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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Like Real People Do

Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: @peterhollandkait came up with this tooth achingly cute idea and I just had to write it ♡ ♡ ♡

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie arrive in Jackson for the first time. Joel sees your real smile for the first time in months, all thanks to Jackson’s horses.

~word count : 2.0k~

Warnings: some angst, protective! joel, soft! joel, established relationship, so much fluff, comforting themes, joel is so soft! you will literally feel your heart clench and tears will fall on the screen! some swearing, banter, teasing. No use of y/n, (+18) minors dni !!

Songs used:

“Like Real People Do” by Hozier

“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran

“You and Me” by Niall Horan

Joel Miller has not seen your true, real smile in months. He doesn’t even remember what your sweet, infectious laugh sounds like. He hasn’t heard it in so long. The journey you, Joel and Ellie endured together, was a rough one. It started with Tess dying, Bill and Frank, Sam and Henry and just minutes ago, you and Joel almost lost Ellie.

You both felt numb, weak, vulnerable when the possibility of losing her, became very real.

The ride into Jackson was a somber one. You listened to the familiar sound of horses hooves crunching beneath the snow as the three of you rode into town for the first time.

You couldn’t help but lean down from the saddle, giving the horse you were riding, a gentle pat on its neck.

Joel was riding alongside you and you could feel his gaze fall upon your face. You had yet to speak a word, and he was visibly concerned.

You had met his gaze and gave him a slight nod. There was a smile tugging on the corner of your lips, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

Ellie had noticed your demeanor had changed gradually over the course of the months that you traveled together. It was slow at first. A change that didn’t take place overnight.

The thing was, you all had gone through some form of change. It was inevitable to evade.

Ellie held the same look of concern as Joel had. She pulled her horse up alongside his leaning over as she spoke.

“Hey, is she…is she alright Joel?”

Joel let out a breath of air as he looked over the kid that he had grown so fond of as if she was his own. He used to view her as a burden, cargo to transport. Now? Ellie was practically his daughter. His daughter, that he nearly lost today.

“I’m not sure, kiddo. She’ll be okay though. Don’t go worryin’ yourself alright?”

The three of you were visibly amazed when the tall, wooden gates of Jackson were opened as you rode through. You never believed that a town like this would work. That you would ever see a community thrive like this. Kids running, laughing. Smiles, people hugging, more smiles. It felt as though you were in a simulation. The sweetest dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

Joel had halted his horse suddenly. His eyes were focused on a man, who was hauling wood to build a structure. It was Joel’s younger brother, Tommy. You could see the shock, confusion, and relief wash over Joel’s features when he realized it was his brother.

“Tommy!” He shouted. His tone laced with disbelief that his brother was actually here, in front of him, and very much alive.

You watched them embrace, hugging each other so tightly. Joel nearly had tears in his eyes as he felt an overwhelming rush of emotions course through his veins.

“What the fuck you doin’ here?” Tommy asked. He was in equal disbelief that his brother was here, in front of him, and very much alive. The last thing Tommy expected was for Joel to come all this way looking for him.

“I came here to save you.”

They embraced again, Joel laughing, with the biggest smile on his face.

Maria and Tommy had shown the three of you all that Jackson had to offer. Ellie was sticking close to your side, with your arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Joel walked behind you, always feeling like he needed to be there to protect you, and Ellie. Even in this town, this paradise, he was on guard.

As soon as you heard a familiar whinny, your ears perked up in the direction of the stables. Ellie had zoned in on the beautiful brown foal with her head curiously sticking out above the open stall door. Ellie had grabbed your hand as you two quickened your pace, stopping just outside the stall door.

Shimmer, as you came to learn her name, softly nickered as Ellie had gently started to pet her, pressing her soft velvet nose into the teen’s warm gloves.

“What’s her name?” Ellie had asked Maria.

“Shimmer.”

Ellie had given the filly a kiss on the nose. Speaking softly to her.

“Shimmer, you’re so beautiful.”

You were gently petting Shimmer’s mom, a soft Palomino mare. She immediately reminded you of your old mare, Honey. You were holding in your tears and Joel could sense it.

“How many horses are on the property?” You asked.

“Thirty. Counting our newest member.”

Ellie had given you a little nudge, a genuine smile on her face. “Did you hear that? 30 horses! We should totally go and pet them all. C’mon.” This was Ellie’s way of attempting to cheer you up. You had taught her everything you knew about horses and she wanted to share this moment with you.

You had looked back at Joel for a moment and he had given you a small nod in return.

“Would that be alright, Maria? If we went inside and checked out all the horses?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Ellie had grabbed your hand once more, finding the opened door to the stables as you walked in together.

“So, what are we thinking? Are all these guys Quarter Horses, or Mustangs?”

“I’m thinking of a mix of both. It’s hard to tell with their winter fur being so thick.” You gently touched each horse's nose, as you walked past their individual stalls. The familiar barn smells of hay, grain, and horses washed over you. It took you back to your days on your uncle's ranch, long ago.

“This one is a Paint though, right?” Ellie had stopped in front of the next stall. “Woah, this guy has a blue eye, and a brown eye. That’s so sick!”

“That’s right kiddo. This one is a Paint.” You spoke with a soft smile. “You remember the different coat colors I taught you, right?”

“Yeah! So this guy is a chestnut Paint?”

“Bingo. You’re right on the money with that one kid.”

Neither of you had heard Joel enter the stables. You both were too immersed in the horses to hear him. He had quietly leaned against one of the stall doors, his arms crossed over his chest, with a big grin on his face as he watched his girls fawn over the horses.

His heart warmed at the sight of you smiling again. He killed to see it and now here it was, written across your pretty face, that he adored, loved, fought for.

Ellie had looked up from the horse she was petting and when she spotted Joel, she had that little mischievous grin as she walked over to him. She gave him a light punch to his shoulder.

“Dude, I know you got it bad for her but like, do you really need to stare that much? She might start thinking that you’re a creep man. You’re always staring at her.” She teased him.

Joel grumbled in response as he uncrossed his shoulders from his chest and gave his kid a begrudgingly light punch back. “I ain’t starin’ that much. What’re you talkin’ about? Just admirin’ her smile is all. There somethin’ wrong with that?”

Ellie let out a soft giggle, shaking her head. “Damn, admiring her smile, really Joel? You big ole softy.”

Joel gave her a slight warning look when she called him a softy.

“I ain’t a softy.”

“Okay, old man. Whatever you say!”

“Ellie–don’t you start with that shit–” he let out a sigh, rubbing his gloved hand over his face. “You little shit.” He muttered under his breath as she was walking back over to Shimmer.

You were further down the stalls, stopped in front of the last horse that was a leopard spotted Appaloosa. Only then you could hear the heavy footsteps of Joel’s worn boots approaching you.

“Hey.” You softly spoke, gently stroking the horse's forehead, while twirling a piece of its long forelock between your gloved fingers.

“Hey, darlin’ You–you alright?”

You let out a soft sigh, your lashes fluttering as you looked up at him, giving him a small, reassuring nod.

“I’m okay, Joel.” Images of Ellie getting mauled by that dog outside of Jackson, flashed through your mind. Ellie was safe, she was alive and petting Shimmer, you silently reminded yourself.

“Are you sure? We can–we can talk about it if you want?” he spoke softly to you, fumbling over his words because he too was afraid of losing Ellie. His main concern in his mind, at that very moment, was you.

“Joel, Please. I don’t–I don’t want to talk about it.” You looked away from him feeling the tears begin to prick in the corner of your eyes as you blinked them away.

“Hey, darlin’–honey?” He gently grasped your chin between his gloved fingers, tilting your head towards him so you were looking at him once more.

You let out a shaky breath when your eyes met his concerned ones.

“Do you remember what breed of horse this is?”

“Leopard Spotted Appaloosa.” Your man didn’t miss a fucking beat.

“Between Ellie’s shitty puns, and your constant horse facts, you think for a second I wasn’t payin’ attention? I love hearin’ her shitty puns and your silly horse facts darlin’ Could listen to them all goddamn day.” Joel’s words sent the tears you were holding at bay, free falling down your cheeks.

“You really paid that close attention to my horse facts? I never thought you really cared for them.”

“Oh, Honey. C’mere.” His heart was breaking deep in his chest when he saw your tears fall. He was already pulling you into his arms, wrapping you up in his warmth as he hugged you tightly. “I love ‘em, and you taught me everythin’ I need to know about horses darlin.’”

Damn this man. Damn him for being so gentle with you. Damn him for listening to your silly horse facts and remembering them. Damn Joel Miller for loving you so tenderly.

“You’re terrible. You know that cowboy? Damn you.” You spoke with your cheek firmly pressed against his chest, listening to his heart beat, and his deep chuckle that vibrated through you.

“You don’t mean that, sweet girl. You love me for it.”

“I do.” You whispered.

He gently lifted your head from his chest, holding your face in his gloved hands as he stroked your cheekbones with his thumbs. His forehead was lightly resting against yours, lips nearly touching.

“We’re gonna be okay. All three of us. What happened back there? Ain’t ever gonna happen again. I swear to you darlin’ I'm gonna keep you and Ellie safe. Whatever it takes.”

Your arms were loosely wrapped around Joel’s middle, feeling his warmth through his thick coat. “No. We’re gonna do everything we can to keep her safe. You and me. Whatever it takes, we’re keeping her safe. We’re a team Joel, remember? I got you, you got me.”

“I got you, you got me. Always.”

Your lips lightly brushed against each other, before the gap was closed. It was the softest, sweetest, heartfelt kiss you had shared together. Joel Miller kissed you, like real people do.

Ellie had seen the whole thing go down from where she was petting Shimmer and she let out a playful gagging sound.

“Oh my god, gross! Really you guys? In front of the horses? Shimmer, close your eyes! You don’t wanna see that! Yuck!”

You pulled away from Joel’s sweet embrace with a soft, heart melting giggle as you looked over his shoulder at Ellie.

“He started it, he kissed me first!”

“Oh yeahh, I'm sure he did! Y’know there’s young eyes watching! Gonna scar these poor horses man!” Ellie said with a laugh.

Joel kissed you once more, just for good measure, and you could feel his grin slowly appearing when Ellie let out another sound of disgust at her adoptive parents making out in the middle of the fucking stables.

