown more kindness. Sometimes he wonders what would happen if he left his own marks, god knows he wants to, but not the rough, careless ones that usually paint your skin. No, he wants to leave marks of love. He wonders if Snow would leave you alone then too, but he doesn't want to risk things becoming worse instead. So he makes peace with the fact that it will only ever be a thought.

He's asked you, he's begged you to simply not go anymore, not listen to what Snow wants. He says he doesn't care what will happen to him, because when he sees you come home with your shoulders sunken and your eyes dulled, he genuinely doesn't. He tells you that yes, he's aware of what Snow will do to him if you don't listen. But nothing he could think of to do to him could be worse than what's happening to you right now. But he should've known better, he should've known you wouldn't listen. To you, Finnick is worth everything. Because that's what you've been doing, giving everything. You've not just given your body, you've given your soul.

[andimlonely]

tokyo revengers men x f!reader who wants nothing to do with delinquents is such a good dynamic

tw: yandere, violence, threats, stalking

maybe you go to the same school, or you work at a restaurant they happen to eat in, or you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. but you catch the eye of one of the distinct looking young men in your vicinity

maybe you're completely unaware of what a delinquent looks like, or you're well aware and very nervous, but either way, you're polite to them, but still careful to not get too close. and that politeness turns out to be a mistake, because suddenly you have a scary man coming around to see you, asking for you, giving you petnames when he barely knows you, his friends snickering in the background.

at first you have no idea what to do about it, hesitant to make a big deal of some delinquent calling you 'babe' or 'angel' or whatever else he likes, and hanging around you as if you're friends. you're just grateful he hasn't caused any trouble or threatened you in any way. but his presence and overfamiliarity gets old fairly quickly, especially when he takes to touching you - usually resting an arm around your shoulder, or wrapping his arms around you from behind- and calling you his 'wifey', even in front of your coworkers or friends. worse yet, he's taken to glaring daggers at any man who looks your way, or outright threatening them for getting too close (i.e. acknowledging your presence). not only is it scaring you, but it's affecting the way your friends/coworkers/whoever is around to see you two together perceive you. not to mention, if he's causing a scene at your job, you've certainly been scolded and warned about termination by now.

after a particularly bothersome incident - maybe he picks a fight and things get out of hand, or he finds where you live or something - you finally work up the nerve to shove him away, an act so unusually bold of you that he's actually taken aback.

"s-stop it! I'm not your.. 'wifey' or your girlfriend, or anything like that. just leave me alone! I don't want anything to do with you."

of course, this does not go over well with him. the reaction would depend on which member you're involved with, but regardless, it doesn't end well for you, and even if he decides to leave you alone in the moment, you're not going to get what you want.

it's cute, really. the fact that you think you can tell him what to do, that you think you don't want him around. but that's just because you don't know what's good for you.

after all, no one was better equipped to protect you than him. if someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, he could have 20 men waiting for them the moment they stepped outside, ready to make them sorry. or more likely, he would show up to their workplace parking lot just as they prepare to leave for the day, a nail bat, or crowbar, or handgun, or his bare hands his only companion. no one would dare mess with you ever again, as long as you were by his side.

you just don't see that yet. but don't worry, he'll get it through that pretty little head of yours, no matter what it takes.

[mangosrar]

Him first.

chris sturniolo x fem reader

part 3 of middle game!!!

part 1 here, part 2 here , part 4 here.

mentions of sex

A fortnight, 2 weeks, 14 days. A whole 336 hours had passed since you last saw Chris Sturniolos face. You had been avoiding him at all costs. However, this also resulted in you ignoring Matt and Nick too. You hadn't answered any of their texts or calls, despite their relentless efforts. Chris had even gone as far as showing up to your house, he spent at least half an hour banging on your front door telling you "I know you're in there just hear me out" resulting in you telling him to take his boom box and get fucked.

Within these 2 weeks, a lot had changed. The day after the party you and Jasper had broken up for obvious reasons, he was angry and hurt, but considering he was a complete and total ass, and so full of himself, he could use the hit to his ego to take him down a few pegs. You had completely isolated yourself from the outside world, not leaving your apartment other than to take out the trash. Your phone had been neglected, going days without charge. Truth was, being lonely was dangerous. Its addicting and once you see how peaceful it is, it becomes a desperate need.

Well all good things must come to an end eventually, and here you were, outside their house, trying to work up the courage to knock. You were absolutely fine with never seeing any of them again, purely for the fact you weren't sure you could face them without throwing up, especially Chris. But Nick at least deserved an explanation. Do it Rue. Just knock pussy. DO IT. But he had you beat.

"Rue hey" His face was one of shock and a little bit of confusion but he was pleasant none the less.

"Hey Matt... um i just came by to see Nick, sorry its un announced, i just....." you trailed off not really knowing how to explain but he nodded his head in understanding.

"Chris and Nick are out right now but they should be home soon, you're more than welcome to come in and wait?" he opened the door further, urging you to come in.

There was a moment of hesitation. The fear of having to actually see Chris fore fronting your mind.