How fucking adorable.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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can i please request request something really fluffy with the acotar men where reader calls them baby or something sweet, and it’s their first time hearing it bc they’re used to be called bastard or something horrible so they’re in shock and just melt and maybe get teary-eyed, reader just hugs them and praises them more😭🖤

Calling them Baby headcanon

A/n: half of them would cry Ik it

Rhysand

I think Rhys’s mom called him a lot of sweet names when she was alive and after he lost her he lost that affection

When you call him baby you just needed his attention to ask him a question. You were sitting in his office with him when you realized you two don’t have dinner plans

“Rhys. Hey Rhysie. Rhysaaanndd.” He was clearly wrapped up in work but he seemed to raise his head to listen to you

“Baby,” you cooed and he immediately stopped. Rhys looked up at you, his violet eyes bright and wide

“Yes my darling?” He gets up from his desk to join you on the couch. Sitting down he holds your hands, pulling them into his lap, never taking his eyes off you

“Should we go out to dinner tonight?” You ask with a smile. He nods excitedly, “Yes, absolutely. Wherever you want.” He gives your lips a quick kiss and pulls you on to his lap hugging you tightly

“Rhys, are you ok?” He buries his face into your neck breathing in your scent, nodding lightly. “I’m perfect darling.”

Cassian

He had lovers that called him stupid shortened versions of his name but nothing with love behind it like you did. And he was never shown love by an adult figure in his life at the camps so this would just make him want to hold you to give you that love back

Cassian was frustrated when you found. He was rummaging through drawers in his office murmuring to himself about something he misplaced

You just wanted to help him so you silently started looking around his office for the lost paper

When you finally found it you were so happy bc Cass could stop worrying

“Baby, I found it!” You held up the paper with a giant smile on your face and Cassian froze, staring at you with his lips slightly parted

“Wh-what?” His voice barley above a whisper. “The paper you were trying to find. I found it for you.” You walked over, holding it out to him

At this point Cassian didn’t even care about the report he was just staring at you

Cassian gently held your shoulders and pulled you into his chest for a long hug

Azriel

Azriel never knew affection similar to Cass. His family was just awful and then going to Windhaven wasn’t great but having that brotherly love was nice. And Rhys’s mom was like a mother to him but he wanted more

He always craved the love Rhys and Cass found and now he has it with you. You always made sure to show Azriel he is loved, at times he feels like he doesn’t deserve you

The two of you were in bed one morning just enjoying each other before you had to get up

You placed a kiss on his forehead and played with his short black hair, “I think we need to get up baby.”

A stupid love sick smile took over his features. You had never seen him like this, so free and vulnerable

“Ok, just five more minutes.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

From that morning on every time you’d call Az baby or some other endearing nickname he’d give you that same gentle kiss

Lucien

Lucien was always competing for attention but never saw the point. I think even with Tamlin their friendship took a long time to get to a point where Lucien wasn’t competing for his attention with others

With you it was different, you gave him all of your attention from day one and he basked in it

Today was a bad day for him and he just wanted to be around you

He was holding a lot of his feelings in and was on the brink of letting them out even though he didn’t want to. He knew you’d help him calm down

Lucien found you in the library and curled into your side, resting his head on your chest as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair

“Everything is going to be ok baby. Tomorrow will be better.” Lucien started blinking back tears at the nickname

He gripped you a little tighter and whispered, “Thank you.” As he let his tears fall, feeling safe with you

Eris

Eris, like Rhys, only had affection from his mom but his stopped once things with Beron took a turn for the worst

When you came along it took Eris a while to trust you and feel comfortable around you

You were passing each other in the hall, Eris was coming back from morning training and you were headed to breakfast

You two stopped to quickly kiss and promise to catch up later

“Bye baby, have a good day.” Eris froze as you walked away. Before he could say anything you disappeared around the corner

It was hours before he saw you again and the whole day he couldn’t stop thinking about you

Eris joined you for dinner early that night. When he saw you he scooped you up in his arms spinning around

“Hi baby. I missed you today.” You said, giggling as Eris put you down

Eris looked at you like you were the only person in the world as he rested his forehead against yours, “I love that. That you give me little nicknames. Please never stop.” “Never.” You whispered back

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xreaderbooks · 11 months

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'Til death do us part

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Y/n comforts her husband, Sirius, after having a nightmare, post-Azkaban. Based on THIS request.

Warning: nightmares

Word Count: 1.1k

Songs I listened to while writing: You Are a Memory by Message To Bears, Rescue by Lauren Daigle, Je te laisserai de mots by Patrick Watson

Sirius Black Masterlist - Navigation - Wattpad - AO3

You woke to the jostling and jerking from the body next to yours, the shouting and screaming came next, and your heart was already pounding at a high-speed rate due to the scare out of your sleep. You thought there was an attacker or that your home had been broken into. A ridiculous thought since you’ve been used to having your sleep cut short by your husband in this exact same state.

“Sirius,” You shook his shoulder gently to pry him out of his nightmare. “My love, wake up.”

He shoved your hands away as he bolted up into a sitting position, his eyes were open wide now, tears at the corners of his eyes. The normal silver was bloodshot from his crying and lack of sleep.

“Y/n?”

“Another one,” Your eyes softened at his state.

He brought his knees up to his chest, bringing them in closer with his arms hugging his legs. Your heart tore a little at the sight of how vulnerable and young he looked. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Your voice was slightly above a whisper. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He wiped the flowing tears as they came, “It’s the same thing, over and over again.”

Sirius has opened up to you about his nightmares time and time again when he was stable enough to speak about them. The feeling of his soul being sucked out of him was similar to how you feel when you dream about falling except instead of your heart jumping it was your spirit that was being pulled painfully away from your body. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t wake up from the dream as you normally could when you fall in your sleep.

His chest began to heave, his breathing quickened with shallow breaths.

“You’re okay, you are just fine,” You reached out to place a hand on his chest. “You are here, you are safe.”

Sirius began to sob with never-ending tears, “I can’t- I can’t.”

You shushed him with a small shake of your head, “It’s alright, you’re alright. You don’t have to be strong right now, let it out.”

“Can I hold you?” He asked shyly. It reminded you of your years at Hogwarts together when you first started dating, he never wanted to push your boundaries, set on proving how good of a boyfriend he can be. He wanted to be gentle for you.

“Of course,” You lay back, your head on the pillows and lifting the blankets letting the cool air hit you as he laid on top of your chest, placing them on top of him. He was fully wrapped in comfort, the top of his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, both of his arms around your middle, clutching him to you tightly.

He once compared the feeling of the dementors tearing him apart to how it would feel if you were to ever leave him. He would let you go if it was what you wanted, but that was how much it would hurt. You reassured him that you would never leave him, you were his forever.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated in a sob. You felt his body shaking atop yours, and the back of your eyes stung, but you couldn’t cry now. He needed you to be strong right now, and you would be, just as he was all those years.

It wasn't his fault he was framed, but somehow the guilt still ate away at him as if he was the one who betrayed Lily and James. What he told Harry in the Shrieking Shack when he had finally caught Peter was nothing short of the truth, he would have rather died than betray them, and yet...

12 years apart, he blamed himself for trusting Peter, for leaving you alone. He had no knowledge of whether or not you survived if you blamed him just as everyone else had. The Aurors held you back as they arrested him but he couldn't tell by the look on your face. There was too much going on.

12 years, you were married to a 'murderer'. You were now married to a wanted man, you weren't even able to go on a honeymoon. Your wedding was only two days before his arrest.

“Do not apologize to me, Sirius,” Your tone was stiff and with meaning. “I’ll repeat it as many times as I have to, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Tu es trop parfait pour moi, tu ne mérites pas d'être coincé avec moi,” He muttered into your neck.

You brushed the hair that was stuck to his skin from his sweat, both of your hands working to hold his hair into a short ponytail, you had a hair tie around your wrist and tied it to his hair to cool him down. With the back of your left hand which was freer than your right that was currently running tickles up and down his back, you checked his temperature, Sirius’ body heat was running hot. To the best of your ability, you tried tugging down the blankets on both your legs.

“English please,” You teased. You loved it when he spoke French but you couldn't help but feel that at the moment it was something you weren't meant to hear.

He unhooked one of his arms from you and grabbed a hole in your left hand, his thumb playing with the diamond on your ring. “I love you.”

“That is definitely not what you said but-” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I love you more, Siri."

Sirius lifted himself onto his forearms, hovering over you, his head tilted noses touching. You closed your eyes and leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled back before your lips could touch. Instead, he pecked your cheek and lay back on his own side of the bed. “Not possible.”

You went onto your side facing him, your hand holding your head up. He had his hands pressed to his eyes, you took his left hand and kissed his ring. “Hey.”

He turned his head to you, and you played with his fingers as you spoke, “I love you.”

He nodded simply, turning his head to look at the ceiling again.

“You’re never going back there, ever, I’ll fight whoever I have to.” You tried to, you were the only other person who knew who the true secret keeper was but they wouldn't hear it, especially because you had no evidence. Peter was gone, nowhere to be found.

He chuckled, “I’m sure you will, darling.”

“Til death do us part, remember?”

He fully turned his boy to you, grabbing both your cheeks in his hands, he gave you a long kiss before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. “‘Til death do us part.”

~~~ translation: Tu es trop parfait pour moi, tu ne mérites pas d'être coincé avec moi ; you're too perfect for me, you don't deserve to be stuck with me.

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 6 months

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Hello hello!

I saw your “Them comforting reader after a long day” post and i thought how about a “reader comforts them after a long day” with Furina/Mona and whoever you choose. I’m gonna go back to bing read your posts now! Take care!

Comforting them after a long day

characters: Furina / Mona x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: maybe slight hurt/comfort, but mostly fluff

a/n: Couldn't exactly go the full comforting route in Mona's path, bc let's be honest. That girl is too proud to show even a little bit of weakness or vulnerability, but this should do as well.

Oh, also: FINALLY A REQUEST FOR MONA I LOVE HER SO MUCH I- SOJDVNIJSDVNSIDVNSIDJVNIJSDNV

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Furina

Even though Furina had promised herself not to hide behind a facade any longer, there were times she instinctively fell back on her old habits, the 500 year old autopilot that made it possible for her to keep her secret for so long not disappearing overnight. So when she finally closed the doors to her apartment, only to immediately turn around, lean onto them and let gravity do its job until she had slid down to a sitting position, Furina finally closed her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh she had held back for far too long.

“That was a big one. Want to talk about it?” Your voice suddenly rang out, causing her eyes to snap open and quickly land on your silhouette in the hallway as she struggled to leap back up, embarrassment flaming up in her as she tried her best to play it off as if nothing happened, only for her to end up leaning awkwardly against the door.

“Want to talk about what?” Furina shot back immediately, only to silently cringe at the way her words came out, putting on a smile as she slowly took off her shoes and coat and made her way over to the living room, being closely followed by you.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s also fine. Can I take your hand for a bit?” You eventually stated with an understanding smile, grabbing her head once she gave you a nod and starting to massage it by pressing your thumbs against different spots.

It wasn’t like Furina didn’t want to tell you… actually getting her complaints off her chest probably wouldn’t feel so bad. There was nothing stopping her except old habits and the fear something bad might happen once she opened up, that she inherited from her “former life” as Fontaine’s Archon.

“ No, I want to. But I’ll warn you. It might be a long and ultimately boring tale, so are you sure you want to list–” Furina interrupted her melancholic monologue when you pressed against a particular point on her hand, causing her to suddenly yelp in pain as you briefly stopped and looked up at her once again, your face asking her if you should stop. Just like with her opening up, your hand-massage was painful, yet also felt… pleasant and before long she signaled you to continue before reopening her mouth. “–so are you sure you want to listen to it?”

Without a moment of hesitation you responded, giving her a determined nod as you continued to carefully massage the same spot until stopped being painful, showing Furina one last encouraging smile until her complaints and worries started to pour out of her mouth. The former Archon talking until she felt the corners of her mouth dry up, with you intently listening to each and every one of her words.

…Maybe being more open every once in a while didn’t feel too bad.

Mona

Being an Astrologer was what Mona had always dreamed of being, so when it came to it, she wasn’t scared of pouring every single second of her free time into her work, even when chances were her research would reach a dead-end. Because even with fate ordaining everything that ever happened or still lied in the future, there was no way of knowing how things were going to turn out without at least giving them a shot.

So having her the last couple of weeks worth of work turned out to be for nothing when it became clear it wasn’t going anywhere was nothing Mona was unfamiliar with. It was simply a part of her job after all… but even though the great Astrologer Mona Megistus would never admit to being bothered by setbacks, you knew her better than to fall for her unaffected facade.

“Do you have ingredients at home?” You suddenly asked in the middle of your walk, immediately gaining Mona’s attention as she quickly got lost in thought, trying to remember what food she had used up and what still remained, only to eventually give up and shrug her shoulders, letting out a small sigh as she straightened her hat.

“There might still be some left. I can’t say for sure though, keeping stock of my supplies wasn’t exactly something I kept in mind these last few days,” she admitted only for you to quickly whip around your head, a smile adorning your lips as you came up with a suggestion.

“Let’s go out and eat something! That’s something we didn’t do in quite a while.” Considering Mona’s thoughtful look and how she paused in her tracks for a few seconds, it was fair to say that she wasn’t completely against your proposal, even if you were sure it would still require a lot of convincing to get her to finally agree.

“I’m not sure. Going out to eat when you could just as well buy ingredients and cook something is a waste of money isn’t it?” She hesitantly responded, still pondering as her fingers continued to scratch her chin. Truth be told. You couldn’t agree with her more. You had recently spent a lot of your money on things that in hindsight didn’t exactly prove to be the wisest investments, but even so, you felt as if it was your duty to get Mona to eat something tasty today, even if it meant eating nothing but bread and butter for a few days.

You knew Mona better than to not notice how demoralized she seemed the last few days, her sudden mood change and her increase in free time coinciding too well for it to mean anything except her latest research turning out to be for naught. Of course you knew better than to confront her directly about it… something that would only lead to Mona getting defensive as she’d deny feeling down about anything, too proud and stubborn to open up. And so, the only option left was for you to do what you did best.

“I know… But you’ve been so busy these last few weeks so I couldn’t see you all that much and... I’ve missed you,” you explained while trying your best impression of a puppy, “So can we please go out today?” When you saw Mona’s face heat up slightly as she quickly glanced around the two of you, looking if there was anyone in earshot, you knew your plan turned out to be a success, having to do your best to stop your lips from curling up into a smile when she let out a yet another deep sigh.

“Fine, but stop saying embarrassing things. We’re in public.”

#furina #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina x reader #mona x you #mona x reader #mona #mona megistus #mona megistus x reader

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omiiomiaaus · 1 year

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LET YOU GO | Toji Fushiguro

Emotionally unavailable Toji x reader Drabble

Angst, hurt no comfort lol, Toji finks you deserve betta than what he can giv ya. Broke asf Toji, umm he’s like 33 and you’re like 25, megumi is like 9 or something idk whatever makes sense I guess lol. she/her pronouns used, Not proofread bc I’m lazy. Short asf and mid asf

The only thing Toji was good at was keeping to himself and making you feel like you would never be fully a part of his life.

“you and me?” he questioned. “There is no you and me, baby.”

the only thing you could do is hold in your tears, because Toji Fushiguro will never let you break down his walls. He was completely un reachable, and he wasn’t about to let you make him vulnerable to his own feelings, or so he thought.

“You’re just wasting your time, sweetheart.” He continues, having audacity to still call you pet names. The same ones he said when he was sweet talking you into his bed.

“Toji, why can’t you just let me be there for you?” You said, a futile attempt to get him to listen to you. “You sound desperate baby, it’s not cute.”

“Stop it.. stop being so mean, I don’t get it.. I do everything for you, why can’t you just..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, you didn’t want to give up on him but at this point you were just making a fool of yourself in front of him.

“Why can’t I just what? Love you? Why can’t you just open your eyes and realize I’m not the kind of guy who’s gonna settle down with a girl who’s got her whole life ahead of her.” He spat out, looking down at you with disbelief. “I got no job, I got a kid that’s almost half your age, and a shitty apartment with my mattress on the floor… you want that?”

The look in his eyes made you feel inferior, his gaze judging your soul. “Stop trying to make me hate you.. when did things go wrong? Why are you pushing me away?” You asked, hoping to get through to him.

“You deserve a man who’ll give you what you need. I got nothing going for me, what makes you think I’ll be good to you?” He said, softly this time. He looked away, shaking his head and letting out a soft sigh. “You think I won’t love you because you have nothing to your name?” You asked. It hurt to think he thought of you so superficially.

“It’s not about you loving me, it’s about me being good enough.” He yelled, immediately going back to his stoic nature.

“Toji don’t you get it?” You yelled back at him.

“I’ll love you no matter what! I don’t care if you have nothing, I don’t care if I have to live in the darkest corner of the world… I love you, I need you and I want to have you with me always!” You felt like your heart couldn’t take much more rejection. But you realized that Toji was slowly cracking. He went from pushing you away for no reason, finally showing his true concerns.

“Please…” you said, barely above a whisper.

“It’s for your own good” he said while turning his back to you, getting ready to walk away and out of your life. Something caused you to jump up and hold on to him when he started to leave.

“Wait Toji please don’t leave!” You yelled, voice desperate. You held on to him so tight. This isn’t how you want to remember him, you wanted to remember the Toji that reciprocated your affection.

He pulled his arm out your grip forcefully, causing you to stumble back a little bit.

“What about megumi? He needs me!” You plead again, trying to find anything to get him to let you stay in his life. He turns his head back side eyeing you, back still turned towards you. “He has to learn heart break at some point.” He said coldly.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk out my life after all these years… you’re just gonna shut me out that fast?”

“Just forget about me.”

That was the last thing you remember of Toji Fushiguro. The pain he made you feel and the words he spoke that night would always be held in your mind. Memories resurfacing of when you two were happy together, it felt like your mind was taunting you.

AN: hope you enjoyed… lowkey want to make a pt 2 bc I always want to have lore to my fics LMAOO but I might not… depends.

- omi

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Eternity

Love is being willing to wait for them.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 2085 words | CW: anxiety, sort of unrequited love | Rating: T

“Can we talk?” Eddie whispers, a hand on Steve’s elbow, “Just us?”

Steve nods, a tight smile on his face that he hopes doesn’t come off as uncomfortable as it feels. “Later?” He motions to the bowl of popcorn he’s carrying. “I can come over after?”

“Later,” Eddie says, his eyes warm and bright as he gives the tiniest smile in return. He doesn’t seem to notice how tense Steve’s body is as he squeezes his arm and leaves him in the kitchen, slinking back into the Wheeler basement.

It takes all of three seconds before Steve’s face is falling and his heart is threatening to explode. He knows what this is about. Knows that when he heads over to the Munson trailer, he’ll have to face the music.

Over the past few months, Eddie Munson has filled a gaping hole in Steve’s chest – with his wicked sense of humor and strong convictions that flip the norm inside out. He’s given Steve something he’s been missing for so long, long before he and Tommy H stopped hanging out and the social pressure became too much: a friend.

But he’s more than that, isn’t he?

Steve takes a deep breath and shoves everything into a box deep in his mind, like he’s been doing since he saved Eddie back in March (since Dave Easom used him to train the new lifeguards, his bare chest rubbing against Steve’s back, strong arms holding him up as big hands held him tightly). He has to perform, has to be the guy everyone expects him to be, just a little while longer.

Robin pats the seat beside her when he finds his way back to the basement.

He hands her the bowl and drops down onto the creaky couch. “What’d I miss?”

“Jeff came up with this plan for the guys to split up, but Nancy thinks splitting up is a bad idea and will lead to a trap. And since they know that one of the pathways is an illusion, she’s not sure it's worth the risk. They’ve been arguing in circles and I’m pretty sure their in-fighting was a part of Eddie’s plan all along,” she says in between bites of popcorn. “Honestly, they all need to listen to Erica and just trick the wizard into revealing the illusion so they eliminate one of their choices.”