"Sure" now or never Rue.

You sat awkwardly on the couch. It has never been like this. usually you were sprawled out, legs resting on the coffee table or one of the boys, smile on your face. But now you were scared to sit too far back, a heavy feeling hanging in the air. Matt had curtly followed you to the living room, not wanting to be rude, but it was obvious he could too feel the awkwardness.

He cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking.

"I think you should hear him out Victoria, he has been beating himself up ever since that night and i don't know how much longer i can watch my brother hate himself over this whole thing" he spoke with his hands, furthering his point.

"He should be beating himself up Matt. What he did was wrong and he's not the only one suffering. Jasper and i broke up." you were annoyed. Usually you saw Matt as the level headed one but right now you wanted to scream. How was he defending Chris.

"Sophie and Chris broke up too. But you both did this Rue. You both cheated. You both lied. You're both in the wrong. You cannot put all the blame on Chris when its just as much your fault as it is his. Sure the way he went about it wasn't the best but he meant well, he never wanted to hurt you." And before you could even reply, you heard the front door open and lazy footsteps stomping up the stairs. You were sure you could see your heart beating in your chest. Your hands were sweating and you felt sort of dizzy.

The first face to appear round the corner was Nicks. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. His face was unreadable. You couldn't tell if he was angry at you or happy to see you. You heard a faint and confused 'what' from Chris, after seeing Nicks reaction to whatever mystery the living room held.

His face was next to appear, that gorgeous, chiselled, beautiful face you loved. You watched it fall and the colour drain from it. He was definitely not expecting you.

"Rue" his voice was so quiet you barely heard it. It seemed like it was more of a justification for himself that you were actually there Infront of him.

Your eyes were locked on his, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you reminded yourself of why you came here and made your way over to Nick.

"No" Nicks sharp tone took you back. He held up a hand in front of you, preventing you from coming any closer.

"Nick just hear me out okay?" Your voice was shaking and tears were threatening to fill your water line.

"Him first". He pointed to Chris, his gaze never leaving yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris raise his eyebrows in surprise, he obviously was not expecting that either. Nicks voice was stern and you knew there was no way you were getting out of this. You looked at him with pleading eyes but he was already motioning matt to follow him away, ushering him out the room.

There was no getting out of this, he looked so weary of you, like he was waiting for you to make your escape. Even if you tried to run he would catch you, there was no way you weren't hearing this. The fact that you were so close he could reach out and touch you was tortuous, the only thing stopping him was the wedge he had plunged between the two of you. He wanted to scream, to go back in time and yell in the face of his past self, to tell him that was the stupidest decision he would ever make. He took a step closer to you testing the waters, stopping in his tracks when you moved away. He hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets before speaking.

"I know there's nothing i can say or do to make this okay Rue but you have to listen to me. I have been going crazy these past two weeks, and honestly before that, i don't know why i haven't acted on it before but i guess i was scared or insecure or... i don't even know but," he paused, staring deep into your eyes, trying to make you realise how honest he was being. "i know that i love you. I know that every time we hung out or hooked up i was dreading you leaving, i know that i hated seeing you with Jasper, i know that every time i kissed Sophie i wished it was you, i know that i cannot let you go as easily as i did before and i know that if i do i will never forgive myself for it. So please Rue, forgive me, show me how i can love you, show me how i can be enough for you".

You were speechless, the tears that threatened to spill were now full fledge running down your face and neck. You had never seen him like this. In all the times you had had sex, spent days together, late night drives, pillow talk, you had never seen him in such a venerable state. He had ripped his heart out of his body and put it on display for you to examine, with no shame at all. He took your silence as an indication to carry on speaking.

"I don't know if this will change anything or if you will continue to hate me for the rest of my life but god Rue, it hurts, i love you so much it hurts, i love you so much i don't think you understand, you're all i think about, i find you everywhere, everything reminds me of you, my sheets smell like you, my home smells like you, there are pieces of you everywhere Victoria, i can't escape it and i don't want to, i want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of my life, so please try not to hate me Rue". How sweet his voice came out, how his lips had caressed every word like he knew exactly which place in your chest they fit into, taking that space in your heart you had made for him and making it bigger and bigger. His eyes were full of honesty. No matter how hard you tried to find even a fraction of uncertainty, it was a losing battle. His gaze gained a fraction of hope the longer you stared at him, absolutely bewildered with his words, he could see your walls slowly crumbling. This was it.

"How could i hate you" that was all you could muster up. The only words that would even form in your mind. His face lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes glowed in your presence.

He wasted no time leaping forward and grabbing your face, almost knocking you over in the process, and kissing you like he would never get the chance again, it was full of passion and love, lungs so deprived of air, you were sure that if it lasted just a second longer you would die.

You both pulled back, foreheads resting together, catching your breath.

"I cant believe I actually just said all that sloppy corny shit" Chris's words were hushed, but his face never changed from that of adoration and love.

You couldn't help but throw your head back to let out a laugh and if Chris could've bottled the sound and got drunk on it, he would have.

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