“So more of the same?” Steve asks.

Robin hums. “Precisely.”

Steve slouches and rests his head on her shoulder. She wiggles under him and the next thing he knows, he’s laying on top of her while her non-buttery hand runs through his hair and she shovels popcorn into her mouth with the other.

The drill of the game and the soothing motions of Robin’s hand in his hair lull Steve into that space between consciousness and sleep he both loves and hates. His thoughts wander, circling Eddie like a flock of vultures ready to swoop in and rip the false sense of security Steve has.

Because he knows Eddie wants to talk about them. And Steve wants there to be a Them, but…

How can he give himself over to another person when time after time everyone has proven he’s unable to provide in a relationship? When he doesn’t know how to open himself up and be vulnerable with the person who is meant to know everything? He’s just a bullshit version of who he thinks he’s supposed to be – he doesn’t know how to be a real person.

And Eddie deserves that! He deserves to have someone who can be there for him wholly and with enthusiasm.

Steve’s just not sure he can do that. Not when he’s barely acknowledging the flutter in his stomach when Eddie says his name or looks his way. Not when he genuinely feels like he could be sick when he thinks of his father finding out. Not when all he wants to do is hold Eddie’s hand while they walk down on Main Street, but they can’t without risking their goddamn lives.

Eddie can barely exist on his own, was already the town pariah for his music and clothing choices, for the things he’s interested in that were completely harmless long before the murderer propaganda started. Being in a public relationship with a man is not going to do him any favors.

And Steve’s not sure he can sneak around. That’s just… He doesn’t know how to contain himself in small increments; he’s either all in or burying it all deep for no one to find.

He buries his head into Robin’s shoulder. She has an idea about his feelings and the labels he refuses to give himself. She knows how flustered Eddie makes him, is ready to tease him for falling for the man whenever Steve is, but until then, she’s a rock. Solid and steady, offering support when needed, but letting Steve process it at his own speed.

“I need to come over tonight,” he whispers to Robin. “Eddie wants to talk.”

“Oh,” Robin says, cupping the back of Steve’s head briefly. “I’ll have all your favorites ready for you when you get to my house.”

Steve doesn’t have to say anything or force a smile. She gets it.

The game ends too quickly and the kids are dropped off to their respective destinations even quicker, so Steve makes his way over to Forest Hills and tries to capture whatever confidence has escaped him over the last few weeks. Wayne’s truck is gone when he pulls up, but the lights on the van are still on, Eddie must have just gotten home.

He can do this.

Steve climbs out of the Beemer and pockets his keys. He makes it up two steps before Eddie’s opening the door for him, grinning way too big for the heartbreak Steve’s about to give him.

Because that’s what this is: Steve’s about to break Eddie’s heart.

He wants to be able to be with Eddie fully, but he knows that’s not fair. Not when someone else could give him more before Steve’s able to.

“You got here quick,” Eddie says as they settle on the couch. He’s so open with his body language: back against the corner of the couch, one leg crossed over the other so his ankle dangles off his knee, arm along the back of the couch, elbow propping his head up on the arm of the chair. There’s this easy going smile on his face too, like he’s luxuriating in whatever he’s experiencing.

“Yeah,” he says. Steve doesn’t feel too bad about still wearing his shoes, needing them for a quick escape, when Eddie’s boots are still on his feet, laces undone. He doesn’t let himself lean back into the couch, no matter how much it wants to suck him in.

Eddie waits a full beat before he jumps up, shifting so his body faces Steve and his hands are in his lap, fingers worrying around one another. “So,” he draws out, “I have something I need to tell you.”

Part of Steve feels like he should stop Eddie, to cushion some of the blow before Eddie puts his heart on the line, but he can’t. He’s frozen in place and foolishly thinking there’s still time for Eddie to say something else. For all he knows, Eddie’s about to invite him to play Dungeons & Dragons or something!

Who is he kidding?

“Okay,” Steve says, feeling like he’s outside of himself.

Eddie clears his throat and pushes his shoulders back as he reaches for Steve’s hand. “You have been a really great friend, probably the best I’ve had who knows my secret. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I… I can’t imagine my life without you, man.”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers.

“No, no, just hear me out,” Eddie says, scooting closer. “I’m alive because of you. And I was able to recover and stay alive because of you. I… Dude, I’ve shared more with you than I’ve ever been comfortable sharing with anyone.” His voice drops down to a whisper as it trembles a little. Eddie blinks harshly and looks up to the popcorn ceiling. “I’m tired of running, Steve, so I’m just going to say it. There’s… something here, Stevie. I can feel it. And maybe it’s one-sided and I’m projecting how I feel onto you, but I don’t think so. I think you can feel it, too.”

Steve feels himself shifting back, his leg bouncing with the need to go.

Eddie takes another deep breath and moves so they’re eyes are locked. “I love you, Steve Harrington.”

His eyes are watering. How long has he waited for someone to say those words first? And now he can’t even accept them.

“Eddie, I…”

Eddie’s smile dims as his eyes grow softer. “I know,” he says softly. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“It is,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s hands. He’s so close their knees knock against one another. Steve feels like his body is about to split down the middle, one half needing to be closer to him and the other wanting to get as far away as possible. “Because we’re going to be okay.”

Steve cocks his head to the side. “What?”

Eddie just nods like it’s the most obvious statement possible. The sky is blue, water is wet, and Steve and Eddie will be okay. “Do you trust me?” Eddie asks, his voice a little stronger.

“Of course,” Steve says quickly.

That gets the bright smile back on Eddie’s face. “I didn’t tell you how I feel for you to act on it,” he admits. “I needed to tell you so you knew, in case you were scared to say it first, but I don’t expect you to get down on one knee and profess your undying love to me. But our friendship is special and strong enough that I think I can tell you about my feelings and it won’t change things too much. I know you won’t hate me for it and maybe you’ll reciprocate one day, maybe you won’t,” Eddie shrugs, “but at least I’m being honest with you.”

Steve has to look away. “And if I can’t?”

“Can’t what, sweetheart?”

“Be honest with you?” Steve says through the lump in his throat.

There’s a big, heavy pause as Eddie pulls away from him slightly. Not enough to leave the bubble they’ve created, but Steve feels his absence anyway. “Are you… are you keeping the truth from me to hurt me?”

“No,” Steve says, looking back to see a very pensive Eddie.

“Are you doing it to deceive someone or something?”

“I’m not like that,” Steve says.

Eddie nods. “I know, I know. But if those things are true, and you’re keeping the truth because you need to for yourself, then we’re okay. I’ll always be here; so whenever you’re ready to tell me whatever it is, I’ll be here to listen.”

“Even if it takes forever?” Steve whispers.

“Baby, I’d wait an eternity to hear what you have to say.”

Steve turns his body fully to Eddie and fills his chest with the same air Eddie’s breathing, the air that's fueling him to push through the nerves and put himself out there. “I’m working through things. You said you’ve, um, known you liked boys since you were a kid?”

Eddie nods, takes Steve’s hand in his again.

“And you’ve never done the relationship thing, have you?”

“Not exactly a large dating pool for kids like me,” Eddie says with a hollow laugh.

Steve nods, biting at his lip. “I, um.” He clears his throat. “I need time to, like, figure my shit out. Because you’re not… wrong. It’s not one-sided,” he admits, glancing up to see the surprise and hope fill Eddie’s eyes. “But I’m not… I need time.”

“So take it,” Eddie says. “However long you need.”

“I can’t ask you to wait for me–”

“You’re not,” Eddie says as he takes Steve’s face in his. He runs his thumb along Steve’s cheek. “I’m offering it. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Steve just nods, leaning into Eddie’s touch. He’s going to have a lot to talk with Robin about tonight. Eddie may be willing to wait until the end of time for him, but Steve wants to feel this – the hope, the energy shared between them, the love that lies in the undercurrent of every word, action, and breath – as soon as possible.

“Thank you,” he whispers as he kisses the palm of Eddie’s hand.

Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!

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mildkleptomaniac · 1 year

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just friends — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Can i request a JJ x Best Friend reader where he's always been in love with reader and when he finally asks her out she rejects him but later on he hears her and Kie talking about JJ and she admits that she's always been in love with him but was afraid to be with him bc she thinks he's not really in love with her and leave her for someone else. fluff ending🙏🏻 ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, mention of weed

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: oops, hi there. it’s been a minute.

Two years ago, JJ Maybank met Y/N, and since that day JJ secretly harbored feelings for her. The first thought about what it would be like to be more than ‘just friends’ blossomed affection and grown into something deeper.

The days he needed her most, she listened to him intently as they laid in the hammock at the Chateau, running her fingers through his blonde strands. JJ convinced himself she had to be psychic, as she always knew the right things to say to make him through his head back in laughter–or to have him shake his head, a curled smile, and an unexplainable look.

Times where the Pogues gathered around the fire, she watched JJ with such kindness, or understanding in her eyes–he could tell her anything. If he did, she would remember. The type of memory where she remembered the small things, but the ones that matter the most, whether that be surprising him with his favorite soda, a blunt, his favorite sub from the sandwich shop in town.

When they had the same classes in high school, she’d leave little notes on his desks. He’d stash them in his backpack for them to clutter. The notes contained cheesy jokes, scribbles of the two, or the answer to the test for his next period.

With the convincing of John B and Pope, he mustered up all of his courage to take the plunge and ask Y/N out on a date. A dinner that meant more than ‘just friends’, more than lingering gazes and unfilled urges. Nights that were left with aa hug, instead of pulling her into bed and showing how much she meant to him.

She sat across from him, legs laid out on top of his as they relaxed on the HMS Pogue. Everyone else scattered across the yard, bantering with each other. JJ sat there with his heart pounding in his ears, fidgeting with his fingers.

JJ dreaded feeling exposed–vulnerable. Despite how vulnerable he had been with Y/N, this topic now formed to be about her. The topic didn’t regard his father, struggle to find a job, how the van broke down, or how the Kooks raged him–it was Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N?” He broke the silence, the unsteadiness in his voice prominent. Y/N looked up from her book, noticing how uneasy he sounded. JJ felt the blood rushing to his face, hoping the hot sun could conceal or be the blame of it.

“You okay, JJ?”

“This is random–and really out of the blue, but I was wondering if you’d want to go on a date with me sometime? Like an actual date and not hanging out…as friends.” His words scrambled, but JJ was not the person to succumb to his fear, trying his best to sound casual.

Y/N’s eyes widened, sucking on the bottom of her lip. The lack of an immediate answer, like he hoped, sent his heart down into his stomach. A sad expression crossed her face, retracting her legs from his lap, sitting up in her spot. “I’m sorry, JJ–I don’t feel that way about you.” She shook her head gently, voice laced with regret.

He sat there, stunned. Unable to believe how everything unfolded, his action led t the consequence of their friendship to collapse. John B, Pope, and himself were wrong. They weren’t picking up what Y/N was putting down. She quickly excused herself, grabbing her items and leaving the boat.

She waved a quick goodbye to the rest of the Pogues before heading home.

JJ concealed his disappointment, avoiding looks from his friends as he sat there alone on the boat. The affection he held for Y/N didn’t shake, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was any chance for them to be together in the future.

Y/N avoided the Chateau whenever the boys weren’t around. She knew that they would ask her questions about JJ and try to pry information out of her–anything to comfort JJ that there would still be hope–a light at the end of the tunnel.

The two girls lounged inside the Chateau, as the boys were off causing chaos–what they do best. The girls chatted for sometime, discussing their plans for the summer. Y/N pictured most of her summer to be spent by the side of JJ.

“Kie–can I be honest with you?” She snapped out of her thoughts. Kie nodded her head, before sipping her beer. She avoided eye contact with Kie for several moments, trying to think of the best way to express her emotions.

“I regret rejecting JJ when he asked me out…And I’m not sure why I rejected him?” The words slipped from her mouth. Kie shook her head, knowing exactly why she rejected JJ.

“You know why, you were just…protecting yourself?” Kie tried suggesting, not wanting to put words into her mouth. As the two confided in each other, all the boys stopped on the porch when they heard Y/N’s voice.

“Okay–yea, he hops from girl to girl and I don’t want to be another on the list. Do you know how many girls I had text me asking me when they’ll see JJ again? If he got with so many girls, who’s to say I’m not another? I risk falling in love for him to move onto someone else? I’ve always had feelings for him, but–”

“But boys are idiots, Y/N. Especially our friends. Idiots.” Kie stated, which caused the girls to burst out laughing.

JJ knew himself–she wasn’t wrong.

“Well, I don’t know anymore. Best friend or not, it’s awkward to talk to him. What, am I supposed to ignore the fact I turned down my best friend, the guy I had a crush on for years, and just go along my day?”

“Yea, why not? We’re all friends here and it’d be awkward…but you two been through so much. I know JJ’s been asking about you, so he might not be opposed for you to start hanging out with us again.” She shrugged her shoulders, knowing that JJ will hear this conversation through the grape vine.

Later that night, Y/N showed up to the Chateau with all the Pogues there, including Sarah. JJ and Y/N stole glances at each other the whole night, not speaking much with each other. The night spent with friends panned out to be fine, not as awkward as Y/N thought it would be.

“I’m gonna grab more beers, I’ll be right back.” She stood up, walking into the house. Following behind her, JJ tried catching her attention.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

She turned around from the fridge and nodded her head. “What’s up?”

“I know you have feelings for me,” He announced, watching her reaction this time. He stepped closer to her, “And I won’t leave you for some other girl. I won’t break your heart and–”

“JJ–” She sighed.

“And you’re the most important person in this world, you put me first and–”

“JJ!” She spoke louder, shutting the fridge and putting the drinks on the counter.

“What?” JJ’s pulse pounding in his ears, nervous of getting rejected once more. Maybe he should’ve stopped himself from following her inside. Maybe friends would’ve been better than nothing at all.

Y/N approached him, looking into his eyes and cupping his face, “I’ve always been in love with you. I’m sorry I rejected you and…I just wanted to be something more than another girl to you.” She spoke confidently, before her voice almost turned into a whisper towards the end.

“But you’re not, you’re Y/N L/N, my best friend.” Their faces inches apart. Tension palpable.

“Just best friend?”

“Maybe girlfriend?”

Y/N nodded her head, a shy smile on her face. The kind of smile knowing they are both okay with what’s about to happen. JJ’s arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer. A moment the two had been waiting for quite sometime. Melting into his embrace, her arms dropped to his shoulders before finally kisses. The soft warmth of their embrace and shaping into each other as they kiss.

The two pulled away, admiring each other’s features. “So, about that date?” Y/N mused.

“Tomorrow at noon, just bring yourself. I got everything else. I’ve planned this for quite sometime now–”

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nadinebrooks · 11 months

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hii I was wondering if you could do a harry j potter x fem!reader fluffy oneshot (takes place in hbp) where they’re just chilling in Harry’s dorm cuddling and harry tells the reader how much he loves her and he’s like touchy touchy cuddly kisses pecks all over the face whispering sweet nothings, etc. I think it’d be very cute<3 also I’m sorry if you don’t understand something but English isn’t my first language (me crying in poland rn cause it’s just fucking hard to not make any mistakes) anyway I hope you understood. have a nice night or day idk in poland it’s night. thank you!!

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Harry Potter x Reader: Ray of Light

Warnings: Tons of fluff

As the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of the Gryffindor Tower, it cast a warm glow across the room. You sat comfortably in Harry’s dorm room while leaning against a pile of pillows on his bed. The two of you had decided to spend some time away from the worries and dark secrets that currently plagued the corridors of Hogwarts.

As the moments ticked by in comfortable silence, Harry was lazily flipping through the pages of his Potions textbook that had been upgraded by the Half-Blood Prince. Whenever he got some extra time, he loved to flip through the contents of his book and read over new potions and spells.

Momentarily glancing up from the book, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your beauty. The way that the sunlight trickled in from the window danced across her face highlighting everything that Harry deemed to be perfect.

On top of that there was your unwavering support. You had stood by him since day one. Through thick and thin. The way you made him feel grounded when it seemed like everything else was falling apart.

He decided that today was the day. He was going to muster up the courage to tell you exactly how he felt. The truth had been living within his heart for what felt like years now. He slowly closed the book and placed it on his bedside table and turned to face you. His emerald eyes were filled with unspoken longing.

“(y/n), there’s something I need to tell you.” His voice was soft, but it was filled with emotion.

“What’s up Harry?” You pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows and met his gaze filled with curiosity and anticipation.

“You mean the world to me. I never thought I would find someone who understands me like you do. I’ve dealt with a lot of darkness in my life. More than anyone should have to deal with. And you have been my ray of light.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this vulnerable with someone. The fact that the sunshine was now trickling across the both of you made this moment even better.

Your heart skipped a beat and the feeling of warmth filled your entire body. You had held on to your feelings for Harry just as long as he had, but you never dared to reveal them out of fear or rejection or even complicating the friend group.

“I’ve felt the same way for so long, Harry.” You reached across the bed and gently grabbed his hand. Your voice was barely audible, but they carried the weight of sincerity.

As both of your words hung in the air, any sort of tension evaporated and was replaced with a sense of comfort. You scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulled him in closer. Without even thinking about it, he instantly leaned into your embrace. You rested your head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. The world outside faded away and left only the two of you embarrassing.

“With everything going on with Voldemort, I couldn’t do this without you by my side.” Harry’s fingertips brushed against your cheek. His touch was as light as a feather.

“You don’t have to do any of this alone Harry. I’m going to be there for whatever you need.” You assured him. There was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. It felt as if the world had conspired to bring you together at this very moment.

“I love you (y/n). I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone like you in my life.” He admitted, his voice was a mere whisper. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of serenity, as if the chaos of the world couldn’t reach you here.

These three words hung in the air and carried a profound weight that echoed through the room. It was a declaration that went past the boundaries of friendship. In the stillness of the moment, Harry pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, his lips lingered against your skin.

As the sun began to dip behind the horizon, you and Harry remained entwined. You know that as long as you had each other, it didn’t matter what was going to happen in the future.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 7 months

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bit of an odd (??? maybe it isnt but i never see anything like it so… to me its odd) request😭

harry and reader who is his little sister (by like a considerable amount… like maybe even 10 years) coming out as lesbian (this is incredibly self indulgent because i didnt really get to come out😭) bonus points if she’s a dancer (i’m self-indulgent. okay.)

if someones already got a similar concept going so you don’t want to do the same, that’s fine!!!!!!! (but drop the @ if thats the case)

Soul's Epiphany

word count: 830

warnings: LGBTQIA+ themed content

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Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a young girl named Yn. She was not your ordinary girl; she had a passion for dance that made her stand out. Yn's graceful moves, her fluidity on the dance floor, and how she expressed her soul through dance were mesmerizing.

Yn had an older brother named Harry, who was always there for her. With a considerable age gap of about ten years, Harry took on a protective role in her life. Their bond was strong, a testament to the love they had for each other. Harry watched as Yn grew into a beautiful and talented dancer, but he also saw all the struggles she faced as she figured out her own identity.

Yn had known for a while that she was different from other girls her age. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something that set her apart. As she got older, she began to understand what it was - she was a lesbian. This realization had brought her both relief and anxiety. She was relieved to understand her own identity, but she worried about how her family and friends might react.

One evening, Yn decided it was time to share her truth with Harry. They were sitting in the living room, Yn fidgeting with her fingers while Harry was engrossed in his book.

"Harry, can I talk to you about something?" she finally asked.

Harry looked up from his book, concern strewn across his face. "Sure, Yn. You can talk to me about anything. What's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've realized something about myself, something important. I'm a-a lesbian, Harry."

Harry put his book down to give his little sister his undivided attention. He could see the mix of emotions in her eyes – vulnerability, fear, and a tiny glimmer of hope. His face softened, and he scooted forward and held her hands in his, before replying "Yn, I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this with me, love. I love you, and nothing will change that. You're still the same amazing person you've always been."

Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had been so afraid of how her brother would react, but his unconditional love and support were a soothe for her.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Yn talked about her journey of self-discovery. Harry listened to her experiences, her fears, and her hopes for the future. He became her confidant, someone she could lean on during the challenging times ahead.

As Yn continued to grow as a dancer, she found the courage to come out to her parents and close friends. She faced her fears head-on and discovered that the people who truly loved her accepted her for who she was.

With Harry's never-ending support, Yn's confidence began to soar. She decided to take a bold step forward by coming out to her dance troupe, a group of talented dancers she had considered her second family for years. It was during one of their practice sessions, a time when she felt most connected to all of them, that she decided to share her truth.

The dancers gathered in the studio, ready to begin their routine. Yn, her heart pounding with anticipation, took a deep breath. "Hey, everyone, I have something important to tell you."

The room fell silent as her friends turned to look at her. Yn could see a mix of curiosity and concern on their faces. She continued, her voice steady, "I want to share that I'm a lesbian. It's an important part of who I am, and I wanted you all to know."

A few seconds of silence hung in the air, but then something incredible happened. One by one, her fellow dancers began to applaud. The applause grew louder and turned into cheers and hugs. Yn felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance and support.

Her best friend and fellow dancer, Emily, pulled Yn into a tight embrace. "Yn, we love you no matter who you are. We're so proud of you for being your true self."

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She knew that coming out wouldn't always be met with such warmth and acceptance, but she was grateful to have a group of friends who stood by her side.

As time passed, Yn's journey continued. She used her experiences and emotions as a source of inspiration for her dance routines. Her performances took on a new depth and authenticity, resonating with audiences on a profound level that she had never imagined.

Yn's journey of self-discovery and coming out as a lesbian not only strengthened her bond with Harry but also with her family, friends, and dance troupe. She learned that love and acceptance could overcome fear and prejudice, and her passion for dance continued to flourish, stronger than ever.

She had found her true self, and she danced her way through life, touching the hearts of everyone who she met throughout her journey.

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hi anon! i hope you are okay, and this message reaches you. i'm so so deeply sorry that you weren't able to come out on your own terms, and i hope you're okay. always know that you are loved and cherished by everyone here. if you ever feel like talking, i am always here for you ❤️🫶

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p.s.-> i am truly sorry if i made some mistakes in this one, feel free to correct me!

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the-type-a · 4 months

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TW: Loss of a Child

I’m sorry if you (mutual or anyone) stumble upon this. I just need to write my feelings out. I don’t feel comfortable enough saying any of this out loud. I don’t feel ready to let people I know irl take a look into my mind. I don’t even know if I’d be able to say this in grief counseling.

I don’t know how people move past a loss like this. I genuinely don’t. I lost my baby and I have no idea why or what circumstances caused it.

I don’t know how people are quick to label it a miscarriage when it doesn’t feel like that at all. She was born. I gave birth at such an early stage and I held her. I. Held. Her.

I feel so guilty just being alive. Why do I get to keep going? Why do I get to experience a new day without her? Why do I get to sleep and have that brief moment to forget everything? WHY?

I don’t know if what the circumstances would have been if I was at the hospital. I don’t know if something could have been done to ensure she was still here. I don’t even know if her little lungs were even beginning to develop yet for a chance. I don’t know if all those emergency visits could have done more to help my baby. I was sent home time after time when I was experiencing so much. Why didn’t the OB on call listen to me more when I said my own mother went through the same and had to be put on medication to stop preterm labor. WHY. Could THAT have helped my baby?

My God. I should be planning my baby shower not my baby’s funeral.

I feel like I can’t breathe, I already feel like I’m dead. I just want to scream every second of the day to get all this pain out but I can’t. It doesn’t go away.

I don’t know how to comfort Marcus in this time. I want to take all his pain away but I don’t know how. He was with me every second of that traumatic experience. He helped me hold her, he cleaned me up. He has never seen me in such a vulnerable state like that. How do I help him? He’s angry.

How do people just tell me to try again? I just don’t understand how that’s even an appropriate comment to make. I feel like that’s trying to replace her in a way. I would never. Goodness no. I would never, ever, replace my baby— but it feels that way to try to move forward.

God, please. Please just let me wake up and this be a horrible nightmare. Please let me wake up and still have my baby growing peacefully until she’s ready. Please just give me my baby back! PLEASE.

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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I have no place to put this scene but I like it so take this as you will Huntlosers. Inspired by a post by @emeraldpedro ALSO inspired by this song

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Grimwalker. Hunter was a grimwalker. They were supposed to fictional, scary stories, something to be feared. Hunter was none of those things. Yet, he had proof of this. It was no joke, no misunderstanding, no dream. He was this odd, once long forgotten thing. How he always had a way to defy expectations. He said the words delicately, clearly ashamed. But Willow’s reaction did not suggest he should feel this way, she only sought to listen, knowing we was kind and smart and wonderful and this was an addition to the list not a negation.

He had clearly planned this, dwelling on how to say it as he had made sure to get her alone in a quiet, clear field he had commented she would admire when they first say it. On the surface it might seem as though he worried about being overhead, but Willow knew it was so she would not hold back her reaction. Even now, vulnerable and uncertain, he valued her comfort above all else.

“I was afraid to tell you because... I was afraid of what you’d think of me.”

“Well... I hope to be someone you know you don’t have to fear,” Willow said taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t fear you I just... fear losing you, I guess.” Hunter admitted, feeling silly for some reason. Saying it aloud now, he knew the truth.

“Well you can’t get rid of me that easily,” joked Willow, running her thumb over this hand. “And Hunter, for what it’s worth, this could never change the way I feel about you.”

“H-How do you feel about me?”

“I think... I feel about you the same way that you feel about me.”

Hunter knew how he felt, but he never dared imagined that-

“So you feel... uh... so when you say how I feel do you... wait, sorry, I’m confused,” he said, not wanting to get it wrong.

“Do you... not want me to feel that way about you?”

“Um... maybe? Wait wait wait I’m sorry I just.... you can feel however you want! I just.. I don’t wanna say the wrong thing.”

“There’s no wrong thing to say,” Willow said with a small giggle. “It’s okay if it’s different.”

“It might be but if you... um okay,” he took a deep breath as his thoughts got sorted. “How about on the count of three, we both say how we feel about each other. At the same time.”

“Okay,” said Willow with a small nod.

“Okay,” Hunter took a deep breath again. “Okay: one... two...t-.”

But before Hunter could finish, he was cut off by Willow’s lips on his. She stood on her tip toes, placing her hand on his chest as she closed her eyes and leaned into the gentle kiss. He held his breath, paralyzed by her close proximity and how she was effortlessly bold when his own confidence faltered. She fell to her feet as easily as she rose, delighting by the stunned expression she was greeted with as she reopened her eyes.

“...three.” Hunter managed to finish, his face flushed bright. Willow looked rather pleased with herself and that made the words even harder for the boy to find. Willow bit her lip as she allowed him to process and decide how he felt about how she felt.

“I... uh, I forgot what I was gonna say,” he admitted with a faint and nervous laugh. He felt as though he could float and melt and burst all at the same time. Her shining peridot eyes encouraged him to speak but took away his breath before the words could finish forming.

Willow simply smiled in response as Hunter continued to ramble.

“N-not that I forgot like ‘I don’t know,’ I know how I feel about you, I mean forget like I don’t... I don’t... I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“That’s okay,” she chuckled. “As long as you think our answers line up. Do you... think that was okay?”

“I mean I wouldn’t have done it,” said Hunter, dreamily. “I mean, not that I didn’t want to! I just mean I didn’t think, that I wouldn’t think to ... ugh! I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

Who else but Hunter would still have doubt at this point? Luckily Willow had no issue reassuring him.

“But, you’d say it was an accurate depiction?” Willow asked, swinging their hands as she cherished the distressed yet utterly romantic look plastered on Hunter’s face.

Hunter avoided speaking and nodded enthusiastically in response instead.

“Good.” Willow smiled wide and bright. “Sorry, I didn’t know what I was gonna say.”

“Oh please don’t be sorry, please,” said Hunter. “It was the best... response I could’ve hoped for.”

“Im glad,” she said. “But... we were supposed to say it at the same time,” she added, raising her eyebrows. “I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Can we... try again?”

She nodded. “One...”

“Two.”

But three did not come. Instead, Hunter pulled her close to him and he gently but confidently kissed her once more. He placed his hands on the sides of her face as Willow used her grip on his shirt to keep him close, hoping to count to infinity.

#huntlow #willow park #Hunter toh #toh #the owl house #winter toh

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palmofafreezinghand · 7 months

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an excuse for me to write carlesme in 2023. carlisle and esme discuss their work days. on ao3.

2023.

From the first time he was called “Doctor,” Carlisle had full-heartedly loved his profession. There had yet to be a moment he did not adore his work with every fiber of his being. This love is what resulted in days like the one he was currently living where the deaths outnumbered the survivors, where the miracle that is modern medicine was only able to prolong suffering, and where he was nothing but helpless.

By the time he clocked out of a forty-eight-hour shift — driving three more hours to get to his home — the idea of ever returning to the cold hospital was as draining as the idea of walking into the house he called home. He sat in the garage, listening to Reba McEntire’s I’m a Survivor drifting from his wife’s office and the soft tap of her foot keeping with the beat.

I’m a Survivor faded into a pop song he had not previously heard, as he garnered the nerve to move. The clock read thirteen minutes later when he managed to open the car door.

He moved through his routine like a wind-up toy soldier, throwing his scrubs into the washing machine, changing into one of the clean outfits he kept stashed in the laundry room, and taking the stairs two at a time.

“Hi Lover,” Esme said as he stepped onto the second floor.

“Hello,” Carlisle said, leaning on the door jamb. He waited there for a good minute, content to get the rare glimpse of her at work.

While Esme had worked, in some form, throughout most of her life, the work-from-home movement had revolutionized her world. She was no longer limited to working on renovations she could complete herself or submitting art to galleries and begging her loved ones to pretend to be her pseudonym when public appearances were required. At the moment she was consulting for a half dozen firms, working full-time for a firm based out of San Francisco specializing in historical preservation. He believed she also sat on a handful of committees for nonprofits working on sustainable architecture, but he could not name them if Edward’s life depended on it.

Workaholic was an understatement, although when he first told her this — only partly in jest — she aptly pointed out — not in jest — the same could be said about him, tenfold.

“Are you going to come inside?” Esme asked, before even glancing up from her three computer monitors.

If unwarranted dread was not sitting in his stomach like a fishing weight he would have made an unbecoming smart remark and she would have rolled her eyes. Instead, he took the invitation and walked into her office.

He kissed the top of her head hello, peering over her to see her desk. It looked straight out of NASA headquarters. There were multiple CAD screens open, an application called Slack, Spotify, and about four email inboxes. She pressed “send” on a strongly worded email — in which she used the phrase “as I previously stated” three separate times — and finally looked up at him. “You look awful,” she said, nose scrunching, as he attempted to lean in for a proper kiss hello.

“I feel it,” he laughed humorlessly, pressing the rejected kiss to her cheek.

It had taken a hundred and two years of marriage to let this interaction happen. Over a hundred years of constant reassurance, she wanted him to be vulnerable, needed him to trust her.

She pushed her mouse forward and turned in her chair to face him, taking his hand in both of hers. “I can offer you fifteen undivided minutes right now but will have to work for the next two or three hours. Or you can give me one hour to finish everything I need to and then I’m yours for the entire evening.”

This new element of their relationship was exhilarating and unimaginably irksome. For decades he was accustomed to her dropping everything. He still operated under the assumption if he came home from work and needed to be held for the rest of the day as the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders — for just a moment — she would be there. Now there were deadlines and coworkers and commitments which momentarily trumped the one they made one snowy night in 1921.

If he asked any couple he knew, who did not share his last name at some point, they would be appalled by a change in dynamic. Part of the appeal of an eternal union was the promise of an unchanging comfortable forever. Of course, he — nor his wife — was ever content to follow their kind’s example.

“The latter, please,” he said. She nodded, dropped his hand, and turned back to her screens.

“Es,” he muttered after a minute. “Can… would it…”

“Do you want to sit with me while I work?” She asked, pushing her chair out from her desk before he even answered. Carlisle nodded, climbing into the chair with her.

“I don’t think you’ll fit in my lap,” she said, as he brought his legs over the arm of her chair.

“You wound me,” he attempted to tease but couldn’t manage the levity.

After a minute of futzing he managed to contort his body to fit in the chair, grateful she refused to use a normal swivel chair and instead insisted on a bulky antique armchair.

She rolled her eyes, putting a hand under his knees and scooting him so he wouldn’t fall off the chair. “Comfortable?”

He nodded, closing his eyes and letting his head fall on her chest.

His mind drifted, lulled by the quick clicks and taps of his wife’s mechanical keyboard, the scratch of a stylus on a drawing tablet, and the eclectic playlist playing from the desktop speakers.

“Does the music bother you?” She asked quietly. He shook his head. She resumed her work and he returned to trying to stave off thoughts of dying breaths and the shrill beep of a flatline.

He’d say forty minutes went by, the existential dread now a dull but persistent ache, when Esme sighed.

“Are you alright?” Carlisle asked quietly.

“I’m fine, my coworkers are acting like teenagers and thus I am logging off early for the night.” She typed a quick message and started to close a few of her screens. She powered off her computer and glanced down at him. “Do you feel any better?”

He nodded slightly, sitting up. “I don’t know how you do it.” It was one of the most surprising elements of marriage, after centuries alone, simply being around someone, her, could ease the weight of the world.

“Sorry I couldn’t stop earlier,” she said, placing her hands on either side of his face.

He turned to kiss her palm, “Your work is important. What’s your current project?”

She smiled, her eyes lighting up as they only did when she got to discuss her renovations. “You will not get out of talking about your feelings that easy. But an old mill town is hitting the market this month so I’ve been…”

She trailed on about plans and proposals, the unique challenges presented by renovating abandoned buildings, and her well-known hatred for painted brick. He nodded along. While their work was wildly different, he was struck — not for the first time — by the passion in her voice, one that so closely mirrored his own, and returning to that cold, but architecturally magnificent, hospital didn’t seem quite as daunting.

#carlisle cullen #esme cullen #my stories

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carefulfears · 11 months

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do you have a headcanon of when mulder caught feelings for scully? i’m on the same page w you that scully has had it bad since day one, but i can never make up my mind about mulder

yeah i’ve always said that i think he was aware of the connection between them since her abduction, but i think specifically 3.

ascension is very frantic, it’s rooted in so much trauma and desperation. very few moments are about scully, as a person, really. it’s about getting there in time. it’s about rewriting history. it’s about failure, and standing alone in the end.

in 3, he is surrounded in her absence. her badge. her file, marked with her name. her necklace, which he slips around his own neck, carries with him.

dana scully was farrrrr gone from day one, humming against him in the rain and telling her friends how cute he is, but mulder is more single-minded.

he’s so very fond of her, in the beginning. he knocks on her door to invite her on his run, when he knows she’s just supposed to be discrediting him. he lowers himself beneath her every time he has bad news or a vulnerable conversation. he says “dana,” softly, and checks in on how she’s doing. he believes she’ll be head of the bureau someday.

so much of that is just who he is (trusting, passionate, kind), and she’s the only person who has ever valued that, taken him seriously.

but he’s also internalizing who she is, the consistency and the curiosity and the quiet intensity.

that moment in the rain, before she laughs, before she asks where they’re going and follows: he says “you think i’m crazy,” and turns away. it’s the first time in the series (and remains rare) where you can see that there is a weight to it all. he plays into being “spooky mulder,” but part of him is really disappointed to think that this new partner won’t believe him either.

she thinks about what he said, and she meets him on his level. she questions it, she combats it, she adds to it.

when they both burst out laughing, it’s in pure joy and excitement. it’s the moment that spurs the rest of their lives.

that means a lot to him, to be listened to. to be held to a standard, not just dismissed.

but mulder only knows how to conceptualize love in absence, in the search, so when he’s left listening to her scream: he knows. it feels like the worst thing that could ever happen, because it feels like his closest person disappearing, and that’s the experience he’s most familiar with and enmeshed in.

i believe there’s a script note in ascension that mentions that he’s doubting if he had failed his “closest friend.” it’s the loss being so great, so unbearable, that makes it unavoidable.

(thinking of him smiling at diana, telling her, “i’ve done alright without you.”)

i see a lot of people describe msr as a “fell first/fell harder” trope, but i think most things just hit mulder harder. it’s their natures.

but by the time he hangs her cross around his neck, by the time he abandons the truth to sit and hold her hand, he knows.

#asks #a lot of it is repetition of their patterns and their previous close relationships #but different in that it’s the real thing #not what they’ve been trying to replicate #so for scully it’s this instant adoration and fascination #she looks up to him the way she looked up to daniel and jack #but it’s Not what she had with daniel or jack because she’s interested in him outside of gaining his approval #she actually Can’t gain his approval (or ‘please’ him) through following him or forgoing herself #so it’s closer to what she’s truly chasing. it’s closer to what her father had #and the way they ‘worshipped’ his journey #with mulder it’s this hesitant familiarity #it’s not the cold ‘need for affection’ in phoebe or diana #again it’s what he’s Actually seeking #it’s the unwavering love and connection that he hasn’t had since samantha. it’s someone looking up to you and always just wanting to see you #and only wanting to prioritize and care for them in return #but he HAS to lose her to really feel the weight of it because he’s only able to understand love in empty rooms #like he’s not going to be able to know how deep it is until it hurts

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When you are multidimensionally birthing, when you are creating, producing, curating, or sculpting signature work, you may have birthing pains that remind you of a mother in labor. I have assisted in delivering a baby alongside my friend who was working as a midwife at the time, and I am grateful to have experienced the primality and passion of a natural birth experience. I wasn't professionally trained to be an aide, an unofficial doula, but she and the mother and father trusted my temperament, breath, and heart to be of service which was more than enough reason for me to say "YES!" to their request. Of course a mother laboring a child spirit into this reality is a high octane energy that nothing could EVER compare to, and it was also very real for me in a deeply spiritual way. I didn't feel physical pain, but spiritual/energetic, (meta)physical, the incredibly overlooked and undocumented kind of birthing pains I felt. Earlier this evening I had the deepest guttural cry. I was wailing, sobbing and making loud heaving sounds while profusely shaking and unaware that I was bent over in a deep squat position. My partner was at an event and I knew if called, would have been worried and came home right away and I really didn't want that to happen. I really didn't want to talk to anyone to be honest. What calmed me into harmony was realizing that I was squatting like a sovereign mother about to have an unassisted birth. With my postural awareness and growing comfort in a resting deep squat position like the Grandmothers who flexibly squatted while prepping and cooking garri or egusi soup on the ground, I felt primordially held and cared for. After thumbing through my body of work and being taken aback by the content and page petals, feeling the potency, vulnerability, and magic and at the same time, feeling devastated and a bit scared, all I could do was surrender and sob. Encoded within our the female line and feminine psyche is a fear of being harmed whenever we speak uncommon truths that change lives, expands hearts, and free minds. These memories can put us in unconscious "fight or flight" or freeze states. I can't explain the polarity much more than my exhilaration and excitement was coupled with deep grief and devastation like "will someone come for me?" Weep, weep! There is some subtle part of my system--your system-- that remembers --this ancient fear fermenting in the female line. A signature body of body full of divine wisdom and here I feel mixed dense contradictory emotion. The last time I held this level of mixed emotion was in 2006 when my mum transitioned from breast cancer. As her primary caregiver, I felt a sense of relief that she was no longer in chronic pain but was also incredibly devastated and couldn't imagine living life without her. Being able to feel what we are actually feeling is an immeasurable blessing that I won't ever take for granted. Deeply listening to our tissues and becoming emotionally attuned to the needs of our body are gifts we give back to a world that lacks deep feeling and deep listening skills. This way our female tissues- breasts, vulva, and vaginal canal--and heart do not become contracted and hardened. And the accompanying nerve endings do not numb out. Nor does our nervous system normalize dysregulation. Like "this is it, India. Time to let it go." And I wailed and screamed because my body felt safe to release what was there. I feel tears bubbling up again as I type. It's all stunning and achy. This too is part of the love story. When there is new love, when you meet a potential new lover, there is also this fear of waiting-for-the- other-shoe-to-drop so I feel like the presence of oppositional states are a kind of creational thrust of the universe, similar to feminine and masculine energies elevating in divine union. I know authors are usually not emoting their authoring struggles online- I'm not like them. I live with an immense amount of self-generating pleasurable energy streaming through my body and on the rare occasion pain arrives at this time in my life, it's also immense. I don't care to live life like other authors. No shade to anyone but I feel things in my body that a person who lives mostly in their left brain would not be able to fathom. I know the difference because I have lived both realities. No advice needed from anyone...only vulnerably documenting this part of my journey. I will graciously receive energetic hugs though. :)

India Ame’ye, Author

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ddemonseonghwa · 2 years

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟! 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🖤

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🌑

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜~ 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 😈

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵…

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“Syx, you don’t have to do this.” Felix mumbled as they walked through the forest. He held onto her hand as they walked, guiding her towards the spot that he and his pack usually went to. “Felix, you said I’m your mate. That’s not exactly something I have a choice with.” She commented as they stepped over a stray log. He jumped over the ditch before extending his hand and holding hers as he waited for her to jump over it to continue. “Yeah, you’re my mate, but you don’t have to see me in my wolf form for us to keep being together.” He walked around a tall tree, making sure she was still behind him as they walked. “Lix, it was your idea. You literally told me that I should probably see you in your wolf form so I can be sure that I want to be with you.” She remarked as she continued to follow him.

Felix slapped himself mentally as he remembered that he did say that. Syx was completely right, and so was Felix— ALL wolves had to make sure that their mates were okay with seeing them as wolves to be sure they wanted to be with them. When two wolves were mating, it was not required. But if the mate was a human, they had to go through this process. It was to ensure that the mate in question would be okay with their lover being a wolf. If not, they had to part as it could not be forced. Of course this was followed by the wolves with a sense of morality in their human forms, but that would always be a thing with Felix. His morality would never go away, wolf or not.

“I did…. You’re right.” He sighed as he kept walking. “You’re nervous. Why?” She questioned as she lightly squeezed his hand, following close behind him as they kept walking. Felix tried not to show it and being a wolf usually came with a side of toughness but he didn’t always have it, especially when it came to Syx. His pack would reassure him that a true wolf had their vulnerable sides but Felix always felt some type of way about it. Felix stopped to look at her, looking at her beauty in the moonlight.

“Listen, Syx, uh….” He took a deep breath, feeling his anxiety begin to settle in. “I love you, I’m just…. I’ve never done this. I’ve never had to do this thing where I show my mate my true form and it scares me because I don’t want you to be frightened and scared of me just because I’m a wolf. I have to show you since you’re a human and if you don’t want to be with me because my wolf form scares you, then we have to break up. I respect your decision if you don’t want to be with me after this, I just…. I really like you because you’re so accepting and everything I could ask for and you just… complete me. I don’t want you to be scared of me, and….”

Felix’s speech began to slow to a stop as Syx came closer and placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning in close for a kiss. She knew it was one of Felix’s weaknesses— being shut up with a kiss when he was worried. He pulled her much closer, sliding his hands onto her hips as he lost himself in the kiss. Syx took control of the kiss, deepening it to keep him at bay before she pulled away to look at him. “Felix, I love you, and nothing will change that, do you hear me? Absolutely nothing will change that.” She told him as she pecked his lips again.

He sighed as a subtle blush crept onto his face. “You know exactly how to keep me sane when I’m unable to.” He whispered. Syx cutely chuckled as she pressed her forehead to his. “We’ve been together for a long time now, Lix. I’d be a terrible girlfriend if I didn’t know how to calm you down. You do the same for me.” She said. Felix kissed her forehead as he looked at her. “You’re right… and it’s almost midnight.” He commented as he looked up at the moon, feeling a glint of white prick into his irises.

“This won’t be like this werewolf transformations in The Quarry where you explode in blood and then rip my head off, will it?” She joked. Felix chuckled, feeling that his anxiety had gone down. “Not at all, don’t worry. I have control over my wolf, so that won’t happen at all. I promise you I—

Before Felix could finish, he felt a strong presence and grunted. One that caused his irises to glow white and his inner wolf to growl. He leaned against the nearest tree, covering his face as he tried to get himself together. “Felix, what’s wrong?? What’s going on?” Syx came to his side and tried to help him stand. “Something is nearby…!” He gasped. “It’s only 11:56—

“No…! Not that! It’s something else…! Something else is nearby…!” He growled, his inner wolf fighting to escape. Syx was about to reach for Felix to check on him but he immediately looked up above her and she could see him— his irises had gone to a silvery white shade while his pupils still stayed black and his fangs had come into view. Felix growled out viciously, his claws growing razor sharp as he started to transform. Syx didn’t get to see it as he fully lunged into action. One second he could be heard ordering something to go away in his usual deep voice, the next he was nowhere in sight and she was alone, the grizzly sounds of growling wolves off in the distance. Syx and Felix had been ambushed by a wolf from an enemy pack, and she knew that the wolf had to take down Felix if he wanted to get to her. She felt her anxiety rise but she knew what to do in a situation like this. Felix had told her what to do.

“If we’re ever alone and we’re attacked by a wolf from an enemy pack, I’m going to transform almost immediately to protect you. It’s not about me, it’s for your protection since you’re a human. If we’re ever in the forest, I need you to run back to the house and hide. If not, find somewhere safe to hide and I’ll meet you at some point later after I’ve taken care of it. Don’t worry about if I’ll find you. I’ll always be able to.

Wolves are brutal, it’s the nature of the beast and I don’t want you to end up as the victim or the prey. I want you to be as safe as possible while I handle it because I love you and want to protect you.” He told her. Syx smiled as she looked into Felix’s eyes. “I love you, too. Thank you for protecting me always.” She said. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Anything for my mate.”

Syx had been running back in the direction of the house that they lived in. At first, she did struggle due to her nerves being on the run. She stumbled and struggled to find the right direction. But eventually she used the direction in which the moonlight’s rays were the strongest. The rays were always shining the strongest facing west, the exact direction of the house. She used that to guide her and ran for it. It was a dangerous situation considering any second she could have her jugular sliced out of nowhere and she could be killed within seconds. But she took the risk per Felix’s instructions anyway.

When she was just about to make it to the homestretch, things went south quickly. Syx made a run for it and went for the entrance of the forest to get home when something quickly nicked her arm. She hissed in searing pain as she stumbled and nearly collided with a nearby tree. She brutally bashed into another one and grabbed onto it to keep herself from falling. She felt the sting of the bark scraping against her skin. She gathered her balance and grasped her arm. When she pulled away her hand, she saw a deep crimson puddle of blood on her hand. It wasn’t just a line, either. It was a thick puddle of blood, one where thick trails clung to her hand when she pulled it away. It had to be that wolf. He must’ve gotten a cheap hit in while running and fighting Felix.

Syx was slightly torn. She felt the blood running down her arm and she could feel herself start to get lightheaded with concern. This wasn’t good at all. Felix told her about that.

“Wolves can smell your blood from afar. Our senses are heightened to the maximum. My pack won’t hurt you but enemies will. Try to stay hidden if a situation ever happens where you’re bleeding. Especially since they know you’re mine.”

The door was locked and Syx had the key. The issue was that she needed to hold the key but also protect her wound since she was bleeding pretty badly. She stood up and leaned against the tree, disbelief taking over her as she wasn’t expecting to obtain any wounds. She started to walk closer towards the entrance but she didn’t get far when she was harshly tackled to the ground. She couldn’t see what it was but as she was getting up, she saw a pitch black wolf with golden irises lunging straight at her. She flinched as she prepared for the impact that never came.

Within a flash, the wolf had been tackled to the forest floor and it whimpered and growled as it was attacked by a huge grey wolf. Syx watched as the beautiful grey wolf had attacked her attacker. He didn’t stand a chance against the grey wolf and he was immediately put out of his misery as the grey wolf had brutally swiped at the black wolf’s jugular, slitting it open wide and violently. The black wolf cried out but then went silent as the grey wolf violently bit into its neck and tore it open, quickly breaking into the bone and putting a brutal end to its life.

Syx let out the breath that she didn’t know she was holding onto. She looked at the dead wolf as the grey wolf looked at her. He crawled towards her slowly. The wolf began to change form, taking on a human look as he stood up. That’s when she realized it was Felix, and somehow he was still the exact same as beforehand. He was wiping the side of his mouth from any remaining blood that was on him. He rushed towards her and reached for her unharmed arm to gently lift her up. She winced in pain as he came close to her wound.

“F-Felix, wait—

“Relax.” His deep husky voice said as he took hold of her arm and took her wound into his mouth. She didn’t flinch as he began to take care of the blood. She felt a slight sting but when he pulled away, it was like nothing had ever touched her and that was her only wound.

“Come on, let’s go inside. Are you okay?” He asked her as he helped her inside and locked the door behind them. She nodded as she looked into his eyes. “I’m fine now. Are you okay?” She asked as she gripped his shoulders to examine the small claw marks on his cheek. Felix scoffed. “I’m good. That fucker barely touched me. It’ll heal.” He responded. Before he could say anything else, Syx got on her tiptoes and threw her arms around his neck. She smiled brightly as he immediately hugged her back.

“I’m never leaving your side. You saved my life.” She said into the crook of his neck. Felix felt a smile and a deep sense of relaxation, engulfing her in his embrace and pulling her into him. “I’m happy to hear that, Syx. I’m always going to protect you.” He commented. “You had nothing to worry about to begin with, Lix. I’m always gonna be by your side. And you looked so good when you changed back.” She told him as she lightly squeezed his body close. “Eh, I’d say it was just the heat of the moment. That fucker couldn’t really do shit to me.” He scoffed.

But Syx felt differently. Syx blushed as she felt a pang of arousal at the confidence he exuded. Frankly, she was a sucker for his confidence and was always finding herself feeling quite attracted to his confident persona. Every time he exuded it, she found herself feeling undeniably obsessed with it. “Thank you for protecting me…. You’re so strong.” She said. Felix smirked as he came closer to her, clearly feeling the motive. “You know wolves can hear their mate’s thoughts, right? You think I can’t tell you’re a naughty little thing inside that cute little head of yours right now?” He eased his finger into the hem of her shorts and effortlessly pulled her closer, making her wetness pool in her panties from his effortless strength.

“Can you blame me? The way you brushed it off nonchalantly just turns me on.” She giggled as Felix pulled her closer. “Of course it turns you on. It’s been a minute since I made you scream my fucking name, anyway.” His voice dropped to that deep, deep pitch, the one he knew she loved so much, especially during certain circumstances. He took her by the hand and led her up to their room. “It’s only been a week,” she told him as she followed his actions. “Too long. I need you now.” He whispered as he pulled her into their room. She looked into his eyes as she made sure to look at his bulge in his pants. He smirked and looked at her in absolute awe.

“There’s so many things I want to do but…. My wolf is still slightly present. I’m afraid I might hurt you.” He told her. Syx squeezed his arm. “We have a safe word. And…” she leaned in close to him, guiding his hand between her legs to feel the dampening spot on her thin shorts. “You can knot me… since I’m your mate.” She teased, grinding her core against his hand.

That’s when Felix snapped. He eased his hand in and gripped Syx’s shorts and panties, then pushed them down her thick legs. He reached in and felt her pussy, grunting at the way she was a lot more wet than he initially anticipated. She gasped as her legs nearly buckled. “You’re so fucking cute and sexy, you don’t know what you do to me on a daily basis.” He grasped her by her hips and put her on the bed. Felix looked down into her eyes, looking at her from his position. Not wasting a second, he swooped in and dove his tongue into her folds.

“Felix…! Baby, please…..” She gasped as she watched. He gripped her thighs and set them on his shoulders as he licked away. Syx felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge so quickly despite just starting. Something about Felix’s lack of regard for the wolf who tried to hurt her and his alpha persona just made her feel some type of way as a start. But before she could fill his mouth with her cum, he pulled away.

“Felix, please, I was so close…!” she whined. He smirked as he let her undo his pants and press him against her opening. “You’re so cute when you’re mad… such a good fucking girl for me.” He said. “F-Felix, I can’t wait anymore… Please I need it, I need you to breed me, I—

Syx moaned out as Felix pushed his cock in. “Sh-shit…. So full…!” She whined. “Are you okay?” He asked, pausing to wait for her confirmation. “Yes…. Please, I-I need it…” she whispered. Felix started to thrust, keeping a steady pace. He pulled her shirt up and took off her bra, tossing it to the other side of their room. He immediately began thrusting ruthlessly. Syx looked up at Felix with lustful eyes, yelling out as his cock brutally tapped against her sweet spot right away. “You must have been wanting me to breed you…. You’re close and I just started….” He leaned over and grasped her tits while he thrusted, enjoying the feeling of how tight she was.

“No matter how much we fuck, you’re always so fucking tight, just for me….” Felix said as he continued thrusting. She gasped, arching her back as he continued to thrust. “F-Felix…!” She whimpered. Felix’s thrusting pushed her climax back up from what it was before and he knew it. He started thrusting harder and deeper, doing whatever it took to please his mate. Although, given how he was easily able to please her, he never had to do too much. It was always easy to keep Syx pleased.

Syx’s legs began to shake as he kept going, and Felix smiled softly. “Cum for me, love. You can do it.” He encouraged her. Being unable to contain it any longer, Syx came hard on his cock, harder than she ever had to the point that a few tears fell. Meanwhile, Felix continued to thrust until his knot came.

“F-fuck….” She whined as his knot pushed inside of her. He stroked her cheeks as he settled, waiting for his knot to go down. He looked into Syx’s eyes and immediately felt himself get lost in them. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away. She let out a shaky breath as she began to speak. “So I guess I’m officially yours for life now, huh?” She asked gently. His fingers softly stroked her cheeks as his knot subsided. “For life, my love.” He told her. She blushed as she felt herself tear up for real.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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